STD – Sexually Transmitted Spiritual Disease

Remember as teens when we first were taught sex ed?

Well, if you think about what you were taught the same truths apply to your energy and spirituality…

What I learned from children’s stories

I always talk about inspiring others through the most amazing life journeys, and that by sharing your story you could just be helping another person…

I for one don’t have the greatest past but I am learning to look at my past as a series of lessons that made me a better person today, and will see me improving myself tomorrow and learning and growing through life.

When your daughter doesn’t feel as loved as her sibling…

How would you feel if your daughter told you that she doesn’t feel as loved as her brother by your family?

I can tell you how I feel – I feel crap – if I had to elaborate on the shitty feeling I would describe it as the ploppy, watery diarrhoea, that hurts your butt, while your stomach is cramping; and you’re throwing up at the same time. I feel like a bad dose of gastro.

The Cycle of Abuse – updated

I think it is time that we remind ourselves about what abuse is during the trial of Oscar Pistorius. This is also due to my past , and realising that still today 16 years after my mom, brother and I packed up and left, that “friends and family” do not clearly understand how damaging and terrifying our experiences were.

6th dog sense

For a long time now, I have used my animals’ judgement to assess the nature of people I meet.

I am not saying that I am a poor judge of character – In truth I find it’s quite the opposite and that my intuition is always right. The predicament is that I always give people more chances than they actually deserve. My heart over-rides my intuition and more than often – I end up getting hurt.

In some cases my heart still dominates the decision making process and it ends up limping around bandaged and feeling sorry for itself.

If only I would listen to my furry family and my intuition 100% of the time.

When I was a teenager

My daughter hit a bully and I am proud.

Should you hit a bully?

When is it appropriate to hit a bully?

My son was a victim of bullying while he was at Primary School. I researched the subject, I wrote about it, I spoke about it, you name it I did it.

I feel that I have taught my children well enough to know that bullying is not the answer. Both are compassionate and sensitive children, who would rather lend a hand to someone in need.

This brings me to the reason for this article.

My daughter hit a bully and I am proud.

Before you judge put yourself in Fairy’s shoes.

So my brother called me a charity case.

So my brother called me a charity case. And he’s right too….

No, I am not the one who is always asking for help.

I am the one always dishing it out.

Look, I am not complaining. I love being a volunteer, I love being a good friend; a good human, but there comes a time when you look at relationships and you think, I have really – really given a lot here.

Then you look closer and you realise, wow I think that at least 98% of the time, I was the one giving…

Last week to register for G-School

ITS CRUNCH TIME!

G-School ends for registrations on Sunday, so this is “push” week for final lady registrants. The initial registration is FREE – browse the G-School site and see what G-School has to offer… And then pay for your LIFE TIME course. (Click on any of the banners and they will lead you to the G-School site 😉 )

ABOUT G-SCHOOL:

If you want to make a difference to your relationship, sex life or confidence, you have to make time. Relationships take hard work.

The course modules will be able to be downloaded, so you can listen to the course on your phone on your way work, while jogging on the treadmill or even lazing in your bath. 🙂

PLUS: The material is available to you for life. The material is available to you to review in your own time.

Sex comes naturally, but techniques and paradigm shifts can make you a “sexpert”.  We aren’t issued with a manual the day we get married and sometimes there are “issues” that we need to deal with or we just get stuck in a boring routine. That’s when a little “spice” can make things exciting again.  In G-school we look at all the aspects, from how we differ from each other, love languages and how to keep the flame burning high!  So, this is not a school where we teach you the basics of sex, that stuff you know already. We teach you to be more self confident in your relationship and your sex life and to be a better, sexier and more beautiful (from within) you.
This isn’t a course about SEX. It goes into a lot more than that. It’s about strengthening your relationship with your partner, dealing with your own issues and learning what works and doesn’t work.

It’s a tried and tested course that, if you put the effort in, will make a difference.

Anonymity is G-School’s highest priority. They do not disclose your information anywhere. They want a safe environment for people to learn and share completely anonymously.

Remember: Although the course starts on 1 July, the material is available to you for life. So even though the timing might not be right, the same material is available to you to review in your own time. 

The course is completely online, therefore, you can do it when you have time!

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Middle Grandchild Syndrome – Triggers Four

Its funny how when you’re feeling completely uninspired to write that someone else’s story triggers you enough to kick your butt into telling a bit more of my story.

If you’ve followed my posts you will know that I have worked through various difficult patches to come out to the point where I am now.

Which is… *smiles*

The place where what I do in my life is not because someone else told me to or because I am making someone else proud. I am doing what makes me happy, making myself proud of what I do and who I am.

I am the first to say that children learn by example so I have to live what I am hoping to teach them – right?

Any way, so what brought me to write about my past now – in this post? Well, these are the things that aided my decisions and made me who I am today. if telling people about my life encourages them to make their lives better my goal is being accomplished.

So I read the MOMfession by Tracy Winslow (Momaical Mom) on Mummy Mishy’s They call me mummy blog. and it made me want to tell you why I always felt second best, or should I say third best and one of the reasons I felt I needed to “people please”.

From when I was a little girl I always heard about how wonderful my cousin was. If it wasn’t that it was my young brother who was excelling. You know when they talk about middle child syndrome, well this is a large dose of middle grand child syndrome.

