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A very long and frustrating week

14 November , 2014

Which is why I’m only getting a chance to post this now.

It has been beyond busy! I’ve been a bit weepy and overwhelmed, stomped my feet and threw a couple of tantrums, lost a precious day to training I’ve already done (I’m taking it as a chance to get to know some new people and to get away from my desk and fucking inbox for a while).

And for my own sanity, I have decided that anyone who sends me more than 10 mails a day (much…much more) is going to get batch processed when I have the bloody time. I don’t even look at them now until I’ve at least done a sensible chunk of my own work first.

Now…for some photos. :-)

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The fire brigade heads into town.

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:-)

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After the recent rains everything is so GREEN. Love it!

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At a spiderman party for a very special little girl on Saturday. Wow, it was so hot!

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Someone was a bit sensitive on the day, so there was quite a bit of this…

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Pretty photo that Melinda posted. Oooh so serious, right.

I showed this photo to some of my colleagues and they laughed. One guy said he’s seen that expression before…every time he hands his reports in late.

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Spiderman!

Nicola was very excited to see Spidey in real live action, but she said to me, “Mamma, dit beter die regte Spiderman wees en nie ‘n kind was opgedress is soos een nie.” Haha…right then.

After eyeing him out for quite some time, she said to me that she’s pretty sure he’s a fake. Why’s that I asked? Well, I got a whole list! There is no white on his eyes, or black, his neck, hands and feet are showing, there are balloons in his suit and no blue. Haha, she’d clearly given this a lot of thought.

I said, “But do you still enjoy playing with him?” Yip…and off she went.

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Usually camera shy Melinda let me take a few photos of what’s left of her. Doesn’t she look amazing? :-)

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Someone loved their stick on tattoo so much, she didn’t want to ever wash the foot again…but we did. ;-)

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The cake!

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Hot, hot, hot day!

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We also had a braai with the family last weekend. Two birthdays and a nearly farewell for my aunt and uncle who are moving to the coast.

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Cousins…these two are just a few weeks apart in age.

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If she’s wearing a dress then I want to wear one too!

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It’s a bwautiful dress – thank you Ouma. :-)

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More cousins.

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Strike a pose.

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My uncle and our littlest cousin at the moment, who was watching the older ones’ antics with keen interest.

Just you guys wait until I can walk too!

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:-)

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Stunt princess!

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They were jumping off this little wall…over and over and over again.

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Apparently they picked these green plums for my mom to make dessert with. They have since been quietly disappeared.

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Another hat at school day.

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Bare toes and wet grass. Love it!

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Seen in the never ending rainy traffic this week.

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We made some salted caramel for Nicola’s teacher for her birthday…super yumm! Seriously, we were eating out the pot after the jar was filled.

300g brown sugar
50g butter
200ml cream
1tsp coarse salt flakes

Melt the butter and sugar on medium high. Turn down a bit, slowly add the salt and cream (stir quickly, it bubbles like crazy). Simmer for 5 minutes and let it cool.

Ta-dah! :-)

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Yeah…I bet.

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View from our house last night. It was lovely seeing the sky again.

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Saw T on fb plant succulents this way, and decided to give it a bash for lettuce. I have never been able to grow them.

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The Queen (at work), brought me this cutting off one of her plants. I forget now what it’s called but I’m going to try and grow it. :-)

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The flowers look almost plastic. Do you know what it’s called?

Ps! I managed to pick up flu in training…sick as a dog now. I’m seriously considering staying at home today. I have so much crap to sort out though. *sigh*

I might just go in for a bit and then leave early. I’m expecting about a hundred emails today. ;-)

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Just peachy actually

4 November , 2014

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Polka, after the great flamingo hunt!

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Apparently the school asked the kids to wear hats on warm days, and this is the hat Nicola decided to go with.

On a hot day she even wears it indoors.

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Just look at that hair!

