Archive for the ‘Pfffft’ Category

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Catch up: A few of my favourite photos over the last month

17 February , 2019

Our first babies to go to Aqua Empire!

We have a very tiny house, and half of it is full of fish tanks now. Andy is in Nicola’s words, a fish-genius! So they’re all doing very well.

It’s a bit of a sideline thing for us now. We breed mollies, guppies, swordtails, platys and german rams.

My heart…

Polka doing her daily impersonation of a cat…or a snake. We now call her a Yorkshire-python.

Photo-bomb by the psycopath goldfish. We thought this fish was pretty much indestructible, in the case of nuclear war it would be this fish and the cockroaches left.

Sadly he went to the big toilet bowl in the sky yesterday…so if I was a cockroach I’d start to worry now.

He ate the babies so he got himself booted to a vase.

Fearless Nicola.

Okay, to be fair, this dog follows her around with stars in his eyes whenever we go to Aqua Empire.

Oupa, Reghardt and Jessie.

My spiggy gets his eyes tested.

Special treat for Nicola. A night out and movies!

Lunch with Denise and family and the Zambezi Harley Club.

Polkie the yorkshire-python.

Can you believe how quickly this pink terrorist (who does not like pink at all anymore!) is growing up?!

I’m not ready…

What the sky has looked like most of this month.

I love rain, but it would also be nice to get the laundry dry for a change.

I tried to take a photo of the lights in the plane for Nicola, but a small airpocket gave me this gem instead.

My punks…German rams. They are so damn cute! Lots of attitude. I could sit and watch them for hours…if I had hours.

Our tanks. The last one is our general creche for the non-exotics. We’ve split them into small, medium and large. So that the bigger ones don’t chomp the new borns.

When they’re just born all you can see is eyes and assholes, and even their own moms think they’re perfect snack size.

Polkie cuddles. This one is a expert level blanket thief!

So, there you go…photo catch up done. 🙂

After my doom and gloom of no car January, I am again in a pretty excellent head space at the moment.

Slight wobble yesterday when I attended my great-aunt’s funeral. My mom’s cousin has three daughters. One lives in Australia and couldn’t come for her grandmother’s funeral. They read a letter from her after the service where she also explained the send of ceremony and goodbye they did for her gran there.

It really got to me. This will be us soon, when my brother goes. It sucks.

At the time I was a bit of a mess and I was a bit emo about it all day. Even had another snot-en-trane episode about it on Andy’s shoulder last night.

This morning, well rested and on my second coffee, I point out to myself that very often my brother actually doesn’t attend family funerals anyway. And Skype makes the world a much smaller place.

We will make our own new normal.

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Protected: I’m going to miss your red soil

14 February , 2019

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Protected: Black dog…voetsek nou!

12 January , 2019

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Protected: For sh#ts and giggles…and tears

10 January , 2019

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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.

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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…

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Oh Mammy…

27 September , 2018

Found a lump yesterday…booked for a squashing on the 3rd of October.

Not overly excited about this. Keep you fingers crossed for me please, or if it’s your thing pray.

I am low level FREAKING out!