So the big Singapore Fling clearly never happened and will unfortunately never happen. That relocation gap has passed me by and I am OK with it. I started this blog just over a year ago when I found myself missing writing on my Bosom Buddies Blog. Writing is so cathartic and a great way to look back and reflect on past achievements, losses, growth spurts, stagnant phases and all that life entails. I miss the interactive nature of the typepad blog, having plenty comments and debates even though some got ugly. I do know if you have an opinion and you express it publicly be prepared for the backlash.
So now I am thinking its time for a new blog as I am in this new phase. First we had the charity and my surfing and my kids being pretty small. Then it was surrogacy and the start of my studies. Phase 3 was the big move and then then big non move. Now, the biggest things in my life are training for my triathlon sprint, dealing with my in love teen, trying to cope with my oral dyatonia/dyskenesia and my Social Work studies. New time, new focus. Its tempting to go back to typepad and only about 100 dollars or so a year. Or do I stay with blogger/blogspot whatever its called.
My new blog will be called meljustdoingit and have my Nike swish. Right now though Mel has to dash off to take the girls to hockey. What you think chicklets? Stay with my present blog or make a change?
Thursday, May 23, 2013
Monday, May 20, 2013
Not fearless after all
I am fortunate to be fairly fearless and much of it is by choice. Of course some of it is due to experience too, undergoing various challenges and answering my what ifs. What if you go overseas at 17 all alone? What if you call off the wedding to a man you love you know isn't right for you? What if you become a single parent with no emotional support and barely any financial support? Start a business and fail? Move to another city for a man? Endure an abusive relationship? My list of what ifs goes on and the answer is you get stronger and braver and you tap into reserves you didn't know existed. We all do this.
Unfortunately I do have a fear though which raises its hideous head every so often. Its c---er. The proverbial big C that I cannot say or even write. Lately the number of C related deaths and people getting the big C seem to be on the up. On Friday we bury a grade 1 teacher of our school. I have 2 girlfriends with C and then all those other stories. I never met my mom in law as 3 months after being diagnosed C stole her life. My uncle who was kind and gentle and had the broadest back where all the cousins could ride on made it to his mid thirties until colon cancer squeezed the life out of him. Four years ago in December my mom got ovarian cancer. She kicked its filthy arse though and it slunk off in defeat, life won, life in abundance.
Unfortunately knowing Gary and I both have direct family members with C makes me paranoid. I have such an ugly scar on my leg from having a perfectly safe lump hacked out. I have little scars from having my moles removed. When Gary has a pain or bump or lump my mind races ahead and before you know it I have grieved a loss already. My kids, oh the fear squeezes too tight. Ironically the only person I don't worry about is myself, I stay convinced I will die a very old lady one day.
I am worried about one of my children who is going off for an MRI this week. I'm sure its nothing serious, I am sure we will find a way to treat this and be pain free yet that fear lurks that chokes my throat and what ifs become dark and ugly places. I am not going into detail as then its too real a worry so I will just ask for prayer and vibes and hope from my mixed medley bunch of clappers and non clappers that we will get a good report with nothing seriously wrong. It has to be fine, it will be fine.
Unfortunately I do have a fear though which raises its hideous head every so often. Its c---er. The proverbial big C that I cannot say or even write. Lately the number of C related deaths and people getting the big C seem to be on the up. On Friday we bury a grade 1 teacher of our school. I have 2 girlfriends with C and then all those other stories. I never met my mom in law as 3 months after being diagnosed C stole her life. My uncle who was kind and gentle and had the broadest back where all the cousins could ride on made it to his mid thirties until colon cancer squeezed the life out of him. Four years ago in December my mom got ovarian cancer. She kicked its filthy arse though and it slunk off in defeat, life won, life in abundance.
Unfortunately knowing Gary and I both have direct family members with C makes me paranoid. I have such an ugly scar on my leg from having a perfectly safe lump hacked out. I have little scars from having my moles removed. When Gary has a pain or bump or lump my mind races ahead and before you know it I have grieved a loss already. My kids, oh the fear squeezes too tight. Ironically the only person I don't worry about is myself, I stay convinced I will die a very old lady one day.
