Your Blog Is Fabulous

Thanks to Making Babies for my blog award *mwah* *mwah*

Now it is my turn to nominate
My loopy BFF
http://loopyliz-loopyliz.blogspot.com/

hmm can I nominate Making babies again hahaha Anyways right back at you babe

To my other dear friend
http://twosoulsonevoice.blogspot.com/

And one to Tashy Pooh
http://trappingangelsinmyrearviewmirror.blogspot.com/

My 5 Fabulous Addictions
1. Coffee - I have admitted this one before it doesn't looks as if it is going to change.
2. Shoes - I need like a restraining order from shoe shops, at least I try my best to keep it non branded shoes
3. The internet - Can;t go a single day without it, it is after all what keeps me in touch with the real world
4. Smokes - nuff said
5. My Daughter - Last but actually the most important thing in my life

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1. You have to pass it on to 5 other fabulous blogs in a post.

2. You have to list 5 of your fabulous addictions in the post.

3. You must copy and paste the rules and the instructions below in the post.Instructions: On your post of receiving this award, make sure you include the person that gave you the award and link it back to them. When you post your five winners, make sure you link them as well. To add the award to your post, simply right-click, save image, then "add image" it in your post as a picture so your winners can save it as well. To add it to your sidebar, add the "picture" gidget.Also, don't forget to let your winners know they won an award from you by emailing them or leaving a comment on their blog.

Crocs are dead

Well almost......

Crocs seem to be losing popularity but It's not happening quite quickly enough for me, of course, but my eyeballs aren't being assaulted by Crocs quite as often as they were last year, and if that's not a reason to be thankful, we don't know what is.

Happy Thanksgiving to everyone who celebrates it :)

Course of reasoning

Argument between me and the man

Him: she puked
Me: ah shame man, Clean it up !
Him: (in annoying raised voice) I am cleaning it up
Me: Ouch let me just go find my head
Him: If you find it bring it to me, cause I lost mine a couple of times today and I need one
Me: *blink blink blink*

Oh the joys

Being disagreeable

“Yes, we are all different. Different customs, different foods, different mannerisms, different languages, but not so different that we cannot get along with one another. If we will disagree without being disagreeable.” J. Martin Kohe quotes

Mannerism is like a house with out décor, a shop with out any products, life would be comparatively less spicy without it. Mannerism helps us choose our friends and the people we would like to be associated with. Which bring me to the point of this post.

On an online community for example, there are tons of women ( or people ) each with their own mannerisms and not all of them click. Although I hate the word click ‘cause it sounds so clickey. Let’s rephrase. Different individuals with their own peculiarity of actions and/or manner of speech. They are bound to rub each other the wrong way. All of us have potentially irritating mannerisms which are likely to be exacerbated under stress for example

We also tend to adopt other people’s mannerism to fit and/or to be apart of something. Because lets face it everyone wants to be accepted. May it be a word or a phrase or a quirk or a gesture. Most of these makes us who we are. Some people mannerism can scare you off from the word go and others will be way more inviting.

So to all my online friends, I am a mediator, I never take sides, except if you are my BFF which doesn’t somme happen. All I want to say is, next time before hitting that damn submit button, think twice, your mannerism may be irritating the kak out of someone else. Don’t take people to seriously, life can’t always be that serious especially on the internet where you go to take a load off and relax

I can go on, but bottom line: I love my online friends.
And their mannerisms too. Even though they don't define them, or even come close to being WHO they are, they definitely make them unique.

Recipe

Recipe For Disaster

2 many things to do
1 extremely active toddler
1 faulty clock ( or maybe just a certain person who can’t keep track of time )
5 people to keep happy

Mix together 2 many things to do until well blended. Once blended, add one active toddler run your legs off after extremely active toddler. Catch toddler and mix together. , Quickly stir in faulty clock, because yes, the time is ticking away, If mixture looks weird chances are you've overlooked something. Like the 5 people you were suppose to keep happy……..

I am Audrey!

Your result for Are You a Jackie or a Marilyn? Or Someone Else? Mad Men-era Female Icon Quiz...

You Are an Audrey!

You are an Audrey -- "I am at peace"
Audreys are receptive, good-natured, and supportive. They seek union with others and the world around them.

