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Hatin' on The Boerewors
After moocho hatin’ on my Boerewors (aka Husband) for over doing it with the boys on Saturday night, and funnelling as many alcoholic beverages down his gullet as humanly possible without feating alcohol poisoning, I was in an inveterate huff all day Sunday.
I continued my grumpiness all day on today and dubbed it an overall Blue Stinkin’ Monday.
After a long emotional day at work, bogged down with emails and overdue tasks and having to say farewell to one of my favourite colleagues whose last day it was today, I came home to a cosy candle lit dinner for two. Plates, serviettes, crockery and cutlery all carefully laid out, a glass of wine ready and four huge bunches of flowers. Of course two of the bunches were presented to me by my gorgeous littles girls and the other two by my Boerewors.
I asked him “Whats all this?”
To which he sheepishly replied “To say I’m sorry”.
I'm such a pushover.
I continued my grumpiness all day on today and dubbed it an overall Blue Stinkin’ Monday.
I asked him “Whats all this?”
To which he sheepishly replied “To say I’m sorry”.
How can I stay mad?
Saying those two little words “I’m sorry” seems to change everything. I enjoyed my meal, put my flowers in vases and now we move on.
How can you hold a grudge with a man who has gone to so much trouble and has a cute arse?
My UK Goodies
Some of you will remember that I mentioned a while back that my sister, her boyfriend and little Claire were going to the UK for 10 days for a holiday.Well, they came to visit yesterday and brought me loads of goodies that I miss from the UK.
I got Terry's Chocolate Oranges, Penguin Biscuits, Jaffa Cakes, Fig Roll Biscuits and Milky Ways.
I don't know how I'm going to get through December on my Slimply Slim without cheating on these goodies.
Any suggestions?
Christmas and Farmville
I must apologise!
My mind has not been in the "blogzone" this week.
Stoopid me has gotten myself hooked on Facebook Farmville. Its so pathetically sad - I constantly think about how my crops are growing and how many ribbons and awards I have achieved. I work out my life around the times when my crops are due to be harvested. It must stop! I really must curb this nonsense. Its distracting me from blog-thoughts and I haven't even starting thinking about Christmas shopping?
I haven't even planned what I'm going to buy everyone and I don’t even know where we are going to be on Christmas Day. Perhaps we should just stay home – just the four of us – and I’ll cook us a nice Christmas dinner with all the trimmings and enjoy the sunny weather and our pool. My mum and dad will not be coming up from the coast for Christmas. My Boerewors’ family are going to extended family in Pretoria for the day.
As for gifts, I know I'm getting Megan a new bike (one that she doesn't have to ride with her knees up at her ears). The bike she currently has she got when she was two years old and it’s tiny, even though we've moved the handle-bars and seat up to full height and capacity. I know I want to buy Kaylin a new doll and pram with some cute accessories. I have no idea what I'm going to get my Boerewors as usual.
Our 10th wedding anniversary is coming up this Friday, 4 December and I've organised for us to go somewhere nice for the afternoon and evening (kiddy free of course) and then his birthday is the week after that on the 14th of December and then its Christmas soon after that.
I never know what to get my Boerewors this time of year as he's the proverbial "Gadget Man" and all the stuff he really wants is way out of my price range. I hate getting him things he really doesn't want because it makes me feel like the substandard wife who never saves and plans for these three events that come really close together. For once I wish I could gt him what he wants. A BT 4 Paintball gun with all the accessories.
Also, in January its Megan’s birthday and February is Kaylin’s birthday so my anorexic piggy bank takes a knock during these three months.
This has been tough this year with no salary increase for the last two years and no pending bonus like we usually get in December.
Perhaps I could play my luck with the lottery?
Stoopid me has gotten myself hooked on Facebook Farmville. Its so pathetically sad - I constantly think about how my crops are growing and how many ribbons and awards I have achieved. I work out my life around the times when my crops are due to be harvested. It must stop! I really must curb this nonsense. Its distracting me from blog-thoughts and I haven't even starting thinking about Christmas shopping?
I haven't even planned what I'm going to buy everyone and I don’t even know where we are going to be on Christmas Day. Perhaps we should just stay home – just the four of us – and I’ll cook us a nice Christmas dinner with all the trimmings and enjoy the sunny weather and our pool. My mum and dad will not be coming up from the coast for Christmas. My Boerewors’ family are going to extended family in Pretoria for the day.
As for gifts, I know I'm getting Megan a new bike (one that she doesn't have to ride with her knees up at her ears). The bike she currently has she got when she was two years old and it’s tiny, even though we've moved the handle-bars and seat up to full height and capacity. I know I want to buy Kaylin a new doll and pram with some cute accessories. I have no idea what I'm going to get my Boerewors as usual.
Our 10th wedding anniversary is coming up this Friday, 4 December and I've organised for us to go somewhere nice for the afternoon and evening (kiddy free of course) and then his birthday is the week after that on the 14th of December and then its Christmas soon after that.
I never know what to get my Boerewors this time of year as he's the proverbial "Gadget Man" and all the stuff he really wants is way out of my price range. I hate getting him things he really doesn't want because it makes me feel like the substandard wife who never saves and plans for these three events that come really close together. For once I wish I could gt him what he wants. A BT 4 Paintball gun with all the accessories.
Also, in January its Megan’s birthday and February is Kaylin’s birthday so my anorexic piggy bank takes a knock during these three months.This has been tough this year with no salary increase for the last two years and no pending bonus like we usually get in December.
Perhaps I could play my luck with the lottery?
