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Yeah…so this happened

12 February , 2017


I’m not going to go into the details of it…sorry, not sorry. Let’s just say we tried, hard, but we realised that we were never going to be pulling in the same direction. 

Or you could say I realised that…since I pulled the plug on it. And met no resistance, so you know…it is what it is.

It sucks, also hard, because obviously this is not how I saw or wanted this all to end up, but I’m sure with a bit of time and space we’ll all come through it.

Of course I will hopefully be writing more often. I have been a dreadful lack of  a blogger, but you know when you’re in the middle of a shit storm it’s probably a good policy to keep your mouth shut.

And that, I think, is all I have to say about this for now. 

Sorry Steve, I do love you…but it’s not enough for me to survive in these conditions.

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Johanna Anna Louisa (a.k.a Ouma) 20.5.1932 – 4.9.2015

4 September , 2015

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Rest in peace Ouma…

My gran had a stroke last week Saturday and after holding on all week with the help of a ventilator, so that all her children could have a chance to say goodbye, she moved on today.

This has been a rough year for my family. We hardly ever have funerals…and there are A LOT of us! And we’re not really known for being cautious either…but we’re tough. First Ben and now Ouma. A very rough year…

What can I say about Ouma Joey?

She was a quirky lady who did whatever the hell she wanted and who wasn’t overly concerned with what other people thought of her.

She was fiercely independant. Until a few years ago she was still driving around, doing yoga, walking kiloooooometers on her own every day and trying to get the hang of the internet. It was hard for her to accept that she needed full time care, and till the end I believe she was certain that at some point she would be well enough to live on her own again some day.

She loved her kids, even when they did silly things, and she always believed in their ideas and would try to help where she could.

My gran never aged a day until she outlived one of her six children, after that it was a slippery slope downhill. The second one she outlived just increased the pace.

Pain was a unknown thing for my gran. She had six kids naturally, no big whoop according to her. She hardly ever went to a doctor for anything and she was doing yoga with a compound back fracture like it was nothing, till she was diagnosed with osteoperosis a few years ago. When the nursing home told us she complained of a head ache before collapsing, everybody knew it was serious. My grandmother did not have head aches!

Ouma…wat ek die beste van als sal onthou is hoe jy gelag het, en hoe jy nie ooit bekommerd was oor die klein goetertjies nie. As dinge uit jou hande uit was, was dit uit jou gedagtes uit ook.
Ek weet jy sou gehaat het om op masjiene te lewe, so ek voel rustig en ek weet jy’s okay met aanbeweeg op die tyd wat die Here bepaal het. Partykeer was dit ROF! maar jy’t goed gedoen Ouma. Rus in vrede…en stuur groete vir Willem en Ben.

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Daar is ‘n vaste tyd vir alles,
elke ding onder die son het sy tyd:
‘n Tyd om gebore te word
en ‘n tyd om te sterf.
‘n Tyd om te plant
en ‘n tyd om uit te ruk wat geplant is.
‘n Tyd om dood te maak
en ‘n tyd om gesond te maak.
‘n Tyd om af te breek
en ‘n tyd om te bou.
‘n Tyd om te huil
en ‘n tyd om te lag.
‘n Tyd om hartseer te wees
en ‘n tyd om van vreugde te dans.
‘n Tyd om jou saad te saai
en ‘n tyd om jou saad terug te hou.
‘n Tyd om te omhels
en ‘n tyd om weg te bly van omhelsing.
‘n Tyd om te soek
en ‘n tyd om te verloor.
‘n Tyd om op te pas
en ‘n tyd om weg te gooi.
‘n Tyd om te skeur
en ‘n tyd om vas te werk.
‘n Tyd om stil te bly
en ‘n tyd om te praat.
‘n Tyd om lief te hê
en ‘n tyd om te haat.
‘n Tyd vir oorlog
en ‘n tyd vir vrede.
Watter voordeel is daar vir die een wat iets doen wat hom vermoei?
Ek het nagedink oor did werk waarmee God die mens belas.
Hy het als mooi gemaak, Hy het aan die mens ‘n visie gegee van die ewigheid. Tog kan mense nie die volle omvang van God se werk, van begin tot end, verstaan nie.
Ek het besef daar is vir mense niks beter nie as om vrolik te wees en tydens sy lewe die goeie te doen.
Mense moet eet en drink en onder al sy moeite nog die goeie kan geniet. Dit is geskenke van God.
Ek weet alles wat God doen is vir ewig. Niemand kan daar iets byvoeg of iets daarvan wegneem nie. God doen dit sodat die mens Hom sal eer.
Wat is, was reeds.
Wat nog sal wees,
was ook alreeds,
God soek dít op
wat alreeds verby is.