How to Get Along with Me

* * If you want me to do something, how you ask is important. I especially don't like expectations or pressure
* * I like to listen and to be of service, but don't take advantage of this
* * Listen until I finish speaking, even though I meander a bit
* * Give me time to finish things and make decisions. It's OK to nudge me gently and nonjudgmentally
* * Ask me questions to help me get clear
* * Tell me when you like how I look. I'm not averse to flattery
* * Hug me, show physical affection. It opens me up to my feelings
* * I like a good discussion but not a confrontation
* * Let me know you like what I've done or said
* * Laugh with me and share in my enjoyment of life

What I Like About Being an Audrey

* * being nonjudgmental and accepting
* * caring for and being concerned about others
* * being able to relax and have a good time
* * knowing that most people enjoy my company; I'm easy to be around
* * my ability to see many different sides of an issue and to be a good mediator and facilitator
* * my heightened awareness of sensations, aesthetics, and the here and now
* * being able to go with the flow and feel one with the universe

What's Hard About Being an Audrey

* * being judged and misunderstood for being placid and/or indecisive
* * being critical of myself for lacking initiative and discipline
* * being too sensitive to criticism; taking every raised eyebrow and twitch of the mouth personally
* * being confused about what I really want
* * caring too much about what others will think of me
* * not being listened to or taken seriously

Audreys as Children Often

* * feel ignored and that their wants, opinions, and feelings are unimportant
* * tune out a lot, especially when others argue
* * are "good" children: deny anger or keep it to themselves

Audreys as Parents

* * are supportive, kind, and warm
* * are sometimes overly permissive or nondirective

Take Are You a Jackie or a Marilyn? Or Someone Else? Mad Men-era Female Icon Quiz at HelloQuizzy

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Some funnies while I go and find my brain....

1. How Do You Catch a Unique Rabbit?
Unique Up On It.

2. How Do You Catch a Tame Rabbit?
Tame Way.

3. How Do Crazy People Go Through The Forest?
They Take The Psycho Path.

4. How Do You Get Holy Water?
You Boil The Hell Out Of It.

5. What Do Fish Say When They Hit a Concrete Wall?
Dam!

6. What Do Eskimos Get From Sitting On The Ice too Long?
Polaroid’s.

7. What Do You Call a Boomerang That Doesn’t work?
A Stick.

8. What Do You Call Cheese That Isn’t Yours?
Nacho Cheese.

9. What Do You Call Santa’s Helpers?
Subordinate Clauses.

10. What Do You Call a fly with no wings?
A Walk.

11. What Do You Get From a Pampered Cow?
Spoiled Milk.

12. What Do You Get When You Cross a Snowman With a Vampire?
Frostbite.

13. What Lies At The Bottom Of The Ocean And Twitches?
A Nervous Wreck.

14. What’s The Difference Between Roast Beef And Pea Soup?
Anyone Can Roast Beef.

15. Where Do You Find a Dog With No Legs?
Right Where You Left Him.

16. Why Do Gorillas Have Big Nostrils?
Because They Have Big Fingers.

17. Why Don’t Blind People Like To Sky Dive?
Because It Scares The Dog.

18. What Kind Of Coffee Was Served On The Titanic?
Sanka.

19. How Are a Texas Tornado And a Tennessee Divorce The Same?
Somebody’s Gonna Lose A Trailer.

20. Why Did Pilgrims’ Pants Always Fall Down?
Because They Wore Their Belt Buckle On Their Hat.

21. What is The Difference between a Bad Golfer And a Bad Skydiver?
A Bad Golfer Goes, Whack, Dang!
A Bad Skydiver Goes Dang! Whack.

Random Ramblings

I am Like soo famous




hahah I wish !!!
How cool is this site !

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21 Beauty Stuff - rules to live by

1. Waterproof does not equal smudge proof.
2. Do not trust that the hotel room will have a hairdryer. It doesn’t matter that the last 160 rooms you’ve stayed in have had them. If you don’t pack your bulky number, this hotel will not have one.
3. No day is a waste of makeup; looking gorgeous is its own reward.
4. Ladies and gentlemen of the class of ‘97: Wear sunscreen. (If you don’t get it, go download the Baz Luhrrman single and add it to your Ipod play list right behind My Chemical Romance. Young people these days…)
5. Be careful with makeup colors called “coral” and “peach” - they’re often just innocent synonyms for orange.
6. Don’t let anyone make you think you’re superficial for caring about how you look. After all, they’re the ones who believe that what you do with your appearance means something about who you are.
7. Yes, you can survive for a whole day without looking into the mirror.
8. It’s extremely unlikely that you’re actually as fat as you think you are.
9. Being nice to strangers makes you happier, and being genuinely happy makes you more attractive. Therefore, saying “thank you” to the tea lady will make you look hotter. It’s scientific.
10. Faking your nails, eyelashes and hair color are okay. Faking your personality is not.
11. Never underestimate the power of an eyelash curler
12. True beauty lies in confidence, so always treat the ground under your feet like a catwalk and work it.
13. If you buy a new product, try following the directions on the package before deciding it doesn’t work.
14. A little pain in the name of beauty never hurt anybody - well, not too bad, anyway. But I still went get it waxed down south, that is suicide.
15. The whole toothpaste on zits thing - IT'S A LIE or I am using the wrong toothpaste.
16. When it comes to mascara, black is almost always the right choice.
17. Please don’t sleep in your makeup for the first six months of a new relationship so he won’t see you without it. ( I did this and it wasn't pretty )
18. If all else fails, wear big sunglasses and expensive earrings. This one really does work, well it works very well for me.
19. Don’t be afraid to fake bake. Orange streaks are way hotter than skin cancer.
20. Judging other women for getting Botox, collagen or cosmetic surgery is tackier than actually getting the procedure yourself could ever be.
21. Even supermodels don’t wake up looking like supermodels. Get off your own case!

