Showing posts with label Family. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Family. Show all posts

Monday, June 1, 2009

Not so much into the nicknames...

Apparently I slightly resemble Betty Boop. Cute right?

Not so much.

This has unleashed many horrific nicknames spurred from this...

Bethie Boop


Betty Boopie

Bethy Boopie...

And the greatest Bethie Boob.

Nice right?

I'll let you be the judge here:

Betty Boop? Maybe not so much...

Tuesday, May 5, 2009

Kids say Funny crap II

I checked my emails this morning only to receive an email from my 10 year old sister. She just got an email address to help her keep in contact with her friends that are moving away. She needed technical assistance, so she sent me this email.

subject: What is Dom's thing?

i have it but i has drafts what is wrong???????

I has drafts too. It's a lot like swine flu. Deadly.

Sunday, April 26, 2009

Kids say funny crap

Last night was my father's birthday. My 8 year old sister leans over to hubs and says...

"I know stuff. Jacob Zuma is a very bad man. And Barrack Obama kills babies."

I could have died! How funny is that?!

Tuesday, April 21, 2009

Yesterday I learned

1. I am no good at HTML

2. My side bar is too cluttered.

3. Being eight years old is the best age in the world.

4. Kindred spirits often have differences about really important things.

5. Sometimes I get really frustrated with those I love the most.

6. Men are really confusing.

7. Mac and Cheese was meant to be eaten with ribs.

8. Eating too much Mac&ribs make a really sore tummy when topped off with birthday cake.

9. At times, I am interested in nothing but sleeping.


10. I am not a ninja and should really stop trying to high kick the door frame. or Hubs' face.

Thursday, April 2, 2009

Heavy meddle.

So, I consider myself an adult.

(Apparently, previous to being married I considered myself an-almost-adult.)

Anyway, now that I am an adult I have all these new *wonderful* experience.

Like.... the wonderful joys of...meddling.

Previous to marriage no one gives a rats ass about your future plans in life. No one seems to give a crap about how many children you want to have (and conclude with intellengent people having more children to repopulate the planet with clever children. Or how 4 children is too many for the earth to sustian), whether you want natural birth (because it's the 'natural' way), or whether you are using the pill as contraception (because it might just maybe make you sterile). I never had any of these conversations before.

No one cared how often I did my laundry or if I fed my husband five fruits and veggies a day and gave him a multivitamin.

Now, however, these are questions that are asked. And I am still dumbfounded.

(Allegedly I am now his lover, mother, house keeper AND doctor. hmph)


My mother's birthday was yesterday and she was hit with the meddling aunt. And boy, did I take notes! She was very gracious and kindly thanked the aunt for the advice and firmly corrected her. These things in her life were just fine. The aunt may not have shut up right away, but she did eventually.


I learned so much last night about handling meddling friends and family (and people who think they are or should be family).

How do you handle meddlesome people in your life? Extra points if you share a story.

(Because I'm totally into the point system)

Wednesday, April 1, 2009

April is birthday month.

I’ve been craving birthday cake…and for good reason. In the next four weeks I have 9 birthdays of my family to celebrate including my own.

Parties are the bomb.

Stay tuned for the chaos to come...

Friday, January 23, 2009

How off beat are you?

I like to throw spanners. Metaphorical spanners of course... I'm not too sure what an actual spanner actually looks like.

But I digress.

I'm not to into the 'traditionality' of anything. It's a wonder that I stayed in res as long as I did. (My res was really just a sorority with a different name and more booze. And more traditions. and more booze)

This has been a bit of a heater when it comes to the wedding. Well meaning familiy members are concerned about the untraditional elements in my wedding and the strangeness that is me. All I have to say to them is "merr". Which is not an acronym for anything but rather a sound emitted by the non-caring.

I go to church and have piercings and a tattoo. You would probably guess this, so it probably won't come as a surprise, but I have been told no less than 3 times in the last few months that I may or may not be going to Hell for 'disgracing' my temple. Merrr.

All in all, I have elements of myself that do not fit into the classic labels that I have either adopted or been forced into.

But what I am not into is the contest to show off how off beat (weird?!) I am. Not into this. My little bro is big into labels. He's 17. Who can blame him?

