Tuesday, 26 March 2013

Where is your seed?

4year old does not get why I don’t have a seed yet. You know those that eventually grow into a baby.  (If you don’t know what I’m talking about, it might be a good idea to speak to your parents, ask them to tell you about the birds and the bees...actually no, read on, you might learn something.)

4year old: How come you still don’t have a seed?

Me: I’m not sure I know where to get one.

4year old: You get it from a boy silly.
Me: Really, you mean I don’t have to buy one.

4year old: (really proud of herself for teaching me something new) No, you lie down, he puts his wee wee in you and you don’t move. You are NOT ALLOWED TO MOVE!

4year old's mom: *Jaw drop*

When and how much will or did you tell your kids about "the birds and the bees".

Wednesday, 20 March 2013

The proposal...and attempts before

I was living and working in Johannesburg at the time. One weekend a month I'd travel 1000km to visit my man, but that just wasn't enough. It was the longest and most stressful 10months of my life. Battling with traffic every morning and evening to get to and from a job I really hated. It had nothing to do with what I studied and it just wasn't challenging. Same thing every single day. And it was such a cut throat industry with everyone trying to get ahead of the next person at what ever cost. So September 2009 after 10 months of living in Joburg I decided to move back to the little student town with my then boyfriend.

The first sign I missed.

My boyfriend insisted on driving all the way up to Joburg to pick me up. I mean really, that's an insane amount of driving for one person and with the timing he would have had to close down his restaurant for a couple of days, which he did. It would have been so much easier for me to just catch a 2hour flight instead. But I really missed him and a road trip just the two of us sounded like a whole lotta fun.

The second sign I missed.

When he arrived in Joburg, we met up for a quick "hi" before he checked into his BnB. He had a suit in his car. A SUIT. My husband hates suits, and I knew this cause he'd said it enough time to have been weirded out, but I was just so happy to see him and seriously wanted to get outta there, so the suit, well it meant nothing.

What I didn't miss.

He called to say he was taking me out for dinner and he wanted me to dress formal. You must understand, my hubby it a sneakers and shorts kinda guy. It's taken years to get him to add a few formal shirts, pants and shoes to his wardrobe, but I know there will never ever be a tie (I nearly passed out in shock when I saw him wearing one on our wedding day, but best believe it doesn't exist anymore). I digress. The point is, it was so out of character, I thought "wow he's going big, what if he proposes". Well he didn't. And I thought OMW, why is he being so wierd then, I mean a suit?!? Anywhoo, since nothing happened, I let the suit thing go.

The third thing I missed.

The next day, on our drive back, we stopped to spend the night in a little town, just about half way between home an Joburg. We found a nice restaurant but the liquor laws in that town were so lame, they couldn't serve us a bottle of wine because it was after 6pm. I wasn't too bothered, but my hubs insisted he wanted it to be special since "he hadn't seen me in so long". He had a chat with the manager and hey presto, we had a nice bottle of vino (don't even want to know how that went down).

 We took it back to our room ( think that may have been part of the deal) and had room service instead. It was so cute and romantic, a "picnic" in bed. I was so spent though, and with a couple of glasses of wine, I fell asleep before I finished eating.

The forth thing I missed.

The next day we were on the road again. We left really late for some reason and were only set to arrive that evening. So we decided to stop at our favourite restaurant for dinner before heading home. Just before getting our dessert my hubs suggested I wash my hands???? Like seriously though?!? Well in his defence, I used to be a bit of a germophobe and washed my hands after every half hour or after touching anything that could be germy, but he hardly encouraged it. I got up anyways.

 The proposal.

We had our dessert and headed out for our usual walk on the beach after every meal we have there. We talked and laughed, and then bammm, he dropped on one knee and right there on the beautiful starry evening of the 13th in September 2009, my Husband asked me to marry him.

He'd wanted to propose in Joburg the night he dressed up in a suit, but the many restaurants we checked out and the one we eventually chose, just wasn't good enough for him.

He'd wanted to propose while we had our picnic in bed the night before, but I fell asleep before the moment was just right.

He'd even wanted to put the ring in my desert, but he thought I might choke on it (good call).

So the beach it was, and that just made our walks on the beach after dinner ritual that much more special.

In case you are wondering, I said YES :).


Friday, 15 March 2013

Much needed break

This past Saturday I wrote the longest test I've ever written, and there's more were that came from. We were in the test venue from 8am to 4.30 pm with a 45minute lunch break. So we decided that since my brother in law is here from Germany for a visit and I will need to wind down a bit after an intense week of revision, we needed to take a break. So on Sunday off to Coffee Bay we went for a 2 day break of relaxation.