Photo: http://www.leonneal.com/ Author_By Cailin

One Thing

The one thing I hate about my Job

Ok, I won’t change my job for the world ok maybe I would, but not for another job as an employee, get what I am saying. But one thing that I hate about my job is that there is no recognition, no pat on the back. Sometimes it is really hard to stay positive without someone helping you along, There is no “brilliant job, well done here is an incentive/ raise/ promotion “. Husband and I have been through so much with this company we had loads more down than ups and we are heading for an up now but I can’t seem to get myself excited, maybe because I was one to many times disappointed. The downs were mostly because off people who would take us for a ride, use us for their gain, grab our brains and run, but we have learned so much from it and I know it won’t happen again, we know the signs, we know the bullshitters and chance takers., we can spot them a mile away. We try to keep each other motivated but it is so easy to bring each other down to. Sometimes I wish that we could just have it easy. We started from nothing absolutely nothing and we are going to get there, I am so sure of it.

But I need a pat on the back at the moment I need a well done on a brilliant job. I also need a raise……

The Mother Load

Firstly the party was a great success, well I would like to think so, my little meltdowns was for nothing although it might have helped to get my ass into gear.

Secondly I am way peeved off with Huggies at the moment, yeah me who is a big lover of Huggies gold are at the point to changing my girl to pampers which I doubt but they can expect a call from me tomorrow – stupid fasteners.

I also got in contact to sell my dinky dolls at a very cute franchise; they mostly sell clothing but have a few toys on their shelves so hold thumbs and toes.

I am having the oddest dreams lately; it is as if my dream is stuck on repeat. Very annoying lets hope Mr. Sandman has something new in store for me tonight

Does anyone have the number for CA (coffee anonymous)? Yes I am finally admitting it I think I have a problem. Let’s talk about it over a cup of coffee.

I think I might have been too stressed the last couple of weeks and my skin is showing it and it is NOT pretty. Any miracle cures anyone?? I need a one of those chemical peels.

I am also thinking about doing a course in makeup artistry, well I have been thinking about for a while now, I think it would really help seeing that husband is doing more and more photography. The only thing is I worked out my kit and it is a pretty penny. Not even to mention a proper course.

Lastly thank you for all the birthday wishes to my girl, Husband and I really appreciate it.

For my Angelface

1 Year Old

The past year of being your parents has been the greatest of our lifes. You were like a fresh canvas and I have to admit that there were many times we were afraid to apply the paint. We were unsure of our skills, of how to use the tools. But over the year, loving you has made us more self-assured, more confident. You've made us try colour combinations we would not have thought to use. You've taught us that painting outside the lines is not only ok, but sometimes it gives a completely unique and new perspective.

You are our living masterpiece. Sometimes you are a landscape, full of natural light and complimentary tones, other days you are abstract and modern, with splatters of cookie crumbs over alphabet blocks, bright and messy. You are a cave drawing, simple in your speech and actions. You are a psychedelic Warhol, a cutting edge graffiti mural, an angular cubist still life. You are as breathtakingly beautiful as a Da Vinci. Like in a surreal Dali work. We watch time melt away before our eyes. And all we can do is to take out our paintbrushes again for the second year.

All our love - Your Parents

Rocking the Daisies

In My Rocking The Daisies survival kit

Money - not to much but enough to buy random crap, food and coffee to nurse my hangover.
An open mind - I love festivals and all the different subculturals that comes together but there are some strange VERY strange people out there so I think an open mind is definitely needed oh and an open mind for different styles of music and bands
Cellphone - Remember to take your mom off speed dial, you DON"T want to call her in your not so sober state. Ask me I know....
TP - a girl must pee
Earplugs - for if you make the horrible mistake by camping next to the rave / trance tent, That is if you do need some sleep like I do.
http://rockingthedaisiescompetition.co.za/
http://www.digicape.co.za/

Was tagged by http://loopyliz-loopyliz.blogspot.com/

I tag Tash Making Babies Happy Days and Tertia

A mother just knows

Well my mother does.

She phoned me a few minutes ago and after I said hello, her first words were “Are you sick “bekkie” ?” No idea how she knows, I don’t sound THAT sick, but she just knows.

Oh I forgot to mention all the stories I write in the third person is about me, don’t know why I like to write about the past in that manner…..

Now excuse me while I go blow out my brains through my nostrils.

Carpool

It was 7 o’clock when she rushed out of the door, she couldn’t be late it was her first day riding with the other kids in the carpool. As she sat in the car the kids babbled and ignored her, she just sat staring at her brown suitcase on her lap. They were only driving for a few minutes when all she heard was screaming and a bright light.