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Enough

7 July , 2015

So…it’s been a loooooong time in the making, but I have reached tolerance point with secret place and the recent shenanigans.

Time to find a new secret place.

You know…since I made the decision I feel like the weight of the world has lifted off my shoulders! I have never been more enthusiastic about the prospect of potentially being unemployed for a bit.

I’ve handed in my resignation, and the reactions have been truly touching. On the first day, when I started telling colleagues and friends in the building there were quite a few who actually started crying! And there are a few people who are actively campaigning to change my mind…all sorts of bribes and promises coming my way at the moment.

I won’t change my mind though. There is no doubt for me that, this is the right time and that it is the best move for me and my family’s future.

Onwards and upwards! 🙂

Ps! I was looking for the perfect picture to add to this post…but I couldn’t pick one. So I’ve gone to my pins and found a whole bunch I had under “Words of wisdom”, that I feel goes well with it. It would take me FOREVER to link them all properly from my phone (where I’m doing this post from), so go find them on Pinterest if you really want to know ‘kay?

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Sometimes quiet is good…

4 February , 2015

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I’ve been very quiet. Not the navel gazing, woe-is-me type of quite…nope. I’ve been the I-have-a-secret-happy kind of quiet. I haven’t been ready to talk about this until now. It’s just that I am so over the moon happy, and for once blogging has been the furthest thing from my mind. 😉

I’m pretty sure there are going to be a lot of questions, and I’ll take a stab at answering them all (within reason). Just know that I am completely head-over-heels, Cloud9 and beyond happy, and that the feelings are mutual. It’s real. He’s here to stay. Life is grand and amazing.

I could go on and on about how fantastic and caring and amazing he is, and how special he makes me feel and how he treats me like the sun rises and sets by my whims (he does!)…and I probably will, so go ahead and brace yourself…but for now I am just going to sit here and grin like an idiot and walk around humming while my colleagues look at me like I’ve lost the plot.

Love…it really makes the world go round, doesn’t it?

😀

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Nicola is mad about him too, and makes the poor man read complicated Afrikaans stories to her…which he does beautifully.

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A blurry photo, but you get the idea…I was being treated to dinner prepared by two of my most favourite people in the whole wide world.

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 Getting spoilt all the time…seriously…ALL the time!

Okay, so go ahead and fire away all your burning questions, or don’t and just be happy with me. I am having the time of my life either way. 😉

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14.7.2014 Tannie Ria

17 July , 2014

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Ek kan nie glo jy’s weg nie…

Nie meer op jou pos in jou stoel in die kombuis, glas wyn in die hand, rokies op die kas, altyd gereed om drukkies uit te deel of ‘n skouer om op te huil, of te luister en raad te gee…of te skater van die lag nie nie.

