tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-85975482024-03-07T18:45:52.739+00:00GROOVY BANANAS!A DELISCIOUSLY DECEPTIVE DANCE DONE BY MY LEEETLE YELLOW FRIEND :-pGroovy Nutterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01513666277164124552noreply@blogger.comBlogger125125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8597548.post-14984778164998782232007-01-04T00:36:00.000+00:002007-01-04T00:39:10.304+00:00New pics...Hey all, I have posted some new yummy nail pics over on <a href="http://www.freddiesnails.blogspot.com">F.U.N.C. </a>by all means... check em out...been having a blast with glitters... Im a sparkly girl after all...teehee<br /><br />U can always check back by clicking the link called...F.U.N.C. ;-)Groovy Nutterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01513666277164124552noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8597548.post-39249635247561078912007-01-04T00:33:00.000+00:002008-12-10T20:40:00.870+00:00And peace shall come...<div>when my son my king sleeps....</div><br /><p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2o1Mxr0-AXK0NiTCwXCzsyAuqy5iC4L109wHiGpeXXhLUXiUTOs1hlQGtkewt3Rv8l6PXuQ5bqQ1AVq2qiXX2pWf22LNU0AVyyhjmacRSTOg92BnrclhNONSP5nE7ixMQ_QTbjQ/s1600-h/DSC00989.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5015967486726372178" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2o1Mxr0-AXK0NiTCwXCzsyAuqy5iC4L109wHiGpeXXhLUXiUTOs1hlQGtkewt3Rv8l6PXuQ5bqQ1AVq2qiXX2pWf22LNU0AVyyhjmacRSTOg92BnrclhNONSP5nE7ixMQ_QTbjQ/s320/DSC00989.jpg" border="0" /></a></p><p> </p>Groovy Nutterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01513666277164124552noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8597548.post-71917006329493074952007-01-04T00:28:00.000+00:002008-12-10T20:40:01.055+00:00Culinary Delight..take 2...Sash made this delectable lunch for me today... believe it or not... she make the potatoe latkes... herself... from scratch!<br /><br />Oy! vot a dish! (said with yiddish accent)<br /><br /><p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIM_vt6wrlqVtMC8T_2EW94eZxLMv5Ib8xMY2zGqra_akooKxRn_q3tG1Th9o_-pwbVt7i00xhYlRAOvVH1kmfDpry2gAv_GLnVrTNcvBlMvFKJ7exl527l1lbDkm_zUgDETWw0Q/s1600-h/DSC00990.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5015966468819123010" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIM_vt6wrlqVtMC8T_2EW94eZxLMv5Ib8xMY2zGqra_akooKxRn_q3tG1Th9o_-pwbVt7i00xhYlRAOvVH1kmfDpry2gAv_GLnVrTNcvBlMvFKJ7exl527l1lbDkm_zUgDETWw0Q/s320/DSC00990.jpg" border="0" /></a></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIM_vt6wrlqVtMC8T_2EW94eZxLMv5Ib8xMY2zGqra_akooKxRn_q3tG1Th9o_-pwbVt7i00xhYlRAOvVH1kmfDpry2gAv_GLnVrTNcvBlMvFKJ7exl527l1lbDkm_zUgDETWw0Q/s1600-h/DSC00990.jpg"></a></p><p></p><p></p><p></p>Groovy Nutterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01513666277164124552noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8597548.post-4951474369599053742007-01-02T22:08:00.000+00:002007-01-02T22:45:02.179+00:00Virgins...An advert for Virgin credit cards comes on the telly, Danny proclaims<br />" I hate virgins! Are you a virgin mom?"<br />I say,<br />"do you know wot a virgin is?<br />" He says "yes! its a star sign! I dont get along with them, but my best mates are librarians and germanys"<br />"well I'm a capricorn but your dad is a Libra" Say I to which he responds...<br /><br />"good! then dad is my best mate, too bad ur a crappycorn!" (He did that one on purpose!)Groovy Nutterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01513666277164124552noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8597548.post-6934439858116590422006-12-26T23:43:00.000+00:002006-12-27T00:35:35.505+00:00Chrismukkah...better than Chantmas!You know when so much has happened in a short period of time that you just dont know where to even begin!???<br /><br />Such has been my life the past few weeks... predominantly business based, but unfortunately overflowing into my personal life to such a degree that...christmas/ channukah has been and gone and not a decoration nor gift has been purchased for anyone...including my darling children.<br /><br />Its a hard one... Neither babewotIlovesomuch nor I grew up celebrating either festivity, but there is tremendous pressure amongst the jews here to celebrate channukah by giving the children gifts.<br /><br />In past years we have given gifts at this time of the year, I enjoyed it. However I guess we set a precident and the kids were dissapointed that they did not get anything this year. Although I explained the reasons why... it still hasnt seemed to sink in and ...ok...I feel guilty! There I said it! I. FEEL. GUILTY!...!!! (for extra emphasis)<br /><br />I have heard things like: "I will be the ONLY kid who didnt get any presents!" and "EVERYONE is getting a present and its not fair!" So this is where it gets a bit fuzzy. Do I get them a present, even tho there are more pressing issues to deal with, so that they dont feel "left out" "deprived" wotever! Or do I stick to my original, albeit selfish choice, to channel that money into a more productive future ultimately ...for them?<br /><br />I could do with a <a href="http://www.shmaltz.com/">brew!</a> <em><span style="font-size:85%;">(thanks to </span></em><a href="http://www.cherryflava.com/cherryflava/"><em><span style="font-size:85%;">cherryflava</span></em></a><em><span style="font-size:85%;"> for the link)</span></em>Groovy Nutterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01513666277164124552noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8597548.post-1163636451144670772006-11-16T00:00:00.000+00:002006-12-27T14:22:10.794+00:00My creepy roommate...<span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"><strong>Everyone has asked me if I shared a room<br />whilst in Belgium last week... my answer has been... no...but I did have to put up with a very creepy looking woman!<br /></strong></span><p><span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"><strong>Oh? say they...so you DID share a room then?</strong></span></p><p><span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"><strong>No! I had this huge painting of a woman, much like the Mona Lisa, who's eyes would follow you where ever u went. </strong></span><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1706/591/1600/DSC00764.0.jpg"><span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"><strong><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1706/591/200/DSC00764.jpg" border="0" /></strong></span></a></p><p><span style="color:#ffffff;"></span></p><p><span style="color:#ffffff;"></span></p><p><span style="color:#ffffff;"></span></p><p><span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"><strong></strong></span></p><p><span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"><strong></strong></span></p><p><span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"><strong></strong></span></p><p><span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"><strong></strong></span></p><p><span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"><strong></strong></span></p><p><span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"><strong></strong></span></p><p><span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"><strong></strong></span></p><p><span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"><strong></strong></span></p><p><span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"><strong></strong></span></p><p><span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"><strong></strong></span></p><p><span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"><strong></strong></span></p><p><span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"><strong></strong></span></p><p><strong><span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ffffff;"></span></strong></p><p><span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"><strong>It got to the point that although alone, I would close the loo door cos she was starin at me! So on my second night I resorted to putting a towel over her just so I could relax! Problem was the cleaner clearly didnt find it amusing and kept taking the damn towel off!! This became my evening ritual during my stay... "for fucks sake! do they not get a hint??! now I have to friggin put the towel over her again...creepy woman!.... <getting>sorry pal...you freak me out!"