Nicola’s hair seems like it’s lost most of those curls, but when rain is on it’s way, there they are again. This doesn’t happen when I wash her hair…only when it rains or if we get close to the sea.

I jokingly said to my parents the other day that she’s a bit like a storm lily in that department. You can water them until you’re blue in the face but they only bloom when a storm is coming.

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At a little friend’s 1st birthday party. Nicola had a grand time! She made a new friend almost instantly, and she was laughing and giggling the entire day.

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Birthday boy with his mom and dad…and his awesome homemade ice cream cake. :-)

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Feeding his mommy a plane – must be love!

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These two really enjoyed the ice cream cake. I think they each had three bowls full!

Thank goodness for GPS! On my way back home I got stuck in the coils of the R59 and the thing was happily recalculating ad infinitum, until it told me to make a U-turn on the highway. Hahaha! I suck at navigating. No doubt about that. Got home eventually, so all’s well that ends well. ;-)

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Rain yesterday, with whatever causes ALL of the traffic lights to go belly up on Beyers Naudé and a few in town too, had me sitting in traffic for more than 2 hours last night. Grrr…so thanks Lamchop, you were my only giggle along the way. This is one of those number plates where you kind of wonder if the person picked it out themselves or someone did it for them, and what the story might be behind the chosen plate.

Other short rambles with no photos…

1) Oh yes! I almost forgot to tell you about the surprise I had on Friday. We were on our way home, and my parents were with us (my mom in my car, and my dad in theirs). Nicola fell asleep and my mom was propping up her head so that her neck wouldn’t take strain. We had just turned onto the last big road on our way home (80/90 km speed limit), when somebody all of a sudden spoke to me through my window. To my credit I didn’t flip the car in surprise, haha. A random stranger on a bike wanted to know if Nicola was okay. I said yes, and off he went. Not sure what he would have done if I said no, but I thought it was really sweet that he checked anyway. So thanks guy, that was refreshing and kind.

2) Polka, destroyer of potted plants and abandoned toys alike, has reached a new milestone in the number 2 department. Imagine my surprise when I was busy cleaning up her droppings with my little spade and one of them went CLUNK and stuck to the spade! She must have chewed a fridge magnet? I am not sure if this is more spectacular than the rhinestone incident or not, but it made me laugh…that’s for sure! Mentioned it to a colleague, and she started wondering if you could patent that with an electromagnetic sort of thing and make droppings collect themselves somehow. Uhm…hahaha…probably not, but just imagine it!

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Let your YES be your YES, dammit.

28 October , 2014

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The school contacted me to ask if I would mind a magazine comming in to interview the children about their views on Christmas. Nope, I don’t mind at all really. Nicola was BEYOND excited about the possibility of being in a magazine – she’s especially thrilled that it will be in ALL the shops, even in the local mall – haha!

So this is the outfit she decided on for magazine day.

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And this is what she looked like later that day after the assholes didn’t pitch up for the appointment.

The apparently phoned to say they were coming in on the Friday instead. Only one problem – we had a dentist appointment scheduled for the Friday so Nicola would now miss it. Heartbroken is not even the word I tell you!

I’ve growled at the teacher about this and how unprofessional I find it, so now they are apparently coming back this week for the children they missed last week. I’m not even going to say anything, just in case they decide to cancel again. Grrr…

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This is my super brave little girl, getting her first filling. She was awesome, and it went MUCH better than I was anticipating thank goodness! All she wanted was for me to hold her hand and stay with her, poor baby.

The dentist says that she is again well ahead of the curve on the teeth front. She’s apparently got a few teeth in the back already which are only supposed to make their appearance at 8 or 9! I’m not surpised, at all, she has always been quick in the chomper department.

