Wednesday, November 19, 2008

Shock,Horror!! Is that a post??

So in the last 3 months, this is whats happened:

1) I have moved house... and am about to again
2) I have moved office... twice

3) I am now a single mom

4) I have lost weight - lots of it :)

5) I have a new company -

6) 2 of my girls have changed schools

7) I have a dog - who may have a blind eye..

8) My pregnant cat was killed by a speeding car

9) I have learnt who my real friends are

10) I miss the friends I lost - so much

11) I have a new plan - and its exciting but scary :)

Just a few pics to update you all..

Shanah Bugs
Niamh in her school play at the front in the pink chinese suit, bowing to the Queen :)

Cheeky Tayla

Meg,Mike n me @ Megs Anniversary dinner

So much has happened, but i'm not going to post it online. My friends know the story and I'm not going to use my blog as a site for an E-WAR, so I'll leave it at that :)

Welcome Back..


me xxx

Monday, August 25, 2008

I can fart through my Belly Button!

Ok, not ME personally, before you all delete me as your Facebook friend…
On Friday, I had the pleasure of transporting 5 x 8 year olds to the Planetarium for a school outing.

You know what the general 8 year old stage is like – all teeth, feet and dorkiness? Well, try having 5 of those on the back seat for an hour and a half… I guarantee you will need a shot of something strong by the time you get home.

The trip there was relatively incident free, all of them insisted on singing a different song, at the same time, at the tops of their voices – but I was happy, it allowed me to go into ‘Driver Day Dream’ mode while they entertained themselves. We got cool parking ( cool people get cool parking, as my mom always says ) and off they trotted to watch Davey Dragon save the planets while Mommy and Debbie plonked themselves in the Trendy Che Bar in Long Street.

After 2 hours, and way too many cappuccino’s, we buzzed back to the Planetarium to pick up the sprogs, and this is where the fun begins…

‘Right Troops, put your lunches in the boot, and jump in the car’


All a millisecond apart… Ok, I am a fair, controlled mother – ha ha – whatever, my mind is frantically thinking – Which kid deserves to sit on the front seat??

‘Ok, Kid 1 – you sat in the front on the way here, so you’re out. Kid 2 – you are my kid and you should let your friends have a chance blah blah blah.’

This still leaves me with 3, sweaty, irritated, Cheese Curl covered sprogs to fight with.

‘Right, lets Paper, Rock, Scissors it then. You three, when I say go, CHING CHONG CHA!’

1,2,3 - GO!

All rock.

Ok, again!

All paper.

Ok, one last time – GO!

All scissors.

Not working..

By this time I’m Sweaty, irritated and also covered in Cheese Curls and just grab the biggest kid and stick him in the front – my practical mind telling me there will be more space for the others on the back seat.

Minute by minute the noise is getting louder and louder, and they are getting sillier and sillier… About halfway home, my child gets the giggles. Like, the real giggles.. She is sat on someone else’s lap and has just farted. The boy next to her is saying, Oh gross, you are so GROSS!! She laughs so much that by now she is farting uncontrollably, I am trying to be the ‘mom’ and reprimand her for not having any manners, but by now I’ve got the giggles too. After a couple of minutes of near hysteria, silence fills the car for about 30 seconds. Then a small, sweet, very ladylike voice pipes up from behind me: “Miss, that’s nothing – I can fart through my Belly Button” ……….. ‘Really Sweetheart? Wow, that’s amazing, what a clever party trick!’ ( I know you’re all going to try it now… )

The boy on the front seat is now SO glad I chose him to sit up front, and told me a loooong in-depth, detailed conversation about how he speaks 3 languages fluently because his dad is Turkish, his mom is Afrikaans, and his Granny is English.

Front Seat Boy: “ So, because I can speak 3 languages my dad is taking me overseas next week so show me off to my uncle in Turkey who rides a Harley Davidson, EXACTLY like the one in front of us now, but sometimes he drives a truck EXACTLY like the one on the left of us now, and then sometimes he…….BLECH”

Me: “ Erm, Sorreee - did you just puke in my car??????”

Front Seat Boy: (very garbled and muffled) “Yesh,sorry,I caught mosht of it in my tie sho don’t worry, I’ll jusht shpit the rest out the window – Bleeeccchpppuuuke”

Now I have 3-language-Front-Seat-Boys sick all down the side of my newly polished car.

That’s it. I have DONE my good mom deed for the year, so I put my foot flat and raced back to school at break neck speed.

Very Calm-In-Control-Non-Driving-Teacher: “ Oh Kerry, Thank You SOOO much for taking lifts today !”

Oh think nothing of it darlin, it was an absolute vriggin PLEASURE. But I think I will be very conveniently ILL for the trip to the Science Centre next term.

Keep Smiling,
Me xxx

Thursday, August 21, 2008

New Piccies

Quickly updating with just a few piccies of the girls, taken at rugby on Saturday - Thank You Derryn!

Will update you all on life soon soon - promise


me xxx

Saturday, August 9, 2008

Someone Else's Story

So, my friend Kerri just emailed me this woman's wax story.. it is SO funny. Sister Meg and I had a similar experience with cold wax on our eyebrows, and Taide tried to wax the cat while we were ripping our eyebrows off, it was sooo funny.. But read this story, it will make you chuckle, guaranteed.

My night began as any other normal weeknight. Come home, fix dinner,
play with the kids.

I then had the thought that would ring painfully in my mind for the next
few hours:

'Maybe should pull the waxing kit out of the medicine cabinet.'

So I headed to the site of my demise: the bathroom. It was one of those
'cold wax' kits.

No melting a clump of hot wax, you just rub the strips together in your
hand, they get warm and you peel them apart and press them to your leg
(or wherever else) and you pull the hair right off.

No muss, no fuss. How hard can it be?

I mean, I'm not a genius, but I am mechanically inclined enough to
figure this out. (YA THINK!?!)

So I pull one of the thin strips out. Its two strips facing each other
stuck together.

Instead of rubbing them together, my genius kicks in so I get out the
hair dryer and heat it to 1000 degrees. ('Cold wax,' yeah...right!) I
lay the strip across my thigh.

Hold the skin around it tight and pull. It works!

OK, so it wasn't the best feeling, but it wasn't too bad. I can do this!

Hair removal no longer eludes me!

I am She-rah, fighter of all wayward body hair and maker of smooth skin

With my next wax strip I move north.

After checking on the kids, I sneak back into the bathroom, for the
ultimate hair fighting championship.

I drop my panties and place one foot on the toilet.

Using the same procedure, I apply the wax strip across the right side of
my bikini line, covering the right half of my hoo-ha and stretching down
to the inside of my butt cheek (it was a long strip)

I inhale deeply and brace myself....RRRRRRIIIIPPP!!!!

I'm blind!!!

Blinded from pain!!!!....

OH MY GAWD!!!!!!!!!

Vision returning, I notice that I've only managed to pull off half the
strip. CRAP!

Another deep breath and RIPP! Everything is spinning and spotted.

I think I may pass out...must stay conscious...must stay conscious.

