Different strokes for different folks

From the time Paula was born, until she was 5 years old we lived on a property adjoining my parents' property in a small town in the KZN midlands. Eunice and Impi lived in quarters on my parents' property and we had Goqo and her grandson Ndu living in their quarters on our property.

The kids loved it, they roamed freely between the two properties, in and out of each other's houses, a happy little gang of four. Naturally they would often eat together; if they were at my house at lunch time I'd give them sandwiches for lunch, if they were with Goqo or Eunice, they would tuck into whatever she was serving up at that point. And this is how Paula developed a love of traditional Zulu food. Her favourite was and still is phutu and amasi - crumbly maize porridge served with fermented milk. But she would happily tuck into madumbis or whatever else was on the menu. As long as I live I will never forget the day I came around the corner of Goqo's house and there was Paula, a toddler in nappies with a chicken head protuding from her mouth! "Walkie, Talkies" (chicken heads and feet) were on the menu and Paula was partaking with gusto!

As time went by the kids settled into a loose sort of routine; Ndu would usually come and have breakfast with me - Coco Pops or chocolate spread on toast were his favourites - and Paula would head off to Goqo in the morning and have phutu and amasi. Strange set-up, but it worked for us.

Nowdays not much has changed. Goqo and Ndu don't live with us anymore, but given the choice, Paula would still rather eat phutu and amasi. We love eating out and generally eat out at least twice a week (my large butt can attest to this fact). Rox and Paula have eaten out with us since they were a couple of months old, it's how we live. And yet frequently Paula will opt to have supper with Eunice instead of coming out with us. Just yesterday we were heading out to a local restaurant and Paula (yet again!) begged to be allowed to stay with Eunicie and eat phutu and amasi.

I truly don't get it, imagine wanting to eat sour milk and porridge instead of a delicious plate of prawns or calamari?! But hey, whatever makes her happy :-)


I have spent most of this weekend alone, and it has been utterly blissful. It's taken me a while, but I've come to realise that in order to remain a relatively nice, sane person I need lots and lots of me-time and this weekend I've had it in buckets and I'm feeling gooooood.

Last weekend was the annual "Staff Weekend Away". This year we went up to Cayley Lodge in the 'Berg. The 'Berg was at its beautiful best,
the company was fun,

the accomodation was lovely,

so it was all good - except for the bit on Saturday where I had the first hangover I have had in a very long time.... I didn't enjoy that experience one little bit!

That's what you get for discovering that the wine tastes uncommonly good up in the 'Berg and partying until 2:30am.... There will not be a repeat performance in the forseeable future, trust me!

So this weekend all alone in the quiet, quiet house has been like a tonic for my soul. The family have hung out at Lake Eland all weekend, there's a mountain biking thing going on there. I'm really happy for them, but I could not think of anything I'd like less - don't get me wrong I LOVE Lake Eland, but the whole mountain biking thang....not so much! (although I have to admit that some of those men in tights look mighty fine) The girls left on Friday afternoon and have camped there all weekend, my idea of hell! Grant has come home to sleep, but other than that it's just been me, me, me and the pets all weekend. Lovely.

So what have I done with all this alone time: Yesterday I got the Tidy-up Bug and whipped through the house, tossing out junk, re-organising shelves, potting plants, washing up a storm - very productive. Although I didn't manage to find my yoga DVD - how on earth can a DVD just disappear???

Today has been much more peaceful. Don't laugh, but I spent a lovely half hour on You-tube with Adam Lambert - I know, I know, it's very disturbing, but I love him to bits (Paula if you're reading this don't you dare go eeeeeuw! Even Mom's are allowed to like hottie celeb boys) Just listen to this and tell me he is not lovely! And before you think I have spent the whole day perving over young boys..... I have also done lots of other boring odds and ends around the house, not as fun as listening to Adam, but necessary and so much easier to do without family around.

So that's my weekend, hope yours was good too!

Happy Happy!

It's my blog's birthday today. 3 years ago I sat down to write my first blog post - I can't believe it's been so long!!

As you may have noticed..... my blog is going through a bit of a slump at the moment. I have considered shutting it down altogether (shock, horror!) but I'm not going to do that just yet. I am sure eventually I will get my bloggy mojo back, but until then, I will be popping in sporadically as I have been for the last couple of months.

It's also my Dad's birthday today, so Happy Birthday Dad! One year to go to the big 60!

It's also exactly 14 years since Grant and I wrote off my Dad's Mercedes, but we won't dwell on that.....

Nothing to say

So I haven't been blogging much, for no reason other than that, for once in my life, I have nothing to say. Life is just so normal right now. Everyone is happy, healthy (geez I probably shouldn't say that, it's almost an invitation for Paula to get sick!) and humming along quite nicely. Great for family peace and all that, but not such great blogging fodder - I always feel I blog a lot better when I am all drama-driven and uptight.
So I am going to leave you with some photos from Durban Day that we went to on Sunday.

Can you believe that my teenage daughter brought her book to a music show? You'll be pleased to know that eventually she did take her nose out of the book and in fact got quite excited about what was happening on stage.