I gave up Facebook for Lent. I’m not going to lie to you, I battled initially. But after a while it was liberating. It released me from day to day bollocks that I read about on Facebook. Social media bullshit that means nothing to me and I felt socially released from having to comment on nones news , photo’s or comments.    Sometimes I feel obliged to comment or to like something , because that’s the way I am.  If truth be told my productivity tripled without Facebook, Instagram, Twitter, my blog and Pinterest. Because even though I’d only given up Facebook and Instagram, after a while I didn’t feel the need to look at anything else….because….you see…I started enjoying life around me. Like in….REALLY enjoying life around me. You may try and convince yourself that you don’t spend a lot job time on these sites…but you’d be lying to yourself. Don’t kid yourself.  In fact I even stopped reading blogs as we’ll.

dont complain about not having enough time inn the day if you spend any time on social media. That half an hour or hour( if you add it up) can be used to do a million other things. Real life activities, with eye contact, hands touching, souls feeling fulfilled and most of all loving and respecting those around you.

social media, blogs, Instagram etc …they are NOT real. Just what you want us to see.


Bugger off now, get off your computer, smart phone, iPad and live your life. Feel things. You will be amazed at your inner serenity at not fiddling with a gadget. Inner serenity within your soul. No anxiety. Just calmly and efficiently focusing on your life.

i like feeling the inner serenity.






Random ramblings


Whats been happening in my life?

  • off to watch Aidan swim in a gala today
  • my diet’s gone to shit (MJ please phone me and give me a rev)
  • I had a stomach bug on Thursday night. from hell. vomiting is not for the faint hearted. I lost 2 kgs though and promptly put it all back on.
  • I heard my mom laugh yesterday.
  • I’m studying 6 modules this year through UNISA. Loving the stimulation. writing 5 exams in May and the other is a year module.
  • I’ve started trading on the stock market. Phewee, I’m pants at it. Completely pants. Again….I’m enjoying the stimulation and all the learning. Just not ready to take anyone’s pension fund and invest it for them. But exciting, heady and addictive.
  • My skin is looking lovely
  • we spent a lovely weekend at the coast. went for a long walk on the beach and I’m REALLY unfit. So that’s my next mission. getting fit. I have a goal for next year May. A 5 day expidition. But…. more about that later.
  • John and I in a better communicative space. Which is always good.

All in all, I’m a busy gal. Framing lots and lots and lots of mirrors. Painting classes have resumed. Great to be back doing that.





pity party


Today I had a really bad cerebral palsy day. When I fetched Molls, Noza(her carer) was seething. She said one of the autistic kids had tried to hit her really hard and when they moved him away, he ran back and tried again. Noza said she protected Molly and a teacher removed the boy.

But I was a little bit rattled at this news. I was ecstatic that Noza was there and she adores Molly and was most indignant that someone DARED try and hurt her. But I was frightened that someone might do this again and that we may not get there in time to protect her. Fortunately the school is heavily supervised.

But……it makes me feel weary and full of self pity and full of tears. And it makes me feel helpless. Like one of those days, which don’t come often, when I think of when I’m dead and what will happen to my Molls.

Fok it, but today has been really crappy.

But I like this post that I wrote a while back. It gives me hope. I don’t moan about the cerbral palsy thing often, so forgive me.

find it at

wish you were here


Since its Valentines week. I thought I’d share my favourite song/poem of all time.

Wish you were here- Pink Floyd

So, so you think you can tell Heaven from Hell, blue skies from pain.
Can you tell a green field from a cold steel rail?
A smile from a veil?
Do you think you can tell?

Did they get you to trade your heroes for ghosts?
Hot ashes for trees?
Hot air for a cool breeze?
Cold comfort for change?
Did you exchange a walk on part in the war for a lead role in a cage?

How I wish, how I wish you were here.
We’re just two lost souls swimming in a fish bowl, year after year,
Running over the same old ground.
What have we found?
The same old fears.
Wish you were here.

and on you tube:





At the moment I’m stuck in a bit of minor dilemma. It’s a great dilemma to be in. One I’d choose anyday to the other dilemma’s I’ve been in.

A few weeks ago Aidan was chosen to play for the u/9 cricket squad. 24 boys out of 80. Now anyone at an all boys school will tell you, that competition is tough. Boys are competitive. Boys that run the fastest, can spin a top with skill, can score the most tries etc, are held in the highest esteem. Almost revered. In a nutshell, boys simply LOVE to be the best. Or the strongest. Or the quickest.

Anyway back to my point. When he phoned to give us the news we congratulated him and secretly, in the privacy of our home did a jig and dance while we clapped our hands together in delight.

And so the life of sport begins, we thought. John and I discussed in detail of how we would be cool like Spud’s parents and pack a coolerbag with gin, tonic and blocks of ice. Oh, and cram some lemon wedges in somewhere. We planned to do a Mexican wave too. And laugh uproariously at jokes we made with the other parents.

We’ve since learned that drinking while watching school boy cricket is frowned upon.

Anyway, so there we have Aidan is his new cricket squad and I’m faced with a dilemma. To buy or not to buy ALL the cricket equipment. Dont get me wrong, I’m all for buying sports equipment. I am. It’s just that it’s so expensive and just handing it over on a platter, without it being for his birthday or christmas pressie, just blows my mind. What lesson am I teaching my child.

Easy come, easy go?

  • Cricket bat R500, check
  • Cricket bag R350 check
  • Cricket balls R70 a pop, he has 4, check
  • Cricket gloves R200 check

all he needs is a ball box R20, helmet R300 and cricket pads Rnot sure? about R300

that excludes the school cricket shirts, hat and socks I had to buy. That was R1000

I bought it all with pleasure.

So should I buy the remaining pieces of  3 cricket equipment?

Will I be teaching him a good lesson. John is against it as he said they all had to share when he was a schoolboy. Nowadays all the kids have their own equipment.

What to do? What to do?

C’mon…what to do?


paint names


Have you ever looked at the names of Plascon paint? I only use Plascon because the names they choose for the colours intrigue me. Who sits and thinks of them?

My walls are painted in Papyrus. Other names are

  •  Green Mumba,
  • Irish Hills,
  • Cyprus Breeze,
  • Aspen Meadow

or warmer tones in:

  • Hot ‘n Spicy
  • Lobster Bisque
  • Adobe Desert

MY FAVOURITE NAME- Endless Possibilities. Imagine painting a room in Endless Possibilities. (it’s very pinky/salmon, so I would only use it as an accent colour). But I love the name and the images it conjures up.

Yellow tones:

  • Golden Daffodil
  • Sunkissed
  • Downy Duckling
  • Mellow Glow
  • Yellow Jubilee
  • Sunrise Glow
  • Summer memory
  • Phlox Field
  • Crazy Daisy
  • Panorama Lights
  • Lemon Rind
  • Blazing Sun

Just Love them! So filled with possibilities.

I think I might paint my sun room in Summer Memory.

Just something silly to ponder over.

#neknomination continued


Yesterday I saw two other great #neknomination video’s.

They both warmed the cockles of my heart. South African is truly a special country. We are unique.

and most importantly…we are moving forward.

Here are the two links:

p.s please comment. I love the feedback.

and my favourite:

P.s I’m rather entertained by this #neknomination. It’s almost like I can see the cogs turning in a mans brain.