Monday, 17 September 2012

And That Is That


I have decided to quit blogging.  I've been struggling with this decision for a while as I feel my blog writing isn't what it used to be - its become a bit of a chore for me and I blog for the sake of blogging and not for the love of it anymore. 

I may continue in the future but at the moment, I'm giving it a break and making my blog private.  I will add you to my list so that if I do continue to blog, I will appear on your blogroll.

Its been a really hard decision to make.  Next year would have been 5 years but I feel my blog has come to a serious hault.

Thank you to all you wonderful Plonkers who have shared this ride with me.

♥ yer faces off.


Blog Closed.


Tuesday, 11 September 2012

Caption It #66

 
Hullo Brilliant Plonkity Plonkers of Awesomeness
 
It's Toozday, which bestows yet another historic occasion to caption an additional
 Legend....wait for it....Dary
photo that I blundered into on the Whackadoodle Interwebz 
 
Do you think this fucking Plonker is a natural red-head?
 
 


Go check out my Weekend Vlog if captioning doesn't tickle yer fancy.

Monday, 10 September 2012

There's no half-singing in the shower, you're either a rock star or an opera diva.


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This week's Monday Music Moves Me theme is "music you listened to as a teenager and/or Bloopers".  Most of you beautiful Plonkers will know that Bloopers are one of my favourite.  Here's a few of my favourite show's bloopers.

Big Bang....coming back with Season six this month - I can't wait.




Used to watch this show in high school Use to think this bloke was Sex on Legs Everyone knew this one

Saturday, 8 September 2012

Conversations with Megan and her Teacher

Megan's teacher asks the class:

"What kind of things do typical South Africans do on a the weekends?

My 9-Year-old Meg puts her hand up.

Teacher: "Yes, Megan?"

Megan :  "Relax and do Crack"

I fuckin' shite you not.

This WILL become the running joke in our family.

When I told her what crack was, she blushed profusely.   I then asked her where she heard about "crack". She said that she heard about it on the series "Two Broke Girls".

Motto of the story?  Supervise your kid's telly time.


This morning on the way to school I ask Megan:

"What are you up to this weekend?"

Megan shrugs, "I dunno".

I reply "What? Aren't we relaxing and doing crack?"

And The Winner Is

 
Congratulations to this week's winner RoryBore.  Email me on info@redpepa.za.net and I'll mail you a wee something from South Africa.
 
 
"Flying by the seat of your pants"

Friday, 7 September 2012

Featured Friday Follower and a Shoegasm



Yipppeeeee It's Friday again, Plonkers and this week I interview fellow South African Blogger, Michelle who is very fond of Cappuccinos and Fanta Grape - but not together. 

She lives in Pretoria with her hubby and 3 huskies.  Michelle loves being South African and is very proud of her country and its people. Her and I share a love for our toilet paper being over, not under, hand sanitizer and is a fellow drum majorette.  Halt, check, one, two!

Go visit her blog, Past Midnight, and leave a comment and follow her.

What do you think is the most interesting thing about you?

My husky voice – It was never always like this – circumstances made it this way.

What got you started in blogging?

I started blogging after another online friend was doing it! I succumbed!!!!!! Peer pressure and all you know.

Whats one of your favourite things about where you live and what you do?

The vibe! There is a noticeable difference between Johannesburg and Pretoria. Almost snobby, very fast paced, compared to laid back, not so rushed, we’ll get to it when we get to it kind of attitude. I grew up in Jo’burg and The Husband in Pretoria, and he very much has that attitude (which gets on my last nerve no doubt, but he’s ok, I think I will keep him). I have only been living in Pretoria for about 5 years, but whenever I make the small "trek" to visit the folks, I actually start to get anxious.
If you could be something different from what you do, what would it be?

I recently made that change as a matter of fact – I always sat in an office because it was "safe" – by nature I am creative and it makes me feel like a caged and enraged bear to sit in an office, so I decided to finally let go and be the photographer I always wanted to be. It’s working out pretty well for me! I love it! Follow me on my new
Facebook page, there are always free give aways!

