(1) OMG so scary to watch.......but so proud of him.... - Debbie Van Niekerk

(1) OMG so scary to watch.......but so proud of him.... - Debbie Van Niekerk:



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Aran Van Niekerk.. My son ...so proud of him

What the hell??? I NEVER knew

HOLY SHIT..... no for real..... all this time, years, and years, laxatives later, detoxing, juicing, dieting... any diet... name one you can name a 100, those are all the diets I have been on... Fuckit.... and the answer was right here... in a itsy bitsy little packet that costs 1-00 at the local shop.  

So many years have passed, and I remained over weight.  Even doing exercise and getting a personal trainer, I am overweight.... ok so i am muscling up big time, but then, I do know that cos I gotta lotta wobbles going on my body and while I excercise like a demon I am turning the wobble into muscle.. Well not like that but that the muscle grows and pushes the fat out the way.  I just gotta wait to wobble less... Aaaannyhooo, I am digressing from my point.......

Last night the Rattex Queen told me to have a teaspoon of Epson Salt.  No lies, that shit tastes bad man... horrible.  She said it would do my skin the world of good.  I mean, at 71 she should have knowledge right.... And then Sasha told me last week her mum had used it as well... So, who am I to disagree... I tried the epson salts.  I had a teaspoon last night, and then I had a teaspoon this morning.  Now I am NOT 100% sure if you need to do this twice a day or only once.  Me, I did it twice cos thats who I am.. I always overdo everything.. More is always better in my eyes... 

This morning, I get to work, Andrew is sitting at my desk. I loved it as I enjoy chatting to him and catching up etc, but for fucksakes, when you have 2 teaspons of epson salts in your body, its not good timing.  I have never prayed to hard for Andrew to leave the office.  I swear, I could shit through the eye of a needle... Its wonderful writing this blog, knowing I am sitting on the loo and getting thinner by the minute.  Perhaps I have overdone it.. who knows, but hells bells, its gotta be good..  I think perhaps I did overdo, but aaaah well, will make right tomorrow.. (who knew, who bloody knew it was that simple)......  

For now, the toilet is my friend...... and i LOVE IT!!!

Toodles noddles.

Whats a gal to do

You know, when there is fighting, and you are just there, not involved, not the middle man, just there, and things go awry, and all of a sudden, you have no office....ever had that??? I did!!! I was officeless for 3 weeks... whoooar.... that obviously gave me more tan time...for which I was grateful, however the sun wanted no part of it. The South Easter was blowing so hard, I had to wear a costume top or else my tits would have blown away... one to the left, the other.... who the hell knows, probably to right....  I constantly wanted to turn on the solar heating in the pool, but then the weather changes. Who knew what the hell was up with it.  I put my back out so bad getting on the lilo, I looked like a mix between a ho and Russian gymnast on crack doing a double flip.  I was not aware I was a contortionist.  My body told me afterwards, in a long languid bath, that we were not on the same page or even speaking the same language.  Strange that, cos I normally drink myself thin and yet I was sober trying to get on the lilo..  Anyway, I got some sun... Oh yeeee great God of sun... I lovest thee.  and now the bloody wind is blowing again and its raining sporadically so once again i cant tan this afternoon.

All that aside, I had the opportunity to have a most amazing bit of a vay cay with some people.  Life is weird eh, if it doesnt throw you a curve ball, it lines the stars up ..its always the one or the other.  In this case, I would say I have a bit of both.  I wont embellish on it much, however what I can and will say is...... when you know you have fucked up, and you accept it, then no matter who is with you on the journey, you are going to see it through to the end, and not let anyone ruin it for you.  Ever been on holiday with a *anything you can do I can do better* or *any place you have been I have been better* or even *anything you have done, i have done more*....Aaaarg save me from people like that....I met the most amazing people, 2 other couples that did the bit of the adventure with us, were so much fun to hang out with.....  So I got a bit of an attitude with the person, and then I realized its not their fault.  She cant help who she is, but I can help who I am, and my choice is, accept that I did wrong and just go with the flow, knowing that after this, I have learnt that I can actually do what I want, and not have to be the softie to accept everything.

I got Channy to take my hair out 2 days prior then I had to get Tiara in to put it back on..... and then I had the false lashes glued on... Wowzer super glue delux, i now dont have eyelashes, but you  know thats not an issue cos you just draw a dark eyeliner above your eye and whala....you can get away with it..

I have moved into the new office.   Its hollow, so someone said I must put a plant in.  Ok, but who the hell is gonna water the thing.  I dont have green fingers amongst the things that I dont have. However they do say a boer maak n plan, so lets see.  Perhaps I should go and buy myself a plant and see how long it lasts...I always give everything a try.. You never know, I might stumble upon my calling without even realizing it.

The Rattex Queen went to Durban to visit her sister for a short while..I was hoping it was gonna be three months but alas, it was only 5 weeks.  In those 5 weeks, I absolutely transformed the dining room before she got back so that she could not give me her ideas.  It looks amazingroom!!!! Everything in its place.  So now I think I am an interior decorator... Pfffft.  lets wait and see cos there is always something that can go wrong......

