Random thoughts....

* It's SO cold. I need comfort food.... beef stew and dumplings sounds good.

*Paula claims she has always disliked mushrooms! Please tell me I have not lived with my daughter for 14 years, eaten at the same dinner table with her every night and not noticed that? Surely not!

*Paula is going to have to pick the mushrooms out of her stew tonight

*There are 2 confirmed cases of swine flu at Paula's school

*There are 2 confirmed cases of swine flu at the school at which Rox works.

*Paula got sent home from school today, sick, but I don't think it's swine flu

*I am terrified that if Paula gets swine flu we are going to be in serious trouble with her asthma and all....

*Moving on......

*I'm really loving my Andrea Bocelli CD

*I have got a very silly crush on Adam Lambert.

*Paula dissed me on facebook about my crush on Adam Lambert - she said something about him being 20 years younger than me

*I may be old and decrepit, but me and my sole surviving ovary know hot when we see it and Adam Lambert is verrry, verrry hot.

*I'm not sure I like my daughter having access to my intimate thoughts on facebook

*I probably shouldn't post my intimate thoughts on facebook.

*I spend too much time on facebook

*Paula has decided she wants to study to be a paediatrician when she finishes school

*I'm not sure how I feel about Paula wanting to study medicine

*I have no doubt that she has the smarts and the determination to study medicine

*I always thought that Paula would become a writer one day, she is truly gifted at writing

*I just finished reading the latest Katie Fforde. Nice.

*I am about to start the latest Maeve Binchy

*I am heading off now, to do just that.....

Finally seeing the light?

I am an Anglican. And today I can say that with some pride. Something in the newspaper caught my eye this morning and I'm going to quote it for you:

The Anglican Church has taken a step towards accepting gay people in "faithful, committed relationships". The Anglican Diocese of Cape Town has passed a resolution asking church bishops to provide pastoral guidelines for gay parishioners living in "covenanted partnerships".

Some of the people I admire most happen to be gay and it really bugs me that those of them who are believers are ostracised by the church. In my heart of hearts I believe that Jesus would not have pushed these people away. I am very glad that the church I belong to is at least taking a tentative step in the right direction.

I'll be there for you

Jax comforting Rox on Sunday

R.I.P Nala

We had to say good-bye to our Nalie dog today. We found her this morning with a hugely distended tummy, a very uncomfortable old girl, clearly distressed. I immediately phoned our vet and he said we should bring her straight in. It appears that she had a twisted intestine. Unfortunately we had to put her to sleep.

Nala has been a part of our family for more than 10 years. She was such a lovely dog. So gentle and sweet. We're going to miss her.

Good-bye my Nals. I hope that where you are there are lots and lots of bunnies, for you to chase to your heart's content.... Love you my old lady xx

Harbouring a serial killer..of sorts...

I have a confession to make: I have knowingly been harbouring not one, but a few serial killers for the last few years. And the stress is beginning to get to me! Not to mention the corpses!

It all began the day after we moved into our new home a couple of years ago. Paula had her friend Michelle over and they were playing in the garden - oh sorry, I forgot tweens don't play, they hang out. Anyway, whatever, they were "hanging out" in the garden, when I heard a blood curdling yell and a shrill, yelping sort of bark. Rox is quicker off the mark, so she shot outside, where she too began to yell, I then hoofed it outside and was met with the most bizarre sight, a sort of "run past"; first a bunny, followed by my late daschund, Chelsea, with Jackie, the Jack Russell, in hot pursuit, followed by the 2 other dogs, then came Paula, panting and yelling, followed by Michelle, followed by Roxy! What was I to do? I joined in at the back of course..... It looked very much like a hysterical sort of "Locomotion" dance! And this people was the sight that greeted Michelle's mom, who happens to be my good friend Tania, when she arrived at our gate to fetch her daughter. We all ran past her, yelling frantically, as she stood at the gate, completely bemused and then very amused! This particular episode, thankfully, had a happy ending when said bunny managed to squeeze through the fence to its home on the other side.

That weekend I was sitting on the verandah, telling my parents-in-law this very story when our gate bell rang. Grant went to see who was there and then came to tell us that it was the owner of the bunnies, who was adamant that our Boerbul was in his yard, killing his bunnies. I refused to believe it. Nala is the most pathetically, harmless, great oaf of a dog that ever was. She is mentally handicapped (I'm not joking, she really is.) And she would not harm a flea. In any event, Grant went to investigate.

Humour me for a minute: Picture how you would feel if you were faced with Mother Teresa armed with an automatic rifle, blowing a couple of Calcutta's poorest of the poor to smithereens, with a big fat grin on her face. Well now you have some inkling of how I felt when Grant arrived at the gate, frog-marching my beloved Nala, who was wearing a grin the size of the Nile river, with bunny blood dripping from her loose jowls. Horrified. Mortified. And I swear I could hear Nala humming "I've - had - the time of my liiiiife....and I've never felt this way before...."

