Category: Relationships

Put a ring on it.

So about 20 years ago I told The Artist that if he liked it then he better put a ring on it. It certainly was about bloody time as I was not getting any younger at the ripe old age of 26 (or so I thought). The Artist was slightly riper than me but was not in any hurry I might tell you. So I put a ring on that too.

I think it takes a while to figure out this marriage thing. It’s not for the faint-hearted. Much of the time I feel like the Secretary General of the United Nations – the good Ban Ki Moon could learn a thing or two from little Barbie Ki Sunshine over here. And as I was writing this The Artist walked in with the dog and he was holding pastries and coffee.

I took one look at him and started to cry. Because love. (And also because I have been a complete nightmare for the past week due to some added work stress and he still brought coffee and pastries!!!).

And because he said he also almost bought me another golden retriever. I sent him this photo on the weekend and told him what my version of heaven looks like.

Team Golden Oldies - living my dream and providing much happiness to this one on Facebook.

Team Golden Oldies – living my dream and providing much happiness to this one on Facebook.

He takes my heaven seriously. But we’re not getting a new goldie just yet – sanity has prevailed over my crazy heart.

I can’t for one minute begin to start detailing all of the past the 20 years. I can only hope that the journey continues with as much laughter and love.

Happy anniversary babe.

Love and light

Lauren xxx

My sisters from another mother

Earlier this evening a friend posted this on Facebook “Tired and emotional. This might not be a great weekend for my husband”.

At the time I felt sorry for the poor bloke and marvelled at how balanced I was feeling.

An hour later I was texting a friend and catching up on the week. She was excited because she is off to Hong Kong tomorrow. And Boom! (Quote).

The Artist had the grave misfortune to ask me what’s up? referring to who I was conversing with via text. And I crumpled and started to cry.

Because you see, two of my best friends are going to be based in Hong Kong in a few months time and I’m not going to be there to be part of it. Long story short, they are two of my favourite people in the world, they have never actually met each other but I cannot tell you how much each means to me. The one is my total rock and has been since before we had boobs. The other makes me laugh almost And both accept me without judgement.

I have put them together in a professional sense and I know that they are going to love each other. And I am so sad for me that I have geographically lost them both yet I am so happy for them that they are going to have each other.

I have researched that there is a flight out of Sydney at 3.45pm on a Friday and another that can bring me back by 7.15am on a Monday. Because if they’re both there, I cannot possibly go for long without them.

To my friend who is embarking on her new journey in Honkers I give to you this Irish blessing – even though we are not Irish but we drink like them:

May the road rise up to meet you.
May the wind be always at your back.
May the sun shine warm upon your face;
the rains fall soft upon your fields
and until we meet again,
may God hold you in the palm of His hand.

To my friend already there – I am sending you our sister from another mother.

Look after each other ladies, it’s going to be wonderful and magical and fantastical.

Love and light (and tears as I write this)
Lauren xxx

Hasta la vista baby – stay safe

Today I farewell a friend that has served me well.

My little batman car , so named by my friend Kim who screeched – you got a batman car – black and everything – five years ago.

She has heard many a difficult conversation in her cockpit on my travels between work and school pick up and drop off.

She’s listened to my boom boom music for five straight years at mega volume without a complaint.

She’s heard me rant and curse and scream and use language not fit for human ears that would make a lesser being shrink.

She’s let me cry my heart out in peace.

She’s been my calm in any storm.  I can slip into the driver seat, exhale and drive until the forces of the universe have been restored to their rightful place without me having to physically kill anyone.

She also knows how to take care of herself.  Managed to bounce off a pole one morning without cracking a bumper – made of tough stuff that one.

While the body is metal and rubber and all things replaceable, man, a lot of stuff went down in that car.

She’s gone to her new owner, a young whipper snapper from Woollongong. He’s been warned about no hanky panky and to drive carefully at all times.

And so a new journey begins.

Hasta la vista baby – stay safe.

Love and light

Lauren xxx

A renaming ceremony

I have been under the impression of late that there has been some form of misunderstanding in my house.  You see, I started my blog and I think that the Chinese whispers (damn those echo’s) led the Big O to think that I was referring to something I was doing for WORK!  And yes, a blog can be work but my blog is like the most fun I’ve had in ages.  To be fair I do write a bit for a work blog with the help of the very very talented Shelley but Grant me the serenity isn’t work.  Not at all.

Because I am sometimes baseline childish and have a bad sulking habit left over from childhood, when I started GMTS I asked The Big O to read my work and he brushed it off.  The sulks set in big time.  For a year.

A loud version of the sulks. I am nothing if not loud.

A few weeks ago when we were vacationing we established the difference between the two blogs and that there were in fact, two blogs.

