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Dear Cameron, on our new home

Dear Cameron

I know you’re very resistant to change and that you absolutely abhor the idea of a new home but, the time has come for you and I to start afresh and anew.

In your fourth year, we move to a new, divine little home. It is soon, my love, and I know that you and I will make it the home we both have with each other already. Trust mommy on this one, you will love it. No more crazy stairs to climb, no more funny lifts. A little garden in which to put your pool and  lovely wooden floors for us to walk upon.

It is quiet so, we’ll have to shout STUPID out the window less at people who make noise and the kitchen has really good baking space. We have a new oven for baker baker and my sweet girl, I know we can and will be happy there.

Noone is sadder than me to say goodbye to a home where I made myself a home for the first time in my life, on my own. The spirits and memories abound as I type this and the kettle boils itself again. Don’t worry, the kettle’s coming too.

It’s closer to the shops and to a park where we can walk and play. You love that little park, every day that we drive by it.

It’s away from the memories I don’t want to have anymore. That I don’t need and that you don’t need at all.

Yes, there is a second bedroom for you to play and pimp out as you wish. My darling child, you’ll see.

it was not force that led me to this new home, but serendipity indeed. Just as every day, we are charmed by fate, so that continues just the same.

I love you and I cannot wait to begin a new day in our new home.

Love

Your Mama.

so, let’s talk, blog.

so, let’s talk, blog.

I’m spending this evening musing over my kid’s birthday party pictures. am awed at how she is growing, and has grown.

last night i saw will and his new abode and toby asleep on the bed. heather nova and singing the parlotones out loud.and laughing, laughing, laughing at ourselves as we tire by 11pm and think “ten years ago, we were just raring up to go out”. im so proud of will. so much change, so quickly, and yet so firmly in control he is.

then to bed to snuggle and be warm with my person.

then sunshine and breakfast and carwashes and paper reading and snuggles and happy. smiling. happy.

then clearing of inbox and pizza making and cuddles with cameron who proclaims “i am not a baby. i dont need these things anymore”. i am so proud of her.

“i missed you lots mommy”

i missed you too cameron macaroni, asleep as you are now, in your moo cow pyjamas.

and as i sit here about to bid adieu to a wonderful day, i muse and smile and well, literally, i has a happee.

why on earth did we not live together since birth?

you know why. i come home from work a raving loony, a little freaked out and retarded but, in a good way.

you just get it. i don’t have to explain, i don’t have to make excuses or explanations or anything. you just know, accept and make me laugh.

i heart you like garfield hearts lasagne. and trust me on this score, the hat likes you back. X

thank you.

a sick bag note for larcy

subtitled: in sections.
playing: crowded house – the best of
track: weather with you.

Dear Larcy,

I thought it time to write. I won’t go round and round the bag but stick to straight lines and attempt to not knock myself out unintentionally with a giant bag of peas.

How are You?

are you living at 57 Mount Pleasant Street yet? 😉 hehe4.
are you warm? fed? free of criminal record? (aside from that one time you were caught stalking youknowwhomorgan)
have you spoken to your supermom and dad?
did you know that i miss you? like a fat kid misses cake when sent to a fatfarm? good. you know now.
have you got a job yet? (specs: free access to skype, fb and perezhilton. i have no other requirements, aside from the no loud chewing addendum on my job rider, thank you mr prospective employer)
tell me all the things you would change… about londontown. hehe4.

Me:

i’m going nowhere on the mantelpiece. i’m totally stoked with this. truth is, i’m singing like a bird released.
we’ve had some hairy moments where i wantedslashneededslashprayedfor you on skype. but, as always, we’re swinging swooning fine.
sheena is awesome to live with. she made me tea this morning when i woke up late.
the berg was beautiful. i know now that someone else we know is a big fan of the nougat. (yes, add that to the pile).
it was truly 1996, i should have worn a blanket shirt. i shit you not.
i walked a lot. it was good. i got a little sunburnt and a smile that’s getting me by in a very good way indeed.
“it feels like nothing matters in our private universe”
i’m sorry we didn’t see each other again. i think it’s better that way. this way, it’s not goodbye, it’s only goodnight. it is only goodnight, larcy. i promise you that.