Do I hear crashing drums???

Breathe, breathe............

OK, back to normal.

I want to see my trophy - a wax-covered strip, the one that has caused
me so much pain, with my hairy pelt sticking to it.

I want to revel in the glory that is my triumph over body hair.

I hold up the strip!

There's no hair on it.

Where is the hair???


Slowly I ease my head down, foot still perched on the toilet.

I see the hair. The hair that should be on the's not!

I touch.

I am touching wax.

I run my fingers over the most sensitive part of my body, which is now
covered in cold wax and matted hair.

Then I make the next BIG mistake...remember my foot is still propped
upon the toilet?

I know I need to do something.

So I put my foot down.

Sealed shut!

My butt is sealed shut.

Sealed shut!

I penguin walk around the bathroom trying to figure out what to do and
think to myself .....................

'Please don't let me get the urge to poop. My head may pop off!'

What can I do to melt the wax?

Hot water!! Hot water melts wax!!

I'll run the hottest water I can stand into the bathtub, get in, immerse
the wax-covered bits and the wax should melt and I can gently wipe it
off, right???


I get in the tub -

The water is slightly hotter than that used to torture prisoners of war
or sterilize surgical equipment - I sit.

Now, the only thing worse than having your nether regions glued
together, is having them glued together and then glued to the bottom of
the scalding hot water.

Which, by the way, doesn't melt cold wax.

So, now I'm stuck to the bottom of the tub as though I had cemented
myself to the porcelain!! God bless the man who had convinced me a few
months ago to have a phone put in the bathroom!!!!!

I call my friend, thinking surely she has waxed before and has some
secret of how to get me undone.

It's a very good conversation starter 'So, my butt and hoo-ha are glued
together to the bottom of the tub!'

There is a slight pause. She doesn't know any secret tricks for removal
but she does try to hide her laughter from me.

She wants to know exactly where the wax is located, 'Are we talking
cheeks or hole or hoo-ha?'

She's laughing out loud by now...I can hear her.

I give her the rundown and she suggests I call the number on the side of
the box.

YEAH!!!!! Right!!

I should be the joke of someone else's night.

While we go through various solutions. I resort to trying to scrape the
wax off with a razor.

Nothing feels better than to have your girlie goodies covered in hot
wax, glued shut, stuck to the tub in super hot water and then
dry-shaving the sticky wax off!!

By now the brain is not working, dignity has taken a major hike and I'm
pretty sure I'm going to need Post-Traumatic Stress counseling for this

My friend is still talking with me when I finally see my saving
grace....the lotion they give you to remove the excess wax.

What do I really have to lose at this point?

I rub some on and OH MY STARS !!!

The scream probably woke the kids and scared the dickens out of my

It's sooo painful, but I really don't care.


It works !!! ' I get a hearty congratulation from my friend and she
hangs up.

I successfully remove the remainder of the wax and then notice to my
grief and despair...


So I recklessly shave it off. Heck, I'm numb by now. Nothing hurts.

I could have amputated my own leg at this point.

Next week I'm going to try hair color ~~~

How funny is that???

Keep Smiling
me xxx

Tuesday, August 5, 2008

My little niece

My niece Sian, had her Matric dance two weeks ago - she is SO grown up and I am starting to feel old.........! She looks stunning, so Sianie this post is dedicated to you my babe - you are one gorgeous girl, inside and out. Love you loads!!

Sian and the dude - i cant remember his name! sorry!

Sian and the dude again

I love this picture! She has a cute naughty face on - Ooh Sianie - scandalous!

And Sian and my fabulous sister Meg - I dont think i've ever put a pic of meg on here - so here you go!

Keep smiling,

me xxx

Friday, August 1, 2008

The Things we do for our kids...

Ok, forget the most boring job in the world post - thats just plain old boring.. what was i thinking?

The Things we do for our kids - even if you're not a parent, I'm sure you will find these amusing :)

Shanah - (who is now 3 by the way, can you believe my baby is 3 already??) got a new soccer ball. This child is amazing with this thing, she can spin it, toss it, catch it, and all those other sporty things. She gets SO irritated with me because Mommy is ... well....very crap at catching balls. ( no rude comments here please)

So, we get the new ball, and she decides we need to give the ball a party. A party for a ball my baby? " Yes MOMMEEE, Me want party for my ballie! " Ok, my love, calm down to a panic.. We all proceeded to sit round the table with the ball taking centre stage while Shanah sang it a song at the top of her lungs and cut up the 'cake' ( playdough cake ) By this stage Niamh and Tayla were beyond boredom and were kicking each other under the table, all the while whispering under their breath " stupid sister, stupid ball, stupid cake " and I was like the mother from the INCREDIBLES holding them apart with my Elasta-girl arms while Shanah served us all 'cake' After trying to convince her that no matter how hard she shuved the cake into the balls 'mouth' it was NOT going to swallow, the party was over. Well, we thought it was - Shanah then said we must all say 'Prawers' (prayers) and Niamh had to pray for the ball. Already dying of soccer ball party embarrassment, she muttered a prayer that went as follows:

Dear God, I cannot believe my mom is making me have a party for a ball, Please help her. Oh, and tell Tayla to get off my foot, Oh and one more thing God, please help the Muslims

Don't ask where the last part came in, I just dont know.

Another friend of mine had a Facebook status update that just said : Hetha... has just had a funeral for a goldfish.

Oh, I would have loved to have been present for THAT. Dear God, please look after this dead fish, he's been a good fish and has served me well... I'm sorry he was so bored swimming round and round the same goldfish bowl for a year, and I'm sorry mommy flushed him down the toilet, but please... spare a thought for him. Too cute :)

In honor of Shanah here are 2 piccies of her, one of the day she was born, and how she is now - cutie pie.
Keep Smiling,


me xxx

Tuesday, July 8, 2008

So, I'm back!

Hello!! I am back, after much persuasion from friends to 'get your arse in gear and update your blog!' - I am trying to be inspired and write a little something for you to read..
I could sit here and write about how hectic life has been, decisions that needed to be made, my house that is an absolute pig sty, etc etc etc, but I think all that boring, draining reading will make you all reach for your mouse and click the cross in the top right hand corner of your screen, so I'm going to stop right there! No excuses, I have been a crap blogger and a crap friend of late - and I am sorry - from the bottom of my beating heart :)

This post is just going to get me back into the swing of things, so I am just posting some photies of what I've been doing lately to update you all a little, and its easier on my brain to just caption the photies instead of writing a long in-depth story - lazy i know!
So, Here goes:
Finally, the photies of Kat's leaving party!

1) Kat - I know you are going to kill me for this pic - but seriously, it is all over facebook, so I dont think you will mind me putting it here...

This gorgeous green waistcoat was part of my leaving present to Kat, as most of you know, Kat & I were Mugg n Bean Pity Party Junkies, and it took a LOT of 'removing from the refugee camp' skills (Thanks Pete Feet... ) for me to get this limited edition, gorgeous, green Mugg n Bean, knitted waistcoast to Kat. I can't tell you the whole story because Pete and I may get arrested, so lets just leave it at that. Kat, I KNOW you are wearing this every day..

