Tiah Beautement's Blog, page 168

I guess it's like when people claim it is too cold to snow

I can't tell who you are; but, I can (sometimes) tell how you got here. For example, Sir Google has sent people here due to the following searches: Travelling with baby Garden of my ancestors At least guess Plodding along to Bethlehem (this seems to be the most popular) Alles van die beste (2nd most popular) Write along for kids You must be willing to kill your darlings Yesterday, however, I discovered somebody came from here. There I am, in all my quoted glory and...spelling mistake. Which, ...

Yes, I am holding husband responsible

Ah, genetics, you evil little beasts. My son seems to have his mother's teeth, but sadly, also her jaw. Husband is in denial about son's jaw because should son have his mother's jaw, my son is going to require very expensive orthodontist treatment in a few years. Daughter has Husband's jaw. Which is a much better choice. Sadly, she also appears to have Husband's teeth. Her mother's first cavity was detected at 21. Daughter's...age 26months. Gah! The spot was spotted a few weeks ago. Mummy kne...

These are not the best days of my life

Facebook...gossip central and revealer of all those lovely things in your past you had hoped were long forgotten. Including people. Today Facebook informed me that my University will be hosting my 10th reunion. Ie...come June, it will be 10 years since I graduated...a graduation I missed due to taking exams in the wrong country. Had not realised it had been 10 years...but yes, 2000 + 10 does = 2010. Oh look...World Cup! YAY!!!! Oh right- reunion. I replied. "No." "These will be the best days ...

Wouldn't be an issue if I learned Afrikaans

Let me see...we've been doing potty learning. Which means sometimes we use the potty, other times we use the floor...or the brand new dinning table. That is a first. Even her brother never pulled that stunt. We are also still without Husband. I have this theory that men can sniff another man's presence - kind of like wolves can detect a canine presence...and thus always feel a wee bit more vulnerable when he is gone. It doesn't help that my garage door cracks in a way that sounds like somebod...

My own little bubble

There have been so many potential posts throwing themselves at my feet. But the posts do not get written. Such as Black Writers, White Readers There is so much to say and...my brain practically explodes every time I try to unpack it all. I suppose I could summarise by saying, "There are good points, there are points to which I am sympathetic, and there are aspects of this piece that make me cringe." Then there is this interview with Thando Mgqolozana. Whose book I have read and mean to blog a...

On the micro level, yay - on the macro...not so much

This past Friday I begged out of a morning race day of my son's. Husband had hardly seen his children in two weeks (admittedly not his fault) and I had seen too much of my children. In addition, Husband was going (and did) leave today for Durban and will not be back till Saturday (again, not his fault). So daughter and son were put in matching school tops and sent packing with their father to have daddy time. They were over the moon. I was over the moon. Happiness for everyone! Since then, I ...

I should have known

I should have known...when Husband's "holiday" got condensed into Friday and Monday. I should have known...when Husband didn't seem to comprehend, "He has to be there early," that my son's nativity play may not go to plan. So at 9:15am on Sunday when Husband was still in the shower, I ended up driving the kids myself. He said he would follow in the bakki. Unfortunately the bakki battery was dead. I should have known...when I hired Debra to help me all this week to potty train daughter because...

Eco-warriors untie!

So my date night. Ah, it was lovely. I loved the venue. It was decorated perfectly. A hint of South Africa without being totally kitsch. The lighting was done well. They had a chef. Bliss. But as I scanned the menu I realised I was not in the mood for a big slab of meat. Not that I wasn't tempted by the ostrich fillet but...oh fish sounded so nice. "You're having the fish?" Husband asked, eyebrows raised. "Yes," I said. "The one on the board?" "Yes. Its the only one they've got - catch of the...

Shockingly, there is more to tell, but the post was getting long

1. Red Dress won - we went on a date. I enjoyed myself immensely. I was the most dressed up person there. The scary part - husband was second. Tourists. They live in t-shirts. It was like being back in my home town. We were the only "locals" aside from the staff, and as you know...I'm not really THAT local. 2. It was a small restaurant. I was one of three Americans there, possibly more...but the one man was too loud to pick up the accent of the other guests at his table. (Rating golf greens! ...

Such a simple choice, and yet...

Husband phoned late afternoon to inform me he was not coming home any earlier than 9pm. Something to do with a bunch of stuff that I don't understand...which led to the brilliant comment of, "So is it like when a circuit breaker trips in a house - but bigger?" Anybody with an engineering background can now give their full sympathy to Husband. At 7:20 I was reading stories to the midgets when there was an almighty crash in the garage. Turned out it was actually the garage door opening during w...