I am worried about one of my children who is going off for an MRI this week. I'm sure its nothing serious, I am sure we will find a way to treat this and be pain free yet that fear lurks that chokes my throat and what ifs become dark and ugly places. I am not going into detail as then its too real a worry so I will just ask for prayer and vibes and hope from my mixed medley bunch of clappers and non clappers that we will get a good report with nothing seriously wrong. It has to be fine, it will be fine.
Friday, May 10, 2013
A month ago today
Today a month ago I was on a plane on my way to Singapore. All that planning, anticipation and money and now it is just a lovely memory. I guess that’s what memories are, good times once had. It has been a very long month. The 2 weeks away were divine and relaxing and I love spending time with my sister. Although different in many ways we are the same when it comes to family. My folks and older sister are not sentimental or big on occasions like birthdays, Easter, Christmas etc. They don’t do family dinners or big Sunday lunches. I think my baby brother Paul would probably be a little in between Nina and I and the rest of the bunch. Nina and I love entertaining and family functions and girlfriends and holidays. One of the big reasons we were both so stoked about me moving to Sing was the sharing in doing the schmaltzy stuff. Picking out a tree, Halloween with the kids, birthday parties, Easter egg hunts etc.
Anyway, my 2 weeks back have been pretty good but my mouth has been sore lately. It was perfect there but I was chilled and we drank booze every night. It really works for my mouth, the good ol’ sauce. Now its exam stress and family and normal stuff and my spazzy tongue gets spaz. The tetmodis has been very disappointing for me plus I can’t go to the loo. I am always too scared to take something to make me go because what if I am somewhere and I need a poo and I am unable to find a place to go?! The horror!! I see my neuro on Monday again to look at other options. I want to try the deep brain stimulation but its finding a qualified and willing doc to do that. If they screw it up I might land up with more than just my tongue being spaz! Oh God it is such a pity you won’t just make it stop but I am grateful for so many things I will stop moaning about the few things you decide not to do.
My exercise is going well although I am still without a bike. I have found myself a triathlon coach to help me get going. He’s my swim coach so now it’s just the other 2 disciplines to work on. I have managed to get myself running 6kms. It sounds pathetic when people run 42km but I couldn’t even run 1km so I am happy for now. I want to build it up to 10km and try and run +-20km a week split over 2 or 3 days. I will swim for 3 and then find 2 days to cycle. The first tri sprint will be in Oct or November and then Xterra light next year. Maybe I will find a few open water swims to do as well.
Otherwise everyone is well. We all loved Bieber and his show was so impressive. I can see he was a huge Michael Jackson fan and the dancing and lighting and special effects were awesome. He really put on an entertaining show and watching my kids rock that hard was just divine for Gary and I. Studies: I have written 2 subjects and have 2 to go. I know I did well in those 2 so now it’s trying to keep it up and not lose momentum. In July I start HIV and HIV counselling as a semester subject which should be really interesting. I love that I am learning new things, expanding my mind and changing old thought patterns and view points. Life does indeed begin at 40 and I made a conscious decision to start doing all those things that I had left on the shelf while I was raising my kids. At age 8, 10 and 16 and being more independent I get to enjoy more time and freedom. Yay for not having another baby which is something I NEVER thought I would say.
Time for bed. To sleep the WHOLE night because I have no toddler climbing in my bed or calling me. Funny how life turns out when I was SO gutted I didn’t adopt or have that 4th and now I have moved on. Finally!
Thursday, April 25, 2013
Back on the Mama treadmill
Oh it was great to step off the crazy treadmill that is my life for 2 blissful weeks. I love my life, I know I am fortunate but the pace of it and logistics make it stressful and sometimes over whelming and exhausting.
So off I went all nervous at the thought of leaving my family to cope without me for 2 weeks. I had organized everything I possibly could and I knew they would cope because they had to. The flight was OK although I think my tetmodis (meds for mouth) make me panicky and claustro as I often have that feeling when I lie in bed and I am about to go to sleep. Taking them on the plane and feeling claustro in my seat...not so much. The SA-Sing flight lands at 6.00am local time and midnight for us. My gorgeous sister was there to pick me up and driving home to her place felt all familiar. My 4th time there in 2 years. My almost home.
