Saturday, August 30, 2008
Friday, August 29, 2008
Thursday, August 28, 2008
I regularly read a diverse cross-section of blogs. On the average day, I read the feeds of around 40 blogs or more. I know, I probably need to get out more ;-)
The blogs I read seem to fall loosely into a couple of categories:
* blogs that belong to my “blogging buddies”. I read these blogs to catch-up on what is going on in the blogger’s life and because I feel a connection to the blogger. I am not going to give examples for fear of leaving someone out by mistake and causing life-long offence!
* blogs I visit because of the fantastic quality of the writing and the content e.g. Tongue in Cheek (if I had to choose a favourite blog, "Tongue in Cheek" would probably be it), Scribbit, Cooksister, Bleeding Espresso, Food Blogga, Lulu's Petals
* blogs that are informative, these I read largely for their educational value e.g. Dermblog, iMod.
* Blogs about things I am interested in, in my case: parenting, “Mommy blogs”, cooking, reading
* Browsing through my blog-roll, I have discovered that I seem to have a penchant for blogs written by “transplanted” bloggers – bloggers living outside of their home countries. Or is it just that people living outside of their home countries feel compelled to blog? Interesting thought. In any case, there are many of them: Bleeding Espresso, Tongue in Cheek, Poppy Fields, Cooksister, Cotton-Pickin' Days, eLuckypacket, Charlotte’s Web and the most recent “transplant” Simone’s Butterfly amongst them.
* South African blogs. I read a good few blogs by fellow South Africans (take a look at the sidebar on the left listing all my favourite S.A blogs), we share a common history, we’re generally on the same wavelength and we write incredibly brilliant blogs ;-)
So what makes you read a particular blog? Which are your all time favourite blogs?
Tuesday, August 26, 2008
Monday, August 25, 2008
We browsed the Midlands Meander a little, had a pub lunch at Rawdons Hotel and spent some time looking at the horses at the resort. We also got to spend some family time with Impi, which was lovely as he is having a very busy term at school and is not getting home much. Paula misses him dreadfully, so she really enjoyed doing some bonding with her bro'. And that was our weekend in a nutshell.
(I won't mention a particular rugby match in which the Boks got slaughtered by the Aussies... or the fact that the Olympics ended with us having won exactly one medal.....sob, sob)
Talking about the Olympics did you see Maarten van der Weijden who won the Men's 10km swim? Oh my word! Gorgeous, gorgeous, gorgeous! And he is a leukemia survivor, what a man.
Wednesday, August 20, 2008
Tuesday, August 19, 2008
Our conversation last night went something like this:
Grant: "Did you hear on the radio about how they selected the woman to be hostesses at the Olympics?"
Me: "No, why?"
Grant: "It was crazy man! They had to have university degrees and their eyes had to be 3/10s the length of their faces and they had to show exactly eight teeth when they smile"
Me: "You're joking!"
Grant: "No serious, they had to practice by standing with a chopstick in their thing showing 8 teeth for hours on end"
ROFLOL. Of course by "thing" he meant MOUTH, but I had this really wacky image in my head of woman standing with chopsticks in their "you know whats" teeth bared. I was absolutely roaring, mascara pouring down my cheeks with Grant and the girls staring at me, verrry, verrrry puzzled.
Sorry, I will get my mind out of the gutter now.....
More about the selection process here
Monday, August 18, 2008
There is someone I have dealings with almost daily, who truly, honestly believes I am someone completely different from the person I really am. I hate to say it, but I think she is almost a little scared of me! And truly, from the bottom of my heart I can tell you that I am anything but scary.... I am the world's worst naff. Cowardly, shy, neurotic, weak, insecure..... I'm all of those; but scary, nope, not me.
It's no big deal really, what this person thinks of me has no real bearings on my life, but it just bugs me that she thinks I am this slightly mean, scary person. The frustrating thing is that nothing I do seems to convince her otherwise. I have been friendly to the point of gushing and she still has this well-developed sense of suspicion around me.... I kind of want to walk in there with a sign saying "Hellooooo I'm a nice person, honest!"
Friday, August 15, 2008
Blog Action Day is happening on 15 October, and this year the theme is "Poverty".
Don't know what it's all about?
Simple. Blog Action Day is a day when a whole bunch of bloggers (and podcasters and videocasters) unite by posting about the same topic. The idea is that this "blogfest" will raise public awareness about the issue at hand and also generate some interesting and diverse viewpoints.
Feeling tempted to add your voice?
Great. Head along to the Blog Action Day 08 homepage and register. It's quick and easy! Then don't forget to post on 15 October 08.
Please leave a comment if you do decide to register so that I can be sure to swing by your site on 15 Oct.
Wednesday, August 13, 2008
....................................................................More of the same!
Tuesday, August 12, 2008
I think back to New Year’s Day 2005, Grant and Roxy were umming and aaahing about going cycling, the weather wasn’t looking too good, but they felt like getting on their bikes. They eventually decided to ride, Grant had a bad fall, ended up in surgery having plates and pins inserted into his leg and that night suffered a DVT and landed up spending a few days in ICU. For a little while, things were touch and go. Had they not gone riding that day and opted instead to stay at home, would Grant have avoided that life-threatening situation?
I find it so interesting that a seemingly straightforward decision can have such far- reaching implications. I am also so glad that we don’t always know how life changing a particular decision will be.
Thursday, August 07, 2008
Wednesday, August 06, 2008
1. Helplessness in the face of illness or injury
2. Worry. I’m a born worrier and having kids just cranks that up a level or two. I worry about my kids a lot. I worry about their safety, I worry about their health, I worry about their futures... I worry about car accidents, drunk drivers and hi-jackings, I worry about Imps picking up a serious sport injury, I worry about the choices they make, I worry…….You get the picture?
3. Dealing with toddler tantrums and teenage hormones (and we have rather a lot of those in the mix at the moment….)
4. First day at a new school. Watching them venture off all nervous and vulnerable, it’s horrid!
5. Boy-friends! Everything about them. Nuff said!
6. Dealing with sibling fights. As the mom you are in such a precarious position in these situations – you love both of them and you don’t want to appear to be taking sides, the situation is fraught with potential pit-falls. And I manage to fall into the pit again and again....
7. Seeing them being unfairly treated – by friends, teachers, sports coaches, whoever. Stuff happens and they have to learn to deal with it, but it is so hard watching it happen. It’s also horrible to see them lose their innocence, to see them realise that life isn’t always fair or just.
8. Those “end of an era” moments – when you throw away the last nappy (diaper), the last baby bottle, when your little girl wears a bra for the first time, your daughter’s last day at school... It’s in these moments that you realise that your babe is growing up and you know that you can never steal those “baby” moments back again. It’s heart-breaking!
9. When my kids look at me with a certain, patronising look of complete incomprehension – it’s a look that loosely translates to “What are you talking about? You are SO last decade!” You have to see it….
10. Letting go. It is SO hard and SO necessary
Monday, August 04, 2008
This morning, while I was examining the web of "fine lines" (sounds so much better than wrinkles) that have set up residence under my eyes, I happened to glance up and I saw what looked like a grey hair - the shock, the horror! So I plucked it out (ouch!) and examined it closely under a bright light, the results were inconclusive, so I layed it against a dark surface and I was forced to admit that it is indeed a snowy white hair.
My first grey hair. Mourn with me people.....
Sunday, August 03, 2008
Saturday, August 02, 2008
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