High Five for free stuff!
You can also view my other blog which showcases / will be showcasing some of my work.

Your favourite place in the world?
Curled up on the couch with a good book. If you had asked me this question 4 years ago, my answer would have been very different. Probably dancing the night away on in a bar with some friends drinking, swearing, guffawing having fun.

Singapore and New Zealand also rank up near the top there somewhere.
 
If you had one day to live what would you do?
Probably spend my husband’s money.
 
What are you reading right now?
Nothing, **gasp** Shocking I know! My last read was Marian Keyes "Anybody Out There", but haven’t picked up another book since I finished that one a couple of weeks ago.
 
Whats on your iPod?
iPod? MP3/4 player… what’s that? I read somewhere once that you can judge a person’s character by the way they act when they have to untangled Christmas lights. The VERY same thing happens with earphones, so it’s just dumped in a drawer at home. You get the picture.

A Few random things about you
I went to have my tongue pierced when I lived in the UK, but chickened out and got a tattoo instead. I also kept that a secret from my family for about 2 years.

My eyes go almost luminous green if I have been crying and I get a red patch on my cheek bone where I got hit in the face by a mace during drummie practice one night.
I hiccup A LOT….. Like as in 2 or 3 times an hour. Every hour.
I have an obsession with pretty Tea Towels – I collect them. I also collect, sanitizing wipes, waterless hand sanitizer and pretty socks. My best friend
Tandi says I’m odd. But she likes me and my oddness is very entertaining apparently.

Dinner with three people dead or alive. Who and why?

I wouldn’t like to have dinner with dead people. But living:

Oscar Pistorious – To tell him to put on his big boy underpants and get over it! And then I’d give him some ice-cream and tell him to go play outside. Nicely.
Fernando Torres – Viva Chelsea!!!!!! Because he is perfection personified! Dessert anyone?
I’m only going to go with 2 here, because once Oscar is playing outside, to be fair, my dear Fernando deserves my FULL attention ;o)

In anyone’s shoes for a day and why.
Absolutely no one! Because that old saying if you put your problems in a pile with everyone else’s, you would take yours back, is more true than the sky blue! I have enough of my own shite to deal with thanks, don’t want to experience anyone else’s.
 
Who’s your hero?
My Husband – he saved my life – if it wasn’t for him, I wouldn’t be here today.
 
What could you NOT live without?
Lip Balm! Without a doubt. Oh and my phone.
 

What would you do if you were a person of the opposite sex for a day?
This could go so many ways, but if I was a man for a day…. When in Rome people, When in Rome… I would stop thinking!
 
If you could go back in time, what is the one thing you would change?
I wouldn’t have been able to change it, but if I could have, I would have stopped my miscarriage.
 
What is the one achievement that makes you the most proud?
This is a difficult one, I have so many, but now that the question is on the table, they all seem so shallow and superficial when you look at the bigger picture.
 
What’s your favorite color? And why
Pink is my fav a rit colour!…. It’s a feel good colour for me.

What makes you happy? Or What makes you sad?
Spending money makes me happy, spending money also makes me sad….
My husband also makes me happy, and he also makes me mad sad
Not falling pregnant like we had hoped also makes me very very very very sad.
 

Define the word sexy.
The dictionary says:

sex·y
1. concerned predominantly or excessively with sex; risqué
2. sexually interesting or exciting; radiating sexuality
3. excitingly appealing; glamorous
4. Michelle J
What? How did that get there?

Thanx for agreeing to be my Featured Friday Follower.








It wouldn't be Friday without  couple 'o pairs of pretty heels.  This week all the shoes are from a local site, Zando.  They have some brilliant shoes.  Go check these ones out.


Stunning Gweneth and only R389
Plum PlatformsR399
Caprice Platforms R429





Thursday, 6 September 2012

Clay Balls

A man was exploring caves by the Seashore. In one of the caves he found a canvas bag with a bunch of hardened clay balls. It was like someone had rolled clay balls and left them out in the sun to bake. They didn't look like much, but they intrigued the man, so he took the bag out of the cave with him. As he strolled along the beach, he would throw the clay balls one at a time out into the ocean as far as he could. He thought little about it, until he dropped one of the clay balls and it cracked open on a rock. Inside was a beautiful, precious stone!