I love the heat and lushness of the city. The cleanliness and safety and organization. A brief nap was followed by our first of many shopping sprees. We share a love of cheap crap and bargains so much fun was had at the the 2 dollar store. Then collecting my niece and nephew at their 2 respective schools. My niece Lily-Rose is in grade 1 at a local school. The standard is extremely high with the work being closer to grade 2 and 3 level. She is coping so well and Auntie Mel is super proud of her! Had a good weekend in Sing and managed to fit in some walk-runs and a few swim sessions too. Monday midday we were back at the airport shopping and taking masses of corny photographs. After a quick 2 hours we landed in Siem Riep in Cambodia. Our room rate was 120 US dollars a night but we had booked on-line on a special months before and paid R1700 for FOUR night for 2 of us including brekkie. I was mentally prepared for a dive but the hotel was gorgeous, yay! We had a local guide for 2 days to show us the sights which were basically a trip up the river to see the floating villages (not so much fun) and visits to 3 temples which was amazing.
The temples are so elaborate and imagining the logistics of transporting those masses of stone via elephants and laying each block, amazing! The intricate carvings telling the stories of their Gods and history all done by hand 1000 years ago. I will post some pics once downloaded. The markets were brill and very cheap filled with all my hippy style clothing I like. Restaurants were buzzing and well priced too. What I didn't enjoy was the extreme poverty and filth that was everywhere. Picture township poor and dirty with exactly the same looking dogs. Mauritius and Thailand have the same areas of filth and extreme poverty but they also have the areas of overwhelming beauty. I loved the temples but being on holiday means I want a break from the guilt of my rich white privileged skin and to just close my eyes for a while and not have that heart breaking poverty in my face constantly. Do I sound horrible? I am sorry. Its hard living in SA and just because we no longer have official apartheid doesn't really mean we don't have apartheid in the form of the majority living in the same shacks and dumps they lived pre 1994. But this is not meant to be heavy so back to my holiday.
We flew back on Friday afternoon and Saturday morning we were back at the airport to fly off to visit Nina's BF in Bangkok. What a massive sprawling huge city. Once again largely poor and very dirty. We avoided the seedy sex districts preferring ping-pong balls to be hit on tables rather than shot out Thai vaginas for people to ogle at. Saturday night had us all dressed up and off to The Sky Bar which is where a scene from Hangover 2 is shot. Such a trendy amazing place but at R200 a cocktail, not cheap! Off somewhere else for dinner and then back home for a relatively early night to preserve our shopping strength. We hit a huge market the following day but the heat and crowding and crazy display of animals for sale made us retreat to the cooler saner indoor shopping areas. Once again we shopped away buying all sorts of bargains.
Back home to swim with Viviene's gorgeous 3 boys. Nina and I LOVE kids, Tertia too. They are 6, 8 and 11 with a little sister of 11 months. Well balanced fun kids who were confident and super friendly and just loved having us there. Monday we returned to finish shopping and Monday night saw us back at the airport. Knowing I had to return just 24 hours later to fly home was not fun. I enjoyed my last day in Sing. It was different this trip. No bittersweet regret of thinking I was meant to live there, it was to be our home. I think I finally have that peace and Cape Town is our home with Singapore a distant dream. I decided to take my temodis 3 hours before going to the airport but wow I was anxious. Like close to panic attack anxious. I also had spuitpoep (runny tummy) and the worry of pooping in my pants didn't help. 2 immodiums, 2 birals and 2 rescues made it more manageable and I arrived at the airport at 11.00 with my flight being at 1.25am. I was too anxious to shop, to eat or browse. I had 20 Sing dollars left and 20 US and I didn't even spend it. Couldn't do anything but walk up and down and breath. The thought of siting in a confined space for 13 hours with the potential of pooping in my pants was not good. I prayed and prayed and breathed and eventually I boarded and I was fine. Sjoe!