My own visit to the dentist was awful. I needed no major work to be done thankfully, but the scaling and polishing was quite an experience with Nicola in the room. First off she jumped on top of me to see what the dentist was up to in there. That bit was still sort of okay, even though I then had three heads looking into my mouth (dentist, assistant and Nicola). The problem was that she was so into it, that neither the dentist nor his assistant could see what they were doing, so I got stibbed in the gums many times, and one of them was hosing down and the other one had the sucker – and the two were nowhere near each other so I was also trying very hard not to drown! And I couldn’t say anything because I had a mouth full of tools, haha…as in not haha. I was laughing…and crying…and wondering how the hell to put a stop to all of this and still get my teeth polished.

Eventually I used some vigorous hand waving to indicate that I needed a break. I gave Nicola a stern talking to about sitting still or moving to a chair and swallowed properly a couple of times before we continued. Then the pink terrorist decided that she would use my legs as a slide (captive audience is captive afterall). I let this go on for a few minutes but got stabbed in the gums a few times again. Second round of vigorous hand movements, uitkak-parade for Nicola and back to business.

Our dentist is Chinese, and doesn’t understand Afrikaans at all, but he got the gist of it and after he whispered something to the assistant she phoned someone to come and play with Nicola for the rest of my appointment. ;-)

Still, it all went much better than I thought it would – so all good I guess.

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Nicola loves the fact that all the shops are already well into their Christmas marketing campains spirit. She especially loves grocery runs, because she gets to pick a Santa shaped chocolate if she behaves.

We go shopping as fairies often, our local Checkers is very used to this kind of thing already.

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Neighbours have put up an owl house that we have a great view of from our room. I hope an owl or two decides to move in there – how awesome would that be?!

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Just some cuteness…actually I have a brilliant video clip of Nicola singing a song she made up. Wow, she really belts it out too! Haha. I can easily see her on a stage someday, this little performer of mine.

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Look at the pretty flowers I got from T & J on Sunday. :-)

Love, love, love them! We had a great Sunday lunch at our place. The weather almost unraveled all my plans but we made it work. If it didn’t stop raining it would have been a completely different story though.

We tried out a new recipe for a baked chocolate pudding. I think it came our lovely, not too sweet, just right…however I did notice that I probably have to get some more oven dishes. I ended up baking the pud in a flat bottomed no-stick wok! :lol:

I McGuyvered the hell out of that pudding. :-D

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Just a pretty sunrise yesterday. :-)

Ps! The studying people have really pissed me off today. They phoned to let me know that they’re bumping my training from December to February. Well that was the third call. The first one they tried to bump it to another week in December…which doesn’t work for me. The second call was to say no problem, stay in the first week of December. And the third call was to tell me, nope, moving to February now…but we don’t know which week (does it really matter I wonder, since they keep rescheduling anyway), and to offer me money as compensation for the inconvenience (well, they have to offer the money to secret place I told them – that’s who’s paying for this).

I’m really annoyed, as you can tell. Can no one just bloody stick to whatever they arranged. No respect for other people’s time, that’s the root of this problem. And when you do something like that, don’t be so surprised when I get “grumpy” about it. You’re the asshole in this situation dear, not me. Grrr…

As always, I am determined to find a silver lining – so I am taking this as an additional two months to prepare for my exams. Thank you universe, I guess. It’s still in time for the April increase month, so in the grand scheme of things it’s probably not going to rock my world one way or another. *shrug*

Fuuuuuuuuu-uuuuck. GRrrr!

Anyway, moving on swiftly.

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Q & A – answers that are too long for the comments section

22 October , 2014

The original questions can be found here

Nicola and the baby

So cat asked how Nicola is taking the news of cousin-in-the-making, and for the most part she is doing really well with it and is very excited. She wants to know first of all if the baby will have hair, she’s predicted that it will be a boy, and she’s suggested naming him Willie – which was instantly vetoed. Currently cousin-to-be is known as Marshmallow. Nicola has volunteered her baby bed for Marshy, and loves sending “stickers” (Whatsapp pictures) to Auntie Karen and Marshy.

