It feels as though I should introduce myself, my life and my many children.
2020 sucks. Too many losing their jobs. So much heartbreak around us. I lost my sweet little Bella to cancer after all she went through. I miss her when I wake up, I miss her when I go to sleep.
I had an operation two weeks ago to remove a growth in my throat 11x7x5 cm. Rather big BUT benign so that is all that matters. Since it is lockdown we couldn’t have any visitors. I was so lucky to have had an old school in the bed next to me. She took such great care of me.
Zander had an operation on his toes. They had to loosen the ligaments and scratch away bone so that his toes could straighten out. Four weeks later and he is still in pain.
Financially it is tough. I’m not going to lie. I would not have made it without my parents.
Kyla is now homeschooling as well. We just couldn’t with the Department of Education anymore. No plans at all as to when school would open but the children were getting behind by the day. So many a child at home now. Even Jason’s friend Armando is here to school most days.
I actually missed blogging. I should do it more often.
I think I should just open up WordPress and force myself to write. I mean how difficult can it be to just type. Let my thoughts be put down on “paper”.
My Dad had a discussion with Jason about his mother that had a journal and all the special stories she had written down. Stories that will be lost if not for the journal.
I digitally print my blog once a year. I want the kids to be able to read through one day. Remember more of the detail of their childhood that one forgets as you get older.
My word. My blog is nine years old. Before WordPress I blogged in Blogdrive for many years. Can’t believe that I have been blogging for such a long time!
Although not so much these days. I don’t know how or why but life is hectic. I have three boys with such busy schedules I had to create a personal calendar for each of them.
Work has been stressful to say the least.
I don’t even think that I’ve blogged about my dads accident?
I should make time though. This is where I write down memories. Leave messages for my kids to read one day.
I should not neglect my blog.
Boys, this is for you.
Will you remember one day that I would call you for dinner, by just calling “Broers!”
All three would jump up and come to the kitchen.
Would you remember the days we played cricket outside. “Knee rugby” or touch rugby. When we went for walks, with you guys barely knowing how to cycle but I would run to keep up?
Would you remember when I taught you how to cycle? When I would draw on the drive-way with you. Play hopscotch till the sun went down.
The hours I spent outside pushing you on the swing…often singing “I believe I can fly” just one more time because that’s what you wanted?
So many little memories that you probably won’t remember when you are all grown-up.
THIS is why I keep a blog.
I want you to be able to read about all the fun things we did. How much I loved you from the moment you were born…or even before then.
I blog because of you.
If I could live in any time period, when would it be?
This is such a difficult question.
I am fiercely independent. I don’t take well to authority, especially from men. I would have battled to live in the “yes Dear, right Dear” era.
That being said, I would have loved to be a stay-at-home mom. I would have loved being doted upon, the way men did at a certain stage.
However I love love technology.
I don’t think I would have wanted to live in any other era. Would have loved less violence and corruption in this era but my direct life, ignoring those things, I love this era.
We can travel easily. Keep contact with friends living in other countries. Just love now.
1. My kids
(I never saw myself as being a mother when I was a child. I didn’t picture the perfect wedding and having blonde little children. I thought my career would define me. Well, it did not)
2. My husband
(We have had too many downs but recently more ups. I do love him. He makes me laugh when I don’t feel like ignoring him hehe)
3. My parents
(I could not do what I do and be I am without them. They are truly my closest friends)
4. My family (brothers, in-laws, nephews..)
(I am blessed. I have a family that cares. That will be there for us or my kids any time I need them)
5. My cellphone
(I know. A cellphone makes me happy. It does. It keeps me connected. I can take pretty good photos with it to keep memories alive.)
6. My iPad
(Another gadget but let’s face it. I have my books there, my internet friends, my google, my photos, my work, my mail. It is a part of me)
7. My animals
(I love my dogs. I always have. My dogs aren’t just dogs. They are family members. Bella is lying here next to me on the bed, snoring away. She makes me happy. So do all our dogs)
8. My camera
(It is important to me to capture memories. I look back at the photos that my parents took when I was little and I am so thankful that they did)
(I appreciate friendship. I appreciate that I can have different relationships with different friends)
(Music is an emotion. I can change how I feel with music. It can put me back at a certain stage of my life by just hearing the first beats of a song. When I still ran, I used to love the time I had on the road and the music ears)
I have decided to take part in the 31 Day Blogging challenge. I have not done something like this in ages. Will be good to get me back to blogging more often again!