Net weg…

Daar is donker tye wat ek nie weet of ek anderkant sou uitgekom het sonder jou nie. Jy met jou klein armpies en jou groot hart. Op een so ‘n geleentheid het ek daar gesit en kla, en na seker ‘n uur of meer het jy gesê…weet jy my kindjie, ek sit nou hier na jou en luister en ek hoor baie “ek voel” en “ek dink”, maar waar is die “ek besluit” en die “ek doen”? Jy gaan jouself mal maak met hierdie ander kak, en dis nie hoe ek jou ken nie. Mwahaha…spyker op die kop soos gewoonlik, ek dink altyd aan jou woorde wanneer ek vasval in ‘n ek dink en ek voel situasie.

Dankie vir al die lag saam, die geselsies oor die wêreld en wat nog – soms deur die nag om daai kombuis kas. Dankie vir al die liefde.

Ek is jammer dat ons nie meer gekuier het nie, veral die laaste paar jaar. En ek is jammer dat jy nooit vir Nicola ontmoet het nie, sy is die beste dingetjie wat nog ooit met my gebeur het en ek dink jy sou dit geniet het om te sien hoe sy my op my tone hou.

Jy los ‘n groot gat Tannie Ria, ‘n LEEMTE. My hart is stukkend.

Slaap sag…

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A very long catch up post

6 May , 2014

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But first, some photos! I might chuck in a bit of news along the way. 😉

So, I have new toys and plenty of them. My poor longsuffering laptop kicked the bucket (fan again) and instead of trying to replace the fan for a second time, I’ve made peace with it and bought a new one. Works like a dream, even though Windows 8 is a bit of a thing to get used to. I miss the start button in its traditional place, must be getting old.

I also have a new phone! The old one was still okay-ish (even though I’ve had it for ages and was eligible for an upgrade from October last year already). Vodacom phoned me to try and migrate me from my package to a new one since they are discontinuing the one I was on. They through a whole bunch of free things at me and I decided that I might as well upgrade my handset at the same time. This is one of the photos taken on my shiny new S5. It is such a pleasure not having to charge my phone every two hours anymore – I use it almost constantly, and it goes for days!

If you’re wondering why Polka looks a bit like a rhino with one big blue horn on her head, it’s because I had to tape her ears up for a couple of hours each day the first week or two. If you don’t you apparently get a floppy eared yorkie (who resembles yoda). They seem to have the standing up thing under control now…but when she’s tired at the end of a day the points curl backwards – I think it actually looks kind of cute, so I’m not going to faf with it anymore.

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Nicola, with a flower hat she made from a craft set.

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See that lovely sheen on my daughter’s hair? *sigh* Fucking head lice runs rampant at her school non stop at the moment. I have treated our hair every single weekend this entire year…and all for nothing. I just have them gone and she picks up new passengers at school the next day again. Other than shaving her hair clean off or sending her to school wearing a shower cap or a swim cap I honestly don’t know what to do anymore. I am so sick of it…but I’m pretty sure that this is just the way it’s going to be until she moves to a new school next year.

Things we have tried with varying levels of success and or discomfort: the normal lice treatment available in pharmacies (all brands), blow drying hair every day whether you wash it or not (this does seem to stop the nits from hatching so at least we have less to combat the next week), bergamot and or tea tree oil in shampoo, conditioner and detangle sprays (this doesn’t seem to do anything except piss them off, as a deterrent I have found all of them equally unsuccessful, it seems our school’s lice have lost their sense of smell), apple cider vinegar and coconut oil – you soak the hair in the vinegar and let it dry naturally (this smells like a bottle of salad dressing exploded on your head…unpleasant to say the least), then you melt some coconut oil and massage that into the hair making sure everything is covered and sleep with it in overnight (smells like cookies and a welcome change from the vinegar…takes for eeeeeever to get out of your hair again…seriously, FOREVER!), comb with metal toothed nit comb (not a myth: the metal is miles more effective than the plastic) – this surprisingly actually helped quite a bit, the vinegar allegedly is supposed to attack the exo-skeleton of the lice (found that hard to believe, but hey…desperate times calls for desperate measures?)…it was oddly comforting combing out half pieces of bugs for a change. I even coloured my hair to try and cut down on how much of this I pick up from her – helped for about two weeks and then it was back to normal (the new normal being the itchy and scratchy kind).

