29 August 2008


I promised to post, but I don't really have time to, so I'll just give you a status report.

Status report:
  • Working too hard at a boring job
  • Stressed about asking for leave
  • Hanging in limbo on a whole bunch of things

I am at a point where I feel like I need a really good cry....much like Sweets at the beginning of the week.

I officially hate this time of the year.

Have a good weekend.....

**P.S. go check out my hubby's band's MySpace page: www.myspace.com/staaldraadband - he's the one with the sexy sixpack**

25 August 2008

Living the good life

First off, a quick update on what I did this weekend...: absolutely nothing.

Right, now that's out the way, let me ask you this (especially to all the Bad Mommies out there)...is there ever a time you'll really know that you're ready to be a parent?

Hubby and I will be celebrating our 3rd anniversary on 24 September, and we've recently decided that we want to get pregnant. I'm 25 and he's 28, so it's a good age. We're fairly stable financially (who is ever really stable??) and a lot of our peers are getting pregnant or having babies.

I have also become unbearably broody.

I turn to mush whenever I see a baby, and especially when I see Hubby with one. I can't help daydreaming about our own kids.

So now I've gone off the pill (for the hormones, you know) and I'm doing the whole healthy eating thing, but we're waiting until November at least, as I have hypertension, and it will be listed as a pre-existing condition on my medical aid until then. After that, it's no holds barred....

....or is it? Being who I am (I have to read up on everything!!) I've gone onto every single pregnancy website that I could find, to see what they have to say about falling pregnant.....and now I'm not so sure anymore.

Am I really ready? Should I wait a little longer? Should we be earning more money first? Do I want that responsibility? Will my medical aid cover everything? What the hell is a doula? Can I handle the shift in my social life?

So I'm stuck now....I really want to read up on everything possible, but I also don't want to scare myself out of this completely. How does one really know that the time is right?

22 August 2008

Of Love and Spring....

21 August 2008


I found this on Exmi's (and I think I've been tagged just because I read it) blog.....I'm a sucker for lists!!

  1. Bold the ones you’ve had
  2. Strike through the ones that would make your great-grand kids gag from the after taste.
  3. Italicise potential delicacies....stuff that would go down with a double shot of tequila.
  4. Feel free to leave a running commentary.