This irritates me to no end. If I hear about how 'jock' something is. Or how 'emo' or how freakin' 'preppy' something is, I may or may not rip out my gullet and slap him with it.

My conversations are usually:

Me: What are your opinions of the guy across the street?

Yoshi: He's such a jock I totally hate him.

Me: And his sister?

Yoshi: Ah she's ok.

Me: Why is she ok and not her brother?

Yoshi: *looks at me like my brain is dripping from my ears* because she's metal.

It's fantastic that he says this. Because then I get images of metal people.

I full-on don't understand why you would want to put yourself into a certain label. Every person I have met is more complex than any label.

So I am asking you, (if you are still reading this) what labels have you adopted? Why have you adopted them and why you don't actually fit into this label?

Wednesday, December 31, 2008

2008 and it's vibe

Due to the craziness that continues across the country as we are still on holiday, I have had a really difficult time sitting down and focussing enough to write something worth your time.

This has technically always been my problem. When have I not wasted you time? Maybe
only here.

And that's because I didn't even write it!

Today is the 31st, despite my own constant forgetfulness about the date. It is indeed the final day of 2008, a year overflowing with joy, happiness, friends and family.

I found this questionnaire here. Her blog is great. Give it a read because she is funnier and a better speller than I.

1.What did you do in 2008 that you’d never done before?

Being proposed to. Had a *severe* wardrobe malfunction. Went to university. Got a Ta too.

2. Did you keep your new year’s resolutions, and will you make more for next year?

I make the same resolutions every year. Every year I fail miserably. Next year I will probably make them once again... I am just that sadistic.

3. Did anyone close to you give birth?

No! The group of us married (slash me being soon-to-marry) girls are all waiting to see which one will fall preggo first. They have all been married a year or two longer so they shoudl get on it!

4. Did anyone close to you die?

No. Thankfully God has been gracious.

5. What countries did you visit?

Mozambique and The Free State. I am pretty sure The Free State is it's own strange and backwards country.

6. What would you like to have in 2009 that you lacked in 2008?

A Husband. A South African Driving Licence. A smaller butt.

7. What dates from 2008 will remain etched upon your memory, and why?

16 August, the day that the Fi proposed. *sigh*

8. What was your biggest achievement of the year?

This. It's one more step away from her.

9. What was your biggest failure?

I lost my wit. Here I can just link this entire blog...

10. Did you suffer illness or injury?

Sprained ankle twice. Several icky flus and colds. Multiple mystery bruises and the most recent unknown injury to my toe that has left it purple and in pain.

11. What was the best thing you bought?

My tattoo. It's my constant reminder to breathe life in.

12. Whose behavior merited celebration?
The Cope. Next year South Africans might actually have a Democratic election and a chance to break away from the corruption of the ANC.

13. Whose behavior made you appalled and depressed?

The choice of the US election candidates.

14. Where did most of your money go?

University and the revolving items. And developing pictures.

15. What did you get really, really, really excited about?

The wedding.

16. What song will always remind you of 2008?

Sting. His music was the soundtrack for my year at university.

17. Compared to this time last year, are you:
a) happier or sadder?
b) thinner or fatter?
c) richer or poorer?

Happier definitely. I'm probably the same size. And most definitely poorer in money. But I am most definitely richer in other areas of my life.

18. What do you wish you’d done more of?

I wish I enjoyed res more.

19. What do you wish you’d done less of?

Less stressing about Spanish!

20. How did you spend Christmas?

With the family and the Fi. Chilling SA style.

21. Did you fall in love in 2008?


22. What was your favorite TV program?

Whose Wedding is it Anyway, Grey's Anatomy and Army Wives

23. Do you hate anyone now that you didn’t hate this time last year?

Probably. I am a really not-nice person most days. But lucky for them I am also a terribly forgetful one as well.

24. What was the best book you read?

eh, I read a lot of books this year. The best one? Anne Rice's Vampire Chronicles were actually surprisingly good. I had not read a book like that before and really enjoyed it.

25. What was your greatest musical discovery?

Wind it by Jody. Can't get that song out of my head despite hate/loving it

26. What did you want and get?

A ring.