So.Over.It. Bring on 2015, and hopefully a bunch of kids whose parents actually treat them when they have a break out.

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My dad and Nicola, clowning around.

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At a colleague/friend’s fairwell. We had it at Morrell’s in Northcliff. What a pretty place!

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This is not what I thought my dessert would look like when I ordered it, but it was lovely and looked stunning.

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Polka has grown quite attached to my boots. She keeps getting out of her basket to cuddle up to them, so now before I go to bed I just chuck one in there for her – works like a charm. She has started chewing on the soft leather though, so I will probably have to take her nunu blanket away at some point when there’s more involved than just gums.

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Isn’t this just the cutest?! 😀

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Nicola and I made some brownies with some of our leftover easter eggs. I adjusted the recipe a bit to make it work, but it came out great! We still have a massive container full of Easter chocolate, so I might have to make some more at some point.

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Polka, at 10 weeks, is going completely grey. 😉 That’s all new growth, so one of these days she can have a bow in her hair – Nicola is going to be thrilled. According to her a dog cannot be stulish without a pink hair accesory (or a tutu, but I’m not doing that!).

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My mom and Nicola, baking together. She just LOVES helping Ouma out in the kitchen!

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Nicola found my fluffy beanie, and she loves it. Luckily I am not much of a hat fan, because I think I’ve lost mine…besides, she looks much cuter in it than I ever did.

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Look at this awesome cake my mom made. I posted this on fb and it caused quite a bit of confusion. See, the birthday boy’s name is Nicholai. He is my sister-in-law’s nephew. From this photo it looks a bit like Nicola though, so everyone wanted to know since when my pink terrorist was into spiderman hahaha! (Never mind that she’s already four and her birthday is actually in December – I know I sometimes get a bit behind on my photo posting but that’s a stretch, even for me).

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The birthday boy. He LOVED his cake, and especially his figurine on top. Once he gor hold of it, he never let go.

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With his parents. 🙂

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Nicola enjoyed this ice cream more than she’s probably ever enjoyed an ice cream. First she had a go at it with the spoon, then it went a bit mushy and she takled most of it with a straw, and finally she had the glass in both hands to tip the last few drops into her mouth. Not one morsel left behind.

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We stopped at our place on the way back to pick up Polka since it was almost dinner time for her and we weren’t done visiting yet. Just look at those little faces. 🙂

Right, then onto yesterday: When I pulled up at Nicola’s school the police were there…not the kind of thing any parent likes to see. The principal was busy talking to them so I decided to get going and find out what it’s all about today instead. I mentioned to Nicola something along the lines of, “Look, the police are here.” She wanted to know why (we are currently in a very persistant WHY phase as it is). I didn’t know and I said so. She said, “Oh, I think I know why they’re here! They’ve come for Pabalo! She didn’t pray before she had her lunch, and now they’ve come for her!” Mwahaha, I laughed so hard I almost peed my pants. Yes baby, maybe that’s exactly it.

I asked the pincipal this morning (who really enjoyed Nicola’s theory too), she said that a parent without custody came round and tried to snatch a kid – so they had to get the police in to stop him.

I have more rambles, but I’m going to leave it at that for today. 😉

 

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And so it begins

15 April , 2014

Oh my word, I am so tired! If I make it through today without a nap behind my table I deserve some sort of medal…preferably made of chocolate (and laced with coffee).

Today is the big day for enrolments for Grade R (I think this is for all Gauteng schools? But definitely for the school I picked). I have been stalking the chosen one for yeeeears. I’m not even exagerating. In the year that Nicola turned two I phoned them to ask if I could put her on a waiting list, and the teacher laughed and laughed…and laughed some more. I had to give her a few minutes to calm down before she could tell me no, not yet.