Excited, the man started breaking open the remaining clay balls. Each contained a similar treasure. He found thousands of dollars worth of jewels in the 20 or so clay balls he had left. Then it struck him. He had been on the beach a long time. He had thrown maybe 50 or 60 of the clay balls with their hidden treasure into the ocean waves. Instead of thousands of dollars in treasure, he could have taken home tens of thousands, but he had just thrown it away!

It's like that with people. We look at someone, maybe even ourselves, and we see the external clay vessel. It doesn't look like much from the outside. It isn't always beautiful or sparkling, so we discount it. We see that person as less important than someone more beautiful or stylish or well known or wealthy. But we have not taken the time to find the treasure hidden inside that person.

There is a treasure in each and every one of us. If we take the time to get to know another person, then the clay begins to peel away and the brilliant gem begins to shine forth. May we not come to the end of our lives and find out that we have thrown away a fortune in friendships because their gems were hidden in bits of clay.

And so the more people you are a gem to, the wealthier your life will become with happiness, joy and laughter…

So look forward to being someone’s clay vessel.

Wednesday, 5 September 2012

Surgery is by far the worst snob among the handicrafts

I thought yesterday’s surgery with my wee Kaylin was going to be a simple procedure at the hospital and it turned out to be really fucking scary!

I tried to keep the mood light with her, being silly and fooling around, taking silly photos of us. 
The nurses weighed her, took her height asked her all sorts of questions.  I could see on her wee face that she was nervous, because every time a nurse walked into the ward, the tears would fall down her cheeks and she’d look at me and say “Mummy, I want to go home!”. 
I asked her if she was feeling scared and she nodded her head yes.  She was trying so hard to be brave and to hide her fears behind her smile, but I told her she doesn’t have to hide that she’s scared. 
I told her it was okay to feel sad but that it would be all over very soon and she wouldn’t feel a thing.  It was then that she cried silently while playing her Nintendo.  I just sat beside her, watched her play Super Mario, holding her tight and wiping away her tears.
A nurse came in with her pre-med and she took it like a champ.  She mentioned she was thirsty and hungry and I reminded her why couldn’t eat.  Wee button!   My heart wanted to break.

Eventually, the Theatre Sister came to fetch us and KK asked me to carry her.  When we reached pr-op area, KK wouldn’t leave my side, she sat on my lap and the nurse had to help me put on my theatre booties, gown and hat because Kayiln wouldn’t let go of my hand or get off my lap.  I looked like a daft alien, but that didn’t even make KK laugh.  She was so scared but faked a smile – for me, I think!

My heart was pounding walking down the corridor to the operating room.  I was so emotional and KK didn’t know what to expect either.  The theatre was sterile and extremely cold - such an unwelcoming place.  I was worried she was going to freeze because all she was wearing was a thin hosptial gown that tied at the back and teeny weeny shorts. 

The anaesthetist asked Kaylin to lie on the bed.  She shook her head no and was NOT having any of it.  She clung to me like a wee koala bear and sobbed.  The nurse then pulled up a chair and the anaesthetist stood behind me.  He showed me the mask behind KK's back and I told her that the doctor was going to put a mask on her  - like when she’s sick and we neubulise. She’s totally familiar with this procedure because for the first two years of her life she lived on that fucking machine.  Bronchitis and pneumonia on and off all the fucking time.  We have our own personal nebs machine at home.
The anaesthetist put the mask over her nose and mouth and she just looked up at me, holding my hand tight, blinking.  I smiled down at her, kissed her forehead and said “I love you, darling and Mummy will be here when you wake up”. 

She started blinking slower and slower and her breathing got slow and deep.  She looked like she was fully asleep and her wee body was getting heavy and limp.  All of a sudden she started flinging her arms around, straightened her legs and planking her body.  She was fighting it -thrashing around for what seemed like forever.

