I suppose we are all allowed our trip down memory lane……

I have some very special friends that have travelled this road with me – today I want to tell them how special they are to me and that I am today who I am because of them.

I am in actual fact a little bit of all of them wrapped in one………. So to my friends’ thank you – and when life seems tough and unbearable – go down our memory lane – plenty of laughs there.  Don’t forget we will always have each other………..

LOVE YOU ALL……..

Random memories no particular order – I am sure if you are reading this you will know who you are and see for yourself how fantastic this journey has been……

Shaft

Sheep of all shapes and sizes

Falling through broken chairs

Poetry

Kibbutz dorm wall drawings

Strange Boys reciting poetry on dark stairways

Our ideal man list

Pink champagne

Tin house

Discovery of my first Grey hairs

Train rides and BIG dogs

Broken noses before weddings

Sticky fingers on glass doors

Someone trying to slash my tyres (I parked in his space – lol)

Flameage

Cinderf***ingrella

Jumping over very large fences to get to the other side for a flea market

Jumping over a wall to go skinny dip in a public pool (and being caught)

Trying our first smoke

My first 10 second (most gross) French kiss outside of action cricket

Mr FAT lips

70’s

Ice skating

Safety pins through our ears (HA HA 80’s thing)
pink and yellow eye shadow (DON’T say a word)
NEON pink and yellow ROLLED socks to match our eye shadow

Rolled white bobby school socks

Fish bowels

Fish bowels on my head

Choosing Seth’s name

Double sided bibs

Finding the Lord

Your Wedding

Crimped Hair

Sundowners on “De PLOT”

Horse jumping shows

Being chased by a baby pumba (warthog)

Waking up staring into the eyes of a dassie (GOSH I must stay away from farms)

The perfect Peugeot

Stock taking through the night

Wild Fred

Making up our own “grease” dances

Watching the recorded BetaMax video recording of the new years countdown

21 Jump Street (Johnny DEPP)

Loving

Bingo

Betting on what age we would marry (U O me R100 by the way LOL)

One glass one bottle wine one night

Bee stings

Pump up the Jam

One boob

Jaw ops

Lambada skirts

Dance courses

Military camps with explosions and guns…

Fun Weeks @ St. Johns

Struggling to park my car and you randomly appeared in the parking lot to park my car for me (wow)

Praying together

Sitting in barbed wire while trying to pee

Jool

Oppikoppie

Meeting Art from Just Jinger (on more than one occasion)

Youth camps

Matric

Tings n’ Times

“The Led” Live

Dancing in your lounge with your boet on one of your birthdays

Champagne in my eyes (BLINDED while strange me kiss me (New Years))

Trampolines

2 Matric dance dresses

Working together

Valhalla Primary

Jannie Verjaar cold drinks

Vanilla Ice boyfriend look-a-likes (HAHAHAH)

Stove pipe pants (and lying on the bed to get them up)

Aerobic marathons

Double jointed gyming

Hiking

Fish bowls

Fish bowls on my head

Dropzone

Mc Ginty’s

Hatfield square on New Years

Loosing my new sandal in Hermanus – new years

Two minute noodles

Our tent blowing away

Minnie skirts

Collapsing jumping castles

JA Signs

Cupcakes

Loosing my first pair of ice skates

The robbery

Bashing down doors at 12 @night

The Notebook

Calling me while I am in labour (Bwhahaha)

SETH

Finding Seth’s name

Raising Carla (Lalee)

Broken hearts

Funerals

Pumpkin Patch

Modern talking 

16th 18th and 21st bday

First day at school

Prayer chains

BLOGGING

Blog lunches

Diets

Jeremiah 29 v 11-13

Office Goddess (just a reminder that this is ME)

Hitch hiking

Pole dancing

Hanging washing

Late night chats

Getting married

Support groups

Diets

Hospitals and ops

Fear of the DARK – I.M

Head banging

Slapping men’s glasses off their faces

Trying to get out of a mosh (Bwhahahahahhahahah)

Koos Kombuis live Lisa se klavier

FIFA world CUP in SA

School Home economics Matric exam cook out.

