Two Bloggerwards!

A few months ago already, I was awarded some bloggy bling, and I’ve been such a bad blogger that I haven’t blogged them or passed them on! So not on!

I am always immensely flattered when I get bloggy bling like this! I love that someone took the time to add my URL to my name and write a sentence about just me. Thank you so very much! And I got some really flattering sentences too, check this out!


The first time I got a notification about the lovely blog award it was from Unwritten and I was blown away! Look what she wrote: Fellow ADHDer Mom. The best and MOST RESOURCEFUL ADHD Mommy blogger in SA (and I should know this because I read MANY of those types of blogs). She provides me with the most awesome behind-the-scenes support and has literally been more of a lifeline to me than she would ever know.


Then I got a notification from Caz over at Spacebook and she wrote: Angel is kind of this maternal figure to all of us. She has a massive capacity for love. Plus she’s arty and creative and drove all the way across Joburg to meet me.


And then I got a notification from Cupcakemummy and Fish and she said: mom of an ADHD child, not afraid to have her say and she loves cupcakes! Enough said…


And last but not least, I got a notification from alidaonline at Seize the Chocolate that she had given me both awards at the same time, and she wrote: This lady is the very reason I started blogging. Didn’t have a clue what blogging was until I met her.

Of course, the way all blog awards work is that you thank the award-giver (or givers if there are more than one) and link back to them in your post. Then you tell your readers seven things (or 5 or 10 or 15 things, depending on the meme) about yourself. The last step is to give this award to other bloggers, and contact those bloggers and let them know about it.

And now for seven things about me. This gets harder every time ‘coz there’s very little I haven’t blogged over the years! Let me think… Seven things… Seven interesting things… Okay. Seven things. Seven little things.

Okay. First up. I am a list person. Shopping lists. Christmas lists. Guest lists. I have a list that I use when I pack a bag to go away with, like for holidays & weekends, and if I don’t use the list I will leave something at home. The first time I made a list like this was when Damien was a baby because I always left something of his at home! Now I make them all the time, mostly using my phone.

Secondly. I have no memory when it comes to books, movies or TV series. I can read the same books over and over again, and watch movies or TV programs over and over again and I never remember how they ended, or the exact details of the story. Its like my brain has decided that if it isn’t important, it doesn’t need to remember it.

Number three. My brain never stops. I am constantly mulling over not only my own thoughts and issues but those of other people too. I have been known to send an email or a text message out of the blue with an idea or a message for someone else because something they may have been dealing with has been on my mind.

Fourth. When I was young I decided I didn’t want to have children. Simply because I was afraid to have children because I wasn’t sure I would be able to control my temper. As a teen I was prone to outbursts of anger where I would literally go blind with rage for no reason at all, and I was terrified I would hurt someone.

Fifth. I am prone to outbursts of impatience, mostly with myself. And that’s putting it very mildly. Slamming doors. Throwing things. Swearing. And just about anything can set me off! Noisy neighbours. Putting something away where I swore I would be able to find it again. Its pathetic because its so juvenile and so pointless. I have to actually concentrate and shake myself not to behave like this. For one thing, my son has learnt to behave this way from watching me and that makes me feel very guilty.

And the sixth point on this list. I am a hoarder. There. I said it. If it wasn’t for my Glugster, our house would be full to overflowing with crap. As it is, there is too much “stuff” in the house. I don’t want to elaborate too much because I am ashamed of this, but if I am left to my own devices, I would end up on one of those TV shows.

And the last point… I have a bit of a Coke habit… Regular or Zero, as long as its cold. And Cherry!? Oh lawdy yes please…


And now to pass these awards on to other bloggers… Here they are, in no particular order (and no, I didn’t check to see who has already received this award and who hasn’t).


the “One Lovely Blog Award” goes to

The Nocturnal Wenchy. If you dunno who she is then I dunno where you’ve been! She’s proper. She’s a tattooed wife, mother and friend. And recently- a cat slave.

Rantings From The Time Out Corner. An awesome mom to some wonderful boys, she also has ADHD issues to deal with and her blog posts make me laugh.

Enjoying The Small Things. I um-ed and ah-ed about including this blog on my award list… for one thing, whilst I do read her blog I almost never comment, and for me that’s odd, but with 600-odd comments on a blog post it can be a little intimidating… 😛 It is an amazing blog though. She is an incredible mom, a fabulous photographer and a wonderful writer.

Elise. After a long abscence she reappeared in my Google stream and I was ecstatic!

Cupcakemummy and Fish. Yup. I’m giving it back to her. Even my Glugster says she and I are alike and in my book that makes her uber cool… 😛


the “Versatile Blogger Award” goes to

Tamara of Doodles of a Journo. A beautiful woman with a beautiful heart and a beautiful mind. She’s a freelance journalist, a wife, a Christian, a cat lover, a crafter, and a whizz in her kitchen.

