Christmas 2010 ...

We're on the last legs of year 2010, and today is a very special day in our calenders. One to get together and celebrate the birth of Jesus. Lets not forget what this day is really all about. Enjoy the closeness of having your families around you, enjoy having a wonderful meal together.

May I take this opportunity to wish you all
A MERRY CHRISTMAS and A Happy NEW YEAR

Geseende Kersfees en Voorspoedige Nuwe Jaar aan almal by die huis.
All is ons ver is ons harte naby.
Stay safe, Mag God julle oppas en veilig hou.

Until nexttime
Rina

Nasa and the Bible ....

NASA & THE BIBLE
Thought this was pretty amazing and interesting


For all the scientists out there, and for all the students
Who have a hard time convincing these people regarding the truth of the
Bible, here's something that shows God's awesome creation, and that He is
Still in control.

Did you know that the space program is busy proving that
What has been called 'myth' in the Bible is true?


Mr. Harold Hill, President of the Curtis Engine Company in
Baltimore , Maryland , and a consultant in the space program, relates the
Following development

I think one of the most amazing things that God has done for
Us today happened recently to our astronauts and space scientists at Green
Belt, Maryland .

They were checking out where the positions of the sun, moon,
And planets would be 100 years and 1,000 years from now.. We have to know
This so we won't send up a satellite and have it bump into something later
On in its orbits.

We have to lay out the orbits in terms of the life of the
Satellite and where the planets will be so the whole thing will not bog
Down.They ran the computer measurement back and forth over the centuries,
And it came to a halt. The computer stopped and put up a red signal, which
Meant that there was something wrong with either the information fed into it
Or with the results as compared to the standards.

They called in the service department to check it out, and
They said, 'What's wrong?' Well, they found there is a day missing in space
In elapsed time.

They scratched their heads and tore their hair out.. There
Was no answer.

Finally a Christian man on the team said, 'You know, one
Time I was in Sunday School, and they talked about the sun standing still.'
While they didn't believe him, they didn't have an answer either, so they
Said, 'Show us, '

He got a Bible and went to the book of Joshua where they
Found a pretty ridiculous statement for any one with 'common sense.'


There they found the Lord saying to Joshua,

'Fear them not, I have delivered them into thy hand; there
Shall not a man of them stand before Thee.'

Joshua was concerned because he was surrounded by the enemy!

And if darkness fell, they would overpower them. So Joshua
Asked the Lord to make the sun stand still! That's right... 'The sun stood
Still and the moon stayed and lasted not to go down about a whole day!'

(Joshua 10:12-13)


The astronauts and scientists said, There is the missing
Day! They checked the computers going back into the time it was written and
Found it was close but not close enough. The elapsed time that was missing
Back in Joshua's day was 23 hours and 20 minutes, not a

Whole day.

They read the Bible, and there it was about [approximately]
A day. These little words in the Bible are important, but they were still in
Trouble because if you cannot account for 40 minutes, you'll still

Be in trouble 1000 years from now.

Forty minutes had to be found because it can be multiplied
Many times over in orbits. As the Christian employee thought about it, he
Remembered somewhere in the Bible where it said the sun went BACKWARDS.

The scientists told him he was out of his mind, but they got
Out the Book and read these words in 2 Kings that told of the following
Story: Hezekiah, on his death bed, was visited by the prophet Isaiah who
Told him that he was not going to die. Hezekiah asked for a sign as proof.
Isaiah said 'Do you want the sun to go ahead 10 degrees ?'

Hezekiah said, 'It is nothing for the sun to go ahead 10
Degrees, but let the shadow return backward 10 degrees.' Isaiah spoke to the
Lord, and the Lord brought the shadow ten degrees BACKWARD! Ten degrees is
Exactly 40 minutes!

Twenty-three hours and 20 minutes in Joshua, plus 40 minutes
In Second Kings make the missing day in the universe! Isn't it amazing?

References: Joshua 10:8 and 12,13 and 2 Kings 20:9-11.




Forward this to as many people who you believe would think
This is equally as cool.
If God could do this then; how much more can he do for us
Today. If we only believe in his word.

Montana Nana posted this on another forum, so it borrowed!

Now who played a prank on Aunty Tanya ...

Now there's two little 7 year old boys who's going to be in big shit with their Aunty Tanya ... wanna know why?

But first we'll start at the beginning ... we cousins not brothers, and we live in Brisbane and we going to visit Grandma and Aunty Tanya, and they got lots of animals. There's Daisy the goat, Knight and Tammy and Chief, they're dogs and all the cats there's 6 cats. Poor Virgin Air hostesses sure they know this pair of chatterboxes, they never stop. So with great excitement we head on to Mulgoa Farm just outside Penrith. The house comes alive with them around and the cats all go into hiding, just can't handle all this loving, not one minute of peaceful existance to have a catnap somewhere quiet.

We doing the usual fun thing with them like horse riding lessons, movies, craft and shopping. They very good at keeping themselves amused too and this time they thought of a lovely prank they could play on Aunty Tanya who drives this whopping big black Territory and has lovely big wheels. Well Grandma was busy grinding some rusty nails and dropped a few cause they were to hot which they found... now do you see where this is going. They confide in Grandma "we played a trick on Aunty Tanya we planted nails in the driveway, hidden in the stoney gravel". Well Grandma who is a little afraid of Tanya's temper could see this is a bad thing, tells them off cause it a very silly thing to do and out we go with a torch looking for the needle in a hay stack.

Fast forward a few weeks and you guessed it she has a flat tyre, she ain't happy and stomps around finally takes the Rodeo, while we neighbour came to help ... having a wonderful time putting the spare tyre on. It's a devil of a job the nuts are on good and solid eventually we both the flat on the ground finding a place to jack the Territory up and jack is the worst design you have ever seen in your life and and and ... and it's getting late to get too Nick and Adele's for a bunny chow lunch. It's a zoo at our place trust me!

The spare is a little bigger than the other tyres so Monday Tanya's off to the tyre shop to have them fixed and reports back there where 4 nails in her tyres and it just cost you $50 Ok anything you say dear daughter cause I knows it's my fault dropping them nails in the first place. (Ja nee kak en betaal die wet van Transvaal)
Then yesterday I remembered those two little boys planted some nails just right ...
hmmm

Until nexttime
Have a great weekend
Rina

Borrowed Poetry ...

Nothing Gold Can Stay
by Robert Frost (1874-1963)


Nature's first green is gold.
Her hardest hue to hold.
Her early leaf''s a flower;
But only so an hour.
Then leaf subsides to leaf.
So Eden sank to grief.
So dawn goes down to day.
For nothing gold can stay.


A little autumnal poetry for my lovely readers!
Posted by Melody

Autumn Song ...

Autumn Song
by Katherine Mansfield

Now's the time when children's noses
All become as red as roses
And the colour of their faces
Makes me think of orchard places
Where the juicy apples grow,
And tomatoes in a row.
And to-day the hardened sinner
Never could be late for dinner,
But will jump up to the table
Just as soon as he is able,
Ask for three times hot roast mutton--
Oh! the shocking little glutton.
Come then, find your ball and racket,
Pop into your winter jacket,
With the lovely bear-skin lining.
While the sun is brightly shining,
Let us run and play together
And just love the autumn weather.

And as we heading into summer here in Australia and Africa, our air cons will be working overtime keeping us cool. Let us spare a thought for our friends in Europe and North America cause they heading into their winter soon. Just the other day Retha from Canada posted pics of her garden thawing out. Where had the summer gone.
Until nexttime
Rina

It's be nearly 3 months that George landed in hospital and only now the skin is just about 95% healed. It's was just the beginning of our once a week visit to the doctors or hospital. Now he is going to need orthotic specially made for a Diabetic. Our medical aid contributes $500 to the shoes if the shoes are made from scratch and we will have to cough up the rest.

Dis nou al meer as 3 maande vandat George in die hospitaal beland het met daardie voet, en nou eers is die vel weer toe gegroei. Maar dit is maar net die begin van al die dokters en hospitaal besoeke. Nou moet ons gaan vir special orthotics skoene, wat seker 'n plaas se geld gaan kos, gelukkig het ons 'n medical wat $500 gaan aanlas dan betaal ons net die verskul. Beter as niks nie.

During the last few months I have discovered that I do not make a very good nurse, and even a worse driver in the early mornings. That we got to work in one piece was a miracle cause I am not a morning person, and it took a lot of willpower to try keep those eyes open esp at 5 am on a busy highway ... 45 min drive seemed like forever. If it weren't for Nilo and Des's sonday visits helping out with the work on the farm, and Nilo's great work as The Podiotist. They were a real blessing to us and we are so thankful to them both. (Going to miss them so much)

The last few months I have negleced this blog so badly, just haven't got a story in me atm, I have be so occupied with George and work, the animals and everything else. And my lovely grandsons come from Brisbane for a visit.
What I really need is time out at the farm, only that's not possible with the new lambs and chick season and paying for the electricity bills. Have you got your new bill yet? ours had gone up by $250 a quarter, and now the next one is due again, can't wait to see what that ones going to be.

Until nexttime
Rina

Happy Mother's Day

I know it's not Mother's Day but I just found it somewhere else and had to share it with you...

Happy Mothers Day to my children
I found this poem years ago and it always makes me giggle - so happy Mothers Day to all moms, and of course to my children. And here is what you all have to look forward to.


When I'm an old lady

When I’m an old lady, I’ll live with my son.
And make his life happy and filled with such fun,
I want to pay back all the joy he’s provided,
When I’m an old lady and live with my son.

I’ll write on the wall with red, white and blue,
And bounce on the furniture wearing my shoes,
I’ll drink from the carton and then leave it out,
I’ll stuff all the toilets and oh will he shout!
When I’m an old lady and live with my son.

