Geese goos??? who gives a damn

My mom and I took Triston to The Pioneers house in Pretoria today... their renovating so it wasn't much to look at, but the grass was green and the shades inviting so we staid.

Triston loved it!! They have geese (well that's what I think they are - big white "ducks" with beaks like the devil and nails at the end of their feet) and little Tris decided that these monsters look like fun... so the next time I turn my head... my son is standing right in front of four of the demons!! And their hissing at him with wings spread wide!! I run and scoop him up, but come hell or high water I'm not allowed to leave these monsters be.

So along comes granny with a bag of wild bird seed, and I think, fine... lets feed the beasts! I drop a hand full on the floor and four become 20!!!!!! I panic, grab Triston, Again, and dump the whole bag on the floor... and my dear mother laughs so hard that she nearly wets herself!! The #%&$!!

But all in all a great day!

I want your pain...

I see your hurt and anger and it hurts and angers me. I hate not being able to sooth your hart when you feel the way you do...

I want to take your pain away, but its not my place. So what is there for me to do but be there if you need me, and be there, even if you don't.

Pain is not the right word to use... there is no right word.

Its a taste that lingers - like milk that's gone off
Its a smell you cant get out of a room - like the smell of ashtrays the morning after a party.
Its a sound that gives you goosebumps - like nails over a blackboard.
Its a sight - like seeing a woman's battered face after her husband is done doing his damage
And last of all its a feeling of never being the same again, never being able to get the taste, smell, sound or sight out of your mind.

Just thinking about it brings the hurt back... but yet we force ourselves to dwell on it constantly... its human nature.

I feel this "pain" not for the same reasons or in the same way, but I do feel it. I don't know if it will help you to know that I understand... but I hope it does. We all have our own pain to deal with, no mater how perfect other people my seem. We all know hurt in our own way, and deal with it in our own way. And it will never go away... but it will fade.

In the mean time lean on those you trust, even one true friend can make a world of difference... so call that friend, who ever it is, because you cant allow his pain to eat away at you. A true friend once told me that we never face things in life we cant handle... its good advice!

With love to my friend... may time heal your hart.

Ekke doen...

Triston has decided that he can dress himself… yes; I can see those smiles forming already!

While on holiday with the two Miss Daisies, he grew into a little boy just as stubborn and hardheaded as his mother! If I want to dress him, he sits there like a little darling giving me this arm then that arm, this leg then that leg… he then promptly hops off the bed runs round the corner and undresses himself right down to his nappy!! And beware the unwatchful woman in the house he has figured out “the bra”!!

What the hell do I do now; staple the clothes together so that he can’t undress himself?!? No, this mommy is smart…or at least I like to think so. After the 4th outfit in one morning (I can’t dress him in the same outfit as the one he just removed or he refuses to do his “this arm that arm” bid) so I use what little brains I still have in my scull after knocking my head against the wall out of frustration, and I let him choose!!

Guess what, it worked!!! He kept that outfit on for the rest of the day, but then came day number 2 and the same freedom of choice no longer works… so what the hell, we’re on holiday, he can run naked if it pleases him!!

So let’s see a quick update on the last month…

Triston turned two, and refuses to respect the fact that he is supposed to be one and a half months lagging- no, not him; he goes straight into his terrible two’s

Triston learned about opening and closing- closets, jars, makeup, toothpaste, shampoo… you get my drift don’t you?!?

Triston learned about flushing the toilet- along with half a roll of toilet paper, his toy car, some blocks and any thing ells that will fit…

Triston learned about jumping – from tables, chairs, rocks anything and every thing! As long as it’s up there and the landing takes place somewhere down here, where there are sharp edges and hell knows what ells…#^&*$#

And then the last big one, Triston learned how to delegate! Ok mate, you look a bit lost… ek self, kom hier, sit hier, nog hê, soek juice/melk/tee/kossies…als! waar is…? IT JUST DOESN’T STOP! But at least the Why? Why? Why? Why?… hasn’t started … yet?!?

And you know what’s the best part – EVERYTHING!! Just like every other stage he has gone through this is now my favorite! And I cherish every nerve-wrecking, hair-pulling, roll-on-the-floor-laughing second of it!!

Driving Miss Daisy

I'm on holiday with my son, mother and aunt... really don't know why I do it to myself...



The last time I went on holiday with my mom and aunt it took us 14 hours to get from Margate to Pretoria!! 14 very very long hours, that took us right to the boarder of $%^&**^%$# that's as close as I can get to the correct spelling of the damn place.We took a nice leisurely drive through a location... where the broken down bakkies litter the road along with cars left on a couple of bricks every few kg... gives you a nice save feeling!!

Luckily I was not present when a year later this site seeing due take the long road to Knysna. This was my poor cousins draw of luck... they decided to take a meandering road back from their holiday there, lets just leave it at that...

So after that we, being both me and my cousin, decide NEVER AGAIN! And yet here I find myself in Whiteriver with my mother and aunt!! What the hell possessed me to do this, I would not know... but here I am. We had a great drive down here and the country side, wow!! SA really is a beautiful country that I should see more of... and that I will, just not with the 2 Miss Daisies!

This morning when we woke up it was overcast so we decided that we will go site seeing. and we took the back roads via Hazieview to Pilgrims Rest.OOO it's lovely and quint and well just like taking a step back in time... (I'll post some pics when I get back) and after site seeing for 6 hours we decided it's time to go back home as it was starting to drizzle and Triston was getting cranky and hungry...

And here starts the fun, half way back to Whiteriver the car(that just had a service) stalls... and no amount of pleading with the hunk of metal would get the damn thing going again... Triston is screaming from hunger and both my mom and aunt hop on their phones to get help. After a hell of a lot of calling around we get someone to come in and tow the car to Nelspruit and the nearest Ford dealer. But now we are 3 woman and one very unhappy baby boy stuck on the side of the road with no where to go... the joys of going on holiday with the 2 Miss Daisies!

We did get home or els I would not be writing this, but now we are stuck for hell knows how long with no car in a place we know nothing about surrounded by people we don't know... cant wait for tomorrow!!

From me and mine...

I was really not looking forward to this first Christmas of many to be spent alone... but as it draws near, I’m starting get the joy back. This has largely to do with the joy Triston takes in opening gifts as well as him being able to recognize Father Christmas.

We had a early gift opening, as the singing Greek God is off to join his family for a wedding and maybe Christmas too. And Tris loved opening… well if he had his way EVERYTHING! So now I’m looking forward to time spent with those I love, being surrounded by family and friends… and I hope you will too!

May 2008 bring us all endless joy!

Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year, to you and yours, from me and mine!

Lies...

I hate lies!!!

I HATE BEING SICK!!

I hate being sick with a passion!!

There is no feeling worse in life than feeling stuffy and groggy and unable to think one clear thought! I feel pathetic and want to be catered to… I want coke by the liters; I don’t care how bad it is for me… it’s my comfort food (drink).

I want people to leave me alone and pamper me at the same time…

They say men are real babies when their sick… well, so am I!!

Hell lets this pass quickly!



This is little Triston earlier in the year when he had RS and was in hospital… just like his mom he wanted to be pampered and held all day… at least he does not have my weakness for coke!!