How lucky was I to be snuggling under the covers of my super king bed?
This was no ordinary bed. I had spent the last four years in a single bed, in a ‘little girl’s room’. But my boys and I had finally moved into a ‘real’ house: three bedrooms, a little garden and, best of all, my super king bed, complete with a chandelier above. All I needed was the man to swing from it.
This was no ordinary day. It was Mothers’ Day, the one day a year when I am spoilt rotten.
Crispy bacon and poached eggs, with a glass of champagne and orange juice and freshly brewed coffee - in bed. What a treat! But there was more - a bouquet of blood-red roses, wrapped in bright yellow paper. Not the cheap kind you buy at the supermarket – but a real bouquet from a real florist . The smell was divine. And then there was gentle tap at my bedroom door. A woman stood carrying a table. ‘Your massage, Madame.’
About to drift off to sleep as warm oil flowed over my back, I heard them.
‘Mum, he stole the remote.’
‘It wasn’t me. GIVE IT BACK.’
Screaming, whining, squealing, crying.
‘Mum what are you still doing in bed?’
‘We want breakfast. ‘
‘Yeah, and it’s time for soccer.’
I opened my tired eyes and looked outside at the rain and wind battering the windows.
I threw on my sweatpants, grabbed three bananas, heated yesterday’s coffee in the microwave, put on my gumboots and jumped in the car with the boys.
Happy Mothers’ Day!
Wednesday, June 8, 2011
Saturday, March 12, 2011
For cool dudes everywhere!
Lots of young guys are given a hard time by the media. They are often represented as binge drinkers, party crashers and general trouble.
So I had to tell this little story about three 18 year olds called Todd, Travis and Josh.
I was sitting on the beach at low tide with my friend Sue while our two 5 year olds Jack and Pablo shared Pablo's skim board and attempted to give this new water sport a go (rather unsuccessfully to say the least).
After a few minutes we noticed Jack and Pablo go up to some older boys (Travis & friends) who were also skim boarding. I felt sorry for these guys, who spent the next hour giving Jack and Pablo lessons on how to skim.
When the big boys began to return to their cars (leaving the 5 year olds to practice) I yelled out to Travis 'Hey boys, thanks so much for being so kind to our kids. We hope our boys grow up like you.' They replied, 'No worries, it was fun.'
A few minutes later they returned and Travis said, 'Hey, my board is quite old and I have a few more at home, so I was wondering if the boy who does not have a board (Jack) would like this one.' WOW!
I wish I had an appropriate gift to give back to them in return, but the only item I had on hand at the time was pink sprinkle biscuits. They happily accepted some :)
It is heartening to know that there are such generous young men in the world. How cool was that. Jack's face lit up when I gave him the news. Here's to cool dudes!
Thursday, February 17, 2011
Gay Paris
A couple of months ago my friend Deirdre and I were planning a trip to Ireland.
We were looking forward to attending the Writers' Festival in Cork to receive our winning prizes for the Fish Short Story Competition, a renowned literary competition that we had both just entered.
After celebrating in Ireland we would go on to Paris to stay at the Ritz, a place we had both always dreamed of visiting.
This morning I turned on my computer, and for the sixty-third time visited the Fish Publishing website to see if the results were in. They were. We didn't even make the long list.
I woke Deirdre up to give her the good news - we would be going straight to Paris!
We were looking forward to attending the Writers' Festival in Cork to receive our winning prizes for the Fish Short Story Competition, a renowned literary competition that we had both just entered.
After celebrating in Ireland we would go on to Paris to stay at the Ritz, a place we had both always dreamed of visiting.
This morning I turned on my computer, and for the sixty-third time visited the Fish Publishing website to see if the results were in. They were. We didn't even make the long list.
I woke Deirdre up to give her the good news - we would be going straight to Paris!
Friday, January 21, 2011
A quick update on my bestseller!
Ok, so I have tried a few strategies in my quest to get published:
Agents - I have spent hundreds of dollars sending hundreds of copies of my manuscript, only to receive hundreds of rejections!
Ellen DeGeneres - I sent a $200 gift box which included iconic Kiwi gifts with the centre piece being my manuscript tied up with a pretty pink bow (maybe I should have gone for a rainbow ribbon!). On reflection I made a couple of mistakes with this strategy. The first being the fact that my manuscript was just that, a manuscript, rather than a published book. The second mistake I made was including 2 pairs of possum fur nipple warmers, for Ellen and Portia. I thought they would like the humorous aspect of these novelty items, that is until I discovered that both women are staunch animal rights activists. Oops!
After spending nearly a thousand dollars on the above actions I did a writing course (yes, after writing my book) and realised that my manuscript needed A LOT of editing. Maybe this had something to do with those rejections!
So I have now employed the amazing services of Kineret Yardena, who is a fantastic writer herself. I have also decided to self publish, which I believe is going to bring a more satisfying and hopefully successful journey towards the achievement of my dream.
Whatever the outcome, I am loving this writing adventure and could not imagine life now without it :)
Agents - I have spent hundreds of dollars sending hundreds of copies of my manuscript, only to receive hundreds of rejections!