Connect With Photography
The importance of photo journalism. Thanx to Isle Dance (a brilliant blogger and interesting photographer) for sharing the link.
This is truly inspirational.
This is truly inspirational.
Survivor Party - The Tribes Partied
I just made it in time to catch the bus to the Homemakers Year End Function.
We arrived to Air Hostesses who'd obiously been in a crash and welcome drinks were Mojitos which were VERY strong and served in our own Survivor tin cup. We had to choose a coloured buff from a box and move to the tables. The tables were done up with black bin liners and the center pieces were a little make-shift fire with crinkled yellow paper for the flames, twigs and surrounded by little pebbles. They even had kebab sticks with marshmallows on the end. They had made a washing line out of plastic bags and hung up old torn clothes, an old shoe, dirty socks and other survivor stuff. In the bathrooms we came across plastic ants, flies, spiders and snakes. They'd thought of everything!
We were divided up in to teams according to the coloured buffs we choose on our arrival, we had to choose a team name and a team war cry cheer. We played some survivor games, handed out awards for the best dressed, best group spirit and best individual party animal, we swam in the pool, ran in the rain and splashed in puddles, drank lots of wine, ate lots of food, danced and generally had a great time!
On leaving, we all got a garden lantern to take home with a Survivor CD attached.
We arrived to Air Hostesses who'd obiously been in a crash and welcome drinks were Mojitos which were VERY strong and served in our own Survivor tin cup. We had to choose a coloured buff from a box and move to the tables. The tables were done up with black bin liners and the center pieces were a little make-shift fire with crinkled yellow paper for the flames, twigs and surrounded by little pebbles. They even had kebab sticks with marshmallows on the end. They had made a washing line out of plastic bags and hung up old torn clothes, an old shoe, dirty socks and other survivor stuff. In the bathrooms we came across plastic ants, flies, spiders and snakes. They'd thought of everything!
We were divided up in to teams according to the coloured buffs we choose on our arrival, we had to choose a team name and a team war cry cheer. We played some survivor games, handed out awards for the best dressed, best group spirit and best individual party animal, we swam in the pool, ran in the rain and splashed in puddles, drank lots of wine, ate lots of food, danced and generally had a great time!
On leaving, we all got a garden lantern to take home with a Survivor CD attached.
On the Bus
Arrival
The Accounts Team
Air Hostess Crash Survivors
(Our PR Team who organised the entire party)
the tables
some of the survivors
the party favours - the lanterns with our Survivor CD
Megan's Pre-School Graduation
The Pre-School Graduation was so special. When my Megan came in the door walking down to the front of the hall wearing her gown and cap holding a candle, I burst into tears. My little baby that I held in my arms not too long ago is graduating from Pre-school and going to Grade 1 in Primary School. I can't believe the time has flown so quickly.
The graduates entering the hall
Megan telling Teacher Margaret that she's going to be a Zoo Keeper when she grows up
The Group of Graduates after they'd received their certificates and medals.
They then sang the school song and said a poem about leaving school. It was so adorable.
Then they got to fling their caps up in the air and there was a lot of giggling and comotion.
After the graduation ceremony, it was time to have supper and party!
Megan's have a tradition that the dance floor is opened by the Daddy's dancing with their little girls and the Mummy's dancing with their wee boys. It was a very special time.
Megan was dead chuffed and felt so grown up!
Mummy and Megan after I'd had a good cry
The Grade R Teacher and her little girls dance in a circle
Freaky Friday - Episode 1 - Quasimodo
From humans with extra limbs, to people with fettishes, to phobias, stalkers and of course the disgusting YouTube viral video: 2 girls one cup and anything to do with the super-natural.
Ironic, because I can't even watch a decent horror film without getting fucking nightmares and yet I just love freaks. I have to look - even though I can't bear to look, I can't bear to look away even more!
Its like a magnet that pulls me to these kinds of oddities. I know, I know, I'm sick. There is a name of us freaks - Freakaphobe!
So we'll start off our my First Episode of Freaky Friday with the Top 10 Human Freaks of Nature.
Enjoy.
One of the Most Freaky Humans Eva - If not the fucking freakiest -Quasi Modo.
Was he real? or just a character made up by writer, Victor Hugo?
Quasimodo was supposedly born with physical deformities, which Hugo describes as a huge wart that covers his left eye and a severely hunched back. He is found abandoned in Notre Dame (on the foundlings' bed, where orphans and unwanted children are left to public charity) on Quasimodo Sunday, the first Sunday after Easter, by the archdeacon Claude Frollo, who adopts the baby, names him after the day the baby was found, and brings him up to be the bell-ringer of the cathedral. Due to the loud ringing of the bells, Quasimodo also becomes deaf. Although he is hated for his deformity, it is revealed that he is fairly kind at heart.Fucking Fugly Freak! I love it!
Check out more Freaky Friday posts...HERE and HERE
Simply Slim Summer Special
A sneak preview of the competition Simply Slim will be running starting 1 December 2009.
Let me know if you want to order, and I'll put you in touch with my "pusher".
HOW TO ENTER:
1. Visit Simply Slim for more information (after 27 November 2009) and contact your agent for your promotional starter pack.
2. Purchase your pack for R235 and receive vouchers totalling R1200 (12 capsules included)
3. Register for your 12 week "Simply Slim Summer Solution Sensation" journey anytime between 1 December and 12 January 2010. Registrations close on 12 January 2010 (at midnight)
4. Conditions apply. For more information about the journey competition rules and regulations the website (after 27 November 2009)
Check out my other posts about Simply Slim to see my success and photos of my results.
