Son Of Man
Without Prejudice
This is what we wanted for them, then "Our Beagle Boys", and still do xoxox
When the boys first came to stay with me at Springfield Court, the house I bought in Noble Park North, there wasn't a day that I didn't come home from work where there wasn't something broken or smashed.
They were like little monkeys in a barrel, so cute, so naughty, so full of the joys of living. The would leap, run, fall of chairs, fall down the back stairs, escape in to the Court. They were full on.
Yvette was frighteningly sick, I let her sleep and eventually after a long time she started to get better. It was touch and go for a while and I would stand outside her door to make sure she was breathing.
Brock stuck a knife in the electric socket one day and blew himself across the room, he was 3. And a big bumbling "Fat Boy", who was a bundle of fun, happy, smiley and vague.
We thought for a while he was retarded but he's turned out a genius now. Lazy as all hell and racist sometimes and a bit snobby, but he's a genius, trust me !
Jai is too and at 2 he was a little red headed spoilt little monster. Gorgeous to look at and as a baby, smiled all the time, friendly, social and by the time he was 2, a holy terror.
You could never tell him he had red hair, only yellow or lello as he said it. I knew he was going to be brainy when he sat up in bed one night. All of two years old.
He said there are two of us, Brock and me, and he put his fingers together, one and one make two.
We can't get Acer to say many words yet and he's 3, can't imagine him working out a maths problem. But he's so naughty and so sweet and as stubborn as his Dad.
But at that time it was Kyle 10. Zach, 5, Brock, 3 and Jai 2
Kyle was easy, responsible, mature and adoring of his brothers, though they drove him mad. Kyle had grown up through the last five years as Dad to the boys.
He said the day Zach was born he wanted to kill him, he was so jealous. Kyle had been the centre of all our attention since he was born and he didn't like to share,
"I don't share", he said one day to my mild mannered Brother In Law, Winston.
Winn had been trying to make him share his toys and Kyle would have been 4, old enough to know better.
Kyle was beyond skinny and he hated it and had bad clothes though that wasn't his fault, kids in the court wouldn't play with him, saying he had "funny Clothes"
He's now Mr Sartorial Splendour and has bulked up a little.
Zach was a blonde shaved head, doe eyed (brown ) angel. He was wise and made all the pronouncements in the Family. Everything was dead, birds, trees, people in books reaching a zenith when he said a nurse in a book was dead and her patient with a bandage around his head was.
"His heads dead"
I love kids, i love them at all ages, doesn't matter. I always have and always will, so these 4 little boys were like a gift to me. Angelic Zach and manic Jai, and teddy bear Brock and skinny Kyle, all legs and bony knees, fiercely protective of his Mum, her protector and motivator. Her face was so messed up, he said he wanted,
"His pretty mum back, "
and Yvette cried
So I sent her to a skin specialist and she went on Roaccutane and the skin cleared up, great strips of it coming off her feet and hands and now her skin is all healed. Baby skin appearing underneath acne lumps and bumps.
I thought if I could get her start taking care of herself, she'd be back on her feet quicker, she has always been a pretty delicate girl with a body that should be framed somewhere as this is what you can look like if you have 7 kids.
Even now I find her G strings on the line and think they are hair ties. She is an abomination of nature and I can't stand her. Hahaha
So she started getting better and we needed to control the boys more and motivate them. We had no male role models and thought about putting them in a male mentoring program.
So in the end we did it with movies, Iron Giant, Tarzan, Transformers, Star Wars, came later. Something that pitched at all their levels but was good and inspiring, like Knights of old and brave fighters and things that made them cry and laugh and think.
We knew somehow we would be bringing them up with not many male role models.
None of the ones around us at that time were inspiring, although their Uncles would become important to them later. Yvette was still not well enough to be the inspiration she is today.
The tough Mother, that they are sacred shitless of, no matter how big they are.
I have seen Yvette 8 months pregnant bring down a maniac, with a child in one arm, hugely pregnant and with one arm, thats classic Yvette.
But back to the Son Of Man, Tarzan was their favourite movie of all time, the cartoon version, we watched it over and over
They cried at the begining when Tarzan lost his Mum and Dad, then they loved how the chimp became the Mum and the big Scary Gorilla didn't want her to take care of The man cub"
and they loved that Tarzan flew through the jungle with birds and animals having the best fun as a boy. They saw them selves as Jungle Boys swooping through the air on vines.
They had weapons they made themselves, wooden swords, and that was a bit scary so we bought them plastic ones instead.
And they hated the hunters with guns who wanted to shoot the animals,
and they laughed at Jane with her Upper Class British Accent, and
Kyle identified with the grown Tarzan making a canopy of trees for his MUM, at night, while she was sleeping.
They all identified with the Man Tarzan climbing up the waterfall, and the best was Tarzan skating down the trees. Yvette told us they took images of Surfer Boys and Skater Boys and copied their movements on to computers.
