blizdiary: September 2009

Scarlett Johansson: Sexy, Leggy And Glamour

Penelope Cruz - Vanity Fair magazine pictures

Click to play this Smilebox postcard: Heritage Day

Scarlett Johansson Feels Her Boobs

Megan vs Daddy with a Vuvuzela - Round 1

What's plastic, a metre long, brightly coloured and sounds like an elephant? It's the vuvuzela - the noise-making trumpet of South African football fans.

We're gearing up for 2010 Soccer World Cup in our home with a competition between Megan (my six year old) and her Daddy and a very noisy blue Vuvuzela.The deal is this.....it all started on Sunday night when Megan was playing with her vuvuzela and I mentioned that it would be a good wake up call for someone who doens't have a regular alarm clock. Hmmmmm somehow I regret putting thoughts in her little mind. Nevertheless, it was decided between Megan and her Dad that whoever gets up first in the morning gets to "Vuvuzela" the other one awake with this annoying trumpet. Daddy has won the game since Monday morning and Megan is not too amuzed by it all. Okay, so who wants to wake up by a vuvuzela being blown in your face when you are slumbering so sweetly?But the game continues...Last night Megan calls me into her room just after she'd slipped into bed and says to me: "Mum, you must wake me up early tomorrow morning so that I can get Daddy with the Vuvuzela". She promptly stuffed her Vuvuzela under her pillow and put her finger over her lips to tell me it was our little secret. I nodded in agreement knowing that Daddy would get his own back. Well, I couldn't bear to wake her when I went into her room this morning. She was snoring so nicely so I just left her. Next thing I knew, my Boerewors was looking for the Vuvuzela and he snuck into her room looking for the dreaded horn. He eventually found it and blew Megan awake. Poor wee thing.They giggled and Megan is determined to get her dad back tomorrow morning. This time I will help her otherwise I'll be in the bad books again. I am already in grave trouble for not waking her this morning. I had the pouty face all the way to school. I'm such a bad mother...Man! is that thing damn loud!!!Stay tuned for Vuvuzela at the Hefer House - Round 2.

My Anorexic Piggie Bank

This time of year our schedule is always so incredibly busy which leads to additional expenses.

To tell you the honest truth my money tree is not producing notes like it used to. In fact, that frikken tree has shrivelled up and died on me. And just when I needed it too! My green fingers have lost their touch (not that I ever had green fingers, I kill every pot plant that is carried through my threshold *shrug* I still don’t understand what I do wrong).

Anyhoo…here is just some of my schedule until the end of the year.5 October – National Teacher’s Day. The girls’ school is having a braai (aka barbeque) for all the Teachers. The parents, who are NOT invited may I just add, have been added to a list and have to bring something.9 October – My sister’s birthday. I know what I want to get her but I can't afford it. She’s never been to a spa in her entire life!!! How sad is that?16 October – Megan’s Bakerman at nursery school. Each child in the class gets a turn to be “backerman” and they have to bring party packs for all the kids in her class (32 children at this stage) and they set up a little shop and all the kids come and buy her goodies. It’s a fund-raising for the school.16 October - Boss' Day. And I have 6 of them!21 October - Final School Readiness Test. This normally costs us too, even though she’s been tested already, and has been given the A-OK to start Grade One. Why a 2nd test I ask?10 November – Graduation Photos and Certificates. This normally includes a set of photos wearing her graduation gown and cap. Can’t skip on this occasion as it only happens once in a life time.26 November – Megan's Graduation. The actual graduation is normally a huge event with the renting of a venue, a mini concert and prize-giving. Their school wants all the girls to wear white dresses. Firstly, my tomboy girl-child doesn’t "do" dresses. Secondly, why would any mum in their right mind let their 6 year old wear white? Especially my very active little tree-climbing tomboy? Honestly! Very practical indeed and when will she wear this pretty little outfit again?4 December – 10th Year Anniversary. I have booked a romantic overnight get-away celebration which cost me a small fortune. But I am very excited about this one. I can’t think of what I’m going to buy him as a gift…it’s a special anniversary after all.9 December – Parents Morning receiving of Final Reports – no money on this one but its on my diary to attend.14 December – Riaan’s Birthday. I am not sure what he wants, but my Boerewors has expensive taste when it comes to his “gadget" hobbies. Who knows where I’m going to scratch the money out from for this one. My arse already looks like the bloody Japanese flag from all the stuff I’ve been trying to pull out there. Besides, it is just as fucked as my money tree. And then lets not forget its only 75 days until Christmas!!! Oh joy – the dollar signs rapidly scroll up and down in front of my eyes like a blinkin’ one arm bandit. Ding! Ding! Ding! Jackpot…fork out more money, Mummy!!! More I say! *sigh*

I wish I could win the Jackpot so I could cover the costs for all these fun-filled events that I have NOT budgeted for.

