National Cleavage Day

Today is National Cleavage Day.

I have spent the best part of the week looking for pictures of great looking boobs for National Cleavage Day.  In the end I could not decide on which pic to use, so I found this one and decided this was far better than any pair of women’s  boobs.

So guys – eat your hearts out….

Here Pussy Pussy

We often have stray cats coming onto our property and I have spent many a night chasing strays out of our house in the middle of the night.  I remember once shortly after we moved into our current house about 16 years ago when we found 6 stray cats sleeping on the chairs of our dining room table.

We never encourage them and my own cats get very territorial and chase them away as well. 

Two nights ago we heard a lot of meowing and hubby and I got up to investigate.  We found this poor little timid thing sitting in the doorway to our office.  This is usually when I start going berserk and chase it away, but there was something different about this one. 

I gently picked it up and shooed it outside.  It tried again yesterday evening and again I shooed it away.

This morning it was at the door again – crying – and it was pouring with rain.  And of course I crumbled.  I just couldn’t throw it out. 

So out came a bowl of food and water for the poor thing.  It seems quite sweet and it must be very young.  My own cats don’t seem to be particularly bothered with it so we have let it stay. 

If it is still around in another day or 2 I will do the whole vet thing and get it de-wormed / de-flea’d if required.  Maybe it will have a RFID chip in it and we can find it’s real owner – if not, I suppose it will have a new home.

Blond joke

Read this joke while surfing this evening and just had to tell it to you all….

Two sisters, one blonde and one brunette, inherit the family ranch. Unfortunately, after just a few years, they are in financial trouble. In order to keep the bank from repossessing the ranch, they need to purchase a bull so that they can breed their own stock.

Upon leaving, the brunette tells her sister, ‘When I get there, if I decide to buy the bull, I’ll contact you to drive out after me and haul it home.’

The brunette arrives at the man’s ranch, inspects the bull, and decides she wants to buy it. The man tells her that he will sell it for $599, no less. After paying him, she drives to the nearest town to send her sister a telegram to tell her the news. She walks into the telegraph office, and says, ‘I want to send a telegram to my sister telling her that I’ve bought a bull for our ranch. I need her to hitch the trailer to our pickup truck and drive out here so we can haul it home.’

The telegraph operator explains that he’ll be glad to help her, then adds, it will cost 99 cents a word.’ Well, after paying for the bull, the brunette realizes that she’ll only be able to send her sister one word.

After a few minutes of thinking, she nods and says, ‘I want you to send her the word ‘comfortable.’

The operator shakes his head. ‘How is she ever going to know that you want her to hitch the trailer to your pickup truck and drive out here to haul that bull back to your ranch if you send her just the word ‘comfortable?’

The brunette explains, ‘My sister’s blonde. The word is big. She’ll read it very slowly….


Joke found at

Boys will be boys – part 2

This is the second post in my Boys will be boys series.  View the first post here

This episode involves Son no 1:

Hubby and I used to work at Sun City many many years ago.  We duly moved on and worked for the Sun International head office in Johannesburg for awhile.  We were involved with the development of the LOST CITY at Sun City.  Hubby had to go up to Sun City for a few weeks and I joined him with son no 1 and 2 one weekend. 

Son no 2 was a baby so son no 1 must have been around 3 or 4.  One evening we ordered room service which was delivered with the standard room service trolley – the one where the sides are hinged up.  Anyway son no 1 was leaning on the one side eating a plate of hot chips (French fries), when the arm gave way and his face went smashing down onto the trolley.  There was blood everywhere

We went to the Sun City clinic and waited forever for a doctor to come (who never appeared – we gave up waiting after about 4 hours).  Once we cleaned up his face we foud that he had cut his top lip on the left and right quite badly and his 4 front teeth were damaged to the extent that he lost them shortly thereafter.  We spent a fortune on orthodontics a few years later.  He still has the scars on his top lip today. 

When we got back to Johannesburg and saw a doctor and he said the cuts should have been stitched up within a certain amount of time and as this period had now lapsed, there was not much one could do about it but to leave it to heal naturally.  We have always been very careful with room service trolleys since then and never use the trolleys with the sides up.

Surprise Surprise!

Hubby planned a family dinner last night at a fancy restaurant. And of course who walks in – none other than Son no 2.