Write the story of your life. So many chapters to condense into so few words.
Born 1974 in Pietersburg. The youngest of three kids. The only daughter. That would pretty much define my childhood. The one without the instant friend. The little one who tagged along.
We moved to Delareyville for 5 years and then to Klerksdorp. I have lived there most of my life.
I was lucky to never have to change schools. One primary school and one high school.
My brother had a very bad accident during my matric year. Since my folks had to pay back his bursary, I decided to study through UNISA. It was not easy. I will not lie. Working and studying accounting science is difficult, I clearly remember one night before I wrote my last accounting paper where I told my dad I would fail and that I was not going to write. He told me I could not write and get zero or try and get something. I wrote and got great marks (thanks Dad!)
I got married 14 days after writing my last exam. 14 November 1998.
Got my most important job on 4 May 2000. The day Quintus was born. The day I became a mother. I resigned from my job that same day. I worked my butt off until then. Long hours on the road. I would have been a photo on the wall. My job thought they owned me.
I started working with my dad in August 2000. One of my best decisions ever.
I have managed to be there for my kids like a full-time mom, while getting enough work done to cover a full day or more.
I have had very bad times. I have done stupid things. I have lots of regrets. I have always loved with my whole heart. I care about other people, even if I don’t know them. I give to those in need. I love animals. I am a good mom. Not perfect but good.
This is the story of me. Or the part I am willing to share in few words.
Funny how my most read entry and search has been the same since I posted that specific entry. Who knew there were so many 45 year old virgins out there!?
Here’s an excerpt:
4,329 films were submitted to the 2012 Cannes Film Festival. This blog had 13,000 views in 2012. If each view were a film, this blog would power 3 Film Festivals
We have come to realize that Quintus’ friends have found my blog and it seems they are having a great time going back to old posts and reading about him.
He kept on telling me what they have read and photos they’ve seen. I first thought it was on Facebook but then remembered that I have a “closed” account.
So to all Quintus’ school friends. Welcome.
Tannie weet nie of ek vir julle in Afrikaans of in Engels moet tik nie, maar aangesien die blog nog altyd Engels was en die Engelse lees julle goed sal doen, sal ek maar aangaan om in Engels te tik.
I think it’s cool that the kids are getting to an age where they can go onto the internet. Explore and find their friends …. or the mom’s blog! Scary too, since it’s a unknown “world” and more dangerous than kids understand. Maar welkom in elk geval.
I asked Quintus if he wanted me to password protect posts about him and he was “ag no! I don’t mind. It’s like you always say Mom – If you do or say it, I’m going to blog it” lol That’s my boy.
So kids. for now, stop reading and go study. You can catch up after exams are over.
Sterkte met die eksamen. Ek weet julle is almal cool en leer hard ….. ne’?
I always enjoy the year-end stats that WordPress sends out.
- Thank you to my loyal commenters 🙂 You guys rock.
- I think it’s such a interesting fact that since I wrote a post with the heading “A whore in the bedroom”, this has been the most viewed entry every year.
- The second most viewed on is a post I wrote, with the heading “A 45 year old virgin”.
- Both containing sexual words and also the most viewed…..
I’m hoping to blog more this year. Who knows 😉
The WordPress.com stats helper monkeys prepared a 2011 annual report for this blog.
Here’s an excerpt:
The concert hall at the Syndey Opera House holds 2,700 people. This blog was viewed about 16,000 times in 2011. If it were a concert at Sydney Opera House, it would take about 6 sold-out performances for that many people to see it.
All WordPress bloggers would have gotten this and I think it’s so neat. What I find truly interesting, is that the most read post, was one that I wrote in 2007!!! Sjoe….
Then of course people still seem to like anything that mentions sex lol
Finally the other two most read posts are very much the most hurtful thing that happened in 2010.
Really interesting this 🙂
The stats helper monkeys at WordPress.com mulled over how this blog did in 2010, and here’s a high level summary of its overall blog health:
The Blog-Health-o-Meter™ reads Wow.