It was blatantly obvious that the fence between our property and that of the reckless bunny breeders was not doing it's job! That Monday morning at 8am I was on the phone to the builders, arranging for a large concrete wall to go up between us and the remaining bunnies. Nala was sent on holiday to my Dad's house in the interim and a couple of weeks later the wall was up. Problem solved.

Weeeell not exactly. It appears that concrete walls are there simply to provide a challenge for bunnies, not to keep them out. About a week after the wall went up I spotted a bunny playing in my veggie garden....

A couple of days later we were greeted by the sight of Jackie, bunny firmly clamped in her little lips... Fortunately that bunny was rescued and survived to tell the tale.


Since then Chloe has killed a bunny.


Believe it or not, our little cat Pepsi has killed a bunny. That was a particularly dreadful episode for me - I held the dying bunny in my hands and I completely lost my cool... thank the pope Rox was there to sort the situation out, because I was a gibbering idiot!

My precious cat Zip was found in the lounge with a dead bunny in his mouth, but this of course in no way proves that he actually killed the bunny. He's my favourite boy - he would never do an ugly thing like that.

The final straw came on Sunday. As I stepped outside to hang out my washing I found a dead bunny in Chloe's bed (there were no dogs in sight at the time, so the perpetrator of this crime has yet to be established). I pretty much flipped my lid. The thing is I simply cannot have this happening in my garden anymore. It wasn't that long ago that I read "Watership Down". I love bunnies.....

I wish the bunnies would realise that our garden is a bad, evil place. Why the idiotic owner of the bunnies can't control them I really don't know. His attitude sucks. But the bottom line is chasing bunnies is instinct when you are a dog (and, it would appear, a cat) ..... and if those bunnies keep on coming into our yard, my dogs will continue to be serial killers. And I am having a very hard time with this!!

25 Firsts

I found this meme on Natalian’s blog Twaddle and Twak (love the name of that blog!)

1. Who was your first prom date? I went to my Matric dance with Grant, we got married 3 ½ years later.

2. Do you still talk to your first love? In fact I do, but not very often. He lives in Cape Town now, with his wife and two children. We don’t see each other very often, maybe once in 5 years or so, but we chat on the phone on the odd occasion.

3. What was your first alcoholic drink? Beer shandy. Still love a beer shandy to this day.

4. What was your first job? I had a holiday job working in a Wimpy bar while I was still at school. I still feel the greatest sympathy for the staff when I walk into a Wimpy. You just can’t get that smell off your clothes, or your skin and hair!

5. What was your first car? A Toyota Corolla

6. Who was the first person to text you today? My bank, with my OTP

7. Who was the first person you thought of this morning? Oh that’s easy. My husband’s cell phone battery started going flat in the early hours. My first words were something along the lines of “Grant! I am going to KILL you!”

8. Who was your first grade teacher? Mrs Lazar. She was Canadian. Very sweet lady, which was more than could be said for my Grade Two teacher!

9. Where did you go on your first flight in a plane? My first flight was to visit my grand-parents in Cape Town, I was eight years old and very proud of flying solo. I flew solo quite a bit after that, as my parents were divorced and I'd often fly to see my father in the holidays.

10. Who was your first best friend and do you still talk?
Lisa and I made friends in Grade One and still communicate almost daily. She is and will always be, my very best friend. We have travelled a long road together, through boyfriends, marriages, babies, our parents’ divorces, moving home, bereavement….. the list goes on and on.

11. Where was your first sleepover? I can’t actually remember, but I’m pretty sure it would have been at Lisa’s house.

12. Who was the first person you talked to today? See number 7!!!

13. Whose wedding were you in for the first time? Either my mother’s or my father’s. They both remarried at roughly the same time.

14. What was the first thing you did this morning? Shrieked at my husband, see No. 7!

15. What was the first concert you went to? I can remember seeing Ipi Tombi when I was about 6. Music wise I was a late starter – I saw Michael Learns to Rock when they came to S.A in about 1996.

16. First tattoo? That is still on my to-do list!

17. First piercing? I got my ears pierced when I was about 5.

18. First foreign country you went to? England, as a teenager.

19. First movie you remember seeing? I truly can’t remember. I know that I saw Poseidon adventure at far too young an age, with the result that to this day, I won’t set foot on a cruise liner.

20. What state did you first live in? I was born in Gauteng, but relocated to KZN when I was 6 years old.

21. Who was your first room mate? Grant. But don’t tell my Dad okay!

22. When was your first detention? I was in Grade 8 (Standard 6) and I pretty much lived in detention – I had a very rebellious, mixed up year!