There’s a bit of her that is apprehensive about the new arrival too, which I suppose is natural. I’ve made a point of explaining that this particular baby will have the same Oupa and Ouma as she does. This will be the first cousin that she has to share grandparents with, so I don’t want it to come as a shock later on.

I remember all too well at more or less the same age there was a big whoop for me. We lived far off in Cape Town for a few years, and even though I got to see my grandmother and my uncles and aunts and cousins, I never got to see them all together. When we moved back up, one of my cousins called MY grandmother Ouma and all hell broke loose! He wouldn’t take it back, so I jumped on him and tried to beat it out of him. My grandmother had quite a laugh when she pulled us off each other and explained that she was EVERYBODY’s Ouma. I was not impressed and felt a bit cheated by the whole event really…it took some getting used to. Now it’s all good obviously, but at that age the sharing of an Ouma did not appeal to me in the least!

Haha, anyway – you can imagine why I might think this was an important thing to explain to Nicola well in advance? ;-)

The other day, out of the blue, she worriedly asked my mom, “Ouma, as Tannie Karen en Oom Riaan se baba kom, gaan ek nie meer jou sterretjie wees nie?” Of course my mom rushed to reassure her that she will always be her special star and that she will love her, and that she’s not being replaced. Then Nicola said that the baby can use her cot to sleep in…but only until he’s four (her age) – and then he’ll have to give it back because he’ll be too big for it obviously (You can probably guess how the conversation went when I explained to her that she had to give the baby the bed now – it’s not actually Nicola’s cot to begin with, it’s a family heirloom that’s had quite a few generations of babies in it already – plus she has never actually slept in it!). Haha! My mom asked her what if he has a younger brother or sister than still needs it? She said that nobody has said anything to her about a brother (looking a bit unimpressed).

All discussions baby has obviously also sparked a lot of renewed curiosity in her dad, her half brother, babies in general, her own birth and so on. I have had my C-section scar extensively investigated on more than one occasion (kind of makes me glad she didn’t pop out in the more traditional way). Some of the conversations have been hilarious…some have been pretty challenging or uncomfortable. It’s all good though, lots of growth happening here.

The famous peppermint crisp tart incident

As promised, bulldog, here is the full story on why my mom does not make peppermint crisp tart anymore. ;-) I was pretty sure I blogged this on a previous occasion, but apparently I haven’t, because I just can’t find it anywhere.

My mother, who has always been a force to be reckoned with in the kitchen, always used to keep a few bars of peppermint crisp chocolates in the fridge. As kids we KNEW that these were NOT to be touched, because she kept them there specifically to make peppermint crisp tarts.

By the way, my parents are celebrating their 38th wedding anniversary tomorrow – how cool is that?!

This incident took place when they were celebrating their 26th anniversary. I specifically remember the 26 years! being thrown around in the heat of the argument (along the lines of I’ve been making this for 26 years and NOW you tell me?!), so that makes it easy to place it. ;-)

Anyway…as I said, at roughly 26 years into their marriage, my dad at some point decided to admit that he really didn’t enjoy peppermint crisp tart, and my mom who had been making it for him as a treat fairly regularly up to that point was understandably shocked! It was not pretty, hahaha! I think the biggest thing on her part was that he had endured it for so long without saying a word, and here she was thinking she was doing something nice for him. OUTRAGE I tell you!

The only person, whom my mom will make a peppermint crisp tart for now, is my uncle – he has taken the every opportunity to tell my dad on numerous occasions that they now all have to suffer without it, just because my dad doesn’t like it. It’s a bit of a running family joke to give my dad grief about peppermint crisp tarts! Sometimes my mom will make a HUGE one just for my uncle (who is diabetic and really probably shouldn’t have it either), but it’s the one dessert that does not get served in my parents’ house anymore.

Anyhoo, as you can see they’ve manage to keep it together for another 12 years without the help of peppermint crisp tarts – so it’s all good.

