I am a Free stuff addict, and I’m not ashamed to admit it!

I LOVE FREE STUFF… I stayed overnight at a Game Reserve recently with clients and the room was FILLED with free stuff. You know the crappy little shampoos, soaps, shower gels, hell – even the coffee sachets. I cannot get enough of them… I am a free stuff saddo.

Check out my stash:

Shampoo, Shower Gel, Body Lotions….

4 x gorgeous little triangle shaped parmalat milk sachets, which i forgot to take a photo of :(

3 x BabyBel Cheeses which I ‘borrowed’ from the breakfast buffet

( when I was nicking these, the girl next to me was shuving small plastic pots of marmalade into her coat pocket, so I didn’t feel too bad – I am not alone! )

Random coffee/tea/hot choc sachets…

Lovely Lindt Chocolate..

Ok, the chocolate was a gift from the hotel, but I did have those gorgeous, fluffy, elephant-shaped towels in my bag at one point – until my conscience got the better of me and I very honestly hung them back on the towel rail.

Before I leave the hotel room I sweep around like a human vacuum cleaner stashing everything into my big overnight bag, while looking over my shoulder for people on the lookout – like a guilty convict.

And its not just hotel rooms either… On Thursday I was in the Winelands on a tour and I bought a bottle of yummy port. As I was paying, Dave came over and said – “Hey, do you know you can get 3 bottles of that for the price of 2 on special over there in those boxes?” Well – that was it. I high-jumped over the barrels in the cellar and grabbed a box of 3 precious ports and bought those instead. Just because I knew I was getting one for free.

Magazines? Don’t even get me started – free lipstick, free bag, free animal print size 8 slippers, free stick-on tattoo’s – I don’t care what the magazine is or how much it costs – I HAVE to have it.

I think I’m worst at those exhibitions though. You know the ones – Women’s Expo, Baby Expo, Design Expo – as soon as they shuve that free paper carrier bag into my hand at the entrance there is NO stopping me. I run around every stall grabbing free sachets, samples and pretend to act interested in what the poor sales girl has to say – all so I can retrieve the free stuff from her…

And you know what ??? I don’t even use all this free stuff – most of it is all shuved in a drawer collecting dust – but that’s just not the point is it?

its for FFFRRREEEEE!!

Keep Smiling,

Lovies

Kez xxx

Can you keep a Secret?

So, I’ve just read a really funny book by Sophie Kinsella, entitled: Can You Keep a Secret?

Basically this woman spills all of her funniest girlie secrets out to this guy sitting next to her on a plane, and then she meets up with him in a surprising situation and he subtly drops out all of her dirty dark secrets, such as : ‘I hate wearing g-strings, they are really uncomfortable’ ; ‘ I secretly water my b*tch colleagues spider plant with orange juice and she can’t understand why it doesn’t grow’; ‘ I told my boyfriend I’m a size 8, when actually I’m a 12, so I have to squash into all of the tiny uncomfortable underwear he buys me’ blah blah blah... I won’t tell you the rest, otherwise it spoils the book. Its really funny - READ IT!

But it made me realize how we all have these funny little secrets & habits, so here goes! I will share some of mine with you……get comfortable, this could be good for a laugh:

1) I hate wearing colours. My wardrobe consists of black, brown, grey, some more black, maybe a splash of white or blue, some more black.. and that’s it. I feel stupid in colours, like I’m drawing attention to myself and I cant stand it. Plus, BIG plus, Black makes you thinner. Seriously.

2) I always read the back of the sugar packets in coffee shops. Did you know they have little sayings on them!? Like: If you can dream it, you can achieve it. And stuff. I pick the best one, or the one I think applies to me that day and only use that one in my coffee. Yesterdays one said: “Outside noisy, inside empty“– Chinese proverb . That’s so true don’t you think? People that are noisy on the outside are often empty on the inside. I can be like that sometimes, if I’m feeling really crap or nervous, then I over-compensate by being really loud or blabbing about the STUPIDEST stuff and the inner me is screaming: SHUT UP KERRY, JUST SHUT UP!!

3) I once stole a bottle of wine from my Dad’s room and then spent 3 hours running round every bottle store trying to replace it. So, I was desperate and downed his bottle of Robertson Cabernet 2005. Do you think I could find the same bottle ANYWHERE?? Noooo… 2006 – yes! 2007 – yes! 2008 – yes! 2005 – no ways….. Great. Now what?!! After spending literally 3 hours running round every bottle store in town and with only 15 minutes to spare until he came home, I decided to go for the 2006 bottle and carefully put it back, hoping and praying like hell he wouldn’t notice when he walked in. He didn’t notice. And he never found out. Oh, and if I’d known it was that expensive, I would never have stolen it in the first place, just for the record.

4) Sometimes I feed my kids beans on toast and tell them its ultra-healthy as it contains 4 essential food groups:

Beans – Beans & Lentils group – oh cr*p, I cant think what its called. Legumes??

Bread – Carbohydrates

Butter – Fats

Cheese – Protein

And most times I chuck them an apple to include the fruit & veg group. And the worst part? I don’t have a guilty conscience doing it…. Such a bad mom.

5) On very rare occasions when I see some-one I don’t want to talk to in the shops, I flip my phone open and natter away to nobody, just so I don’t have to talk to them…. Ok, that’s a bad one. But you know when you just feel so terrible, everything’s going wrong that day and you cant remember if you even brushed your teeth that morning? Ok – you definitely never brushed your teeth.. AND you’re wearing your jeans that your baby puked on 3 days ago. In the distance you spot your funky, single, childless friend from school, ultra-thin, ultra-gorgeous, ultra-manicured, ultra-not stressed and you just think – sh*t I CANNOT talk to this person?? That’s when I use the ‘flip up phone and talk to no-one technique!’