I think this is what upset me the most. 
The fact that this teeny wee lass was fighting like a fucking marine.  Arms and legs everywhere, buckin like a mule,it totally broke my heart.  When she finally stopped, which felt like forever, I placed her down on the table and then they asked me to leave.  The tears poured down my cheeks and I wasn’t sure why.  I walked down the hallway back to the Ward and I couldn’t stop crying.  My wee lassie was in that freezing, horrid smelling room with all those strangers, poking in her mouth!
The waiting was the worst. 

I was pacing up and down the corridors; I went to the gift shop and got a hot chocolate and some of Kaylin’s favourite chocolates.  I wanted her to have a packet of Rolos to look forward to when she woke up.  I realised I was so scared that I was actually making myself nauseous. 
It w,as then I realised I wished I’d asked my Boerewors to come with me. He gives me strength when I can’t hold it together.  I felt helpless for over an hour.  Terrible feeling.
I could hear her screaming from the other end of the Ward when she was wheeled out from post-op.  She was thrashing around and trying to hit the two nurses that were trying to hold her down.

I ran up to her and picked her up.  The nurses said “We were worried she was going to hurt herself, she’s got so many bruises already”. 

What the Fuck?
I guess they didn’t know how much a tomboy she is.  That the collection of bruises on her legs and knees are because she loves to skid down our wooden floors on her knees and pretend to be a rock star playing air guitar.  Generally she is Miss Clumsy and is forever bumping into things and falling over shit.  What the fuck were they trying to say?  Wankers.

I just focused on Kaylin and trying to calm her down.  She was flapping her arms around like she wanted to fucking take off!  Jaysus, that girl can fight!  I was bobbing and weaving trying to duck her punches.  I had to eventually wrap her in a blanket , hold her tight and rock her until she fell asleep.  This was emotionally and physiclly exhausting for me - that wee 17g lass will give Hulk a run for his fucking money!
I guess you don’t know how someone will react until you’re in the situation.

I’m just glad it’s all over.  I think I’m more shaken up than KK was because when we got home and after she’d had a wee nap, she asked to play The Sims and eat MacDonalds.

Wee bits of Rolos makes EVERYTHING better
Snoozing at home

Tuesday, 4 September 2012

Caption My Photo Competition #65

 
Firstly, Happy Tuesday my lovely Plonkers.
 
Today is the day my wee lassie has her surgery.  She has never been under anesthetic before, so we both don't know what to expect. I'm not sure how she's going to react to it all.  We all react differently to anesthesia.  I just detest the unpredictibility of it all.
 
Well, Kaylin certainly knows what the inside of a hospital looks like. Afterall, she did spend a lot of her time there during the first two years of her life.  She really doesn't want to go, but I'm making it light and telling her that I will be there to hold her hand the entire time.
 
Truth is, we're both anxious.
 
Just let those doctors and anethetists tell me I can't go in with my little one to hold her hand until she falls asleep.  I will cut them!  Mama Bear's claws just may come out and she may even bear her teeth if need be.  I don't want my wee lass to be scared or feel alone, so I WILL be there until she closes her eyes and I WILL make sure I'm there when she wakes up.   I don't care who says otherwise or what the fucking rules are.   
 
I'm going to have to be the strong, brave one this time and not fall apart - for her sake.
 
For those of you who follow me on Twitter, I'll be Tweeting regularly from the hospital and  Instagraming like a Whore so go see me there.
 
If you don't do Twitter or Instagram, then just take time to caption this daft photo of mine to cheer me up.  I'll be checking the comments from time to time and the best caption will win a wee something from me.
 
❤ yer faces off
 

Monday, 3 September 2012

Life without Music would b flat

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Happy Monday, Bitches!

It's the first few days of Spring here and I'm off to see my wee one in her Miss Spring pageant this morning.  Will have photos laterz.

I'm going back to some classics this week.  Such great sounds from way back when....





I adore the background dancers in this one.












Sunday, 2 September 2012

Fifty Shades of Grey (For Ewe)

By Ann Gadd

Go check out her stuff. I'm in love with it.





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