12 Married years…

Cliff and I celebrated our twelfth wedding anniversary this year.  To mark the occasion we went to see the Parlotones Orchestrated show at Montecasino and oh my word, it was FANTASTIC!


I’ve always loved the Parlotones but Kahn has this amazingly natural energy when performing live and honestly the orchestral element to the show really blew it out of the water.

I had so much fun taking in the incredible lighting (having worked in a theatre in a competing casino highlighted my interest in stuff like set design and how technical lighting is) and singing along to all the tunes that I normally sing in the car whilst stuck in traffic.


I loved how the music director was SO INTO his job for the night and when they did their rendition of “Lisa se Klavier” well I got goosebumps!  We even got to meet Lira after the show when we went for cocktails.  Now she annoys me on The Voice SA but what a sweet woman.


I’ve learned that even after twelve years of marriage I still have the best fun with this man that was chosen for me.  When we get the chance to just be us and let our hair down, he is still the one I wish to laugh, sing and be silly with.

Thank you my love for TWELVE wonderful (and challenging) years.


Happiness is… a Bunk Bed

Kade has been bugging us for a bunk bed FOREVER!

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One of his friends got one about a year and a half a go and every time we would go over for a playdate ALL I would hear about was how cool Morgie’s bed is and “Morgie has a bunk bed”, “I had so much fun on Morgie’s bunk bed” and then would come the whining and pleading for a bunk bed of his own.

Look, I don’t blame the kid!  When I was little ALL I WANTED was a bunk bed.

We’ve been doing our research on bunk beds but holy moly guys, I am not sure if bunk beds these days are made of pure gold but gees louise they are EXPENSIVE!!!  Then you’ve got the added expense of the mattresses and new bedding.  It wasn’t looking so positive for our boy child to get his wish and I was bracing myself for another year of bunk bed whingeing…

Then an unexpected bonus payment happened and we did some more research found a reasonably priced (but well made) option and we bit the bullet and ordered the bed for Kade.  We told him it was his birthday present and that he would get it a bit early and then everyday since we’ve been asked “is it bunk bed day yet?”

Yesterday was bunk bed day!

He is SO chuffed with it.  He insisted on sleeping on the top bunk last night (my shattered nerves!) and even wanted Gemma to sleep on the bottom bunk. (she did not, she slept in her cot but we will soon transition her to his old “big bed” *sob*)

He is in love with his new (very cool) bedding and I am so happy that he’s happy.

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There really is nothing quite like that joy you get when you are able to make your kids day.

Jonesing for a trip to Times Square?

Ever since I can remember there have been two places on my bucket list to visit before I die.  One is Russia (which I fell in love with after watching Doctor Zhivago in my early teens)  and the other is The Big Apple!

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Growing up I was captivated by images of the Empire State building, the statue of Liberty, Times Square and of course Central Park.  We moved a lot owing to a father in the military but I mostly grew up in little dorpies and I longed to know what it felt like to live in a city.  A place that was noisy and busy and that never slept.

Then I hit my twenties and “Sex in the City” entered my realm.



My lust for New York City exploded!  I was working out in the bush at a game lodge and the girls and I used to meet in one of our staff lodges weekly to get our fix of the show and the city that captivated us.  Sitting on those couches stuffing our faces with ice cream and Oreo’s we would dream of having a brown stone like Carrie’s or giggle about being as bold as Samantha when it came to our sexuality!

If like me, going to New York has always been on your list of things to do in this life, but it seems like it’s a little out of reach (hello rand dollar exchange!) I have some excellent news for you… Oreo is giving 3 families the chance to win a once in a lifetime trip to New York!  You will explore all the the iconic landmarks (lucky fishes!), the parks, historic hoods and get to visit the birthplace of OREO – the OREO Factory!

It couldn’t be easier to enter…

Grab your (176g or 429g) box of OREO from your nearest store, text the last 5 digits of the barcode to 40185 or (armed with the self same barcode) enter online HERE

While you enter I will sit quietly and sneakily eat all the Oreo goodness that I got at the #jozimeetup and continue with my dreams of fulling this bucket list trip for myself one day!


I said what???

I used to fantasize about how amazing motherhood would be.  And it is amazing.  Literally everyday something happens with my kids that amazes me.

What I hadn’t expected was some of the things I would catch myself saying to those amazing creatures…

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“Do not put your finger up the dogs bum!”

“No you cannot touch your own poo!”

“Do not eat the hadeda poo!”

“Stop putting stickers up your nose… and not in your ears either!”

“Stop drinking out of the dogs water bowl”

“Do not wee on your sister’s head!”

“Please do not fart in my face!”

“Don’t wipe that poo on your wall!!!”

Strangely enough you will notice that so many of the things I never thought I would have to say to my kids relate to their bodily functions…  Motherhood… totally glamorous hey?  That said I probably wouldn’t change a thing.  Probably… uuuuum, maybe just the finger in the dogs butt?

What is the weirdest thing you’ve had to say to your kid/s?

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You would never guess it, but sometimes my kids can be REAL little assholes!


