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Wednesday, 19 September 2007

Bring Back Bertie!!

On Monday morning I had my first aerobics class with the new instructer who is taking over from Bertie. Now I promise I was trying to keep an open mind even though I knew her class just wasn't going to match up to Bertie's and I must admit we have had worse instructors fill in for him but it was still pretty pants. However I did feel it wasn't actually too bad and I could probably live with it as a sloppy second.

I mean the routine didn't flow and she spent so long teaching the first part of the routine that I thought that was the only thing we were going to do for the whole hour!

She did the whole routine at the front of the class with us which meant you didn't have to think for yourself - I don't like that.

The music wasn't very inspiring and was too quiet - it got better after I managed to catch her eye and got her to turn it up, but apart from all that I thought I could live with it.

Then I had Bertie's step aerobics class today and it's just like rubbing your nose in it! The music is mainly stuff I used to go clubbing to in my younger days - fantastic! The routine flows, he gets the class motivated

to put loads of effort in and he leaves you to it so you have to remember the routine, excellent! But it really made me realise how pants my Monday session really was and as much I try to persuade myself that I can live with it, I just want Bertie back.

I was talking to some of the girls afterwards and they really hated the Monday session and just want Bertie back too. I suggested making a card for him and getting everyone to sign it and everyone was up for it so I made this.

I managed to use up some of the bits of paper left over from David's tube so that was an extra bonus.

Just hope the emotional blackmail works and if enough people sign it he'll change his mind and come back...

5 comments:

ScrapMomOf2 said...: Such a cute card! Love that dog! I hope he comes back, but even if he doesn't, I know he'll be thrilled to know how much you all appreciate him!; 20 September 2007 at 13:30
Shh-Shh said...: Oh Dear Fe Fe... you have got it bad! I hope the emotional blackmail works... love the card he is really cute.x.; 20 September 2007 at 19:08
Corie said...: This is so cute -- hope it works.; 20 September 2007 at 22:43
Risa said...: This is funny and I love your card!
Malieta:); 21 September 2007 at 00:37
Ijsbeer said...: haha. hope it works!; 21 September 2007 at 03:38

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Ode to Special Mums

Ode to Special Moms(by Erma Bombeck)

Most women become mothers by accident, some by choice, a few by social pressures and a couple by habit. This year, nearly 100,000 women will become mothers of handicapped children. Did you ever wonder how mothers of handicapped children are chosen?

Somehow I visualize God hovering over Earth selecting his instruments for propagation with great care and deliberation. As he observes, he instructs his angels to make notes in a giant ledger.
"Armstrong, Beth, son, patron saint, Matthew.
Forrest, Marjorie, daughter, patron saint, Cecilia.
"Rudledge, Carrie, twins, patron saint, give her Gerard. He's used to profanity."
Finally, he passes a name to an angel and smiles, "Give her a handicapped child."

The angel is curious. "Why this one, God? She's so happy."

"Exactly," says God. "Could I give a handicapped child to a mother who does not know laughter? That would be cruel."

"But has she patience?" asks the angel.

"I don't want her to have too much patience or she will drown in a sea of self-pity and despair. Once the shock and resentment wear off, she'll handle it.
"I watched her today. She has that feeling of self and independence that is so rare and so necessary in a mother. You see, the child I'm going to give her has his own world. She has to make it live in her world, and that's not going to be easy."

"But, Lord, I don't think she even believes in you."

God smiles. "No matter. I can fix that. This one is perfect. She has just enough selfishness."

The angel gasps, "Selfishness? Is that a virtue?"

God nods. "If she can't separate herself from the child occasionally, she'll never survive. Yes, here is a woman whom I will bless with a child less than perfect. She doesn't realize it yet, but she is to be envied. She will never take for granted a 'spoken word.' She will never consider a 'step' ordinary. When her child says 'Momma' for the first time, she will be present at a miracle and know it! When she describes a tree or a sunset to her child, she will see it as few people ever see my creations."I will permit her to see clearly the things I see...ignorance, cruelty, prejudice...and allow her to rise above them. She will never be alone. I will be at her side every minute of every day of her life, because she is doing my work as surely as she is here by my side."

"And what about her patron saint?" asks the angel, pen poised midair.

God smiles. "A mirror will suffice."

"Welcome to Holland"

"Welcome to Holland" By Emily Perl Kingsley

I am often asked to describe the experience of raising a child with a disability - to try to help people who have not shared that unique experience to understand it, to imagine how it would feel. It's like this......

When you're going to have a baby, it's like planning a fabulous vacation trip - to Italy. You buy a bunch of guide books and make your wonderful plans. The Coliseum. The Michelangelo David. The gondolas in Venice. You may learn some handy phrases in Italian. It's all very exciting.

After months of eager anticipation, the day finally arrives. You pack your bags and off you go. Several hours later, the plane lands. The stewardess comes in and says, "Welcome to Holland."

"Holland?!?" you say. "What do you mean Holland?? I signed up for Italy! I'm supposed to be in Italy. All my life I've dreamed of going to Italy."

But there's been a change in the flight plan. They've landed in Holland and there you must stay.

The important thing is that they haven't taken you to a horrible, disgusting, filthy place, full of pestilence, famine and disease. It's just a different place.

So you must go out and buy new guide books. And you must learn a whole new language. And you will meet a whole new group of people you would never have met.

It's just a different place. It's slower-paced than Italy, less flashy than Italy. But after you've been there for a while and you catch your breath, you look around.... and you begin to notice that Holland has windmills....and Holland has tulips. Holland even has Rembrandts.

But everyone you know is busy coming and going from Italy... and they're all bragging about what a wonderful time they had there. And for the rest of your life, you will say "Yes, that's where I was supposed to go. That's what I had planned."
And the pain of that will never, ever, ever, ever go away...because the loss of that dream is a very very significant loss. But...if you spend your life mourning the fact that you didn't get to Italy, you may never be free to enjoy the very special, the very lovely things ... about Holland.