8 @ 8 on 8

Shaz tagged me, I saw this one on Chicklet’s blog as well and think it’s kinda a cool one so here goes!

To do list (i.e. “the rules”):
1. Mention the person who tagged me.

2. Complete the list of 8’s.

3. Tag 8 bloggers & tell them I tagged them.

Eight things I am looking forward to:

1.Going home tonight. 

2. Seeing my Dad this weekend – he’s visiting for 3 weeks 🙂 

3. Getting the damn results of our HLA studies so we can get cracking on a POA 

4. The glass of red wine that’s waiting for me at home right now… 

5. My birthday!  I love my birthday 🙂 

6. Getting rid of the darn fever blister that’s made a home of my bottom lip 

7. Being off the entire weekend – no work for once – yay! 

8. Being pregnant one day soon…

Eight things I did yesterday:

1. Read blogs and commented on them

2. Completed a mosiac frame for my friends daughter – very cool if I have to say so myself 😉

3. Made a poo (ok two)

4. Kissed my husband and got shivers 

5. Ate bean soup with warm bread and melted butter 

6. Read my book – nearly finished – It’s called “Blood Sisters” if anyone is interested 

7. Let my labrador sleep on the couch while I sat on the floor

8. Told the internet about my new wedding ring bling 

Eight things I wish I could do:

1. Sing!  Like a professional, all I can do is croak along to the tune. 

2. Go on a world tour and not worry about the cost. 

3. Get pregnant.

4. Learn that sometimes it’s best to just shut your mouth. 

5. Get motivated enough to get back into my running. 

6. Be a better friend to those who need me. 

7. Pray more.

8. Be more gentle with myself.

Eight shows I watch:

1. Grey’s Anatomy

2. Big Love

3. Gary Unmarried

4. Two & a Half Men

5. Kimora – Life in the Fab lane (I know, don’t judge me!) 

6. The Mentalist

7. Project Runway 

8. Nip Tuck (back tonight local lasses)

Eight favorite fruits:

1. Grapes

2. Banana’s

3. Naartjies

4. Kiwi’s 

5. Paw Paw’s

6. Watermelons

7. Plums

8. Gooseberries

Eight places I’d like to travel:

1. Russia – really want to do Siberia in Winter!

2. Thailand

3. Morocco

4. Egypt – I worked there for 9 months and really want to go back with Cliff

5. Caribbean

6. India

7. Tibet

8. Ireland

Eight places I’ve lived:

1. Zimbabwe

2. Swakopmund, Namibia (when it was still called South West Africa)

3. Walvis Bay, Namibia

4. Omururu, Namibia

5. Eshowe, KZN, SA

6. Taba Heights, Egypt

7. Sharm El Sheik, Egypt

8. Johannesburg, SA

Eight people I’ve tagged:

Pretty much everone I would have tagged has already been tagged, so if you’re reading this one and have not done it already – get going!  And leave me a comment here with the link so I can read along 🙂

New Ring!

I’m SO excited!!!  When we got married 5 years ago we could not afford to have the wedding band made that I wanted, so I settled for a plain band with eensy diamonds set in it all the way around the band.  I truly love my wedding band, but when we went to Namibia for a holiday a while back we got an amazing deal on some diamonds at  the airport.

These diamonds have been sitting in our safe for a loooonng time (cos you know we’ve been spending all our extra cash on treatments) and last Saturday I took them to a local jeweller who is making me a new wedding band with these diamonds set in the way I wanted my original band to look.  I’m not giving up on my band that I got married with, but now am going to have two wonderfully sentimental rings to wear.

I get my new ring on Saturday morning!  SO SO SO excited 🙂

Crafty Lasses

As you all know I do ceramic painting, and I’ve always wanted to learn how to do mosiacs, so when a friend and I found a studio that did mosiac courses I called together my mates and said “Come on girls, lets do it”

We headed off yesterday morning for a morning workshop and learned how to make mosiac photo frames.  There were the three of us, me, Tam and Shaz and boy did we have fun!

This is what we got up to, and I have to say I’m hooked, I have plans for a few more pieces for our home…

Tam mosiac action 2

Sam Mosiacs Action

Tams frame

Shaz's mociac

Sam's frame flipped

We rocked!!

