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This is what happens when you neglect your 101 list. You miss a Goal Achieved.

Lili’s 2nd birthday was end of August and I didn’t bake her a cake. Nope. I baked 2 cakes. And make a plethora of goodie bags of nyummy treats for the kids and some adults.

For pics of all the cavity-induced-sweetness click here.

I tried making a marble cake – but I think my batter was a bit too stiff. Instead of pretty pink marble, there was a pink chunk in the middle. I put 100’s and 1000’s in the butter sponge batter,;all the more colourful you see.

I love printable icing sugar (also used it with her First birthday) so I designed the pic to go onto the cake. I went with rainbows and Butterflies. She calls them ‘Lapper‘ as in skoenlapper. She knew that it was her birtday cake, although I’m still not sure she knows what a birthday is 😉 . She calls cupcakes Party Koekies.

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Yes, I’m a fan. But not a fanatic fan – I had to google Harry’s birthday ok. I KNEW it was July 1980, just not the actual date. Why did I google it? Cause Part two of HP and the Deathly Hollows premiers 15 July 2010 – would have been a great stunt to have it premier on the 31st though.

I also haven’t been to any midnight book sales or movie viewing. I almost punched a kid next to me who was texting during Goblet of Fire (it had been showing for a week already) – his PARENTS glared at me though. I chucked my jelly beans (with edible flavours spanningthe fruit and berries spectrum, yes please) at them afterward. And since moving to the platteland I’ve ordered my books and supplementary reads via Kalahari.net.

I started reading HP after Prisoner of Azkaban the movie came out. The movie confused me, I thought there was probably more to the story and set out getting hold of the first 3 books. I try and not judge a book by its movie. My mom also started reading them after a while; we got Half Blood Prince at around the same time. I remember us texting to and fro at the end. How we couldn’t believe the betrayal; and the audacity of Rowling for killing such an integral character. And subsequent texts after reading DH – had us a lot of ‘Ahaa, THAT’s why it happened’ moments.

Right, so I checked YouTube for the official trailer (cause I haven’t seen it on TV yet. It’s my fault that I haven’t seen it yet cause I tend to watch channels where HP trailers won’t increase ratings)

Behold the official trailer!

And a second official trailer!

I have a course in Cape Town end of the month. I will watch it then – probably the latest show available, so texting tweens won’t distract me and I won’t get a warning for pouring butterbear pepsi over them.

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I have this pet peeve. Lately I’ve become more accommodating… to an extent. Garbage truck not coming today? Fine, maybe next week. You want to loudly and adamantly proclaim your belief that WCW is real? I’ll step out of the ring and let you have the floor. You want to argue about the mind-boggling properties of water? I’ll give you something to think about. You can wear a hat in my car, insult the colour of my wall, ignore my sms, even put sugar in my coffee… but don’t, please, for the love of Pete, put an ‘e’ in my name.

I don’t mind if that’s how you saved it on your personal phone, cause hopefully I wan’t see it. But if I emailed you from tracy@myemail.zef, and I have a signature at the bottom with my name in bold and a size bigger than the rest of the text and you STILL get it wrong?! – Here’s your sign.

So how do you handle an alternate spelling of a name? Copy/paste the person’s name from their email : Dear [scroll down, click drag, ctrl-c, scroll up, click, ctrl-v].

So that’s it. The thing that bugs me the most, and most often, is the extra silent vowel some cretins insist in shoving in my handle.

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Categorically and unequivocally I can answer that as: “… my Soul mate”, and any derivative thereof. I want to bash my head against the wall when I read that. I want to Xerox my eyeballs to burn away the text. I want to huddle up in a little ball and weep for the poor sod who wrote that. (Did I use enough cliché to describe my pet hate?)

Seriously you know, I get it. I get that the person you are describing is special, and I trust that you love him/her. But it has been used and misused so much that (to me) it has lost that little bit of divine innocence. Think about the actual meaning of Soul Mate. In a time before you became flesh-and-bone human you were just a soul in the ethos. But you had a friend, a maatjie. And this friendship was probably more of a partnership of truth and beauty because all of the humanity surrounding earthly relationships was absent. And now, against all odds of time and space and 6 billion people, you managed to find YOUR soul mate: same age as you, same town as you, heck online at the same time as you if you will, and as it works out you get to belong to each other now… on earth… souls inhabiting bodies. It can be beautiful, and it probably is. But it’s been tarnished. Its gone mainstream and every love struck romance novel, movie and twitter feed is spewing Soul Mate. It became cliché.

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Impersonating a zombie this week. Too many late nights. And too many deadlines at work. And somehow I missed the overtime submission deadline.

So technically I’m making some more goodies for market day on Saturday. Happy NaBloPoMo!

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Then this post would be funnier.

Trying to get Lili to carry her own backpack. The pack can’t be THAT heavy. She’s 2 and we’re potty training.  So in the bag are 5 shorts, 2 T-shirts, jeans, long top and a plethora of tiny panties. (Aren’t they the cutest! Not in a shifty kind of way, but in a aww so tiny with frilly elastic kind of way).

Peer pressure usually works to get her to do something… doesn’t work so lekker when she’s the only toddler in the room though. But I coax and cheer and dance when she DOES carry it.

Which brings us to this morning. Got her to carry the backpack, but I wasn’t ready to leave for daycare and work yet. So she’s tagging behind me and commenting on the shortage of catfood, when she starts whining. You know that sound. Meeuuuh. And she drops the pack. Heavy Mommy. You carry it.

But then she skips over to the counter where I keep my handbag. Will carry mom yellow bag. She pulls at the handle to get it off the counter *whomp* onto the floor. Man-handles it into her arms and waddles over to me. Here mommy, you carry too. Also heavy.

I had to stop her from pulling my extras bag off as well; that one might concuss her.

Think I’ll stick to her carrying the bread.

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I nearly missed the very first day of NaBloPoMo. Ok, so I DID miss it, entirely. It wasn’t my intention. I had this nice welcoming post planned… and now have to change it to an apology.

You know, strike that. I’m turning it into a Plinky prompt: What is the best compliment you’ve gotten recently:

I got one this morning while shopping at Walton’s stationary. The guy from Telkom. I didn’t even notice it was a compliment until I saw his seven dwarf imitation of Bashful. I was touched. I had the glowing moodlet and everything.

I was a wee bit early (they only open at 8:30), but they let me in anyway. I needed a stapler, staples, small dot labels and some pens.  I was waiting at the counter to pay. A Telkom technician was trying to explain to the ladies how to reset their phone. That’s when one of the women sees me, or at least my cerise pink top. ”What a pretty top, and look it has cute little flowers on the shoulder.” She turns away and the guy says to me “Tell her it’s only pretty ladies who can wear a pretty top like that”. I blurted out a reflex reply that I will tell her, when I realized what he meant.

I left the shop all smiles; it made my day.

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