23. If you had one wish what would it be? I am copying Natalian’s answer here, it’s such a good one! To live in a crime free South Africa, now wouldn’t that be paradise?

24. What is one thing you would learn, given the chance? I’d love to be able to paint, but I don’t think I have the gene, I can’t even draw a decent stick figure.

25. Who will be the next person to post this? Whoever would like to do it, please leave a comment, so that I can come read your answers – I’m nosy like that!


I'd like to ask those of you who are that way inclined to please pray for little J today. Eight year old J lost his parents and his older brother in a fire in their home, on the West Rand, last week. Today he will be attending their funeral. He has been taken in by his aunt and uncle whom he loves very much and will be raised by them. J's uncle is a member of our extended family and we have known him since he was a young boy, I know he will be a fantastic father to J.

I'd really appreciate it if you would keep this family in your prayers at this difficult time.

I'm ugly...

When I stress it eventually shows. I am a great one for bottling up my stress (well until I get to the gynaecologist, who could ever forget that particular episode?) But generally I look as if I'm coping fine, when on the inside I'm in a state of complete turmoil... Until a few days later and then it shows. It's there for the whole world to see.

When Rox gets stressed she gets laryngitis, when Paula stresses her back goes into spasm and she gets asthma, Grant gets migraines and tummy troubles. And me?

I get ENORMOUS great cold sores. Hideous! I have tried all kinds of potions and lotions, I take loads of Vitamin B and it all works to some extent, but if I don't catch the thing as it is developing (and how can you when it happens in the middle of the night?) there it sits - on my lip. Uuuugly!

Rainy Days and Mondays...

Feeling down. It's been a tough few days.

On Thursday Eunicie was trying to pick a papaya and (I don't know what she was thinking!) she got a ladder and leant it against the tree and climbed up it... and she fell, but she didn't just fall onto the ground, she fell right down into the adjacent car-port. I reckon she fell close on 3 metres! I got a phone call from my Dad to come quickly as she had hurt her arm, badly. (My Dad is no good in these situations.) Rox and I gathered her up and took her to our local hospital. She had x-rays and it was established that she had broken the radial head in her elbow. It's a looong story, involving more visits to ghastly hospitals than I would have wished, and I won't bore you with the gory details but the end result is that she is having surgery on Thursday.

I have just had enough of hospitals and trauma. I spent SO much time in and out of hospital with my mom in the last few months of her life, last year . And then there was Paula and her surgery in January. I'm over hospitals now! Enough already!

What's on my iPod?

I've got to confess that I don't have an iPod, I just can't stand the feeling of having something in my ears. But if I did have an iPod, this is what would be on it:

You get what you give – New Radicals

Stumblin in – Smokie

Save a Prayer – Duran, Duran

Sometimes - Erasure

I touch myself – The Divinyls

Up Up and Away – The Fifth Dimension

Future Love Paradise - Seal

Wichita Lineman - Glen Campbell

Fantasy – Earth, Wind and Fire

Time to say Good-bye - Andrea Bocelli & Sarah Brightman

Africa – Toto

How Deep is your love – The Bee Gees

I Will Love You More Than That – Backstreet boys

Life is a roller coaster - Ronan Keating

Goodbye Heartbreak – Lighthouse family

Whose sorry now – Barbara Streisand & Barry Gibb

If Ever you’re in my arms again – Peabo Bryson

The way you make me feel – Steps

Soledad – Westlife

I belong to you - Eros Ramazzotti & Anastacia

Summer Nights – Grease

Patience – Take That

Shout – Tears for fears

Only You – Michael Crawford and Frances Rufelle

I Feel Fine – The Beatles

Take a Bow - Madonna

Wild World – Cat Stevens

Up Where we belong – Joe Cocker and Jennifer Warnes

Sunday Bloody Sunday – U2

Love is a losing game – Amy Winehouse

The Logical Song – Supertramp

Two out of Three Ain’t Bad – Meatloaf

Pure and Simple – Hearsay

What A Wonderful World – Louis Armstrong

If Everyone Cared - Nickelback

Penny Lane – The Beatles

Love is All Around – Wet, Wet, Wet

They Say it’s going to Rain – Hazell Dean

No Air – Jordin Sparks feat Chris Brown

Colourblind – Darius Danesh

Only Hope – Mandy Moore

Baker Street – Gerry Rafferty

Leave Out All the Rest - Linkin Park

Falling – Julee Cruise

Shine on Me – Watershed

You are the First, My Last, My Everything – Barry White

Gotta Get a Message to You – The Bee Gees

Make it With You – Bread

I’m not A Girl, Not yet a Woman – Britney Spears

Any Dream Will Do – Jason Donovan

Rainy Days and Mondays – The Carpenters

Vincent - Don McLean

Unfrozen – Danny K

Hunting High and Low – A-ha

Don’t Speak – No Doubt