2) Ok, this is us looking a little more normal...
3) Me & Medha - one of the i-to-i volunteers, isnt she beautiful? Miss you my friend.. She chopped that skirt up all by herself - I'm desperately looking for a mini denim skirt, I should have just nicked yours ;)

4) Ok, this is explainable - they serve these awesome 'Bucket Cocktails' at Octopus Garden which are absolutley delicious, although lethal.. I really was just posing for the camera - I dont know about you two though! ;)

5) Emma & Craig - our 'Welshies'. This was somewhere else, but you guys deserve a piccie on my blog because we love you lots:

Ok, moving on:
Girls night at Bohemian Yard - this was a lot of fun. Bohemian Y is a new restaurant opened in Fish-Hoek with live 'diva' entertainment, and very... erm .. Bohemain Decor! Its very girly and was so much fun..
1) Me & Lou:
2) Hazel - centre of attention :) check pams face on the right hand side - ha ha

3) Me, Megs and Shel, sipping up the strawberry daquiri's - crap, my stomach roll is not actually that fat!! I hope. Bad lighting clearly. Wow, thats really bad. Going home now to eat NOTHING but air and mung beans.

Louise's braai!
1) The gals:
2) - crap i have a number 2 but the picture uploader wont connect now!

Clearly a sign that I have shown you enough and I need to go get some food. - well, some mung beans.

I will write on Monday - PROMISE - I already have the topic: The world's worst jobs - whats your idea of the absolute worst job in the world?

Keep Smiling,
me xxx

Friday, July 4, 2008

Nikki Noo's Art

I know I've been a bad blogger of late... Life is wearing me down at the moment and I don't have a second to fart never mind blog.. I am getting organized though and will get back to normal asap - promise :)

I just found these awesome pics of my friend Nicole's art - she sketched / painted ( sorry friend, im so crap ) all of these herself - you are so talented my friend...

This one is clearly inspired by me:

oh, and this one :

and this one is my absolute favourite - I'm going to buy it. Its called 'Marriage: 6am' i think? I love it - Nic, I want this one.

1940's sex in the city girls :)

Ok, I'm off to bed, need to ssslllleeeeeppp,

Keep Smiling,


me xxx

Tuesday, July 1, 2008

The craziest things happen to me..

So, I dropped off dear Nathalie at the airport this morning, and even though its a fantastically warm, sunny day, I was craving a hot chocolate. I pulled in to the Wild Bean Cafe by the airport (thanks to fabulous friend Lana for introducing me to the BEST hot chocolate in the world - and Yes, its from a petrol station) and strutted across the car park with my piping hot, hot chocolate in hand. Whilst basking in the sunshine, mid-strut - some MORON walks STRAIGHT into me and chucks the whole mug of BOILING hot, hot choc down my chest... and laughs and walks off. The forecourt is FULL of people and everyone is just staring at me in disbelief. By now my boobies are really stinging and i'm not sure whether to laugh or cry. I just jumped in my car, stripped off my top and drove all the way home in my bra, crying from the pain, cursing the seat belt for being strategically placed across my right boob.

What a first-class utter Moron. And it still hurts 3 hours later, for the record.

We went on our girls night on Friday night and had so much fun, will post pics when I get some from my camera friends.

Off to fetch Shane at the beach, tough life isn't it?

Keep Smiling and sending sympathy for my sore boobies,
me xxx

Wednesday, June 25, 2008

My Girls...

My girls looked at my blog yesterday, and Niamh was really peeved there are more pics of Tayla on here, than of her. Silly mommy. So my love, here is a picture just of you, my precious babe:

Ok, and one of Shanah, I just couldn’t resist – too cute, she is such a tea party girl. Niamh has given the ok for this photo - as long as Tayla is not in it. Sisterly Love!

Photo credit to Mandy Moo ;) Thanks my friend.

Kitty, your new car is awesome! I cant wait to go for a spin in it. All check out Kitty Kats new car on :



Tuesday, June 24, 2008

Wiggle till you Giggle

So, I have so much to say, but I have a bad case of 'Writers block' for various reasons. Number 1, I dont know how to spit it all out in one go, Number 2, I don't really want to say anything at all, and Number 3, its probably going to sound really boring: " I went to the shop. I bought milk. I paid the lady. I carried the milk to the car. I went home. I made tea. I poured the milk into the tea. I put the milk in the fridge. I sat down on the couch." Jeepers, its so boring I've almost fallen asleep just typing it. So, until I am 'unblocked' (which I'm hoping is going to happen next Friday)


Wiggle Till You Giggle!!!

me xxx

Friday, June 20, 2008

If Music be the food of love.. play on

So, as most of you know, I absolutely love love love music. All kinds of music, and at the moment (thanks to my kitchen draw spring clean) I am ‘into’ 90’s music. Yes people, 90’s music. Move over you big haired, skinny jean wearing, punk, electric keyboard junkies…. The 90’s is the new 80’s in our house.

I found a very scratched 90’s cd in my bottom kitchen draw, gave it a puff of breath and a wipe on my food stained shirt and prayed the Cd player would read it. Aha! My luck was in. The first song that belted out across the kitchen was……… Black Velvet. One of my favourite favourite songs. When I grow up I am going to sing it full blast into a microphone on the stage at the Royal Albert Hall. And yes I will be famous. Ok, famous for being the crappest Black Velvet singer EVER, but still, very famous. I have practiced it loads of times into my hairbrush, and I’m not half bad. Ok, my girls think I’m absolutely crazy most of the time, but tonight they gave up and joined me singing it at the tops of our voices while we made pasta. Well, I made pasta and the girls flicked it all over the kitchen trying to eat it and dance and sing, all at the same time.

The next song on my very scratched CD was …… MmmBop! By the Hansen Brothers. They were only ever famous for like one song, and they were about 12 when they recorded the CD. But hats off to them, they made one kick ass song, and I love it. Yes, Yes I’m weird, but I GUARANTEE you this: if you are feeling Crap, turn this song up full blast and sing all the words at the top of your lungs. Ok, most of the words are just MmmBop, Bop, Bop, Doo, Bop ,Doo Bop, Bop, Bop Doo…..
Stupid words, but very catchy, and oh so very cool.

Track 15 was my favourite song in Middle School – Lemon Tree. Oh my word. No wonder I never had any friends in Middle School. I sang this song all the time to everyone I saw, thinking I was highly funky and hip. No Kerry, you were not. The words are completely whacked and clearly written by addicts, high on coke, heroin, ganja and whatever else was being passed around at the time. Its so weird. And the weirdest thing? I still know every single word. I know.

