An Old Irish Blessing ... May the road rise up to meet you.May the wind always be at your back.May the sun shine warm upon your face,and rains fall soft upon your fields.And until we meet again,May God hold you in the palm of His hand.

"It is said some lives are linked across time. There are certain people connected by an ancient calling that echoes through the ages....destiny."

Life is a fleeting moment. Why live life in moderation and control when it lasts so short a time. Love until you drown in the happiness, laugh until the air you breath escapes you, cry until your tears are dry and live like the next second death will take your soul. Life is yours to live, and live it you must, not in the fear of what is to come next. That Next Place is waiting for you. It waits, in the hope that you will come fulfilled and ready, not in longing and regret.

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Wishing you a wonderful new week..Like little birds, we only fly when we get shaken out of our nests; and develop the strongest wings only when we try them against the wind. The dove in a fable, was perturbed because the wind ruffled its feathers, but without that air it could neither soar nor live. In struggle, it is prudent to not wish away every opposition. It is better to meet and master our difficulties that faith can be made stronger through conflict.~Leroy Brownlow~With much love allways

Tuesday, July 6, 2010

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



  1. Ek kan ook maar net my skop skud oor Google se translation :)

    Doen myne maar self ... baie beter!

  2. The translation was not to good was it :0)
    Glad you translated for us