A loud shout from all in the peanut gallery who feel our day should be a 25 hour day. Come on now - Because I know that when I JUMP out of bed- literally - i am not alone, after hitting the snooze button (TWICE) I feel that I somehow will overcome the snooze if I jump out of bed, sometimes i jump out so quickly i surprise myself. I don't even give my feet time to feel blood and by the time my husband leaves for work I am ready to go back to bed.

My morning like most starts with waking the kids (at least 3 times) and in between making a gourmet lunch for the family to remember me when they are at work and school (W H A T E V E R) and that they will love and appreciate me so much more for this. Jot a quick "romantic note for the hubbies lunchbox because at 6 in the morning my inspiration is overflowing (no not really however Google works 24 hours a day). Then its breakfast and tea and feed the cats. (Who by now are stalking my mothers budgies - as if to threaten me). Feed garden birds - do some bird watching with my boy as he is working on a cub badge, look up the bloody birds in bird books - brush teeth and hair and shove out the door with a kiss.

NEXT - Hubby who slowly stretches his body knowing time will stop for him as he wakes up slowly, peacefully, gracefully without a hair out of place (even the cats gather on the bed for a morning rub) And I am having HOT flushes on the other side of the room - : "SHAME baby (he says) did you not sleep well you look tiered".

Hop in shower, make sure hubby takes lunch - walk hubby to car go indoors - walk lunch to car. kiss and off to work he goes - with a hi ho hi ho.

BREATH........

My work is in the backyard, however people saying: "Oh but its a family business on the premises - how lucky you are" well chances are they have never met my boss the slave driver who by the way knows no priorities and everything and I mean everything is URGENT... ......... AKA my dad mmmmm yes the man who has not only raised me but had dedicated his last 40 years of his life to me - who has towed me more than a million times - who has bailed me out on a month short of cash, (no pressure) So saying no or later is NOT an option, SCREAMING silently in my head and wishing my coffee was Irish is however an option. Also Living on the premises does not make the work less, and instead of a 8 hour day I normally have a much longer day and lunch is a quick dash to the loo. At work i am known as SLAVE CHILD..........

My life is that of colour - so just to brighten it a little more I added a few things, I run a cell group, I volunteer as a mommy helper at cub scouts on a Teusday and run all the games, I run the youth church on a Sunday (about 40 high school kids) and now and then feed the homeless. Some say amazing others say SUCKER.......... I personally feel some days its SUCKER ........ and feel that some times when volunteers are needed I have a lable on my forehead reading "PICK ME - YOU KNOW I CANT SAY NO"

However the work day reaches the end, I rush home to start or finish homework during making dinner - hubby comes home - feed kids feed husband and then I feed the cats (who by now are litrally climbing into the fridge every time I open it ) feed any other persons / animals that walks through the door. (no i dont always know where they come from)

Get kids to bath - read a story and the then its about 9 o clock time for planning games or lessons FINALLY its 10 ME TIME so when I collapes into bed i normally like to read however i dont think I ever get past the first paragraph and wake up with a book on my face. And my husband saying Ag shame baby you so tiered shame babes would you mind giving me a back rub. No no not at all, I am sure I can squeeze it in - so thinking about it i dont think that its really a 25 hour day i need - its more a red bull.

So for all you other "normal moms - like me" out there - know this one thing not only are you not alone - but one day the kids will be all grown up and you can retire and if you are like me catch up on some reading.

I find it tiring to listen to people who sit in their comfy zones and complain as the world passes them by, how will positive change come about if we sit back - now even though I blog so seldom - I think its time to air my opinion on the world once again. I recently attended the Coke Zero Rock Fest - It was more a Zero Rock than anything else. However having gathered my grievences to the official "Coke fest blog" Maybe its the word BLOG that my eyes start to twinkle. So the head it by saying - did it rock or not -So, if you attended the Coca Cola Zero Fest 2009, let us know in the comments below which event you attended, what bands you liked or disliked, what you thought of the venue and anything else you want to add.