27. What did you want and not get?

A discontinuation of country music.

28. What was your favorite film of this year?

Were there any great films of this year?

29. What did you do on your birthday, and how old were you?

I turned 20 and went on a picnic with the Fi and the family.

30. What one thing would have made your year immeasurably more satisfying?

A licence or maybe the set box of Greys.

31. How would you describe your personal fashion concept in 2008?

This year my personal fashion consisted of the "I'm too broke to buy clothes" look, combined with the "I live at res and res food sucks so bad that I am putting on weight and don't really have anything to wear" look, followed by the "I am no longer in res and losing weight and can't keep my clothes on"

32. What kept you sane?

Weekly phone calls from the Fi. Dancing with the flatmates. Chilling with my gnomies.

33. Which celebrity/public figure did you fancy the most?

Johnny Depp.

34. What political issue stirred you the most?

South African politics
always stirs me up.

35. Who did you miss?

Meeka the BFF

36. Who was the best new person you met?

I met the most incredible group of girls that I lived with.

37. Tell us a valuable life lesson you learned in 2008.

Things don't always work out the way we planned but sometimes better!

38. Quote a song lyric that sums up your year.

"That was when I ruled the World"

Saturday, December 27, 2008


I know you loyal readers definitely missed me. I know, I know. It's good to be back.

I had a wonderful Christmas with my family and the Fi. The entire day was spent lounging around, braaiing and eating said braaied food. Yum. Over and over I looked around and thought, 'Man, I am so blessed'. Because I am.

After the whole debacle about Christmas presents, everyone thought up gorgeous presents for the Fi and me.

I must have been a very very good girl this year.

My parents bought us one of these:
Since we didn't have a television. It is glorious! I can't remember the make or size or anything of it, but its ours and that makes it special. In addition we got one of these too:
Same unknowledge of make and size and things. That's what the man is for! You know what I know? I know that ours is black and ours. and shiny. and plays DVDs. Hooray!

The Fi spoiled me with a puzzle with a beautiful picture that I have been lusting after and one of these:

It's possibly the nicest wallet I've ever owned. I mean Mr Price R30 wallets PALE in comparison! Thank you! :)

So that's my bragging! Especially because my sisters, brother and aunts all spoiled us with magazines, kitchen goods and photo frames. *sigh* I must have been very very good.

The Fi and I have been busy moving his junk...err... things around into the place we will be living in after we are married. It is a beautiful flat complete with balcony and an extra room deemed 'the study'. This makes us sound educated and intelligent and well, that's the vibe I am going for. Inside The Study we have his books (soon to be joined by my books) and his desk (soon to be joined by my desk) and all the smart things we can possibly cram in there to be- you know- studied.

I do suppose that is the best synopsis that I can give you, dear reader, this evening. I am tired. I have 70 more Thank You for Attending the Wedding cards to produce. I probably should go do that.

Or maybe I'll just go to bed and sleep off the cramp in my tired-of-moving shoulder.

Sunday, December 21, 2008

Shameless Plug

So yesterday my baby bro started his own blog. Please go show him some bloggy love. Thanks. Check it out here

Have a wonderful Sunday!

Thursday, November 27, 2008

The normal Thanksgiving schpeel

Apparently today is Thanksgiving. So Happy Thanksgiving! Eat, Drink and be Merry.

Obviously Thanksgiving isn't a holiday (or even mentioned) here. This makes me sad because we could always use a little count your blessings time.

Blessing #1

There is a program that a local radio station is conducting. It is called the Christmas Wishlist by Highveld The idea behind this is that businesses donate goods in order to help people who have had a hard knock in life. This morning an 18 year old girl was the person helped. She was looking at raising R125 000 in order to pay for University. She had lost both parents recently and could not affford this despite being accepted into a very good design school. Standard Bank donated to her all the funds for her fees, meals and everything she would need for the next 3 years.

Generous people who care, this is Blessing #1

Blessing #2

Last night my mother stayed up late with me in effort to finish these damn invitations. Purely anyone who can tolerate me for that long deserves a metal. In this catagory are my incredible friends without whom I would be a blubbering mess of an idiot.

