Kaylin Gets A++ Diploma for her Eistedfodd Poetry Reading

A Daft Scots Mum was super-proud yesterday when I attended Kaylin's Poetry Reading for the Eistedfodd.  

Kaylin has never participated in anything like this before. She's never had the confidence - up until yesterday. She blew me away with a beautiful performance and I would NOT have missed it for anything.

She received the highest achievement, getting an A++ Diploma and got such brilliant comments from the Judges.

Mummy is so very proud of you, Kaylin! You have come so far this year.

My leg bone is connected to my foot bone, my foot bone is connected to your face bone, your face bone's connected to the pavement stone. Now heed my words: Fuck off!"

I was thinking (as do from time-to-time) about some things that piss me off and really get my bloody boiling.  So, I decided to make this list to share with you Plonkers to see if we have any similarities:

• When people say 'Life is Short'. What? Um, no it isn’t. It’s the longest damn thing you’ll ever do, FuckKnob 
• When I am waiting in line for the bus and some idiot asks, “hey did the bus come yet?” “Yes, and I decided to stay here and let you know that you missed it, ButtHead.” 
• Pretty girls who bemoan about how pretty they are, because oh gosh darn it, it’s such a hassle to beat off dozens of swooning guys. Seriously, shut the fuck up, Bitch. 
• Un-sweetened chocolate. Why? Why the shite would they do that? Is it some cruel joke? It doesn’t matter, just stop making it that way. 
• I can go weeks without having to log in to anything. The wonders of computer magic. It usually remembers my passwords for me.  Fancy that? Then out of the blue. It forgets. Oh Pish! I don’t frikken remember! 
• Trying to suppress a sneeze when you have diarrhea.
• It pisses me off that anytime I sit down to eat a meal, my two girl-children feel the need to call me.  Can they not talk to me when I'm IN the same room?  You have two parents.  Call yer Dad
• Slow people. Those Plonkers who take their damn sweet time doing everything. Who moves at the pace of a crippled nun?
• Those douchenozzles who brag about their skinny genes. They don’t just show off their waif-like waists, they have to constantly emphasize that they eat a lot but 'can’t gain weight'. They always say things like “Oh my god, I am so stuffed, I had a whole Godiva Chocolate Cheesecake for lunch!” while they pat their inverted bellies, and yet the only trace of fattening items I’ve seen them eat is a handful of nuts. Unsalted and dry-roasted, of course.

Celebrating One Year

I've been blogging for 4½ years and Caption My Photo Competition has been running for ONE YEAR of those 4½.  That's not bad going for a Blog Feature.


This is Week #52, which means this is a special Giveaway for captioning my daft image.

Go do it Plonkers and win a wee parcel of South African goodies from me.

First Love Fever is only a little Foolishness and a lot of Curiosity.

They say that we never recover from our first love. I wouldn't say we don't reocover, but we certainly never forget.  First loves can really fuck you up for life.  

Alex J. Cavanaugh is hosting a First Love Blogfest today so head on over and see who else's is playing along.  You can also link up and tell us about your first music love, first book love, first music love and first person love.

My First Music Love was Mr Paul Hewson aka Bono from U2.  Oh Em Gee, I thought he was the bees knees and the most handsome man I'd ever laid my eyes on.  That dark hair, those blue eyes and that Irish accent *swoon*

The first U2 12" vinyl album I bought was "War" and I was totally smitten with his music and the band's sound.  After that, I couldn't get enough and I'd get the bus to Hillbrow Record Centre every other weekend to see if they had any new LPs to buy.  If they didn't have what I wanted, I'd order it.  I could remember how excited I was waiting for the release of Joshua Tree.  (Still one of the best albums ever)  I used to read the Smash Hits magazine to get all information I could on him (way before Google). 

I can remember when Bono was on the front cover.  It was 1986 and I swooned and drooled and plastered his posters on my bedroom walls.  I bought badges and postcards with Bono's face on, I wrote his name on my school notebooks, bag and pencil case.  He could do no wrong in my eyes.

My First Movie Love, or telly love, was Ricky Schroder of the television series Silver Spoons.  I wouldn't miss an episode every week because he was so dreamy.  I loved his blonde hair and blue eyes and I thought I'd never see a boy so beatiful until I set my eyes on Johnny Depp in 21 Jump Street.  My mum would let me stay up until 9pm on a Friday night to watch him.  He made my knees weak and my heart pound.  Aahhhh teenage crushes are so brilliant!

Is that a young Alfonso Ribeiro?



My First Book Love would be Shakespeare, believe it or not.  I didn't read much at school, in fact, I only read books if they were on the school mandatory reading list.  I detested reading while I was at school.  However, when we studied the Romeo and Juliet play in my second last year of high school, I was hooked and besotted (cliche, I know). 

After that, I'd scour the second hand books stores looking for Shakespeare classics and read and re-read them.  I still do.

"Like an old photograph
Time can make a feeling fade
But the memory of a first love
Never fades away.”

My First Real Person love was a boy called Mitch.  He was dark and handsome and phoned me every night to talk about nothing in particular.  He wrote me letters, he was the first boy that made me really giggle and the first boy who told me I was beautiful.  I was love-struck.

That Boy stole my heart and broke it at the same time.  I thought HE was the beginning and the end. When he broke up with me, I thought my heart would NEVER mend.  I cried for two days solid.  My world fell apart and I thought I'd never stop crying. My mum dried my tears, held me tight and told me that he was an ARSEHOLE.  Mum told me time would heal my wounds and that this too shall pass.

Mum was right.  Mum is always right.

My Mother's Day at Goblin's Cove

My Mother's Day in Pictures.


Goblin's Cove was beautiful, the weather was perfect, the food was outstanding, the company was brilliant and the surprise was awesome. A brilliant Mother's Day.  I am a happy Mum.




My brilliant homemade cards



Goblin's Cove Entrance

My Wee Family

Entrance to Goblin's Cove



Megan hugging a tree



Goblin's Cove Gardens

The Massive Sand Pit

A Happy Daft Scots Lass

The Food.  I forgot to take shots of the first two courses :  a gorgeous salmon mousse for starters, a stunning chicken with vegetables for main and this was the white chocolate mousse with truffle for dessert.  YUM.  I gave the Dukan Diet a skip for this meal

The Train Accommodation at Goblin's Cove.  Very Quaint

Kaylin and a Tree

A remingston typewriter hidding in a wee corner

Kaylin found all the cats in the garden and made friends with them.  My wee animal lover