And now I am home and its cooking and shopping and driving kids and homework and sports and pets and exams are looming. My dogs ate 2 of my new Woolies outside pillows yesterday and continue to crap on my driveway so I drive in sh*t everytime I get home. Delightful, not. My kids are great and Gary did a good job. A few balls were dropped but I am trying not the let it bother me. Its now 5.31am and jetlag means I was up at 4.00am. Its going to be a long day. I am very grateful I had this holiday and break and tomorrow I start studying for my exams again. Thanks so much my gorg sister Nina and family for a wonderful time there. I love you all so much and stay committed to visiting you once a year wherever you might inhabit the globe. Unless its Nigeria, send me a postcard instead.
So off I went all nervous at the thought of leaving my family to cope without me for 2 weeks. I had organized everything I possibly could and I knew they would cope because they had to. The flight was OK although I think my tetmodis (meds for mouth) make me panicky and claustro as I often have that feeling when I lie in bed and I am about to go to sleep. Taking them on the plane and feeling claustro in my seat...not so much. The SA-Sing flight lands at 6.00am local time and midnight for us. My gorgeous sister was there to pick me up and driving home to her place felt all familiar. My 4th time there in 2 years. My almost home.
I love the heat and lushness of the city. The cleanliness and safety and organization. A brief nap was followed by our first of many shopping sprees. We share a love of cheap crap and bargains so much fun was had at the the 2 dollar store. Then collecting my niece and nephew at their 2 respective schools. My niece Lily-Rose is in grade 1 at a local school. The standard is extremely high with the work being closer to grade 2 and 3 level. She is coping so well and Auntie Mel is super proud of her! Had a good weekend in Sing and managed to fit in some walk-runs and a few swim sessions too. Monday midday we were back at the airport shopping and taking masses of corny photographs. After a quick 2 hours we landed in Siem Riep in Cambodia. Our room rate was 120 US dollars a night but we had booked on-line on a special months before and paid R1700 for FOUR night for 2 of us including brekkie. I was mentally prepared for a dive but the hotel was gorgeous, yay! We had a local guide for 2 days to show us the sights which were basically a trip up the river to see the floating villages (not so much fun) and visits to 3 temples which was amazing.
The temples are so elaborate and imagining the logistics of transporting those masses of stone via elephants and laying each block, amazing! The intricate carvings telling the stories of their Gods and history all done by hand 1000 years ago. I will post some pics once downloaded. The markets were brill and very cheap filled with all my hippy style clothing I like. Restaurants were buzzing and well priced too. What I didn't enjoy was the extreme poverty and filth that was everywhere. Picture township poor and dirty with exactly the same looking dogs. Mauritius and Thailand have the same areas of filth and extreme poverty but they also have the areas of overwhelming beauty. I loved the temples but being on holiday means I want a break from the guilt of my rich white privileged skin and to just close my eyes for a while and not have that heart breaking poverty in my face constantly. Do I sound horrible? I am sorry. Its hard living in SA and just because we no longer have official apartheid doesn't really mean we don't have apartheid in the form of the majority living in the same shacks and dumps they lived pre 1994. But this is not meant to be heavy so back to my holiday.
We flew back on Friday afternoon and Saturday morning we were back at the airport to fly off to visit Nina's BF in Bangkok. What a massive sprawling huge city. Once again largely poor and very dirty. We avoided the seedy sex districts preferring ping-pong balls to be hit on tables rather than shot out Thai vaginas for people to ogle at. Saturday night had us all dressed up and off to The Sky Bar which is where a scene from Hangover 2 is shot. Such a trendy amazing place but at R200 a cocktail, not cheap! Off somewhere else for dinner and then back home for a relatively early night to preserve our shopping strength. We hit a huge market the following day but the heat and crowding and crazy display of animals for sale made us retreat to the cooler saner indoor shopping areas. Once again we shopped away buying all sorts of bargains.
