Saturday, 31 May 2008

Megan and Kaylin's Sports Day

Getting flags

Jarred and Megan with their Flags and getting ready for the parade

The Parade

The Baby Class War Cry

The Baby Class Teacher - Stienie in her garb

Megan's Class getting ready for the war cries

The pram races

Annelie's Boys' Race

Megan getting ready for her race

Ready! Steady! GO!

Riaan and Kaylin

Playing on the car with her Friend Getz

Kaylin on the Swing

The girls and Getz on the swing

Wednesday, 28 May 2008

From the Mouths of Babes

Conversation with Megan this morning

Megan : When am I going to the dentist, mum. Jarred went and got a silver tooth.
Me : Thats a Filling
Megan : I'm going to tell Jarred I'm going
Me : I'll make an appointment
Megan : Will I be going soon?
Me : Yes Megan
Megan : *chuffed* I'm going to tell Ryan that I'm going to the dentist. He hasn't been yet.
Me : Don't be a tattle-tale, Megan.
Megan : I'm no snitch!

How to Get Government to Endorse Mooncup?

Did you know…

On average, a woman will dispose of 11,000 sanitary products during her lifetime. This waste will either contribute to landfill or have an adverse effect on the sewage system. One company seeking to find a greener solution to women’s sanitary needs is Mooncup Ltd, whose product, the Mooncup, is reusable and environmentally friendly. Visit my website to learn more

As a distributor in South Africa of the Mooncup, I am keenly aware of the need to find and promote green solutions to everyday challenges, and I believe Mooncup should be supported in its efforts to market a reusable sanitary product.

How can we get government involved to endorse something like this?

Tuesday, 27 May 2008

Cosmetic Surgery

A tribute to all the Mums

This is for the mothers who have sat up
all night with sick toddlers in their arms,
wiping up puke laced with carrots and
bright pink cold drink saying,
"It's okay honey, Mummy's here."
Who have sat in rocking chairs for hours on endsoothing crying babies who can't be comforted?
This is for all the mothers who show up atwork with spit-up in their hair and milk stainson their blouses and nappies in their handbags
For all the mothers who run carpools andmake cookies and sew Halloween costumes.
And all the mothers who DON'T.

This is for the mothers who gave birth to babies they'll never see.
And the motherswho took those babies and gave them homes.
This is for the mothers whose priceless art collections are hanging on their refrigerator doors.
And for all the mothers who froze their bumson metal bleachers at football or soccer games
instead of watching from the warmth of their cars.
And that when their kids asked, "Did you see me, Mum?"they could say, "Of course, I wouldn't
have missed it for the world," and mean it.
This is for all the mothers who yell at their kids in the grocery store and swat them in despairwhen they stomp their feet and scream for ice cream before dinner.
And for all the mothers who count to ten instead,but realize how child abuse happens.
This is for all the mothers who sat down with
their children and explained all about making babies.
And for all the (grand) mothers whowanted to, but just couldn't find the words.
This is for all the mothers who go hungry,
so their children can eat.
For all the mothers who read "Goodnight, Moon" twice a night for a year.
And then read it again, "Just one more time."
This is for all the mothers who taught their children to tie their shoelaces before they started school.
And for all the mothers who opted for Velcro instead.
This is for all the mothers who teach their sonsto cook and their daughters to sink a jump shot.
This is for every mother whose head turnsautomatically when a little voice calls "Mum?"in a crowd, even though they know their
own offspring are at home or even away at college
or have their own families.