As soon as we got there, the boys took out their fishing gear and did a bit of fishing

The brothers

doing what they love

while I got comfortable with a non academic book (the simple pleasures).

while i chill
As soon as it got dark, we headed out for some drinks and mindless fun at a local bar. We had such a jam and played a bit of pool (which I totally suck at).

I must have been slurring my words

Fun times

useless pool player

Then at some stage, there was just silence in the room. In hind sight, I  must have looked like such an idiot cause I got really excited thinking "what's next". We were asked to read this sign....

and so.....

downed in one

downed in one

downed in three...lol

Needless to say, I was a very sick bunny the next day, but that didn't stop me from doing a bit of snorkeling and swimming

While the boys pretended to catch caught some crayfish....

We decided to spoil ourselves with lots of crayfish since they were almost 15times cheaper than when you get them at a restaurant....like hectically cheap, and had a braai with them that evening.

They were so amazing and we were so hungry, I didn't even waste time taking pics of them when they were done, but as you can see, the boys were seriously satisfied!

We had such a nice break and early Wednesday morning, I was back at the office and it was business as usual. I already miss the little coastal village of Coffee Bay though.

view from our chalet

Auf Wiedersehen!

Thursday, 14 March 2013


I'm growing a beard!!! Ok it's still one hair, but one hair, two hairs, one thousand hairs, its still a beard right?!?



What next? A deep voice and a huge round Adam's apple to match?Lol, ok, I'm being a little dramatic. Probably won't go that far (I hope, stranger things have happened). And right now, I have my fingers (and toes) crossed that this is and always will be the only hair follicle shooting out from my chin!

Now to break to news to my beloved husband!


Tuesday, 5 March 2013

Learning German

I had a phone conversation with my Hubby's granny this weekend, well not so much a conversation but an exchange of words that mean nothing to the other. What a hoot. I don't speak German, and she doesn't speak any English, and even though I could sorta work out what she was asking...I could only respond in English.


 I was so embarrassed after that call. My hubs though, found it absolutely hilarious. I would too, had something like that happened to him instead. His sister also sent me a really awesome cook book. I know it's awesome cause the pictures are amazing, but its all in German. And so I've decided that could be a fun way to learn.

It's been a crazy start to the year, and with work and school, learning German had since taken the back seat. I have 3 language courses (you know those you get to learn the language quick just so you can get around when you there), and one of them is supposed to be a little more advanced.


But still! An acquaintance who moved from Germany to South Africa years ago said that he found it easier to read a book in the language you want to learn, along with a dictionary. Lol, that one didn't go down well. I've gone through THREE pages and it's taken me FOREVER.
When Hubs and I met, he didn't speak much English either, and I promise, this guy read through the English dictionary and It felt like just weeks and we were having hours long conversations in English. Seriously though, I don't see myself reading though a German dictionary, I doubt that would work for me and I simply don't have that kinda time on my hands.
Another suggestion was to surround yourself with people that speak the language. I don't know how that's supposed to help because if no one translates, I just zone out and start planning and ticking off lists in my head...actually I do that regardless of what language people speak if the conversation isn't exciting (so bad, I know, but my attention span is just sad), and in any case, my in laws usually revert back to English when they realise they've gone off in German.

Regardless of my failed attempts, I think I'm just not putting enough energy into learning it. And I should, but obviously I'll have to find fun ways of learning, rather than making it feel like a time consuming chore I have to do. Any suggestions or ideas of other fun ways to learn a new language?

Monday, 4 March 2013

What if...

Life happens (for lack of a better expression), but sometimes I always wonder how things may have turned out had I made different choices.

My husband and I met when I was in my second year of university. This university wasn't my first choice, and because my application to my first choice was late, I either had to take a gap year and start the following year, or go with my second choice, which had accepted my late application. I was so miserable in my first year that I continued applying to various universities closer to home, but by the time the new year came, it all became complicated with transfer of credits, etc. So I decided to just stick it out.
Best choice ever because a few weeks into the year, I met my Hubs. It certainly wasn't love at first sight (my husband is such a hottie, but I guess I wasn't looking), but he was so charming and was such a gentleman (something I seriously wasn't used to), and our friendship quickly blossomed into a relationship.

But what if I'd persevered and started that year at a different university, what if I had taken a gap year and had never set foot in this town. Would we have found our way to each other regardless, or would I be living a completely different life?

Mommy and me

Mom and him


Well, I'm seriously glad that our life's choices brought us together, because now I can't imagine my life without my love.

Friday, 1 March 2013

All grown

I'm sitting here wondering if she remembered to pack her lunch, some extra cash for an emergency and has her phone fully charged.
How is she feeling, probably really nervous and excited. So am I, for her. It's my baby sister's first day of work. I can't believe how much she's grown.

Me and Lulubuns

All of us (with half mom's face)

She'll always be my BABY sister though.