When he’s on the phone and just out of reach,
I’ll get into things like sugar and bleach.
Oh he’ll snap his fingers and then shake his head,
And when he’s all done I’ll hide under the bed.
When I’m an old lady and live with my son.

When my son’s wife cooks dinner and calls me to meals,
I’ll not eat my green beans or salads congealed.
I’ll gag on my brussel sprouts, spill my milk on the table,
And when she gets angry, run fast as I’m able,
When I’m an old lady and live with my son.

I’ll sit close to the T.V., thru the channels I’ll click,
I’ll cross both my eyes and see if they stick,
I’ll take off both my socks and throw one away,
And play in the mud until the end of the day.
When I’m an old lady and live with my son.

And later in bed, I’ll lay back and sigh,
And thank God in prayer and then close my eyes.
And my son will look down and with a smile slowly creeping,
And say with a groan, “she’s so sweet when she’s sleeping.”
When I’m an old lady and live with my son . . . .

By Mary Ann Hopkins

from an old gravestone
If you hold your nose to the Grindstone
and you leave it there long enough,
Then soon you'll say
there's no such things
as brooks that babble
and birds that sing,
these three will all your world compose,
just you, the stone and your poor old nose.

For Nilo and Des

As we walk our path of life,
We meet people everyday.
Most are simply met by chance.
But, some are sent our way.
These become special friends
Whose bond we can't explain;
...The ones who understand us
And share our joy and pain.
Their love contains no boundaries.
So, even when we are apart.
Their presence enhances us
With a warmth felt in the heart.
This love becomes a passageway,
When even the miles disappear.
And so, these friends, God sends our way,
Remain forever near.

We will miss you so much, enjoy the time spent nearer your family and baby boys.
Good luck and many blessings on your path forward.
(We will come for a visit promise)
Love Rina and George

My other blog ...

Well I tried fixing it but finally just added my other blog "Our Slice of Heaven"to my favorite blogs, so please come on over and visit me there too. (Kom kuier bietjie daar asb.)

I have not disappeared from the face of the earth just busy getting the garden organized for the summer, working and still dealing with George's foot. We decided to remove the plaster cast just to see if there is any improvement, it is a removeable one to allow dressing the wound daily. Some how it is catching the wound and causing some rubbing, no pregress for 2 weeks. But now he needs to be extra careful and not hurt the foot, or we will both have to answer to the specialist and her assistant. It's the assistant we more scared of!!!Our next appointment is Tuesday.

I did have a little Get Away to Tasmania and have some nice pics to share with you. Enter the Give Away by simply commenting on any of the Tassie posts before it closes.
See ya
Rina

Do you believe in dreams ...

Have you dreamt then the next morning you remember everything and wonder what it all meant. I have had a few "very real" dreams lately, but this one had me a little worried. Background ... Father inlaw died of cancer more than 20 years ago, brother inlaw suffered from depression and committed the unthinkable a few years ago, and other uncle died a long time ago.

The phone finally woke me up after a few very short little rings, silence and then a another ring, dazed I answer, and it's the father inlaw saying I must go look amongst the uncle and brother inlaws clothes. But his voice is so faint and then the phone went dead. It starts ringing again just like before. I answer it again only this time it my motherinlaw, and she mumbles something to me, also in the same faint voice, then the phone dies. The phone starts bieping again but thank goodness I wake up for real and find the portable phone is still next to my dear husbands bed where he left it the night before, warning me the battery needs to be recharged.

Now my mom was born with the ability to see things and many times she was able to tell you stuff that could make your hair stand on end. So I called her (had to wait because of the time difference) and told her my dream. She says she still dreams every night but can't remember anymore which is a good thing. Anyways she going to call me after she calls Mother inlaw, and the funny thing is Trudi ,my sister inlaw said she also dreamt of the mother inlaw, very strange!!!

We do have an engagement announcement the same day, has it got anything to do with that?
Until nexttime
Rina

It's late but I just had to say Hi to everyone

It's been a long day and week and a few weeks, and I have missed ya all. Blogging has really become a great tool to express myself and like you would all know, a lot of my friends are all scattered over the world, not just my blogging friends. There is my dear friend Rosie who I plan to visit next time I head to SAfrica soon. Then Dalene in Irvine in the USA, we served on the Parents/Teacher committees together and we help as volenteers at a halfway home for women and family. My sister inlaw Trudi, who was my bridesmaid so many years ago, she's still in SA, she has a whole heap of medical problems. Just too mention a few ...

Cause of blogging, I have found a whole heap of new friends and maybe just maybe someday we could really meet and have a cup of coffee and cake together. Just like when Pippa from Down to Earth come from England to visit her daughters now living in Sydney. That was heaps of fun, I picked her up and we headed for the NewPort Arms Hotel right on the waterfront, with yaghts moored at the marina and the odd person walking their dog down by the river. We had lunch and had a great chat. And we will meet again next time Pippa comes visiting later this year. PS she's going to be a grandmother again soon.

Have you also found your have lots of acquantances but only a handfull of real friends.
A TRUE FRIEND IS SOMEONE WHO SEES THE PAIN IN YOUR EYES WHILE EVERYONE ELSE BELIEVES THE FAKE SMILE .

My stubborn Diabetic Husband ...

Some of you could be aware that George has been off work and in hospital the last two weeks. His has had a huge scare and now promises never to complain about my cooking cause hospital food is crap he says. Now gone is the rich food, in with smaller portions, no more large pack of chips and litres of PepsiMax. Now he will be eating more correctly for a Type2 Diabetic.

What happened to change his mind ...
he messed coollant on his work shoe, which soaked through to his sock and onto his foot, and continued to wear the shoe and sock causing a huge burn/blister on the side of his foot by the little toe. (Well that was his theory anyway but it turned out to be a foot ulcer x 2) He never noticed it until the blister popped a few days later, by that time he was running a fever and the infection (Blood poisoning)was creeping up his foot and his leg.We carted him off to the emergency dept and he was admitted. To cut a long story short he was so lucky that the doctors managed to save his foot. The staff at the Public hospital were so nice and caring, we definitely don't have any complaints about them just the food.

George is doing better and it will take a while before the skin grows back, only he is not allowed to drive and has to stay off the foot. His Doctor is a woman, senior head lecturer at the uni and with more Certificates than I could count, so one very clever little Cookie. He has to see her again on Tuesday and till it foot is healed.
So you folk out there with Diabetic friends and family please look after them, even a blister can mean big trouble.

Until nexttime
Rina

It's sad to get old .... Con was once a young man.

I take my hat of to nursing staff at hospitals and old age facilities, they should all get a raise, the money they earn is not enough to pay for their care they give. My Old Man landed in Emergency last night with blood poisoning, chest pain and to top it off he is a diabetic, so we just got to be a bit more careful. But this is not about him, btw he seems to be doing better.It was way past our bedtime when the Blond One and Myself took him in, and now I can tell by my sore red eyes, and big yarns it time for bed.

Only I got to tell you about this little greek man, dressed in his pj's, his name was Con. Physically there seems nothing wrong with him only the old brain does not work to well. He had his own minder, an young irish nurse, first they chattered softly, he told her his life story. Then he started asking about his wife, who was also admitted to hospital, only she was already in a ward and sleeping. Staff told him she was upstairs and sleeping, only he got more determined to go to his wife, getting out of bed and carrying his bag around desperate to go find her. Staff told Con if he got back into bed they would call his wife and ask her to come down. No he said they better stop taking photo's (with the mobile phone?!)He stood next to another ladies bed staring at her before asking her if she was his wife. How sad is that

Nothing they said could make the little man get back in bed, he was on a mission to find his wife. Staff tried coaxing him into drinking a sleeping tablet, but he point blank refused. He is not allowed to take any tablets cause he was told not to cause he will die. Eventually reinforcements were called to help out. It was past 1.30 before it got a little quieter around emergency and we left to go home.

Just Some of The Beautiful People in My Life ....

It's going to be a little rough here, our lives are going to change for the worst and it's about a little 7 year old boy. Right now I am hovering at boiling point, and then come down with tears streaming down my face, but the fight is it really over? I wrote this sometime ago but just could not bring myself to post it. As a grandparent you only have privilages and no rights, you are at the will of parents. They decide what is right for them and sometimes you know it's not but you are unable to even be heard. Since I wrote this everything is on hold, my son started fighting for his child again maybe cause his scared of his mother like grandson says.Lol But I don't think he will ever take Daughter in Law back again. I know there is two sides to every story and pointing fingers at anyone is wrong cause 4 point back at you.And he did wrong too .....

I know those tears from long ago, just after my Dad past away, they used to come rolling at the sound of a song, a stray moment, sometimes while driving to work. A ache deep down in my heart, moments of regret that I never made the final trip back to lay a flower on his grave. Now there is no grave only the waves where his ashes floated away. Closure never really came ... maybe I should have followed my own heart and flown back home, not listened to family advice. We celebrate his life in September. I need to thank my beautiful friend Rosie for helping me let go and letting him across over.

At a recent family gathering we chatted about My Dad and Ex stepmother, who accepted me as one of her daughters, my kids as her grandchildren. But My uncle only saw the hurt in my father's eyes when they seperated.Dad was not prefect too ... My beautiful aunt also came to her defence for all the kindness shown to my grandmother. I will love her for that for ever. Hester has remarried and is now living in PE as far as I know. If only I could find her eldest daughter who is now living in Sydney somewhere ... maybe someday our paths will cross again.

Our family is so small and getting less by the day as Dad's brothers and sister are aging too. And now we sitting in Oz far away from our roots, happy to be here, so glad I have my kids and grandkids here too. But my heart will break if that little boy and his mother decide to go back.
Until nexttime
Rina

Fairies and mushrooms ....

Your fairy is called Thorn Goblinshimmer ... She is a bringer of riches and wealth.She lives in brambles and blackberry bushes.She is only seen when the first flowers begin to blossom. She wears purple and green like berries and leaves. She has gentle green wings like a butterfly. Emma Davies

Wonder where fairies live ... under mushrooms I bet.

