The End Of My Thirty Ninth Year

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I am thirty nine years old today.
Thirty nine.
Today is the day I finish my third decade on this planet and begin my fourth.
I am often told I look younger than I am and I get a kick out of that every SINGLE time!

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I was born in 1973. Or MCMLXXIII if you want to get technical.
In South African history, there were some serious strikes in Durban which had far-reaching effects on unionism in our country, and Sharlto Copley was born. Elsewhere, the Endangered Species Act was passed in the United States and Pablo Picasso died.
The most popular movie released in 1973 was The Exorcist, the Oscar winner for best picture was The Godfather, and Sacheen Littlefeather stood in for Marlon Brando and refused the Best Actor Oscar for Brando’s role in The Godfather, to protest the U.S. government’s treatment of Native Americans.
The Nobel Peace Prize went to Henry A. Kissinger (US) and Le Duc Tho (North Vietnam), and Nixon accepted responsibility for Watergate.
The Transmission Control Protocol/Internet Protocol (TCP/IP) is designed and in 1983 it becomes the standard for communicating between computers over the Internet.
Some of the coolest songs were released in 1973 (according to! Like Bad Bad Leroy Brown, Crocodile RockWill It Go Round in Circles, Smoke on the WaterYou’re So Vain, Cover of the Rolling StoneKodachrome and and one of my all time favourite pieces of music – Dueling Banjos!

I have done a lot in my thirty nine years… Not nearly as much as I thought I would have done, but a lot nonetheless.

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I celebrated my birthday a month ago as having a birthday on this particular date in the year doesn’t bode well when it comes to parties, what with people being on holiday, broke, hungover and otherwise distracted by the festive season…

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In all honesty, I am feeling very old… My left knee is shot, my right ankle still aches from when I tore the ligaments, I have a little bit of arthritis-like aches in my fingers sometimes, my back is shot, and I am ri-DICK-ulously overweight. And if there’s one thing I want to fix before I actually turn forty, its my weight.

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I am almost ashamed to admit that I have actually had a couple of pity parties all on my own, bemoaning the state of myself and how little I have done with what I have been given… And then I count my blessings and I am pleased with what I have achieved.
I am actively supporting a couple of charities, I am supporting other parents, I am doing what I love to do to make a living, my son is happy and employed, I have a husband I just adore, I have more pets than I ever thought I would want to have, I have a beautiful house, and I am having a blast on social media!
I have the most incredible friends and I have a wonderful family, including the one I married into.

I know who I am and I like who I am. I am learning to mingle with strangers and I am not afraid to stand up for me, or to say no if I have to.

Happy birthday to me.

Celebrating #AnGlugBirthday

This year, my Glugster and I celebrated our birthdays together for the first time!

I usually celebrate my birthday a month early as I was born on a date on which people are seldom around, sober, or have any money, and it is often overlooked because three days after Christmas and three days before the New Year, people have a lot on their minds! That said, I do love to celebrate it and I can’t just let it go by.
My husband was never big on celebrating his birthday, but as I think birthdays are important, I changed that when we started seeing each other.

His birthday is about two months before mine, so celebrating mine a month early and his a month late meant we could meet “in the middle” and decided to do something all our loved ones could enjoy.

We opted to go 120 years behind the times and headed for Gilroy’s in Muldersdrift.

I sent out save the date notifications waaaay in advance of the date and by the time I phoned to book a table (you have to book if you’re heading there) I had 60+ RSVPs! Knowing people and events like I do though, I booked a table for 40 people and it turned out that that was perfect! We had two long tables reserved for us and we filled them up toot sweet!
I took my camera with me but I didn’t take it out of its bag!
I baked a whole lot of mine and my Glugster’s favourite cupcakes (Oreo, red velvet and strawberry) to take with us as dessert and they went down a treat!

We had a fabulous time! Almost all of our favourite people in the world were there to celebrate with us, and if you’ve been to Gilroy’s you’ll know the atmosphere is simply awesome. The food is fabulous and even if you’re not a beer drinker its worth trying at least one. There’s lots to keep the kids busy too- if you have some extra cash- so lots of the parents could enjoy their afternoon without kids counting their teeth!

Thank you to all who joined us, and thank you for the gifts we received!

Super Nathan’s Birthday Is Coming Up…

I got this from my mom (I don’t know where she got it):

The first year after the loss of a child is like walking in a maze with no outlet. You look for answers and ways to stop the pain. Each day is a struggle to get through the intense anxiety and depression. 
Creating rituals in order to remember their child on special days will help the parents deal with their grief. Celebrating their child’s birthday gives recently bereaved parents & family a chance to focus on happier times for a while, rather than the pain of their loss.

This Saturday would have been my sweet little dude’s eighth birthday…

Its been really hard to think about it because in the past we would have been making plans for a celebration and hiring a jumping castle and making arrangements for him to spend a weekend with his daddy so we could all see him and make a fuss of him. He loved his birthday parties.

We are still getting together as a family this weekend, to remember our Nathan and celebrate his remarkable life.

If you would like to celebrate with us, wherever you are, we are going to be releasing balloons at 2pm with messages and memories tied to them or written on them.

It is three months to the day since we lost our boy.

I miss him so very much.

My Knucklehead Is Officially Grown Up!

Today, right this minute actually – seventeen minutes to three in the morning – my son ends his twenty first year on this planet, and he’s not even home!

He’s hardly ever home lately… He’s not working, but he spends his days with friends and doing odd-jobs here and there, and last night I got a text saying he’d be home today some time. I’m a tad torn between understanding and liking that he has a life and being relieved that he’s not a clingy mama’s boy, and not being able to wake him up on his birthday!


Our family has a tradition that- on special birthdays- we give the birthday boy or girl a box of jelly powder and a tin of condensed milk! This stems from when my dad was a little boy, and the jelly and condensed milk was given as a gift at times when money was scarce. The knucklehead’s sweet package will be waiting for him on his bed for when he gets home. We are going out to lunch tomorrow, the three of us and my parents, but the party I wanted to throw will have to wait until later in the year.

Today I will be baking a black velvet cake with cream cheese icing, as my darling knucklehead requested, and I will let him choose what we have for supper tonight!

Happy happy birthday my darling boy. I love you to the moon. I hope today signals the start of a glorious new year.

There’s no next time. It’s now or never.

Lately I am feeling really old…

My boy turns 21 soon soon – you may have noticed I put a new ticker up in the top left hand corner of my blog so you can see me aging by the second!

I realised why I am feeling old. In my life up until now, since I found out I was pregnant with my knucklehead, I never seemed to imagine my life after he turned 21… I did all these calculations in my head as he was growing up – you know the ones? Like, when he is 1 year old I’ll be 18 years old, and when he is 10 years old I’ll be 27 years old! When he turns 18 I’ll be 35 and when he turns 21 I’ll be 38 years old!

But I never did the sums past his 21st birthday!


The title of this post is a quote from Celestine Chua