Another Parenting Milestone.

Another parenting milestone, and not one I was ever looking forward to.

Its going to be my first Christmas without my boy. :'(

He had been gone almost eight weeks – the longest its ever been for me not to see him at all – and he was briefly home from working in Mozambique so I got to see him for a few days.
But this morning I dropped him off as they head back to the dive centre with a massive trailer full of supplies and groceries.
And as I pulled the car into the garage at home I suddenly started crying when I realised I don’t know when I will see him again.

He’s working all through Christmas, and new year, and when they do come back into South Africa for supplies, they don’t come all the way to Joburg.

I miss him a lot, and I can talk to him on the phone, but its not nearly the same.

Clearly I’m Getting Old.

I must be, because I’m reminiscing about “The good ol’ days…” and muttering into my coffee about “Thats not how we did it back then…”

I’m talking about blogging. And heaven knows my blog has gotten quiet since my son grew into an adult and said I couldn’t write about parenting him anymore.
I still write about my animals, and my cake art, but those are on seperate blogs to this one.

Seeing Facebook group posts like “Hi! I’m new to blogging! How do I get 10K readers?” or “Hi! I’m new to blogging! How do I make money?” and one of my favourites “Hi! I’m new to blogging! How do I get free stuff?” makes me want to ask them if they can even write worth a damn.  🙁

Ugh. I miss what blogging used to be.

Make no mistake, I’ve had my share of some AWESOME freebies. I still get invited to an event once in a blue moon and I blog about them. But I got lucky because I was there when SA businesses started asking bloggers to talk about their products, before you had to be an “influencer” with an audience of thousands.
But that isn’t why I started blogging.
I STARTED blogging because I wanted to share my life as a single mom.
I DISCOVERED I could make friends – many of whom I treasure some eleven years down the line. Hell, I met my darling Glugster, my husband, through our blogs!
If I remember correctly, there were easily fifty local and international blogs I was reading on a weekly basis at the very least back in the day. I loved reading them and leaving comments*.
Very few of those blogs even exist anymore. And now there are only a few blogs I still read, and I can’t remember when last I started reading a new one.

In the early days, before Facebook and Twitter (and and and), we didn’t use our real names, and we were super neurotic about people discovering our identities, and being stalked and murdered by the weirdos on the internet.
Now the weirdos are loud and proud, and everyone uses their real names.
Bloggers I got to know long before blogging was a business, or social media was a career in South Africa, have succeeded in turning their blogging into a business. These people are incredible writers and/ or photographers, and their work is worth paying for.
I am not a writer, not by a long shot. I am a blogger. 😛 And there is a big difference. I have seen my writing turned into a masterpiece when edited by a writer, so I do know the difference. And I am a happy snapper, not a photographer.
IMHO, if you want to blog to make money and get freebies, then you had better be a good writer, and at the very least a half-decent photographer, and work on your blog daily, to get and keep “influencer” status.
It takes WORK.

But I do miss the days of reading about each other’s adventures just for fun.

*I am a serial comment leaver, I will comment if I read your blog. It never occurred to me to lurk

I Don’t Get It!!!

Let me tell you a little story.

On October 3rd, my Vodacom debit order was returned when I was R100 short on my bank account.
My fault. I totally get why it was returned.
What happened was that my debit order went through on October 3rd * instead of Saturday October 1st. Because they don’t do them on a Saturday. WHY CAN’T THEY DO IT ON A SATURDAY!??! Do they need someone to sit in the bank and push a fucking button!?!?
Anyhoodle.
I called Vodacom the same day to ask them how to go about making payment so that my phone didn’t get cut off, and I paid by EFT the next day, calling Vodacom again to make sure they saw the payment had gone through.
I thought it was sorted.

Then today, TEN DAYS LATER, I get a text message from Vodacom telling me my debit order bounced, and will I please call 082-blah-blah-blah to make a payment arrangement!!!!
Worried that something had gone wrong and they hadn’t seen that I had actually paid my account, I called them.
When I told her I was calling about a text saying my debit order had not gone through, she immediately launched into the script for making payment arrangements, and when I interrupted her to say I had already MADE the payment – she had to go INTO ANOTHER SYSTEM to verify this and ensure that my account was indeed up to date!
She then tells me the text message is automatic, and that I don’t need to worry about it. She couldn’t tell me why I would STILL get the text message EVEN THOUGH MY ACCOUNT WAS UP TO DATE!!

Vodacom, WHY oh WHY are there SEPARATE SYSTEMS for these things!?

Absa, WHY oh WHY can’t you run debit orders on a weekend?!

Its not nineteen-bloody-sixty! Everything is electronic now FCOL! I mean, I can watch an American presidential debate LIVE, but you can’t get your systems up to date in real time!??!??

* which I stupidly assumed were automatic payments, set up so I that wouldn’t forget to MAKE payments

History in Photographs

I found a whole box of photos in the garage, while tidying up last weekend, and going through them was so much fun!

It brought back so many memories looking at them, I found several pictures I could give to other family members, and, AND – I actually THREW SOME AWAY!
Thats personal growth for me! 😀

What did strike me though, is how many of those pictures could be super precious memories now – but they have a person in them that is no longer a part of our family…
They weren’t technically a part of the family when the picture was taken, either… 

It made me wonder about deliberately excluding people from group family portraits if they’re not technically family. I deliberately excluded my brother’s date to my wedding from the photographs – but that was my wedding – I could get away with it. 😛 

What do you think? Ask them to step aside?

Errmmm…

Can I even still call myself a blogger!?!?

There’s been a lot going on, the last few months have been rough… And a few years ago I would have blogged it before I even thought twice!

I have to do something to get back into some kind of routine… I miss it!