Darla. She’s a tattooed military wife and a cat slave who lives in Germany, looks after wounded soldiers, she’s a hooker, and is about to set off on an adoption adventure. Um. By hooker, I mean she loves to crochet.


Why Is It…

…that these days its unusual to see someone drive like they know what the road rules are!!??!

What has happened to good manners? What became of having a little compassion and empathy? That’s really all the road rules boil down to if you give them a good hard look.

What am I getting at? Take a simple 5 minute drive to the local shopping centre for bread and milk, and see how many drivers are jumping traffic lights, ignoring no-entry signs, stopping right outside the door to the shop so they can run in and draw cash because- as you know– no one else is ever in as big a hurry as they are. Taxis stop every two hundred metres, indicators and traffic be damned. Stop streets are merely a suggestion. Eight out of ten drivers seem to have adopted the “I’ll drive like a wanker else I’ll never get anywhere” attitude and all it does is make it worse!

And there are so many people who boast about how they drive like nutcases! They openly brag about it! How often have you heard someone say “Oh but I never drive like that with my son/ daughter/ wife/ grandchildren in the car!” What about all the sons, daughters, wives and grandchildren in the cars around them!? Don’t they hear the irony!? Should someone else cause an accident and they lose a loved one they’re all but out for blood- but they will get in their car tomorrow and endanger countless other lives with the same reckless behaviour without batting an eyelid!

It takes just one person to ignore the fact that an intersection is not the place to rush into and then stop when the light is going orange- thereby blocking off the people who were supposed to be crossing that intersection at the next light change- to cause the ripples on the traffic pond that turn what could have been a perfectly flowing traffic stream into an I’m-going-to-screw-you-because-I-got-screwed disaster area!

Its now routine to perform your morning ablutions behind your steering wheel instead of getting up 10 minutes earlier to do them in your own bathroom!

Did you know, that if you sneeze when you’re driving at 120km per hour on a highway, your eyes are closed for 10 metres! Do you know how much can happen on a road in 10 metres?! And if you are texting or reading the news, or putting on make up, or eating your breakfast- how long do you think your eyes are off the road in front of you and behind you?!? Can you not put your make up on when you get to your office parking lot? Why can’t you eat your breakfast when you got to work, or take 3 minutes to do it at home before you leave!?

And you irresponsible tits who drive with your children on your laps! What the fork is wrong with you!??! Where do you think that kid is going to go if the car in front of you suddenly stops?

I have had my share of fines- I’m far from innocent- but I stick to the rules of the road because they’re there for a reason. Yes, I scream and swear in anger whilst I drive- I have a vocabulary to rival a sailor’s- but I am not going to tailgate you or cut you off because you did it to me. I am usually the one being sworn and hooted at because I am the one who decides NOT to go and sit in a congested intersection. I use my indicators. I use my mirrors.

I drive this way- sticking to the rules and trying to be polite- because my son is watching me do so. How am I supposed to teach him to have respect for the law if I don’t have any!?

You may not rob banks, or steal cars, but if you break the law when you’re behind your steering wheel you are a criminal. Plain and simple.

And do you have any idea how forking scared I am of the thought of my son being behind the wheel of a half a ton of power, with a bunch of pissed off, lunatic, criminals on our roads?!

…come play on my roller coaster…

Old Notebook Entries…

These scribbles are from 2006/ 2007 I think… I may even have blogged them before but when I found an old notebook that used to live in my handbag I was surprised by some of the scribbles I found in it. I think I’m going to be posting snippets from the book for a while.


First day of highschool.


Damien opted for his full winter uniform- blazer and all. It was cold, rainy and overcast- perfect.

He could barely sleep last night for excitement and this morning when I parked outside the school he got nervous, and Damien nervous is very serious and quiet… I hope no-one misinterprets.

The school kids filled the hall, parents who opted to stay were in the gallery for the assembly, where the matric learners would usually sit. My first thought when I stepped into the gallery was “I never got here”.

The new grade 8 learners waited outside and when they were called had to troop across the stage and down to the floor while the school screamed and cheered and whistled and clapped. The newbies were carrying their baby picture name tag posters with them as they walked and they each had a sticker on their foreheads- Damien’s was neon green (like his poster)- and others were orange. I’ll have to ask him what that means.*

The thing that struck me with Damien – he’s alone. I took almost all my grade 7 classmates to highschool with me, he knows no-one here. I pray he’ll make some new friends soon.

*I didn’t ask…


Holding Thumbs…

I really want to speak at the next ADHASA Parents’ Seminar… so much so that I have already started working on my presentation! It’s probably about a year away, but I will be working my magic on them to get onto the list before then.

I am thinking positive!