He has come to visit from Dubai and is here for a whole 2 weeks.
Yipeeeee, Yipeeeee, Yipeeeee, Yipeeeee, Yipeeeee, Yipeeeee, Yipeeeee, Yipeeeee, Yipeeeee, Yipeeeee, Yipeeeee, Yipeeeee, Yipeeeee, Yipeeeee, Yipeeeee …………
I am the happiest, proudest mom ever – I have all 4 of my boys with me!

Coitus Interruptus

When my eldest son and his wife were living in a cottage on our property about 2 years ago, they both disappeared one afternoon for about an hour.  When they both re-appeared we asked where they went because they both just vanished.

Their excuse was that they were looking for the “Blue Tooth Dongle”.  Now I have no idea if a “Blue Tooth Dongle” was indeed involved but it has become a family in-house joke that when talking about sex, we refer to looking for the “Blue Tooth Dongle”.

Men are able to associate any word or event with having sex.  This afternoon is no different……

Son no 3 is at a friends house today – apparently doing a school project.  He said he would SMS me when I should collect him – should be around 3-4pm.

It is now 3pm – and it has just been suggested by Hubby that we venture down to the bedroom for a quick game of Coitus Interruptus.  I said what do you mean…  And apparently this is how it works:

We go down to the bedroom and do the nasty while waiting for the SMS.  If we are lucky, we will be done before the SMS arrives.  If we are not, then Coitus Interruptus is declared.

Men are such perverts!

Photographer in the making

Son no 3 has recently started taking photographic lessons through a club at school.  They have just done their first outing to the Walter Sisulu Botanical Gardens in Johannesburg and I thought I would share some of his pictures.  Apparently the gardens are beautiful and it is the ideal picnic spot.

Boys will be boys

I am the mother of 4 boys and although I regard my boys are reasonably mellow, I have had my fair share of visits to the emergency room. After 24 years of motherhood and 4 sons, I have this love hate relationship with my doctor,the emergency rooms and our medical aid.

I can diagnose almost anything now and I get really annoyed when doctors tell me I am wrong (- which is never!). I also get very annoyed when I have a injured child and I have to take him to the doctor before I can get an X-ray done. Invariably the doctor orders an xray just to make sure so why must I wait for an emergency appointment at the doctor (1- 2 hour wait) or emergency room if it is after hours (3-4 hour wait) then travel to the hospital and get an X-ray done (2 hour wait), then go back to the doctor for a follow up on the X-ray and to get the relevant treatment (1-2 hour wait). If I go straight to the X-ray department I can cut out at least one hour and possibly avoid going to the doctor if it is not serious and no broken or damaged bones indicated. I can make a proper booking for an appointment at the doctor and not spend 2 hours waiting for him to fit me in. This saves me time and money (and the medical aid spends less money as well). However I am obliged to follow the correct procedures and wasting my time waiting on the medical system in these times.

The most bazaar visit to the emergency room was probably when son no 3 came to us one evening saying his nose was itchy. Upon further questioning, he admitted to putting an “astro” up his nose. So of course off we go to the emergency room and fill in the obligatory forms and wait forever to be helped.

After a four hour wait in the emergency room the doctor was not in the least bit fazed about the astro. His advice was to leave it alone – it would crumble and disintegrate over time. I was so annoyed when I left there – I had spent hours waiting for nothing!

I am going to go back and reminisce about some of the emergency room visits I have had to make over the years.  So this is post 1 of many.  Look out for the rest……

Young love

So I finally met Son no 2’s girlfriend via Skype last night.  They have been going out for quite a few months now and they have not wanted me to meet her via Skype and have insisted that I meet her in person rather.

However, my son lives in Dubai and I live in South Africa and I have been bitching and complaining about not talking to my son over weekends.  Weekends is the best time to talk to him via Skype as he is very busy during the week.  But as the girlfriend stays over on the weekends, I have not been “allowed” to talk to him as the girlfriend may be there and I may see her or hear her in the background!

Finances have been a little challenging recently and Hubby has kept his wallet tightly zipped so no air ticket to Dubai for me has been forthcoming – even though I was prepared to give up all mothers day / birthday / Christmas and any other presents all year for an air ticket to Dubai to see my son and meet his new girlfriend.

So we met via Skype – and she is gorgeous.  She was sporting a new QUEEN t-shirt and has gorgeous long brown hair.  She was very pretty indeed and seemed to have an excellent sense of humour.

So guest what Hubby – I now want to go to Dubai more than ever to meet her in person!

Poem by my son

Found this poem on the whiteboard in my kitchen – was written by son no 3 – I thought it was vey good.

The tears that flavour my life
are a reminder of the special times we had.
They remind me of not just you
but who you are.