and Mr G said...

it's nice to hear you smile

mwah you.

If Grandpa were a dog...

Yeah, i know it's a bit of a bizarre title, but think about it. What if we treated our elderly like we treat our pets?

• Oops, Grandpa can't control his bladder so well, he simply can't live inside anymore.
• Oh no, we can't possibly cope with such a senile old fart, he's going to have to go live with another family. If no one takes him, we'll just leave him on the side of the road.
• Oh dear, we're moving overseas. Well Grandpa, we're just going to have to send you to the old folks re-distribution centre and see if anyone wants to take you in. We, of course, will never think of you again.
• Well, it seems Grandpa has gone deaf/blind/smells funny. We'll have to have him put down. Bye Bye Grandpa!
  

RIP Paul

We rallyists seem to think we're invincable, so when one of our own is taken by the sport, shock reverberates around our small community. Yesterday, for the first time since 1974 in South Africa, rallying claimed a life.

Rest in Peace Paul Pfeiffer, you will be sadly missed by all in SA Rallying.

To his navigator, Cindi Harding, I wish you a speedy recovery.

For the other PPP mama

I know you're taking a break from the blogging world at the mo, but just wanted to remind you that the offer still stands. anytime. i'm here for whatever you need. except washing dishes and doing laundry.

love you madly
xxx

New Favorite Website

Hayibo.com <-- clickee clickee!

On Parenting

I used to be one of those people that looked at people with children with scorn and made loud, rude remarks when kids misbehaved in shopping centres. I was the one that asked waiters to throw the monkeys out when parents couldn't keep their kids under control in restaurants. Most of all, i swore i would never breed. EVER.

Then i did. While Shae was still baking, I had all the intentions of raising the perfect child. Organic, home cooked baby food, breast feeding til Shae was 2, no dummies, no tv, no computer, educational motzart cd's and toys to increase her IQ in exact proportion to the decreasing of my bank balance.

Fast Forward to almost 2 years post spawning...

Well. All that went out the window. i HATED breast feeding. Hated every second of it. It pissed me off and depressed me that some woman just got it right and loved it, cooing and bonding with their lil bundles of joy, while Shae and i found every fckn feed a struggle. It lasted 5 months and i do not regret putting her on formula for one second. all of a sudden we're both more relaxed and the bonding can begin.

Home cooked baby food? Haha. Shae tried my lovingly prepared butternut mash once and refused to eat it ever again. to this day she won't eat butternut. So purity it was. and to my shock and horror and against everything i'd been told, the evil, evil pre-prepared food had NO ill effects at all! To be quite honest, seeing food not made by you spat out onto the floor is also a lot less painless than seeing food you spent ages preparing regected.

As for the dummy, hells bells, i look after her all day and then work nights, sometimes hectic long hours. if giving her a dummy when she goes to sleep means that we both sleep better and can get through a day with the minimum tears and sleep deprived tantrums, so be it. screw anyone who wants to take this small piece of comfort away from Shae. it's a rough world out there, give her (and me) a break!!

As for no TV, listen buddy, i know that it's not healthy for any child to spend hours in front of the tv, but if sitting her down to watch the Tigger Movie means i can get the dishes washed and have a shower, then that's how it's gonna work around here!

And the one thing i've heard my fair share of in the last 2 or so years is bullshit. complete and utter bullshit. From being asked if i'd had (OMG GROSS!) breastmilk running down my legs, to being told that pink food colouring has given my child a "touch of ADD", i think i've heard it all. well, at least it's kept me amused.

So next up is toilet training. looking forward to the next round of bullshit and old wives tales that go with that!!

My Interim Government

So while the political situation in SA is running to shit, i decided to have some fun and create my own cabinet:

President: Me. Of course.

Vice Presidents: Cath and Token Nick

Ministers of Ass Kicking: Christa and Tanya

Minister of Environmental Affairs: Super Anen.

Ministers of Arts: Dawn and Tina

Ministers of Transport: Justin, Dono, Dale and Zane

Ministers of Safety and Security: the Thomson Brothers

Minister of "holy shit, who let you out of the house like that?!?" and Personal Stylist to the Prez: Callum

Minister of Finances: My mom. Even my dad is too scared to ask her for money!!

Ministers of Foregin Affairs: Mickey and Brett M (although between them, i have the feeling they'd declare war on every where except england, france and the scandanavian block!)

Ministers of other important stuff who deserve to be cabinet members but i can't think of specific jobs for them: Garett, Tarryn, Young Nick, Fiona and Stephanie.

So. Who's voting for me? :-D