Music is by far the best emotion stimulant in a chick. When you’re feeling sorry for yourself, you blast some soppy number like “Roxette – It must have been love” grab your fluffy pillow and cry into it until you can’t breathe, your nose is bright red, there’s snot running down your face and your eyes look like you’ve just had a round with Mike Tyson. And all because of Roxette. Then you get over yourself after playing the song on repeat for 3 hours, grab your sister, best friend or even a roaming child and switch over to ‘I will survive’ bouncing around on your bed (hopefully with your hairbrush like me) feeling confident, inspired, womens libbish and run out and change all your ‘stupid locks’…

Oh but now… THEE best music by far has to be the music they play while you are SHOPPING. Now, I absolutely hate shopping. I know, I’m not a real girl – don’t get me wrong, I love to have the stuff, but I cant be bothered to shlep around, walk from shop to shop, try this on, look fat in that, swipe the card, sign the slip, lug the heavy bags around, oh no – its so, well, so……… boring. But I have strayed from the point here. Ok, back to music.

For example: on a Thursday at our local supermarket it is pensioners day. So the background music is… erm, well, very …. War-like. You know the stuff I’m talking about, slow, soothing, 1940’s red lipstick wearing housewife stuff. They throw a bit of Pavarotti in here and there for effect, but the problem is that it makes these people walk even slower than they already are walking. Now, I love old people to bits ( Hazel, that’s for you, before you shoot me down for not liking them ) I think they are very wise, they have excellent stories, and if you sit and have tea with a granny, you will feel warm and fuzzy guaranteed, BUT it was proved to me one day that the music does affect their speed.

Ok, you know when you hear that slow music, you push your trolley around gracefully, slowly, and you glide like a ballet dancer from aisle to aisle, beaming at everyone along the way? Well, one Thursday morning halfway through ‘Mozart Symphony No7’, the Pick n Pay DJ clearly felt like a laugh and changed the music for just one song to: ‘The Scissor Sisters: I Don’t feel like Dancin’… WELL, the grannies and grandpa’s changed in 3 seconds from snails to energizer bunnies on speed, and buzzed around the fruit and veg section, all the while walking really quickly (practically running) to the paced up beat. One couple even did a Scissor Sisters twirl and the grandpa threw the granny up in the air and she shot through his legs like something off a Michael Flatley Lord of the Dance show. ( ok, I threw that in for effect, but I imagine that would be really funny)

Last week I was looking for new sunglasses on one of those twirly stand things, and ‘Greased Lightning’ suddenly blared from the speakers. Well that was me off, I whipped the twirly whirly stand thing around 16 times at top speed, grabbed a huge pair of black shades and transformed into Sandi, wiggling and jiggling down all of the aisles. I just wish I was as thin, but I do have the big hair, so halfway there.

I must just end by saying though, that I personally think its healthy to have a varied taste in music. For example I transferred a guy to the other side of town the other night (ok, he was very drunk and I had to keep stopping for him to be sick – disgusting) and ALL he spoke about was ‘Electro’ music. In his Souf-London Accent, he told me EVRYFINK about Electro music there is to know. “ I mean I love Electro”, he says, “ I’ve got an Electro t-shirt, an Electro mug, an Electro bag, Electro friends, Electro party people………”
Me (smirking sweetly and being sarcastic) : “ Wow, that’s fantastic! And if you don’t stop talking and throwing up in exactly 5 seconds….. I’m going to Electro you RIGHT out of my here car, so please…. Shut up?” Unhealthy obsession I tell you, innit?

Oh before I go, I must tell you about my failed dinner – I decided to cook steak while the kids were away ( because its cheap for 2 to eat steak - bad mother, I know ) anyway, I just got my pj’s on, poured myself a glass of wine, put my music on, and started cooking dinner. I was just getting into the swing of things, steak in the oven, rice rinsing and roasted veggies in the tray waiting to go into the oven. Oh the domestic goddess that I am..

‘Brrrriiinnggg, Brrriiingg’ – my phone rang – Hey Kerry! Could you take someone to Cape-Town for me, right now?? Smiling Sweetly I obliged, whilst wishing I had the balls to stand up to people, and chucked my dinner back in the fridge. I turned around to grab the roasting veggie thing, and the cat lifted her back leg and p**sed in all the vegetables… Well, everything went into the bin, vegetables, dish and cat, and I grabbed my keys, flicked my hair over my shoulder and walked out. The joys of working for oneself, and having to put up with incontinent cats.

Ok, my eyes are burning from writing this, I must go get some kip.

Keep Smiling my special blog-readers,
Oh, and tell me something…………………………..

R u Bored?

Me xxx

Monday, June 16, 2008

My New Look

Kitty, you are right - I need to stop moping around and move on with life ;) Last week I actually choked on a chocolate biscuit while weeping over a British Airways Tv Ad. Truly pathetic, I know.

So, I got me a new blog look! Pink has never really been my thang - but I thought I would try it out for size. I'm more of a dizzy,dotty, black, all over the place person so here we go!

This last week has been hectic - Shane came back from his Garden Route trip and we have literally worked 15 hour days since Tuesday - which is great because its bucks, but we were turning into sleep deprived zombies..........until Friday. I shipped the kiddie-winkles off to granny for the weekend, mainly because we have so much work on this weekend, so i'm helping out, but also so we could actually get 3 full nights sleep ;) Last night I slept for 12 hours straight - seriously, I have not done that in 8 years, 1 month, 3 weeks and 1 day. ( thats how old niamh is today - ha ha )

The sixties party for the school was a roaring success, and the parents partied on until 1am. Muggins here was stuck behind the bar all night, but I still managed to enjoy myself - and I won a prize! ok, so it was just a travel coffee mug, but i've always wanted one of those, so I was pretty chuffed.

Last week, Mom shipped me and Meg up to Blue route to watch the Sex in/and the City Movie - it was brilliant! I dont even watch Sex in /and the City - but it was so funny.. We walked out of there feeling like 3 tramps, and immediately rushed home to put on our Prada Bags, pearls and stiletto's ;) Oh, but not before walking through the hyper store to check out all the cool fridges. I know, we are SO sad. Meg and I were practically orgasmic over the double door, mirrored fridge with the kiddy lock, water dispenser and auto ice machine with a Crush or Cube? option. My mom was so embarrased at us 'Ooohing and Aaahhing' over the fridge she actually walked away from us, but its like the sexiest fridge in the entire world, and one day I'm going to own one.

Back to the movie, it was pretty inspiring actually - it pushed me in the direction of signing up for a Creative Writing course!! - yay! So I start next month, for a one year course. I'm so excited. Move over Carrie Bradshaw... :-)

Ok, I'm going home now to finish sorting out my office - i'm halfway through the crappy task, but I'm nearly there.

Keep Smiling & Commenting :)
me xxx

Thursday, June 5, 2008

Pretty Kitty

Soooo... My precious Kitty Kat has gone back to the UK! I am missing you already my friend! You even made me CRY - dammit!! Don't forget to buy the newspaper tomorrow to find a job, save money and fly me over there next year - but it must be before October ;) Thanks friend.

I HATE goodbyes - I could have gone totally hysterical in the airport and we agreed we wouldnt say goodbye and just a punch on the arm and a 'Bye my Buddy' would suffice.. But i couldnt resist grabbing her and giving her a big cheek smooch. She gave me the most DIVINE card, which by the way Kat, I'm SO glad I didnt read it in front of you because you would have had me bawling and I would have attached myself to your ankle and then you would have had to board the plane with me hanging on your leg screaming the words to the song : PLLEEAASSEE DONT GO.. ha ha - that song was on SADDO fm last night - so funny.