The next time she opened her eyes, her suitcase was still on her lap this time covered in glass, she heard the other children sobbing, when she finally looked up, there was man next to her, a paramedic, he opened the door and helped her out. She climbed out of the backseat of the car, her hands shaking still clenching her brown suitcase. She looked around; there was glass everywhere, pieces of car, a white taxi, ambulances and so much blood. She has never seen so much blood; she just closed her eyes quickly and tried to hold back the tears. The paramedic prompted her to go with him to one of the ambulances. She was scared beyond words and started to run.

She knew they might catch her but she couldn’t be there, she couldn’t face what had just happened, she ran as fast as her little legs could hold her. It was only about 2 blocks away from her house. When she arrived at her house Nelly was there to meet her with open arms. Nelly was like her second mother. She finally broke down in tears when Nelly tried to console her and tried to find out what happened but she couldn’t talk. Everything was just flashing over and over again in her head, all that blood. Nelly helped her to get undressed, removing glass pieces from her hair and her clothes and ran her a hot bath. As she sat next to the bath, Nelly gave her a big glass of sugar water “drink this hunny, it will make you feel all better, your ma is on her way” It did help, it tasted horribly but it did comfort her in a way, after all Nelly did say it would help and she needed something to help her. Her mother came running into the house grabbing her from the bath tub as if she hasn’t seen her for years. She held her close. In between sobs all her mother could get out was “Thank God Thank God”. She had to go to the doctor to make sure she was ok.

She was ok but it never left her mind. She was only 4 years old

I saw the sign

Did you just sing the title in your head ? did you ? did you ?

Well I woke up this morning in 1994, just kidding imagine time travelling back to bad fashion, tapes and Sega, shit off topic….. I woke up to Ace of base in my head and since then I have been singing it but ONLY in my head. I still don’t see any fucking signs. What a classic *nostalgic moment* although any sign would be good right now, I need a sign so that I can know that all will be ok. Have so much on my mind and I have no idea where to start, so I will leave you with “I saw the sign” and lots of hair spray.

Edit: Did you know "I saw the Sign" was No 1 on the world charts. And did you know Malin "Linn" Berggren was born on Halloween. Oh and the band members are like family and friends.

Edit 2: Oh and I am REALLY not a fan, but fuck it beats ABBA.

Not Ready

“Sooo much pressure mommy sooooo much pressure!!! Grandma wants me to walk before my first birthday…. You want me to have some teeth…. Grandpa can’t wait for me to have my first sugar rush.... Dad is trying his best to teach me to say ONE..... Sooo much pressure mommy “

“I agree baby girl, I think we should postpone your first birthday with a month or two. I am not ready for it either.“

In The Hallway

She was 13 years old, she stood in the hallway with her heart beating in her throat, “ this can’t be IT, no it just can’t be” He was handsome, popular and 4 years her senior.. “ Just relax baby”. She couldn’t relax, she didn’t know what to do and she has never done this before. He took her hair out of her face and all she could think off was what if her mom woke up? What if her sister decided to come look for her ? She would never forgive her…. What if Rene the girl who had a crush on him wanted to go to the bathroom. ?

This is not how it is suppose to feel or is it ? Why now ? She wasn’t ready not yet. He looked at her with his big hazel eyes and leaned in pressing his warm lips against hers; she remained as stiff as a corpse and couldn’t move. He gave a step back. "Don’t worry love; it is easy, just go with it." He leaned in again. This time she tried to relax. She opened op her mouth and tried to follow his lead. “Relax damn it, you have been dreaming about this just relax” His hair smelled like cigarette smoke and his mouth tasted like popcorn, it was movie night after all. She tried to think about something else, she tried to push her heart back down her throat, she tried to hide her teeth and that reminded her of 3 weeks prior to this moment.

She was chatting to her friend Anje, she was the one of the hottest girl in school and knew about everything when it came to boys. The boys also knew she wasn’t shy and that she would quickly “put out” by the drop off, well, pants. She asked her friend about kissing and how to do it. Anje was readily available will all sorts of information and gross details, about too much spit, too much tongue, too much teeth, how you have to tilt your head and how you had to make sure not to bump heads or suffocate each other. Her tips included eating mints prior to the kiss. How could she have known that he would kiss her. Anje also mentioned to make eye contact. She couldn’t open her eyes she was too scared. He will see the fear in her eyes and then he will tell everyone. She wanted her first kiss to be perfect. But she couldn’t breathe, she wanted him to stop, she wanted to breathe. Anje told her to practise on an orange, you had to make a little hole in it and then to kiss the orange as if it was a boy. As she was practising, She thought that no one would ever want too kiss her, she was seen as being weak because she never stood up for herself or spoke or did anything much more than look at people, wide-eyed and timid. She was painfully shy and not pretty or cute, she was awkward. Who would want to kiss her ? Anje forgot to mention that kissing an orange for more than hour will leave your tongue raw and your lips dead.