</strong></span></p><p><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1706/591/1600/DSC00762.0.jpg"><span style="color:#ffffff;"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1706/591/200/DSC00762.0.jpg" border="0" /></span></a></p><p><span style="color:#ffffff;"></span></p><p><span style="color:#ffffff;"></span></p><p><span style="color:#ffffff;"></span></p><p><span style="color:#ffffff;"></span></p><p><span style="color:#ffffff;"></span></p>Groovy Nutterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01513666277164124552noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8597548.post-1163461574885326232006-11-13T22:43:00.000+00:002006-12-27T14:24:04.392+00:00It's Official...<span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"><strong>Last week I made the dreaded trip to Belgium in order to complete my training to become a trainer in Gel Nail Enhancements and become an authorised distributor in the </strong></span><a href="http://www.professionails.com"><span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"><strong>Professionails</strong></span></a><span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"><strong> brand of products.<br /><br />I was under the impression that it was merely a formality but soon found out on arrival in Belgium by the president of the company that not all 20 of us, who had travelled from all over europe, would be leaving with a diploma entitleing us to teach and distribute their brand of products and services.<br /><br />No pressure! pfft!<br /><br />Although I have been working with these products for a good 5 and a half years, I found myself going back to basics with much of the training we recieved. I impressed myself a lot of the time with my knowledge of most of the product line and with the application processes. Its a lot like learning to drive a car really...in that... when u first learn to drive, you do everything exactly as u would need to for ur driving test, but then after years of driving, you find that it becomes so automatic that you dont even have to think about it anymore and you develop bad habits. This isnt a problem in the day to day process....but when you start teaching someone else to drive, you have to go back to the way you were taught originally in order to be effective as a teacher.<br /><br />I found this last week an invaluable tool in becomming a skilled and educated trainer which will hopefully result in skilled and educated students. The secret to success in my eyes, is to share the knowledge and skills that I have with those willing to learn. My success will be measured by their success.<br /><br />I was one of a select few who graduated with a diploma on their first visit to Belgium, many of them having returned for their 2nd or 3rd visit. I was the only uk representative of 3 who acheived this. So I am pretty darn chuffed.<br /><br />But there is more to this story than me tooting my own trumpet... I went on a small journey of self discovery whilst there. This involved many aspects, the first being in the company of people who shared my passion for doing nails, for the products, and who could be considered to be the best in the business. The amazing energy that a group of likeminded people can create is nothing short of wonderous!<br /><br />I also found a side of myself which apparently, I keep stashed away for special occassions such as these, a side I found to be rather appealing. I realised that I dont keep it stashed away, its a side that many people see on a daily basis, but that I choose not to acknowledge for some strange reason. Perhaps its a fear thing, that if I embrace this rather bubbly vivacious side of me that people would not accept who I am? I realised on this week away...that not only would they embrace this side of me, but they would infact migrate toward me and accept without condition that this...is who I am.<br /><br />I was acutely aware that there were groups of us from many different countries and cultures and the natural pull would be birds of a feather... I thought about this and made a conscious choice to bridge the language and cultures barrier between each group. I refused to follow my natural instinct to follow the "pack" culture and stick to the uk group...instead I flitted from group to group like a little social butterfly. I found nothing but love and acceptance at every port.<br /><br />The result, which may be even more meaningfull than the diploma I set off for, was connecting with a group of incredible, amazing souls who treated me no less than their equals. I do believe that in some instances, friendships were borne this last week in Belgium that may even last a lifetime.<br /><br />Thanks in advance to Esther of Holland for these pics....(who also happened to be one of our mentors and a cracking nail artist!...not to mention...an awesome chick!)<br /><br /></strong></span><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1706/591/1600/TrainingNov2006%20013.jpg"><span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"><strong><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1706/591/320/TrainingNov2006%20013.jpg" border="0" /></strong></span></a><span style="color:#ffffff;"><span style="font-family:arial;"><strong><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></strong></span><br /></span><span style="font-family:arial;"><strong><br /><span style="color:#ffffff;">The training... spot the red chick...aka...Moi!<br /><br /></span></strong></span><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1706/591/1600/TrainingNov2006%20066.jpg"><span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"><strong><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1706/591/320/TrainingNov2006%20066.jpg" border="0" /></strong></span></a><span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"><strong><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></strong></span><span style="font-family:arial;"><strong></strong></span><span style="font-family:arial;"><strong><br /><span style="color:#ffffff;"><em>(Note: red = CERTIFICATE OF ATTENDANCE.... YELLOW = DIPLOMA.) </em><br />me riiiight @ the back in the corner.<br /><br />Although all the girls were amazing and I bonded with each one of a different and meaningful level...the following two....will always have an extra special place in my heart....Elke sat by my side throughout the training course... and we bonded not only as friends but as a team...we were like a well oiled machine! And Camilla, I dunno... something just....clicked! Awesome energy! Amazing chick!