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Share some old family photos

22 May , 2016

Haha, okay…here goes.

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My cousin, my gran and grandpa on my dad’s side, and me.

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My gran on my mom’s side and me.

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Me and my cousin Melanie, getting our Christening on.

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My dad and I.

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A few more of cousins and cake.

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My mom and I.

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My little brother and I…he’s the one sporting the family fuck you frown.

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Birthday party with more cousins!

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It’s kind of sad when you look at family photos and about half the people aren’t alive anymore…

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Once upon a time…look at my little cousins! They are all grown up now.

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My brother and I.

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Mom and Dad.

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My cousins and I, table mountain cable car.

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In the actual car.

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This photo really reminds me of Nicola!

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My uncle, aunt and three of my many many many cousins.

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Riaan and I, both looking super impressed at school uniform photos.

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More cousins!

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More cousins, my uncle and my aunt.

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My brother and I, and an unlucky goat!

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Awe…look at his chubby little legs!

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Oooh, ooh wait for it…

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We did a then and now! Same tree, same blankie, us and a slightly unwilling Diablo.

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Making swiss toll with Ouma.

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With another little cousin.

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AndrΓ© and Riaan.

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My dad and my brother.

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Keep a gratitude journal for a week and share the entries

14 May , 2016

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I am grateful for:

Saturday 7/5
Friends that help out in a pinch and lend an ear when you need it
Date nights that happen despite overwhelming odds
Finding gift vouchers in your bag for places where you happen to be at
Pills that help little people sleep dry
Sunday 8/5
All the mother’s day spoiling
All the handmade with love cards and gifts

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Sharing meals with family
Red wine and coffee
Pineappels
Monday 9/5
A quiet night
Being able to do something fun with nice people and calling it work
An uneventful dentist visit for Nicola

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Tuesday 10/5
Having lots of people willing to help in a crisis (I broke something in my foot and am now more helpless than I’m really comfortable being)
Medical aid
Pain meds
Crutch tutorials by my brother
My brother still being around to give tutorials
Reghardt cuddles

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Steve and Nicola helping out around the house
Moon boot from my brother
Steve getting me the fluffy pink blanket after Nicola repeatedly kicked me open
Martha doing the ironing yesterday
A principal that listens and agrees
Wednesday 11/5
Being able to work from home if needed
My mom and Julie carting Nicola to and from school since I can’t drive
Pain meds
Coffee, coffee and more coffee
Warm baths
My mom’s famous banana bread
Avos and toast
Steve bringing lunch
Lots of calls from concerned friends
Fluffy covers for my crutch grips (they were bruising my hands)
Thursday 12/5
My dad and my mom taking and fetching Nicola
Julie doing a grocery run for us and coming to visit and helping with the laundry
Steve going out to get me feel better treats
Nicola cuddles
Bandages that are not self adhesive (I’m allergic to elastoplast glue and it was itching and burning like crazy)
Finally getting the hang on crutch walking
Afternoon naps
Books to read, since I had remore access problems today
Friday 13/5
My dad taking Nicola to school for me
Steve taking me out to lunch so that I can get out of the house for a bit
Wheelchairs at Lifestyle

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Books to read, without which I’d be climbing the walls by now
A warm house to sleep in (ice cold rain outside)

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If you were to run a kickstarter campaign, what would your project be?

9 May , 2016

Mmm…

Well, I went to have a look-see at what is considered the most funded and most successfull campaigns on the site to start off with.

And I found this a couple of bring back this or that TV show.

What about Bring back Firefly?!

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It probably already exists there somewhere. To be honest though, I’d be more likely not to start a kickstarter campaign at all.πŸ˜‰

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Voortrekkers GLAS-kamp 2016

5 May , 2016

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So now we’re in school…and with school come school holidays. I don’t know about you (but I have my suspicions), but I don’t have enough leave to take off school holidays (actually, now that I do contract work I have no leave whatsoever).

From my own childhood I remember my favourite holiday memories were going on camping trips with the Voortrekkers, and I desperately want those experiences for Nicola too.

There really is nothing better! New friends, new skills, seeing new places. All more or less safe and lots of fun. Plus a bit of independance…

So this past weekend I went with Nicola on her first camp. It was awesome! She is a natural and took to it like a duck to water. I reckon I’ll training wheel this for another 2 or 4 camps and then she’ll be ready to fly solo

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Pretoria people, you don’t get to make snide remarks about Joburg traffic ever again, ‘kay?

We sort of convoyed to the camp site with three other cars. I say sort of since we lost the lead car to an e-tag gate that no one else could go though, and then lost the second lead to a red light that cut the last two off. And then the rest of us just got lost and had to separately navigate using locations that were sent through on Whatsapp.

Eventually we all made it there though…

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The kids slept in dorm rooms but adults had to pitch their own tents. It was my tent’s maiden voyage (meaning I had no idea what I was doing). Still managed to more or less get it up before dark, even though Nicola was trying to sword fight with the parts, I ended up with an extra pole and the top sail probable back to front and or inside out, and not bothering with tents pegs because I forgot a hammer and it seemed windstill enough to chance it by weighing it down with my luggage instead.

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Where the kids slept.

