When life knocks you down, calmly get back up, smile, and say. "You hit like a bitch."

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4 Years today.

So much changed. An incredible person taken away in the prime of his life. He was one of a kind, not many people have his openness or his realness. He had his feet planted firmly on the ground and his head screwed on straight. He will always be missed.

“You come to love not by finding the perfect person, but by seeing an imperfect person perfectly.”




It’s been quite a week! Or has it been 2 or 3 weeks? Anyway, Cassey is doing  better, I won’t say well yet coz she still has a way to go for a full recovery. Her stitches are coming out tomorrow, and the little (not so little in my opinion) hole where one of the drainage tubes were, looks like it might be closing. But, and here’s where the dreaded but comes in, the liquid is now pooling in her abdomen.  So she’s kinda puffy and watery, if that makes any sense at all. Still, I remind myself daily that she is alive, she could have just as easily not survived. I still can’t believe this happened. My poor little kitty.

It’s been very hectic, because she is NOT allowed to jump. Yeah right, a cat that wants to jump WILL jump, lemme just tell you that!  So it’s been fun around here, between looking after the cat, kids and house, and garden, I feel completely drained. And then my boys got me onto Face.book’s Farm.ville and Cafe.world. As if I’m not busy enough! So yesterday was spend running between all of the above and my crops and cooking dishes! But I must admit, I love it!! Totally hookable games those! The boys help out alot though, they’re always on FB so they harvest and plant at will. It has been very good to get my mind off all that’s going on, so I won’t be quitting just yet.

My Dad is still in end stage renal failure, his kidneys have calcified so the Dr.s have no hope for him. But he’s motoring on and taking his supplements and staying off salt etc. My Mom’s arm is still in a sling, so she’s having a fun time (not) at the moment.  Christmas is nearing and I have not yet sorted out the menu, which, as you know is like weird for me, coz I usually have Christmas all sorted in July already, but I’ll let myself off the hook just this once, coz you know the crappy year and all.

Anywhoo, we have started buying Christmas goodies, I love silver sparkley thingies! But Woolies just doesn’t have that lekka pezzaz they used to have in years gone by, or is it just me? Maybe it’s just me, we’ll see closer to Christmas. Hopefully by Christmas,  my kitty is all better, my Dad is still alive and my Mom’s arm is not in the sling anymore.


Never a dull moment!

On Thursday my sister and I went on our regular shopping excursions, but we had the boys with this time. Makes for exciting shopping with the boys! We got everything done quite early, and it was SO hot (my kinda weather babe!!) that we decided to come to our house with some Hunters Dry and enjoy the great weather. We chatted up a storm about all the goings on in our respective lives and time flew by fast. I wanted to show E how naughty my kitty had become since she found the joys of “Sheba” prawn and fish cat food, but she was a bit miz, very quiet and withdrawn. I thought the girl was just hot, she is after all a pitch black kitty.

So eventually I say goodbye to E and she goes home, about 5 mins later I pick Cassey up to see why she’s looking at me in such a strange way, and then I saw the biggest wound I’ve seen in my life!! I (obviously) panic and phone Elize to just come back please! So she rushes back here to find me in a flat panic (who would have thought I’m THIS bad in an emergency, I’m usually calm and collected and I think rationally, but not last Thursday!) Anyway, we rush her to the Vet and he said it loks like razor wire or palisade fencing. She cut herself open right across her abdomen, from one side to the other, her scar is longer that my Nephrectomy scar!! We went to look if she cut herself on our palisade fence, we have 50 meters of it at the back, and sure as nuts there it was, my poor little kitty impaled herself on our fence! The Vet said she’s the luckiest cat he’s ever seen. She didn’t puncture any organs and her muscle is in tact, the wound is just enormous!!

She’s home now, with drainage pipes, a bit yukky, but the pain is not as bad today as it has been when she came home. She could hardly walk, I felt so sorry for.Tomorrow the drainage pipes come out, then she will feel much better. We will have to have a look at how we can make our back fence much safer for her. Pete’s already come up with some ideas which he’ll implement next week.