Back home to swim with Viviene's gorgeous 3 boys. Nina and I LOVE kids, Tertia too. They are 6, 8 and 11 with a little sister of 11 months. Well balanced fun kids who were confident and super friendly and just loved having us there. Monday we returned to finish shopping and Monday night saw us back at the airport. Knowing I had to return just 24 hours later to fly home was not fun. I enjoyed my last day in Sing. It was different this trip. No bittersweet regret of thinking I was meant to live there, it was to be our home. I think I finally have that peace and Cape Town is our home with Singapore a distant dream. I decided to take my temodis 3 hours before going to the airport but wow I was anxious. Like close to panic attack anxious. I also had spuitpoep (runny tummy) and the worry of pooping in my pants didn't help. 2 immodiums, 2 birals and 2 rescues made it more manageable and I arrived at the airport at 11.00 with my flight being at 1.25am. I was too anxious to shop, to eat or browse. I had 20 Sing dollars left and 20 US and I didn't even spend it. Couldn't do anything but walk up and down and breath. The thought of siting in a confined space for 13 hours with the potential of pooping in my pants was not good. I prayed and prayed and breathed and eventually I boarded and I was fine. Sjoe!
And now I am home and its cooking and shopping and driving kids and homework and sports and pets and exams are looming. My dogs ate 2 of my new Woolies outside pillows yesterday and continue to crap on my driveway so I drive in sh*t everytime I get home. Delightful, not. My kids are great and Gary did a good job. A few balls were dropped but I am trying not the let it bother me. Its now 5.31am and jetlag means I was up at 4.00am. Its going to be a long day. I am very grateful I had this holiday and break and tomorrow I start studying for my exams again. Thanks so much my gorg sister Nina and family for a wonderful time there. I love you all so much and stay committed to visiting you once a year wherever you might inhabit the globe. Unless its Nigeria, send me a postcard instead.
Saturday, April 6, 2013
4 days till my Eat, Pray, Love adventure!
It always amazes me how you book or plan something so long in advance and somehow time does pass and before you know it, 4 sleeps to go! I am getting really excited now although pre stress planning and organizing is always killer before I leave. Gary and I are pretty old fashioned when it comes to parenting the kids. Because he works long hours and I have only ever worked half day since Rebeka’s birth, I do 90% of the day to day parenting.
The suck thing is when I am away and my well oiled machine aka home and family have to run on without me. My parents live 45 minutes away and Mimi has just moved house so is unavailable to help re critters. I am fortunate that Sofie’s school BF has a most divine and helpful mother Auntie Penny who my girls adore. The dad Uncle Gabby is loved too. And then they have their Auntie Tracey who is my identical twin sister from another mother, and father actually. And finally their big sister Prisca, my heart daughter, who will be moving in for 2 weeks to help with homework and school lunches and pony tails. Dad does morning and evening snuggles and school drop off. I know push comes to shove he could and would do more so I guess I just won’t worry. Auntie Michelle is on backup and doggie crises duty. Ella ate 6 large plastic dog bowls, 2 doggie matrasses and now the waterproof covering off her kennel. Might ask Michelle to find her a lovely new home for my Ella…highly pedigreed 6 month old extremely expensive rottie free to good/bad/average home.
Meals you ask? I have ordered 2 weeks worth of suppers from a caterer Monday to Friday that get dropped off every afternoon. I have lists and more lists and I have even made little cash packets with wages for my domestic, the gardener and their tuck money for days when they have sport. Mellie is ready to go off and do an Eat, Pray, Love adventure with her partner in crime, sister Nina. Another tough year as life seems to just be and I cannot believe I get to just stop for a bit. No mothering or studying or running around. The only suck shitty thing is my overseas meds haven’t worked at all and the pain and spasms continue in a never ending nightmare. Month 9 in a journey that is very, very hard not knowing if I will ever get relief. It is a testimony to the human spirit as I remember mailing my sister and Gary in week one saying how research had revealed that irreversible word and I couldn’t possibly be doing this for even a day. I can and I do and have to and I continue to trust and believe that somehow I will find the answer. I have decided if I cannot get to a point where I manage the spasms I will start working on long term pain management instead.