(yumm The kitchen smells of freshly baked rusks, baked in a woodstove in the old kitchen. Feels like Nana's kitchen, smells of aniseed.)

Hmmmmm die beskuit ruik lekker. 'n Ou koolstoof in die kombuis sou nou vandag gewerk het! Dit voel soos my Ouma se kombuis, ek ruik net Anys. "My nooi is in 'n Nartjie, My ouma is in Kaneel, Daar is iemand in Anys. Daar 'n vrou in elke geur!"

borrowed from Nilo's FB.

Our little trip to Gippsland, was all about buying just such a woodstove, a rayburn not very big but boy it heavy. And on the way we stopped off at so many cute little spots you would not believe. Tilba Tilba is very much like PilgramsRus in South Africa, cute little shops where you can have tea and scones or what ever you like, look at antiques, a real lolly shop with rows of glass jars full of bright lollies. A cheese factory with way more than cheese inside. It's really the sort of place you would bring your girl friends to and make a day outing off it. Most men get dragged (by their hair)around by their wives while the kids suck on a huge flat spiral lolly getting their whole face full of sticky stuff, and grandma has to clean the mess.



Then there is the nursery!! and old wares shop and cafe, Now here I feel most comfy.Just a sneak view into the garden which promises to be a delight come spring, this alone is going to be worth a return visit. Here I am sure the fairies live, you just have to go quietly down the stepping stone path.



I invite you to come with us come springtime and visit.
Until nexttime
Rina

Oh Crap have you tried reading it in english ... (Below)

Cobi's first horse riding lesson.

Well I clicked on translate and nearly rolled off my seat laughing ... Somethings you just can't translate and the last post is one of them. One of my fellow bloggers from Holland Johanna leaves cute little comments on my other blog Our Slice of Heaven but it's does not always come out correctly either, but I still love her.

So I thought I would translate it as it should be

My wiele is so bietjie pap ...
Regtig, ek jok nie, miskien is dit te veel lees by al die mooi blogs en dan sukkel ek om aan die gaan te kom. Alles gaan agteruit, my venster kan jy amper nie meer deur sien nie, en die stryk goed hoop op. Ek was en vou so 'n bietjie op waar ek kan, maar soos huiswerk is daar geen einde nie. Man ek moet erken ek het nog nooit baie van huiswerk gehou nie. Doen dit maar net omdat hier geen Agnus is nie.

Hier is Googles toolbar translation :)

My wheels are a little soggy ...
Really , I lie , maybe it is too much to read all the fine blogs and then I struggle to go to come . Everything is backwards , my window you can almost no longer see, and put good hope . I was and fold a bit on where I can , but as homework , there is no end. Man I must admit I have never held a lot of homework not. Do this only because this is not no Agnus

So what you think Google is that how it should be?

Or ... My wheels are a little flat ...

Really I kid you not, could be from reading all those lovely blogs and then struggling to get going. Everything is neglected, my windows are so dirty you can hardly see through them, and the ironing is piling up. I wash and fold up where I can, but like housework it never stops. I must admit I have never liked housework. I do it cause I have to and there is no Agnus to help me.

Let me tell you about Agnus, she was a lovely african girl that work for me when I owned a takeaway in Pinetown. We started at 6am and finished at 6pm 5 days a week and half day on Saturdays. Then it's home time to do the housework, dinner and kids. Then Agnus got pregnant
to Petrus and they were expecting twin. At about 7 months I asked her if she would like to live at our house, going on light duties. Cleaning the kitchen, seeing to the dogs and giving the kids a sandwich after school. (Still getting her full pay )They decided it was a good deal and moved in.

One evening she knocked on the window to wake me up, It was time to go to the mission hospital run by nuns and have those babies. Nou let me tell you being the only white woman except for the nuns was very out of sorts, and the looks I got ... but the day I fetched Agnus carring her bags while she carried the babies was even funnier. After a few months Agnus wanted to be closer to her mum and resigned. We helped cart her cots and other goodies. Those days there were a lot of taxi union problems (25years ago)

You know there are still a few goed people out there, but things have changed so much back home, I felft like a stanger in my own country. We have so many good memoirs of Africa and will always have a little soft spot for her. I do worry about the people still left behind, esp when I look at videos on YouTube. This post just sort of happened like this and it's alright . Atm one of my grandsons are visiting us for the 2 week holiday. We have been feeding the sheep, chooks first thing in the morning, then remove the doggies PJ and give them a few cubes. Then it's breakfast time ... fresh eggs and toast. We having a really cold wet winters day, overcast and grey. Stoked the fire for a little warmth......

Greetings from Australia

Rina

My wiele is so bietjie pap ...

Regtig, ek jok nie, miskien is dit te veel lees by al die mooi blogs en dan sukkel ek om aan die gaan te kom. Alles gaan agteruit, my venster kan jy amper nie meer deur sien nie, en die stryk goed hoop op. Ek was en vou so 'n bietjie op waar ek kan, maar soos huiswerk is daar geen einde nie. Man ek moet erken ek het nog nooit baie van huiswerk gehou nie. Doen dit maar net omdat hier geen Agnus is nie.



Man dit was nou 'n oulikke ousie, sy het eers daar by my Takeaway gewerk en ek het haar sommer baie gelike. Ons werk van 6 uur vroeg tot6 uur laat dan is dit huistoe, kosmaak en kinders versorg. Toe raak sy mos preggies met Petrus se kinders, ja 'n tweeling. Maar sy werk nog tot ek eendag vir haar gese het"Agnus kom bly daar by my huis, dan kan jy dit mos maklikker wat en nie so te moet travel nie. En dis nou amper 7 maande jou pensie word darem lekker groot." Hulle geselse en besluit ja dis 'n plan, en toetrek sy ook sommer in. Al wat sy moet doen is skottlegoed was, kombuis skoenmaak en sien dat die honde kos en water het, en dan in die middag vir die kinders 'n broodjie maak as hulle van die skoolbus afkom.

Een aand klop sy aan die venster om my wakker te maak, en dis tyd dat ons hospital toegaan, daar trek ons twee na die mission hospital in Pinetown. Nou laat ek julle vertel, ek was nog nooit so snaaks aangekyk soos daardie dag,Nee ek jok, die dag dat Ek vir Agnus gaan haal het met die twee babies, toe mos jy sien, Wat maak die wit vrou hier?Ek dra haar tassie en sy dra babies. Na 'n paar maande besluit sy om eerder terug te trek en naby haar ma te gaan bly. Dis nog die tyd dat daar baie taxi probleme was.(so 25jaar gelede)

Weet julle daar is tog goed onder die mense, maar dinge het nou so verander daar, ek het laas gevoel ek hoort nie meer daar nie, 'n vreemdeling. Maar tog Afrika het diep spore getrap in ons harte, en wanneer ek so na YouTube kyk na wat daar aangaan, dan kry ek so 'n hartseer gevoel vir die wat agter gebly het.

Nou die post het sy eie gang geloop, glad nie soos ek vou nie, maar dis alraait so. My kleinseun kuier op die oomblik vir die 2 week skool vakansie. Ons het nou 'n routine eers moet die skape en hoenders kos kry, dan haal ons die honde se slaap jakkies af en gee hulle 'n bietjie droe kos. Dan maak ons ontbyt, vars eiers en roosterbrood. Dis net vrek koud hier, vandag het die son glad nie geskyn nie, 'n regte grys dag. Laat middag het ek vuur in die kaggel gemaak om die huis lekker warm te maak. Dan het ons nog die aftree plasie wat aandag soek .... more oggend vroeg opstaan vir werk.

Fluit fluit my storie is uit
Groete uit Australia
Rina

Very scary email ....

I found this on a african forum and boy I do wonder what our country is coming to ... no regard for human life.

I received this email from my sister in SAfrica and have no clue if it is true or just a threat. It scares me because my sis and brother in law there, are elderly and my brother in law is in frailcare as he cannot walk. My hubby's parents are still in SAfrica too. They are also old. Then there's also all our good friends there. Whether it is true or not, you decide. I thought it best to let you all know what the content of the email was. http://censorbugbear-reports.blog...12-all-whites-will-be-killed.html On July 12 we will kill all the whites...' Afrikaners, black workers warned… 11 June 2010 - “Alex” writes: “My husband happened to be in one of the firearms shops at the East Rand, whose owner is a friend. While they were talking a black man walked into the shop and started blowing the vuvuzela really loudly. The shop owner told him to take the vuvuzela elsewhere or he'd stick it in a very uncomfortable place. "The black man then turned on my husband and the shop owner in a tirade, saying that 'you'd better enjoy your shop for a few days more, because that shop is going to belong to me after 12 July 2010 because I am going to come and take it.' "On July 12 we black people will be ready to mow down all you whites,' he reportedly said. This man ‘s identity is known to the gunshop-owner: he regularly purchases firearm for Winnie Mandela's security staff and had just ordered 400 bulletproof vests through them. “The man said that they were going to kill all 'your people's' children, women, old people and men, and that time they won't be fighting with knobkieries and pangas, they now are well-armed. We are going to come and fetch nice stuff from you whites,' he said. Alex: “The shocked shop-owner still tried to laugh it off but he must have seen the angry look on my husband's face. The black man threatened my husband with the words ‘I will see you on 12 July or even before depending on how Bafana-Bafana (the South Bfrican football team, the name translates to ‘boys-boys’) is faring.' The man also added that when ‘they were finished killing the whites they would turn on the Chinese”. He also mentioned a black tribal whose people would also be attacked and murdered but my husband couldn't recall the tribe’s name afterwards because he'd become so angered.' Alex: “The black man told my husband that he would 'shoot at people's legs'. My husband responded that he never did - he would shoot right between the eyes - and that he would not miss.’ “ After a sleepless night my husband went to visit his friend at the gunshop again. His friend confirmed that he’d asked a black woman who works there to find out more about this threat, and she confirmed that the black workers are constantly being told on the trains between home and work that ‘the workers will have to start helping to kill them on July 12 when they will start killing all the white people. And if the black workers didn't help they would be killed too. “ The shop owner said ‘the intelligence service was well-aware of the threats to start killing all the whites on July 12.”