For now, its toodles noodles...... I just wanted to write a bit, and will be doing it sooner rather than later, as I am gonna be writing a blog for the beauty guru, a page that Tiara has set up.  Could only be fun.  I think she wants me to write on how NOT to do things....

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My new best friend..Gotta love her!!!!!!!

Every single time I think I am gonna blog I get distracted.  So now I finally sit here and just do it.  And I happen to think its perfect timing.

Firstly let me apologize to those that know me, and even those that don't but that will be, or could be meeting me in the future. I have to apologize for being a bitch.  A proper bitch... not a pretend one, a proper one and yet I am not cut from the bitch cloth, but oooh boy, its here, its in my mind and body... its my new best friend ........I have been avoiding meeting her but aaah, she finally come to to meet me fully.. Meet my new best friend ... her name is "Menopause".  Once again, let me say I have to apologize in advance, for when I am going to be rude to you, or be mean or nasty..... These power surges I get.... I can no longer call it a tropical vacation, cos its up the antes... its way hotter than that, it equates to a power surge.. so ya.... Eskom I swear I can give you a run for your money.

These estrogen induced bipolar, manic depressive, with psychotic rages, shared with bouts of crying, is a full time new behavioral pattern.  I never know who I am going to wake up as.  Could be all smiles, could be totally pissed at the first person I see, or I could just be sad.  I have learnt that I am able to cry at the drop of a hat.  Anyone can say *how are you??*  And that invokes crying..... but only on the cry days ok... ask me that shit on a Devil is here day, and you will quite possibly meet the foot up your arse, or a book thrown at you. When i have my double dose of psycho I see things my way... My way is the highway of late... Get outa my face!!!!!

And it gets better... much much better.... try losing weight when you are menopausal.  If you have followed my blog you are well aware that I suck on a diet... Totally fucken suck ok!!! I have not lost weight since November last year.... however, I have gained... Yay is me... Oh wait.. thats my sarcastic button ....ooops. And after reading numerous articles on google... (Hell yes I google everything) and Wikipedia (sure sure but not as nice as google) I see that chances of me losing my weight is slimmer than a hen growing 2 front teeth. Imagine how that is pissing me off too.

The only thing good is Aran.. He just had his knee op and now is out of racing superbikes for the season.  I hope its only the season cos cor blimey I would miss my drink like a deranged person days....

I got a nice little get together going this weekend.  All the old gals  (NOT age wise ok) coming over and then its the Rattex Queens birthday on Saturday.. OMG... Its going away.  I am having it posted to Durban to visit her sister for a month.  Bring on happy changes while she is gone....LOL... Oooops, but yes there will be plenty invites to get you all to come help with renovations...

So in conclusion I would like to say... I recon I am still a hot babe.... it only comes in flashes now though...

Be good ya'll and have a fabulous day..

Nkandla Style

My poor neglected blog

Oh dear Lord, I have NOT blogged like in....FOREVER... I have no idea why I have been so lax.  Its not as if I had nothing to write or to report on.  Trust me, its not all smiles and roses.  Hell the drama just gets worse and then just when you think it cant get any worse it actually does.

Good news is that Aran raced this weekend that just passed, and did a tremendous job.. Ooooh fuck that noise let elocution go out the window and ..NOT gonna speak like that...lemmie tell you how it is homie..he did fucken well man.  2nd in the 1st race and then in the second race the ferring started coming off and dragging which made him slow down.  He ended 6th but still ended 3rd overall.  Not to shabby for someone who only realised the day before that he was gonna race.  My voice was gone for 3 days... (I think the old man here is very happy.  (My bosses father) cos he shits me out daily.... Telling me I talk too loud..AS IF.... ok ok so I do, and i know but hell you know, how does one silence a talker... pfffffft) 

So glad that Arans sponsor had come through, which without him, there would have been no racing.  What an awesome sponsor he has.  Thanks to the sponsor I have started drinking again cos you know the nerves are a bit frazzled when the boykie races superbikes,..... was good to feel the vibe again.. bloody awesome actually....Now that I no longer drink Vodka, I seem to behave.  I think the fact that I am no longer drinking the ponchos also helps a lot!!! I now drink Jaegie....EEEWWW actually,  but I do tell Megan, Channy and myself that its herbal and its good for us..........Then the next day he cycled the Argus.  Craaaaaazy I tell ya... he did not miss a beat.  3h03min.  done and dusted and then cycled yesterday and today and every other day I suppose.  He does encourage me to cycle.  I am of the opinion that if I lie to him and tell him that I am peddling on my electric bike, that he would believe me but then that would encourage him to push me harder, which in turn would just scare me, cos he is a tough nut, and I doubt very much if I would actually like him to be my gym master.  Aran is one tough cookie 

I know I am the antithesis of my son.  Where he is skinny, I am.... big boned???? LOL naah KIDDING.... I am a proper duk stuk in the full sense of the word.  Hey, before you say stop knocking yourself, please remember that I vow to speak the truth and only the truth about my weight...... I am FAT...thats the truth and that is not knocking anyone or anything... Knocking things could be fun..but aaaarg.... not yet.  