Karaoke

Cub scouts

Prickle

Battery 9 (ha ha)

My hub cap rolling next to my beetle as I drive – LOL

Eastern Cape

moving away (SNIFF) I miss u all  

So if you read carefully you will notice you are all there and rightfully so.

THANKS FOR MAKING ME ME………….

There are so much more and as they come to mind I will add them – LOVE U ALL

As my frustration brings me to my very edge of existence (again) I am here at a place once again where I get to air all my inner thoughts without so much as a peep from the peanut gallery.

SETH SETH SETH…..CARLA CARLA CARLA

Okay that feels better.

Where do we draw the line – how do we stand up for something we feel might be out of place without seeming like the over protected mother.

So my quest for a better school takes me back 2 years now. And finally I thought I had found some inner peace as to where my children were at school.

Seth diagnosed with dyslexia is at a great advantage as the teachers have been able to start teaching him to cope with this disorder. HOWEVER this year he has 2 new teachers oh sorry did I say teachers I meant WITCHES – gosh

Now we are on to 10 spelling words a day (perhaps this is normal for children who learn spelling easy in Grd 5) but for me its like climbing mount Everest every day……… in the beginning of the year it was 20 every Friday – this is still achievable BUT 10 a day they have NO CLUE…. Over and above that he gets 40 – 80 sums a day which I cannot even do without a calculator – HOW AM I TO DO THIS?

When I originally approached both this teachers I nearly had my head removed from my body because one jumped in before I could finish my sentence. And then to top it off they smiled and said. Please keep us informed if the children say anything – because they are scared of us……….. NO SHIT………………I TREMBLE…….

Then Seth says mom they tell us we are a stupid class and they always shouting at us …… and make us sit in at break to do the words we misspell. They only get 30min break – I am ready for war.

Okay so between all this writing I have now phoned the school and spoke with the principle about my grievances. She said she had just spoken to all the teachers about all the shouting going on – it’s not acceptable. NO …… And she would talk to them again. Okay so let’s see where this takes us either it will improve OR they will take it all out on Seth.

Did I do the right thing? Am I over protective – I mean we all had a witch teach us some time or another – And though the thought of that teacher will haunt me for eternity and perhaps I needed physiological help after that who knows, maybe Seth should feel the runt of the world – or maybe just maybe he will love school and his teachers – stay enthusiastic to learn – OR maybe its time to have him tested to see if we can get him on medication – for the concentration?

It concerns me the amount of verbal damage teachers are allowed to inflict on young people not only today but throughout history. IF YOU DON’T LIKE CHILDREN DON’T BECOME A TEACHER. It’s that simple – IF ITS POWER you need become a Sadist or take up chess.

I think even from my own experience at schools growing up teachers can be pretty MEAN…… and really there is no need for any of this.

Carla is doing better – well “condoned pass” is not really better – I have checked her books but it’s not going to make a difference as I don’t know what the books need to really look like. If I ask her about projects and tests – NOTHING MOM REALLY – but mysteriously somehow the teachers have magical marks they can put on the reports every term – from the non existent class work, tests and projects.

Her social appetite has grown as she is now 15 and trying to give her a little space for social networking has just led to her once again walking all over us and pushing every bit of space she gets over the limits.

Do I go back to that “NO sorry you can’t do that” mom? Once again am I too protective – ag man this is crazy – I know teens I know they have issues – but we have just been through years of heartache and new rules and putting down new boarders to get Carla just to cope in society (with ODD) and now we need to start broadening these boarders – Maybe I am just petrified.

Maybe I need the help.

OH dear poor kids

Anyway all this has got me thinking – I NEED COFFEE – so till my next whim.