The boys loved that bit, Tarzan surfing the trees, skilful, and knowing kids had provided the movements.
We knew Kyle could speed skate and skate board and we watched Tony Hawke's Lords Of Dog Town praying he would become a famous one.
And the boys settled down a bit and Yvette received her own house within three months and they began a better life. And even now we keep certain things from them, certain influences, especially certain men.
they are normal teen boys now, don't drink, smoke, do drugs, do swear but we try and control that, they've never had serious punch ons, (touch wood )
And they love their little brothers and this week they have all grieved for Bonnie in their own ways and I love that.
Big strong men crying over an old dog,
When I worked Maxi Cube a worker lost his Alsatian after 12 years and cried at work. And one of the men there I really liked and admired, John, laughed, at him, saying,
"He was boo hoo, blub blub, out in the Yard"
And I thought what an arsehole!
Ha, Karma, shortly after that the man who laughed found out his wife was pregnant and he'd had a vasectomy.
Turned out the vas had rejoined and he had to have it redone. And he came in at Christmas time to pick up his ham and bottle of whisky and he was waddling.
I was down in the bowels of the factory, counting bolts for stocktake and cursing my Boss Peter V. sitting upstairs in air conditioned luxury.
He loved me doing stocktake, it was his favourite thing, as he had had to do it for years and now it was my turn.
And John waddled in a towelling nappy between his legs, he'd had ice there but couldn't go out with ice on his balls.
And I laughed when I saw him, creasing up and couldn't look him in the face, Payback's a bitch.
And the other payback was for when I went into hospital earlier that year. All the girls and I used to call John the Diet Coke Man.
He was big with a handlebar moustache and the thickest Scots accent ever. Like Sean Connery only better.
He was happily married for the 2nd time with a grown up family. And us girls would ring each other if he was around. Working down in the 3rd factory, miles away, and we were starved for eye candy. we were all tied up ourselves, married or engaged, but what girl doesn't like a bit of eye candy.
So I was going to hospital and he came up behind me, handed me a card and then bent me backwards in the biggest pash of all time, like something out of "Gone With The Wind".
I was gob smacked and the girls went insane all threatening to get a medical problem, right then and there, so they could have the same.
I was never so embarressed in my life and I knew he had done it deliberately, just to wind me up. But it was a pretty good kiss, so I forgave him.
And I gave him his ham and whisky and killed myself laughing as he toddled off, gingerly, watching every step his nappy sticking out the back.
"Shutup, Janette"
"OK"
God I'm cruel sometimes,,
Love Janette
This is what we wanted for them, then "Our Beagle Boys", and still do xoxox
When the boys first came to stay with me at Springfield Court, the house I bought in Noble Park North, there wasn't a day that I didn't come home from work where there wasn't something broken or smashed.
They were like little monkeys in a barrel, so cute, so naughty, so full of the joys of living. The would leap, run, fall of chairs, fall down the back stairs, escape in to the Court. They were full on.
Yvette was frighteningly sick, I let her sleep and eventually after a long time she started to get better. It was touch and go for a while and I would stand outside her door to make sure she was breathing.
Brock stuck a knife in the electric socket one day and blew himself across the room, he was 3. And a big bumbling "Fat Boy", who was a bundle of fun, happy, smiley and vague.
We thought for a while he was retarded but he's turned out a genius now. Lazy as all hell and racist sometimes and a bit snobby, but he's a genius, trust me !
Jai is too and at 2 he was a little red headed spoilt little monster. Gorgeous to look at and as a baby, smiled all the time, friendly, social and by the time he was 2, a holy terror.
You could never tell him he had red hair, only yellow or lello as he said it. I knew he was going to be brainy when he sat up in bed one night. All of two years old.
He said there are two of us, Brock and me, and he put his fingers together, one and one make two.
We can't get Acer to say many words yet and he's 3, can't imagine him working out a maths problem. But he's so naughty and so sweet and as stubborn as his Dad.
But at that time it was Kyle 10. Zach, 5, Brock, 3 and Jai 2
Kyle was easy, responsible, mature and adoring of his brothers, though they drove him mad. Kyle had grown up through the last five years as Dad to the boys.
He said the day Zach was born he wanted to kill him, he was so jealous. Kyle had been the centre of all our attention since he was born and he didn't like to share,
"I don't share", he said one day to my mild mannered Brother In Law, Winston.
Winn had been trying to make him share his toys and Kyle would have been 4, old enough to know better.
Kyle was beyond skinny and he hated it and had bad clothes though that wasn't his fault, kids in the court wouldn't play with him, saying he had "funny Clothes"
He's now Mr Sartorial Splendour and has bulked up a little.
Zach was a blonde shaved head, doe eyed (brown ) angel. He was wise and made all the pronouncements in the Family. Everything was dead, birds, trees, people in books reaching a zenith when he said a nurse in a book was dead and her patient with a bandage around his head was.