He pulled away, gave her a peck on her forehead then hugged her tight with his big arms. And then he just smiled at her. She took a deep breath. The kiss felt as if it would never end. They heard a noise and looked down the hallway. It was Rene, her eyes were glassy, and she just stood there. Rene looked at her and gave her the notorious “Who the fuck do you think you are?” look. She looked down, she knew that her sister would found out and that she would be in trouble, she also knew that if Rene wasn’t so close to tears that she would have given her one hell of an earful. Rene finally got the courage and spoke up, her voice trembling as she held back the tears “ James I though you said you were going home?” James let go of her hand and she turned to make her way to her room. “ She only heard James say to Rene that he was about to leave but got distracted”

That was all she was to James, just a little distraction. Fuck you James !

Image: http://www.ninjavspenguin.com/blog/2007/03/02/first-kiss-process-2/

Random

Please check out my friend's Blog " Loopy Liz" I am sure you will find her as delightful and funny as I do. She only started her blog, well umh like 5 minutes ago, but if you thought that I was kinda funny, I can assure you I am not. She IS funny.
Oh you can find the link in my blogroll ( on your right hand side )

In Other News
1. I realised that my butt is abnormally big in proportion to my body, I think the wrong part of my body decided to grow when I was pregs. How did I came to this conclusion ? Well if I stand in the shower, our super large extra special mega 2000 showerhead's spray is not large enough to keep my butt and back warm at the same time....

2. My project is coming along very well, I will NOT let this one fail....please don't let it fail

3. My husband is talking to me about sound systems as I am typing this and I am not listening to one word.....sorry honey.

4. Try to work this out in the top of your head 210 x 220 divided by 1000 x 1800, took me an hour and I had to recruit a group of people to help me.

I told you the post was RANDOM

New Project

I'm happy to announce that I am busy with a new project of mine but I am not going to tell you what it is, just yet.
I am so excited and it is so random and I so badly want to tell you about it all. I really want to finish the series first and then I can tell you, so watch this space.
Oh boy oh boy I am exited !!!!

I am flabbergasted

Dear ZSUZSANNA you can not talk about another continent - Yes darling Africa is a continent and South Africa however is a country - that you have never seen or read anything proper about ( meaning you can't go pull facts out of your ears ).....One sec let me chase the zebras out of the yard. Ok where was I, Who are you to judge a woman you have never met, did you even take the time to read her stories before you went and ripped her ovaries out ? SIS ON YOU ZSUZSANNA !!!!!!!!!!!! You know nothing,...one sec the damn monkey stole my baby again....let me repeat that, you know NOTHING about us !!!!......I am flabbergasted

See here and here

A few things

1. Don’t ever name your children Hendrieka or Jacorien, I mean seriously WTF (this part is for my cousin) again WTF WTF WTF ???? That is just plain cruel, no make that abusive.

2. I have picked up a new word RANDOM, got it from my very hip (don’t even know if hip is the right word to use in this day and age ) bro and his girlfriend. Everything is so Random dude !!! I don’t think I am suppose to add the dude part, dude is so 90’s.

3. I think my ear might be falling off….. .I have a majour zit behind my other ear, WTF ? it is as if the forces of ear-hood have decided that I am no longer worthy of my ears. Damn you, forces who ever you are, you earfuckers !!!

4. . My mother is still telling me what to wear WTF I am 25 and she decided that I will look sooo pretty on Miss A’s birthday with my pink and black top. I am probably going to end up wearing the pink and black top btw thanks mom.

5. My mother also bought Miss A a dress for her birthday, now she is also telling me how I must dress my child, RANDOM !!!!!!!

6. I am not so sure how to use the word RANDOM, I think I must call my bro

7. If you call and get the voicemail, and then hang up and immediately call back, I will ignore you. Voicemail is there for a reason, leave a message. Comprendo!!!!!

8. I just spend the last 10 minutes pondering the word Comprendo

In My Head

Some people read magazines on the loo, I think….

