Taking A Leaf Out Of Ruby’s Book…

Today, I am writing a letter, Ruby style. It needs doing.


Dear SterKinekor

Recently, I found out that several of your movie houses actually have “loveseats” or “lovenests” as you refer to them!

This was a wonderful discovery for me.

Anyone who has met us will know that my darling Glugster is not a small man, and as much as we enjoy watching movies, he finds regular movie seats immensely uncomfortable. So finding out we could go somewhere to watch movies without being squished into seats made for children- and I do understand the need to put as many people into a small space as possible– was great news.

Yesterday, we took ourselves off to Rosebank, where we were led to believe there were loveseats available, and decided on a movie.

We have several movies we still want to see, District 9, the newest Harry Potter and G.I. Joe being on the list, so of course we opted for District 9, which was showing in theatre #1. Off we go to the till to make our booking, and the woman tells us, there are no loveseats in #1, that the only theatre with loveseats at that particular mall is #2.

So what’s showing in #2 I hear you ask?

Well, since we’re happy to see one of the other movies on our list instead, we have a look.




Of all the shirty choices you could have made, you pick G-Force. You show a movie aimed at youngsters in the ONLY theatre that has loveseats!

How the hell do you make that decision?

Couldn’t you use a little savvy when deciding which movie is shown in which theatre?

Do you want youngsters shagging in your movie theatre?

We eventually opted for the Harry Potter flick because we like to watch them on the big screen, and the other two we want to see will still be showing for a while. But my poor Glugs spent most of the 2.5 hours trying to get comfortable in his seat.

SterKinekor management, please think a little bit about how these things work in future.



Tweet ‘Em Up!

Last night, SnowgooseSA organised a TweetUp at Doppio in Rosebank, and the place was invaded by a crowd that took up several tables and continued to grow in numbers all night! They very possibly had the WORST cocktails I have ever tasted, but it was fun to drink one after the other trying to find one that was nice (and yes, I was drinking)… and the food wasn’t too bad.

And now, I’m going to name drop like a mad thing! In attendance was the über organiser SnowgooseSA, myself and my Glugster, CraigN, GregNietsky, SheBeeGee, Jkretzmer, BergenLarsen, Tertia, RubyLetters, ShaunCusters, SamanthaPerry, Champ_Payne, EveD… and there were a few other tweople, but I didn’t get to meet everyone 🙁 I did get to meet some new people though, which is always cool.

I have yet to download the pictures off my camera as we were a tad, erm, bushed when we got home *coff*… but I didn’t take nearly as many as I usually do.

And I finally got to meet the inimitable Tertia! Albeit only for a few minutes before she took herself off to a business dinner- but I actually got to meet and greet the queen of SA blogging face to face! And she’s gawjiss! She’s awesome! I do wish she coulda stayed some more…

It was a highly entertaining evening, as tweet ups always are!

My Choice Of Small Cars!!

When it comes to choosing a sportscar, I think I’m going to get me either a Toyota MR2, a Mazda MX-5, a Honda S2000 or a Daihatsu Copen.


It would be VERY cool to drive a sportscar… but what frustrates me is how horribly overpriced these tiny cars are… but at least the Toyota and the Mazda have decent engines in them.

My other choice of course is a bakkie (aka, pick up)… and in that category there are several to choose from.

What do you think? Which one would you  choose?

My real reason for wanting a smaller car? I’m hoping that having a two-seater car will tempt Murphy in and we’ll get pregnant, and then I’ll need a bigger car again.

Party Hearty People!

What a weekend that was! It felt like one long non-stop MOB*!!


Lemme start at the beginning shall I?


Weeks ago, we were thinking of flying the always fantabulous Cath up for a weekend, just for a visit.

Then we got the invite for Shebee and 8UNNI’s biffday party, and figured “What better reason could we have to get madame Cath-tastic up here to phlegm-teng (as Shebeeliciousness so fondly refers to it)?”

Plans were put into place, tickets were bought, and Cath started making plans on her side for Cam whilst she came up for the biffday party.

We told no-one. We spoke only to Cath about it. We left the befuddling entirely to Cath, who laid it on thick with Shebee when she saw or spoke to her, and managed to keep her totally in the dark.


On the Friday before the party, I baked a batch of strawberry cupcakes and a batch of chocolate cupcakes (after screwing up the honey ones I wanted to make, which again reminded me not to try a new recipe for the first time on the day I want them), I tidied up a little, Damien had helped organise the spare room with the sleeper couch during the day, and then we took ourselves off to the airport. We awaited Cath with flowers and a balloon at OR Tambo airport and then took her- along with her monstrous suitcase 🙂 – to Pappardelle for supper. This was to be our first encounter with “special” waitrons for the weekend… and there was no cocktail menu! We almost left, but we were starving, so we stayed. The food wasn’t bad, but I doubt we’ll be back anytime soon.

Then it was home for a cup of coffee and bedtime.


Saturday morning Glugs and I were up at sparrow’s fart and left Cath to her own devices at the house for a couple of hours.

When we got back I iced the cupcakes- chocolate for Shebee and strawberry for 8UNNI- whilst Cath and I chatted about how excited we were, then she and Glugs helped the knucklehead and his buddy set up their PCs for some decent LAN.