Other than that we had a fantastic day with my sister yesterday, she came over for a braai coz my BIL is in Durban on a systems upgrade. We had such a fantastic time with her again! Today is one of those balmy summer days, it’s just gorgeous, the boys had a swim yesterday and will definitely swim again today. I love summer!!

“Here lives a very special cat indeed.”


The first pimple! (that won’t go away!)

Last week Tim came running into my bedroom with his index finger implanted on his forehead, wide eyes and a look of shock and horror on his face! My first thought was that he must have bumped his head or something horrid, but alas, it was a ……..P-I-M-P-L-E!! Eeek! In his words “a bloody HUGE zit Mo-o-o-o-om!!!! My very uncool and heavy reaction? “Aaaaaw! How cute! Your first pimple!! So NOT the reaction he was looking for, but hey, it IS the boy’s first chorb! So an emergency meeting was called, (I kid you not) so that we can figure out how to vanquish the evil zit. I dabbed some of my Clinique clarifying lotion on the offending protrusion (my mom’s miracle cure for zits) and had him hold the cotton swab on the zit for about 5 mins, then I put some blemish gel on to dry it out.

He left feeling much calmer and a whole lot better about the pimple. That is until this morning. When he came running into my bedroom with his hair pulled back and yelled “It’s SPREADING!!!!” Oh.my.word. did I laugh! He just wanted it off his head already! So I gave him the same treatment as last week, but now he’s very closely monitoring the chorbs, he does NOT want then to get any bigger or God forbid, SPREAD! We had a good ol’ chuckle at the shinanigans this morning, and he’s still gonna learn that zits are all part of growing up.

Which brings me to the growing up bit. I was looking at their baby photos yesterday, and you know when you have littlies it feels like they are going to stay small forever? I used to feel that, it was great, coz I just LOVED the little boyhood, they were just adorable. And then I blinked. Big mistake. Now it’s chorbs and music and girls and friends, and certainly no more mommy. They do grow up so incredibly fast! And as much as I loved the little boyhood, I’m equally loving the bigger boyhood, we can talk about stuff and they tell me secrets and I share *some* of mine, it’s great. But with each passing year I know we are getting closer to adulthood. They are already talking about what they want to study. Tim wants to study civil engineering and Phil wants to study industrial design. And it’s only 6 years away. Then it’s all over. 6 Short years then my biggest boy is at varsity. I wish I could fill every second of their lives and be around them all the time, because I know I’m going to blink again, then they will be adults.

So for the time being, I’ll be on zit patrol and have their smelly arm pits shoved in my face coz “Look! I’m getting under arm hair! Woohoo!!” I’ll tell them what they need to know about girls and such and hope the time passes by ever so slowly.

“No way dude! That is SO last century!” Phil telling Tim my music is old.


Busy week indeed.

The weekend was very busy as predicted, but not in a good way. On Friday afternoon my Dad’s Dr. phoned in a flat panic and booked my dad into hospital with end stage renal failure. WTF??? End stage?? They were all supposed to come over for a braai on Sunday because they are moving to Natal next month, but we went to visit him in hospital instead. He’s out now, his potassium levels had to come down and his BP had to drop. He went to see his Nephrologist yesterday but the dude had to attend to an emergency so my Dad can only see him on Thursday. So we’ll know more then, but he has to go for dialisys (spelling? bah!) He’s only 65, still so very young.

Saturday night was at least a bit of a distraction, my partner in crime helped with that! Thanks pic!! The boys were dressed as a hobo and a goth, will post pictures as soon as I can. We were the dollies, and looked scary doll!

So now we wait for news, my favourite past time. Waiting.

On better news, my sister has finally stopped working, again, and we’ll be going out on Thursday, yay! I can’t wait, it’s just going to feel normal again, and that can only be good. I think we’ll get into the swing of things easily, and I won’t nag anymore k? Coz APPARANTLY I’m a NAG!! Have you ever? What kind? He he he he, revenge is sweet my dear, and it’s a dish best served cold (insert evil laugh!!)

“Don’t wanna, don’t havta, aint’ gonna!” -Rocky.