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Happy and blessed beyond recognition

21 May , 2018

Guys, meet Len…my boyfriend. 😀

 

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…en toe vind ek jou

10 May , 2018

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It was the best of times…it was the worst of times…it was this past long weekend!

2 May , 2018

This particular photo wasn’t strictly speaking from this weekend, but isn’t Polka just so darned cute posing there amongst the autumn leaves?

So on the worst side: Friday was not a very free day for me personally. I managed to pick up some form of food poisoning I guess, and I spent the majority of my day on the bathroom floor trying to keep water down.

It was “glorius”! Not. I am no stranger to tummy bugs and food poisonings alike, best is usually to just let your body get rid of what’s bugging. Don’t fight it, it’s trying to protect you. It got to a point where my dad offered to take me to hospital and I strongly considered taking him up on that offer.

Blergh!

More on the worst side: Poor L, Nicola’s bestie since forever landed up in hospital for most of the weekend fighting of some infection. We snuck in to see her as Nicola isn’t 12 yet and technically not really allowed in the wards. Oh well, the place was just about deserted since I think most people try to have their medical emergencies on weekends other than long weekends.

Nicola was freaked out by all the drips and needles, and didn’t want to touch her friend for fear of hurting her…but at least we got to say hi and drop off a “thinking of you” gift.

On the best side: My cousin Bernadine and her family, and my cousin Albert and his family dropped in for lunch Sunday, and my folks whipped up a FEAST. Even more spectacular, I managed to keep it down (the previous day I kept to toast and black coffee to nurse my poor tummy past it’s temper tantrum).

These two above, Bernadine and Zelmarie are both busy hatching – and both due within a month of each other. Shame, they are in the proper exhausted part of this experiences and made turns almost falling asleep on each other.

More feast prep!

The worst: Monday morning and my noodle looks like she’s coming down with something…and we have big plans for the day, so we self medicate, cross our fingers and hope for the best.

She perked up a bit after she was properly awake. And usually she shakes these things off like it’s nothing (unless there are teeth involved, then she goes down like a ton of bricks and we end up at the emergency room with crazy fevers).

No teeth this time round, no fever, just a bit clingy and not 100%. Felt like about a 80% to me, so onwards with the big plans.

Best times: We spent a fabulous day at the Walter Sisulu Botanical Gardens with L, who we’ve successfully established is in fact not a vampire. 😉

See? He shows up in photos and he doesn’t go up in smoke if the sun hits him. 😀

😀 I am extremely happy…as you can see!

*Blows kisses at L, who also reads this blog now*

On the way out I foolishly let Nicola trot around this new water feature they built. In my defense, it was a pretty warm day and she had been clowning around so effortlessly that it sort of slipped my mind that she woke up not feeling great.

We went home, and all watched a movie together. Nicola insisted that L had to see Harry Potter – Chamber of Secrets. 😆 After which she jumped on him for piggy back rides!

The in between: On Tuesday we took a full on pajama day. A stay at home and do as little as possible sort of pajama day. The best kind of pajama day ever! Very relaxing.

Nicola woke up properly sick and without a voice. It cleared up a bit later but as the day went on the coughing just got worse and worse.

My dad had a mission to clear gutters. You can see the millions of little leaves which were clogging it up. This isn’t even from our tree, but never mind that.

I’m not sure that this is the safest way to unclog gutters demonstrated in this pic above, but it’s a very awkward little space in between the house and the neighbours, and luckily the neighbours were kind enough to switch off their electric fence for this manouvre (it’s not their tree either, in case you were wondering).

My job was to man the tap for blasting and on occasion to hold the ladder for mounting and dismounting. I had a lot of time to take random photos of the leaves and what-not.

Clear skies, wet gutter…I just liked the look of this reflection there.

The worst: Today Nicola was now seriously ill and as luck would have it, my manager who I was supposed to have three offsite client meetings with today also had to bail out due to a sick baby. Her;s is suspected to have glandular fever.

And so we found ourselves at a pretty packed Medicross, waiting to see our doctor…Nicola coughing up a storm, but otherwise being a real champ.

Our waiting room faces…

Okay the last straw worst: Nicola has laryngitis which is busy spreading to her lungs. Two or three days bed rest and a bag of meds prescribed. The list was antibiotics, custom made cough syrup, and Myprodol syrup.

I asked the doc if I could switch the Myprodol for Stopayne, since I know that knocks her out and I think the rest will probably help her get better sooner. He said no problem, just ask the pharmacist to switch it out. Great.

Not great.

The entire experience at the pharmacy was traumatic and unsatisfactory to say the least. Suffice it to say this particular pharmacist and myself rubbed each other up the wrong way from the word go, and we were both happy to see the back of each other by the time I left.

For the sake of completeness of history, let me tell you the way we pissed each other off:

  1. They have this stupid queuing system that allocates you a number. You will not be served without it, so resistance is futile. As luck would have it, the blasted thing had a paper jam when I pressed the button and it took them about 5 numbers to sort it out before I managed to get my hands on an actual numbered ticket.
  2. So the cranky pants at counter 2 opens up. There is no one in front of me. He starts calling numbers that were never allocated. Predictably no one steps up. He obviously has a sort of process to follow, because he calls each number twice and gives a couple of minutes for them to respond. These invisible people who aren’t there. I have a giggle at this and tell him that I think I’m next, there was a paper jam on the machine. OOooooh noooooo! I can’t jump the mythical queue! He carries on with calling no one for ten rounds before I am allowed to step up to the counter.
  3. Oh well, you know, prisoner of process. I shrug and thank my lucky stars that this is not my daily slog.
  4. I mention the Myprodol/Stopayne swop out to him and he gets mighty offended at the concept. Oh no, can’t substitute one for the other, they’re not the same thing you see (yes captain obvious, I know they’re not, that’s why I asked for a different one – they are both over the counter). He is however willing to sell me the other one as an extra…dude, are you for real?! In my moment of need, you are trying to up-sell me?! No thanks, give me the bloody Myprodol.
  5. Next item, the antibiotics. He asks me if I want the Augmentin or a generic? Is this the same guy who had a big twitch about switching out prescribed things 2 minutes ago? Not my finest moment but I did refer him to his own rules and recommended we just stick to what was written down. I do not want generics, and he doesn’t want to substitute – for all practical purposes this shouldn’t come in a discussion.
  6. Then the cough syrup…he says…you know your medical aid will not pay for this? Yeah, okay. Whatever. If that is what Nicola needs then that’s fine by me. I get the impression he’s itching to substitute…I am at this point itching to throat punch. We leave all itchings and get on with it.
  7. He checks the co-payment amount with me THREE times! Where was all this concern with my pocket when we were trying to upsell me on Stopayne guy?
  8. Finally to add insult to injury, he locks my meds in a little cage and sends me to pay my co-payment. Like I am going to risk a criminal record for a little bag of meds. Gmpf! Grrr! (the little cage probably wouldn’t have pissed me off as much if I wasn’t already in the RED by that stage).

We are not going there again. Ever. That is all.

Anyhoo…Other than the few iffy bits, I’d say our weekend was downright fabulous!

How was your long weekend?

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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. 😉