Wednesday, 27 February 2013


As tonight was our wedding anniversary, we decided to eat out. This is completely out the norm for health freaks like us. The occasion called for something out of the norm. After all, it was the first anniversary we remembered in years and it's not even a significant number like tenth or twentieth. It was our 14th wedding anniversary. We have lived in this town for over fifteen years, and only recently heard about this restaurant called Aldeira above a dodgy bar. As we entered we were met by friendly staff and a warm ambience. The decor was part French antique furniture (some tables even had French couches) mixed with part traditional Portuguese fittings on one side and the other side was inspired by a country style kitchen. So country, Portuguese and French?  Totally worked!! It looked elegant and stylish despite the influences they used. We had romance and fun, at least as much as you can have with kids there. I would have told the parents to leave their brats at home next time, but they were mine. 

Just like that you can mix and match aspects of your experiences together into your life. Take the best diets you have tried over the years and mix and match them to suit your budget and lifestyle. Take the best of the books you read and mix and match their unique aspects into your book. Whatever you do, it will be an unique master piece just like you! Don't ever sell yourself short. Work hard at what you want to do. Never give up on your dreams and fit what you want into your life, your time and your budget. 


Tuesday, 26 February 2013


As mothers, fathers, husbands and wives we have very little time at our disposal. It is a wonder we get anything done between work and home obligations! We all need Tijd, czas, vremya, tiempa or in plain English, just Time.

Whether you read, exercise, write or play Xbox in your free time, the point is to do something other than plonk in front of the TV. Seriously! When last did you see something intelligent on it? I'm not dark matter scalpel or clutch pencil smart, but even I can figure out who did it before the CSI's or cops can. Needless to say I haven't watched a lot of TV lately. I prefer dancing like I am on fire or under attack by flying monkeys when I am not writing or reading. It is not a bad way to lose weight and increases one's heart rate a couple of notches a couple of times a week. Even if you are old you can dance like you are on fibre. Get some exercise. Move a little. Even super heroes do it.

Monday, 25 February 2013

It's a bad Monday when...

You know it's a bad Monday when the blue bird singing outside our window is a vulture. We all start off our days seemingly normal until Poof! something changes that misconception very quickly. Exhausted before we completed the day, let alone the week, our only option is to plod along. Either that or get straight into bed again. For most of us, including me that is not an option.
What to do? What to do?
Apart from fantasizing about strangling our co-workers or bosses, the only coping mechanism that works for me is music. On days like today not even jokes can save me. Music is what turns my frown upside down. It is the Botox to my soul and the Viagra in my step.
Add a little chicken dance and the day is saved. Good exercise and great fun!!! Not a bad way to start the week, hey?

Sunday, 24 February 2013


I live in the same province as Oscar Pistorius. We live in a country where you are lucky to get robbed or hijacked and live to tell the tale. Our criminals are a savage breed that break in, rape woman and children in front of the partner and then kill everyone. Our justice system is a joke. Our private security companies like ADT, that we pay a fortune to every month for armed response are completely unreliable. Out of two of the four times we were broken into, the ADT alarm system they installed into our house did not go off. Lo and behold it went off when we tried to get into our own house! The first time we "upgraded" our alarm system for yet another small fortune only to have it happen again.
My opinion is that the alarm did not activate when the burglars came, because someone in ADT was working with the robbers.
Every time we got robbed, we were blessed to have been at work. The cops in this country are amazing and responded quickly. They even sent cops around the next day to check on us, after every time. I cannot fault the SAPS on anything. Our Community Police Forum that consists of civilians are also outstanding. They mobilized their volunteers immediately to trace all possible locations of our stolen goods.
So with that said, I completely believe that Oscar thought there was a burglar in his house. Private security companies let burglars into your house, and the justice system sets them free, so what do you do? You arm yourself to the teeth and protect what is yours.
Don't believe the conflicting media reports and conjecture. Wait for the evidence to speak.

Saturday, 23 February 2013


They say laughter is the best medicine. They also say "Laugh and the whole world laughs with you". In my case the whole world laughs at me. I sound like a hyena with an automatic machine gun. In certain situations I endevour to constrain my laughter in order to sound more feminine.

