Monthly Archives: November 2011

These shoes were made for walking……


What is it about high heel shoes that instantly make you feel taller, thinner and just plain sexy?

When I wear a heel, albeit very slight, it puts me in an instant confidant mood. I feel like a business woman and not a frumpy farmer’s wife. I feel like I’m pounding the streets of London and not the streets of our local dorpie dodging, litter, sheep and cow poo. I walk confidently and taller.

That’s not to say I don’t slip on my sheepskin slippers as soon as I walk through my front door. Enjoying wearing heels on the odd occasion doesn’t mean I’m a sucker for punishment…


The Spur and other family stuff………


I woke up in a great mood. Focused. Ready to work. Keep things in perspective.

The reason: we went away for the weekend. Saw different sites. Smelled different smells. Tasted different food. We took the kids to the Spur. Before we had kids John and I would never have been caught dead in the Spur. Now, these days, it’s quite the cool spot to hang out with kids. If Molly throws pumpkin on the floor, it’s fine. If Molly bends and folds the hard cardboard laminated kiddie menu, it’s fine. The kids lurrrrrrrrrrrrrrrve the Spur. John can eat his steak, and so he’s happy too.

 Aidan told me this morning that he wishes our house was in the Spur. I think not, love. My 3oo thread count white percale linen would smell of Spur’s basting sauce and deep-fried calamari. All smoky and stuff. Ummmm no thanks.

But it does my heart good to get away and get perspective. Especially to spend time as a family. (Never mind the delicious shoes I bought myself and my new Christmas present from John….a Yamaha, desktop Audio System docking station thingy-ma-jig) Divinnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnne…………….

Moody Fat Cow


I’m in such a mood. A real bad mood. Like blind rage, Mrs Grumpy is a miserable cow kind of mood. I can’t work and I can’t play.

Hmmmm, I think I might opt for the chemical way-out and take a little mood enhancer. Nothing wrong with that.

In a nutshell, I’m in a mood because I’m such a fat cow. Nothing fits and everything looks terrible on me.

fat fat fat fat fat fat fat fat fat fat fat fat fat fat fat fat fat fat fat fat fat fat fat fat fat fat fat fat fat fat fat fat fat fat fat fat fat fat


Horses and itchy twats…..


I’m very different to John’s sisters. They love horses. No, correction…..they are horse befok! I get on well-ish with them but jong, horsey girls are different. As my Aunty Irene always says, “horsey girls have itchy twats”

They just come across as strong and real ball breakers you know? Sometimes I catch John lovingly patting his manhood and checking to make sure it’s still there after a really caustic emasculating barb from one of them. That’s how  a strong horsey woman can be. Their thighs are so muscular that I have, on the odd occasion, heard a grown horse groan in pain and get tears in its eyes from fear and the clenching thighs.

A horsey girl will love their child with 100 percent unadulterated abandonment. They will obsess and teach the child to be tough and scorn the very essence of a ‘towny”. The farm child gets taught that no matter how tough a ‘towny” may be, he/she will NEVER measure up to the strength, knowledge and wit of a farm child.

I thought I loved horses and I do, I just hate riding a horse. I hate roller skating and ice skating. And I especially loathe ski-ing. I love my feet planted firmly on the ground so I can duck whenever I want to do. The same applies to flying, it’s boring and all that waiting for connecting flights and luggage collection is a waste of time. Give me car travel and my all time favourite, train travel anytime.

Anyway, back to John’s sisters…and horsey girls. I once had a horsey girl punch me in the arm. She was laughing at my joke and punched me on the upper arm as a sign of affection and appreciation. I remember that day clearly. The pain was excruciating. My eyes welled up and I fell to my knees in shock. I still have the bruise and the swelling only went down a few weeks ago. She punched me in 1997…

On that note, I have to go and brush Stardust, the pony. The sisters are coming and I’d hate them to see how knotty her mane is.


Protection of State Information Bill


Parliament’s vote of shame

November 23 2011 at 09:31am

 GAYE DAVIS wrote this article in The Star:

“THE FIGHT continues. That was the vow made by opponents of the Protection of State Information Bill yesterday after ANC MPs used their majority in the National Assembly to approve it, despite a concerted fight by opposition MPs who made up for their lack of numbers by exploiting the rule book in a bid to defeat the bill.

The tally was 229 votes in favour, while opposition MPs mustered only 107 votes against it because some MPs were absent, while some parties have vacant seats.

There were two abstentions – one of them by ANC MP Gloria Borman and the other by the United Democratic Movement’s Stanley Ntapane.

MPs took their seats as hundreds of protesters gathered at the gates of Parliament to register their protest, and pickets took place across the country.