But that’s too a depressing subject. My plans: Tuesday is my bday and I am hoping to have a little lunch with a friend or 2 or 5. I will finish packing and pack too much despite swearing I won’t. Tuesday night will be an early Spur supper with my precious family and Wednesday I fly. Sjoe, get nervy at the thought. I am not a nervous flier but it’s the pre getting on the plane have you remembered X, Y and Z. I arrive 6.00am Sing time on Thursday morning, midnight for us. After a brief nap Nina and I hit those shops! Can’t wait to see Zack and Rosie my neph and niece. And Paul my BIL and War-War Nina’s awesome helper. Oh and Gary’s BF Russel and his cool wife Kim and their girlies. I will only blog again once I am there. I promise a jumpy in Singapore, one in Cambodia and one in Bangkok. Luckily Nina is better than Mimi in taking the pics so I don’t have to leap a thousand times. Bon Voyage to me…see you all soon!
Tuesday, March 26, 2013
The critters
My previous blog readers knew my critters well as I often wrote about the 3 of them and all that they were in my life. I guess when you blog daily you have the time and scope to be more detailed. Now, if I am blogging or reading it means technically, I should be studying. Trying to finish everything before I fly on the 10th of April has been super challenging. Everything was going great untiI I started on a morning dose of tetmodis as of yesterday. Between that and the rivotril I could hardly stay awake and I had to submit my sociology assignment which I am doubting a little.
So far the tetmodis has been horribly disappointing. The hope junkie is feeling a tad jaded after 2 weeks of my so called miracle drug and vokol difference. I am now advised to take it twice a day so for 2 weeks I will hope once again and then see where I am at. It will be my birthday day so hopefully God will give me a spasm free tongue for my 42nd birthday gift. But enough of my desperate, boring, painful and depressing mouth. Critters…
Sofie my cute pie is doing well this year with her tummy aches manageable. For some time I have been concerned about her performance at school and my ADD-paranoia-phobia lurked for years. Daniel was only diagnosed in grade 5 with ADHD but I should have picked it up years before that. His teachers should have, his remedial lady, his audiblox lady and his OT. Anyway, we finally sorted him out, made the agonizing decision to medicate and he has done well ever since. The biggest freak out was the tummy aches and appetite loss in my already skinny kid. With my Blixie-girl meds are not an option. She needs to eat little bits often and I think the Ritalin would just kill her stomach. I met her teacher and we decided for now it’s all good and average is just fine for her. If she slips below I will intervene. I have changed the way I ask her spelling and we read together at night (me 2 pages, her 2 pages) and it seems to help. The other day she got 15/15 for her test and was so chuffed. She actually thanked me for helping her and I wanted to cry with appreciation. I will do ANYTHING to help you my Sofia girl. I will give you my all and help you everyday for all my days if you need it. She’s so darn dimply squeezy cute and I am ever aware of her growing up and savouring the last few years of this cuddly love time.
And my beautiful boy, my Daniel. (He really is gorgeous, not just my bias!) Well we seem to have hit a pretty peaceful patch and we talk about something when we need to. He is less defensive and aggressive as he realizes I am not the enemy. I stand back in awe watching how bravely and hugely he loves this girl. First time love from a perfectly undamaged broken heart. It’s been about 8 months now and we have all repositioned ourselves as you do when a family changes. My dad hasn’t even met her yet so Daniel is looking forward to showing his hottie off to his Pops this Sunday. The line between my dad, my brother and my son is so strong. They look the same and that genetic blood line is amazing to see. My Jewish roots make it extra special for me and I strongly believe in a previous wise Loebenberg ancestor praying over the male line of his family for generations.
And Becks. Bubbly, bright, beautiful, sensitive, intense Rebeka who fills the whole house nevermind the whole room. She seems to be having a better friend year and more able to cope with the complexities of female friendships. Both her BFFs are in the other class but she got the teacher she really wanted so is delighted. He is about to turn 31 and very fit and handsome so half the moms and half the girls are in love with the guy. She asked me if I could marry Mr Kemp if her dad died but I had to decline. So far no liking boys yet or any sign of puberty. Thank God! She claims she is only 1 of 3 girls that do not have a hint of hips or boobies. I heard that puberty is a weight thing more than an age thing and at 40kg girls develop. The bigger girls normally develop 1st so there could well be truth in that theory. Luckily ol scrawny is 32kg like myself at that age which means only in grade 7.