So what do you do believe it or threat it just as another threat. I personally do believe there will be people acting upon it ....
So do what you have to and may God keep you safe.
Until nexttime
Rina

Today Rickie gets to go home after having surgery to remove her Spleen, galbladder and half her pancreses. Tanya has gone to fetch her from hospital and might be staying over tonight. Her partner will take a few days off from work to look after her. Then his mum flies in from New Zealand to help them a bit. The tumour the surgeon removed was huge according to photo's they took.
More I can't share with you atm ...
Please say a little prayer for Riekie tonight.

Recently one of my Daughter's friends Rickie found out she has Cancer. This is a young women, still planning her life with her partner. Recently they bought a home together .... How her life will change. I found this a few days ago.
IF I HAD MY LIFE TO LIVE OVER - BY ERMA BOMBECK (written after she found out she was dying from cancer). I would have gone to bed when I was sick instead of pretending the earth would go into a holding pattern if I weren't there for the day. I would have burned the pink candle sculpted like a rose before it melted in storage. I would have talked less and listened more. I would have invited friends over to dinner even if the carpet was stained, or the sofa faded. I would have eaten the popcorn in the 'good' living room and worried much less about the dirt when someone wanted to light a fire in the fireplace. I would have taken the time to listen to my grandfather ramble about his youth. I would have shared more of the responsibility carried by my husband. I would never have insisted the car windows be rolled up on a summer day because my hair had just been teased and sprayed. I would have sat on the lawn with my grass stains. I would have cried and laughed less while watching television and more while watching life. I would never have bought anything just because it was practical, wouldn't show soil, or was guaranteed to last a lifetime. Instead of wishing away nine months of pregnancy, I'd have cherished every moment and realized that the wonderment growing inside me was the only chance in life to assist God in a miracle. When my kids kissed me impetuously, I would never have said, 'Later. Now go get washed up for dinner.' There would have been more 'I love you's' More 'I'm sorrys.' But mostly, given another shot at life, I would seize every minute.look at it and really see it . . live it and never give it back. STOP SWEATING THE SMALL STUFF!!! Don't worry about who doesn't like you, who has more, or who's doing what Instead, let's cherish the relationships we have with those who do love us.
( orginally Posted by Dolores)

Sonday Morning ....

This is what life should be about ... sitting on an jetty, basking in the morning sun, fishing.

The Stone Soup tales .... Poverty Soup Recipe

I copy and pasted this post for you to enjoy reading .....

This is what we call it in our family.LOL! We tend to use it more often in lean times. 2 cups of red lentils1 onion chopped4 carrots chopped half a butternut squash chopped (leave out when they are too expensive!)half a swede (rutabaga) choppedhalf a head of celery chopped, including the leaves.4-5 potatoes (or equivalent amount of new pots, works best with new)Enough vegie stock to cover (I use Marigold stock)Throw all vegies in and enough hot stock to cover. Bring to boil. Leave to simmer for 20 -30 mins until vegies and lentils are soft. Adjust seasoning, adding salt and pepper if necessary. I've tried adding various herbs and/or spices, but we prefer it like this. To vary it, sometimes I add a tin of chopped tomatoes and about a tablespoon of ground cumin. That's quite good too.I serve this with wholewheat cheese scones. Garlic bread goes well with it too. It's also nice with some grated cheddar dropped into the bowl before ladeling the soup over the top.This is one of those soups which is even better the next day.That amount serves 4 adults.ENJOY!

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LOL at the name...it's a great food...warm and tasty...reminded me though of a children's story called Stone Soup.A tramp knocks on the cottage door of an old lady and asks for food. She tells him she has none either so he suggests they make stone soup together. They boil up some water with the stone from his pocket and then go for a walk around her garden. (I can't even imagine having no food)He spots an onion and suggests that would be a lovely addition to the soup. They go back in and add it to "soup"Off around the garden again and they uncover several different vegies and add them one by one to the pot...thus ending up with a nutricious broth, not unlike your own

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The Stone Soup story I know is slightly different...a soldier returning from the war reaches a hostile village, so he sets up his cooking pot over a fire and puts in a stone and some water. When the villagers become curious and venture out of their shuttered houses, he is asked what he is cooking. "Stone soup". Then he says, "You know what would make this soup taste better - an onion." "I've got an onion," says one villager and goes and brings it. He suggests lots of other vegetables and finally there is enough soup for the whole village to share, but on their own they were starving, with nothing to give away and no sense of working together. It's my favourite "story my mother told me when I was a child".

Lessons on how to make Beef Jerky

Tonight I have made the first batch of beef Jerky or biltong as we South Africans know it. I suggest if you want to try make it yourself then hop over to my other blog, under labels.

Now this reminds me of the time Maryanne and Pete from Wodonga came over to see how it's done. I got a fair sized piece of meat, sliced it up and all. We did the spice thing layered and spiced again. Kept it in the fridge overnight and finally it was ready.Pete and George had made a meatsafe just like mine only it had two shelves instead of three. now they were set to go and hang the meat which was the easy part.

A few days later they come visiting again, and I ask how the Jerky coming along, it should have been ready by now. Maryanne's face dropped and finally she comes out with the story. She had done washing and forgot to close the door after she finished hanging up the clothes outside. Their huge Rottie just could not help himself any longer somehow he got the meatsafe open and proceeded to have a feast. All she found was the little wire hooks and one very thirsty dog. He was lying outside in front of the waterbowl, drinking. Needless to say he never got any dinner that night.

We did give it another go at Jerky making Lol
It late so I better be off to bed
See ya soon
Rina

Jakkelsgif , 'geleende storie

NÁ die seisoen van konfetti en trou-albums en katelbreektyd ontwaak 'n nuwe seisoen in die grootste gros huwelike. Dis die tyd wanneer kinders inbars en alles omgedolwe word. Geld, tyd en rus is min. Vurige twiste ennoord-suid-opinies is volop. Wat eens lekker geruik het, word 'n stank.Wat mooi was, word afskuwelik. Wat slim geklink het, wordbeterweterigheid. Soetlemoene verander in bitterappeltjies.Dan, so 20 of wat jaar ná die konfetti-dag, wanneer die kuikens hoendersword en in hul eie weiland begin skrop, daag 'n ander seisoen op. Jeuktyd,kraptyd, byttyd, skaaftyd. Dis dan wanneer die huweliksbed se voeë beginmeegee en die wiekelende konstellasie dreig om vloer toe te tuimel.Ná jare van geldstryd en kinders grootsukkel, sit die eens uitspattig-gelukkige huwelikspaar met mekaar opgeskeep. Bykans vreemdelinge. Ofvyande. Buitentoe lyk alles wel. Almal glo dit gaan góéd met ons. ("Ons"is 'n versamelnaam vir wie ook al aan die versameling wil behoort). Onshét alles en ons lag en kuier, sing kerkkoor, stap met die hond, houvakansie, koop saam-saam kruideniersware. Oënskynlik die perfekteverbintenis.Maar agter die voordeur waar niemand sien of hoor nie, staan die pitsweer'n goudgeel punt. Barstens gelade met sarkasme, sinisme, ondankbaarheid,erbarmloosheid, humorloosheid. Ons is áltyd gereed om te verskil en tebeskuldig; te pik en te amputeer. Ysstiltes en 'n vrot atmosfeer is aandie orde van die dag.En daar hang ons in die slagyster. Skei kan ons nie, want dis 'n geval vanmy kombers en jou matras en daar lê die ding. Na 'n huweliksberader wíl onsnie, want niemand het energie vir 'n ellelange dermuitrygery nie. Dan maardeurdruk, hoe gallerig ook al. Solank niemand ontdek wat agter diegordynvoerings aangaan nie. Om te kompenseer vir die yskaslewe, pak onsallerhande vernietigende handvuurtjies aan vir hitte. Affairs, drank,pille, pornografie, koopsiekte, vreetsiekte, verenigings,oorgodsdienstigheid, werkoholisme. En noem maar op.Ek en die ou gryse het al deur baie driwwe geswem. Enkeldiepte,borsdiepte, en soms watergetrap. Dat ons mekaar nie jakkalsgif ingegee hetnie, bly 'n mirakel. En toe, tydens een van ons doodbliksem-gevegte, komons op die kwessie sowel as die oplossing af. Ek sê nie dit sal vir almalwerk nie, maar vir ons het dit.Die kwessie: Spasie. In sy wese bly die mens 'n eenling. Hy wil 'n sirkelom hom kan trek; 'n spasie waaroor hy, en hy alleen, baasskap het. En diehuwelik het 'n rare manier om die mens sy eenlingskap te ontneem. Dis 'ncliché om te sê die huwelik is 'n eenwording van twee mense. Want tweemense kan nooit één word as elke eenling nie 'n heel mens op sy eie isnie. En as die mens van sy spasie beroof word, raak hy soos 'n hondsdolgedierte wat alles byt.Die oplossing: spasie. Só baklei ek en die ou gryskop doerie tyd amper totby die bottel jakkalsgif. Uit beboosdheid trek hy met klere, boeke,lessenaar en spanners na die spaarkamer op die boonste verdieping. En dáárbly hy vandag nog. Wat destyds 'n ek-bliksem-jou- sommer-dood-aksie was,het geblyk die antwoord te wees.Sy kamer is syne. My kamer is myne. Hy kan snork en televisie kykwanneer hy wil. Ek kan snags my bedliggie aansit en slaapkouse brei asiets my ry. Ek kan dwars oor die bed slaap, en hy kan besluit hoeveelkomberse hy oor hom wil hê. Niemand besweet niemand, en daar is nooit 'nnagtelike gestry nie. En dis salig om uitgerus wakker te word sonder 'nkierie teen jou rug. Of sonder 'n redeloos beneukte vrou langs jou. Diesaligste bly die op- en afsluipery met die trap. Soos outydse court.Sondagmiddag gaan lê ek in sy arm. Of ek skrik middelnag wakker as hyfluistervra of hy agter my rug kan lê, want hy verlang na my. Ek SMS boontoedat ek my man in my kooi soek, en ek dra sy brekfis trap-op en gaan sê hom hy's my koning.Nou se dae kan nie ek óf hy onthou waar ons die jakkalsgif gebêre het nie.Want ek het my kombers en hy het sy matras. En nêrens lê 'n ding nie.