<br /><br /></span></strong></span><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1706/591/1600/DSC00738.jpg"><span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1706/591/320/DSC00738.jpg" border="0" /></span></a><span style="color:#ffffff;"><br /></strong></span></span>Groovy Nutterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01513666277164124552noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8597548.post-1160500420275838102006-10-10T16:56:00.000+00:002006-12-27T14:26:59.116+00:00Now I remember...<span style="color:#ffffff;"><strong>Stumbled on this article courtesy of news24 .com, which had me floored at the utter arrogant idiocy with which these people operate. </strong><br /><strong></strong></span><br /><span style="color:#cccccc;"><strong>Johannesburg - Five Ivory Park would-be hijackers got more than they bargained for when they allegedly tried to rob a man of his car, North Rand police said on Tuesday.<br /></strong><br /></span><span style="color:#cccccc;"><strong>Superintendent Eugene Opperman said one of the five robbers had a pistol and instructed the driver to get out of his car on Sunday evening.<br /></strong><br /></span><span style="color:#cccccc;"><strong>The 35-year-old man took his car keys, got out of his car and was able to push two of the four men away.<br /></strong><br /><strong>"He then ran towards the hijacker's car where he pulled out the driver and drove away to the Ivory Park police station and reported the matter," said Opperman. </strong><br /><strong></strong><br /></span><strong><span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;">(ed. note: Not the wisest of descisions but hey...a pretty brave move none-the-less! Now this is where it goes from the sublime to the ridiculous.... )<br /></span></strong><br /><span style="color:#cccccc;"><strong>After a short while, one of the five who had allegedly tried to hijack the man came to the police station to report his car stolen. </strong><br /><strong></strong><br /></span><strong><span style="color:#666666;"><span style="color:#ff0000;">(ed note: Seriously dude! You're a hijacker!!! you report YOUR car stolen??? BY the guy who's car YOU were hijacking?!?!?)</span><br /></span></strong><br /><span style="color:#cccccc;"><strong>"By coincidence, a woman who was reporting a case of rape recognised the robber who had raped her earlier on Sunday," Opperman said. </strong><br /><strong></strong><br /></span><strong><span style="color:#ff0000;">(AND you're a rapist who just commited a rape as well?!?...talk about trusting the justice system...and yay for the poor woman who probably thought they would never catch the bastidge!)<br /></span></strong><br /><span style="color:#cccccc;"><strong>The man was arrested at the scene while his four accomplices were arrested shortly afterwards. The five were charged with attempted armed robbery and rape and would appear in Kempton park's magistrate's court on Tuesday.<br /></strong><br /></span><strong><span style="color:#666666;"><span style="color:#000000;"><span style="color:#ffffff;">You can read the full story</span> <a href="http://www.news24.com/News24/South_Africa/News/0,,2-7-1442_2007329,00.html"><span style="color:#ff0000;">here!</span></a></span></span><span style="color:#ff0000;"><br /></span></strong><strong><span style="color:#666666;"></span></strong>Groovy Nutterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01513666277164124552noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8597548.post-1160499341145546882006-10-10T16:51:00.000+00:002006-10-10T16:55:41.166+00:00Jussis Broe!<strong>Sitting yesterday with my kids when suddenly and without warning Danny, my son my king...born in London, living in Manchester with a full on british accent declares....<br /><br />"JUSSIS BROE!!!!"<br /><br />Ah....fruit of my loins</strong>Groovy Nutterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01513666277164124552noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8597548.post-1160403010186442482006-10-09T14:10:00.000+00:002006-10-09T14:27:45.346+00:00<b>Hysterical!!</b><br /><object width="425" height="350"><param name="movie" value="http://youtube.com/v/jHLwQu3lHnU"></param><embed src="http://youtube.com/v/jHLwQu3lHnU" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="350" height="275"></embed></object><br>Before watching this..I would advise you empty your bladder and then turn up ur sound...I laughed so hard...I cried!Groovy Nutterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01513666277164124552noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8597548.post-1160394590122085072006-10-09T11:48:00.000+00:002006-10-09T11:49:50.153+00:00Rocky2006!<a href="http://www.marok.org/Arte/Mix/rocky_is_back.swf">This</a> made me literally laugh out loud! Go check it out!Groovy Nutterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01513666277164124552noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8597548.post-1160341387947656142006-10-08T20:58:00.000+00:002006-10-08T21:05:05.770+00:00How do you like your eggs in the morning....<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1706/591/1600/eggs.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1706/591/320/eggs.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><p><strong><span style="color:#cc33cc;"></span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="color:#cc33cc;"></span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="color:#cc33cc;"></span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="color:#cc33cc;"></span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="color:#cc33cc;"></span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="color:#cc33cc;"></span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="color:#cc33cc;"></span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="color:#cc33cc;"></span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="color:#cc33cc;"></span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="color:#cc33cc;"></span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="color:#cc33cc;"></span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="color:#cc33cc;"></span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="color:#cc33cc;"></span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="color:#cc33cc;"></span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="color:#cc33cc;"></span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="color:#cc33cc;"></span></strong> </p><p><strong><span style="color:#cc33cc;"></span></strong> </p><p><strong><span style="color:#cc33cc;"></span></strong> </p><p><strong><span style="color:#cc33cc;"></span></strong> </p><p><strong><span style="color:#cc33cc;"></span></strong> </p><p><strong><span style="color:#cc33cc;"></span></strong> </p><p><strong><span style="color:#cc33cc;"></span></strong> </p><p><strong><span style="color:#cc33cc;"></span></strong> </p><p><strong><span style="color:#cc33cc;"></span></strong> </p><p><strong><span style="color:#cc33cc;"></span></strong> </p><p><strong><span style="color:#cc33cc;"></span></strong> </p><p><strong><span style="color:#cc33cc;"></span></strong> </p><p><strong><span style="color:#cc33cc;"></span></strong> </p><p><strong><span style="color:#cc33cc;"></span></strong> </p><p><strong><span style="color:#cc33cc;"></span></strong> </p><p><strong><span style="color:#cc33cc;"></span></strong> </p><p><strong><span style="color:#cc33cc;"></span></strong> </p><p><strong><span style="color:#cc33cc;"></span></strong> </p><p><strong><span style="color:#cc33cc;"></span></strong> </p><p><strong><span style="color:#cc33cc;"></span></strong> </p><p><strong><span style="color:#cc33cc;">My sunday morning breakfast...prepared by my awesome daughter... Love you my Snoo!...mommy..xxxx</span></strong></p>Groovy Nutterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01513666277164124552noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8597548.post-1159781566927772742006-10-02T09:21:00.000+00:002006-10-02T09:39:07.023+00:00Thoughts...