And because I was in a hurry I dropped my favourite pyrex mixing jug- with a newly finished batch of pink butter icing- and it smashed on the floor! Thankfully I still had some cream cheese so I quickly made a new batch of bright pink icing and begged Dora the maid to clean up the mess for me so we could leave… but what a waste!

Then it was time to get dressed and make our way to Primi Piatti Lifestyle to drop off the cupcakes as arranged with 8UNNI. I was very glad I wouldn’t have to leave them in the car as it had turned out to be a glorious winter’s day, and you’re not allowed to take any food into Gold Reef City 🙁


Meeting up with the revelers at Gold Reef entailed first queuing for tickets- where we scored because CraigN was already in the front of the queue with SamanthaPerry and bought our tickets for us, saving us quite a wait.

8UNNI told us they were at the “Tower Of Terror” so we took ourselves off that way, with Cath hiding behind Glugster until we got close enough for her to hide behind the building they would be coming out of after the INSANE ride they’d all just been on!

It was hugs and kisses hello all round and then Cath grabbed Sheena from behind, clapping her hand over her mouth and asked her something about revenge… I forget exactly what it was, but these two have their own language when they’re together anyway.

Then it was screaming and laughing and crying and jumping and hugging- happily photographed from all angles by the ample camera holders in attendance!

Their reactions alone made all the secrecy and organising worth it!

Once the excitement had died down a tad, we realised we hadn’t eaten since the night before, and some of us sat ourselves down at the nearest Mugg & Bean for some lunch. Here again, we were tortured by atrocious service from barely intelligible staff, but the food was great. When we were done- Shebee and co having gone off in search of another ride- we phone 8UNNI and her entourage to see where she was, and then made our way to “Oldees Diner”, in another part of Gold Reef.

Between leaving M&B and getting to Oldees we played a couple of carnival games, losing mostly, but winning a stuffed dog in the one place!

Then Oldees was where we spent the rest of the afternoon! It became the base of operations for the day. We stayed and drank, and everyone else would go in search of some hair-raising excitement or photographic opportunities, and return to Oldees!

When the waitron (also not ideal when it came to getting orders right and such) told us it was last rounds, we ordered another round and awaited the return of the last group of people to have subjected themselves to some insane adrenalin-overloading experience.

Then we took ourselves off to Primi for the evening!


The cupcakes had been looked after, so I was very pleased, and they brought them to our table when we arrived.

The rest of the biffday party guests arrived bit by bit, and our table was soon full up!

I had already decided a few weeks ago that I was going to put aside my no-drinking rule for this weekend and all the biffday excitement, so whilst my Glugs stuck to his usual KWV and coke, the rest of us climbed into Primi’s ample cocktail menu!

I’ll leave it there and simply say that a wonderful time was had by all indeed! I think the many photographs speak for themselves!


On Sunday, Cath had to be back at OR Tambo by 1pm for her homeward journey so in the morning, Shebeeliciousness, Jkretzmer, ExMi and the boyfriend (who hadn’t been able to attend the biffday shindig), and the sadly blog-scarce Sweets popped round to our house for a cup of coffee!

Then when it was time to go, we loaded the giant suitcase in the car; I wrapped up Cath’s flowers so she could take them home with her, and I quickly packed a little box of 4 cupcakes specially iced for Cam.

We didn’t have time for naught but the check in and hugs and kisses goodbye, and then Cath was gone, winging her way back to Cam.

The weekend was gone so quickly, and yet it felt like it was so long…


It was a fab-tastic couple of days, and Cath was sweet enough to MMS some pics of Cam with her pressies from Jo’burg (which included a rainbow striped lolly that was almost bigger than Cam’s head)!


And if you’d like to see them, you can find a whole bunch of my pictures here, and you can see ZA5’s pictures here!


*MOB – Meeting Of Bloggers


…come play on my rollercoaster…

Okay… This One’s Gonna Be Rough…


Yesterday, we got a text message from Glug’s brother, announcing to the family that they are very excited about expecting their third child.

My first reaction was not excitement, or happiness. It was jealousy. Insane angry envy. I was so close to tears its not funny, and I was pissed off… but I made a conscious decision not to let the news fork up my day entirely, and I changed the subject.

Then when I woke up this morning it all came back again. I pushed it aside again because we had visitors. 

Then this afternoon I opened my bedside drawer and glimpsed the HPT that lies taunting me in the back- and I was reminded again. We have yet to congratulate them… and I feel like shit. Their news follows hot on the heels of my emailing the family about us seeing a specialist and how we’re not really wanting to talk about it (pretty much my post from earlier this week) and and and… which probably explains why the poor SIL E- whom I have become friends with since Glugs and I got together- did not text me.

Fork bunnies… I LOATHE feeling like this… but its like there’s some part of my brain that takes over everytime someone mentions babies or pregnancy and I turn into a bitch.

Lawdy I hope I can put it aside so I can be happy for them when I see them… People think I’m exaggerating when I tell them I have a constant supply of pregnant friends. Its quite literally a case of one baby is born, and someone announces a pregnancy. Thus far its only been friends though.