for real?

Of all the wonderful comet Mc Naught pictures I've received courtesy of the email-rounds, this must be the most impressive. Almost doubt that it is real. Apparently, "the photo was taken just North of Hillary’s Marina, Australia."

Aan Maksideem

Hier was veronderstel om 'n foto van Roelof te wees. Blogger vra om verskoning vir ongerief.

Roelof het my uitgeneem om You've Got Mail en Shakespeare In Love, onderskeidelik, the gaan kyk en ons het saam na die 1998 Valentynsbal, deur ons skool gereël, gegaan. Maar arme, arme Roelof is afgesê nog voor daar iets was om oor huistoe te skryf. (Ai, ek's regtig jammer, Roelof!) Nou't ek 'n baie goeie vriend wat ek vreeslik gaan mis wanneer hy more na België vertrek... Toemaar, het reeds aan hom begin nag om ook 'n blog te begin, so ons sal wel weer van hom hoor. Dalk vermaak hy ons met episodes uit die wêreld van Dr. Evil...

(Terloops, verwys na kommentaar op vorige post, indien hierdie een se opskrif nie sin maak nie.)

Super M!

Soos deur Adam aanbeveel...

Hulk?! I've never heard anything as funny in my life! I was hoping for Wonder Woman... Sigh. That was fun.

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You are a wanderer with amazing strength.

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...for words escape me more often than they should. Hey, Linka? :)

Disclaimer: Let me start of by saying that this post does not in anyway reflect upon the commitment, loyalty and general willingness-to-lend-a helping-hand of my dear friends who will be reading this.

Last night I had the girls over. Mere seconds after the doorbell rang for the first time, my home was filed with warm laughter and exclamations, compliments were being passed back and forth and no-one had a smile missing. Ah, the good fortune of having friends for family.

When everyone had left and the house had quietened down the thought occurred to me: When your guests offer to help you clean before they leave, is it ever polite to accept? I'm sure you've heard the conversation many times:

"Jane/John, we'd better be off: Early start tomorrow. Thank you so much for a lovely evening!"

"Oh, it's my pleasure. Thank you so much for coming... And for the wine."

"Gosh, look at the mess we've made! Can't we help you clean up a bit?"

"No, no, it's fine. Won't take me long. I'll do it tomorrow."

"Are you sure? We'll just give the plates a rinse."

(And now for my personal favourite... I heard this a few weeks ago.)
"No, don't be silly. Besides, you know me and my kitchen... I don't like other people messing around in it."

"Well, let's just help you clear the table."

"No, no, don't bother. I don't feel like doing it now anyway."

"Okay, well, if you're sure... Thank you again."

"My pleasure. Drive safely!"

"Bye!"

Polite wave. Front door slams shut.

"Sh!t, look at this mess. How did they manage this?"

But, think about it: What was the alternative?

"Cool guys, thanks! Bob, you get the wine glasses. Susan, could you see if you can get that stain out of the carpet? You'll find the cleaning products in the cupboard under the sink..."

I usually like to start cleaning immediately. There are few things as satisfying as going to bed knowing you have a clean kitchen.

Tomorrow I'm having people over again. Here we go again. My, my...

ingeval iemand wonder

Nota: Ek't my jonkste inskrywing uitgevee, deels omdat GM my bietjie bang gepraat het en deels om ander redes wat ek nie in kode kan wegsteek nie. Arcadia, jy't 'n punt beet gehad. Dankie vir julle kommentaar. :)

Honey, I’m home

The people I were whilst I was becoming myself, aren’t me. They’re friends and relatives, but they were never who I am now. They’ve lived and died and I knew them well. But all that remains of them now are memories, smells and photographs. I can’t deny they existed and I’m grateful to be able to forgive them for what they did wrong and that I can remember what they did right. Everyday and every night I become more of myself and less of them and I always like myself better. I judge better, I think longer before I speak, I know more and… I have more style. :)

And sometimes, not very often, I catch one of my old friends speaking through me again in that rebellious tone.

Hi everyone! I'm back from a lovely long holiday. Hope this finds you well.

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