<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1706/591/1600/canaanflower.0.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1706/591/200/canaanflower.jpg" border="0" /></a>Have a look at <a href="http://www.tut.com/cgi-bin/pd/pd.cgi?image=/pd/images/images/workout.jpg&form=form-workout.txt">this....</a><br /><br />And then.... <a href="http://www.tut.com/cgi-bin/pd/pd.cgi?image=/pd/images/images/justthink.jpg&form=form-justthink.txt">This!</a><br /><br />What are YOUR thoughts???<br /><br />Wishing all those who are observing on <a href="http://www.chabad.org/holidays/JewishNewYear/template.asp?AID=4687">this day</a>...an easy fast...xxx<br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">(ps..this is a pic my 6yr old nephew Canaan took when I was in SA)</span>Groovy Nutterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01513666277164124552noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8597548.post-1159698794542614812006-10-01T09:18:00.000+00:002006-10-01T10:33:14.556+00:00one in a million!Yesterday was the man wot I love so much's birthday, so I thought it would be nice to dedicate this post to him by pointing out some of the ways in which he adds value to me and the world around him...but <a href="http://www.tut.com/mmm.shtml">The Universe </a>got in there before me...and well...I dont think I could have possibly expressed how amazing this man of mine actually is if I had written it myself! This is how <a href="http://www.tut.com/mmm.shtml">The Universe </a>reflects my babe's energy...<br /><br />Saturday, September 30, 2006<br /><br />Happy Birrrrthday to Youuuu,<br />Happy Birrrrthday to Youuuu,<br />Happy Birrrrthday Dear Barry,<br />Happy Birrrrthday to Youuuu!<br /><br />A few years back… not so long ago, heaven and earth erupted into a major celebration with the news of your impending adventure into this very time and space. You see, someone like Barry Lask doesn’t come along all that often… in fact, there’s never been a single one like you, nor is there ever ANY possibility that another will come again. You’re an Angel among us. Someone, whose eyes see what no others will EVER see, whose ears hear what no others will EVER hear, and whose perspective and feelings will NEVER, ever be duplicated. Without YOU, the Universe, and ALL THAT IS, would be sadly less than it is.<br /><br />Quite simply:<br /><br />You’re the kind of person<br />Who’s hard to forget,<br />A one-in-a-million<br />To the people you’ve met.<br />Your friends are as varied<br />As the places you go,<br />And they all want to tell you<br />In case you don’t know:<br />That you make a big difference<br />In the lives that you touch,<br />By taking so little<br />And giving so much!<br /><br />Barry, you are so AWESOME! For your birthday, friends and angels from every corner of the Universe, including buddies you didn’t know you had, will be with you to wish you the HAPPIEST of Birthdays and an exciting new year in time and space. You won’t be alone!<br /><br />HAPPY BIRTHDAY, Barry!<br /><br />Happy Birthday my love...you are <a href="http://www.tut.com/cgi-bin/pd/pd.cgi?image=/pd/images/images/yourlight.jpg&form=form-yourlight.txt">MY </a>universe!! Yades xxxxGroovy Nutterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01513666277164124552noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8597548.post-1159140231192568122006-09-24T22:20:00.000+00:002006-09-27T22:40:37.126+00:00Steel MagnoliasMy best friends wedding was to say the least, breath taking. But lets start from the beginning.<br /><br />I get collected and whisked away to "city deep" where Mands is due for a final dress fitting at interflora flower market. On the way over she says "you have to help me Yay (she calls me Yay), I look like dolly parton in this dress and I have just had to buy a new bra thats cost like R600 (£50ish) in the hopes that my cleavage doesnt show" We arrive at the place and we get taken into a changing room where Mands immediately begins to strip whilst a deaf ousie pulls the dress onto her arms in preperation to slip over Mandy's head. Mands puts her new bra on whilst complaining that she has put on weight due to her having to take a pill to stop her period because of the <a href="http://jew.dp.ua/english/mikva.htm">mikvah</a>.<br /><br />Anyhoo, she gets strapped in and pinned and clipped and then they pull out, what I can only describe as.... sorry Mands.... the most hideous bolero jacket which she slips over her shoulders. Now in jewish weddings, the woman has to appear under the <a href="http://weddings.about.com/cs/glossary/g/Chuppah.htm">chuppah</a> as modestly dressed as possible, which means nothing above the forearm must be showing. (Hence the bolero disaster)<br /><br />She turns to face me and says... still fussing with her exposed cleavage and complaining that the jacket is too tight on her..."waddya think Yay?" My head realing with thoughts of "if you're a true friend you will say something" "its her final fitting, she can't change it now" "the wedding is in 3 days!!" "she obviously chose this thing, you will upset her if u say anything now!" "this is NOTHING like how I imagined she would look" "its not that bad...is it???"<br /><br />I smile and say... "you look beautiful my friend!"<br /><br />She looks at the dress maker and says... "omg, she doesnt like it!"<br /><br />CHIT!!! :-O ok... time to come clean pal... "No! I do like it...its just... that...bolero...its....not....I mean....its lovely.... its just....the dress is gorgeous! Really!... I dunno...it doesnt sit right....maybe.... it just needs.... ugh!"<br /><br />"First of all....can u stop tugging at your tits for g-d sakes!" "Yay, I cant have this cleavage under the chuppah!" "OK, damage control features, can't we just sew in a square panel to cover the cleavage?" The seamstress dissapears and comes back in minutes with a small peice of satin which she has pleated and tucks it into the top of the dress....<br /><br />Presto! No cleavages! problemo solvedo! actually...it finishes the dress off...looks like it was meant to be there.<br /><br />They keep trying to make the bolero from hell look better but, its making Mands stand funny. The seamstress is pulling out stitches on the sleeves to loosen it a bit... the whole time I am asking, couldnt we just try a satin wrap or something? Mands is giving me the evil eye saying she has to pay for the bolero and she isnt buying something else, besides, the Rabbi wont marry her if she isnt covered appropriately, so NO wrap!