Those of you that are fortunate enough to be around me at certain times of my very exciting life will know that I have been threatening to birth a blog for a very long time now. Well, I popped the cherry and here we are. I cannot guarantee any world-altering deductions, mind-numbing revelations or motivational musings. In fact, at my current pace through life, do not expect the solution to world hunger to pop up very soon on these pages. I am so verrry busy right now – what with only rolling out of bed at 10-ish, then watching Toddlers in Tiaras (fascinating stuff) and cooking and baking for fun. I am anchored in a little coastal town in the Kouga (Look it up!) area, where it is taking all day for things to happen. On the side, I do a little job hunting in the Bay (nothing like an interview with a corporate-type, siz 8, snotty 24 year old to get your blood pumping and verbal sewerage spewing from your mouth). I also harbour a secret desire … to own a cake shop. Yes, I like to cook and bake for fun. As we progress through the story of my life, I may just entertain you with pic’s of my latest offerings.
I like to think of myself as a bit of an art-fart, and have been known to crochet, paint and mosaic on the side. Yes, all very predictable – but at least I draw the line at scrapbooking. (OK – maybe I have made one or two Mother’s Day cards along the way – but that was it, I promise.)
Footnotes: (So that you may understand my thought processes…) 2 x Weimeraners (Boris and Trixie); 1 x Africanis of SPCA origin (Jingi aka Benji ex- Brownie); 1 x Siamese (Dexter aka Walky-talky); 1 x Sia-mix (Milo aka Fanus); 1 x Torty (Maya aka Mamma-maya); 1 x 13-year old boytweenman (let’s call him J aka unibrow aka Windbal); 1 x 9-year old madam (let’s call her C aka Sussie aka I’m bored). Plus 1 x over-active Granny nearby – with an underactive thyroid.
Finally, but not least, I can add 1 x 39-year old husband (let’s call him S and sometimes, aka many other descriptive words that may not be appropriate if this is being read by family, friends and u/18′s.) But I have dedicated an entire paragraph to him. He is rapidly-greying, working 2 jobs that I know of, and always too eager for a ride … luckily, I have a sister wife (aka Katy M), so it takes the pressure off me - she is orange and sleeps in the garage – but that is a whole other story.
P.S Further facts of minor importance:
- I am rather anal about taking my meds. I am all for drugs – in fact I get a thrill from taking my iron supplement every morning.
- Gave up a 2- bottle-a-day habit a while back. The only upside to this has been that we can afford to send J to boarding school.
-Can get extremely envious (OK, green-jowelled with unbridled jealousy) of people who seem to have it all together, riding on the 100m luxury yacht of life, with their plastic teeth and perfect kids … and so go-getterish that they would harvest and sell their 80-year old mother’s kidneys to make payment on the Prada. Oh well, s’pose it takes all types.