The average container ship can carry about 4,500 containers. This blog was viewed about 20,000 times in 2010. If each view were a shipping container, your blog would have filled about 4 fully loaded ships.
In 2010, there were 157 new posts, growing the total archive of this blog to 1023 posts. There were 360 pictures uploaded, taking up a total of 43mb. That’s about 7 pictures per week.
The busiest day of the year was August 9th with 386 views. The most popular post that day was Finding the balance.
Where did they come from?
The top referring sites in 2010 were angelsmind.co.za, iccleanne.room515.co.uk, facebook.com, Google Reader, and simply-melb.blogspot.com.
Some visitors came searching, mostly for super mom, supermom, 45 year old virgin, supermom or not, and email@example.com.
Attractions in 2010
These are the posts and pages that got the most views in 2010.
Finding the balance January 2007
A whore in the bedroom May 2008
45 Year old Virgin April 2009
My heart is so sore February 2010
She’s back January 2010
I used to blog so often. Daily. Now it feels like I have nothing to blog about.
Did my life get ‘this’ boring that I have nothing to blog about?
Did it get too busy?
I don’t think it’s either. I often sit and try to think of something to blog about and then ….. nothing.
I love blogging and I’m not planning on stopping anytime soon. I’ve been blogging since forever and stopping is not an option.
So give me time … maybe an hour, maybe a day or two and I’ll be up and blogging again
I suppose one should password protect, when you feel the need to protect someone.
The post I wrote yesterday though, is about me. I’m done with feeling I need to protect myself regarding that specific issue. Yet, it still influences other people. People who will feel responsible, when they are not.
So I password protect the post. To protect others. Not me.
Congratulations!!! You are a winner!!!
That would be Charms.
You just left the 10 000th comment on this blog of mine! (I used to have another before)
What did you win?
* A link from my blog to yours!!!
* A year of free reading of my blog!!!
* A year of free comments on your blog from me!!!
Oh wait … you get that anyway 🙂
I was just ready to leave on Friday after Zander’s rugby at the boys’ school, when a woman walked up to me and asked me if I’m Melany.
“Uhmmmm yes” I said. She introduced herself (and as always I forgot her name without milliseconds) and then told me that she is a friend of Sonja and that she reads my blog! She recognized me from the photos on my blog.
I was so bomb-shocked that I can’t remember much of what I said but I didn’t have a proper conversation, that’s for sure! Some times I forget that people in my town also reads the blog lol People I don’t know!
So: Jammer ek het nou nie ordentlik met jou gesels nie! Volgende keer as jy my weer so sien sal ek beter reageer :) Ek hoop jy het jou dag by La Hoff geniet!
To all the other “local” Moms … HI!!!!
We have a local magazine “Huisgenoot / You”. My brother jokes that it’s the South Africa bible because if it’s written in there, it must be the truth. (That was used against me once…telling me my truth was just a You story.)
I think the reason why so many people read You, is because of the small view it gives us into the lives of those written about. The Paula Pritz stories. How we can identify with the situations or have empathy with the people.
In many ways the blogging world is a magazine. The only difference being that in the blogging world, we get to choose the articles. The journalists are the people themselves. It’s autobiographies written on a daily basis.
That’s why I enjoy blogging. Both reading and writing.
I also still buy the Huisgenoot 😉
I forgot to pay our water and electricity account. Forgot. Totally did not even cross my mind.
My maid phoned this morning to tell me that we have no power and that she has already checked … it’s not typical South African power shedding. It was me who didn’t pay.
Damn. Within seconds I pay over the internet but I know that they won’t put it back on today. Nope.
Power shedding my way. Not all bad. We’ll have to eat out (force ourselves now), spend some quality time as a family
and not do much homework since we’ll be without light.
It was not to be. I got home and noticed the lights on.
They actually turned our power back on. I was going to write this long post about us in the dark and now I have no blog post anymore!
Sorry about going all password protected on you. Doesn’t it just make you feel like the kid who was the only one not invited to a party? So sorry en so.
The thing is that at first I didn’t password protect the entry. I never do. This is my blog. My journal. My daily life and views. My motto is that if you say or do it, I will blog it.