<br /><br />I say to her... " do you love your dress?"<br /><br />She responds hesitantly... " I... LIKE my dress..."<br /><br />"ok" say I.<br /><br />The bolero from hideousville still doesnt look right, its pulling across her back which is making her stick her voluptuous breasts out and pull her shoulders back and she is pulling and tugging and is clearly uncomfortable.<br /><br />I keep asking the seamstress, "dont u just have a strip of satin fabric that we can throw over her shoulders...just to TRY!" Eventually she gives in and dissapears into the back room. On her return she is carrying, wot appears to be, specifically designed to match this particular dress!<br /><br />She tries it on, and the result was...herMy Friendy dancing infront of the mirrors turning to me and saying without prompting...<br /><br />"OMG Yay! I LOVE my dress!!!"<br /><br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1706/591/1600/DSC00582.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1706/591/320/DSC00582.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />This was the final result...she looked..exquisite!<br /><br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1706/591/1600/DSC00579.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1706/591/320/DSC00579.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />My favourite pic!<br /><br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1706/591/1600/DSC00584.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1706/591/320/DSC00584.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Remember that little bump? Well this handsome young man...is the result! CA...UTE!!!<br /><br />The wedding was a moment in my life which I will treasure, not only because I got to see my special freindy finally commit to one man!...ok 2 if u count the widdle guy... but more importantly because as I sat at a table at which 7, including myself, of her oldest and dearest friends sat, and in her speech as she acknowledged each of us for showing true testament of a dear friendship, she choked back the tears. When mentioning her late mother, again fighting teats...I personally was bawling my eyes out...I turned to look at the rest of her friends at the table only to find...they too...had tears streaming down their faces...each of us holding our own special memory of the same person.<br /><br />It warmed my heart and I thought...O.M.G! Steel Magnolias features!! How very blessed this girl has been to have a group of such special friends who would cry right beside her. Not to mention...a good man to be her husband! <a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1706/591/1600/HPIM2064.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1706/591/320/HPIM2064.jpg" border="0" /></a>Amen.Groovy Nutterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01513666277164124552noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8597548.post-1159135965187298872006-09-24T22:05:00.000+00:002006-12-27T14:29:56.935+00:00He ain't heavy...<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1706/591/1600/DSC00628.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1706/591/320/DSC00628.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1706/591/1600/doron.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1706/591/320/doron.jpg" border="0" /></a><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1706/591/1600/dor.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1706/591/320/dor.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p><strong><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"></span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"></span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"></span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"></span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"></span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"></span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"></span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"></span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"></span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"></span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"></span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"></span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"></span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"></span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"></span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"></span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"></span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"></span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"></span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"></span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"></span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"></span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"></span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"></span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"></span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"></span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"></span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;">....He's my brother....xxx</span></strong></p><p></p><p></p><p></p>Groovy Nutterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01513666277164124552noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8597548.post-1158509779217032672006-09-17T12:56:00.000+00:002006-12-27T14:31:31.673+00:00And now I'm back! From Outta space...<span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"><span style="color:#ffffff;">Babe, man wot I love so much, drove me to the airport at wot I, and most normal people would consider to be the crack of a sparrows fart! Due to the terror threats, I was requested to be at the airport 3 hours prior to my departure. This meant... 3-a-fuckin-m...which translated into leaving home at omg-most-people-are-only-coming-home-from-a-joll-o'clock! Logically, I didn't see any need for going to bed...so I packed while everyone else in my household slept peacefully. Woke babe up when it was time to go...half way to the airport I realise...I don't have a terminal number...yikes! Call my travel hotline...bless them for being there at such an un-godly hour. Terminal 2..phew!<br /><br />We exchange "I love you's" but I can tell that he has alreddi put up his invisible sheilding. He does this, I think, to protect himself from that which his over active imagination warns him may become a reality. *shrug* Whatever!<br /><br />It takes me all of 10 mins to check in, making sure that the bag carrying all my nail equipment gets put through carefully with fragile stickers on it. The first thing that dawns on me as I go through customs and on to 'airside' is there is absolutely no element of time. Its almost like walking into another dimension. People milling about like its normal daylight hours... eating burger king, shopping for perfumes, puffing on a ciggie in the smoking section. (ok that was me...but there were others!) Hellooooo its 4 in the morning!!