My friends and family is blessing #2

Blessing #3

The Fi. He never fails to make me laugh (even though sometimes its AT him)and to romance me. I am so thankful for him. *sigh*

Blessing #4

I have a job. I do not have a life-threatening illness. I have people around me who support me and those around who don't. I have a place to live. I have food to eat.

Life's big little things is Blessing #4

Blessing #5

Opportunities. There are few people whose pipedreams become reality. I really can obtain my dream. I have so many opportunities to do what I want with my life and that in itself is a HUGE blessing

These Top 5 things are the things that this little South African/ American is thankful for today.

Friday, November 21, 2008

The Pursuit of the Grown Up Within Me

I live in-between worlds at the moment. I am not yet married, but no longer single. I am an adult back living with my parents. I am no longer a student, but don’t really have a steady job yet. I kind of have a position here and there but still drift in almost unemployment. I am almost registered at the distance learning institution but not quite. I still have to find the funds for the first instalment of payment. I am kind of this and kind of that but not definitively in anything.

I am not normally this girl. I usually have a plan A, a plan B and if all else fails, a miserable plan C. I bounce between plan A, B and C but never ever drift between. So this is new and strange to me. I like categorising myself. Giving words to myself makes me feel more understood by myself and even more place-able in the world.

Most of my dissatisfaction stems from my own confusion regarding my studies. I love studying. However I love the Fi more. And so I have to compromise. He is also compromising in his own elements for me and I do not feel at all cheated by this concept. Instead of returning to a University to attend formal lectures, I have opted to study via correspondence. Since the Fi is changing jobs to a company in the East Rand (40 minutes without traffic from Pretoria) I just cannot envision myself having the patience to drive everyday to Pretoria. Maybe for a few weeks but since I want my Masters in English; I cannot promise doing it for a few years. I am just not that motivated. I currently battle to walk the 15 minutes to my lectures. See? Would not happen.

Other motivations are perhaps more personal and revolve around my desire to not tax my marriage from the start, personal convictions about the importance of an education, and that burning edge to get a head start in the writing business are all feeding my hurry to get enrolled.

Not everyone is seeing it this way. The disapproval is based on many of my seemingly bad choices. I am again reduced to that little girl who cannot remember how to tie her shoelace. Ugh! This shouldn’t affect me. I’m too... me to need the green light from others. But I have to be honest here. I need this green light. I need that acceptance.

But I am not going to get it.

I guess this is how one grows up. They make decisions despite their approval rating and take responsibility regardless if it flounders or flourishes. Maybe they drift in-between until they decide and move forward.

So here I am deciding. Moving.

Hoping this doesn’t bite me in the ass.

Monday, October 13, 2008

Kitchen Teas

My mother raised me to be pretty self sufficiant. Want a sandwich? Make a sandwich. She also raised me to not always get my own way (hence the one television in the massive household of my growing up days.) She also taught me to never take advantage of those who are generous.

These are all great things. Today these manners are troubling me.

I have a hard time graciously saying thank you. Christmas time, I get a present and I say thanks and plot my next year's gift- at least as equally as awesome as the one I received. Paying them back for their generosity. If someone helps you doing something you help them right?

My flatmates are currently in my flat decorating it for my kitchen tea in an hour and I am not allowed to help. They are great friends and after half organising it realised they wouldn't be able to actually keep it a secret and informed me what will be going down.

I really love these girls. They are amazing. But I just don't know how to gracefully say thank you and enjoy myself. This is really straining my manners to the uttermost limit. I know though, in just a little while I will be ecstatically excited because my friends are incredible and I am supremely blessed to know them.

Friday, October 10, 2008

To watch or not to watch...

I attract drama. Some people seem to thrive off it, magnetise towards it and dwell in it like a momma bear in her cave. Me, I am one of such people.

This becomes a tad bit easier to understand when I say that my two favourite TV programs are Grey's Anatomy and Army Wives. South Africa is a season behind the States in most programming and right now the beginning of the second season of Army Wives is showing. Let's just say I bawled my eyes puffy and red until 3 am one morning after watching the finale of season 1 and then again at the next weeks beginning of season 2. Every subsequent episode I re-live the moments of terror, agony, and sorrow experienced through the characters on the program that now I well up at the very mention of this program. It's down right pathetic.

