I love winter – it’s the snot that gets me down.

My reply to a good friend after she enquired how we were and if she can sell her boy to me.

And you think some sucker on the black market will be interested in your little talks-in-the-3rd-person-juice-slugging-snot-picking-not-quite-toddler? Try Gumtree babe. They sell ANYTHING. And I know a guy who works at the credit department of ebay, he’s got a big stick to knock your knees in – just in case you forget what easy-payment-plan means.
 
Amelia is angel during day – when she’s not puking. At night her little bat wings sprout and she manages to hit a high C that melts the cheese-wax in my ears. My left ear sounds out of tune this morning – like it’s getting static and trying to pick up short-wave.
Realised that the evil that is the purple dinosaur is TRUELY evil. It’s the only song that will calm her down. How does she know this!!?? I didn’t play it to her when in womb- she got a lesson in 70’s 80’s rock 90’s alternative. No “hyuk hyuk, I’ll be your friend. come hug me” crap.
 
So went to the doc this morning -and lo and behold, we get to use another antibiotic. *shock shock horror horror* also got some dissolving tablet that thins the gunk so she can swallow/spit/play with it. Other than that, am to continue what I’m already doing – which isn’t working much – because she’s too little to do anything else. Well, that’s what it sounded like to me.
Will see this afternoon if she’s any better. But day mom is under strict instruction to phone if she gets too much to handle – then Amelia can torture me at home… alone.
 
Please God let this not be teeth, ’cause then we’re in for a silly ride.
 
*accepts kisses and panda hug*
 
*rummages in purse for emergency hug to send back* do you take  cheques?

Happy Mother’s Day South Africa!

To all the mommies, grannies and even great-great-grannies, may you have a fabulous day.
How are you celebrating it? Did you get breakfast in bed with weak coffee, burnt toast and a sticky card? Are you going out to lunch with the family and making a day of it? Or is it just another day on the calendar and holds no sentimental value to you.

I remember waking up early’ish to take my mom breakfast in bed. The older I got, the later I got up, so that I had to shoo her back to bed. Of course that’s where it ended and Mom still had to make Sunday lunch

This year I am a mother. Also I got the dates wrong and thought it was last Sunday, so I had hoped that Henk would remember. He didn’t. Serves me right for marrying an unsentimental cave man. Henk left at dawn for Citrusdal to check out a bike that he wants to buy. Note that dawn over here on the West Coast is around 7am.

Before you ask, I couldn’t join him (he did ask yesterday though) because I’m on call at the lab.

I sent sms’s to my mom and mom-in-law. Then stewed in my own despair and shared the ‘woe is me’ feeling with a dear friend on mxit. An aunt sent me a Mother’s Day wish and my maid phoned with well wishes too. That’s when I loaded Amelia in the car and headed for Spar before the early church goer’s rush. I’ll make my own Mother’s Day breakfast. Got me some freshly baked bread, black mushrooms and bacon.

I fried up all my favourites: bacon, runny egg, mushrooms, banana, and avo on toast. Amelia had to do with some cereal and fruit.

So to all you mom’s who choose not to celebrate the day (or tell yourselves that to feel better because the important people in your life forgot), I raise my coffee mug to you and say: “Happy Mother’s Day!!

Glued to the Tube

I’m addicted to The Style Network… and channel 145 – that SMS2TV channel.

Henk decided we need DSTV. After watching the umpteenth rerun of Evolution on etv, and fiddling with the booster’s bunny ears to tune SABC3 so that the snow doesn’t give you a migraine… I succumbed and agreed we need to make a plan. Also OK furnishers had a special on for decoders, dish and installation only R1 000. We decided to get the DSTV Compact bundle, since I still think the full package is WAY overpriced.

I learned 3 things. The best shows are on after 9pm. And then they are repeated over the weekend anyway. Except the ones that are one at 11pm; that’s a once off. And I can’t et enough of the interactive game channel. I find myself hopping to channel 145 and rooting for HATER when h/she gets a 6 letter words. I also urge them on to see the words I see and next thing I know I’m thumbing my cell phone and scoring big words in the nick of time. Dreading to see my bill at the end of the month. >_<

I just can’t get over The Style Network though! I can watch the Clean House crew ransack someone’s mementoes and sell them off at the cheapest price. I want to start a business just so that Peter Perfect can come and re-style it. I want a celebrity makeover!! Mind you, I had to wiki Kimora, cause I had no idea who the heck she is. At least I know of the Baby Phat label.

But my ultimate weakness is Dr 910210. I squeal and cringe and pull faces at the procedures, half of them I watch from between my fingers: ek gril my in ‘n hoek in. The transformations are incredible. And it’s no wander people are so sore afterward – have you seen how rough those surgeons work.

If Henk gets a gap he’ll cruise through National Geographic and Animal Planet and the Blitz sports channels. Poor thing is loosing out big time.