The poem on the front of the card says this:

Don't walk in front of me, I may not follow
Don't walk behind me, I may not lead;
Walk beside me and just be my friend
- Albert Camus

Sweet hey? The words inside the card made me chunk more, but I'm not sharing them on a public blog ;) Ok, here's just one paragraph:

' Never forget the person you are and never let anyone crush your dreams. Always follow your heart, it will lead you to places your mind will never let you go. ' - I KNOW! I was blubbing like a goldfish by the time I got to this part. - Love you my friend.

My girls are in another dancing competition this afternoon for the Cape Dance Festival so I'm really nervous. I'm armed with a mall list of : Freeze Hair Gel, Hair Nets, Red Lipstick and food for the car!

Will post piccies soon.

Keep Smiling, Keep Shining!
me xxx

Tuesday, June 3, 2008

Hectically Hectic

I'm busy busy this week: Kat's leaving party is tonight, I have to drop her at the airport tomorrow night which I'm dreading! Then we have the schools annual dinner dance on Saturday night, so I'm running around looking for prizes and of course - something to wear!

Just 3 quick piccies of Tayla & her buddy Georga doing their Eisteddford last week - so sweet hey!

Keep smiling,

me xxx

Thursday, May 29, 2008


Yesterday I went down to Soetwater to volunteer with helping at the Refugee Camp based there. There are approx 3000 people down there, the result of the recent Xenophobia attacks on Cape-Town / SA. The only 2 words I can use to describe what you see there is 'heartbreaking' and 'degrading'.

Kat & I went with some of the I-to-I volunteers, who have been there most of the week, and we were thrown in the deep end! 600 peanut butter sandwiches needed to be made for breakfast, so we got literally 'stuck' in. There were only a few knives, so I buttered about 50 sandwiches with a teaspoon. Kat has a FEAR of peanut butter, so she buttered all of her sarmies with her top pulled up over her face - ha ha - good for you friend. When the men started queuing up to receive their brekkie of Peanut Butter & Jam Sandwiches and fruit, my heart just broke. Its overwhelming at first, and I had to turn away from the queue. Many of these men are well-educated, and have good jobs here. It is so degrading that they are sitting in freezing cold, wet conditions, in tents that the men are battling to keep up, with all of their belongings surrounding them. The atmosphere was pretty calm for breakfast though, and we only had chaos when we handed out the clothing donations, but I will get to that in a minute.

Next, I was in the baby clinic - yay! just where i wanted to be. I helped a couple of moms bath their babies, and even got to cuddle newborn Daniel who was born there on Saturday night. A couple of us got stuck in, sorting out the mounds of clothes / nappies / formula etc that has been so kindly donated by the community. Once everything was sorted into huge boxes, I was called over to the main tent to assist with the clothing distribution.. And this is where the mayhem began!

The camps are set up into 2 seperate camps - DRC/Zimbabwean/Rwandan etc in the camp I was in, and then a seperate camp further down the beach for the Somalians. The Somalians have requested their own camp for religious reasons / Halaal food etc. BUT they desperately require clothing. We had a queue which looked about 10 miles long outside the tent, men / women / children all desperate for something warm to wear. I had 5 seperate men ask me for my corduroy trousers I was wearing - i know.. The police controlled the crowd and they let in 3 women, 3 children & 3 men at a time. The clothing was sorted as best as the volunteers could manage, but we were desperately short of childrens shoes, hats, socks, tracksuits and jackets. Eventually we had to send some of the children away with just shorts and t-shirts, and told their moms to layer them to keep them warm.

The atmosphere in the tent was pretty hostile, as the Somalian women are pretty fashion conscious and were throwing clothes back at us, because they didnt like it, or because they wanted better quality. Sad, but true. Others were so desperate they were grabbing 10 items and we had to ask the police to remove these people as they were not giving the hundreds queueing outside, a fair chance. My heart was breaking asking the cops to remove women who I knew were desperate, but were also not giving the others a chance to receive clothes.

When I left this tent I was stopped by a man outside, probably in his early 30's. He had a grey blanket wrapped around his head and was begging me to go back into the tent and get him a jacket. He said he was sick and he could not wait in the long queue. I couldn't go back inside but I took him to the medical tent. He was very weak, and when the doctor examined him she found that he had not eaten anything for 2 weeks. She discovered a growth in his neck and went off to find him some baby porridge and jars of baby food to get him to eat something soft.

My next stop was the women & childrens tent. I stopped off with newborn Daniels mum, who was only too happy to give Daniel to me to hold. She seemed in shock, and did not say much, I'm not sure if there is a language barrier, or whether she is feeling weak from the birth. I expect she is absolutely exhausted and needs a good long sleep to recover as best she can. I went round the tent and played with some of the kids, coloured in with them, and a little girl coloured in a picture especially for me to take home. Again I had to choke back the tears as I felt bad that I had a home to go to, and this little girl was sleeping amongst hundreds in the cold, but still she wanted me to take something away with me.

As I was leaving the tent I got stopped by a man from the DRC, who just wanted someone to listen. He is a delivery manager for a well known company in Cape-Town. Up until Friday he still had his job and home in Philippi. On Friday morning, word got around the townships that he was still working, and by the time he got to his fourth delivery, there were men waiting for him. He had to hide in the back of the truck and when he got home that evening, the church was busy helping his wife pack up all of their belongings into a truck to be transported to Soetwater. This man fled the Congo with his wife, and cannot return home as he has Refugee Status and the law is such that if he returns home, he will be jailed. He says they are not interested in what the SA government has to say, and they are requesting assistance from the UN. He had an amazing spirit and still remained positive. He had his 8 week old baby girl on his knee and he still managed to make her laugh, despite the chaos around him.

A few of us are in the process of setting up a small, makeshift 'school' for the kids there - as many of their mothers have gone to work and they desperately need entertaining. I have camped an email round to anyone, so if any of you would like the list of what the kids need, please just email me. The community has been fantastic though and lots of food and clothing has been donated.

Okey dokey, I have to go to work,
Keep Smiling!!
me xxx

Monday, May 26, 2008


We got a merit at Eisteddford! the girls all did so well, but the adjudicator was lank strict..... our girls all deserved honours at least :)

will write more tomorrow - just popping in quickly before i go off to mugg n bean for a pity party ;)


Sunday, May 25, 2008


Tomorrow my baby Tayla is doing Eisteddford - which means she is dancing in front of a hall full of people, on stage – alone! She did it last year and received honours, (81%) she did so well. I think I am more nervous than her!