Using my amazing powers on Google, I've placed a small description next to the unknown names. If there is something you're not familiar with....go look it up yourself
  1. Venison
  2. Nettle tea
  3. Huevos Rancheros – fried eggs on corn chips, served with salsa...sounds like a breakfast nacho
  4. Steak tartare – raw mince meat....blegh
  5. Crocodile
  6. Black pudding – sausage made from blood
  7. Cheese fondue – yes please
  8. Carp
  9. Borscht – beet soup with beef....could work
  10. Baba ghanoush – sounds delicious
  11. Calamari
  12. Pho – Vietnamese Beef Noodle Soup
  13. PB & J sarmie
  14. Aloo gobi – potato and cauliflower curry type thingy
  15. Hot dog from street cart – hell yes
  16. Epoisses – French cheese
  17. Black truffle – black, underground mushroom
  18. Fruit wine made from something other than grapes – this was a trick question, right?
  19. Steamed pork buns – yes please, Thai Pork Dumplings, basically
  20. Pistachio ice cream
  21. Heirloom tomatoes – grown from very old seeds (how would I know??)
  22. Fresh wild berries
  23. Foie gras – I like liver, okay
  24. Rice and beans
  25. Brawn or head cheese – gross!!
  26. Raw Scotch bonnet pepper – known to make hands and face go numb!!!
  27. Dulce de leche – milk caramel sweet thing...blegh
  28. Oysters – in tequila baby!!
  29. Baklava - blegh
  30. Bagna cauda – warm Italian dip
  31. Wasabi peas – roasted peas coated in wasabi
  32. Clam chowder in sourdough bowl
  33. Salted lassi – it’s like salty Yogi-Sip
  34. Sauerkraut – sig heil!
  35. Root beer float
  36. Cognac with a fat cigar
  37. Clotted cream tea – I’m gagging!!
  38. Vodka jelly – there’s another kind?
  39. Gumbo
  40. Oxtail
  41. Curried goat
  42. Whole insects – Mopani worms
  43. Phaal – it’s just curry
  44. Goat’s milk in cheese form – feta, haloumi....yum
  45. Malt whisky from a bottle worth £60/$120 or more – does Chivas count??
  46. Fugu – Japanese pufferfish....those things are poisonous
  47. Chicken tikka masala
  48. Eel - sushiiiii
  49. Krispy Kreme original glazed doughnut
  50. Sea urchin – at least I’ll have plenty of toothpicks
  51. Prickly pear
  52. Umeboshi – pickled Japanese ume fruit (it’s like a plum)
  53. Abalone – never, ever eat it in sausage form
  54. Paneer – Persian cheese
  55. McDonald’s Bic Mac Meal
  56. Spaetzle – German egg noodle or dumpling
  57. Dirty Gin Martini
  58. Beer above 8% ABV
  59. Poutine – chips with cheese and gravy
  60. Carob chips
  61. S’mores
  62. Sweetbreads
  63. Kaolin – it’s a rock???
  64. Currywurst
  65. Durian – that smelly fruit from Thailand
  66. Frog’s legs – when in Paris....
  67. Beignets, churros, elephant ears or funnel cake – some type of doughnut
  68. Haggis – no hell no!!
  69. Fried plantain – some sort of fruit from the Caribbean
  70. Chitterlings, or andouillette – pig’s intestines
  71. Gazpacho
  72. Caviar and blini
  73. Louche absinthe
  74. Gjetost or brunost – Norwegian cheese
  75. Roadkill - blegh
  76. Baijiu – liquor!! Bring it on....
  77. Hostess Fruit Pie
  78. Snail
  79. Lapsang souchong – black tea
  80. Bellini – more booze...whoohoo!!
  81. Tom yum – thai soup...very nice
  82. Eggs Benedict
  83. Pocky – chocolate on a stick
  84. Tasting menu at a three-Michelin-star restaurant
  85. Kobe beef – from a special cow.....right??
  86. Hare
  87. Goulash – beef goulash yes
  88. Flowers
  89. Horse
  90. Criollo chocolate – hey, it say chocolate
  91. Spam - yech
  92. Soft shell crab
  93. Rose harissa – it’s a spice with rose petals in
  94. Catfish
  95. Mole poblano – Mexican chilli chocolate sauce
  96. Bagel and lox – bagel with cream cheese and smoked salmon
  97. Lobster Thermidor
  98. Polenta
  99. Jamaican Blue Mountain Coffee
  100. Snake – should tast like crocodile (*read chicken)

No tags.....except maybe Angel (because you like baking so much)

20 August 2008

Flowers and things

I found this via Angel, who found it via Charmskool :-)

I am a

What Flower
Are You?

"Mischief is your middle name, but your first is friend. You are quite the prankster that loves to make other people laugh."

I die over dragons, so I couldn't possibly have gotten a better flower :-)

19 August 2008

Step by step

I'm starting to wonder if I maybe have a sleeping disorder......

My weekend consisted of doing next to nothing, and yet I still end up feeling tired on Monday morning. Most of my weekends have a very definite pattern: Friday night we decide on impulse, either a movie at the cinema or at someone's house, accompanied by a lekker kuier, which usually lasts until about 2am.

Saturday mornings from 8:30 to 10:30 hubby and I have band practice with the church band, after which we'll normally just go home and veg a bit, or go shopping or whatever tickles our fancy (we've been known to go to gym on Saturdays!!) I work at Greensleeves Medieval Kingdom on most Saturday nights, and get home at about 2am. (again)

Sundays are torture after a shift at 'Sleeves. Hubby needs to be at the church at 6:45am to set up his drums, and I have to be there at 7:00am for a sound check, so we wake up at 5:00am to get ready. We have two services, and then it's taking the drum-kit down again, so we get home at 12:30pm most of the time. This is the point where I disappear to our bedroom and fall blissfully into sleep.

This past Sunday was my sister's birthday, so we went through to visit my mom and celebrate the happy occasion. No afternoon nap for me, but I did get to bed at 9:00pm when we finally got home. I'm still bloody tired though.

I guess I'll live on coffee until I can get some more sleep.

15 August 2008

My Story - Part 3

As promised :-)

*when Blogger finally decides to work!!*

Part 3

Dad started dating FSM on a permanent basis. When my dad had his weekends with us, we would go through to Boksburg to visit at her house. FSM has three kids of her own; Oz, Porra and Fairy. We got to know them slowly and started getting along. (The innocence of children...*sigh*)

Oz is the eldest sister, and only a year older than me. FSM had a completely different set of rules and morals, and her kids could do pretty much what they wanted....hence why Oz hung out in the dodgiest of clubs at age 17. A month or two after Dad and FSM started dating, I was virtually commanded to go out with Oz, to bond and all.