We laughed ourselves silly though when a couple of years after the tart incident, cous-cous started featuring in our dinners (that was mostly my fault because I loved the fact that it could be ready in 5 minutes). The second time I made it, my dad politely said, “Before I get myself into trouble again, I would just like to point out that I don’t like cous-cous.”

That doesn’t get served there now either. ;-)

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The long and mostly short of the last week…

21 October , 2014

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We’d been plotting a special surprise for one of the secret agents in our team…and then he happened to have a birthday, so it was as good an excuse as any. ;-)

He obviously didn’t see it coming which is why I approached the gift like it might be pandora’s box haha!

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Reading the card…

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He’s rather well known for this phrase, it also happens to annoy the hell out of someone who annoys the hell out of me. ;-) Win-win!

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Nicola, gardening with a golf club…as you do.

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Pop of colour!

The gate had to be upgraded over the weekend (Thanks Dad!), because Polka accidentally realised she could jump through the middle panel.

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Yay! Something we planted that wasn’t ripped out.

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Super moody skies…

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Do you see that ray of light? I’d like to think someone took that as a message.

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Very pretty rainbow. You can’t see it on the photo clearly, but it was one of those where you could actually see all 7 colours.

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Polka loves roadtrips!

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How odd was that sand storm?! Not the best photo out there, but this is what it looked like from our place.

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This is what it looked like from Bloemfontein. Thanks random internet person, whose photo I pinched. ;-)

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Very bestest cuddle buddies in the mornings.

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Nicola just being super cute as always.

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Summer round here means lots of ice cream.

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And we enjoy every last bit… :-)

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Snooze piccie. Once those eyes open there’s no more peace and or quiet for the rest of the day.

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Baking chocolate cake with Ouma.

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Quality check…

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Who says you can’t lick your elbow?

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Finally! The big reveal. We’ve been sitting on this big news for almost 10 weeks!

I am very excited to be an aunt. :-)

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If we’re writing on balloons, Nicola wants in on the action.

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Showing off her new sparkly pink bag to her friends. Everyone wants one! (Thanks Ouma!).

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Nicola picked a mint for the kitchen. It really is great to have a garden. :-)

Studying is going well…but on and on…
Work is full of cloak and dagger games…but mostly okay, and almost always interesting!
We are off to the dentist on Friday…it’s not going to be as peaceful as the last visit because it looks like Nicola has a cavity…
So very very broke…how the hell is there still a week left of this month till we get to payday?!

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Another week…oh boy, these are going by so fast now!

13 October , 2014

Seriously. Where the hell is time going? Whoosh! All gone.

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We had a bit of drama in the week. You see, sometimes my mom will fetch Nicola for me from school, especially on a Wednesday or a Friday when we have dinner with them. It takes a bit of time to get Nicola, get Polka, and then head over – so it really helps a lot if I only have to pick up Polka.

This week Nicola decided that she wanted Oupa to come and fetch her…only one problem, Oupa was presenting training all day out of town on Wednesday and said he couldn’t make it.

Nicola was inconsolable, and somehow got from that Oupa didn’t want to come and pick her up, instead of Oupa wanted to but just couldn’t. There was sobbing of the first degree until I managed to distract her with roasting marshmallows over a candle in the kitchen. Even so, she still wasn’t over it – just a bit calmer. I gave it my best shot, but she just could not be reasoned with on this. She made it quite clear that her little heart was BROKEN.

Thank goodness Oupa managed to wrap up the training a bit earlier than expected and picked her up after all! Isn’t he just a hero? I know Nicola and I thought so for sure. :-) 

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I wasn’t actually trying to catch the brooding face – I wanted to show her the colour of her eyes. She reckons they’re yellow. ;-)

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This was what we looked at from the smoking balcony last week. Second fire in that street for the week! It got fairly big at one stage before the fire brigade rocked up to snuff it out – I hope no one got hurt, but I’m assuming the best since I didn’t hear anything on the news.