So, I’ve been thinking, we all have our own little quirks – come on, I know none of you really want to admit to them but I am taking the plunge, by sharing my list with you. Not superstitions, just little everyday things that you just can’t change:

1) I always have to walk up the stairs right foot first, never the left
2) Chip / Crisp packets should NEVER be opened upside down
3) Anything with numbers involved MUST land on an EVEN number. EG: the volume on TV/radio, amount of smarties I put in my mouth, amount of potatoes to be mushed up for dinner – you get the picture. Crap this means I need to produce one more child …. Absolutely no ways, sorry, I make an exception to the rule. I love the little sprogs, but one more and I really would be sent off to the nut house.
4) Due to my photographic memory – I memorize car number / license plates. Weird I know. I never look at the person driving, I always recognize you by your number plate – challenge me, come on, I know all of my close friends ones off by heart.
5) In the shower I have a strict routine – something I don’t usually have otherwise: WASH HAIR – WASH BODY – SHAVE – RINSE – WRAP HAIR UP IN TOWEL - DRY FACE AND ARMS FIRST – THEN THE REST. I never waiver from it – ever.
6) Toilet matters should be done at home and nowhere else – if we go away for the weekend – I hold it in until Sunday night. If im in the mall, I drive home and then go back to the mall. Personal, but true
7) I drive from one side of the mall to the other – I know I know I know….
8) If I am spelling out a word in my head, I flex each letter out in my leg calf muscles. I’m not explaining this very well – I would have to show you. Then again, no I wouldn’t, its too embarrassing.
9) Clothes can never be folded inside out
10) I have a strong sense of smell, and smell lots of things before I eat them/use them. I think this is due to the fact that my sister and I were always convinced my mother was trying to poison us with her cooking when we were growing up. But oh, what I would give for mums home-cooked dinner right now…. J
11) If I hear a song I love, I memorize all the words within a few minutes and insist on belting out my new fave song to everyone I see. – and they simply have to love it too, otherwise there is clearly something mentally wrong with them.
12) I hate routine – washing on a Monday, shopping on a Tuesday, dye your hair on Wednesday… etc etc. it works for some, but not for me. I do have general routine with the kids but my life is pretty spontaneous, and I love that.
13) Whenever im with Hazel, I have to blink my right eye 32 times in one sentence. Just kidding – its just because you insist on blowing your smoke in my eyes friend.
14) I once read that ‘Whenever you leave a room, you should always do one thing before you leave to make that room more beautiful’ something simple, like pick up the book kicking around under the coffee table, that’s been crumpled and stood on by every kid that’s passed it. Smell the roses you have had on the table for a week still in the cellophane. Chuck away the crusty macdonalds burger that has superglued itself to your duvet. You know, simple stuff ;) so I always do it, and hop from room to room like the dam energizer bunny.
15) Always always wipe the bubbles off the sink after you have washed the dishes….
16) Always greet people with a smile, even if you don’t like them. Sometimes a smile is the only thing they need.
17) Talking of smiling, I smile and laugh way too much and often appropriately. Like when someone falls over, or when im trying to argue with someone ( I HATE that) or telling someone some bad news – why oh why do I always smile??!!

Now I’ve ended on number 17, but its ok, because I make an exception if the date means something to me, and I was born on the seventeenth. So for example the following odd numbers are fine to end up on: 23/25/17/29 etc etc etc

Gotta go grab a smoothie – yummy………..

Keep Smiling ;)

Me xxx

Friday, May 23, 2008

Busy Lizzy

I'm really busy this week with organizing this conference and Garden Route trip..... My life has been taken over by emails, phone calls & the words : Taxi, Shuttle, Delegates, Transfer & Airport have taken over my entire vocabulary...
I HAVE been keeping up my beach walks though - now my mom & sister are unemployed again, I have walking partners ;)
I wanted to tell you my story about my friend Marita, but I need a photo to prove it, and I can't download it off my phone - friend, if you are reading this - email me your photo!!
This afternoon is busy busy with the kids afternoon - one is going to craft lesson, one to horse riding and Shanah bugs is just hanging with mom today, busy busy, and I am just seeing $$$$$ signs..

Tomorrow morning I'm going to watch Logan play in a rugby match at Sun Valley Primary - I'm so excited, he is such a cutie - here's a piccie of him how I remember him:
(i couldnt find one of him smaller - and yes Mands, i stole this from facebook ... :))

and this is him now! too cute - Love u lots Shmoges.

while i'm in a photo mood - this is my precious 10 month old nephew Jack, who I have never met!! I need to start making me some cash.... Love u lots precious boy ;)

Have a fantastic weekend !!

Keep Smiling

me xxx

Wednesday, May 21, 2008

Photo Shoot

Kat kindly did a fabulous, very impromptu mini photo shoot for us at dinner the other night.
Here are some of her piccies - please take a look at her work on her blog :
I'm encouraging her to persue it - can you tell??
this first pic was finally taken after much hysteria - it was REALLY hard to balance. i had to squat over louise (sorry for breaking your back friend) and Hazel had to sit on my back. It was so funny, the guys couldn't believe we just suddenly decided to sprawl out on the kitchen floor to take photo's, and insisted on tickling us which was not helping the balance thing. The kids were also trying to get in on the photo, so I'm really surprised we managed to get a pic without a kid foot in it.
this second photie literally was taken sprawled out on the kitchen floor - ha ha - posh spice lips of course.

me and the fabulous photographer ;) im going to keep this pic because one day when you're rich and famous I could sell this photo for lots of bucks. so thanks.
I'm busy reading a book called " My life in my hands " by Alison Lapper. Most of you know her, because she is dead famous because she was born severely disabled and literally has no arms, but she became famous for something - i haven't got to that part yet, there is even a statue of her somewhere. oh i remember now, she is famous as an artist, and even received an award from the queen. I thought the title of the book was a bit insensitive, but maybe its meant to be that way? I'm not sure. lemme find a link :
anyway this woman is a serious inspiration, she had a hellish childhood, but still managed to lead a fantastic life because of her attitude. I'll let you know more once I've read on a bit.
Hazel, I know what you're thinking.... for the record - I fully support Autism Awareness too.
Keep Smiling!
me xxx

Friday, May 16, 2008

I am old!

So, tomorrow I am going to be a quarter of a century – yes people, 25. as in halfway to 50. that is so depressing!! I still feel about 11 ;)

As this post is all about me, all about me, I decided to dig up some old photies of me me & me. They’re scanned in so the quality isn’t that great.

This is me as baby – how cute am I?

I’m about 3 here – Shanah’s age. Shanah is like my twin! Check out the next photo.

This is Shanah – age 3! Scary hey?

Oh my goodness gracious – I cannot believe my mother did this to me. I’m like 12 here!! We were touring England for a month in a mobile home, and we stopped at this place called Sanford Park for the weekend. It may have actually been in Wales. Yes Emma & Craig – WAALEES!! We had to fancy dress for some competition for the Kids Club, so my mom dressed up Me, Meg & Sian as kittens. Ok, Meg and Sian were like 9 and 4 so that’s ok, but 12?? I thought I was dead hot, and we won of course. I reckon my mom just did it for a laugh – I’ll get you back mother.

Here I am, 16 and pregnant, it must have been my sexy cat outfit that did it and – yes those are braces on my teeth… Another thing I will just never live down.