Dit is geskryf deur Annelie Botes

I am not there ...

Do not stand at my grave and weep; I am not there. I do not sleep. I am a thousand winds that blow. I am the diamond glints on snow. I am the sunlight on ripened grain. I am the gentle autumn's rain. When you awaken in the morning's hush, I am the swift uplifting rush of quiet birds in circled flight. I am the soft stars that shine at night. Do not stand at my grave and cry; I am not there, I did not die.

The Power of Kindness

I found this beautiful post at From Melanie's Home to Yours, do pop over and leave a comment for her.


The Power of Kindness

One day, when I was a freshman in high school, I saw a kid from my class was walking home from school. His name was Kyle. It looked like he was carrying all of his books. I thought to myself, "Why would anyone bring home all his books on a Friday? He must really be a nerd." I had quite a weekend planned (parties and a football game with my friends tomorrow afternoon), so I shrugged my shoulders and went on. As I was walking, I saw a bunch of kids running toward him. They ran at him, knocking all his books out of his arms and tripping him so he landed in the dirt. His glasses went flying, and I saw them land in the grass about ten feet from him. He looked up and I saw this terrible sadness in his eyes.

My heart went out to him. So, I jogged over to him and as he crawled around looking for his glasses, I saw a tear in his eye. As I handed him his glasses, I said, "Those guys are jerks. They really should get a life." He looked at me and said, "Hey thanks!" There was a big smile on his face. It was one of those smiles that showed real gratitude. I helped him pick up his books, and asked him where he lived. As it turned out, he lived near me, so I asked him why I had never seen him before. He said he had gone to private school before now. I would have never hung out with a private school kid before. We talked all the way home, and I carried his books. He turned out to be a pretty cool kid. I asked him if he wanted to play football on Saturday with me and my friends. He said yes. We hung out all weekend and the more I got to know Kyle, the more I liked him. And my friends thought the same of him.Monday morning came, and there was Kyle with the huge stack of books again. I stopped him and said, "Darn boy, you are gonna really build some serious muscles with this pile of books everyday!" He just laughed and handed me half the books.

Over the next four years, Kyle and I became best friends. When we were seniors, we began to think about college. Kyle decided on Georgetown, and I was going to Duke. I knew that we would always be friends, that the miles would never be a problem. He was going to be a doctor, and I was going for business on a football scholarship. Kyle was valedictorian of our class. I teased him all the time about being a nerd. He had to prepare a speech for graduation. I was so glad it wasn't me having to get up there and speak. Graduation day, I saw Kyle. He looked great. He was one of those guys that really found himself during high school. He filled out and actually looked good in glasses. He had more dates than me and all the girls loved him! Boy, sometimes I was jealous. Today was one of those days. I could see that he was nervous about his speech. So, I smacked him on the back and said, "Hey, big guy, you'll be great!" He looked at me with one of those looks (the really grateful one) and smiled. "Thanks," he said.

As he started his speech, he cleared his throat, and began."Graduation is a time to thank those who helped you make it through those tough years - your parents, your teachers, your siblings, maybe a coach... but mostly your friends. I am here to tell all of you that being a friend to someone is the best gift you can give them. I am going to tell you a story." I just looked at my friend with disbelief as he told the story of the first day we met. He had planned to kill himself over the weekend. He talked of how he had cleaned out his locker so his mom wouldn't have to do it later and was carrying his stuff home. He looked hard at me and gave me a little smile. "Thankfully, I was saved. My friend saved me from doing the unspeakable." I heard the gasp go through the crowd as this handsome, popular boy told us all about his weakest moment.

I saw his mom and dad looking at me and smiling that same grateful smile. Not until that moment did I realize its depth. Never underestimate the power of your actions. With one small gesture you can change a person's life for better or for worse. God puts us all in each other's lives to impact one another in some way.

Posted by Melanie, Thanks for letting me post this here
Until nexttime
Rina

Memoirs of a Little Girl

"Little girl"She grinned mischievously to herself as she thought how apt the intentionally demeaning label had been. Barely a meter and a half in height, many had mistaken her for one much below her number of years, but this did not hamper her feisty spirit one bit. Instead it served only to strengthen her resolve.

For Amanda, these last few years had been trying. Denial a few years previously dashed the hope of her and her family to begin their new life in Canada. After two years of waiting, it was heartbreaking to hear that things would not be as she had dreamed, as her family had dreamed.The restless current of the ocean caressed the African shores. It moved with her, consoling her injured soul. Time was needed to heal; time was granted. But the slumber could not last forever. It was once again time to rise to the challenge and fight towards the dream of a brighter future.

More than three years later, and finally things begin to fall into place. Last week Wednesday was one of those defining hurdles; the last of which needed crossing. The blood had been taken the previous week. It was not an enjoyable experience by a long shot. After moments of prodding the nurse declared, "I can't find a vein, let me see your other arm."Amanda complied with her wishes, laying her right arm across the table. More prodding ensued; a sigh from the nurse. Amanda was almost positive the thought playing through her head at that moment was, "These darn little people with their little veins!"Finally the needle was inserted. Fascinated, the little girl stared at the dark crimson liquid as it pulsated against the edge of the transparent vial. "That's pieces of me," she thought, "I'm being placed in a bottle." It was a disconcerting experience and not one she was eager to repeat.

The X-rays went off with little excitement. Fair enough, the block could not be lowered quiet as low as was needed to accommodate her diminutive figure, but that was hardly unexpected. And now she lay in the doctors office in just her underwear and a gown. She had already urinated into the bottle, always the highlight in the trip to the doctor. The doctor proceeded to poke and prod in what Amanda assumed would be strategic places. What he was looking for was beyond her; alien implants from a recent abduction?"Touch your toes"Amanda grimaced as she replied, "Not going to happen." As she bent forward in what she knew was a futile attempt, the doctor replied, "That as far as you go?""Yup, " she had never had the gift of flexibility."Don't worry, it won't fail you for Canada." Even though she doubted something as trivial as that would dash her hopes yet again, the humor was comforting.

The eye test was next, quick and easy. And then her height measured; the doctor was kind enough to give her an extra two centimeters she never knew she had, 1.52m... wow...And the doctors scale was without a doubt 2kg out! With the final hurdle out of the way, the wait is almost over. All that is left now is for the little girl to place her life into two suitcases; suitcases so large she can easily fit in one... and zip it closed.... --------------------
Anything I've ever done that was ultimately worthwhile initially scared me to death .... from the SACanada forum.

Roses ...

Before marriage, a man declares that he would lay down his life to serve you; after marriage, he won't even lay down his newspaper to talk to you.
Helen Rowland

Ag die mooi laeveld dae ....

Ek onthou nog die mooie Barberton daar in die laeveld, loop nog so af in die straat in my gedagtes. Oorkant die straat het Tannie Nel gebly, haar gesig kan ek nie meer so lekker onthou nie, want sien ek was nog nie eers skool toe nie toe ons daar gebly het. Maar ek onthou daar agter in haar Backyard was 'n groot moerbei boom met sukke groot vet swart vruggies. My ma het altyd geraas as ek moes en die goed op my klere kry. Ek het 'n boks gehad met sywurms en het altyd blare gepluk daar by Tannie Nel. Dan kyk ek hoe kneers hulle aan die blare en later spin hulle mooi huisies om in te kruip.

Oom Jock het verder af in die sraat gebly, die tannie het 'n mongoltjie dogter gehad en ek het baie by haar gespeel. Vandag word hulle beskou as Hemels kinders geleen van ons mooi Vader. Oom Jock en my Pa het belang gestel in "Radio Hams" is dit die regte woord daarvoor? Ag julle weet mos wat ek bedoel ... buite in hul tuin was die lang pal met baie drade styfgespan om die ding optehou. Terwyl my Ma by die Tannie kuier is die mans daar in die kamer besig met die Oom se Radio goed. Die tannie het altyd lekker soet koekies gebak.

Ons het so aan die voet van die berg gebly, die kable karretjies het so oor die huise gehang want sien hulle het iets gemyn daar in die berg, miskien was die asbestos of iets. Dan word dit in die karretjies gelaai en dan tot onder by die myn gebring. Ons groot bruin rifrig hond Oubaas was agter vasgemaak aan 'n lang kettang maar hy kon die hele agterplaas vol loop, dis nou as Pa by die werk was.

Toe ek so klein was het my ma hulle my vertel my boeties was daar op die berg hulle sterte was nog nie afgekap nie (dis nou die bobbejanntjies)... sien ek is die enigste kind. Ek raak so upset as hulle die grass brand daar op die berg. Die vuur brand dan die boobejaantjies. Ag ouers kan tog so baie jok vir mens .... Maar die mooi rooi vlamme so in 'n lang ry daar op die berg, kruip so stadig vorentoe en die ruik van die grass brande is vars ... vandag nog is ek mal oor vure, net ek maak hulle in 'n kagel of donga.

Ag ek wens ek het fotos gehad om julle te wys .....