Comment away!

I mean COMMENT AWAY!!!

So I did and it was actually the second time I had posted the same post and the first time someone left a comment saying - PFFT.... Cindy if you cannot afford it dont go . However this was not my overall problem - So they asked for it - Likes and dislikes and thats what I gave them - only for people to give a mouthful back --- PFFFT back at them ....so here is my letter in its entirety: If anyone has a problem with spelling in the following letter please go to www.cindys owndictionaryWHATEVER...................com.....

mmmmmmm well in all honesty perhapes if I was a millionaire and could afford the drinks (alcholic and non) well it might have been a little more pleasant due to the numbing effect, of the drinks. I suppose i should start with COKE - your advertising was amazing clearly you could not miss the fact that coke was a sponsor. However R10 for a coke or water - come on guys what do we look like - our economy is already bad however you ripped us off. FREE dodge water if you were squished in front is what you gave us………. YOU HAVE GOT TO BE JOKING….. A few button badges and some sweeties oh yes and a plastic braclet did not make me feel very special. The problem is that no one saw a mention of BIG Concerts (except on our pink badges) SO all the complaining was against COKE - and it is seen as a COKE only function. Jack Daniels . . . R30 for a shot ARE YOU FOR REAL…… oh yes with a R10 coke, my wallet thought it knew the word BARE however you guys gave new meaning to this word. BIG CONCERTS My hubby and I see few luxeries in life however bought our tickets nearly 2 months before so we could be GOLDEN CIRLCLE ooooooooo, only to find that tickets were not only being sold the day before the concert but golden circle pink bands were handed out by big bouncers to “pretty chicks” I dont think I have EVER experienced that amount of people in a golden cirlcle in my entire life. It was like a stampede & perhapes for the big boys upstairs this would be a huge “profit” for them as a South African (of not the richest class) felt appaulded by the conditions we had to endure for the day. Getting out of the circle was a joke - as people got angry and agressive with people around them standing on their things. And who can blame them - and i was at the only little tree in the circle the whole eveing and witnessed people becoming so angry i was shocked - even the band dirt skirts had a nasty run in with a man behind me that would not let them pass. My hubby could not even get out to go to the loo. He eventually came back upset and said he would wait. Security could not handle the stampede coming in and out of that circle. I was stopped 3 times in one go going in to have my bag checked as hundreds passed by me without a word…??? Location - was not bad - i felt it was closer than the last venue (me coming from pta) and parking was handled well - lighting was execlent too. BANDS Our SA bands should really really be chosen with utmost consideration - as we go on stage with international bands, Besides one or so of our 5 bands I was dissapointed and amused that we could put such amatuer bands on stage (how embarresing) that afrikaans / arabian band - I did not even know he was singing Afrikaans till about 3 songs in - I actually asked my friend what language he was singing. Snow patrol and panic were very good - they had a stage presence that was amazing - OASIS was dissapointing - giving us the feel that they were there only because they choose to be - thousands left by about their 4th song. But that is no ones fault. Overall I thought after paying R600 for a ticket and being made to feel no more special than the Joe next to me - I am dissapointed in how it all went down. And not only that i am so bankrupt now its not funny - I am amazed however no one else has said anything about this since I overheard many people complaining.

SO thats it ..... Honest and direct but too the point, i thought anyway ..........Change only comes about when we are not complacent. DUH!!!

Anyway my rant and rave was good ........... i feel a peace falling over me ...... thanks

Age had never bothered me i always felt that perhapes growing old gracefully is the way to approach getting older - however on that note i would like to say that i fight the grey hairs - i might be graceful with some things but some things are worth fighting for.

I recently saw some friends including an old flame on (Face book) however my story continues and sitting with the oppertunity to click "friend me or not" i find myself thinking this man ( who still looks the same as he did 10 years ago) is going to say HEY its Cinds hey all my friends that knew her(10 years ago and have the photos of before her body was destorted to unbelievable widths due to babies) go check her profile and photos out...........mmmmmmmmm got me thinking i might not be as graceful as i would like to be.