I will simply have to dig down deep into that cookie jar to find the cash. Either that, or break my anorexic piggie-bank and hope for the best.

Wish me luck!

Monica Cruz Cleavage in ELLE Spain

What Claire Wore

What Janie Wore

Cabbage Soup Diet starts again on Sunday

My Trip To Brussels ...

Only in Africa

Penelope Cruz Hot in Vanity Fair

Sunday Pool Fun

Cannon and Ball

Some More Connolly

Back from an Afternoon of Shopping

....and I'm frikken knackered!!!

Normally I relish at the opportunity to go to the shops and scour the twinkling racks full of brand new garments but today was totally different. I had no money to spend on myself but I so enjoyed helping my sister spend her hard earned doe. It was great to see her so excited about clothes shopping and getting new things and venturing into unknown territory...Let me give you a little background...My sister loves black! No I mean she LOVES black and that goes for her wardrobe too. Everything she wears is either solid black or contains black. She's just had a baby and with the few extra kilos she's carrying, she thinks black makes her look slimmer. Well, I generally stick to that rule too and I tend to agree with her that it does work. However, sometimes you need to break your habits and step out of your comfort zone. We slogged around the many lovely clothes shops at The Glen for 5 hours!! My feet are still throbbing and the loud music in some of those stores would make your ears bleed... However, my sister got some really awesome things for summer including two pairs of shorts, a pair of smart pants, a pair of really funky three quarter jeans and some really spiffy t-shirts and tops. We even got two pairs of summer shoes - a pair of practical flat pumps and pair of dead cute wedges for work (which I had to buy as well because they were on sale. And you know how much a mean Scot loves a bargain!)I tried to convince her to buy a skirt and a pretty flowing dress but she wasn't biting at all. At least she gave me the benefit of the doubt and tried them on. I thought she looked really pretty but I guess you can't expect someone to change their habits overnight. Anyhooo, the stuff that she did buy wasn't ALL black and it was quite different to what she would normally buy.I thoroughly enjoyed spending the afternoon with my sister. It actually didn't even matter to me what we were doing. She's awesome - and I can't remember the last time we did something like this together. It was so brilliant to share this with her. We giggled lots and what girl does NOT enjoy shopping for new stuff??All-in-all a fun afternoon and a successful shopping spree.

Are you a Bloggoholic?

When I started this wee blog almost two years ago, I never thought that I would get this hooked. Look at me now....a total Blog Addict. I think and talk about my blog constantly to my family and friends. I say things like "thats one for the blog" and I even talk about posts I've read and topics discussed to people who don't even know what a blog is?! I need serious help, don't I?My Blog has become my third child - my clumsy toddler in stinky training pants that I embrace in my arms and help it grow and develop. Blogging feeds my mind and my soul. Its a never-ending source of information, thoughts, feelings, opinions and bloggers communicating with one another.I love prowling other people's followers lists and finding interesting and original blogs to read and explore. Picture this : a humongous book with millions of pages and thousands of chapters that you will never complete in one life time. How awesome is that? A book that never fucking ends! You know that feeling you get when you are reading the last chapter of an engrossing, brilliant novel - a novel that you haven't been able to put down from the very beginning. You can't wait to get to the last page. You read the last chapter like lightening. You scan over the words on the page faster and faster to find out how it will all end. Then when you get to the final sentence and all is revealed, its like a such an anti-climax....it has all ended. Its a bitter-sweet moment. I always wish I could re-read the book without knowing what is going to happen. With blogging you don't have that feeling...its NEVER ends...(unless the information super-highway that we call the interwebs crashes and is no more) Like THAT is ever gonna happen?!?!I love learning more and more about a person by following their blog and reading old posts. I love going back to their archives and seeing how they're blog has come about and how its has evolved. If you think about your own Blog and what you say in each post - its quite a personal thing. Its like my blog's name - its
...Perhaps is a secret voyeristic fettish I have. Hmmmm will have to look into that one..Blogging is my way of expressing myself and I'm sure most bloggers feel the same.... Its my very own wee Soap Box. My platform to share my shit and swear if I wanna! People's opinions facinate me - how they express themselves facinates me, what words they choose facinate me and social networking and communication in general facinate me.Well Hi there, I'm A Daft Scots Lass and I'm a Blogohoic...

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