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 Tuesday 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 label 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 literally climbing into the fridge every time I open it ) feed any other persons / animals that walks through the door. (no i don't 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 collapse 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 don't 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

Its been a while but in between moving house and work and putting kids in new schools - welcoming a teen into my home and making family first i actually think i am about done for now. And its me time.

Some friends of our invited us to Harties dam to water ski............ now i would like you all to close your eyes and picture ME for a moment .............. my features are somewhat of the larger woman... and I DO NOT under any circumstance wear a costume........... no no no ........ my cheeks are rather pink and Rosy if i have had a "dop" (drink) or two............. and i don't mind little speed boats if its for a short time.......... so off we go on yet another adventure........ so my hubby goes skiing and comes back No i MUST go try it its sooo much fun........ by now my cheeks were Rosy so i was game for about anything.............. so the instructions i got were simple enough - keep your toes together and don't pull yourself up the boat will do that BUT hold on tight the first tug is quit a BIG one ................... as i was about to get in a HUMANGUS fish jumps out ........... there is no way i was getting in that now tipsy or not...... but i was assured that they would not bite....... so i got in .......... the life jacket along with my natural water balloons was keeping me so afloat i nearly drowned giggling........... yes i was now at the giggling stage of tipsy......... i held on and shouted okay GO............. and she did......... and in a split second a COOL rush of water covered my entire body............ I WAS starkers......... the water had pulled my shorts down and my Bra up..... and all i could shout between the giggling and drowning was "Don't WORRY the FISH WONT BITE ANYMORE" -embarrassing moment............ number one..................

So recently my hubby and I got "FREE" air tickets anywhere in SA - Oh me Gosh well a woman cannot in today's day and age sa NO to FREE. So i did not even think twice - i was off to Cape Town - as my hubby had not been to the Western Cape before. FUN FUN FUN 5 days minus 2 days at the airport = 3. PERFECT................ 3 glorious days of NO KIDS, NO WORK, NO COOKING................... oh bliss.................. so this adventure was about to begin........ we hired a car..... we stayed in Sea Point and 3 days really is not enough if you have the whole tip of Africa to explore but we did all we could including squeezing in an hour or two of actual relaxing.

On our official day 2 we decided we would be tourists and go to the famous V & A waterfront. Yip they should actually change it to V & A tourist trap............... where money don't go far......... but hey we were on holiday and i love window shopping.................. so we decided to do the traditional boat trip maybe Robin Island or a trip around the harbour - Robin Island was fully booked for a week and we only had our 2 days left so that was pointless - we did however walk through the very empty but factual Robin Island museum - which is actually FREE..... so yes i could not say NO of course not so i dragged my husband back back back in time and it was ....... factual.........

So then we decided to go look for a harbour cruise........... yes and a that's exactly what we found a sail boat - champagne cruise (booze cruise) for a hour and a half.......... YIPEEEeeeeee to be young with NO kids .............. so we went for a bit and then it was time for my cruise - i was so excited i could not wait............ So we had 3 crew...... very friendly - the one asked me "what did you have for lunch? Mexican - I said "well you might sea it again......" Bwhahahahh he enjoyed that .................. I however was looking forward to my romantic booze cruise - so off we went..... slowly around the harbour - they then opened the bottles of bubbly and we all got a glass....... the other passengers mostly overseas tourists......... Stephen and I held on to each other they hoisted the sails ............. i sipped then my hubby said "BABY you've changed colour" YES i had i was feeling a little green......... in fact i was feeling a lot green....... and for those of you who know me i am at a stage of my life where i try and be as lady like as possible......... so i slowly held my hand in front of my mouth - NOW here is a TIP for those who suffer from motion sickness......... DO NOT i will repeat this for the hard of hearing DO NOT............ put your hand in front of your mouth when feeling ill on a sail boat.............. i turned to stand and as i did the puke formed like a what i like to call "peacock tail" effect ................. Yes the "Spirit of Victoria" now had my spirit all over the side no not the sea side - in the boat.................. even my eyelashes were sticking together................... i felt terrible oh yah and only an hour left great fun................. but you know the old saying - it never rains it pours............ and that's exactly what it did.......... it poured - and we all got raincoats and the i felt greener and the Europeans felt very jolly...............

