c'est la vie

So we did the family draw in our house for the World Cup.  Simple system.  32 names in a bowl.  4 family members.  We draw in rotation.  8 countries each.   There are enough superb teams in the World Cup that the spread should be ok for all right?  No.  That is a fabulous theory.  Somehow the actual "draw the folded paper from the breakfast bowl" reality was somewhat different.  I held my breath each time I dipped my hand in ..... Would it be Germany?  Brazil?  Spain? (who I have supported year in and out for a loooong time now).  Would it be .... Would it be .......  In all my "would it be's" I never once mentioned the following teams: Honduras Nigeria Algeria Costa Rica Russia  Uruguay Cameroon  But somehow I managed to pull them out of the bowl.  For myself.  To support.  How wonderful.  How lucky.  How Blessed.  How flippen unlikely that I will win the ...

There is something particularly joyful about having a 15 year old son.  I mean besides the raging hormones, quick changes in mood, opinions, looks that would kill you etc etc.  I mean the laughter, the quick wit, the huge general knowledge, the gentleman behaviour, the joy of discovering who they are.  I have decided that on my best day I am no match for my boy.  He can outlast, outwit and outplay me 24/7.  I truly have to bring my A game all the time.  Monopoly is he and I's  thing.  And we are very competitive.  Auctioning off properties to each other, slamming up hotels so fast your head spins and seeing who can take it all within a preset time.  He is astute.  He ponders and he plays a very shrewd game.  He is going to be great with property.   Then there is Jenga he somehow manages to ensure that if I am the player after him, he sets it up that it is literally impossible to move after him without knocking it a...

Fine. You know the jokes that go around about when a woman says "I am fine", in response to a question from a man ..... that he should know that "fine" is sort of a code word for "get away from me before I hit you in the face". On the flip side, however, fine is also a suitable answer when you know it is the one people want to hear.  They get that glazed look in their eyes when asking how you are because when you say "fine" then they can carry on with their lives.  They don't have to take the conversation further.  Quite frankly, they don't have to care either. Last night a young girl rode into my hubby's car.  Since the car is insured he knew that despite the inconvenience of having to be without it while it will be in the repair shop, it will be repaired.  And her insurance company will have to cover the excess.  So in his mind it was sorted.  He was really nice to and gentle with the two girls.  She was only a couple of years ...

So. Who gets to decide what is normal in life? Someone laughed at something I did this week and told me ... "Seriously, you are not normal".  I think I am normal.   I eat icecream and Smooch through all 4 seasons I am that mom that when we lie watching TV on a weekend and my kids say "a McFlurry would be great now" at midnight, we get in the car and we go to the drive-thru ..... in our pyjamas You can NEVER drink too much cappuccino in a day There is no such thing as loving someone too much When you can love romantically or platonically, knowing their shortcomings and wrongdoings, that is a good thing I cannot possibly be the only person who once arrived at work and discovered that along with my pinstripe suit pants ..... I was still wearing my slippers On Monday I called someone "Sir", only to find out later that it was actually a woman My son dared me to get out of the car at a robot in CR Swart Drive last month... and dance.  I did.  He...

Most important ....  It's not having everything go right,  it's facing whatever goes wrong. It's not being without fear, it's having the determination to go on in spite of it.  It's not where you stand, but the direction you are going in. It's more than never having bad moments, it's knowing that you are always bigger than the moment. It's believing you have already been given everything you need to handle life.  It's not being able to rid the world of all its injustices, it's being able to rise above them. It's the belief in your heart  that there will always be more good than bad in the world.  Remember to live just this one day and not add tomorrow's troubles  to today's load. Remember that every day ends  and brings a new tomorrow full of exciting new things. Love what you do, do the best you can, and always remember how much you are loved  Vickie M Worsham 

So in a few hours the voting stations open and a tsunami of South Africans will vote.   All races, all income groups, all types of supporters ... Each voting for their own reasons for the party of their choice. But can I ask .... If you hate the waste of your tax money on the Nkandla travesty, if you ardently refuse to pay eTolls, if you were horrified at GuptaGate and the Guptas' relationship with certain Government Ministers, if you are sick and tired of the blatant corruption and overspending, the scandalous increases Eskom is imposing, the biased tenders, the appalling police commissioners, the Marikana coverup and a long list of other reasons why our country is a shadow ..... Then think about where you draw your cross. And if you vote for those causing this, do not stand near me at a braai and bitch about eTolls .....pay, because you obviously are ok with it. c'est la vie Xxxx