Is married.
Congratulations
Neil, you could not have asked for a better woman. May your lives be filled with the richest blessing.
September 22, 2009
September 17, 2009
September 07, 2009
Bucket List
A while back, Marthie added a bucket list to her blog. I’ve been contemplating my list for quite some time, and it proved to be a hell of a task, which in itself, tells me what a charmed life I live.
Whoever feels like publishing their list, please do so, it’s a wonderful exercise in appreciation, hopes and dreams.
1. To eat crayfish in an exotic tropical landscape at sunset
2. Have a traditional Italian meal in Tuscany
3. Sip champagne at the F1 Grand Prix in Monaco
4. Spend a night on a luxury yacht
5. See St Peters Basilica
6. To make angels in a field of pure white snow with my children
7. Drive in a vintage car, just once
8. Listen to the New York Philharmonic in Central Park
9. To see my children grow into mature young adults
10. Experience my grandchildren to the fullest.
Whoever feels like publishing their list, please do so, it’s a wonderful exercise in appreciation, hopes and dreams.
1. To eat crayfish in an exotic tropical landscape at sunset
2. Have a traditional Italian meal in Tuscany
3. Sip champagne at the F1 Grand Prix in Monaco
4. Spend a night on a luxury yacht
5. See St Peters Basilica
6. To make angels in a field of pure white snow with my children
7. Drive in a vintage car, just once
8. Listen to the New York Philharmonic in Central Park
9. To see my children grow into mature young adults
10. Experience my grandchildren to the fullest.
August 27, 2009
10 Things I Love About You...
Tagged my Hope 852
- Your appreciation of food sounds. Whether it's the nyum nyum nyum sounds with your solids, or your mmmmmmm sounds when you're drinking your bottle.
- The way you smile at me every morning.
- How you spontaneously grab my face and plant a giant wet kiss on me.
- Your tiny baby hugs.
- The way you love all things animal, from bugs to dogs, when you squeal with delight, I know an animal is nearby.
- How you sing yourself to sleep.
- Your hysterical giggling when you go for your man goods.
- How everyday is completely new to you.
- How you stare into my eyes with total adoration just before you fall asleep at night.
- Your frustration when you can't do things yourself.
Tag all the Mommies.
And all the Mommies in waiting, a special prayer for you.
August 25, 2009
August 19, 2009
Destiny...
Our lives are preordained, our paths already chosen... I don't, or didn't believe in it.
Scenario 1...
I am young, desperate for a waiteressing job. I phoned various restaurants and arranged a drop off of my CV. There was one little restaurant / coffee shop I had in mind, as an ideal. I still cannot remember why I was so hell bent on working there, perhaps it was the proximity to our house, perhaps the working hours... I contacted them and requested to speak to the owner or manager. After I had told my story and requested that I drop off my CV, he declined. I took a trip to the restaurant anyway and spoke to the owner. Today, I don't remember his face, all that I remember was the unpleasant exchange, throwing my CV on his reception counter, and fuming all the way to the bus stop. I kept telling myself over and over again that he was an arse, it had nothing to do with me.
Scenario 2...
About a year after the above exchange, a friend at work, introduced me to his father. A pleasant man, whom I was instantly attracted to. Our age difference, my history, and his recent divorce, seemed to constantly put obstacles in our path. After denying our attraction for months, he kissed me... I kissed him back it was electric. But still, life seemed determined to pull us apart. From family, to financial problems, we stuck it out, we loved each other, fiercely, passionately. There were times we felt like packing it in, but somehow, something, always pulled us closer, when those dark times were thrust on us.
Scenario 3...
10 years on, last week.
My husband and I were sitting in bed, chatting about decisions people make, and how it changes our lives. How one decision changes the people we meet, our personalities, our very existence.
Husband: I wonder why I sold my restaurant?
Me: You had a restaurant?
Hubby: Yes, when I got divorced and moved down here. I needed to do something I'd never done before. I bought a restaurant, had it for a few months and then felt I needed to sell it.
Me: Oh, which restaurant was it?
Hubby: That little bistro at shopping centre xyz, the one under the escalator, it was called B.
Me: You're the arse!!!!!!
Hubby: What?
Me: I applied for a job with you. You told me to get poked and I threw my CV at you!
Hubby: You were the hot blonde? I wanted you even then.
Me: Pervert.
Hubby: You're still hot and I still want you.
Me: You're still an arse.
We lay there in the dark, and I wondered how it was that we met back then. Why I was so determined to work at that particular restaurant. How my husband was given to me not once, but twice...
Scenario 1...
I am young, desperate for a waiteressing job. I phoned various restaurants and arranged a drop off of my CV. There was one little restaurant / coffee shop I had in mind, as an ideal. I still cannot remember why I was so hell bent on working there, perhaps it was the proximity to our house, perhaps the working hours... I contacted them and requested to speak to the owner or manager. After I had told my story and requested that I drop off my CV, he declined. I took a trip to the restaurant anyway and spoke to the owner. Today, I don't remember his face, all that I remember was the unpleasant exchange, throwing my CV on his reception counter, and fuming all the way to the bus stop. I kept telling myself over and over again that he was an arse, it had nothing to do with me.
Scenario 2...
About a year after the above exchange, a friend at work, introduced me to his father. A pleasant man, whom I was instantly attracted to. Our age difference, my history, and his recent divorce, seemed to constantly put obstacles in our path. After denying our attraction for months, he kissed me... I kissed him back it was electric. But still, life seemed determined to pull us apart. From family, to financial problems, we stuck it out, we loved each other, fiercely, passionately. There were times we felt like packing it in, but somehow, something, always pulled us closer, when those dark times were thrust on us.
Scenario 3...
10 years on, last week.
My husband and I were sitting in bed, chatting about decisions people make, and how it changes our lives. How one decision changes the people we meet, our personalities, our very existence.
Husband: I wonder why I sold my restaurant?
Me: You had a restaurant?
Hubby: Yes, when I got divorced and moved down here. I needed to do something I'd never done before. I bought a restaurant, had it for a few months and then felt I needed to sell it.
Me: Oh, which restaurant was it?
Hubby: That little bistro at shopping centre xyz, the one under the escalator, it was called B.
Me: You're the arse!!!!!!
Hubby: What?
Me: I applied for a job with you. You told me to get poked and I threw my CV at you!
Hubby: You were the hot blonde? I wanted you even then.
Me: Pervert.
Hubby: You're still hot and I still want you.
Me: You're still an arse.
We lay there in the dark, and I wondered how it was that we met back then. Why I was so determined to work at that particular restaurant. How my husband was given to me not once, but twice...
August 14, 2009
Soulful Child
7 months.
I can bearly comprehend where time has gone,
and I never knew how much one human being could love another, until you were born.
The nurses couldn't stop commenting on how old fashioned you were.One of them called you a 'pasgebore baba'.
As you get older, I can see what they meant,
there is so much soul in your eyes.
Such wisdom...
Happy 7 months my boy,I love you with every fibre of my being.
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