Oh well i suppose it was an experience - one that left me very embarrassed .............again

Now on our last day we left early for the airport - GOOD BYE CT ............. and off we went ..... we flew MANGO which was fine but our flight was delayed by almost an hour and then then we took off we flew straight back to Johannesburg airport in a storm..... oh and i LOVE flying almost as much as sailboats ........... :) anyway we then had to circle YES circle the airport because we were unable to land......... well it was dark there was lightning and i NEARLY converted the Jewish lady next to me to Christianity................... she was silent and with a few bumps yelled out "oh gosh i have no ones hand to hold on to" You can hold mine........... if you want ............... well that broke the ice........... and then we landed........ (oh my hubby played sudoku through all this)

Then we waited for our luggage for about half an hour and finally bags appeared where we were standing by conveyor number one - but only 10 bags appeared one of my 3 appeared - then we waited another ten minutes - and then people started running as if someone had got hurt..... no defiantly no injury but our bags were coming out on conveyor belt number 3 - it was funny but as i said it never rains.................. only about 30 bags came out..................... and there we were waiting again ............. and from out of nowhere our bags start coming out in all there GLORY oh yes wait for it ............. on conveyor number 1 BWHAHHAHAHAHAHHAHA oh 2010 WE WELCOME YOU .............. with great anticipation................

I recently joined facebook…… yes the ever so fatal facebook…. But I was invited by my sister Lesley………. Lesley and I go back to Grd one….yes its been a lifetime of fun an laughter with her and I. But I am so thrilled she got me hooked and let me tell you besides facebook being extremely addictive I get quite excited to chat to some long lost soul mates….. like my friend Gavin…… it was so so so so awesome to hear from him……. And the thing I like is you can be a nobody or a doctor or just a plain jane like me and it does not really matter ……… its just fun……..

And there is not a lot of that going around………..

I sometimes get lost in my life and there is no time for me………… yes I can feel a sense of UNITY when I say ME TIME and all the moms are nodding there heads as they read this…… we know that there is NO such thing as ME TIME…….. Its really a word that is not too familiar to me as is diet or exercise or even the F word…….. yes the BIG F… FUN……………..

So myth has it that there was once a thing called me time and it happened before 9 in the evening, the myth continues to say that many would consider a glass of wine the norm……… sitting back and God forbid putting there legs up and ordering take outs (other than Mc Donalds), bubble baths with candles and soft music is how it was done. Not like the “bath in the same water” syndrome that some of us suffer with and pray the last one did not pee in the bath.

Reading your fav mag and getting to the quiz only to find it’s already been answered by your teen in pen or all the posters have been removed but no one knows where those mysteriously disappeared too! My kids walls are looking great though.

My me time is reading a story to my kids and as I get into it feel my self dozing off and I can feel my words are slurring and hearing sounds in the distance which resemble voices but I am so far off now it does not matter……… MOMMY your falling asleep M - O - M -M -Y……… so as you can hear I grab my me time where I can….and its really sad when me time means sleep……..

Now recently I had a desire to watch a movie – the movie was called 3. A friend of mine had told me about it…… and I was soooo excited to see it – I had seen it on the shelf and knew exactly what she was referring too. So I went down to our local store and they did not stock this particular movie…. I was so disappointed I was going to sit back relax and watch this movie. Anyway I went to another shop……… nothing …….. I finally tracked it down to a little store close to my moms place but it was out…….. due to come back that day……… so I booked it…….. I was thrilled…… I waited for them to call and waited and waited ……..nothing I eventually went back to the store……. Sorry the lady returning the dvd her tire burst………. IS THIS FOR REAL.????? I sometimes think God has a great sense of humor……. So I could only get it the following day…….. finally I got my hands on the movie…….. but I was going to do this correctly so I did not race home to watch it……..NO NO NO I waited till all little munchkins were in bed and lunch was made for school and I was sipping that wine……. FINALLY my long awaited relax me time…….. I think the movie was on for about 2 minutes when I realized I had seen it……………………………………………………………………..OH MY WORD………………………….. NO COMMENT at this time……………………………………………………………………shit………………………………………………………………………………………..ag noooooooooooooooooo……..