And here’s me now - halfway to 50! I don’t know whats worse, this outfit or the kitten – ha ha!! Thats me on the right by the way..

Now you’re all probably hosing yourself laughing – have a wonderful weekend.. ;)


Keep Smiling,
Me xxx

Thursday, May 15, 2008


Just letting my blog know I havent forgotten about it..

I'm snowed under with organizing 2 conferences on this month and shane is going away now for 10 days up the garden route so things are hectic!

will write tomorrow - pwomise!!

I love you blog!

me xxx

Wednesday, May 14, 2008

I love it....

So, most of you know that one of my all-time favourite movies is : 13 going on 30. I know, its weird. Its no-where near a classic hit, like Dirty Dancing for example, but the stupid thing makes me cry every time I watch it and I do not cry easily, ever. I love it because it makes you think about the little things in life you should appreciate and not take for granted because life is so short and before you know it, the things you should have appreciated are whisked away from you and you can never get those moments back.

On the way to school I was trying to self-inspire myself as I’m feeling really tired and blech today. So I thought about the things that I should be grateful for and the advantages of living in this close-knit (sometimes in-bred) little valley. Ok Ok, before you all shoot me down in flames, we all know it has many dis-advantages, BUT I am focusing on being positive (Put it out there - Read ‘The Secret’)

So here are just 7 of the little things on my list that are just SO cool:
( There are 7 because, 7 is my all-time favourite number )

All of the paragraphs below start with the words “I love it …….”

1) that the newspaper man at the traffic lights is the same newspaper man that has been there since I was five years old. He knows you by name, always asks you how your family is, runs over to your car to give you your newspaper first, is always smiley and friendly even though he’s been in the freezing sorry-ass cold air since 5am, AND he never ever looks any older, Mark - you rock.

2) That the girl who was ripped off for years at school for being in the Special Needs class, has a job and looks so happy, and the people at school that teased her, are still walking around like tik addicts, and even now they try and bum 20 bucks off you if they see you in the mall. You guys suck, Edith – you rock.

3) That the headmaster at Niamh’s school – was my headmaster…. Ok, so I’m not that old, but it still rocks. He calls you by name, his door is always open, he loves the kids as if they were his own, and I still feel like I should walk ‘single file on the left hand side of the corridor’ purely out of respect – ha ha. Mr Don – you rock.

4) when you unexpectedly bump into a good friend after such a long time, and you can still catch up and waffle away like you saw them only yesterday, AND that friend is not offended that you didn’t make an effort sooner.

5) That the people in the shops in town have known you since forever, and they seriously don’t mind if you buy something and then have to leave your kid as a deposit while you run to the ATM to draw some money…

6) That the beach never changes. I watched a home video of myself yesterday - I was 9 months old and in my pram on Fish-Hoek beach. The grass area was the same, the catwalk was the same, even the sounds were the same, and that rocks. The only bit that was different was that my mom was lying there in a sexy red bikini smothered in suntan oil totally ignoring me whilst catching up on her tan, and now that I’m a mom, I don’t do that. Number 1 because I would never be caught dead in a bikini and Number 2 because my kids are SO hyper. I’m usually saving one from being carried out by the tide, the other one from being sucked up by sinking sand and the little one from being attacked by a giant jellyfish (EVERYTHING on the beach to Shanah is a fish, whether it’s a Shell, A Bee, An Ice Cream or a Bucket & Spade, Shanah says they are all: FISH!!!! And don’t even try and argue with her, I tried that, and it doesn’t work.)

7) That I’ve had over 700 hits in 4 weeks on my blog ;) - you guys rock.

Hell, I think I should send my list to Oprah for her gratitude journal, I may just win a Nobel Peace Prize or something, you just Never know.

Keep Smiling my faithful blog-readers,
Me xxx

Tuesday, May 13, 2008

You sound just like a stapler..

That is officially the weirdest thing any-one has ever said to me, like ever. Thanks Shane.

So, I'm back at the internet cafe thanks to Hellkom messing with my line at home. I actually get loads more work done here because I'm not thinking about making the beds, drinking tea, putting the washing on blah blah blah.

I have nothing to write about today as my mind is buzzing with all of the things to do on my TO DO list, so I'm just checking in:

MANDY - please email me friend, i'm worried about you, I havent heard from you in ages.
LAURA - I'm so jealous you went to Cuba - you are so cool.
KAT - So glad you have the week off work - plenty of pity parties for us in the Bugg n Mean this week
HAZEL - stop wasting time reading my blog and go write your own...
KATE - i miss you!! I'm sorry I missed your Skype calls - all my technologicogical things are playing up this week
CHRIS - big bruva - send me some money - fanks
JULIE - love you lots friend, one day when i visit fiji, i promise to visit you
CLAUD - i am SO getting to your email today... pwomise
TOM - hope you're whistling while you work..

ok, you were all on my to do list, so I can cross you all off now I've checked up on you.

Tayla says to me on Sunday - ITS SOOO UNFAAIRR!! Why is it Happy Mommies Day? I want it to be KID Day. - too cute

Ok I'm going before this guys greasy hair makes me cotch.

me xxx

Sunday, May 11, 2008


Ok, so that says 'Stormers'. Yes, we braved it and went to watch the Stormers in the Storm. I have NEVER been so drenched in my life, it gave the phrase 'bucketing down' a whole new meaning.

We arrived at the stadium 2 hours early for some Non-Existent Pre Game which Shane insisted we get there early to watch. The parking was manic so Shane dropped us off in Dean Street, which meant we had to run to the stadium in the chucking rain. Well, it was absolutely classic.. Hazel had just had her hair done, so she hogged my whole umbrella to save her hair. Halfway there I decide that I cannot go another step as I'm dying of starvation so we stop to get a boerewors roll. What a mistake - it was only dry for about 3 seconds so I had to eat it mushy and wet - yuk, then the stupid thing insisted on repeating on me for like 3 hours so Hazel wouldnt speak to me because I kept burping up boerewors.
Anyways, we are almost at the gate and I turn around to look for Hazel in the crazy sea of very wet people, and she is standing there in the rain with dripping wet hair and her umbrella blown inside out... No sooner has she fought with the umbrella to get it down, a guy walks past her and whacks her over the head with an umbrella.. ha ha, oh by this stage I was nearing hysteria. We start looking for her hubby, and find him with some hot girls hand in his shorts pocket - "looking for money" to pay for the magazine she has just sold him with her flirty eyes, as he cant possibly get the money out himself as he is carrying too much stuff. What were you carrying Dale? Oh yes, your magazine. Which by the way is still in the boot of my car.
Thank goodness we were undercover, and the game was pretty exciting, although Hazel and I think that these rugby players drink far too much tea while they are playing, and dont pass the ball around enough.
We ran back to the car after the game and went off to Cattle Baron - soaking wet. I had a Chateaubriand steak ( Steak on fire ) which was absolutely delicious, and so worth the calories.
Ok, I gotta go to work, but will try write more later on.
Keep smiling
me xxx

Friday, May 9, 2008

oh yay! a comment!

i dont know what it is about my blog, but only international people can comment on it, oh and me? so weird.

so, im going to quickly tell you about me and my friend Kat. Me & Kat (or is it Kat & I?) are the same age, and can be so alike - as in we have a similar sense of humour, big hearts, and we are both really messy. But yet we are SO different - as in I have 3 children, oh no, sorry 4 children, and a married set of friends, responsibility and I'm constantly covered in snot or sick. Kat is single, has single friends, no kids - yet, ok - she is very responsible, and she is super organized.