Sam Peace Mosiacs

Skin Snip

In an effort to save some moola for our next treatment I decided that there was one little luxury that I could get away with cutting out of the budget every 8 weeks or so.  The brazilian wax money! Ok, so granted it is not a lot of money to save but every little bit helps right and a close friend of mine shared her secret tip of how to keep your lady bits looking snazzy without having to rip your hairs out by the roots and for no major cost.  Like Bonus!!

Her style secret was to use my husbands hair clipper/shaver (with no attachment on it) to pretty up the old vag.  And it’s a great one, except, well except that I was a bit lax in my,  shall we call it upkeep? and needed to give myself a little trim in order to use the shaver thing to it’s full advantage.  So last night before bed, out came my hair sissors and I started to give myself a hairdo.  All was going well and things were looking good *eyebrow waggle* until I winced and saw red!!!!  I inadvertendly gave my skin a bit of a snip and it was bloody (hehe, good pun…) sore!

Now I’m walking like I got a carrot up my bum… So if you see me anytime soon – ask no questions and I’ll tell no lies…

A Whale Tale

A male and female whale were swimming off the coast of Japan when they noticed a whaling ship.  The male whale recognized it as the same ship that had harpooned with father many years earlier.  He said to the female whale “Lets both swim under the ship and blow out of our air holes at the same time and it should cause the ship to turn over rand sink.”

The tried it and sure enough, the ship turned over and quickly sank.  Soon, however, the whales realised that the sailors had jumped overboard and were swiming to the safety of the shore.  The male was enraged that they were going to get a way and told the female “Lets swim after them and gobble them up before they reach the shore.”

At this point, he realised the female  was becoming reluctant to follow him. 

“Look,” she said, “I went along with the blow job, but I absolutely refuse to swallow the seamen.”

I know him so well…

The scene:  Sitting on the couch watching Greys, glass of wine in hand.

The players:  Him and Her with the Jack Russel wedged between them.

*Scene fades in *

Him:       I see you bought us a peanut brittle.

Her:        No, I bought me a peanut brittle.

Him:      Oh.

*Ad break comes on and he looks over at her with doe eyes.  (Cue forward about 4 ad breaks with same actions mentioned here)*

Her:        Why do you keep looking at me like that?

Him:       I’m looking at you admiratilty…. admir….. adm…. or whatever the word is….

Her:        Admirably?

Him:       Uh huh….

Her:       [With eyebrow cocked jauntily at him]  Are you sure it’s not cos you’re wanting me to open the peanut brittle and share it with you??

Him:     [Stunned look on face]  Is it *that* obvious???

Her:      [Chuckling]  Babe, I know you so well.

*Scene closes with two happy nutters munching on a peanut brittle while the jack russel snoozes on between them oblivious.*

Straight as the Crow Flies?

Last week when we went to have our HLA testing done, we had to plan our route cos we were going to a place that we were not really 100% sure where it was.  We took out the old trusty map book and my darling husband looked at the where the spot was and planned a relatively easy route to get there.  It was a smiple “head straight down Jan Smuts Ave and we’ll get there” kind of deal.

The morning of the tests dawned and it was POURING with rain, now any logical person knows tht when it rains people in general forget how to drive and that traffic is going to be intense.  No matter the route you take.  So we left our house before sparrow’s fart and got on our merry way.  Now I was following my dear husband in my own car cos we work in totally different areas of Joburg.  Well.  Lets just say that sometimes it is not a benefit to have a husband who grew up in this city and who knows the back roads and supposed short cuts.  By the time we were 5km’s into the drive I was hopelessly lost and darn confused – cos?  This.was.not.the.route.we.discussed!  Also my darling husband thought that by changing the afore mentioned route to the HLA testing place, he was saving us time, saving us petrol and saving us from traffic….

FAIL!  We ran late anyway, we used more petrol cos we saw practically the whole of Joburg just getting there and due to the precipitation falling from the grey skies we sat in traffic practically the whole trip regardless of the route.  And because I was so hopelessly lost due to the round the mulberry bush he had taken me on, there was no way that I could do a tail spin and get myself there sooner than he…

It is just one of the many things that confungle me about my husband.  In my mind it would have been easier to take the direct route (the one we had discussed and agreed upon).  But then again, who am I to say?  What you think internet?  Straight as the crow flies?  Or round the mulberry bush?