However, this has resulted in The Big O requesting a name change.  For all of you born way back when, when we read Archie comics, you will remember a character called Big Ethel.

The Big O feels that association is too close, in his mind anyway.  I actually thought it was the association with Oprah that might send him over the edge , but apparently not.  It’s Big Ethel.

The Big O = Big Ethel. Or Not.

So we are having an official renaming ceremony here at GMTS.  It will be alot loss painful than his original naming ceremony many decades ago when he lost a piece of himself. (The Piep Sny for my Saffer friends also known as a Bris or circumcision)

The real question is, what do I call him?

I refer to him on my likes page as Arnold because he has that Terminator thing going on and when we were first going out and it was playful like, he would pin me down and lick my face until I declared him the King and Savior, Master of the Universe, second to none.  On second thought perhaps I should call him God?  Jesus is already taken (a million times over in Mexico) and The Big O likes a good short haircut – isn’t into that Byron Bay look at all.

Pronounced Hey-Soos

He naturally doesn’t like Mr Barbie and I think The Accountant is somewhat cold?

When ever we go anywhere he is often told he looks like the lovely Jamie Durie, so I could call him Jamie?

And he is wicked in the garden.  He does a good balcony clean-up too.  Did I neglect to mention that the Sweet Sweet Boy cleaned up the pigeon poop?  He definitely won’t like Sweet Sweet Boy.

So I guess it’s a toss up between Arnold and Jamie.

I just chucked a coin and tails you lose Jamie – Arnold it is.

"I use my muscles as a conversion piece. Like someone walking a cheetah down 42nd street." Arnold Schwartzenegger

I am married to Arnold.  Barbie and Arnold.  Arnold and Barbie.  Not sure this is ringing right………………I think this is the part where I ask someone to Grant me the serenity.  I fear this is not the end of this. That is all.

Learning from my child

I’m not sure where to start with this post because the past week has been one of those when your world rocks a bit on its axis. But even when you don’t have a modicum of calm left in your body and mind and you repeatedly eye the 9mm attached to the belt of the security guard at work, there is always something to be gained by the experience.

Annie get your gun....

And this time it was Miss12 doing the teaching.

Someone that we both considered to be a very good friend – they had been together through pre-school had quietly not invited her to a big party she was hosting at her home.

I know that at 12 years old these things happen. Hormones, jealousy, bitchy little girls – it’s all part of the growing up process. Like having your heart broken.

And before you get me wrong, I’m not one of those parents who expects her child to be invited to the opening of an envelope. But this was kind of a big one for her. And I think partly the shock was the deception of it all. She interacts with this friend regularly and not only was this done behind her back but when the fact came to light, her friend didn’t have the courage to come clean, and lied. Social media being the voyeur that it is blew the whole charade up four days later.

12, hormonal and rocking the bitchiness

And with Miss12 crying in a heap on the floor at 9pm on Thursday night, I had murder in my heart.

So, I ranted for a good few days – said terrible things. Because I knew how hurt she was.

And at the point where I was thinking about making my displeasure known (not with a 9mm, by the way), I learnt something from my daughter.

She sat me down and said, “Mom – we’re in a small environment. I don’t want any trouble. If we make a big deal out of this I’m going to have to handle people gossiping and I don’t want to go through that. I have to get through the next few weeks and then it’s going to be all over and I never have to see her again”.

Standing ovation. Long-term thinking. And an ability rise above.

Bravo Miss 12!

Alot more powerful than grabbing that 9mm in a purple rage.

Purple rage. That is all.

I learn from my child. Or perhaps I have taught her well.

Either way, I hope that whatever joy her friend and her friends parents gained by hurting Miss 12 like this was worth it.

I doubt it was.

The Happiness Project

Naomi over at Seven Cherubs has encouraged me to take part in the Happiness Project. You can read more about it by following the link.

To cut a long story short, every day starting April 10 I recorded one thing about the day that made me happy. 

I hope that this makes you think of one thing each day that makes you happy – even when it’s been a shithouse of a 24 hours………..

 10 April

Awesome toast and coffee at The Grumpy Baker – and Miss8 played great soccer.

11 April

Lunch with the legend Leanne Moss (aka Barbie Candy) – a girl’s BFF, even if she’s sort of young enough almost to be my daughter 🙂

 12 April

Meeting with inspiring young man who is driven to succeed – good to know there’s hope for the next generation

 13 April

Kids made most beautiful pottery items at holiday camp – they are sweet and artistic – a mother can dream

 14 April

A day working from home.  True Bliss…………………

 15 April

It’s Friday.  That. Is. All.

 16 April

Don’t judge me but I luuurveddddd the Justine Bieber movie.