Shame poor Miss A is so tired, she has been sleeping non stop since the weekend…..was one hectic weekend…….damn I still want to puke just thinking of all that food, I should hav taken pics…..maybe all this sleep is her toofies… I hope it is…thank heavens my sister is a dental technologist maybe I can get some dentures for her for her first birthday party…crap still need to design the invite….( design invite in head ) …Holy mother of.. ….what is that smell, it is NOT me… I think the shower drain in blocked…..need to get to the shops as soon as I feel ok again… what in the world is up with my ear, don’t want to go to the GP, I like my gynaecologist more… I wonder if I can go to the gynaecologist for an ear infection……I feel like some chocolate, no make that hot chocolate with real chocolate num num……..really have to do something about the drain…how can I think about chocolate with this smell……I am faulty ….my one friend likes to say that about herself…I am going to steal that line, hope she doesn’t mind, so fitting….will get drain cleaner and chocolates……..I should have spanked the stripper harder on Saturday night, but I couldn’t feel my fingers….I think the stripper needs to go for some sunbed sessions, nothing sexy about a white ass...If I use some vanish mixed with jik maybe I will get my white T white again, I love that T..... that probably explains my ear infection, daaaammmmmnnnn this weather……I wonder if my bro and his new girlfriend is going to last....I like her, she is pretty……people will start to think that I drug Miss A, why is she sleeping so much, must be my child, I love my sleep….. I need sleep……let me go and design that invite already…….nooo wait let me go blog about my loo thoughts.......

Pre-wedding Bride's Party

I went to a kitchen tea yesterday, oh boy what a bore, but before I tell you more about that. Why in the world do they call it a Kitchen tea? I even went to Wikipedia about this one and although Wikipedia has never failed me, it had zero results for Kitchen Tea. I have never consumed any tea at a kitchen tea, only alcohol and coffee. This one didn’t even have any alcohol. I have never seen that the bride to be received tea as gift. Although I don’t think she would be to happy about dried tea leaves that she has to brew, instant tea is way to cheap and would just look common. Where do you buy tea leaves? I have never seen them, I also don’t see any tea shops. If you know of a tea shop in South Africa, please tell me, I want to brew some tea maybe it tastes much better than instant tea. I want to open my own tea shop instead of a coffee shop. Import all kinds of teas and get a tea expert ( don’t know what you call a tea expert ) to come and brew and taste the shit, cause I don’t drink tea. And if you want to drink coffee at my Tea Shop you will get Frisco…..

“The only results I did find was about the tea culture. “Tea is commonly drunk at social events, and many cultures have created intricate formal ceremonies for these events. Western examples of these are afternoon tea and the tea party. In the east, tea ceremonies differ among countries, Japan's complex, formal and serene one being the most known.”

We live in the South, I see no tea culture in the south. Why call it a Kitchen tea then ??

Enough about tea, back to the pre-wedding bride’s party. The bride to be is a doctor in the making and the groom to be my lovely cousin who is exactly 2 weeks younger than me is a dentist. The guest list included a few doctors to be, the bride to be’s stuck up mother and family, my aunt and mom who both felt a bit out of place. Me on the other hand got hubby to lend me his camera so I was resident photographer which was great because I had an excuse to not talk and the fact that I didn’t understand a single thing they are talking about. (Doctor’s talk) made it so much better. It also gave me an excuse to slip outside and take picture of the place and zebras, (another thing on my got to do list - buy hubby a zoom lens). I was way too scared to get closer to the animals.

I went to the reception area to ask them for a price list. The Manager thought I was a photographer (probably saw me outside with the camera snapping away) and asked if it was for my clients and that he would be happy to show me around. Me being as shy as I am just nodded and smiled I gave them my email address to mail me their whole pricelist. Only reason why I actually wanted the price list is because it will make a fab venue for Miss A’s Blessing. (Christening)

Can you tell that I am avoiding to write about the party itself?? I was so boring there is nothing to tell you. The bride to be is a bit blond; she had to guess from who the recipes came from by looking at a baby picture of the person. The photo would be a old sepia photo clearly taken in the late 1970’s early 1980’s. She then compared the photo to someone who was probably already married in 1970’s……. The bridesmaid who asked the questions has a mouse voice and nobody heard anything she said, so everybody just starred blankly and when the people in front laughed the rest would join in. The food was delish. The coffee was warm and tasty. The thank you cards was horrendous. The location was stunning. That people… was the kitchen tea with zero tea consumed.

Photo: Rademeyers Country Estate - http://www.hsg-wed.co.za/venue-v2.php?id=187

A little bit of this and that

When I decided to re launch my blog, I had so many ideas, so many topics and for the life of me I can’t think of one single one right now.

I could - A: browse the news and write some seriously depressing shit. B: Bitch about something extremely insignificant and make it sound absolutely horrendous. C: Write about my baby girl but Then I realised I am so NOT a mommy blogger and everybody already knows Miss. A is the most perfect baby ever. (biased moment ) D: Write about something silly out of my childhood. E: Write something about my pets, but I hate pet blogs, so I will not put you through “how my dog sniffed the cat’s butt”

Instead I am just going to give you a quick run down of my life as is.

The party planning went so well, I was highly impressed with myself……for about a week and then I got bored. That’s the thing about me, I get bored way to easily. I always start new projects and never finish them or it takes me a year to actually do it. I don’t have a year, I only have a month and a half. Which reminds me? When should I actually send the (non existing) invites??

It is really cold, I hate winter, I hate looking like a stuffed chicken and I hate not feeling any of my smaller limbs but I want to immigrate to Canada, yeah hell B I can c that going super smoothly for you and your chicken ass. Which reminds me, I should invest in a heater for the study…...

