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Love Me a Cashed-Up Bogan

  Welcome to The Lounge once again.

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This week I discovered the new ultimate in the Aussie cashed-up bogan stakes.

#AngryDad.

AngryDad is a series of videos uploaded to Youtube by two naughty boy sons, Dylan and Mitchell.  They know just how to poke at their middle-aged Dad enough to get an explosive, expletive-laden rise.

AngryDad, frustrated by his kids bothersome antics, always calls for wife Sharon to step in and help and usually resorts to the good old-fashion clip ’round the ears to manage the bullying by his boys.

This is my favourite clip – I was almost rolling around on the floor.  Makes me proud to be Strayan.

 

Don’t view this one at work!

Found anything hilarious on the internet lately?

Love,

Robo X


I Reckon Midwives Rock!

Welcome to The Lounge for another Thursday.  This week, our keyword is Midwife.

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Birthing my baby has been my stand-out experience of self-determination, personal endurance and pure love.

I can’t imagine anything that could take its place.

 

 

That day in 2008, like millions of other women before me, I put my fears aside, managed the indescribable pain and did one of the most important things I will ever accomplish.

 

 

Then, two years later, I did it again…

 

 

And my mum was right.  The minute babies are born, somehow pain washes over the woman and it is substituted by the intensity that is Maternal Love.

Unmatched Love.

 

Birthing my babies took stamina, resilience, some visualisation and a great deal of positive thinking.

 

It also took support.

 

My husband who held my hand.

A doctor who was cool and collected.

And a midwife.  An amazing angel-midwife!

 

 

She listened with an empathetic ear, she encouraged me to soldier on and she articulated my feelings when I was labouring and could not speak.

She knew how to manage a soon-to-be-mother with sensitivity, a smile and a bucket load of confidence.

 

 

As Monday is International Day of the Midwife, I wanted to create a little awareness on my blog about these special people.

 

 

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More of a calling than a career, I reckon.

 

Have you written your birth story?  Link your post below and please, show some support for #IDM2014 on Monday.

 

 

In the mean time, you can check out my favourite Midwife Blogger here.  She rocks!

 

 

Happy International Day of the Midwife for Monday!

 

 

Love,

Robo X

 


The Confluence

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Last Friday night, I settled in for some serious lesson planning – year 9 poetry.

 

I stressed over the perils of engaging twenty-five disinterested teens with Donne, Owen and Frost.  I pictured their bored little faces.  I visualised myself, jaded, cynical.

There was substance abuse.

 

When I was popping my own pimples, it was to the likes of Nirvana and Smashing Pumpkins.  I read books as a kid.

I liked words.

 

 

 

Teens these days?  I don’t know…

 

It’s as though they’re on an intravenous drip, administered hourly doses of such watered-down, utter shit.

Non-specific, one-size-fits-all, shit.

Leave your brain at the door, don’t think, just follow, shit.

 

 

They don’t even know what it is they like because they are never left alone.

To just be.  To immerse themselves.  In words alone.

 

 

It’s concerning.

So I’m shaking up poetry.

To make more meaning.  To stay relevant.

 

 

 

 

On my quest, this is who I found last Friday night.

Luka Lesson.

If you can find two minutes and twenty seconds of alone time, I suggest you press play.

 

 

 

It’s satisfying when something stays with you long after it’s ended.

 

Love,

Robo X


Good for the soul

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This week is meant to be all about the music…

 

Sorry kids!  I just couldn’t decide…

Too many songs, too many artists, too many memories.

 

 

So today, I’ve handed the reigns over to Mr Robo and I’m showcasing his favourite song of all time.

 

Eulogy, by a little known band, at least in my blogging world, called Tool.

 

 

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You might’ve seen this logo on a few grubby t-shirts over the years.

 

 

 

 

If you can get past the anti-Christian sentiments, which are just a metaphor really, for all the tall poppy martyrs who cross our paths, you might see something in it.

 

It’s good to try new things.

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Love,

Robo X


Oh, the places you’ll (maybe never) go!

Welcome to The Lounge for another week!

Our keyword is Epic.

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“Travel makes one modest. You see what a tiny place you occupy in the world.”

-Gustave Falubert

I have no idea who Gustave Flaubert was, but I love this quote.  It make me think about my own actual size, its comparison to the all encompassing schema of existence, the universe…

Incidental?  Important?  Insignificant?

What is me?

The answer is perspective.

I’ve travelled, just not enough.

Not as much as I thought I would.

Nowhere near enough as I want to.

One day I will.

And these are just a few of the epic places I hope to experience.

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The Ganges River, India

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The Arizona Desert, USA

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Christ the Redeemer, Brazil

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The Great Wall, China

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Katherine Gorge, Northern Territory

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New York City, USA

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Niagara Falls, Canada

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Ayers Rock, Northern Territory

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Red Square, Russia

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The Amazon Jungle, South America

I could go on.  It was hard to stop, really,

Had any epic travel experience?

Love,

Robo X

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School. It’s back.

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Cheers for joining me in The Lounge for another week.  This week we’re talking School.

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As a teacher and mother, preparing for school is something I both loathe and love in equal parts.

It’s a tough one.

 

 

The school year looms largest after mid-January and my teacher side becomes aprehensive about the last few weeks of the holidays.  There’s organising, programming and preparation.  Hours of it.  The reality of early mornings sets in and in the last week, via anxiety-laden message marathons with work friends,  I’m reminded of shitty colleagues and the fact that I’ll have to elbow my way through the NSWDEC red tape for yet another year.

Loathe.

 

 

My mother side looks forward to a different, not so sinister, type of school preparation.  They type where my child is fitted for shoes, chooses a drink bottle and cooler bag and gets a haircut.  The preparation where uniform is washed, pressed and of course, labelled.  I look forward to the hype which sees bags packed and unpacked a few times, just to make sure we haven’t forgotten anything and a loose promise of increased maturity for growing a whole school year older.

Love LOVE.

 

 

Chalk talk is ubiquitous in the last few weeks of the holidays and the whole Robo family grows very excited.  We discuss expectations, new friends and homework.  While we chat about teachers, preferred lunches and after school activities, I might nod and gesture purposefully but I’m always wondering

how in hell

am I going to take care of myself, my kids and my husband,

get off to work on time, take care of my students, please the bureaucrats

and then come home to homework, dinner, bath and bed.

And the rest.

 

 

How in hell?

I’m exhausted just thinking about it.

 

 

But it happens.  Somehow everything just works itself out.  We’re clean, we’re fed, we’ve done our homework and the family, Mother and Teacher included, keep their shit together enough to get through the term and have a little fun along the way.  Just.

 

 

Are you a working parent?  What’s your secret?

 

 

Love,

Robo X


Original Happy Place

Little Robo was a quiet girl.

She carried a book wherever she went and at night, she would read with a torch under her blankets.  Sometimes Little Robo would get into trouble for not listening; usually though, it was because she was completely immersed in yet another story.

 

 

In the days before Foxtel, ABC 4 Kids, DVDs and tablets, books were it.

And you could get a new one every week from the library!

Books:  My original happy place.

There are simply too many to mention but here’s a very tiny sample of the books, series and authors I loved as a youngster.  And these are the covers as I remember them.

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I just can’t wait until I find these lying around the house again.

Linking up with Kimbo Slice for The Lounge.

What’s your favourite childhood story?

Love,

Robo X