 17 April

Lunch with mom and dad – so good to be together.

 18 April

Last day before 8 days, no bread – stuffing myself with carbs – will make any girl  happy!

 19 April

No work and I pull off an entire traditional meal making stuff called “charoset” from scratch.  Feel like a genius Masterchef type.

 20 April

There’s nothing like a good I told you so, to lift the heart.

 21 April

The Twitterati made me smile today, and laugh.

 22 April

The consumption of Easter Eggs is a happiness in itself – those Cadbury people outdid themselves this year.  Joy!

 23 April

An amazing evening with old old friends fromIsrael– there are no words to describe how good it feels to be with the familiar when you’re really 10,000 miles from home.

 24 April

Puzzle-mania has struck our family – and I am genius at it. 

 25 April

Easter Monday – day in bed.  First time this year. And kudos to the creater of the Malteser Bunny.

 26 April

I can start eating bread again at sundown.  Never has a pizza tasted this good.  Seriously.

 27 April

School holidays are over.  And I survived.  Enough said.

 28 April

Attended Kerri Sackville’s book launch and met some beautiful Tweeps.  Made my week/month/year.

 29 April

I don’t have pneumonia, just a bad chest infection – this is something to be happy about.  Apparently…….

 30 April

Spin class – uber happy to be sweating it out on a Saturday morning with my riding crew.

 1 May

Shopping at Westfieldin the City and found the perfect black daggy t’s from oneteaspoon.  And the new food court on Level 5 rocks.

 2 May

Went to launch of Monday Morning Cooking Club (@MMCCChickie) book launch.  Had good old fashioned goss with mom in Miss 12’s class.  It’s good to have a “bitch” every now and again.

 3 May

Book Club with my girls, good food, good coffee, good company.

 4 May

Miss8 swimming squads in new pool – Olympic size and she was like Thorpie – except she’s a small girl.

 5 May

Nothing siginificant happened today – sometimes there’s happiness in that.

 6 May

Lost weight at the Diet Nazi.  I live to see another day.

 7 May

Found a Mona Lisa puzzle at Peter’s of Kensington – doesn’t get any better than this! (I hear you all groaning – by the way.  And stop rolling your eyes.)

 8 May

Farewell cocktail party for uber important work person.  Went flawlessly and managed to avoid a Loser of note.  Many thanks to the Human Shield (even if he didn’t know it).

 9 May

A day full of meetings got cancelled one by one.  Sometimes happiness is sitting (hiding) in your cubicle in your office.

 10 May

Spent the afternoon facepainting hundreds of kids at Randwick Race Course.  Children are beautiful and make life worth living.

Naomi at Seven Cherubs – thank you for making me take the time to find something happy in each day.  Sometimes when 8.30pm rolls around and you’ve been up for over 15 hours – it takes effort to think back and find that one thing.  But there is always one, even if it’s just the taste of chocolate.

 Love and light people xxx

A reason, a season, a lifetime

A reason, a season, a lifetime

From early on, I’ve been the type of person that collects “pet projects”.  We all know what those are – people who seem to sit on the fringes.  Who are not wholly accepted or who stand out (and not necessarily in a good way).  My inner circle have suffered through many of my undertakings, few of which have been successful.
I’m also the kind of person that struggles to let people go.  The advent of Facebook has nurtured this need – allowing me to connect with people I’ve sought for years – wondering about their lives and how it all turned out.  However, I digress.
I came across a poem, a reason, a season, a lifetime, detailing why people come into our lives.  Referring to a reason, it said that sometimes once this person (the reason) has served their purpose and without any wrongdoing on your part they will say and do something to bring the relationship to an end.  Sometimes they die, walk away or act up and force you to take a stand.
A few months ago, I was forced to take a stand.  On reflection I guess the universe had been pointing this out for a while.  There had been ongoing incidents that I’d forgiven, even forgotten.  However, on the morning of Wednesday 23 June the reason left me no choice.  It was devastating to me, a punch in the chest that left me gasping for air.  Similar to someone dying.  And I guess in a way someone did.  The reason, despite being a “project”, had also played a major role in my life.  As a mentor and friend.  Perhaps on the back of an emigration I was holding people closer than usual and placing undue dependence on the new relationships I had formed personally and professionally.
If I was to say that six months down the line I wasn’t still angry and hurt.  That would be a lie.  But, to say I don’t miss my friend would be a lie too.  To conclude, the poem talks about seasonal and then lifetime relationships concluding that love is blind but friendship is clairvoyant.  I love this last bit.
Letting go has been really hard but a necessary next step in the journey that will no doubt still bring many different people and relationships into my life.  And I guess it’s the hope that there will be many lifetimers joining us along the way that make the reason’s and season’s worthwhile.