Last Friday I took Mia shopping in the morning. We went to Aldi to shop. As we were coming out through the checkout there was a stand with alot of lovely flowers on it. Mia yells out, "Muuuum, we HAVE to buy daddy some flowers!" An elderly lady was behind me pushing her trolley and giggling, she said to me, "That is so gorgeous that she would want to buy flowers for her Dad, and the fact it is not for any given occasion shows true feelings of love". I agreed with her. We bought the flowers and Mia proudly carried them out to the car from the shopping complex.
Thing is, cut flowers are dead when you buy them, I mean, they just don't last very long. I guess roses are the most hardy of the lot, and they last longer if you out some sugar in with the water too. I am going to dry these pink roses, same as pictured above. Who knows, I might get crafty like my friend Sam :) You have to see the things she does, they are awesome and all pictured on her blog Gollywobbles.
When I was growing up, my dad would buy my mum, my sister and I a gift every Valentine's Day, coz we were " his girls". That was special, but we were also told every day that we were loved too. So I do the same with my kids. I tell 'em I love 'em even if they drive me bananas :)
That's an easy thing to do right now as I worked two afternoons over the weekend and so Mondayitis hits me even more so. Thanks to my honey for getting them off to school today (MWAH!! Pash, pash, suck face all that jazz!!!)
Yesterday I had two things of note tht stood out to me. In the morning before I went to work I listened to the Radio. They were talking about these young blokes who made the trip to Melbourne from Sydney to do one thing, they vandalised the place, but they got caught. A measly fine ensued and they were free to go back to where they came from. Pure and utter disrespectful little twirps!!! The radio hosts were going on about kids nowadays being disrespectful, yadda, yadda, yadda........
I get to work in the afternoon and I scrounge about for some orange juice for one of my lovely patients. I am saying" Oh no what now?" with my head in the fridge and I get, "What's wrong nurse?" from behind. Turn around to find these three lovely young boys there. I say I cannot find OJ for my lovely lady patient and they say, "No problem, we will walk down to the shop and buy her some". Goodness of their hearts, wouldn't hear of me giving them money..I tell ya, they brought back the biggest Bottle of OJ and a packet of CC's for us nurses to share. Now...it is these yougn people that put the vandalising little shits to shame!!!
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