Showing posts from May, 2013

movie mahem and madness

So on Friday night Nic and I and a friend of the family decided to go and see Fast & Furious 6.  We were ready, clutching our Slush Puppy and popcorn and then .... after a long and annoying booking process (we bought snacks, then tickets), during which I had to use 4 different machines to do the booking (who says technology makes our lives faster) ... I find out there were only 2 seats available .... and seperate.  

So we decided on Iron Man 3 in 3D as the guys wanted to see it.  I was not that keen but based on the fact that it is getting rave reviews and my sussie loved it, we booked.  What a surprise!!! I LOVED EVERY MINUTE!! The 3D effects were incredible and I think I now need to find Iron Man 1 and 2 to see what happened previously. Yes there was the bit when the Iron Man ran and a flippen train came out of nowhere and hit him and all bits came rushing towards us in 3D and yes I got a huge fright and yes did swing my arm out and grab my son and yes it was a badly aimed grab a…

the suit. the battery. and the woman mechanics

So today I had one of those days which is just ridiculously perfect for a blog entry. 

My car won't start.  3rd time since Fri (when I had to be rescued by my BFF's hubby when I got stuck in Laudium after a soccer match my son played at the opposition's field, about 35kms from his school).  On Fri morning I got rescued by 3 men in the neighbourhood who left their houses and eventually "jumptowed" me when jumpstarting did not work.  #knightsinshiningarmour

Now Fri I waved the bus of the players off gaily after the match at 6pm and then all the moms who had watched and fetched their boys drove off and we jumped in car,turned key and crrrrrrrrr.  That is the noise my battery made.  It was getting dark, we were on a field quite far from the nearest road.  The only beacon of light was KFC down the road.  The groundsman could smell my fear and kindly offered to get out the tractor and jumpstart my car.  Aforementioned tractor tried gallantly but all my car gave in return…

what makes you smile

What makes your heart beat a little faster.  Makes a smile creep up to your mouth when you suddenly think of it.  Makes laughter resonate around your body.  What or who in your life?

Listening to a song of the radio tonight in the car, that one line "what makes your heart beat a little faster" had me thinking most of the way during my trip. 

More importantly I found myself wonder in this fast world do we ever stop long enough to think about it, or them.  Do we place enough importance on those people?  Or do we only realise once they walk away how much of a space they had filled in our lives?

Heart beat a little faster ....... sjoe my list would be pretty varied ...... makes a smile creep up to my mouth ...... ditto ..... 

lemme see .... 

Coffee (anyone surprised) ... hot, strong cappuccino (I am smiling right now) 
Frankie .... who rescues me regularly from all over ..... battery problem, tappet problem, oh damn I put my gearlock on at wrong angle problem ..... only guy lucky enou…

butterflies and weak knees

So, here comes that hormone thing.  No not mine, my son's.  Was I ready yet? No.  Am I having fun yet?  Sometimes.  Do I laugh in my head a lot (more than normal)?  Yes.  Do I bite my tongue a lot?  Probably not as much as I should.  Do I glare at young girls hanging around my son? Not anymore.

When boys get to High School it is not just about having to shave and a whole lot of other "stuff" but it also seems to herald the all consuming awareness of the other people in the world.  Those with skirts and boobs.  Heaven help me but when your son suddenly shoots up to just on 6 foot in height with feet about the same size, has a deep voice like the Godfather and you notice that you never seem to have his attention 100 %, then you know things they are a changing.  

I have noticed that the age of the boys on the soccer team is increasing in seemingly perfect proportion to the number of girls who now come and support the games.  And look .... credit where credit is due ...... the…

can't do an hour without coffee

Hello my name is Karin and I am a coffee-holic.  I have been a coffee-holic forever. See these fun facts:

If you like your espresso coffee sweet, you should use granulated sugar, which dissolves more quickly, rather than sugar cubes; white sugar rather than brown sugar or candy; and real sugar rather than sweeteners which alter the taste of the coffee.
"Cowboy coffee"? It was said they made their coffee by putting ground coffee into a clean sock and immersing it in cold water and heating over a campfire. When ready, they would pour the coffee into tin cups and drink it. 
It takes approximately 42 coffee beans to make an average serving of espresso.
Turkish bridegrooms were once required to make a promise during their wedding ceremonies to always provide their new wives with coffee. If they failed to do so, it was grounds for divorce! (Ouch!) I LOVE THIS ONE
Espresso has 1/3 of the caffeine of a regular cup of coffee.
In Greece and Turkey, it is the custom that the eldest is served …

a little bit of crazy. a little bit of fun.

It has been a helluva deurmekaar week so far.  First I left my interior light on in my car which means I had to get it jumpstarted to get to work (not the first time) ... usually leave the car headlights on because my car does not do that ping ping thing if you leave the lights on when you switch car off (annoying).  

Then Samsung confirms once and for all that they will not be covering, under the 1 year guarantee, my screen on my Samsung Siii which stopped working because I "cannot prove I did not drop it".  I tend not to drop something of that price that I paid cash for 6 months ago.  I did mention that they too "cannot prove that I dropped it" (I didn't) but that seemed to have made less than nothing of an impression on telephone person.  So that little repair came with a R2000.47 price tag (cheers Samsung in future).

Then I raced on Monday to pick kids up at school at 5pm, raced home in ridiculous traffic (took an hour to do 22kms) and then planned to dress i…

difference between dogs and cats

till next time
c'est la vie xxxx

a colourful issue

So racism at high school level is still alive and well and functioning at a local school in Pretoria ... perhaps at more than one still (sad) but we don't always play hockey against them. 

Last year we visited this school as we played against them in an Away game for our u17 team of girls.  From the moment our girls set foot out the bus the racial slurs against certain members of our team started..... okay let us not fiddle about ...... against black players in our team .... really?  .... seriously?  We are guests at your College and this is how you behave.  Not surprising though as the parents (classy, real classy pfft) were there and they were at the forefront of the loud racial slurs.  During the game the opposition seemed to misunderstand the concept of hitting the ball and not the player, resulting in several girls getting injured and one of the opposition girls shouting to her mom next to the field *translated* "Mom this ***** keeps hitting me" ..... she wasn't,…