<br /><br />My flight to amsterdam is called and I stub out my last ciggie for a while to come. Strange as it may seem, I cant remember who I sat next to on the plane, its a short flight, just 35mins in the air. We land at Schipol and taxi up the runway for what seems like an eternity. A good 15-20mins. No kidding! I think the pilot got lost or something cos, we were taxiing for ages! Finally we are able to dis-embark. I'm panicking cos I have forgotten the time difference and think I might miss my connecting flight. Once in Schipol, I relax, realising my mistake. The airport is delightfully familiar to me, flooding back memories of</span> <a href="http://byinvitationonly.blogspot.com/2005/10/dam.html"><span style="color:#9999ff;">my trip with babe on his 40th birthday</span></a><span style="color:#9999ff;">.<br /></span><br /><span style="color:#ffffff;">After a little shop round duty-free, a couple of ciggies and a drink its time to board for the long haul to Jo'burg. We board the plane and as I look for my seat, my ears start picking up the familiar but long forgotten sounds of the south african 'twang'. I have to fight the desire to kiss and hug each of my fellow passengers as if they are long lost relatives. "hello, howzit china?!" is pumping through my blood as the reality of where I am and where I am going finally sets in. Settling into my seat, between a lady who has just travelled from toronto where her daughter lives, back to her home in Pretoria, and a couple with a 9 month old baby who have just finished a holiday in spain and returning to their home in Houghton.<br /><br />Of course, its the baby who initiates first contact. "pleased to meet you, my name is Sebastian" he screeches with delight as his mother translates with a strong south african accent. Sufficive to say, Sebastian and I got along swimmingly throughout the journey. Gorgeous kid. Loverly folks.<br /><br />We all chatted and got a small clipping from each others lifestory to carry with us on our journeys. I was saddened by the lady next to me's 'typical of the new south african' storie. Family strewn across the globe. Her having major spinal problems and still making the annual great trek to see her grandkids. She sat there, clearly in such pain and discomfort, without complaint. Her husband, who sat in the seat across the aisle from her, keeping a watchful eye on her. When she needed to go to the toilet, he would lift her into his strong arms supporting her whilst she adjusted to a standing position and then help her to the loo. (and probably in the loo as well) He would return her to her seat and support her as she winced her way down to sitting position. When he could no longer assist her in her struggle to find a comfortable position, he would stand and watch her with a look of agony of a man who could hardly bear to see the woman he clearly adored in such pain...his heart breaking right before my eyes. He waited patiently for her to settle, holding the blanket ready to cover her legs for her. I turned to her at one point and said " he cant bear to see you like this" she nodded in agreement and then shrugged as if to say "I wish he didnt have to." I touched her hand for a moment and said "dont worry, he can handle it, he clearly loves you so much." to which she sighed.."ja, ek weet" and wiped a solitary tear.<br /><br />For the 10 hours we were in the air, those people sat on either side of me, were my family. We shared so much, pain, frustration, fear, joy, laughter, smiles, exhaustion, anxiety, excitement and love.<br /><br />We landed, and as if those hours had never existed, we clambered off the plane to our new adventures. And so began the rhythmic beating of an old but ever so familiar and comforting drum....<br /><br /></span></span><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1706/591/1600/DSC00671.jpg"><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1706/591/320/DSC00671.jpg" border="0" /></span></a><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></span><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;">As we waited for our luggage, the age old saying... "theres no rush in africa" sprung to mind. It took ages for the bags to get offloaded and typically, mine seemed to be the last.<br /><br />Finally I had my goodies and I rushed toward the doors, I dont know if it was the fact that I was about to come face to face with my brother whom I hadn't seen in 5 years...or the promise of a fag after 10 hours straight but my legs couldn't carry me quickly enough.<br /><br />I pushed my trolley through the sea of faces, all waiting to see someone else come through the doors, scanning them myself thinking "will I even recognize my own brother after all these years?" and then I saw him... my couldn't-do-anything-wrong-in-my-eyes-totally-rocks guy, smiling and waving. I smile and wave back trying not to run people down with my trolley but not really 'bovvered' if I do cos my hero, my backstop, my big bruvvah is merely in leaping distance now so...wotEVA!<br /><br />"Hello my darling" are his first words to me as we hug... "HI! how are you?" I respond... and so began my journey of re-discovery, or re-membering as my heart skipped a beat and began drumming to the african rhythm borne in my soul.</span>Groovy Nutterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01513666277164124552noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8597548.post-1156699005342262792006-08-27T13:25:00.001+00:002006-08-27T17:16:45.360+00:00Time...Gawd! How time flies eh? Been ages since I have managed a post, and yet there is so much going on that I'm not entirely sure where to begin.<br /><br />As it is probably the foremost thing on my mind at present...I am returning to the land of my birth, my motherland, I'm going back to my roots...yea! Yes people, I shall be winging my way to Joeys, Jo'burg, Gauteng, South Africa one week from today! The prodigal daughter returns and all that malarky. It has been almost 10 years since we left those god-forsaken shores and over 5 years since my last visit.<br /><br />The motivation: My Best Friends Wedding! You may remember a post entitled <a href="http://byinvitationonly.blogspot.com/2005/11/mandela.html"><strong><span style="color:#ff0000;">"Mandela"</span></strong> </a>which was dedicated to this special woman. I swore that I would be there for her wedding...and wherever humanly possible, I like to keep my promises.<br /><br />The best and worst part, is that I am flying solo! A difficult decision, but a necessary one. Best because I wont have any one else to consider or consult before making a decision while there, worst because they very much want to accompany me (especially Sash) and I desperately would like to share this with them. But reality bites people! So it's Billy-no-mates-doing-jo'eys-solo-features.<br /><br />Speaking of Billy-no-mates... it has come to my attention that my son, my king... has FINALLY (after almost 2 years in this house) made some friends down the road! Whoopeeeee! So today he brought his "friend" round to see his house.... his gorgeous, blond, petite, named Sophie..."friend"...hehe...and oh my gawd guys, I witnessed my rambunctious, cocky, cheeky, bless his little tochas, son...turn into the perfect little gentleman. Offering drinks and biscuits and crisps after a grand tour of our somewot messy home. Ha! (see mom! I TOLD u he would sort himself out!) Now ...if I can just get Sash to meet a couple of local kids...hmmm.