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Happy Birthday my Spiggy!

23 December , 2018

You are so amazing! I am so glad you’re mine, and ours. ❤ We love you.

Happy Birthday my Spiggy…xxx


Happy Birthday Nicola!

19 December , 2018

I can’t believe you’re 9 already! Where has the time gone?! It feels like just the other day when I was putting together the birthday post of 8…and just the day before when I saw your little face for the first time at all!

This year has been another BIG one for you and for us, and now also for the bigger us.

I may have been a bit in denial about how much you really missed having your own dad-person in your life but seeing you and Andy together and hearing you say it in so many words had me a little bit gutted, but I maintain that no father is 100% better than a bad one. One day maybe, when you’re all grown up, you’ll understand what I mean and why I said that.

You continue to dazzle me with the way you look at things, your razor-sharp wit and your big heart. I couldn’t be any prouder of you if I tried, Nicola! Always keep being you. Don’t let the world dull your sparkle. Like I always tell you, we own our strange. 😉 You have no idea how special you are…

And now, to continue in the tradition of birthday posts – here is a small selection of my favourite photos of you for this year.

Love you to infinity and beyond my baby angel. I thank God for the opportunity to share in each of your adventures and experience all the little everyday miracles with you.  Can’t wait to see what happens next!




Finding my feet…and foot

28 November , 2018

Now THERE are some words of wisdom! Remember this one kids. It’s so true…

These two, thick as thieves and getting more so every day. I just love watching them together.

I can’t remember if I mentioned it in my last post, but Nicola has blossomed into a full on Daddy’s girl…guess she was just waiting for the right father figure.

It’s “a bit” of an adjustment not being my pink terrorist’s favourite parent anymore,or at the time being anyway. Haha, I’m not complaining, mind you…just adjusting. What makes it infinitely easier than my previous attempt at white-picket-fenceness is that Andy is just as attached and invested in Nicola as she is in him.

Lots of love all round…

Look at our beautiful Hibiscus. Definitely summer now. I wish I had leave and some cash, I could totally pretend to be a beach bum for a week or two.

This has been one hell of a year…

Of course at a braai, even a McGuyver one, you can have a little drink. Only thing is my wine glasses are in storage, so I had it in a cooldrink glass. Andy giggled at me about my choice of receptacle until I pointed out that he was having a beer out of a flower pot, haha! (Not really, it’s a German Beer mug made of pottery – but it really looks like a flower pot).

A good time was had by all… 😀

My happy…

Some lovely words on Time that I spotted at the Slow Lounge in Sandton.

I have a proper boo-boo.

You may or may not remember that I broke this bloody foot a few years ago? Well it’s been fine since then, and then all of a sardine it felt like I had a bone sticking out under the skin. You can sort of see the knob on this photo, below the pinky toe halfway between the toe and the heel. And it is sore! Look at my poor puffer foot!

I would have probably left it, but the pain became a bit unbearable so I dragged my sorry self off to the doctor for X-rays and a diagnosis.

Good news…sort of…it’s not a bone sticking out.

It’s something called Capsulitus, which is apparently quite common although I have never heard of it before. There’s a membrane around the bones, especially in joints, filled with liquid that helps movement, and when you spring a leak this is what happens (amongst other things, seriously don’t google this, it’s gross!). So in a nutshell, I’m leaking hydraulic liquid and it’s causing this hard bone like thing to stab me, and a fair amount of pain and inflammation.

I have been stabbed in the but with anti-inflammatory and cortisone, and I got a script for more of the same (I would have had the tablets by now, but the current medical aid and I are having some artistic differences around my day-to-day cover now that I’ve given them notice that I plan to move to another medical aid – so I’ll go get the meds after pay day).

The long and the short (and the puffy) of it is that this treatment has a not so spectacular 20% chance of sorting out my issue, and in the likely event that it does not I will have to go for a small operation on my foot to sort it out.

Good times…Maryna reminded me that should this end up needing an operation she would pray for the safety of those around me. I get very aggressive from anesthesia. Hahaha, I almost forgot about that! *Note to self* Remind them again that it would probably be best to strap me down while I’m asleep, they won’t be able to once I wake up, and I don’t want to hurt anyone or rip my stitches.

In case you just thought I had canckles in general, here are some reference shots of what my feet usually look like when I’m not leaking vital fluids into odd bone-like bubbles.


Eep! I almost died…

19 November , 2018

Of fright!

If you know me, you know that I am not scared of spiders. I am terrified of them!

So just imagine how traumatic it was for me when I was putting out fresh towels yesterday, and one leaped out of my towel and ran up my arm. I almost shat myself.

As it is, I screamed in a fashion that not even I knew I had the vocal range for. Towels went flying everywhere and I did that weird karate-breakdance-run out of the bathroom. Everyone came running cause they thought there was an intruder or I was under attack.

I was under attack…and if it was an intruder I wouldn’t have screamed…I would have punched them in the face.

Still not over it. Bloody traumatic!

Other than something bad happening to my people, this was my worst nightmare!

And to think, it must have been lurking in our linen closet for at least 2 weeks. Waiting to pounce! I feel so violated! Hahaha. No really…


Results are in!

8 October , 2018

I phoned and emailed and carried on with no results all day. The suspense was not great…

Eventually tracked down my GP in the hope that they maybe sent him a copy, and yay they did!

Not cancer – phew!

Something that can hopefully be cleared up with a SERIOUS dose of antibiotics and a follow up sonar.

My relief and thankfulness knows no bounds!

Thank you to each and every one who has messaged and or called and kept me in your thoughts and prayers.