So, we hold regular 'pity party's' in the Mugg n Bean, which constists of us drinking far too many latte's and cafe moccha's, Kat smokes like 2 boxes of cigarettes, and sometimes we even try and work during these pity parties and bash around on our laptops in there - even though it costs like 200 bucks for 4 hours. oh no, actually my internet is always free in there, but Kat's isn't. So weird.

ANYWAYs - last night i am lying on the couch feeling sorry for myself (dramatic me) and my phone buzzes - Its Kat! Phone me - need to talk. So I send her a please call me coz i'm too broke to phone her back, and she says: Get in your car, (ok, with what petrol exactly?) no no, I will put petrol in, come to my house, lets eat pizza, drink tea and take your car for a spin. Cool! No questions asked, I jump out of my pj's (its like 9:30pm by now) jump into my car and chug up to Kat's house. We did exactly that, ate pizza, ate soup ( well, i did all the eating, Kat just watched ) drank tea & listened to 80's music - shock horror, me ?

ok, i'm going to stop here for a moment. I must have listened to 40 x 80's songs last night - i knew .... 2 of them. Kat is the same age as me but has come to the conclusion that clearly I was in a bubble for the best part of the 80's because I don't remember ANY of this music - I mean who the hell is Lou Reed? And why did they LOVE the electric keyboard so much, oh I cringe to think about it. Kat was flabbergasted that ME, who loves music sooooo much, only knew one Dire Straits song to show for it - pathetic I know.

Kat ended up putting fuel in my machine of a car (thanks friend) and we sped off around Cape Point at midnight listening to SADDO FM. ha ha - it was fun though, I came home, collapsed into bed and only woke up at 8am - oopps. Thankfully Shane had got the sprogs off to school - I'm not usually SO irresponsible before you all report me.

This morning I helped an old lady get up out of her chair in the Wimpy. She was stuck and waved her walking stick at me, indicating I should help her up. I sheepishly edged over to her, wondering if it was a ploy and she was going to bash me with her stick, but she genuinely was stuck. She was quite heavy, but I did it - so now I dont feel so bad about racing the blue rinse granny to the checkout.

The girls are all going off to sleep at sister Meg tonight so I am kidless. I'm going to watch a movie all by lonesome I think - yay.

Ok, ciao!
mwah xxx

Thursday, May 8, 2008

Do you wash your hair?

I'm sitting in the internet cafe again because Shane is using the laptop for an appointment, and there is a guy sitting here who seriously has not washed his hair for like 6 months.. seriously. its long and its greasy and its gross. He will never contract lice thats for sure, the little buggers would just slip straight off. yuk.

I mean washing your hair is like wearing pretty underwear, you just DO it as part of life? The pretty underwear thing is of utmost importance, just in case you're in a car accident and the doctor is a hottie, you gotta make sure you always look your best.

Anyway, that is all totally arb. I applied for a job this morning! Random, but I just thought I would try to see if I would get it. So, hold thumbs. I need to start earning some bucks and its for a Safari bush camp co. based in Noordhoek, so its around the corner which is great and the salary isn't bad. I really really want to do my Doula work full time but I need money to tide me over and to get it going properly and I can't do that right now, so hold thumbs PLEASE! If its meant to be, then its meant to be.

We're off to watch rugby at Newlands on Saturday night, I cant wait! I love love love live rugby, I go all out, paint my face, Mexican Wave, scream at the ref and boo the losing team - which is usually my own team. I have NO loyalty I tell you.

Here's something fun to do if you're bored, Kerri sent it to me yesterday, thanks friend. Type out the sentence you end up with and Email me your answers please, they are so funny...

Pick the month you were born:

January-------I kicked
February------I loved
March--------I karate chopped
April----------I licked
May----------I jumped on
June----------I smelled
July-----------I did the Macarena With
August--------I had lunch with
September----I danced with
October-------I sang to
November-----I yelled at
December-----I ran over

Pick the day (number) you were born on:

1-------a birdbath
2-------a monster
3-------a phone
4-------a fork
5-------a snowman
6-------a gangster
7-------my mobile phone
8-------my dog
9-------my best friends' boyfriend
10-------my neighbour
11-------my science teacher
12-------a banana
13-------a fireman
14-------a stuffed animal
15-------a goat
16-------a pickle
17-------your mom
18-------a spoon
19------ - a smurf
20-------a baseball bat
21-------a ninja
22-------Chuck Norris
23-------a noodle
24-------a squirrel
25-------a football player
26-------my sister
27-------my brother
28-------an ipod
29----- --a surfer
30-------a llama
31-------A homeless guy

Pick the color of shirt you are wearing:

White---------because I'm cool like that
Black---------because that's how I roll.
Pink-----------because I'm NOT crazy.
Red-----------because the voices told me to.
Blue-----------because I'm sexy and I do what I want
Green---------because I think I need some serious help.
Purple---------because I'm AWESOME!
Gray----------because Big Bird said to and he's my leader.
Yellow--------because someone offered me 1,000,000 dollars
Orange--------because my family thinks I'm stupid anyway..
Brown---------because I can.
Other----------because I'm a Ninja!
None----------because I can't control myself!

Mine is: I jumped on your mom because I'm sexy and I do what I want

ha ha - classic.

Keep smiling Keep shining,

me xxx

Tuesday, May 6, 2008

Being Productive

So I am forcing myself, kicking and screaming to be productive this week. My To Do List is getting longer by the minute, ok some of it is personal stuff, but still, it has to be done - blech..

Yesterday I was off to Fiji again... ha ha, Kitty Kat managed to drag that one out of my head : " Kerry, Fiji is death " Ok then... I had better stay put.

The whole valley heard me taking the kids to school this morning. Niamh picked up a seaweed 'vuvuzela' when we went away ( its looks like a big horn thing that you blow and it makes a really loud noise - for all you non-South Africans) here's a pic:

actually her one looks exactly like this:

This thing makes a noise like a FOG horn. So, she's puffing away full blast out the window the WHOLE way to school (about 5km) , and I'm laughing so much I can hardly drive. We pull up at the traffic lights and I'm trying to puton my stern, I'm a controlled mother voice, but I'm laughing so much I can hardly breathe. The guys looking for work at the traffic lights decide to dance and toy-toying around my car to the tune of Niamh's horn until the lights changed to green... Classic - the spirit of Africa, gotta love it ;)

Ok, I'm off to do some real work,

Keep Smiling

oh and Kitty, I'm glad there are no keys in my box this morning


me xxx