Karla Souza (Verano de Amor)

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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”.

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?

I'm such a pushover.

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?


sienna . sienna . sienna


knees bent




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?

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.






Maria Elisa Camargo (Galeria 1)


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.

On the Bus


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


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