Members of the SA National Editors’ Forum (Sanef) – editors of the country’s major print and broadcast media – sat in the public gallery, dressed in black to mark what the National Press Club had dubbed Black Tuesday.

st p1secCAPEtown (21063416)A demonstrator protests against the passing of the Protection of Information Bill outside parliament in Cape Town.


When the result of the vote was announced, they rose as one and left. Journalists cleared the Press Gallery at the same time, as ANC MPs applauded and shouted “Bye bye”.

Deft political footwork by the DA, in concert with the IFP, Cope, the ACDP and Freedom Front Plus, saw the ANC caught on the back foot by an initial bid to have the proceedings postponed, but the effect was only to delay the inevitable and see ANC chief whip Mathole Motshekga told by Speaker Max Sisulu that he wasn’t allowed to make speeches when he stood to object.

Parties were allowed three minutes each to make declarations setting out their opposition to the bill.

Boos and howls from ANC MPs met DA parliamentary leader Lindiwe Mazibuko when she said it was “a dark day” for the country’s young democracy.

“If passed, this bill will unstitch the very fabric of our constitution. It will criminalise the freedoms that so many of our people fought for.

“What will you, the members on that side of the house, tell your grandchildren? I know you will tell them that you fought for freedom. But will you also tell them you helped to destroy it? Because they will pay the price for your actions today.

ST p1mainSOWsecrecyIN SOWETO: Protesters from the Right2Know Campaign outside the Hector Pieterson Memorial in Soweto ahead of the secrecy bill vote. Picture: Jennifer Bruce


“Let this weigh heavy on your conscience as you cast your vote,” Mazibuko said.

Cope leader and former ANC national chairman and defence minister, Mosiuoa Lekota, said: “I shudder to think that the men and women who say money is being stolen will be locked up in the name of the ANC.

“I am ashamed… (we) will not vote for this legislation,” he said.

The ANC was creating “exactly the same situation” those who fought apartheid had confronted, when patriots were locked up and criminalised for saying what was wrong with the apartheid state, Lekota added.

The PAC’s Letlapa Mphahlele said: “You don’t have to be a foreign spy to oppose this legislation.” He warned it would limit freedoms and turn the country into a “banana republic”.

Calling on President Jacob Zuma not to sign the bill, the IFP’s Mario Ambrosini said Parliament was acting against the will of the people, who had said “in a clear voice” they did not want it. “What emerges out of this… is the arrogance of power.”

But Ambrosini missed the vote. Asked why his name was absent from the voting minutes, which lists the name of every MP, he told The Star he was “probably in the toilet”. After his ablutions, he had gone to do an interview with eNews. His vote would not have made much difference, he added.

UDM leader Bantu Holomisa said the true motivation for the bill was not so much state security as the concerns of people high up in the ANC for what the media was reporting.

ANC MP Luwellyn Landers said most critics of the bill had not read it and wanted former apartheid ruler PW Botha’s 1982 act – which the bill is meant to replace – to remain on the statute books. Retorted IFP chief whip Koos van der Merwe: “The honourable member attacks PW Botha, but he was a deputy minister in his cabinet.”

The bill has some way still to go before it becomes law: it will now go to the National Council of Provinces, which has the power to hold a fresh round of public hearings, take submissions and make amendments – although it can also pass the bill as it stands.

Speaking on the steps of the National Assembly after the vote, Sanef chairman Mondli Makhanya said editors would work with unions and civil society to continue the fight against the bitterly contested bill.

DA leader Helen Zille told The Star: “This is not the end of the road. We will take the bill to the Constitutional Court. More than a third of MPs oppose the bill, which enables us to do so (approach the Constitutional Court) under section 80 of the constitution.””

Beauty (that’s me) and the Beast (that’s him)..


I read a few blogs and I never read of any other women a-bitching about their husbands. But………..seriously people I need to have a good vent and bitchin session!

Ever since John has grown his mo and sideburns for Movember he has been in a frightfully grumpy miserable mood.

Huh…give me strength, roll on Friday night for the shava-a-thon. Give me my husband back. When he’s pleasant, he’s pleasant… but when he’s a bloody-minded stubborn moody person …



Tell me about yourself AWARD…..


Thanks for this award from


1. Tell 7 things about yourself.

2. Pass the award onto 15 others.


1. I crave a weekend alone with my husband without kids like you can’t believe. Just to bond again.

2. I love chocolate and shopping

3. I’m very ambitious when it comes to saving and investing

4. I want to go on a week’s art course with Dale Elliot in the Western Cape

5. I love snorkelling with a passion and think it’s the bee’s knees. (especially near Mocambique)

6. I love people who make me laugh and people who are kind

7. I miss my mother-in-law who died earlier this year very much, for her bossyness, her babysitting skills, her

    never-ending advice(sigh), her enthusiasm about my life, John’s and the kids.