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AMAZING INTERNATIONAL GIVEAWAY!

Hi everyone!

I have an AMAZING giveaway for you today! I teamed up with some of the international bloggers on a Facebook group I’m part of called Hobby Polish Bloggers. We’ve decided to do a Facebook only giveaway, meaning you’ll just need to like Facebook pages to earn entries. The prize is actual cash dollars in your Paypal account that you can spend anywhere on the internet that accepts Paypal! Anything you want! Check it out:

 

Hobby Polish Blogger Giveaway 2

 

The prizes are as follows:

1st Prize

$165 via Paypal

2nd Prize

$90 via Paypal

3rd Prize

$75 via Paypal

Thanks to all the ladies that helped sponsor this giveaway! Here they all are:

 

A Little Polish
Addicted to Polish
BeginNails: Every Journey Has A Beginning
B’Nails
Canadian Nail Fanatic
Carinae L’etoile’s polish stash
Copycat Claws
Doctor Crafty
Fashion Footing
I Feel Polished
Imperfectly Painted
LacqueredGeek
Lavish Layerings
Les essais beauté de Schette
Lit From Within
Lustrous Lacquer
Manic Talons
Manicure Addict
Pamper with Polish
Peer Pressure Polish
Plump and Polished
Polish Galore
Polished and Glittered
ProcrastiNails
Sammy Gail’s Nails
Sassy Shelly
Shelby Lou Nails
The Dalai Lama’s Nails
The Polished Hippy
The Polished Mommy
The Sparkling Hoard
xoxo, Jen 

 

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A Special Mother’s Day

On Sunday morning we got up and went to church. After service they had a special Mother’s Day programme. Some children came up and read poems about mothers. The Sunday School children sang a song. One of the young guys from the youth sang a song too. A few children also played a song on their recorders. Each mother received a small gift and a card. Then to put the cherry on the cake they called all the fathers up and made them sing ‘Let me call you sweetheart’ to the mothers 🙂 It was a really sweet programme. The mothers were also invited for tea and cake after the programme, but I didn’t stay since Rudi planned to take me for brunch.

 

Key ring gift from church

 

Mother's Day gift from Rudi/Babyice

 
 
Rudi took us to the Spur for brunch. Unfortunately we missed the breakfast special because church ran a little later than usual. After we had enjoyed our food we went home and Babyice and I went for a nap. It felt like it went by in a flash and once I had gotten up it was time to go and visit my grandmother for tea. When we got there we discovered the entire family in her small flat. We all sat together and enjoyed some tea and cake. Once we got home I watched Top Gear (one of my favourite TV shows) and then faced the huge pile of ironing I had. I had hoped in honour of Mother’s Day Rudi would offer to do the ironing, but that was quite a stretch. It took me about two and a half hours before I was finally done and ready for bed.
 
 
 
Mother’s Day this year had an extra special meaning for me. In case you were living under a social media rock this weekend:
 
 

We're pregnant!

 
 
As you know we have been trying for our second one since about February. We have been blessed in the sense that it didn’t take very long for us to fall pregnant. I was in two minds about announcing it to the world, but I did. Facebook/Twitter/Instagram…they all have the above picture posted on Saturday morning, not long after we found out. I understand why people keep their pregnancies secret until everything is settled and they are sure everything is fine and the chance of miscarriage has dwindled. I even did that myself when we were pregnant with Babyice. In a way, it makes sense to do so. It’s sensible. I do know, however, that no matter what happens, it will be spilled on this here blog. My online friends have been with me through the deepest and darkest of shadows. Through the toughest times in my life. If anything were to go wrong (and I do not expect that anything will), it will also not be a secret. This new baby has already received so many prayers and I will receive my mother’s blessing tomorrow night. I am full of hope and a lot less pessimistic than I was when Babyice was conceived. 
 
 
It is still very early in this pregnancy. We haven’t had a scan yet. I have a gynae appointment on the 25th of May where we will get to see our baby for the first time. When I checked the due date calculator on babycentre.co.uk, they estimate that I am around 5 weeks and due around the 14th of January (again, terrible planning on my part!). Of course I’ll let you know what the gynae says when the time comes.
 
 
I am not hoping for a boy or for a girl. I am hoping and praying for a healthy baby. Rudi is hoping for a girl. The gender is really of no consequence to me. Yes, it is nice to have a pigeon pair, but to me a healthy baby is all that matters.
 
 
 
Thank you for all the congratulations on Facebook/Twitter and Instagram. I could feel the excitement and joy coming from all of you. We were overwhelmed by the response and are happy that all of you are happy for us 🙂 

Funeral

So my grandfather’s funeral was on Saturday. My grandfather planned his own funeral long before he reached the point where he would need it. He explicity said he did not want any casket in the church, chose the hymns he wanted the congregation/choir to sing and requested the bagpipes play Amazing Grace. My grandfather has conducted many a funeral service and watched the family completely break down when they saw the casket bearing their loved one. He was indeed a very wise man.


Just before the service started the bagpiper came to play Amazing Grace. The tears were flowing (mine). Knowing this was a special request from my grandfather and how much it meant to him plus the beautiful music stirred the emotions. The hymns my grandfather chose were chosen because of their lyrics and meaning, so each time the choir sang there were more tears. The service was beautiful, we even had a few laughs as they reflected on my grandfather’s life. I honestly think it would have been much more difficult on the family if there was a casket in the church. The fact that his body wasn’t there really there really made it much easier on us.


Some of my friends attended the funeral and that meant a lot to me. I know there were some who would have been there and couldn’t make it. Thank you to those that were there (Leebeesa, Milla and Peter) It was also the first time I got to introduce Babyice to my grandfather’s side of the family. They all cooed over him, making me very proud.


