Today marks the 7th anniversary of the night I met and fell in love with my Glugster. What was supposed to be a blogger meetup to put a real person to the online person I had become friends with, became a date very quickly.

Two weeks later, he met my daddy darling and my brother on Christmas Day, and I announced to the world that I got a boyfriend for Christmas.
I’d been single and a single mom for so long that my mom and my gran actually cried…


Now he is my husband.
He’s my best friend, my lover, my sounding board, my cheerleader, my advisor, and my co-parent.
He’s my first call, my first thought, my next of kin.

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He listens to me and he loves me, even when I start a sentence in the middle of a thought and he has no idea what I’m talking about. He records TV shows he knows I’ll like, even if he’s not interested in seeing them.
He surprises me with little things that he knows I love, and if I asked him he wouldn’t hesitate to go and get me an ice cream in the middle of the night!

The night we met, when we came back down to earth, we had the wait staff standing at the door of the restaurant and all the chairs and tables stacked around us! We were completely oblivious to everything and everyone but each other and it was going on 2am!
It was amazing! I could hardly wait to see him again, and then I put the poor man through the wringer for a few months ‘coz I didn’t think I could handle parenting my son and a relationship, but he wouldn’t let me go.
And tonight, he’s taking me back to that restaurant!

I love you babe. With all my heart. Here’s to seven HUNDRED more!

Mother’s Day 2014

After my darling Glugster let me sleep late and then made me breakfast in bed, I got to spend the day with my family!

My knucklehead, my mommy and daddy darling, sister B and sister C, da Bruvva and their families (we were short a couple of nephews and a niece – all grown ups and doing their own thing) were all at our house!
We did a bring-and-share like we usually do when we all get together as its easier than trying to make salad-rice-veggies-rolls for 20, and today we had a veritable smorgasbord! Roast beef, veggies, mac-n-cheese, KFC… Talk about a crazy mish-mash!
I was surrounded all day by my loved ones and my dogs… What could have been better!
We talked and laughed, we played with the dogs, we ate too much food (and no, apart from my breakfast I did not stick to my new eating plan at all), we took a lot of photographs – it was glorious.

I am lucky and happy to be able to wish my mommy darling on Mother’s Day and hug her and kiss her and spend time with her.

And yesterday I got to spend some time with my mom-in-law!
With our two Lab puppies in tow, we spent the day with my Glugster’s parents and in case you haven’t been reading my blog forever and a day, I lucked out in the in-laws department — I couldn’t have asked for a better mom-in-law!

Happy Mother’s Day to my mommy darling and my very special mom-in-law, I am blessed indeed.

A very happy Mother’s Day to my very many mom friends.

A peaceful Mother’s Day to my friends who are moms to angels in heaven.

A loving Mother’s Day to my friends who celebrate today in memory of their mommy darlings.

On Dining At Table

Some of the most important conversations I’ve ever had occurred at my family’s dinner table.” Bob Ehrlich

When I was growing up, my family ate dinner at the table every night, except for the occasional Sunday supper of toast-and-tea in front of 50/50.
Our parents both worked full day, and it was one of our chores to cook dinner and set the table, and we took turns doing it.
There was no TV (and back then there were no cellphones), and if we had friends over they were invited to join us at table.
And table manners were imperative – no eating before everyone was seated, elbows off, both your knife and your fork were to be used, no talking with your mouth full, and no leaving the table without asking to be excused. You asked for the salt to be passed to you and you didn’t slurp your spagetti.

Comedy has always been important in my family. If you got in a good joke at the dinner table, it meant more than almost anything else.” Isla Fisher

A few months ago, my mommy and daddy darling gave me a wooden table. This particular table was used as a desk by my Ouma Jean when she was employed by Cullinan, and when she left Cullinan my daddy darling used it as a desk. And for a long time now its been used by my folks on their stoep- but it didn’t do well outside…
Then when we moved into this house I lost a lot of the kitchen work space I’d had before, so my folks said I could have the table!

20131201_084525_small I don’t have proper dining chairs yet, and I intend to buy some mis-matched wooden chairs over time but we’re using the table every night!

I’ve never been to a dinner party where everyone at the dinner table didn’t say something funny.” Lorrie Moore

When my knucklehead was a little boy, we had a dining room table and chairs, and we ate at the table, but we haven’t had one for a long time.
There was no question from the knucklehead when the table arrived and we started eating dinner at the table, and he remembers most of the etiquette he was taught growing up.
And the other day a friend of his was visiting and when he said he would like to eat, the knucklehead joked that he would have to talk about his day when he sat at the table with us!

Never argue at the dinner table, for the one who is not hungry always gets the best of the argument.” Richard Whately

I am loving having the table, and our little family eating at the table. Its almost as if the people seated at the table can’t help but have a conversation!
I didn’t realise as much while it wasn’t happening, but I’ve actually missed it.

Do you eat dinner at the table?

The Lord Works In Mysterious Ways Indeed…

My faith is not something I discuss openly, or often.
As a Christian, I believe – me, personally, I believe – that there are three things that are integral to how God wants a Christian to live. One is witnessing to people. I don’t witness, not verbally. I feel that since I don’t go to church on any kind of regular basis (which is the second thing I believe is a very important part of being a Christian, fellowship, worship and learning with other Christians), I can’t tell other people how to be a Christian without coming across as a hypocrite… But I do hope that how I live my life will “witness” for me.
Does that make sense?
Prayer is the third thing about being a Christian that I believe you should practise all the time. You need to talk to Him and listen to Him, and you do that through prayer.

I often tell people I will pray for them, and unless I know they would do the same I am often afraid that they may find it a little, um… Whats the word…? Off putting? Irksome? Offensive? I dunno.
I do mean it when I say it, though. And I do pray for my friends and my family, every day.
Sometimes there are specific things I pray for – if I know someone is ill or concerned about something or someone. I ask that my husband and my son will get to and from work safely every day. I ask for healing for my daddy darling and for my mommy darling to stress less. I pray for each of my family members and their partners and children. I ask for things for me too.
And I thank Him. I thank Him for prayers answered and for blessings – my wonderful family, my amazing friends, my animals, the opportunities I am given, our health – the list is a long one.

And my prayers are answered. Thats what the title is about.
He doesn’t always answer prayers with a simple “yes” or “no”, and He doesn’t always do so immediately. You have to keep your eyes and ears peeled for the answers. You have to be patient. And you have to know that He will answer you.

This week was a perfect example and a reminder of that for me.

After our move to the new house, on which we spent more money than we should have – painting, rubble removers, take out, an extra cleaning lady – we were severely short on petrol and grocery money.
Then the TV packed up, and when I got stopped in a roadblock I realised the car’s license had also expired (I hadn’t been checking it). My dad wasn’t well and spent a couple of days in hospital, stressing my mommy darling even more than she usually is.
It felt like one of those weeks when everything just goes wrong! Nothing new, everyone goes through shite like this.
But I asked for help. I prayed for help. Amongst other things I didn’t know where I was going to get petrol money and the car was nigh on empty…

And then I got an invitation to spend the day at a social media event yesterday (Thursday), and part of the invitation was the use of a car. The car I was to use, and experience so that I could blog about it, was delivered on Tuesday night, with a full tank of fuel!
I didn’t get handed any actual cash, but I didn’t have to worry about putting fuel in my car for almost three days!
And my Glugster found someone who came and paid cash for the borked TV, and I got a couple of orders confirmed. Cash came in, meaning I could buy groceries and put fuel in the car.
And my daddy darling only spent two days in hospital instead of a week or more!
Prayers answered!

This week there was a lot for me to thank Him for.