Usually, I watch it with my 16 year old brother. He records it during the week then when I journey to my folks home for the weekend I watch it with him in the late hours of the evening and we (yes, even he) cry together. They are really special moments for us when we both feel like inseparable idiots... :)

Tonight, I got back much later than planned and the Fiance was over when we settled in to watch the latest episode. I snuggled against him thinking of the sweetness of the moment and his personal sweetness enduring such a 'girly' show when suddenly I realised that something felt obscenely out of place. A certain shudder came from the Fi. And as I looked up to see if my big strong man also needed consoling I realised... he was laughing. At my show. Laughing. And my brother not to be out laughed began his chant too. And there they sat laughing and I had the tears welling and the program was within its first 10 minutes. Without a recount of the entire events, it can be said that I did not get to enjoy the sweet drama leaking from every moment. Instead I got to fight ketchup being poured on my toes, kisses being stolen, and ticklish explorations of my armpits.

Why do I need to watch Army Wives with these men? When I am with them I get all the drama I need. But the lesson has been learned... When all I need is a good cry and some passionate drama I shouldn't rely on men to pull me through. But when I need a good laugh? Then I'll put my life in their hands. Because really, who doesn't love a nice ketchup-y toe once in a while??

Wednesday, October 1, 2008

Having kids

Two or so months ago my folks had an awesome business opportunity. My father owns his own company and this business has done EXTREMELY well. I actually can't believe it. There are now 4 almost 6 employees (I currently work there when needed and my fiancee might just be working there in the next few months as well as some random sales guy.) They will be open two years in March. I know. It's impressive. They were offered an all expense paid trip to Germany from their suppliers and, well, hello they totally took it. They left on Tuesday. Since it is holiday time I am back at my folks house from University and my kid sisters are home from school. I'm of course playing mommy while our mother is away.

Meet the sisters...

Allison is 9. She is a goodie-two-shoes who will do anything to make sure you still like/love her. Melody is 7. She on the other hand... oi. She's too much like me. She tells me today while we are walking to the supermarket that her greatest desire at this moment is to cross the street while the little red man is up. Because he can't make her not cross the road. I said, "Mel, there are cars driving when the red man is up. He's trying to protect you." She replies, "Well. I still want to. One day I will. And I'll show him." Glory.

They push, bite and kick each other. They pester me while I am working. Over- all this whole pretend mom thing sucks. Not that I haven't ever done it before, but then I had grown accustom to being at home. Now. Man. If it were up to me, and I didn't l-o-v-e the idea of being a pregnant woman carrying the child of the man I love.... I would never ever ever have a child. I feel as though I have been a second mother to these two- I am 11 and 13 years older than them. And I think I've got a pretty good idea of motherhood. No thank you. Until I see that pregnant lady waddle by. And I look at the Fiance and sigh, "Let's have a baby someday..." And he looks at me and agrees. Sooner than later. But just not too soon. After all, by the time the folks return and I go home this week might have burned some serious physiological skin.

Thursday, January 17, 2008

The Song of a Dying Man

My uncle has been battling with his health for as long as I can remember. He is, in short, a large man. He loves God with his entire soul and shows it. His generousity is astounding. His laugh; robust. His grasp on life is extreme. Yet, he is dying.

My uncle has battled with colon cancer for a while. The last that we were told, he was in remission. After this diagnosis his health improved as he ate healthier and lost weight. I just returned from a long holiday with he and his lovely wife and the sudden paradigm shift in my uncle's life concerns me. There is no more talk of years ahead and no more veggies and fruit. My uncle might just be keeping the secret of his returning cancer.

Sitting with him over biscuits and tea, I soaked up every ounce of wisdom I could grasp. I heard stories about trust and living-living hardcore for Jesus. This man is not bitter. He is enjoying everything.

It makes me wonder, when I die, am I going to be content with the life I am currently living as my uncle is with his? Do those that I love know the depth of my affection towards them? Reflection can never be a bad thing if it spurs a postive reaction. I hear my younger sisters have juat arrived home from school. I think it might just be a good idea to go see how their day went and soak up every little bit I can with them.