Until nexttime
Rina

PS. Flat White het my bekommerd gemaak or the asbes en toe gaan Google ek gou, gelukkig was dit goud wat gemyn is.

Come meet Rhonda

Let me introduce you to Rhonda Jean from Down to Earth. I know Rhonda for a few years now and she is one of the nicest ladies you will ever meet. So pop over to her blog for a visit, well worth the time. Then join our forum on Living Simply



Rhonda Jean asked What is your story?
I am pretty sure just about everyone knows my story but I'm interested in yours. Why did you decide to simplify? How far are you along in your journey? How did you start and what do you do everyday that affirms for you that this is the life for you?



Daisysmum ... My Grandmother was my teacher and role model, I spent holidays with her and we gardened, baked, crafted and even dressed chooks and made beef jerky together. She taught me to make butter, dry fruit on wire racks in the sun, She lived on a sheep farm her whole life and knew it all. That stayed with me and as I got older I practised what she taught me. Always gardened and crafted, cooked from scratch mostly. When we moved to OZ and finally bought a property and now renting a small holding as well, I have got chooks and sheep. I am glad to have this time to learn more and be able to help others, find their feet.Some friends/workmates/family do think we are a little excentric, and really I am not about to change for anybody. A few are slowly coming to think our lifestyle is a good choice. I sometimes wish my DH was a little more greener, but he has come along way already. My daughter has without realising it, "cause that how thing are done" been semi green for a long time.Even if I won lotto tomorrow, I still would live the way I am today. It is a sense of achivement to be able to do something for family and yourself.



Rhonda Jean asked What is complicating your life right now?
Are you trying to live more simply but something is stopping you? Is your work taking up too much time and energy? Are you living in the wrong area? Is your family dead against living simply? Are you still caught up with spending? Whatever it is, tell us what you're struggling with and how you intend to work through



Daisysmum ... In our case it would be not having enough super to cover us for a few years, and it does not help when you down an $20 000 with this economy thing. I know we don't need as much as they say cause we not planning on being extravigant. We still need to build a small home and put up a shed ... finally found myself a builder who does not mind reusing a few bits of recycled materials. Our land needs to be paid off and we can't do that without working.But all that does not stop me from living as best I can atm, keeping the chooks and sheep, it all a learning curve. I see it as a trail period.



Rhonda Jean how do you view your house work?
I wrote about slowing down and living life to the full on my blog today. There were many great comments but Amanda's struck me as a very practical way of looking at this way of living. She wrote:"thanks for the post, it was just what i needed on my fri morning. i agree that it is the mindfulness and purpose that makes a difference. i don't like doing dishes and can easily become resentful if i feel like i'm doing it more than my partner. but this morning i just reminded myself that i'm excited about my friend coming to stay for the long weekend and i want things to be neat for her."It's amazing how just looking at something in a different way can help re-adjust how we view what is happening in our lives. Have you changed the way you look at your work since you started to simplify?



Daisysmum ... Well now this is an interesting question, I mean the housework. I am not the best housewife and never will be. I blame my mother walking with the vacuum behind everyone, not giving you a chance to finish what you doing, without her starting the cleaning process again. I said I never want to be like that!We have had a much more relaxed way of living but atm it's far to relaxed. I would rather be outside digging holes amd mowing the lawns, feeding animals. Cleaning as required and it can't wait any longer.Flat out just doing the basic with very little help from 28yr old Dear Daughter and husband does his bit by feeding the dogs at night. The real problem is lack of time, we leave at 4.30 am and only get back after 6pm then it's feeding animals and dinner, checking clothes for tomorrow and dishes, no time for other stuff.



Gillie asked I have a question I've been pondering for some time- it's kind of related to the technology question above but I was really interested in whether people think television hinders simple living? I am in my 20's and grew up watching television as part of everyday life. Me and my OH have been moving towards a simpler and more frugal life for the past two years and I've recently realised that whatever i do, i seem to have the television on, whether I'm watching it or it's just on in the background. If I'm knitting, I'm watching television, Sewing- television, craft projects. However, my OH's Auntie and Gran do not have a television in their house at all and i LOVE going over there. I love sitting round chatting with a cup of tea or knitting together. I love the atmosphere of their houses and i always say i want our flat to be more like theirs in terms of atmosphere as it's always so relaxing and peaceful

Daisysmum ... Dear husband lovesssss his TV, rugby, wrestling, cowboy movies and more sport ... drives me nuts so I just spend my time in front of the computer, feeding animals, gardening or washing dishes. He knows my dislike but keeps watching, so be it.But when we at the farm, we have dinner outside under the pergola by citronella torches, with a chandlelier of stars lighting up the sky. Then the radio get turned on to rugbyTo much TV depends if your alone or have company, then it's off otherwise it's just plain rude leaving it on.

Gemmerbier en Oumas

Kyk wie kon nou better Gemmerbier make as my Ouma, niks was fout met haar hande nie. Now die storie is oor Gemmer bier wat ons daar by Pelgrimsrus gekoop het in sukke mooi pottery bottels. Die kinder was nog baie klein toe, so dit is baie lank terug. Maar ek onthou dit was in die somer en ons het so lekker daar rondgeloop en alles bekyk. Gemmerbier gekoop en in die kar se boot gesit, hmmm die bier het warm geword en die proppe het begin skit ... watter gemors hoor.

Dit was wonderlik om so baie tyd saam met my Ouma en Oom Dan te kom spandeer, sommer maande op 'n slag. Oom Dan het aan bom skok gely en Ouma het vir haar broer gesorg. Saam het hulle meer as 'n akker groente en vrugte bome versorg, rye wit mielies jy kom wegkruipertjie speel. Sy was 'n regte boeretannie, so sterk soos 'n os met 'n hart van goud. Ouma het geglo 'n vrou se handed moet besig bly. Oupa hulle het vir jare met skape geboer daar anderkant Vryburg maar nadat hy oorlede is het Ouma koshuis moeder geword.



Later koop sy 'n huis met die groot erf in Paris. Dis nou Paris in die Vrystaat. Dis waar ons gebak en brou het , regte botter in die glas bottel gemaak het, hoenders gevoer en eiers gaan soek, gehelp verre pluk as sy hoenders slag. Skaap slag was geen problem en as alles verby is dan maak sy lekker kerrie afval. Sondag na kerk was daar skaap boud met vars aartapples van die tuin. In die kerk mos jy stil sit anders kry jy nie 'n pepermintjie wat sy in haar handsak gebere het nie. Ouma het self biltong gemaak strepsakke vol, dan bere sy dit daar onder in die kombuis kas langs die droe vrugte. Ouma het my geleer hekel, skeef en krom, maar vandag kan ek vir my kleinseuns hulle eie bersies maak. Daar in my kis is nog ouma se knie kombersie +- 50 jaar oud en 'n resepte book wat ek by my ma vasgele het (nadat sy begin resepte inplak)

Maar die memories is nog by my en ek weet Ouma glimlag van daarbo. Ek het altyd daar op haar bed gesit en my verkyk hou sy daardie lang swart/grys hare uitkam en dan vleg totdat dit dun raak. More word die hare in 'n bollatjie gemaak en sy trek een van baie voorskote aan, reg vir nog 'n dag. Ek was 13 jaar oud en haar enigste kleinkind toe Ouma rustig in haar slaap oorlede is.

Ek het soveel mooi memories van my Ouma Mimmie, dinge wat sy gedoen het, my geleer het en gewys het wat tot vandag toe by my is. Ek hoop om eendag die selfde vir my Kleinseuns te kan betekken wat Ouma vir my was. Miskien was daar iemand anders in julle lewe met die selfde invloed op jou. Kom vertel 'n bietjie.

Until Nexttime
Rina

We heading up to "our slice of heaven" or more formally known as Lavender Hill for a few days. Could both do with a little break but there's a mountain of mowing, slashing and clearing to do. Might need a holiday after the "Holiday" lol.

Keep safe

until nexttime

Rina

Judging a book by it cover?

What truly lies behind that book you judge so easily, same goes for anyone of us, why judge us before you even know who we are, what we want or for what reason we pass into "your space" Maybe we don't want anything from you. Block us out if you like but you might be the poorer for that.

I have been judged my whole life, just as you were, every time somebody serves us in a shop, everytime you meet another person, the only thing that does not judge us is man's best friend. No matter how shit you treat the dog, it comes back wagging it's tail looking with big eyes at you.

I made that mistake years ago, working in a pharmacy there in Sunnyside, Pretoria. This young girlie came in pushing a pram, asked for help buying cosmetics, I judged her ... yeh right as if you could afford that! She payed with a gold Amex card. Right maybe I was wrong?

There's that time when we stayed in Durban, my mom loved visiting this clothing store owned by some Jewish ladies, they fell over backward to help her as soon as they heard she's going overseas, then they were on first name bases? If I went in there alone they wouldn't even bother giving you a glass of water if I collasped in their doorway. It's not as if I never went there without my mom. Should I go on .......

Oh I forgot to tell you about this wonderful conversation I had a while back with the man from the sewing machine shop. He mentioned their new pastor was South African, just resently come over, so I get his Ph no and give them a call, Welcoming them to Kempsey and wanting to invite them around the next time they headed up the mountain where we got a small farm. Well That went well... Not. He was so rude and abrunt even considering his profession. Did not even invite me to go to his church. I put down the phone thinking did that just happen ... why bother.

Have you been treated like that before yeh I bet you have ... If you don't think so, well then you must be lying to yourself. You dress to inpress ... who? You put yourself in blogland ... but you don't want your space invaded ... then go private!

All I can say is Life is short. I do apologize for this rant, it's not like me at all.
Until nexttime
Rina

Sometimes I wonder........

Family gene's are sometimes so strong, you watch those sad programs on TV where people try trace their biological mom or dad, or siblings. For years these people have tried and sometimes the parents are the one's who can't get over the sadness or regret, and go looking. They're left in limbo, to scared of the rejection and the hurt, wondering!