In the next 3 weeks I have so much going on, which means lots of blogging material. The one I am looking the most forward to is a Bachelorets party with a stripper called Jaxon a hunky sailor. Other upcoming events includes a Kitchen Tea WHOOPEE.... can you feel my excitement. Feel free to send some killer (not literally ) recipes for me for this one ASAP. It is also my cousin's wedding, I love weddings, but, S.A. wedding are so formal, so stiff, or is it only the weddings I get invited to? but that is a whole new topic on it’s own. My gran’s 90th yes people her NIGHTIETH Birthday Party is also coming up and she is alive and kicking seriously nothing can get that woman down even her hearing is better than mine on a good day. BUT that is also another topic for another day.

Lastly, thanks to those who inspired me to blog again, Thanks for reading. Now I need a smoke (You do know I have to do this OUTSIDE) Love you all madly and please do comment. !

Stick Figures

Just a quick comment on this issue. While browsing the celeb gossip pages tonight.
I couldn’t help but notice the stick figures and their over sized heads.

These women are not attractive in their current state. They do not make me want to be them, or buy anything that they are “spokeswomen” for, “Get perfect skin with (brand name) and get a dash of bulimia for free”

The media tells us to be thin, with countless infomercials about the latest 100 in 1 exercise equipment and the miracle cures for fat in a single bottle and not to mention all the models on the runways. But I’m not going to tell you how manipulative the media is, you know that already.

These woman are not thin, they are emaciated, skeletal, and just damn right UGLY.

Why do these numskulls starve themselves to death?
Why do you want to look like a Stick Figure?

Kate Bosworth

Then / Now

Posted by bottonz on November 12th, 2006

Putting away the Prada

So when is the time, to give up partying, long nights on the dance floor and waking up just to find a hangover hitting you over the head? When do you know, that now is the time to settle down and start your own family? When is the time to exchange that Prada bag for a diaper bag or giving up that flat tummy of yours for a bump?

One thing is for certain long nights and lack of sleep is going to stay.

BUT after thinking about it, I still wannabe a mommy.

Putting away the 3 inch heels for some comfy flats isn’t that bad, but here is my other burning question.

How do they do it.? Juggling a successful career, motherhood, devoted wife and running a household or is the super-mom status not so hard to achieve?
Super-moms, myth or reality?

But there is no turning back – I don’t want to turn back - I’m saying “goodbye past” and “hello very uncertain (but exciting) future”

I should be jumping for joy, but a knot of fear is unavoidable.

So I’m tucking in my jewelled undies and my inner model where they belong.

Motherhood here I come.

Posted by bottonz on November 7th, 2006

Fashion road-kill!

I know the road of life, is full of bumps and crap but do you have to walk it in those shoes? You have to wear “special” shoes to make the walk more fun. Ok, ok, maybe walking in fabulous 3 inch heels, that is killing your feet slowly, isn’t much fun, but at least you will look good while doing it.You deserve to look good.

Looking good = Feeling good,

and this is not good

Have you seen the amount of woman that becomes instant fashion road-kill after they get married? Why do they do that? Don’t they care anymore? Or is it the husband’s fault? Well I don’t have the cure for this awful epidemic, but I truly wish that we as woman will look at ourselves and say “I want to look the best I can for myself” Maybe we will feel better about ourselves and just maybe infidelity will stop or at least subside.

Don’t you think our dearest and nearest deserves to come back home to the woman he fell in love with. Instead to somebody who aged 10 years over night, wearing faded jeans, over sized t-shirt, no make up and slippers (now now – put away that stone - by all means if this is what you looked like before you got married, who am I to tell you what to do)

“But I’m overweight the only thing that fits me is oversized t-shirt”

Honey do I have news for you, no matter what shape or size, you can still look a million bucks, with a bit of effort and a bit of effort can do miracles for your self esteem. (Oh and self esteem does miracles in the bedroom)

Stop starring at your credit cards. I know most of the money goes into the house and the kids. I’m not talking about splurging money on the latest Versace and Prada, You don’t need designer fashion labels to look good. With a little bit of fashion sense – I know ALL woman have that in them somewhere – the right retail stores, mixing and matching and little bit of money, you can look and feel like the woman you are.

Fashion defines you but that doesn’t mean it has to make you broke. What is your style? What fashion tip can you bring to the table that will have you looking great, feeling amazing and saving money? There are so many ways that you can have it all!

So maybe you can’t be the perfect woman who wears white – and keeps it clean – well I’m not. But I’m certainly not going to go through life looking like fashion road-kill

Posted by bottonz on November 11th, 2006

Single in the city

This one is for all my single friends out there.