I must admit being on the larger side does bother some woman - and believe you me as content as i feel right now i have my moments of OH MY WORD what has happened to me and WHY IS MY BUM Smacking my CALVES ...........so in a moment of ungracefulness i normally go have a random thyroid test just to make sure. However I happen to be a VERY healthy obese woman - who likes food and detests exercise ...... i find that totally normal in todays world (or so i keep telling myself)

The fact now is that growing old means - when i forget my childs name its not due to pregnancy and find its harder to find excuses - UM sorry little boy please go call the other child in the house.

However the advantage is sitting with your mom watching a movie for the 3rd time and not really remembering till the credits come out.............. OH MY what fun

People who don't Think probably don't have Brains; rather, they have gray fluff that's blown into their heads by mistake.
Winnie the Pooh
Pooh's Little Instruction Book

yes that would explain a lot.

I must just say i love being older i love being large and wrinkle free, i love the freedom of choice to cook brussel sprouts or not. I love the fact that shopping for a swiming costume ends up putting a smile on my face......... in more ways than one........... so i feel i am growing old gracefully and every now and then I do it as ungracefully as possible and I AM STRONGER for that.......... i think so........So my day ended on the note that today i am NOT GRACEFULL and i did not press the "be my friend" BUT tomorrow i will be stonger and graceful again and i might just push the button..

oh yummy lets see
Skeet
Johnny
Jake
Keanu
and 1 Jet served on this menu thank you very much

The rules are (besides your hubby which five celebs would you sleep with)

i would like to take this oppertunity to thank the 119 people for viewing my blog my friends and family and a BIG SPECIAL THANK U TO MY CUZ for letting me BLOW HER MIND i am thrilled to accept this award and dont know how i will sleep with excitment and THANK U for logging on 1000 times U R MY BLOG SPINE>........................

I have very bravely decided it was time to join the bad mommies blog and take on my first assignment: When do u feel like a mommy and when do you NOT feel like a mommy and when did you first feel like a mommy.

Oh boy where do i start. maybe i should start with when i do NOT feel like a mommy (to make it easier i will just list it.

I do not feel like a mommy when
1. i am having ice-cream with my mommy,
2. I am having a candlelit bubble bath on my own
3. When i munch the last cookie in the cookie jar
4. When i am having a selfish moment
5. When I want my own way
6. When i am on a hot date with my hubby
7. when i am asleep
8. When i am ice - skating
9. When i buy a dress
10. When driving my brothers new Peugot 206 convertable



When do I most feel like a mommy?
1. When they crawl in bed with me at a random hour of the morning.
2. When they fall and I am the ONLY doctor who can help.
3. When they feel sick and only want ME.
4. When i am picking up dog poop.
5. When she (teen) rolls her eyes at me in disgust.
6. When i have to repremand them
8. When i get up at 4 to make coffee and go over study material before the BIG exam.
9. Meeting the first boy/girlfriend
10. Baking
11. Feeding all their pets
12. Buying all the pets..........
13. getting smothered in kisses
14. Getting a good report card
15. Making them eat their veggies
16. Saving up for that one gift they want
17. Spoiling them with a random gift.
18. Making lunch for school (which is a horrible mom task but we do it anyway with LOVE)
19. Going to the zoo
20. Cleaning snot noses.

And when did I first feel like I was someones mom - um lets see it took a while to sink in and take responsibility but i think it would have been the day I stopped buying white....... okay on a more serious note when i first had to ask someone for assistance and help and realised the was a word in the dictionary as exhausted.

"Trust yourself. You know more than you think you do. " Dr Benjamin Spock

They say beauty lies within……….. Well I must say I had a lift and I wish a tuck but now as I lie in bed on the road to recovery I thought I might as well share with you my experience for the last few weeks.