I am so greatful my story is nothing like that. I had two wonderful parents who most of the time loved me. Like most kids I had my moments of mischief, like the time Dad caught me smoking, gave me a whollipping I never forget. Then Mom found the packet of cigerettes, told dad and I got another whollipping. How dumb could you get!!Anyway most of the time I was good, never really got into any mischieve.

I remember people asking Mom "Is that your child? she looks nothing like you" well Mom said she got sick of the questioning, so told them what they wanted to hear "No she's adopted" that normally shut them up. Well a seed was planted in my small head, and until today I sometimes wonder ... I do look like my fatherside of the family, so just maybe there is a grain of truth there somewhere. Jokingly I mentioned this to my mother on the last visit to South Africa, when once again her neighbour uttered the same words, and she gave the same reply jokingly ... I asked are you sure my aunt is not really my mother.

Always had a special place in my heart for my aunt, a secret wonder if she is not my real mother. We had a little family gathering to catch up with my Dad's brother and sister, I hadn't seen them in 18 yrs, wow that's along time. Dad passed away in Sept 1999. We had a great time reminising. My Aunt dropped me off and while we were driving, we chatted away happily. I realised how very much alike we were, even looking alike. How strange is that! But When it came to saying goodbye, it felt like a little piece of my was torn apart, leaving a hole in my heart. Gave her such a big hug, poor woman proably had no idea why.

Oh how I wish I was brave enough to have asked that question, would I just have made a fool of myself. I am 50 something what does it matter anyway.

Until nexttime
Rina

Tea anyone?

Your invited to check out what we doing this Easter long weekend, so hop on over to the other blog. It's going to be a 3 part session to please come back again.

Have a lovely peaceful Easter weekend.

Rina

Ons verk van die hitte, nou dans ek maar die "RainDance"

Posted on Twisted Sisters 18 Dec2009.

En daar reen dit mos vanoggend, en dit drizzle nou nog saggies daar buite. Ek het geploeg en saad gegooi so in gister se hitte. Nou is Ek ook baie dankbaar vir die reen want daar sonder kon die fire manne nou nog gesukkel het om daardie groot vure dood te kry. Dit het gebrand so 40km hier vandan jy kon dit ruik.

Gister was dit oor die 42 buite, die catte het met oop bekkies gesit, vir die hoender het ek die grond in hul hokke natgespuit en gereelt water verander. Daisy het maar daar langs die volksie gele ... Almal het gevrek van die hitte.

Toe begin die weerlig en donderslaai, maar die reen nie hier in Mulgoa nie, verder af in die straat staan die polle water ...... Manlief kom huis toe so 3 uur, dis nou 'n wonderwerk dat hy die gemaak het, want hy het mos die pin no vergeet vir die petrol card vir diesel ingooi en het maar gebid hy maak die huis. (Ons haak maar die sleepwa met die kubbus tank vir water gaan haal daar by die villiage rural fire plek. En spuit maar met die tuinslang nat.)

Kyk ek gee op, wat gaan van my man word eendag. Vanmiddag gaan trek ek geld om die huur te betaal by die Nab en loop oor die straat en bank dit weer by die Common Wealth. Seg hy mos nou fill jy nie eers 'n vorm in nie?! Hy gee maar sy salaris elke week vir my dan moet ek maar doen wat nodig is.

Het ek julle al vertel van my volksie, ek werk mos daar by die servo, find mos uit van 'n wrecker wat volksies het, gaan kyk ook sommer. Daar staan sy met haar baby crap mostert sonder oe en haar binnegoed wil nie meer werk nie gesies, die kerel wil nog $400 vir haar he. Daar besluit ek sy's myne. Betaal hom ook sommer en reel vir 'n towtruck pannelbeater toe. Om 'n lang storie kort te maak Vandag sit sy in haar mooi cremesoda kleur daar onder die afdak met 'n bersie oor haar ronde rug en hou Daisy geselskaap. Julle sal maar vir my moet kans gee om oor haar te skryf as julle meer wil weet. (en my skoonpa se sondes), daar is nou 'n storie hoor.
see ya Rina_________________

My Volla storie en skoonpa

Jare terug na my divorce, toe my seuns nog baie klein was (30yrs ago) vir Mr X nie onderhoud betaal nie maar net $40 elk 'n maand, suip dit eerder uit. Ek jag hom so dat hy maar uiteindelik vir my 'n ou volla gee, miskien die nuwe girlfriend se volla. Ek wat dit sommer en hy sign sommer die kinder af ook. so dis volla no 1. (ek is mal oor vollas)

Ek gaan kuier so bietjie by ou kerel (first love hoor)met 2 kleingoed en daar is hy so desperate vir 'n vrou, hy wat sommer my met 2 kleintjie en al. Skoonma is te bly want sy het geweet eendag is eendag.... Nou skoonpa is iets anders, nou praat ek sleg van die dood maar kan nie lieg nie, hy suip soos 'n vis en rook 2 pakkies 'n dag, behandel skoonma soos... nou het julle die prentjie.

ML en Ek besluit ons wil SWA toe vir werk by Tsumbe se myn, maar ons kan nie 2 karre wat nie, so ML reel by skoonouers dat volla daar onder die afdak staan vir 2 jr of tot ons dit in SWA kan kry. No problem seg hy. Na 'n paar maande kry ons 'n gelendheid om volla te vervoer, bel SOuers. Sorry boetie maar SP het dit verkoop vir spares en drank gekoop .... my hart wil gaan staan van kwaadword, speechless ek se jou. ML belowe om eendag weer vir my een te koop.

Ons trek Durban toe, en alles is reg, kinder geniet hulle skole en die lewe gaan maar aan. ML begin sy eie besigheid en doen so good hy koop vir my 'n rooi Merc met spoilers en wind dinges op die boot. Hy trade nogal my Toyota Cressida s/w in vir die Merc (alles vir 'n verrassing wanneer Ek, 3 kinders en my Ma terugkom van vakansie) Ek is glad nie happy nie!!! Hoe doen mens nou lift club met 'n Merc?

Toe kom ons OZ toe, koop sommer 'n ou Falcon S/W maar na 6 maande smash ek die ding. Nou trein ons dit maar, pla my net as ek groceries koop. Toe eendag sien ek 'n wit volla vir $2500 by die car yard, en ek koop haar. Ons ry die hele wereld vol, van Wagga Wagga toe Orange toe Barrington Tops en Dungog. Ek soek plaas en kyk waar ek wil koop eendag. Ons verken die plek behoorlik.

Ek praat met die manne daar bly die volla plek, hy sit 'n grooter engine vir my in en maak reg die vloerpanne.( Ons het die flintstone brieke begin gebruik met daardie gat in die vloer.) Ek ry van Hurstville na Dural 5 dae 'n week, my baas is so nice hy sit skoon vir my petrol in elke week.

Toe hoor ek mos van daardie babycrap volla daar by die wreckers, sonder oe en gesiesde engine. Ek kry haar so jammer en koop haar, laai haar op en vat haar panelebeaters toe. Hy probeer my druk vir so wynrooi kleur maar ek het cremesoda in my kop. Ek koop net karre boeke met buds in en sien 'n volla net soos ek myne wil he. Dis 'n lang projek die, hy probeer nog steeds sy wynrooi storie. Maar uitendelik is sy reg vir verf, en hulle sit alles mooi aanmekaar. Sy ry lekker op die towtruck na die volla winkel, daar maak hulle een volla van die twee, haal 'n paar goed af van die wit volla, sit haar engine in die ander .... Uit endelik is sy klaar met haar nuwe interior en sitplekke, mooi cremesoda geverf en nuwe exhaurst. Ek ry die hele wereld vol.

Ons word verplaas Albury-Wodonga toe en eendag ry ons nog so, toe kom so volla by ons verby en wragtig dis die volla in die tydskrif. Kan jy glo... dog eers iemand het my volla gesteel. Nou staan sy maar daar onder die afdak met 'n bersie oor haar rug sonder licence omdat ons 'n werks voertuig het en dan nog 'n ander kar. Daisy hou haar maar geselskaap as dit so warm word. Fluit fluit my storie is uit.

Until nexttime
Rina

Lui Huisvrou Storie

Lui Huisvrou storie.Ok Betsy hier hy.... posted on Twisted Sister April 2009

Dis nou so 26 jaar gelede maar nog so vars soos gister. Manlief het begin werk by Tsumbe myn se smelter (Namibia) Ons kry "n myn huis so op "n hoek erf, net 'n kloesietjie gras hier en daar, anders net rooi grond. Oorkant bly Retha, manlief en 2 kleingoed. Langs ons is 'n Engelse paartjie nog vars uit Engeland. Albei is nice maar ek kuier by Retha, dis nou nie Retha van Canada nie, maar so blonde dingetjie.

Kyk sy was nou die beste voorbeeld vir enige vrou, moeder en partner. Baie dae het sy my so siek gehad van wonderlik wees ( was wasgoed , opgehang, was weer wasgoed, stoele word gepak op die tafel en was elke oggend die vloere ... Die sagte diertjies hang aan hulle ore op die wasgoed draad om droogte word, gewonder of die kinders ooit met hulle mag speel. Elke dag word daardie shoulderlength blonde hare gewas en in krullers gesit dan mooi gekam, gesig geplak so net voordat liefie huis toe kom. Kinder klaargeeet en gebad by 4 uur. (Myne hol nog vuil buite rond.)

