Friday, 21 December 2012

The end of the world

Have I mentioned how much I *heart* reading Ken Follett's books? I read "The Pillars of the Earth" in 1998, wayyyy before he achieved world-wide fame. I like to think that my forcing my friends to read it because they couldn't go through life without reading one of the best pieces of literary brilliance of our time, contributed to his success. (Clearly, I'm totally humble.)

Then came "World Without End" which was just as awesome, even if I was disappointed that the follow-up of the previous novel skipped an entire generation...

Yesterday I bought "Winter of the World". Yayness! Can't wait to get my pyjamas on, the hubsband & offspring packed off to bed, a cuppa made & my behind parked on a couch with the book. *sigh* HEAVEN!

Incidentally, all of this "world without end" / "winter of the world" business reminds me that today was supposed to be the last day on the Mayan calendar. I guess today the Mayans learned the important lesson that if you find out you're wrong, it's not the end of the world. Haha!

Now, please excuse me while I get my nose stuck into my book.

Toodle do.

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Friday, 14 December 2012

Praying for the Connecticut families, ripped apart by one crazed gunman

I am watching the coverage of the shooting at the Newtown elementary school, where Ryan Lanza gunned down close to 30 people, the majority of which were children.

I am simply horrified that a tragedy like this could be perpetrated against tiny little children!

I cannot even begin to imagine how afraid they were; nor how devastated those poor families are going to be!

So heart rending.

I will be praying for all the families who have been torn apart by this terrible tragedy. And, in the words of Obama, "tonight will be hugging my [Jesse] a little tighter to myself."

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Goodbye work. Hello holiday.

Today is my very last day of work for 2012.  I am having some serious trouble, trying to keep from breaking out in bootie shakes.

On Sunday we hit the road to all the fandamily in the Eastern Cape, for a rocking Christmas with my most favourite people in the whole world.  Sunday cannot come soon enough.  We are all ready for the trip - dvd player, snacks, catsitter, etc.

Here's wishing you all a fabulous festive season.  Remembering our Saviour and the reason He came.

Thursday, 13 December 2012

Such a flower child!

Wherein I declare myself lazy.

I will not be working today.
Tomorrow is my last official working day for the year, but I. am. tired. of. working.
Nuff said.

Alternative plan for the day: lots of lurking around people's blogs.  Pinterest.  Facebook.  Youtube.
That's all.
Finish and klaar.

Carry on.

Tuesday, 11 December 2012

I like them big. I like them chunky.

Alternate title:  A Pain in The A**

A week ago, we had a potjie with some church friends.  [A potjie (pronounced "poykee") is a casserole cooked in an enormous three-legged pot over a fire.  But we call the entire event, from building the fire, to eating and socializing together, a potjie]  Great fun!  Food + friends = fun.  

On our return home, it started raining, so when I walked down the stairs from the garage towards our back door, my boats crocs rapidly morphed from foot protective gear to weapons of mass destruction and sent me and my liberally indulged appetite crashing down the flight of steps, while still holding two big pyrex dishes in my hands.

It wasn't pretty, y'all.  And neither is the junk in my trunk.

Lest you think this image has been tampered with, nay, that is an actual photo taken with my Blackberry. And yes, those are The Bruises.

Never one to miss an opportunity for sympathy, as soon as the bruise was visible, I sent pictures of it to my friends. Who, in the spirit of our dear friendship, immediately seized the opportunity to comment on the enormity, not of The Bruise, but of the roundness of my rump.  "Dang, girl - look at the SIZE of that thing! (The butt, not the bruise.)"  One even quoted one of my most favourite scenes from Madagascar II to me, where Motomoto approaches Gloria and introduces himself.  "Who's your friend? Or is that your butt?" (bad youtube version of the scene here.)

Luckily I have a thick skin.
It's purple.
But who am I to complain?

In the meantime, I am garnering sympathy wherever I can.
With my blue butt and the picture thereof in tow.

Thursday, 6 December 2012