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Cramer’s coffee run with the team on Friday. I have pics of the team, obviously, but I’m not posting those. ;-)

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Amaryllis blooming in my parents’ garden. I was going to link it to Wikipedia, but theirs don’t look like these at all, but I’m still pretty sure that’s what this is. We’ve called it the Amerillo for the better part of 20 years, so it might be a bit awkward if it turns out to be something else all of a sudden.

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And again at my parents’ house – these lovely Pin Cushion Proteas. They eventually turn into a shrub, but at the moment this one looks more like a ground cover. A very pretty ground cover.

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At a family birthday party over the weekend. These three made turns to be on top, and generally got on like a house on fire. Nicola was laughing so much that quite a few people joined in, it was just so contagious and joyful. :-)

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Who’s a pretty bird? ;-)

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My cuzz Melanie, one of the three birthday peeps.

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With her parents. My uncle was also celebrating his birthday – I somehow managed to not take a photo of the third birthday pal.

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Melaans and I.

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Nicola sure loves helping out when I water the garden. Well, she does some interesting dance moves…I think she’s impersonating a sprayer or a fire-fighter. ;-) It’s a hoot when she gets completely tangled in the hose from clowning around.

It’s fun to watch…if you don’t mind getting wet and having to change outfits after. She certainly doesn’t mind! I think I need to show her how to operate the washing machine and see if that helps her mind just a bit more?

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Casting a beady eye on Oupa’s potjie yesterday. Yum!

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The  family chilling outside – getting HUNGRY. Potjie can’t be rushed.

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The BIG sulk after I said she couldn’t swim because she was already getting sick. I did eventually second guess myself on this one and let it be, but with the understanding that I wanted no lip when we worked our way through the coughs, colds and flu meds that night.

Seriously, is there anything more sucky than NOT ebing able to swim on a day perfect for it. Especially when cousins are visiting and everyone is set to be having fun in the pool? No…there isn’t.

That’s why I’ll put up with the Vicks, Mucospect and Panado this week. It’s okay. The fun we had was worth it, I guess.

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How cute is that?! :-D

Yip, I’m glad I let her have her fun.

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Starting a band, baby…starting a band.

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After swimming everybody settled down for some cartoons and lollipops – what’s not to like? :-)

PS! Studying, still going on and on and on…

PPS! Secret place – absolute chaos at times. I had to escalate an urgent matter on Thursday and got the most insane/inane response back. I felt like I could have a bit of a cry behind my desk about that one…but in the end, after deleting very wordy, strong worded-wordy replies obviously – three of them – I decided to just reply back with something along the lines of “No”. *sigh* I’m in SMH-ville. You know, when a building is on fire – some people will still question the need for an evacuation. My mail had nothing to do with fires or buildings, but you get the idea. I’m also not in the habit of escalating things just for the sake of keeping people’s inboxes well stocked with crisises. When I say it’s serious…you better bloody believe it.

PPPS! I am STRESSING out over a great many things at the moment. So. Many. Things. I have to remind myself to calm the fuck down and take one day at a time. Double bag my brown paper breathing bag if I have to, and just get on with it. Just think, by January next year I’m going to look back at how stressed I was and think to myself, “Haha, that was silly. Now THIS is real stress!”

PPPPS! Can everybody stop posting to fb how many stupid days are left until Christmas. I can read a calendar as good as the next person and I haven’t done any shopping yet. You are not helping my stress levels at all. Grrr…

PPPPPS! I also haven’t booked a bloody thing for Nicola’s birthday party yet. I’m thinking I’m going to scale this gala of hers down a little bit. Maybe. Or maybe not. I don’t know yet. Which is why I haven’t booked anything yet. I will draw a line in the sand for myself by the end of this month one way or another.

PPPPPPS! How the hell do you get through a year with your three or four weeks leave once your baby hits the formal schooling environment?! I am literally going to use up ALL leave over December/January (as I always do), but then there’s more needed in March/April again. What the hell am I going to do then?! What do the rest of you do?