"His heads dead"
I love kids, i love them at all ages, doesn't matter. I always have and always will, so these 4 little boys were like a gift to me. Angelic Zach and manic Jai, and teddy bear Brock and skinny Kyle, all legs and bony knees, fiercely protective of his Mum, her protector and motivator. Her face was so messed up, he said he wanted,
"His pretty mum back, "
and Yvette cried
So I sent her to a skin specialist and she went on Roaccutane and the skin cleared up, great strips of it coming off her feet and hands and now her skin is all healed. Baby skin appearing underneath acne lumps and bumps.
I thought if I could get her start taking care of herself, she'd be back on her feet quicker, she has always been a pretty delicate girl with a body that should be framed somewhere as this is what you can look like if you have 7 kids.
Even now I find her G strings on the line and think they are hair ties. She is an abomination of nature and I can't stand her. Hahaha
So she started getting better and we needed to control the boys more and motivate them. We had no male role models and thought about putting them in a male mentoring program.
So in the end we did it with movies, Iron Giant, Tarzan, Transformers, Star Wars, came later. Something that pitched at all their levels but was good and inspiring, like Knights of old and brave fighters and things that made them cry and laugh and think.
We knew somehow we would be bringing them up with not many male role models.
None of the ones around us at that time were inspiring, although their Uncles would become important to them later. Yvette was still not well enough to be the inspiration she is today.
The tough Mother, that they are sacred shitless of, no matter how big they are.
I have seen Yvette 8 months pregnant bring down a maniac, with a child in one arm, hugely pregnant and with one arm, thats classic Yvette.
But back to the Son Of Man, Tarzan was their favourite movie of all time, the cartoon version, we watched it over and over
They cried at the begining when Tarzan lost his Mum and Dad, then they loved how the chimp became the Mum and the big Scary Gorilla didn't want her to take care of The man cub"
and they loved that Tarzan flew through the jungle with birds and animals having the best fun as a boy. They saw them selves as Jungle Boys swooping through the air on vines.
They had weapons they made themselves, wooden swords, and that was a bit scary so we bought them plastic ones instead.
And they hated the hunters with guns who wanted to shoot the animals,
and they laughed at Jane with her Upper Class British Accent, and
Kyle identified with the grown Tarzan making a canopy of trees for his MUM, at night, while she was sleeping.
They all identified with the Man Tarzan climbing up the waterfall, and the best was Tarzan skating down the trees. Yvette told us they took images of Surfer Boys and Skater Boys and copied their movements on to computers.
The boys loved that bit, Tarzan surfing the trees, skilful, and knowing kids had provided the movements.
We knew Kyle could speed skate and skate board and we watched Tony Hawke's Lords Of Dog Town praying he would become a famous one.
And the boys settled down a bit and Yvette received her own house within three months and they began a better life. And even now we keep certain things from them, certain influences, especially certain men.
they are normal teen boys now, don't drink, smoke, do drugs, do swear but we try and control that, they've never had serious punch ons, (touch wood )
And they love their little brothers and this week they have all grieved for Bonnie in their own ways and I love that.
Big strong men crying over an old dog,
When I worked Maxi Cube a worker lost his Alsatian after 12 years and cried at work. And one of the men there I really liked and admired, John, laughed, at him, saying,
"He was boo hoo, blub blub, out in the Yard"
And I thought what an arsehole!
Ha, Karma, shortly after that the man who laughed found out his wife was pregnant and he'd had a vasectomy.
Turned out the vas had rejoined and he had to have it redone. And he came in at Christmas time to pick up his ham and bottle of whisky and he was waddling.
I was down in the bowels of the factory, counting bolts for stocktake and cursing my Boss Peter V. sitting upstairs in air conditioned luxury.
He loved me doing stocktake, it was his favourite thing, as he had had to do it for years and now it was my turn.
And John waddled in a towelling nappy between his legs, he'd had ice there but couldn't go out with ice on his balls.
And I laughed when I saw him, creasing up and couldn't look him in the face, Payback's a bitch.
And the other payback was for when I went into hospital earlier that year. All the girls and I used to call John the Diet Coke Man.
He was big with a handlebar moustache and the thickest Scots accent ever. Like Sean Connery only better.
He was happily married for the 2nd time with a grown up family. And us girls would ring each other if he was around. Working down in the 3rd factory, miles away, and we were starved for eye candy. we were all tied up ourselves, married or engaged, but what girl doesn't like a bit of eye candy.
So I was going to hospital and he came up behind me, handed me a card and then bent me backwards in the biggest pash of all time, like something out of "Gone With The Wind".
I was gob smacked and the girls went insane all threatening to get a medical problem, right then and there, so they could have the same.
I was never so embarressed in my life and I knew he had done it deliberately, just to wind me up. But it was a pretty good kiss, so I forgave him.
And I gave him his ham and whisky and killed myself laughing as he toddled off, gingerly, watching every step his nappy sticking out the back.
"Shutup, Janette"
"OK"
God I'm cruel sometimes,,
Love Janette
