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!!

They choped off my baby's hair!!

Mwha!

Ek IS happy...selfs so deur al die hormone... JY maak my happy!

Die road wat ons travel is vol slag gatte... maar bumps is deel van die lewe. En ek sal hulle face soos hulle opkom. Net soos jy jou bumps sal face... dit maak dit net makliker om oor hulle te kom as jy weet, regardles van past mistakes, is daar eimand wat saam met jou oor hulle wil gaan.

Word gou gesond...

Hormone.... what???

I friend of a friend was telling me the other day how much of a pain PMS is… we feel willing, ready and able to commit murder, in fact I believe that woman with PMS should never be punished for crimes committed under the “influence”!!

You see it’s like this dark cloud comes sailing over our world… and the only thoughts allowed is… death… murder… destruction. Lucky for most of the men out there this last only a few days, and you’ll have your loving caring and devoted wife or girlfriend back in no time at all!

But no, not me… I have been seeing red (no pun intended) for three weeks!!!! I feel like I could chew nails and spit out bullets… like looking at me directly will cause someone to melt on the spot! And then there is the other more pathetic part of being a female in this state… the damn crying… I will be fuming one minute and in tears the next, for no reason what so ever!

So I decided last week, this is it! And called my grily doc(who’s a guy…lol) btw, I don’t get why men think that this is the best job in the world… I mean really; you don’t call them because you’re feeling great!! You call them because you’re either pregnant or feeling pissed at the world for no reason!! This does not make up the best or safest job in the world… ok back to me…

So I go to see him and get informed that my hormones are out of whack… like I couldn’t figure that out all by myself! And now I have to take a shit load of meds to fix the stuff up! And boy o boy are they fun!! Like the last 3 weeks have been a blast… now I’m cranky miserable and feeling like an open faucet… no jokes, I can now cry even while I’m angry… I can laugh with tears of misery streaming out of my eyes!!

What did poor mankind do to deserve this… easy, right now, THEY BREATHE!

The saying – this too shall pass… must have been thought up by a man!

But o, hell I hope he had a point!... let this f-ing pass!!!