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Living in interesting times

6 October , 2014

Caught this driving in to work one morning – I’m more a close ups of leaves and gazillion photos of my loved ones type of photo taker, but it was pretty with the clouds and the light and the sky line the way it was. This stretch of road is what I like to think of as the final gauntlet of taxis before I get to the office. Drive it, and you will constantly be amazed and how very little people are bothered by the K53 or general rules of common sense and personal safety.

I guess you could say it makes you grateful to be alive in a way… ;-)

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Cloud gazing…

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Gazed clouds from previous photo. Nicola of course thinks it’s hilarious that you can see a cloud burst if you look in the right spot.

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If you’re my fb buddy, you may have seen this already. Polka went for a parlour visit on Saturday. This is what the parlour calls a cowboy cut. I thought it was a schnauzer cut, but to clear up confusion I showed the manager a photo of more or less what I had in mind and this is what we ended up with. Too cute!

Oh, I have to tell you this: Nicola has picked up some Sotho at school, and when she moans at Polka for chewing something this is her language of choice. I don’t think Polka understands, although she might pick up on the sentiment expressed. I know I don’t understand most of it, but I do pick up a word here and there. She let rip with something-something, wena. I get the wena bit…means you. so I asked her what she was saying. She reckons she was telling Polka to stop. That’s not what I suspected she was saying, so I asked my dad to translate (he is somewhat fluent in it). It really meant I am going to hit you, which I guess implies the stop command – hahaha! The origin of this phrase appears to be one of the Teaching assistants at school, who didn’t realise she was giving Sotho lessons too – but who does now. ;-)

She’s definitely got an ear for languages, this pink terrorist. Sunday night when we said goodbye to my folks, she wished my dad ” Bonsoir!”

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Nicola wants in on the photo op.

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Ouma bought Nicola this skirt and she LOVES it! Of course when you wear something like this, you have to dance everywhere you go. ;-)

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Pensive in pink…

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We managed to work in a couple of quality naps over the weekend. We are all so very tired. Must be this time of the year, right?

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We were robbed (or surprise landscaped if you want to be polite) over the weekend.

Whilst we were out and about on Saturday the land-people came in unanounced and ripped out half the plants in the garden, including some new mini agapanthus plants I got as a gift from my dad a week ago. In their wake they left a few bunches of wild irises – which I loathe. There used to be two giant lavender bushes, three rose bushes and my agapanthus plants here. Grrr…

I threw a hissy fit of note Sunday morning after someone sent me a message to water the new plants. Calling me uninpressed would be the understatement of the year! My contract clearly stipulates that the flower beds are my problem intil I move out, which I pointed out…and you know, a phone call before would also have gone down a treat. The best was Sunday morning when one of the culprits came over, sort of expecting a thank you I gather. Yeah well, that didn’t go exactly as planned, ha! I would be very surprised if any surprise landscapers popped in again until we move.

I feel so angry and violated – a.k.a spitting mad  about this. I believe the time has definitely come for me to own instead of rent, once this contract is up.

Nicola is also very upset, and she wants me to set a trap to catch the plant thief – once we catch this scallywag she wants me to call the police. Also anything that can’t be found in the house, like a doll that was dragged under the bed for Polka chewing for instance, is now attributed to thrieves by Nicola. “Mom, I can’t fid my…(whatever). Do you think someone came in and stole it while we were gone?”

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It’s the season of Thunderstorms! Whoo-hoo! My favourite kind. This prediction/forecast was a bit premature though. At the time when I took it there was not even a wisp of a cloud in sight anywhere – but I like their enthusiasm ;-)

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 The biggest news of the past week has to be secret place news though. Obviously I can’t get into detail, but let’s just say I was grinning from ear to ear Friday night. Ear.to.ear. I tell you! :-D If I could do cartwheels, I’d be doing them all over the place.

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