So right now I am back at zumba.  I dance twice a week like a bloody crazy latin freak...not the normal ones trust me..... cos my tits just jiggy all bloody over the show....not quite normal,.... and well,  I am convincing myself that I have a plan...a very good plan indeed to lose weight...The plan.....DO NOT DIET!!!!!!!... bloody hell.... lets see how thats gonna work for me.  When I leave zumba class, I am sure that I am much lighter cos I sweat my arse off in that class.  So now, I have decided to see a Hypnotist.  I told him what to say while I am under but I doubt if he will listen..  I just want him to tell me that I cant eat when happy or when sad....LOL... now imagine that. I want him to tell me that I must eat 5 small meals a day and drink water......shit a brick I should make sure to tell him to say that each portion is the size of a california roll.. that should do it.... or the little bowl that you put your soya sauce in... oh dear Lord, now this is making me think of sushi,... and now hungry.. Dammit if all else fails I am gonna wire my jaw shut... bloody hell.... but dont worry.  Next time you hear from me, I will be thinner, I cant tell you how much, I still don't know which manner is gonna do it...but one of them sure is gonna work

Oh. there has been some hectic drama in the family, but its too soon.  Way too soon to talk about it. 

For now I shall say toodle to you noodles...and catch up soon... I missed blogging!!! damn its been cathartic

My poor neglected blog

Oh dear Lord, I have NOT blogged like in....FOREVER... I have no idea why I have been so lax.  Its not as if I had nothing to write or to report on.  Trust me, its not all smiles and roses.  Hell the drama just gets worse and then just when you think it cant get any worse it actually does.

Good news is that Aran raced this weekend that just passed, and did a tremendous job.. Ooooh fuck that noise let elocution go out the window and ..NOT gonna speak like that...lemmie tell you how it is homie..he did fucken well man.  2nd in the 1st race and then in the second race the ferring started coming off and dragging which made him slow down.  He ended 6th but still ended 3rd overall.  Not to shabby for someone who only realised the day before that he was gonna race.  My voice was gone for 3 days... (I think the old man here is very happy.  (My bosses father) cos he shits me out daily.... Telling me I talk too loud..AS IF.... ok ok so I do, and i know but hell you know, how does one silence a talker... pfffffft) 

So glad that Arans sponsor had come through, which without him, there would have been no racing.  What an awesome sponsor he has.  Thanks to the sponsor I have started drinking again cos you know the nerves are a bit frazzled when the boykie races superbikes,..... was good to feel the vibe again.. bloody awesome actually....Now that I no longer drink Vodka, I seem to behave.  I think the fact that I am no longer drinking the ponchos also helps a lot!!! I now drink Jaegie....EEEWWW actually,  but I do tell Megan, Channy and myself that its herbal and its good for us..........Then the next day he cycled the Argus.  Craaaaaazy I tell ya... he did not miss a beat.  3h03min.  done and dusted and then cycled yesterday and today and every other day I suppose.  He does encourage me to cycle.  I am of the opinion that if I lie to him and tell him that I am peddling on my electric bike, that he would believe me but then that would encourage him to push me harder, which in turn would just scare me, cos he is a tough nut, and I doubt very much if I would actually like him to be my gym master.  Aran is one tough cookie 

I know I am the antithesis of my son.  Where he is skinny, I am.... big boned???? LOL naah KIDDING.... I am a proper duk stuk in the full sense of the word.  Hey, before you say stop knocking yourself, please remember that I vow to speak the truth and only the truth about my weight...... I am FAT...thats the truth and that is not knocking anyone or anything... Knocking things could be fun..but aaaarg.... not yet.  

So right now I am back at zumba.  I dance twice a week like a bloody crazy latin freak...not the normal ones trust me..... cos my tits just jiggy all bloody over the show....not quite normal,.... and well,  I am convincing myself that I have a plan...a very good plan indeed to lose weight...The plan.....DO NOT DIET!!!!!!!... bloody hell.... lets see how thats gonna work for me.  When I leave zumba class, I am sure that I am much lighter cos I sweat my arse off in that class.  So now, I have decided to see a Hypnotist.  I told him what to say while I am under but I doubt if he will listen..  I just want him to tell me that I cant eat when happy or when sad....LOL... now imagine that. I want him to tell me that I must eat 5 small meals a day and drink water......shit a brick I should make sure to tell him to say that each portion is the size of a california roll.. that should do it.... or the little bowl that you put your soya sauce in... oh dear Lord, now this is making me think of sushi,... and now hungry.. Dammit if all else fails I am gonna wire my jaw shut... bloody hell.... but dont worry.  Next time you hear from me, I will be thinner, I cant tell you how much, I still don't know which manner is gonna do it...but one of them sure is gonna work

Oh. there has been some hectic drama in the family, but its too soon.  Way too soon to talk about it. 

For now I shall say toodle to you noodles...and catch up soon... I missed blogging!!! damn its been cathartic