Seeing that I have found my one and only true love, I decided to write this to give you girls some hope, inspiration and blah blah …. Agh just read it

So I got to think about relationships and the relationships that I had in the past. There are those that open you up to something new and exciting, those that feels familiar and safe, those that brings up lots of questions followed by loads of problems, those that bring you far from where you started, and those that bring you back. But the most exciting, challenging and most important relationship of them all is the one you have with yourself. And if you find someone to love the you you love, well, that’s just fabulous.

The first thing I have learned from love is to never sacrifice who you are just because somebody else has a problem with it. Who you are and who they are won’t change and don’t think you will be able to change him.

So you want to settle? Most of the people you know are probably settling down or settling - because they are afraid that if the leave they will have to settle for less - and some of them won’t settle for anything less than butterflies.

For what will you settle?

You have to figure … if some of this world’s ugliest people can find love, there’s hope for you. Somewhere out there is another little freak who will love you, understand you, and kiss your 3 heads and make things ALL better. But what if you have to date several little freaks and all of them just makes it worse. Then you turn to your support system of freaks (you only have a few of them you know) your true friends. That is another valuable thing I have learned, you can never go through a terrible break up without a fellow freak holding your hand.

Forget about the past. Stop fantasizing about running into your ex (with a truck)
and move on. The past can be like an anchor holding you back from finding Mr. Right. So let go and let destiny lead you straight into his arms.

Is it EASY? Never. Your heart will be broken and you will break a few hearts, People come into your life and people go. But it’s comforting to know the ones you love are always in your heart.

I believe that all people deserve real love. Ridiculous, inconvenient, unpretentious, consuming, can’t live without each other LOVE.

My final advice, stay strong, don’t be afraid to take a leap of faith – even if there is no one to catch you – and last but not least NEVER QUIT

Posted by bottonz on November 11th, 2006 - Photo: http://www.trashionista.com

Romance in the 20th Century

When did real Romance die? I’m talking don’t want nothing in return, unselfish 18th century romance. Opening the car door, pulling out the chair, love letters, poetry and the unsuspected flowers (when it is not your birthday) at your door.

The Victorians were on to something. They valued romance. We on the other hand exchange letters for phone calls, love poems for emails and flowers for sex. Does true romance exist without good sex? And does Romance always have to lead to sex?

Did the men in our century become cheap or just plain lazy or don’t we like to be wooed anymore? Have we taken the romance out of modern society, Does that mean that men should now woo us with shoes and checks instead of roses and chocolates? Does that mean that they have to take us on dates to the shopping mall instead of the theatre? Maybe ladies we are the ones that have put a price tag up for romance and surely it has hit the roof.

Okay maybe (just maybe) small little gestures counts as romance, like bringing you a cup of coffee in bed, buying you a slab when he goes out to the corner café for smokes and milk and taking out the trash.

But I still wouldn’t say no to some Old fashioned romance.

Posted by bottonz on November 13th, 2006

For the Love of my life

Thought I would share this here…

I think it is crazy how I never thought that I would wake up one morning and have fallen in love. Every day I look at you and every day I think of you and it makes me happier and happier knowing that I can spend the rest of my life with you. I know I will never have to worry about losing you because I know that you will never leave me.

Sometimes I wonder why you chose me and why you are with me. I know we’ve gone through so much. So many hard times but many more good times. We share the same things, we try to understand each other, even try to be there as best friends, as soul mates. I even ask myself why you chose to marry me and I have no answers, only your love.

You have made me the luckiest woman on earth. You make me feel like I’m a star in the sky lighting up your life. You make me feel safe when I’m near you, wrapped up in your arms. Because of you I feel wanted, adored and loved in every way imaginable.
Because of you I am complete.

Thank you for telling me how much you love me every single day.Thank you for always being there for me, Thank you for your patience. Thank you for loving me, just as I am. Thank you for you and being the man that I have grown to love beyond words.

This beautiful relationship that only you and I can understand. We don’t even need to be together, we are never apart. You are my soul mate, my best friend, my inspiration, my love.

You will always be the love of my life.

I love you

Posted by bottonz on November 7th, 2006 Photo: www.stefanusphoto.com

Disappointment

Unhappiness caused by the failure of one’s hopes, desires, or expectations:

The feeling that has overwhelmed me yesterday.

Alexander Pope once said “Blessed is the man who expects nothing, for he shall never be disappointed” How do you not expect? When there are only expectations left. How do you look at the future with un-dreaming eyes? Eyes for which disappointment is not disappointing.

TTC messes with your mind and puts you on a rollercoaster of emotions that sometimes makes you feel like the shoulder harness malfunctioned and you’re just hanging on by the edge of your fingertips which are slowly losing their grip.

Well I might be disappointed, but. Disappointment won’t shake me and heartache won’t break me.

Today is a new day full of hopes, dreams and desires. Am I setting myself up for yet another disappointment.

Well I will just have to wait and see…

Posted by bottonz on November 11th, 2006 Photo: http://www.allposters.com/