<br /><br />Finally, my mom in law...has officially left the building! After having her as a houseguest for close to 6 months, and as much as I loved having her here, I was muchos relieved that I was getting my house, my life, and my privacy back. I wish her well in her new home.Groovy Nutterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01513666277164124552noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8597548.post-1156685144538703252006-08-27T13:21:00.000+00:002006-08-27T13:25:44.553+00:00Puss in Pot<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1706/591/1600/DSC00499.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1706/591/320/DSC00499.jpg" border="0" /></a>Groovy Nutterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01513666277164124552noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8597548.post-1155598162627074512006-08-14T23:25:00.000+00:002006-08-14T23:29:22.643+00:00Notice...<span style="font-family:arial;"><strong>This notice tickled me.....<br /></strong></span><br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1706/591/1600/notice.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1706/591/320/notice.jpg" border="0" /></a>Groovy Nutterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01513666277164124552noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8597548.post-1153525587810364152006-07-21T23:27:00.000+00:002006-12-27T14:33:07.206+00:00He said, She said...<span style="color:#9999ff;"><strong>Just a couple of funny things my kids have come up with recently....</strong><br /><strong></strong><br /><strong>As its been really...REALLY hot here in Manchester recently and the fact that <span style="font-family:arial;">Danny is a born and bred brit, bless his little 8yr old tochas (bum), he stated to me on what was recorded to be the hottest day of the year when I fetched him from school...</span></strong></span><span style="color:#9999ff;"><span style="font-family:arial;"><br /><strong></strong><br /><strong>"Mom, I am SO hot that even my sweat has got sweat!!"</strong> </span><br /><br /></span><span style="font-family:arial;"><span style="color:#ffccff;">**************************************************</span><br /><strong><span style="color:#000000;"></span></strong></span><br /><span style="color:#ffccff;"><span style="font-family:arial;"><strong>Sash, my 12 yr old, on the other hand came up with a doozie remark the other day the onversation went something like this:</strong><br /><strong></strong><br /><strong>Me: so how was school?</strong><br /><strong>Sash: Fine</strong><br /><strong>Me (hoping to get more than the usual one word responses): did you learn anything interesting today?</strong><br /><strong>Sash: Actually, someone told me that they have discovered a new planet.</strong><br /><strong>Me: Really? who told u that?</strong><br /><strong>Sash: Oh, I cant remember who, just heard someone saying.</strong><br /><strong>Me: Cool! So is it like in our solar system?</strong><br /><strong>Sash: I dunno.</strong><br /><strong>Me: Hmm, is it in this galaxy?</strong><br /><strong>Sash: I dunno.</strong><br /><strong>Me: Well where is this new planet then?</strong><br /><strong></strong><br /><strong>Sash: What do you want....Directions!??!?!</strong> </span><br /></span><br /><strong><span style="color:#000000;"></span></strong><span style="font-family:arial;"><span style="color:#ffccff;">****************************************************</span><br /><strong><span style="color:#000000;"></span></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"><span style="color:#9999ff;"><strong>I collected Danny from school the other day, he climbs in the car stating that "today was THE worst day of his life!!!!!!" (NB mega exclamations!)</strong><br /><strong>I ask him "why? What happened?"</strong><br /><strong>He says "someone stabbed him!"</strong><br /><strong>Shocked I say "what u mean stabbed u, with what?!??!"</strong><br /><strong>He replies " another boy stabbed me with his pencil!" pulling his shirt open at the same time and showing me a pin prick puncture in his chest. "I can hardly breathe now!"</strong><br /><strong>I say " aww, its just a little hole, Im sure u will be fine"</strong><br /><strong>He says " the worst part of it was that I was so thirst and hungry but I didnt have anything to drink or eat 'cos I was scared that if I did, it would come squishing out of the hole...and now Im starving!!"</strong></span></span>Groovy Nutterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01513666277164124552noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8597548.post-1153524427933549012006-07-21T22:51:00.000+00:002006-12-27T14:34:02.385+00:00Deep Fried Piedah<span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"><strong>Cooking friday night dinners can be a tedious tiring thankless task. But there is one friday night supper that wont be forgotten in a long while.<br /><br />I was cooking my world famous chicken and beef shnitzel (I call it shnitzNel cos thats how Danny used to say it when he was younger) which involves egging and then crumbing the meat and then shallow frying it in very hot oil. Of course in this process there is invariably a few stray crumbs that come off the meat and float freely in the seering hot oil.<br /><br />This never posed a problem untill the other night...<br /><br />There I was, standing infront of the cooker with a pan of bubbling oil cooking merrily when something caught my eye...as I looked up from the pan I saw a fairly large spider pretty much at eye level to me, bungie jumping from the overhead extractor! I dont know if it was my reaction next that did it as I gave a yelp of shock ...as one does...when confronted with a bungie jumping daredevil spider, or perhaps it was a simple scientific explanation of too much heat from the bubbling sea of oil and browning shnitznels below for that fine thread like bungie web, that caused this clearly suicidal beast to swan dive directly into the lava like furnace below him.<br /><br />"OH MY G-D!!!!" shouted I into the pan...searching amongst the floating burnt crumbed cornflakes hoping to find one special floater, with legs! Praying that it had not landed on one of the pieces of meat that were busily frying but realising that there wasnt a ...dare I say it... "spiders chance in hot oil"...haha...geddit? ..spiders? hot oil?....a little more riske' than a snowballs chance in hell...of me finding that deep fried 8 eyed freak!<br /><br />And so, we dined, with a whole new perspective on Haute Cuisine. To quote Timon of "The Lion King" ...<br /><br />"It comes...with a very pleasant...CRUNCH!"</strong></span>Groovy Nutterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01513666277164124552noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8597548.post-1153092374543769912006-07-16T23:25:00.000+00:002006-07-16T23:30:04.980+00:00Pics from the "formal do"<embed src="http://widget-be.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" quality="high" scale="noscale" salign="l" wmode="transparent" flashvars="site=widget-be.slide.com.com&channel=72057594038112190&cy=bl" width="350" height="262" name="flashticker" align="middle" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer"></embed>Groovy Nutterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01513666277164124552noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8597548.post-1152037806796107782006-07-04T15:32:00.000+00:002006-12-27T14:36:22.051+00:00The P.A.R.T.Y<strong><span style="color:#000000;"><span style="color:#ffffff;"><span style="font-family:arial;">Ok so, whilst its still fresh in my mind... heres the low down of Sashi's big day.