Now my brothers and I were raised with a fairly conservative set of morals. We weren't to sleep around, take drugs, drink alcohol without the consent and supervision of our parents, etc. The usual stuff that old school Afrikaans parents teach their kids. Oz's world shocked me out of that naïve nutshell. My dad, blinded by lust, agreed that I could have the same curfew as Oz, and because her mom was okay with her staying out until 5am, so was he.

That evening I went with Oz to her best friend's house. He (E) lived just down the road from FSM, and was like a big brother to FSM's kids. He was also a drug addict, which FSM was obviously not aware of. We waited at E's house for another friend of theirs (L) to arrive. L was their good friend and dealer, and he was picking all of us up to go to Flyhouse in Boksburg.

He finally arrived at around 10pm, which I later heard was the time that most clubs really started pumping. There were 5 of us in total - myself, Oz, E, L and another friend of Oz's, A. We gathered into L's beat up VW Beetle, and set off for a night of fun, dancing and underage drinking. This was however, not how the evening turned out.

When we got to Flyhouse, the guys went in ahead of us, and myself, Oz and A had to lie our way in. Sadly (or luckily, in hindsight), A couldn't lie to save her life, and we weren't allowed inside. This was not a time where every kid had a cellphone yet, so we had to sit and wait for one of the guys to come outside and look for us. The first one to come outside, did so in a very unexpected fashion.

L had been caught dealing Ecstasy and Mandrax in the club by the resident dealers, and they were not happy about it. We sat in the shadows underneath a tree, and watched how they dragged him to a secluded spot. They shifted between searching and beating him, to find out where he was hiding the rest of his stash. After what seemed like an age, they moved to his car and searched every inch of it, taking the spoils for themselves. All the while, we hung back in the shadows, for fear that they might come after us as well. E joined us as we waited for the thugs to finish with L, and he had brought another friend (B) with him.

Eventually, the resident dealers finished with L's car.....and suddenly everything was happening very fast. L came running towards us shouting that we had to start running. As he turned towards his car, he continued that he would pick us up on the way, but if we didn't run now, the dealers would shoot us.

The 5 of us bolted across the parking lot and into the street. L came up behind us, and one for one we jumped through the window of his moving car to try and get away. I don't remember if we tried going to another club from there, but I do remember ending up at L's house....if you could call a single garage with a wooden side door in someone's yard a house.

L, E, A, B, Oz and myself bundled up into the tiny area that was not covered by the bed and the cupboard. I was the only one not tripping on something. (Ecstasy being the drug of choice among my compatriots) Somewhere along the way, B had taken a liking to me, and was sitting with his arms wrapped around me. I submitted, because I had no clue what would happen if I refused him.

Seeing as I was the only sober person among a bunch of charged-up junkies, I started getting pretty tired by 2am. I ended up falling asleep next to a sweaty B, who was doing everything in his power not to bite through his own tongue. No-one else slept.

At around 4:15, E and Oz had a moment of clarity, and remembered that we had a curfew. L, every the gentleman, dropped us off at FSM's house, moments before 5am. E and Oz where still tripping quite badly, and I ended up carrying milk and orange juice from the kitchen to help them get off their high quicker.

I vowed never to use drugs.

To be continued.....

*Oz: her name is the same as an Ozzie city

Porra: FSM's first husband is Portuguese, and Porra is his only son.

Fairy: My youngest step-sister from that side has a thing for fairies. I think she may be a Wiccan.

E, L, A, B: all their initials. As far as I know, both E and L have passed into the afterlife.

12 August 2008

Time flies when you're having fun!!

Whoa!! I can't believe how quickly the last 5 days have gone by. Here is a quick run down of events:


It was my cousin Louisa's birthday, and her parents had flown her up from Cape Town to celebrate. A whole bunch of friends and family converged at her parents' house to share food and company, and we had a ball of a time. I'm sure there will be photos on her blog soon.


I was woken up with very bad news. My parents home had been broken into for the second time since the start of July, and their two dogs were poisoned. This is about 9 months after a previous incident where our other dogs were also poisoned to get to my brother's car. The new dogs were thus not even a year old yet. My mom is in a terrible state, and I'm nagging her and my step-dad to get trauma counselling. The only other alternative is to move.


Nothing really interesting happened. We went to church as usual, went home after the second service, and then I passed out until about 19:00. We watched the 8pm movie on eTV and went to sleep.