Ellen DeGeneres - I sent a $200 gift box which included iconic Kiwi gifts with the centre piece being my manuscript tied up with a pretty pink bow (maybe I should have gone for a rainbow ribbon!). On reflection I made a couple of mistakes with this strategy. The first being the fact that my manuscript was just that, a manuscript, rather than a published book. The second mistake I made was including 2 pairs of possum fur nipple warmers, for Ellen and Portia. I thought they would like the humorous aspect of these novelty items, that is until I discovered that both women are staunch animal rights activists. Oops!
After spending nearly a thousand dollars on the above actions I did a writing course (yes, after writing my book) and realised that my manuscript needed A LOT of editing. Maybe this had something to do with those rejections!
So I have now employed the amazing services of Kineret Yardena, who is a fantastic writer herself. I have also decided to self publish, which I believe is going to bring a more satisfying and hopefully successful journey towards the achievement of my dream.
Whatever the outcome, I am loving this writing adventure and could not imagine life now without it :)
Monday, January 10, 2011
The promise
When I was 9 years old and living in England my uncle suggested that my grandmother bring me to New Zealand for a better life. I was not exactly excited at the prospect. I did not like the idea of leaving my friends and family. But my uncle promised to buy me a horse if I made the move.
Thirty five years later (and no horse) I found the perfect Christmas present for my uncle!
Thirty five years later (and no horse) I found the perfect Christmas present for my uncle!
Saturday, January 8, 2011
A good bloke
When I used to work as a flight attendant my good friend and colleague Carol (a mother of three) was jealous of another co-worker whose pilot husband had snuck into her hotel room to surprise her with a treat after her long flight. He threw roses all over the floor with a trail leading into the bathroom where a bubble bath awaited her, complete with champagne.
Carol related this story to HER husband in the hope he might follow suit. Nothing happened! But about one month later Carol came home from a trip to discover that her bedroom floor and bed was covered with celery stalks and waiting next to her bath was a beer!
Love it!
Carol related this story to HER husband in the hope he might follow suit. Nothing happened! But about one month later Carol came home from a trip to discover that her bedroom floor and bed was covered with celery stalks and waiting next to her bath was a beer!
Love it!
Friday, January 7, 2011
Internet dating disasters!
Numerous romantic dates have opened up the opportunity for me to have a potential love interest, but I have chosen to remain alone rather than be with the wrong person. Another reason I am still single is due to the lack of decent men:
PART ONE: I had not had much luck on previous visits to internet dating sites, but my girlfriends decided to rejoin me in an attempt to find my soul mate! During the signing up stage my friends kept calling out ideas for my profile name, but we struggled to find one that felt right, that is, until I said, ANYTHING WILL DO – which was swiftly chosen (probably not a good start to my endeavor to find love).
After being on the site for a couple of weeks with no luck at all, I was about to cancel my subscription when a new member called Charles caught my eye. For starters he was rather good looking in a demure kind of way. Furthermore, he was a widower, which automatically pulled at my heartstrings. He was an American engineer and I would find out later that he was an only child and when he was five years old his mother had died in childbirth. His father was now in a home suffering from Alzheimer’s. Of course, you can imagine how attracted to him I was at this stage – it was as if our lives were meant to meet. Both of us had no families – maybe we could become one together?
Alarm bells should have rung when Charles told me that he wanted to get to know me for a while on line. I should have insisted we talk on the phone, but I figured that he was nervous after not dating since his wife’s death six years prior. To cut a long story short, Charles and I emailed for a few weeks before deciding to meet one Sunday night. I pruned and preened myself ready for the big date but woke Sunday morning to an email that informed me that he “had to fly to London for an important business meeting.” Great, I had waxed my legs for nothing.
Charles didn’t email me for a few days because in his words he “had spent time in hospital after falling off a horse.” Oh that’s right, falling off horses is an everyday occurrence in London! I know I should have been on to him by now, but I couldn’t help but hold the tinniest bit of hope that all of this was true – well you can ride in Hyde Park! Charles added that he wouldn’t be returning to New Zealand for a few days because he had to come home via Nigeria in relation to his engineering work. But when he emailed me a week later informing me that he had been mugged by Africans and hit over a head with a rifle butt I started to seriously doubt his story.
Sure enough, a few days later he rang me with an accent that I can only describe as Nigerian attempting to be American but sounding Irish. Yes, he wanted money - $1700 US. I played along with his game but when the money didn’t arrive Charles rang and left a concerned message hoping I was alright. I wanted to email him the next day saying, “Sorry I didn’t make it to the bank, but I fell off a horse and then got mugged by an African who hit me over the head with a gun.” But friends warned me not to aggravate him, just in case he had contacts here, so I simply replied, “Do not contact me again – you know why.”
I have since learned that ‘Nigerian Romance Scammers’ are a new problem in a country that already has a reputation for being corrupt. But I have to be careful not to tar all of Nigeria’s inhabitants with the same brush.