This is for all the mothers who sent their kids
to school with stomach aches, assuring them
they'd be just FINE once they got there, only to get calls from the school nurse an hour laterasking them to please pick them up.
"Right away!"
This is for mothers whose children have goneastray, who can't find the words to reach them.For all the mothers who bite their lips until theybleed when their 14 year olds dye their hair green.
For all the mothers of the victims ofrecent school shootings, and the mothersof those who did the shooting.
For the mothers of the survivors,and the mothers who sat in front of their TVs in horror,hugging their child who just came home from school, safely.
This is for all the mothers who taught theirchildren to be peaceful, and now praythey come home safely from a war.What makes a good mother anyway?
Is it patience? Compassion? Broad hips?
The ability to nurse a baby, cook dinner, andsew a button on a shirt, all at the same time?
Or is it in her heart? Is it the ache she feels when shewatches her son or daughter disappear
down the street, walking to school alone for the very first time?
The jolt that takes her from sleep todread, from bed to crib, at 2 A.M. to puther hand on the back of a sleeping baby?
The panic, years later, that comes again
at 2 A.M. when she just wants to hear
their key in the door and know theyare safe again in her home?
Or the need to flee from wherever she is and hug her child when she hears newsof a fire, a car accident, a child dying?
The emotions of motherhood areuniversal and so our thoughts are foryoung mothers stumbling through nappy changes and sleep deprivation...

And for mature mothers learning to let go.
For working mothers and stay-at-home mothers;
single mothers and married mothers; mothers with money, mothers without.
This is for you all. For all of us...Hang in there.
In the end we canonly do the best we can.
Tell our children every day that we love them.
And pray and never stop being a mother...

My Mum

My mum and Dad retired to the south coast (about 700km away from us) about 10 years ago and I still can’t get used to the fact that she’s so far away. My mum and I are very close and we’re more than mother and daughter – we’re best friends. It pains me everyday to know that I can’t just pop in for a cup of tea, a fag and a good natter.

I love it when she comes up to Johannesburg to visit and stay with us. The house just seems to brighten up when she arrives. She loves spending time with the girls and her presence is just a joy. The girls love to play with her and she has all the time under the sun to get down to their level and enjoy a game of cars, dolls, building puzzles or just plain hanging out.

I miss her everyday and just wish she lived closer so that she could be a part of our daily lives. She’s wise and wonderful and has a heart of gold. I love her dearly and I appreciate everything she’s done and does for me.

I love you Mum! Come and visit soon please!

So, all of you who have your mum's living close and "in your hair" just imagine what it would be like without her and think of what exactly she has done and does for you...
Pick up the phone now! And tell your mum how much you appreciate her...

Have you picked up the phone yet?


Today's Giggle

Donchya just LOVE Cyanide and Happiness?

Saturday, 24 May 2008

Zwartkops Raceway Today

The Ford GT

Our ST in the parade

Good Year Ford
The Girls in the Boot

On the track
In the pits

Some of the STs there

The ST parade

Friday, 23 May 2008

Wednesday, 21 May 2008

Mouse in da House!

There's a moose loose aboot the hoose.
We had a mouse!

I nearly died when I saw him last week. Riaan saw him first and omitted to tell me we had vermin! Grrrrrrrrrr

He's a cheeky wee thing. I was sitting in the office on You Tube and working on my blog when he strolled up on the desk. We both froze staring at each other and then I instantly pulled my legs up on the chair and screeched for Riaan to come and get rid of him.

Yes, I can handle spiders even snakes and parktown prawns but mice - NO WAY!

How did we get rid of the vermin I hear you asking?
We put out rat traps with nice stinky cheese but that little critter just nibbled the cheese off and snapped the traps.

Just the thought of vermin in my house breeding made me nauseas beyond believe.
Humble apologies to all those mouse lovers but I just get goosebumps thinking about it. I could hardly sleep for the fear of him crawling all over me and nibbling all my goodies in the kitchen.

He has since left the building.

My New Favourite Website

This 80 year old woman was arrested for shop lifting. When she went before the judge in Cincinnati he asked her, 'What did you steal?'

She replied, 'A can of peaches.'

The judge then asked her why she had stolen the can of peachesand she replied that she was hungry. The judge then asked her how many peaches were in the can.She replied, '6.'

The judge said, 'Then I will give you 6 days in jail.'

Before the judge could actually pronounce the punishment, the woman's husband spoke up and asked the judge if he could say something.

The judge said, 'What is it?'

The husband said, 'She also stole a can of peas.'

Sunday, 18 May 2008

Calvin and Hobbes

A Visit from The Du Plessis

Morné and Werner came to visit today...
Morné and Werner

Running races...READY! STEADY! GO!

The four of them in action

Saturday, 17 May 2008

The Girls

The girls playing the fishing game
Our Meg

Our KK

Meg giving a pose


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