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I had the choice of where I wanted to volunteer, but since I wanted to see how Nicola did on her own I didn’t sign up to help with a course and volunteered in the kitchen.

The kitchen is usually the heart of the camp. Hard work and lots of laughs. A great place to meet new people yourself too.

It was all that…and then some. This kitchen was a little bit understaffed to see to the 215 campers, so we all worked like slaves! If I never see another breadroll in my life, I wouldn’t miss it one little bit.

Pic above it about 60 liters of bolognaise sauce for Friday night’s spagetti.

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Everyone washes their own dishes…

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:-)

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This bucket was filled with about 360 eggs for Saturday’s breakfast.

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Hot chocolate!

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This particular camp is musically themed, so all the courses are music related and so are most of the games.

I sang some songs I haven’t heard in 14 years and heard a lot for the first time too.:-)

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Campfire concerts and kuiers – the best!

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Bordesakkies!

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This is what the kitchen looks like clean and empty. I want a double dry rack like that at home haha!

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Stunning sunrise!

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10 kg of bacon.

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My sad looking tent, that decided it wanted to be a kite later that day. Thank goodness for heavy luggage and angels with hammers and storm pens.

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Something tells me I may have been better off sleeping outside, rather than with the children.πŸ˜‰

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Bees!

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A few pieces of boerewors.

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This is how you braai in bulk.

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My visitor for a few minutes. I mainly saw her at meal times.

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Games!

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I had to walk quite a bit to go have a smoke…so my feet were soooo filthy!

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Fellow kitchen slaves.

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Saturday night’s fire lighting ceremony.

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This moment right here, is what makes it all worthwhile.

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Storm pen…need some of that! Also I will definitely be packing a hammer next time.

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Breakfast line up.

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Uhm…I was a bit unprepared for the massive cold front that rolled in. At least I packed us each one set of warm clothes.

I was also unprepared for hearing LIONS ROAR Saturday morning. I kept thinking that it must be one helluva snorer in the tent section, but no, it actually was lions! About 3km away apparently, but they sounded like they were in the tent next door. And there I was, nursing my coffee and chilling on my camp chair at 4 in the morning.(I can’t sleep late, don’t know how *shrug*).

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Another sign of a weekend well spent.:-)

So how does it compare to way back when? It’s the same, but it’s all different…as it should be, since the kids are all different too.

The uniform has changed
There was not one single flag raising parade
Some of the traditional songs still have the same words, but they’ve been retuned! And they are now sung in different voices! (very pretty)
The camp is run almost exclusively by women now – in the past the split was more or less even but most camp leaders I ever saw were men. I hardly saw any men even leading teams this past weekend. Maybe it’s just this camp? Not sure. I asked a few people and they said that generally it goes this way. Interesting. I wonder why this might be the case?

Anyhoo, we had a blast and I can’t wait for the next one!

Fire lighting ceremony on Saturday…

Sorry, the beginning’s focus is a bit eratic. The girl in front of me kept moving her head and getting my auto focus excited. Got it right a few seconds in though.:-)

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What are your biggest long term dreams?

5 May , 2016

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I want to do something worthwhile. I’m not talking about money, I’m talking about something that leaves the world a little bit better off than before, or that makes a positive difference in the lives of the people involved in it.

Once or twice, I’ve come accross an idea that made me think, “This is it!”…but it wasn’t. I’m not worried though, I know that thing is out there. When the time and the thing is right, I’ll jump on it with both feet. For now I guess I stick to making the small differences…

Realistically though, I’d probably have to do my big thing on the side. Those kinds of things usually pay nothing and we are now mostly a family of five now.

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Show your readers 5 different ways to decorate pumpkins

18 April , 2016

Well, we don’t really do a lot of pumpkin decorating here in SA, unless you count hiding them in stews and fritters from our kids so they will eat them as decorating.

I once got involved in some pumpkin carving…and let me tell you, I’m pretty sure the american pumpkins are softer than our standard boerpampoene. It was incredibly hard to do actually! It is extremely unlikely that I’ll be trying that again any time soon.

Anyhoo, if I was the pumpkin decorating sort…which we’ve now firmly established, I’m not…this is what my pumpkins would look like.πŸ˜‰

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Joda! Or as Nicola calls him Iota.:-)

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I could maybe be convinced to try it again if there were powder tools involved…MAYBE.

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Do you decorate pumpkins? Or tell me your most favourite way to hide them from your children?

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Write the beginning of a scary story and let your readers decide what happens next

17 April , 2016

It was a dark and dreary night. The rain had been coming down for six days straight and didn’t look like it was going to let up any time soon.

She absent-mindedly looked at the rain drop’s path down the side window of her car. It was picking up speed and other stray droplets as it zig zagged down the glass.

Stupid car. Stupid rain. Stupid month end that had her working late and subsequently in this part of town long after sunset. Of course this is where her car would break down of all places.

The hazard lights and the rain drops beat an out of sync staccato while she waited for her night in shining armour (and tow truck) to arrive. She checked the time for the 100th time on her phone…22:45. Stupid battery was about to run out too. She hoped that the tow truck would arrive soon, and hopefully before the battery ran out.

Suddenly a loud thump startled her out of her grumbling mood. “Lady! Hey you! Help! We need your help!” a man shouted at her through the door.

Then…(over to you)

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