Unfortunately I have a bad habit where I laugh at things that are not meant to be funny. I try to have a sense of decorum and etiquette, I really do, but there are times when I cannot help myself.
These will include but are not limited to times when my son walks into the sliding door. I added stickers and's beyond me.
People falling down absolutley kill me. How can you not laugh when bodies involentarily go vertical? 
When someone has shocking news or comments I somehow find it hysterical.
I laugh when my husband stubs his toes against the furniture or stumbles into them in the dark. We have been in the same house for 14 years, you'd think he'd know that I like moving things around?
I especially laugh when I haven't moved anything around.

So here's to laughter...he-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e.

Friday, 22 February 2013


 I used to be one of those woman who made fun of fake boobs. In fact I was dead set against boob jobs and breast "argh"mentation. Then again, I was also as flat as an ironing board. My best selling point of not having boobs were that I did not need to wear a bra, like ever! It was awesome or so I told myself.

That was until the day I saw a photo of myself from the side. I looked like a wanna-be transvestite. A flat chested man in a frock was not the image I wanted for myself. Needless to say I found a plastic surgeon the next day. It has been four years since my implant surgery. I have not had a single regret since. These puppies have paid for themselves time and time again. The best part is that they magically make things happen. Like today...

Tuesday, 19 February 2013

Oh no she Di-int'!!!

Here is a thought...(pretty dangerous thing for me to have, but hey). What wouldn't you do for your family? I always said I'd go into prostitution for my kids. That was before I had them and the body they left me with. These days, I think it's rather safe to say that prostitution is the last thing I would ever do.
Considering the things I already do for my kids, I think it is enough. They get woken up with hot chocolate. Their clothes are set out for them. I polish their school shoes. Their breakfast is ready by the time they are dressed. I go to work earlier to pick them up earlier. I make them smoothies every night with real fruit. I tuck them in with secret hand shakes. That is over and above the normal mom stuff like doing their laundry and feeding them occasionally. (just kidding)

Sunday, 17 February 2013


My sons decided to make themselves some toast on Valentine's night. How exactly the toaster got set on its highest setting remains a mystery to them and me. Obviously I must have magical fairies in my house. When the bright sparks that are my boys did not see the bread pop up on its own, they left it.  In a matter of minutes the bread went black, then caught on fire.
At this point my sons thought it was a good idea to call me. I would have responded with the necessary action that an emergency such as this required, if not for one thing. My boys scream like little girls when they encounter a tiny spider. However when the house was about to burn down, did they scream like that? Noooo. In fact they called me in the same monotonous whine they always do when they wanted something. When my eldest eventually came to tell me the toaster had caught on fire as well, it was too late.

Tuesday, 12 February 2013


Hello, it's me again. I haven't blogged in a while, but let me assure you, I am still in the same boat as you. After under going a Hysterectomy 2 months ago, I had some changes in my life. No, not "the change" but close. Here's a short version.

I picked up a lot of weight because naturally you are not allowed to lift a kettle of water, let alone exercise. Let me tell you that when they tell you that at first, you think...yeah right! Until you actually try to move. The first experience out of theatre is pain. Not just down there where your lady bits used to be, but in your back, shoulders and ribs!! They sent in a Physiotherapist that I am convinced was a former torturer for the Mossad, and she then proceeded to beat the shit out of me. The worst part was that you do not, I stress, do not feel better afterwards. When the pain killers kicked in, life was great again. I was lucky, because I had four days of ass kicking pain. Once I was sent home and I redefined the contours of my couch by not moving off it, the pain dissipated. As I was booked off work for six weeks, there wasn't much I could do but sit. Sleep was impossible because lying down flat was uncomfortable. I practically sat, ate, slept and bathed in a semi upright position for five weeks. Not fun!
I sat there in my lounge or in my bedroom reading day and night. It was all I was allowed to do, other than watch TV. It lasted for all but the first three weeks.
I got so bored with reading, I decided to write my own book. Something grown up woman could identify with. The book was sent to a book critic friend of mine yesterday. I'll keep you posted in the rest.
Now that my book is completed, I decided to make some other changes.
First, I am going to exercise again. Well, what I consider exercise at least. Secondly, let me tell you that my blog will now be about more than weight loss and health. It will be a complete new site dedicated to everything about life.
I had a huge cancer scare...need I say more. My opinion on diet and exercise has not changed, but there is more to life than looking good. Your kids, your lover, your sex life and most importantly YOU have to be first. So here goes...