I'll be posting the next installment of my story soon, so keep a lookout for that.


07 August 2008

My Bucket List

I decided to follow Sweets' example, and do a little bucket list for you :-)

  1. Go on a roadtrip through SA (waiting for the petrol price to come down)
  2. Record a song that I've written myself
  3. Own a sportscar
  4. Have twins (hubby is still freaking out over this)
  5. Meet hubby's long lost Greek family
  6. Get over my fear of spiders
  7. Go shark-cage diving
  8. Learn to speak Spanish and Zulu fluently
  9. Have a post card from everywhere in the world.
  10. Go white water rafting
  11. Walk on the Great Wall of China
  12. Write and publish a short story
  13. Work for myself
  14. Watch the F1 Grand Prix in Monaco.....from my own yacht
  15. Go for a hot air balloon ride
  16. Fly in a fighter jet
  17. Go to Mexico
  18. Join the Mile High Club (hehe)
  19. Have my own wine farm
  20. Live on a houseboat

Phew....that was not easy. I can honestly not think of anything else to add to the list? What does that say about me, I wonder?

04 August 2008

My Story - Part 2

I don't know how many parts this is going to have yet. You'll just have to wait and see...

Part 2

Mom moved out again. This time it was for good. She went to stay in Pretoria, close to the man who was the cause of the huge fight that we had the misfortune of witnessing. We'd known that my parents were getting divorced because my mom had fallen in love with another man. They told us that in the beginning. My late night talks with Dad revealed the sordid details....he had caught them together, quite by chance, in a garage parking lot. Hence his hissy fit.

Things went downhill between my mom and I at that point. My dad was quite happy to share every graphic detail of their fifteen year marriage, which I was surprised had lasted that long. Dad had somehow redeemed himself as my hero, and I wanted as little as legally possible to do with my mom.

I recall my father making us a promise. He promised that he wouldn't date until the divorce was final. He also promised that he would never get drunk in front of us again...I don't remember exactly when it happened, but the why of his second promised was (and still is) deeply etched into my memory.

Dad rarely stayed out late. He worked fairly close to our house, and we were always together for supper. This night he didn't come home. Eventually my brothers and I went to bed. It was getting late, and it was a school night. I was a light sleeper, and my bedroom door was directly across from the guest toilet on the kids' end of the house.

I remember waking up to the most disgusting noise. By that time of my life I had taken to closing my bedroom door at night, a fact that saved me from a much harsher experience. Dad was drunk, and was spilling his guts into the guest toilet. A close family friend was with him. Cleaning up the mess. The image of my father's feet and his vomit, as seen from underneath my door, is one that I will never completely be able to erase from my mind. He knew we'd heard him. He promised never to get that drunk again.

The divorce finally went through when I was 16 and a few months. It was as if Dad's closest friend (Uncle Mechanic - UM*) couldn't wait to set him up with a new lady. Enter Parrot, a sweet, yet naive woman, who seemed to be just what my dad needed. She was a divorcee as well, with one daughter whom she was raising on her own. She seemed to fit right in with the family, and pretty soon her belongings started travelling to our house. Dad was smiling again, and he kept his promises. Everyone was happy....but it was not to last.

Parrot couldn't match my father intellectually. It's not something that I hold against him or her. Things just weren't meant to be. They had one quick fight, and we never saw her again. Within months UM and his wife had Dad on a date with someone else. I knew things would never be the same when Dad told me about their first date.

Future Step-Mom (FSM) worked at a company close to Dad's office, and everyone from UM's company knew her as the blonde from the parts shop. She was going through a divorce of her own, and was dating again. UM talked her into going on a blind date with Dad. They met at a bar of her choosing, and ended up getting pretty pickled. She lived in Boksburg and didn't want to drive home in her state, so Dad, ever the gentleman, invited her to our house. We were at my mom's at the time and Dad had the whole place to himself.

They eventually got home, upon which FSM promptly made it known that she slept in the nude. You can imagine what happened then.....and FSM became a permanent fixture in our lives.

To be continued....

*names obviously changed - I'll give a short description of my choice for nick-names whenever I introduce new people.

- Uncle Mechanic: close family friends, who we met through my best friend at school. The dad has his own successful workshop, but still worked on a lot of the cars himself. We still have contact with them.

- Parrot: She had a parrot who stayed with us in the final weeks before the break-up

-Future Step-Mom: as you can well gather, she is now our Step-Mom, to my personal dismay. You'll see why later.

01 August 2008

Flower Power