If I were to give this entry a title it would be: “Welcome to the world of Histersisters” there is actually a site called that so for all men reading who feel that they know where this conversation is going feel free to stop NOW………. I squirm for nothing and I already had my embarrassing moment this year twice…. So I think I am pretty safe to share this…………. But be warned it’s a sister thing.

But since ANGEL (beloved Cuz) is the only one who comments I actually write for her.

So I always feel sometimes we should try and get a laugh out of anything otherwise life would be really really boring………….. Don’t you think? I know having a hysterectomy and bladder op is big and sore but I am sure we can fit a smile in there somewhere.

The morning of the day of the op I skipped work and took it easy. I had bought a people magazine and knowing me opened up randomly on a page that was titled “I woke up under anesthetic “(I kid you not) Ooooh just the article I wanted to read before I went in. While chatting to my friend I told her how funny this article was and she promptly answered by saying “Oh that happened to my mom” – NICE

So on the way to the hospital I was rehearsing in my head how I was going to (without sounding foolish) ask the anesthetist if he was sure he was going to give me enough of that magic juice and make sure he gives me a little extra as I am more “CURVED” than most woman………….

I was fortunate enough to go to a private hospital. The 2 nurses assigned to giving me the rundown looked like supermodels and the one had a lot of gold on her teeth (Not that that had anything to do with it but I did find myself staring a lot) and she drew her eyebrows in . But there were sweet. They took one look at me and said:”They say this is one of the most painful ops you can have” both nodding in agreement. Thanks guys just what I needed to confirm before I went in = I mean I would not want to go for the less painful one that one might not work!!!!!

It was obviously a day that God decided I should be informed. Don’t leave a thing out………The nice nurses offered me a pre op pill – all this does really is make you a bit no actually VERY DOFF…… (fuzzy headed) and what that really meant was when I entered the room full of doctors I was smiling (who knows why) I forgot my rehearsed lines for the anesthetist but do remember someone saying “Doctor you look tired” and he looked at me smiling and said maybe I should get some caffeine in me……………… and that’s about all I remember….

The operation lasted about 3 hours and even though I remember most of what happened when I woke up I honestly believe the following events were out of my control. I woke up fighting with the world - they had wheeled me into a “care room” for a while and they tried to put an oxygen mask on me and well I hit it off twice........ I remember them saying very loudly MRS W.... YOU NEED TO BREATH.... YOU HAVE STOPED BEATHING YOU ARE HOLDING YOUR BREATH................ oh please all it takes is a little anesthetic to bring out the rebel.......... then I tried to get out of bed and they put the bars up.. I think the kid in me was quite disappointed all my fun gone.........

But NO save the best for last ……….. I unfortunately got a bladder infection so stayed longer than intended and then like a BIG baby just CRIED big crocodile tears cause I wanted to come home………

Sure you can if we can teach you to cathatise yourself…….. Ooooh what fun…… When I saw the doctor again just before I left he said “I hear your going to potty train again” his really old and he found that amusing ……. I suppose it was in a gynie sort of way………. And I replied “I think you stitched me up a little too tight.”

So I am home “potty training” but at least its HOME…………………..

I have started rewriting the song I WILL SURVIVE……….. It goes something like this …….. Feel free to sing along…………..

First I was afraid I was petrified just thinking they were going in from the other side........ Then I thought to myself ag this wont take too long then I shuddered at that thought when the anesthetist came alonggggggggggggggg......

SO Now I’m back from surgery and I’m fighting to keep everyone off of me... I will stand up in my bed I will scream and knock them down and I know for just one minute that needle wants my bum....................

Oh now NO.......... walk out the door..........I will slap you if you try come any closer to my sore............ I will scream your name out loud and memorize your face and I will buzz your every minute that you won’t get any reeeeeeeeeeest........................

OH now no I will survive as long as I have Myprodol by my side – I got all my life to live I got all my love to give I will survive ……. I WILL SURVIVE……… ya ya

THANKS ANGLE ...................................and Co..........


PS Photos dontated by ANGLE