A huge thank you to @al_ice for the flowers she sent to my work on Friday. I was really touched by the gesture. Thank you also for all the messages of support via Twitter, Facebook, SMS and phone calls from my friends (you know who you are).


It’s all over now. My grandfather’s life and our final goodbye. It was a lot less painful than we anticipated and we thank God for the strength and courage he has granted us.


I still think about him every day. On Sunday morning I sat in the Wimpy and my thoughts suddenly drifted to him and how much I miss him and I burst into tears. Rudi stopped talking mid-sentence and wondered if he had said something wrong (despite the random topic we were discussing). I will always love him and miss him very much.


Thank you everyone for standing by me. I love you all x

Twitter


Yesterday I signed up to Twitter. I’d heard about it before, but I wasn’t sure what it was. The word ‘twitter’ was coming up a lot in my daily life (even on the radio) and I decided to sign up and check it all out. Nice thing about twitter? It’s not blocked at work like Facebook. Yet.

So the cell phone number for my father was a dead end, although I kind of expected that. I didn’t call the number, in case you were wondering. Cell phone numbers are quite disposable, despite some people wanting to hang on to them for dear life. Really, I know. Some people don’t use their cell phone number for over a year and then wonder why it is deleted. Like the networks have space to save all the millions of profiles of SIM cards that are most likely thrown away. Read the terms a conditions for pete’s sake. OK. Rant over!

I’m starting to feel a bit better. I still have a bit of a cough and my tummy still hurts, but other than that I’m in ordinary health. I have to go to the doctor soon for a ‘check up’. I’m taking out life insurance and I guess they want to make sure I’m not already dying on them. They pay for the doctor’s appointment though. It’s basically a free physical. I’m not going to complain. I also have to go for a blood test to ensure that I’m a non-smoker. Under normal circumstances that wouldn’t be a problem, but a little while ago while Rudi and I were fighting I was REALLY stressed out and I kind of started smoking again. Not much, just the occasional cigarette…and then when I had a drink I would light up. I was almost smoking every day. The last time I smoked was Sunday. I’ve been told it should be out of my system in a week and half. I guess we’ll have to see what the blood test yields. It hasn’t been too tough to stop again now that I have a goal. Yeah I know. I’m bad. I almost had two years on my smoke free record. Idiot. Now I have to start counting all over again like the relapsed addict I am.

It’s Jubba’s birthday today. The team has planned a little surprise party for him and booked him a one hour full body massage as a gift. We’ll be buying him Nando’s. His favourite. I had a little chat with Jubba a while ago. I aired my feelings and I told him about how people perceive him. I explained to him that I have seen his softer side and it was a real pity that people judged him by his outbursts of rage. I tried to impress on him that people tend to remember the bad stuff you do, especially when the bad stuff is so extreme. Since our little chat our relationship has seemed to improve. He has really become a bit better. Towards me anyway. He also said he’s taking it easy on me since we lost James as he can tell I’m not my old self anymore. I cried in his office. I felt stupid, but he asked me how things were at home. He asked during the week when Rudi and I were fighting and I felt like my marriage was crumbling. If he didn’t want to know, he shouldn’t have asked.

We stayed up late last night. Well, late for us. For those of you who didn’t know we go to bed at around 20:30 usually and wake up around 05:30. Early to bed, early to rise. We really got into season 3 of Criminal Minds and that caused us to stay up past our bedtime. Pity I’m working this weekend. Otherwise I might have been able to rest.

Photos

After about 4 hours of frustration…

Table Mountain photos here.

The Brass Bell photos here.

It’s 16:04

…and I hope that Concussed One and Tweedledoos know that I’m officially done working.

No big news at the moment. I miss my MSN friends. Our specialist (whom I get along well with) says that I was brought up in a meeting. This whole internet thing. I was apparently used as an example. I feel like laying a grievance. I just don’t know who to lay it against. Victimization I say! I’m not the only one that accesses the internet and everyone is satisfied with my work.

Our specialist also bought me a chocolate. Bless.

My throat is feeling niggly. Like it’s going to be really sore sometime soon. That would suck. Especially since I can’t take any medicine.

One of my colleagues said I should announce the pregnancy on facebook. She said I might as well since everyone at work already knows. It’s true enough. A lot of people do know…but you’re really not supposed to say anything within the first three months. I know it’s just a formality, but maybe it is better that way.

I think I’ll keep it on the down low for now. Anyway…Rudi is probably almost here.


You Are a Colon


You are very orderly and fact driven.

You aren’t concerned much with theories or dreams… only what’s true or untrue.

You are brilliant and incredibly learned. Anything you know is well researched.

You like to make lists and sort through things step by step. You aren’t subject to whim or emotions.

Your friends see you as a constant source of knowledge and advice.

(But they are a little sick of you being right all of the time!)

You excel in: Leadership positions

You get along best with: The Semi-Colon

IT – Ignoramus Totallus

Dear IT department

I guess you think it’s funny to sneak in on a Sunday evening and mess up the application that I need to work on on Monday morning. This is the second time this month that you have decided that my Monday is going to be a shambles. Are you kidding me?

You have, however, made me realize that being able to come in and actually do what I’m expected to do is a pleasure. Sitting here with my hands tied, feeling frustrated, isn’t.

I also realize that you are getting paid double to come in and tinker and throw spanners in the works, this I don’t find amusing at all. You should get half of minimum wage for what you are doing.

You’re probably sitting somewhere snickering right now thinking “Ha! You think you’re so cool because you get 4 bonus’ a year…but look now…who has the POWER now? Every hour I have you sitting there with your finger up your bum your bonus is dwindling! Revenge is sweet!”.

Suck my balls Mr. IT man. Suck my balls.

P.S. At least unblock facebook while you have me here being unproductive anyway.