So life goes on through the normal thick & thin and I do one day, one day at a time as best as I can. I am still swimming training and walking but cannot get my arse on that bike. I know I HAVE to so maybe this coming weekend. This past weekend we did a 30km up and down hike over a very hectic mountain from Greyton to McGregor and back. It was TOUGH but gorg. My calves are still sore. Next time I post will be all about my trip. SO soon now, nipping a little! My girls pined after 2 days so the thought of them missing me for TWO WEEKS is hard. Gary too, he loves me!
Monday, March 18, 2013
Vouchers, mag subs and a purple dancing pony please!
Nothing? Really? You really want buggerall for your birthday? I am always amazed when that is the reply to the wonderful anticipatory question of: So what do you want for your birthday?! I so don’t want nothing. I always know exactly what I want and have a list. I am not sure if that’s greedy or presumptuous but being of practical nature with a love language of gifts, I myself like it when people tell me they want X, Y, Z. So much easier.
I love my birthday being sentimental and romantic too. I love the sense of occasion and reflection as I look at where I am in my life, where I was and where I am going too. Having lost too many young friends way too early, I appreciate the privilege of growing older. I am pretty much half way through my life. Although I am going through a very hard time battling my dystonia (meds day 6, no relief, wanna weep!) I am generally pretty happy. I love my kids, I like my birds, I love 2 out of the 3 dogs I own and sometimes like the other, I love and appreciate my husband. I am grateful for my parents being together and pretty OK health wise, happy my siblings and their critters are OK too. I have amazing girl friends and I need more than 2 hands to count them. My studies are going well and in just 22 sleeps, I turn 42. In twenty THREE sleeps, I fly off to my Sing trip.
So due to the fact this is a random bday and I fly the next day, I have decided no party. Maybe an afternoon picnic with critters at the Nature Reserve the Friday afternoon before should God bless me with plenty sunshine that day. We had stern words when I turned 38 and my picnic had to be moved indoors due to Him listening to some farmers or someone else needing rain.
Now I know this is a little age 6 but it’s MY birthday so here’s MY wish list:
I want a dancing purple pony and Justin Bieber to sing with me and an elephant who talks and a real tiara. OK not really. Maybe just the pony. I would love the following:
Mag subs one/all of Runners World, Oprah, Traithlon Mag, Women’s Health from friends/my sister.
A salad spinner from my mom. Have always wanted a salad spinner, odd I know.
Spending money from Gary for my trip
Daniel to type me a proper letter and finish the collage of my jumpy Mel shots he was meant to give me for my 40th.
Tennis skirt from the tennis girls Size L
Meringues from Priscy
Pink rain jacket from my walking/fitness buddies Size L
Pedi from Hermi or Thai Sabai
Pedi from Nina so we go to Siem Riep with our gorg slangkoppe aka toes
Toy style watch from Woolies from my girls
Vouchers from Sportsman’s Warehouse or Mr P Sport
I want a dancing purple pony and Justin Bieber to sing with me and an elephant who talks and a real tiara. OK not really. Maybe just the pony. I would love the following:
Mag subs one/all of Runners World, Oprah, Traithlon Mag, Women’s Health from friends/my sister.
A salad spinner from my mom. Have always wanted a salad spinner, odd I know.
Spending money from Gary for my trip
Daniel to type me a proper letter and finish the collage of my jumpy Mel shots he was meant to give me for my 40th.
Tennis skirt from the tennis girls Size L
Meringues from Priscy
Pink rain jacket from my walking/fitness buddies Size L
Pedi from Hermi or Thai Sabai
Pedi from Nina so we go to Siem Riep with our gorg slangkoppe aka toes
Toy style watch from Woolies from my girls
Vouchers from Sportsman’s Warehouse or Mr P Sport
Ta dah…easy peasy. No endless walking up and down wandering what the hell to buy me. Some of you probably think I am frightfully rude and forward and I hope you are not offended and you of course don’t have to buy me anything and I will even give you a piece of birthday cake. Others probably think I should tell you I don’t want gifts and rather donate to my fave charity but I am just not that selfless when it comes to my bday, sorry! Hopefully you will just think, typical Mel, no BS and just says it like it is and knows exactly what she wants from life. Trace you can get me the purple dancing pony!
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