While my cousin and brother excelled in sports; I didn’t. My family held an intervention when I was 10 or 11 because I wasn’t athletic enough.

Now I think, so what! I was active, I rode my bike, I skipped, I swam, I played with the dog. I was never a couch potato and the mom in me now is screaming out because there was never a cause for concern! If I was my child I would have encouraged my real talents and the skipping, bike riding, dog playing. Yes, they aren’t olympic sports but being active and enjoying it is what mattered!

I mean honestly, I am artistic, I find comfort and extreme enjoyment from being creative. I LOVED to dance! Why not just encourage that?!

Ok, so the result of the intervention was my, oh so wonderful cousin trained me to run the school cross country. I literally ran my buns off and HATED every single step I took in those hideously uncomfortable short shorts.

I ran the race and improved drastically. I came in 14th and not my usual 109th. I won a trophy for the most improved runner.

Who was there to congratulate me?

Any of the family who had forced me to run the race? NOPE

I gave up after that.
I did try sports and eventually did get to dance which blew my mind with the pure freedom and beauty of it. But I never had the support team that my cousin and brother had. So it was all short lived.

It didn’t help that when my cousin got married my brother, the overseas cousin and new in laws cousins were included, but not me.

My cousin bonded with my brother going to sports matches, but not me.

She phoned me at work once, said we should meet for coffee because I was “grown up” now. But nothing materialised.

When My gramps died, everyone spoke about my wonderful cousin and how she was there when he passed. But nothing about me who was always there day in – day out; year in – year out.

I feel that although I tried for so long just to be noticed – I never really did. Not for being me.

Who am I – I am a person who is creative, I love anything that exhibits freedom of expression. I take pride in what I do, I take pride in knowing that I do right by my children. I praise them for their good points and I won’t push them to do things that they aren’t happy doing. Ok STOP THE BUS! I encourage them with school work and – YUCK! – who wants to do that?

But most of all, I am proud that I am living out my dream of helping animals! I am proud that I have the courage to tell my story, knowing that it may help someone else! I am strong! I am soft! I am beautiful. I am ME

If I could say one thing to Tracy this would be it.

Flowers for you Tracy and for me as we celebrate the people we are!

What is important here is rising above what gets us down, holding our heads up high and being our unique selves. Because we are UNIQUE!

If you would like to read previous posts in my “triggers” series here they are:

Triggers 1

Triggers – Part 2

Triggers 3 – History Revisited

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Who takes care of my kids if i no longer can?

When I was pregnant I toiled over the decision over who would look after my children in the event that something had happened to me and my husband.

I have come to a point where I am re thinking my decision.

Not to blow my own horn or anything – I really believe that I have done my utmost best in bringing up my children this far.
In the event that I cannot make these decisions I would like the person who does make them, to think very carefully about what they are doing.

I mean look, we are all going to die, its inevitable, I just want to do right by my children if that time comes sooner rather than later.

Which brings me to the point of whom…?

If there is one point in your life that you need to be brutally honest with yourself this is it, and you have to be judgemental – wouldn’t you judge the sh*t out of someone if you knew you weren’t going to be around?
It makes me think of the letter Lindsay wrote to Jenny explaining her decision in the movie “Raising Helen”.

“You must know from experience that when it comes to picking somebody else to raise your kids, no one seems right. No one is you. And so you choose someone who is most like you. Someone that will give the kids a taste of their real mom, the one they lost and never really got to know.”

This is exactly why my head and heart are on the fence again.
This person can’t blindly let my kids go off with Satan-in-law herself. I’ve bumped my head with that monster and her spawn too many times to mention and if I have anything to do with it – that road is one that my kids will certainly not walk. I will still tell that story here…

I have brought my children up to be compassionate towards animals. They have grown up with pets and I would like them to have animals throughout their lives. Not only that. If you are going to be going against everything I believe and will be advocating cruelty to animals, you don’t deserve to be anywhere near my children while I am alive, never mind when I am in the hereafter. I feel that strongly about this. It is a proven fact that if someone harms animals, they won’t think twice about harming YOU. Putting my children in harm’s way is not ideal…

I am a stickler for morals, ethics and manners, and children learn by example. That makes the list even slimmer, I mean really – I am not being judgemental here – would you want the town whore to raise your children? I can’t afford to have your bad decisions affect my Children.

Who, between all the people I know; will help mould my children into honest and confident adults, get to know them for who they are and not try to change them? Who will “just be there”? Who will allow them to express themselves? Who will move heaven and earth for them as I have and will in the future?

Who really knows me? If I had to hand out a quick 20 question exam on Dianne; who would be able to answer the questions? If I had to do the same for each of my children – who would be able to answer those? When it comes to my kids a 50% skin of your teeth; answers are just not going to cut it. There are very few people if any who will pass the test.

There are things I can let slide, but the big stuff is too important to let go of.

Have you thought about this?

What are the things that you would want to stipulate when it came to YOUR children? I want to know what you think? Be BRUTALLY honest.

Don’t judge me here, I am I am re thinking the people I would want to raise my children.

The way things stand for me right now… I had better be living a long – long life…

If this article got you thinking maybe you would also like to read Raising a little Girl – Self Esteem or YOU are unique – What I want my children to know

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