The person your mom calls the special child and with whom I agree:

is going to the toilet on her own now! totally.
is smiling. she’s so beautiful i could cry. gonna have to cut the fringe again soon.
she went to the animal farm on the weekend with her dad and school. she loved it.
The other night she saw a plane and said “mommy is that lala and cwaig?”

The house:

Narcolespy couch claimed another victim on sunday. Waha.
The kettle’s boiled, feathers have ahoooyed everywhere, and sheena is a-okay with this. We always knew my life would be beyond normal, right? Wish you’d met her. You’d die. waha.
We made potato and butternut bake. and i made an awesome pasta. legendary. i’d send you a food parcel if i knew it would get there before the Fedex dudes ate it.
We drove past your house the other night and I got a little emo. Luckily for me, I had good distraction after looking at the lights.

Fly free my lil chicken. You have good wings.

“God bless you in your travels, your conquests and queries”

X

SA Rocks.

A crosspost from SA Rocks, written by none other than missy Gatesface, Sheena.

frig. hyperlink won’t work (thanks sweets). originally on SA Rocks and c-ped here:

I was leaving for Australia. I had my bags packed, my tickets ready and my family there waiting for me. Then one morning I woke up and thought ‘what the hell am I doing?’. I love Africa. I love my country and its people. There are things in this place that only we could ever understand, such as:

The Vern. Vernon Koekemoer. A phenomenon only available to understanding by Saffers. Shopping for birthdays at the robots. Anything from undies to umbrellas or coat hangers are available at a street vendor near you! Places called ‘Moedersfontein’ and ‘Jakobsdaan’. What beauties. Men wear platform shoes down in Bloem and have shirts shinier than any other girl I know. We are the one nation where Mullet hairdo’s are accepted as the norm, and having buck-teeth can like to be okay.

Our people have learned the art of over-coming. Mug us at the beach? its okay, next time we go back we won’t carry anything with us. Rape us in the home? Its okay, because every single girl I know has a can of Mase and/or a baseball bat nearby the bed. Presidents to be sing Umshiniwam, and its okay – because we make fun of it and post pictures all over facebook. We’ve learned the art of rising above, and keeping our sense of humour.

Our nation may be young, stubborn and maybe even a little bit slower than the rest, but you know what? We’re stronger. We’re funnier. We’re going places and we stick together. Our country is more beautiful than most, and our people the most welcoming and hospitable. Aside from the minority of criminals, we have more spirit and oomph than any other.

I love South Africa, and I’m so excited to start over in a new part of it. Here’s to being a Saffa!

quotes from this weekend

kim: “so his hobby is…”

SuperM: “are you into horses?”

Sheena: “i’m gay” (she was joking, lurkers)

Me: “at least my applicator does not roll away from me” (okay, okay this one’s from today but, hey, it was about the weekend)

Janet: “bribe car”

.all of which, for reasons i cannot explain without pictures and diagrams, mean nothing unless you are me. and im just writing these down for me.

but each of the people reading them know how much they made me laugh, because they were indicative of so much.

this weekend quite simply, rocked. there was a large percentage of time spent slacking and smiling.

seeing janet again, as beautiful as i know she has always been, but truly living it.

sitting at a table of women and for once in my life, not feeling like a complete freak. and, having a few things, yet again, affirmed by unexpected corner dwellers.

seeing seh in shock. knowing that she deserves all the adoration and so much more.

having a ‘domestic intrusion’ of epic proportions. including chinese food and bad humour and rack shots (ashleigh’s not mine, for a change. on that note, where are those photos, mmmmm? )

the will ‘n waz ‘help me get ready you bunch of homos’ routine.

you. for all that you are and are not.

knowing that sometimes, on a sunny saturday, life can be just awesome. just as it is.

i know it all comes down to ebb, flow, hold on and release.

being reminded that, even in my ‘no, really, take me as i am’ state, that i’m just super.

i cannot wait to tell you, one day, my not-so-little-anymore girl, how wonderful it was to hug you again on sunday, and have you say, “i has got a present for you. it’s my love”.

(on that note, if anyone can tell me when my child started learning lolcat, please let me know, thanks. wah)