</span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;">We bought a gorgeous white marquee</span><span style="font-family:Arial;"> tent in which to have the party ala South African style...ie...in the 'gardin' ... somebody forgot to tell me I wasn't Dorothy and that I definately wasn't in 'Kansas' anymore... well....loads of people told me but...would I listen?!? pfffft!</span><br /></span><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span></span></strong><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1706/591/1600/DSC00507.jpg"><strong><span style="color:#000000;"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1706/591/320/DSC00507.jpg" border="0" /></span></strong></a><span style="color:#000000;"><strong><br /></strong><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span><br /></span><strong><span style="color:#ffffff;"><span style="font-family:Arial;">We are in the midst of a "heat wave" here in Manchester... which in its essence is laughable to say the least...infact they stated on the radio this morning that we are one notch away from a state of emergency should it get any hotter....ahahahaaaaaaaaa!!!! Yes people... in the middle of a friggin heat wave...twenty-fuckin-eight degrees out there! All us rainbow peeps are grinning from ear to ear chooning "ja man, now THIS is summer! pull out the braai (barbeque)" </span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span></span></strong><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1706/591/1600/DSC00508.jpg"><strong><span style="color:#000000;"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1706/591/320/DSC00508.jpg" border="0" /></span></strong></a><strong><span style="color:#000000;"><br /><br /><br /><br /></span></strong><strong><span style="color:#000000;"></span></strong><p></p><p><strong><span style="color:#000000;"></span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="color:#000000;"></span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="color:#000000;"></span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="color:#000000;"></span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="color:#000000;"></span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="color:#000000;"></span></strong></p><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span><br /><strong><span style="color:#000000;"><span style="color:#ffffff;"><span style="font-family:Arial;">But alas, much like our south african summer, those late afternoon thunder showers which would be welcomed with a dash inside for a chill on the cool leather sofa infront of the telly untill it stopped and if it wasnt lightning, we could even have a goof (swim) in the rain... </span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;">There was no holding back mother nature on sunday.</span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;">At 5pm, after a sweltering day of trying to keep ice and chocolates from melting and drinks to stay chilled and decorating the marque with pink, silver and black helium balloons, ribbons ect.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;">The heavens opened, but not just opened... a mancunian phrase aptly describes it as 'CHUCKIN IT DOWN!'. We were in an electrical thunder storm that created rivers in the roads in a matter of minutes. I wasn't worried... it would pass... rather now than later eh? So for an hour it torrented down, and we watched the marque thrashing in the gale force winds, the balloons which were loose on the ceiling of the marquee almost making their way out of the air vents. Barry and his brother ran out when they noticed the ceiling beginning to cave in from the weight of the water and began pushing the water out... the carpet getting soaked. </span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;">Then the dj called, "are we still going ahead?" "we dont have a choice! Its gonna break! Its just a summer storm!" I shout down the phone worried that the lightening overhead is gonna shoot through the mouth peice and melt my fillings. "Right, see u in 30 mins" says he.</span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;">By the time he arrived, the rain had stopped and just that distant rumble every so often reminded us of what had passed. They got all the gear into the marquee and I set about trying to dry the tables and chairs a bit, went inside to finish my make-up and realised we had been in the eye of the storm as the winds picked up again and so began the tale end of what we will fondly dub " hurricane SHIRA (Sashi's hebre<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1706/591/1600/DSC00511.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1706/591/320/DSC00511.jpg" border="0" /></a>w name).</span><br /></span><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span><br /></span></strong><strong><span style="color:#ffffff;"><span style="font-family:Arial;">The DJ insisted that this was it for the night, he wasnt going to put his or the lives of everyone else at risk by staying out in the marquee and we needed to move the whole party inside. All hands on deck at this point with the men carrying all my lounge and dining furniture into the marquee and all the party and disco gear into the rapidly emptied lounge dining area of my home. Literally with 2 mins to spare.</span><br /></span></strong><em><br /></em><span style="color:#ffffff;"><strong><span style="font-family:Arial;">Guests started arriving, by 7:35 the rain had stopped! The sun returned to its former spendour and I had 25 kids crushing chocolate, crisps, burgers, hotdogs, sherbert ect into my carpets, putting mustard onto helium balloons and sending them back up to my ceiling, sitting around texting each other on their mobiles or hanging around outside on the street while the dj played his music to himself. Whilst the small contingency of adults sat around my dining room table...in the marquee!</span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;">At that point I just decided to stop worrying and to just enjoy the evening, everybody was fed, warm, dry, happy, but most of all...Sasha-Lee was having a good time. 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style="font-family:arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">Who'd allow, who'd allow a face 2 be soft as a flower</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">I could bow and feel proud in the light of this power</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">Could U beThe Most Beautiful Girl in the World </span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">It's plain 2 seeU're the reason that God made a girl</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">Oh yes U are</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">And when the stars fall one by one from the sky</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">I know Mars could not be 2 far behind</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">Cuz baby, this kind of beauty has got no reason 2 ever be shy</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">Cuz honey this kind of beauty is the kind that comes from inside</span><br /><span 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