So now the importance of me time is more clear because if I had more me time I would have not wasted R20 flippen bucks on a movie I had already seen………no I would have been relaxed and calm and remembered ……………RIGHT………….

Anyway I suppose we all have those moments……..Don’t we moms ……..moms………Hey I’m not feeling that UNITY thing we had going on in the beginning ……….. MOMS ????

Its been a while since my last post. I really sometimes am overwhelmed with ideas of what to write and when i sit down .... well they just disappear.

I must say i have had a challenging month this last month, as i am sure most of you reading this have had.

i very much wanted to share with you the story of my BIG FAT TANTRUM. Its actually quit awesome.

It started with my son's father (i shall refer to him as the sperm donor) Anyway we got into a little tiff on the phone and i don't know why (perhaps my blood felt Italian) but i threw my poor little cell and it was met half way by a very hard wall.

Yes ..... i threw a BIG FAT Tantrum. And for that brief second (believe me that is all I got - a second) i felt on top of the world - conqueror - the NUMBER 1 - the winner of something - who cared - i had done it i had gone where many have gone before me and i for that brief second smiled.........it was great... but as i always say..... every action has a reaction as my phone was about to tell me.

I felt quit sill actually since i had nothing to gain. I mean not even the sperm donor was there to appreciate the anger that was.

So to make matters worse all my numbers were GONE.......... it is a terrible thing when your life is stored on your CELL. It is a very common thing i think, often i have said "Cindy you have got to save these numbers somewhere the old fashioned way" BUT NO.... don't listen to the little voices .........

Anyway lesson well learned.

I now patiently wait for people to sms me and i quickly save there numbers, and pretend i never lost them......

However back to the tantrum..... so now i was desperate as some people get when they loose something of value like - their house - a dog.......so i tried the first spare cell in my cupboard... and it would just not work........ Ag ..... what a mission. so i tried another and another and started borrowing peoples phones left right and centre just to get my numbers...... BUT NO......it was a punishment that came from a higher place.

So now having had a really exhausting week, i decide that i will survive..... NOT...

It just happens that my little beetle decided to ... yes .. break down.... i was late to collect my kids.... my child had a dentist appointment and YES i had no cell.

Now no one would stop to help me.... push my car... no .... i mean people passing probably told their kids.... Lock your doors children .... woman crying on side of road pushing her own car... is all to suspect.... they are probably pretend tears... no no dear you can use an onion to make you cry...... " WHATEVER...... i mean i was desperate... so i pushed my car onto someones lawn and decided to ask his permission to leave it there. SHAME he actually felt sorry for me and loaned me a phone to call my dad.

Then he came out rather concerned and asked if i wanted to come in.... NO THANK YOU but THANK YOU FOR YOUR PHONE....

about 20 minutes later his little wife came out and asked if i had a phone i told her my terrible story when she left i felt as if my punishment was over... she returned shortly with a little old nokia (the kind you can drop) and said i was more than welcome to have this phone as she felt i needed it more.......... I CRIED all over again.... and guess what yip .... my sim card worked in it.... i still lost all my numbers but how awesome was that....

When i turned on the phone for the first time the message (obviously saved from this lady) said "Met die Hulp van God kan ek" "With the help of God i CAN"

WOW......

Anyway i have learnt a hard lesson and do not pretend anymore i am Italian... or Greek.... but just plain old south African......... white married and obviously very dodgy looking (but i am okay with that.)