I love the way that they interact with each other (most of the time) but more often than not I feel like I am a referee in a wrestling match and lately all I feel like I am doing is SHOUTING, SCREAMING and throwing some epic adult type tantrums to get them to listen and calm the fudge down…

Seriously, they are driving me absolutely bonkers.  Kade will want to draw.  Gemma will be happily playing with something else but lo and behold she see’s him drawing and she will want that exact crayon/khoki he is using.  She will try and grab it from him, he will scream “noooooooo Gemma” she will start screaming (girls for the record have their own decibel level, God almighty, it can be positively ear bursting the levels she reaches), he’s screaming while clutching said drawing apparatus, she pinches/scratches/smacks to get her way, he starts crying and I am left pulling what little hair I have left out because they are making so much noise I cannot sort it out without screaming like a fishwife raising my voice.

Rinse, repeat.   Over and over and over.


PLEASE tell me I am not the only one who feels like ALL I do lately is scream my head off at my kids???

PLEASE tell me that it gets better??? And if it doesn’t get better send wine, LOADS of it because I truly think it is the only thing that will get me through this halfway sane…

Run Samantha Run!

My Timehop lately is filled to the brim with memories that are making me feel like a serious running failure of late.

Last year this time, I was well fit, I was running consistently, and even if I have to say so myself, really well.  I was consistently shaving minutes off my 21km times and each race that I ran saw me hitting a new PB.

This year….ummmmm. Not so much.

It all started going downhill when I started training for Knysna last year.  I was pushing hard to improve my times and mostly due to weak glutes my knee’s started to get sore when I ran.  5km, 10km, 21lm – my knee’s ached and it hurt to climb stairs after a good run.  I saw a bio who worked with me to get me through Knysna relatively pain-free, and then my running took a dive.

I managed to get through the Soweto half (which was supposed to be my first marathon but due to my knee’s and consistent and niggling illness was not) but honestly since them I’ve got into the running doldrums.

What makes me even madder at myself is that I was and still am to a level eating so badly but had mistakenly thought that my running (not realising my lack thereof) would keep me at my ideal weight.

I’ve gained 8.5kgs.  I am so disappointed in myself.  I’m disgusted that I’ve done what I promised I wouldn’t do.  I am terrified of getting back into that old mindframe where food and drink are my solace and not healthy living.

I’ve finally dragged myself back onto the road two days ago.  I need to keep myself running and have to pull back on my eating and wine drinking.

I hope I can do it.  It sounds so simple – just go for a run Samantha!  But the time!  My kids have been sick and I’ve been exhausted from being up with them (since January guys! it’s been going on since January). My kit is put out in my bathroom for early morning runs every night and each morning when my alarm goes off I just cannot drag myself out of that bed.

What I do realise is that I miss my running.  BADLY.  I NEED to run to deal with my stress.  I need to run to help myself maintain a healthy body and body image.

Now I just have to RUN!

TWO! (24 months)

My Darling Gemma Grace, or should I say my darling Hurricane Gemma?

Today you are TWO!


24 whole months have passed since you joined this little family of ours and all I can say is “what a ride!”  You are honestly one of the most determined, passionate, stubborn, willful, crazy, busy but delightful little people I have ever known.


We call you Hurricane Gemma because you never stop moving, and you often leave behind you a trail of “destruction” (toys, towels, shoes, my underwear)  You name it you are into it.  You are OBSESSED with cream/lotions of any sort.  You have got stuck into the sudocrem more times that I can count.  You have emptied my very expensive wrinkle cream and kindly rubbed it into our Saffy dog (she looks quite youthful thank you for that) and you can often be heard saying “ipice ipice” (a jar of vaseline you use for your lips) followed by a determined “I do it!”


You also love drawing.  On yourself.  With khoki’s. We literally have to hide the khoki’s cos if you find them the FIRST thing you do is write/draw all over yourself.  I am both impressed and horrified with your artistic bent!

In this past year you have found your voice and you make no bones about using it.  Whether its to tell us what you want and how you want it or to SCREAM at your brother for daring to touch something you have your eye on, or to moan at the dogs who try and steal your food (it is at their exact mouth height), or to SCREAM in joy when you’re being chased by Kade around the house, boy do we know you are part of the family.


You are a funny, engaging little girl with a wonderfully delightful chuckle that I honestly can’t get enough of.


You’ve gone through a stage of hating the water.  From being a huge water baby it’s taken us some time to get you comfortable enough to get back into the pool with us.

You have become a real Daddy’s girl yet you still like to choose Mommy when we are both around.


Yes my little hurricane I can certainly attest to the fact that you are the cause of pretty much 98% of the grey hairs on my head, and yet just like when the eye of a hurricane passes over and there is a stillness before the storm rages again, you will sit quietly on my lap, fling your arms around me and ask gently “ickle back mommy?” You LOVE having your back tickled!


You hate wearing clothes and your nappy and yet you are not ready to allow us to help you potty train.  You love wearing panties BUT over your tights or shorts not under them.

You are going to have a little operation on your eye this year and it worries me but I do know that it is what is best for you in the long term.  You also start school this year once you’ve healed from your surgery.  I cannot wait to see how you blossom once you hit school and make some friends and rule the roost in your PINK class.


I never thought of myself as a girl mom my baby girl, but I know without a shadow off a doubt that my life would not be complete without you in it. I love you endlessly.


Happy 2nd birthday my little hurricane!