Since mid last year I have been religiously stalking their website for any news, and then in about May the site stopped updating (apparently their web developer has passed away without leaving behind the password so their website is now useless). From about February I have phoned them for news at least every two weeks or so. Last week Monday the forms became available (at bloody last) and I was their almost as soon as they opened the gates. So I knew, today was going to be the make or break day.

For those not familiar with the way it’s now done around here, let me explain. The department of education releases randomly a date (that date for this year now being today) on which all new enrolments for Grade R and Grade 1 can begin. No school is allowed to take enrolments before and on the day and thereafter the school has to allocate numbers to prospective students based on when their forms are recieved. There is usually an A list and a B list determined on the official feeder area of the school. Each school has their magic number of new entries that they will accept or have capacity for, and you will then make it to either the A-list, the A waiting list, or the B list depending on where you live/work and how quickly you got the form to them. By the end of May the school has to let everyone know if they made it or not, and those who didn’t make it will be allocated to other schools where they have capacity and you do not get a say in the matter after that.

If you get through all these hoops for Grade R, then you still have to go through it again for Grade 1…thereafter I’ve heard you can just renew, and you don’t have to join queues with stacks of paperwork at ungodly hours to get your kid educated anymore.

A yes…I forgot to mention the paperwork. For the first round (today) you have a one page document to complete, to which you must attach a proof of residence, a certified copy of your child’s birth certificate, copy of the immunisation card, and a letter from your employer on an official company letterhead. This is just to get that magical number on the list, your child isn’t actually enrolled yet. In November you get to do this again with the same paperwork (refereshed obviously) and fill in a 28 page enrollment form, also there are additional docs needed (of course). I think it might be easier to buy a house than to get your child in a school of your choice, If you’re missing even one document you get bumped to the B-list automatically.

So, you know…no pressure. 😉

Yesterday when I picked Nicola up from school she was having a little panic about big school, so I asked her if she wanted to go and have a look at it. When we drove past there where HUNDREDS of cars there and I thought to myself FUCK! All these people are already in the queue. So we rushed over to my folks, I wolfed down dinner and packed some overnight things for waiting in the queue and hightailed it back to the school. Luckily my panic was for nothing, because they were actually busy with a parent-teacher evening! I found a teacher smoking skelm behind the bleachers and he explained…after he laughed and laughed, and laughed some more of course. I must have been quite a sight with my camp chair, blanky, big flask and book to read. At least I got to sleep a few hours – cause on top of all this excitement I am actually feeling pretty shitty, so the beginnings of flu in a camping chair outside overnight wasn’t exactly my top choice for the evening.

I got up early (my oringinal plan) and was there by 05:00, and let me tell you I was not the first by a long shot! Apparently some people were there from just before midnight-ish. Even so, I felt like all was not lost and that I had a decent enough spot in the queue. I fell in line, and started making friends with the stangers around me.

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Here are the people in front of me, all 30 of them…

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Officially the whole thing only opened at 06:00. These are some of the people behind me. By the time I was done there were at least another 100 or so there. I ended up getting on so well with the guy behind me, that we exchanged numbers so that we could arrange a party for our next queue experience, and to share news if we got any. The woman in front of me was a bit stiff-upper-lip, so I didn’t chat too much with her though.

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Ta-dah! 😀 This is what I got for my hour and a half in the queue. It’s a very slow moving queue. You get to the first check point and you first have to show them your street on a map…this gets you sorted into either the A queue or the B queue. Next check point is a document and certification check point, this gets you a nice red check mark on your form (or not, in which case you get to change queues). And then the last point is where you get the number and they write down your child’s name on the list and you have to sign.

Extremely competitive, isn’t it? And these are not private schools by the way – I believe with some of those you have to get on a waiting list as soon as you find out you’re pregnant just to get in. Is it just me, or do we not have enough good quality schools in JHB? O_o

Oh well, all this standing around is good practice for voting day too. 7th of May is just around the corner, which will be my next big queue experience. *shrug*