PART TWO: After feeling humiliated and angry that for a time I had been sucked in by this heartless criminal I decided to take control of the situation and alert the authorities. But I was soon to discover that no-one seemed to care; the police were not interested and the dating site also showed little interest. This made me furious. So I decided to contact the media and shortly after spent three hours with a journalist and film crew depicting my story. Now, I must admit, I felt a little hesitant in baring my soul on National television, after all I was a mother of two young boys and my eldest Marco, was not very impressed that his mother’s love life was soon to be public knowledge. But I felt strongly about the fact that women out there needed to be warned because out of the hundreds of women these scammers contact there is bound to be at least one who trustingly gives her money to these vultures.
During the filming process I decided to approach another scammer (I am a great detective and noticed that they always left NO spaces between commas & fullstops!). This time I had fun with it. I re-invented myself as a multi-millionairess who owned 3 houses around the world. I was a famous artist who donated works to charitable organizations! It is amazing how easy it is to be anyone you want to be when you are sitting behind a computer screen.
I dreaded the airing of the show because I feared that I might be made to look like some pathetic and desperate female, but I am happy to report that apart from a wide angle shot that revealed a few too many tummy rolls, I came across alright!
I have definitely finished with internet dating - might give speed dating a go!
PART ONE: I had not had much luck on previous visits to internet dating sites, but my girlfriends decided to rejoin me in an attempt to find my soul mate! During the signing up stage my friends kept calling out ideas for my profile name, but we struggled to find one that felt right, that is, until I said, ANYTHING WILL DO – which was swiftly chosen (probably not a good start to my endeavor to find love).
After being on the site for a couple of weeks with no luck at all, I was about to cancel my subscription when a new member called Charles caught my eye. For starters he was rather good looking in a demure kind of way. Furthermore, he was a widower, which automatically pulled at my heartstrings. He was an American engineer and I would find out later that he was an only child and when he was five years old his mother had died in childbirth. His father was now in a home suffering from Alzheimer’s. Of course, you can imagine how attracted to him I was at this stage – it was as if our lives were meant to meet. Both of us had no families – maybe we could become one together?
Alarm bells should have rung when Charles told me that he wanted to get to know me for a while on line. I should have insisted we talk on the phone, but I figured that he was nervous after not dating since his wife’s death six years prior. To cut a long story short, Charles and I emailed for a few weeks before deciding to meet one Sunday night. I pruned and preened myself ready for the big date but woke Sunday morning to an email that informed me that he “had to fly to London for an important business meeting.” Great, I had waxed my legs for nothing.
Charles didn’t email me for a few days because in his words he “had spent time in hospital after falling off a horse.” Oh that’s right, falling off horses is an everyday occurrence in London! I know I should have been on to him by now, but I couldn’t help but hold the tinniest bit of hope that all of this was true – well you can ride in Hyde Park! Charles added that he wouldn’t be returning to New Zealand for a few days because he had to come home via Nigeria in relation to his engineering work. But when he emailed me a week later informing me that he had been mugged by Africans and hit over a head with a rifle butt I started to seriously doubt his story.
Sure enough, a few days later he rang me with an accent that I can only describe as Nigerian attempting to be American but sounding Irish. Yes, he wanted money - $1700 US. I played along with his game but when the money didn’t arrive Charles rang and left a concerned message hoping I was alright. I wanted to email him the next day saying, “Sorry I didn’t make it to the bank, but I fell off a horse and then got mugged by an African who hit me over the head with a gun.” But friends warned me not to aggravate him, just in case he had contacts here, so I simply replied, “Do not contact me again – you know why.”
I have since learned that ‘Nigerian Romance Scammers’ are a new problem in a country that already has a reputation for being corrupt. But I have to be careful not to tar all of Nigeria’s inhabitants with the same brush.
PART TWO: After feeling humiliated and angry that for a time I had been sucked in by this heartless criminal I decided to take control of the situation and alert the authorities. But I was soon to discover that no-one seemed to care; the police were not interested and the dating site also showed little interest. This made me furious. So I decided to contact the media and shortly after spent three hours with a journalist and film crew depicting my story. Now, I must admit, I felt a little hesitant in baring my soul on National television, after all I was a mother of two young boys and my eldest Marco, was not very impressed that his mother’s love life was soon to be public knowledge. But I felt strongly about the fact that women out there needed to be warned because out of the hundreds of women these scammers contact there is bound to be at least one who trustingly gives her money to these vultures.
During the filming process I decided to approach another scammer (I am a great detective and noticed that they always left NO spaces between commas & fullstops!). This time I had fun with it. I re-invented myself as a multi-millionairess who owned 3 houses around the world. I was a famous artist who donated works to charitable organizations! It is amazing how easy it is to be anyone you want to be when you are sitting behind a computer screen.
I dreaded the airing of the show because I feared that I might be made to look like some pathetic and desperate female, but I am happy to report that apart from a wide angle shot that revealed a few too many tummy rolls, I came across alright!
I have definitely finished with internet dating - might give speed dating a go!
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