My grootste vrees was Retha voor middag so oorkom, want sien ek was nou nie die beste huisvrou nie, het eerder tuin gemaak, gecraft of gelees. Een oggend klop sy mos voor 9am en dis mos die oggend wat ek op 'n half opgemaakte bed le en boek lees en wasbak propvol ontbyt skottelgoed is. Ek wens die aarde wil my insluk, net daar en dan besluit nooit weer lees ek boek toedat die huis skoon is nie. PS ek like nog steeds nie huiswerk nie

Maar Maureen die engelse nooitjie was die beste. Ken glad nie naartjies nie, wil ook nie probeer nie so ons eet lekker naartjie uit haar tuin. Manlief kom een aand van werk in met 'n bree smile op sy bek......se langsaan se kamer lig brand, gordyne oop en buurvroutjie spring daar rond topless met 'n blikkie gif spuitgoed agter vlie aan. Sies se ek hoekom het jy gekyk... wat anders moes ek doen se hy.

Jong ek het baie kopgeskud vir Maureen, gereeld hols wasgoed draad toe in haar onderklere. Enitlik het ons baie lekker gebly daar in SuidWes. Baie gaan vis vang by Henties en vars gerookte vis gewoonlik snoek of angelvis by Swakopmond gekoop. En Etosha panne was maar net 'n uur van ons. Te lekker.

Until next time
Groete Rina_________________

How to Preserve a Husband.

It's taken from 'The Aunt Daisy Cookbook with household tips" and it's great :D ... Borrowed from Sue'blog so hop on over there and leave her a comment, thanks.


How to preserve a husband


Be careful in your selection. Do not choose too young.

When once selected, give your entire thoughts to preparation for domestic use.

Some insist on keeping them in a pickle, others are constantly getting them into hot water.This may make them sour, hard and sometimes bitter. Even poor varieties may be made sweet, tender and good by garnishing them with patience, well sweetened with love and seasoned with kisses.

Wrap them in a mantle of of charity. Keep warm with a steady fire of domestic devotion and serve with peaches and cream.Thus prepared, they will keep for year

Suurdeeg beskuit

Hierdie is my ma se resep wat sy vir my oor die foon gegee het eendag. Nou sy maak gewoonlik haar besluit met die aartappel plantjie maar maak dit ook party keer met droe gis. Ek gebruik net die droe gis, he tnie tyd vir aartappelplantjie makery nie.

2.5kg koek meel (in Canada het ons net all-purpose flour)
8 afgeskutte teelepels droe gis op 250ml lou water
500ml suiker
3/4 pond botter
25ml of dan 2 eetlepels anys - as jy van anys in die beskuit hou
2 afgeskutte teelepels sout
750ml melk
4 eiers

Gooi die droe gis in die lou water. Laat dit staan. As die gis moet begin rys voordat jy dit gebruik. Hier in Canada het ek 2 soorte gis gesien: Fleischmann's Traditional active dry yeast en Fleischmann's Quick rise instant yeast. Ek koop die instant yeast, want die ander een staan te lank voordat dit begin. Boonop kan jy die instant yeast een aanmaak en amper onmiddelik ingooi sonder om regtig vir dit te wag. Ek laat dit net biejtie staan om seker te maak die gis werk nog.

Gooi die melk in 'n pot, gooi die suiker en botter daarin en laat smelt dit Wanneer klaar gesmelt, laat afkoel tot lou. Klits die eiers in die melk mengsel in. Gooi die suurdeeg in die melkmengsel nadat dit begin rys het. Meng die meel, sout en anys saam. Maak 'n gat in die middel en gooi die vloeistof daarin. Knie nou alles vir so plus-minus 10 minute. Die deeg moet glad en elasties wees. Jou deeg moet nog lou wees teen die tyd wat jy dit toemaak want anders het dit nie hitte om te help met die rys nie. Maak die skottel mooi toe sodat dit hitte kan hou. Omdat dit nie baie warm by my is nie, maak ek dit toe en sit dit in my spaarkamer met die deur toe en laat dit oornag staan.

So ek sal my beskuit deeg aanmaak in die aand. Dan knie ek dit die volgende oggend net so 'n bietjie . Ek smeer dan my panne met botter. Jy kan seker cook-'n-spray ook gebruik as jy wil Dan maak ek bolletjies. sit 'n biejtie botter tussen elke bolletjie. Oral waar die volgende bolletjie aan 'n ander bolletjie raak, kom so 'n klein bietjie botter. My ma het altyd 'n opgebondelde vadoek onder die agterste punt van die pan gesit sodat die pan skuins kan staan. ek neem aan dis sodat die bolletjies mooi teen mekaar insak. Ek maak ook maar so. As jy klaar is, dan klop jy 'n eier in bietjie melk en smeer die bolletjies aan die bokant daarmee met 'n kwas. Dis maar net dat die besluit daardie mooi bruin blink kop kan he agterna. Dan maak jy weer die beskuit toe en laat staan dit vir so 'n halfuur om weer te rys. Jy kan dit laat staan todat die bolletjies gerys het tot bo gelyk met die pan of jy kan jou oond op lou sit en dan die panne insit totdat die beskuit hoog genoeg gerys het en dan draai jy jou oond op na 180 grade celsius vir so 'n uur of tot mooi goud bruin bo op.

Laat afkoel en breek dan die bolleties uit mekaar. Hulle behoort mooi te deel daar waar jy die botter aangesmeer het. Jy kan die beskuit dan droog as jy wil. My man is mal oor nat beskuit. So ek sal genoeg vir een ontbyt sessie in plastiek sakkies pak en dit dan vries. Dan haal ek dit uit soos ons dit wil eet. Ek is te bang my beskuit muf, dis hoekom ek dit vries.

Baie Dankie Retha vir die recipe, ek soek nou al lank al vir die resep. En ek is seker daar nog Expats wat ook beskuit sal wil bak. Weer eers Dankie.

Until nexttime
Rina

Your invited to check out my other Blog

You might have noticed this blog is my story blog, a place to remember events and even the little things that happens in our lives and then some more ..... but if you would like more, just hop over to Our Slice Of Heaven Here you can read more and there's a few nice recipes as well. So if ever your heading to Sydney, let us know by leaving a comment on any post here, love to meet up for some good old country cooking.

Look forward to seeing you there.

Until Nexttime

Rina

Always remember you have within you the strength, the patience, and the passion to reach for the stars to change the world. ~Harriet Tubman.

New ID Please

Wat kan ek se ... Julle ken mos, jy wag en jy wag nog vir "The Department of Binnelandse sake" dis soos daardie tou waar jy staan om by die Dame uit te kom, dan moet jy nou weer in 'n ander tou gaan staan om te betaal. Jy staan voor en daar lui madame se selfoon, no problem, sy klets lekker eers voor sy jou help, terwyl jy wag. Nou jy will iets se maar hou jou maar in. Vandaar moet jy soos 'n krimeneel jou finger prints laat neem. Ek's op holidays, kuier by Ma, so ek het baie tyd, no problem. En hulle se dis reg 8 weke dan kan jy maar weer in die tou staan, of first phone this number. En ons maak so baie dankie. Ek hou maar lekker holidays vir 2 weeks en vang daardie direct flight back to Sydney.

8 weeks gaan verbly, Ma bel, no marrem, it's like this, here's one form jou never filled in, jou now have to come back and fill it in personally. But ... personally here in front of me ... Ma ry soontoe en vra waar's die vorm, kan sy sien en explain weer but she's in OZ. Personally ... sy draai haar rug en voorst gaps ma die vorm en uit by die deur. Ma pos die vorm na OZ, nou hoegemaak, miskien Camberra toe en teken dit voor hulle. So oulikke Dame help ons, vertel die storie, Dawn lag maar lekker en se she's never seen this form before. Let just apply from this side. en ons maak ook so. Apply sommer vir manlief se nuwe paasport.

Gister kom die groot koevert Registered Mail by die werk aan en raai wat my nuwe ID en die prentjie is nie te bad nie hoor al moet ek dit self se. Yahoo nou kan ek terug SA toe om daardie bank rekening te gaan oop maak. Ma worry haar vrek as iets gebeur met haar dan kry die goverment van die dag haar geld. Kyk sy sal regtig kom spook by hulle.

Until nexttime
Rina

The Mayonaise Jar

Thanks Marna for sharing.

When things in your life seemAlmost too much to handle,When 24 Hours in a day is not enough,Remember the mayonnaise jar And 2 cups of coffee.
A professor stood before his philosophy class And had some items in front of him.When the class began, wordlessly, He picked up a very largeand empty mayonnaise jarAnd proceeded to fill it with golf balls. He then asked the studentsIf the jar was full.They agreed that it was.The professor then picked up a box of pebbles and poured them into the jar. He shook the jar lightly. The pebbles rolled into the openAreas between the golf balls. He then askedThe students againIf the jar was full..They agreed it was.

The professor next picked up a box of sand And poured it into the jar.Of course, the sand filled up everything else.He asked once more if the jar was full.The students responded With an unanimous "yes." The professor then producedTwo cups of coffee from under the tableAnd poured the entire contents Into the jar, effectively Filling the Empty space between the sand. The students laughed."Now," said the professor,As the laughter subsided, "I want you to recognize thatThis jar represents your life.

The golf balls are the important things - God, family, children, health,Friends, and Favorite passions -- Things that if everything else waslost And only they remained, Your life would still be full.The pebbles are the other things that matter Like your job, house, and car.The sand is everything else --The small stuff."If you put the sand into the jar first,"He continued,"there is no room forThe pebbles or the golf balls. The same goes for life.If you spend all your timeAnd energy on the small stuff,You will never have room forThe things that areImportant to you. So...Pay attention to the thingsThat are critical to your happiness.Play With your children. Take time to get medical checkups.Take your partner out to dinner.Play another 18.

There will always be time To clean the houseAnd fix the disposal."Take care of the golf balls first --The things that really matter. Set your priorities.The rest is just sand."One of the students raised her handAnd inquired what the coffee represented. The professor smiled. "I'm glad you asked".It just goes to show you that no matter how full your life may seem,there's always room for A couple of cups of coffee with a friend."Please share this withSomeone you care about.I JUST DID.