This was close to my heart though and it didn’t make me so much vulnerable, as it did someone else. That’s when I decided it’s not fair. It’s not fair to share my feelings when I’m going to hurt someone else’s.
I think that’s when one should password protect. When it’s about protecting someone. Even when it’s someone who probably doesn’t deserve to be protected but all the same, I cannot intentionally hurt someone.
So why write the post at all then? For me. Putting my feelings on paper helps me make sense of a situation. Also, some times you lose perspective and need to be able to go back and truly see what you were feeling then.
Look at this! I have over 100 000 hits! Wow. On this blog only. (I used to have a blog over at blogdrive)
Thanks guys! Can’t believe people are that interested in my thoughts and crazy life!
I got a very sweet comment from Marissa. (Don’t worry – I too have no clue who she is) It’s a pity that I spammed it right before deciding that I would actually use it for a blog entry.
See Marissa has some serious anger issues. She clearly also has no life. Her only friend being the internet. Her only enemy being the internet.
She chose my blog to direct some of her anger at. Telling me how ugly me and my children are. How she would slit me open if I were her mom. Shame hey. Really sad.
The thing is, it doesn’t bother me. We all know that there are many sickos in the world. In real life and here on the internet. I just cannot imagine how sad and boring life must be, for one to send messages like that.
Marissa you fuckwit I hope life gets better and more interesting for you. Till then you are welcome to read my blog and comment. I will point and laugh.
We live two houses away from our local high school. The school I went to as a teenager. Yesterday we could hear that they were hosting some kind of sport, so the boys and I walked there to have a look.
We were just in time for the 1st rugby teams to play their game. I smiled at my boys feeling so passionate about the sport AND the school. They were shouting as loudly as the school kids. Unfortunately
we the school lost but we had fun.
It was fun to sit there and shout with them. To explain some of the rules and discuss the right and wrong actions by the players.
As if I know anything about the sport! Isn’t it just wonderful when the kids still think we know everything?
This amazing mom of 5 young kiddies (twin girls and triplet boys) tagged me and since I admire her I have to do this 😉
I am supposed to choose between the following:
- Share 5 random and/or weird facts about yourself on your blog. or
- Share the 5 top places on your “want to see or want to see again” list. or
- Share 5 things you never pictured being in your future when your were 25 years old.
Let’s see – 5 places I want to visit:
New York – why? It’s busy. It’s where Central Park is. I want to see why so many people wear “I heart NY” badges lol
The pyramids. I have always wanted to do that…ever since I was a tiny little girl.
Switzerland – where Heidi lived
Italy – but not Rome. I want to see the small villages. I want to drive on those roads that seems to be just wide enough to keep you from falling into the waves crashing below.
I love to travel. There’s so many places that I’d love to see. So many places that I would love to take my children to. I hope that one day we will be in the financial position to do so. I will always be hugely grateful to my folks for taking me to the USA and Poland.
Obviously when you blog you open up your life (or as much as you are willing to share) with the rest of the world. That’s big. You know…that world. It’s kinda big. Many many people. I share a lot of my life. I often say that if you say it or do it
or not I’m going to blog about it. (Think I must get a warning sign like that)
Sometimes I forget just how many people really do read my blog. People I know. People who knows my
people family. My dad loves to share my address and I honestly don’t mind. I mean come on – it is not exactly a locked journal hiding under my mattress.
Sometimes it just surprises me as to who he has shared it with. Yesterday a client phoned and we do the “happy new year” routine. I mention how I’m glad that 2007 is a thing of the past and he was “no…I read on your website. It wasn’t too bad”
SO here’s the thing to l
urkers, especially YOU Jeremy people who know me in real life and read my blog: just say ‘hallo’ once in a while so that I know you are reading! and that I don’t gossip about you!
I find it very funny how many men want to have sex with a supermom. You all know how you can pick up how people found your blog, right? Well every single day I get at least 4 hits of someone searching for something along the lines of ‘supermom sex’.
Well…let me tell you one thing. Being a supermom kinda makes it difficult to have lots of sex. Even when your two oldest boys are with their grandparents.
Especially when you husband forgets to lock the door and your brother walks right on in and your said husband is running through the house naked.
Don’t ask. LOL