6) If I’m sad I blast out SAD SAD songs, sing loudly and badly along to the lyrics, chunk my heart out, do the really ugly cry, and usually feel so much better afterwards!

7) This one is pretty embarrassing and I think I’ve mentioned this before, but whenever I eat something REALLY yummy, I have to say ‘delicious’ after I’ve eaten it. Even in company – I’ll cough it under my breath…its so embarrassing.

8) I never ever have n*okie with my socks on. Never. Its just gross.

9) I make loads of lists and hardly accomplish anything on them, or feel better for making the practical list, then promptly close the book and never look at the list again. This could be why I never seem to finish anything…hmmm…..

10) I really really really want to bungy jump.. We have the highest jump in the world here (216m!) and I really want to do it, BUT I’m so scared I will lose my feet. Yes, my feet. I have a fear they will just snap off and be left in the loops on the bungy cord while I go crashing into the river below – footless.

Ok, I think 10 is enough for one day.. Leave a comment with one of your dirty secrets, just one will do, and I will compile them all for a laugh – anonymously of course!!

Keep Smiling,

Lovies

Kez xx

Simple Pimple

So, Im sitting on the toilet just before dinner trying to have a private number 1 - ha ha, with 3 kids - i dont think so! and this is the conversation that followed.............

Shanah (she's 3 remember): Mommeee - why you got hairs there?
Me: Baby - all big girls have hairs there when you are grown up. one day when you are big, you will have it too!
Shanah: Oh Cool!! I'm just going to fetch my glue so I can cut these hairs off my head and glue it on for me. Yay mommy! (skips off to fetch glue and scissors..)

.............. I take it my gender lesson didnt turn out exactly as I hoped??!!!

Oops.

lovies
me xxx

Blog inspiration

So, I have been reading loads and loads of blogs lately.

Two of my fave mommy blog's: www.se7en.org.za A home-schooling mom of SEVEN in Fish-Hoek. Gotta love this woman - she seems amazing..

I spotted her house and am so tempted to just knock on her door and hug this woman, although she would probably think i was just a nutty stalker person, so best i not do that! :)

The second one is www.soulemama.com - in an ideal, realistic world, I would love to live like this family lives in Portland, Maine. If you are looking for peace in your crazy family - read this blog - totally inspiring.

The purpose of this post is really to update you all, so here goes!


We've been doing a lot of karaoke!

Go Dave!

Go Girls!



We have been laughing with friends - especially over how to pronounce GERANIUM





We ran lots of races at sports day!



We drank some bubbles



We chilled



We went to the beach



We made the kids laugh by posing in front of this mural

We started school

We took people on tour

We went to a party

We went bike riding

We scratched and patched in the Scratch Patch!

We 'guper-flied' like GuperMan!

and a whole lot more! Shew - only now do i realize how much we have actually done! Girls - I dont want to hear the words : " But Momma I'm bored-a!" (anyway, why is it that my kids put an 'ah' on the end of every word?? Momm-ah , No-ah, Niamh-ah, Yes - ah? Emphasis or Irritation?)

Keep Smiling,
Kez xx

My fabulous sister

So, my sister has moved to the BUSH... as in Katberg, as in the middle of NO where...

I just got this email from her - Taide (her precious 3 year old son) has his first day in 'Bush School' today aka normal pre-primary school.

This is the email - excuse the swearing - that's Meg for ya, should also be read in an Afrikaans accent if you can.

"hi guys

so taide went to school today for the first time....aaaahhhh! they put him in the baby class for a start and his teacher is this 3 eyed, cauliflower eared 4 legged MONSTER! she is a spas...

so i dropped him at school and his freak teacher says: Hallo boyjie, end wut is yourrrrr name??? she didnt even know his name...then when i fetched him, she looked at me as if she had never met me and said: hallo, cen I yelp you luf? i was like: YA!!! I dropped my blady kid off this morning with you.

Spas Teacher says: oh, wuts he's name?
Meg says: LISTEN , where the f**** is my kid....
Spas Teacher: I fink he is somewhere here?
Meg: Well he should be, this is where I left him.....
Meg walks outside and spots Taide ( the unknown new kid) trying to open the gate onto the road..

Meg goes red!! And just before Meg tells Spas Teacher where to get her face fixed, Spas Teacher says: Oh he carrrnt open it!!
Meg: You will be surprised!!! He can open a tin of tuna with his f***** teeth....i think he can open a gate....

So off to montesori we go!

Love ya

Meg"

Gotta love her.

Keep Smiling,
Kez x

Shock,Horror!! Is that a post??

Hello..

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 - http://www.marulatravel.co.za/

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..

Lovies

me xxx

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’

Kid 1: SHOTGUN!
Kid 2: SHOTGUN!
Kid 3: SHOTGUN!
Kid 4: SHOTGUN!
Kid 5: SHOTGUN!

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,
Lovies
Me xxx

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

Lovies

me xxx

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
extraordinaire.

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???

WHERE IS THE WAX???

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

I see the hair. The hair that should be on the strip...it'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???


*WRONG!!!!!!!*

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 tub...in 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
event.

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
friend.

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

'IT WORKS !!!

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...

THE HAIR IS STILL THERE...ALL OF IT!

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
Lovies
me xxx

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

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,

Lovies

me xxx

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,
Lovies
me xxx

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,

Lovies

me xxx