I have been itching to blog for a very very long time, but due to the head space I was in, did not think it was such a great idea as some people really really pissed me off. Its very difficult to forgive someone. Very damn difficult. Anyway, I have decided that sticks and stones may break my bones and your wonderful words did hurt, does still hurt, however, I will forgive but I wont forget. Notwithstanding bullies.... THOSE I do not even want to know and do not acknowledge. All in all, I have come to the conclusion that I cannot and will not allow other people and their nastiness to turn me into an angry nasty person. Remember this..... treat people as you want to be treated....
It was Nationals at Killarney 2 Saturdays ago. OMG what a rush we had. Aran rode like a superstar I tell ya and I was mighty proud of him. Vodka (as usual) was the order of the day...Megan and I decided that we were going to get a designated driver, and that we were going to let our hair down. This we did!!! This we did with major aplomb! My lil Sasha was there too. We never saw much of her during the day, bless her, but we certainly saw her that night. There was no band playing, (strange but true) but that did not stop anyone. We all went hell for leather with whatever we were drinking and it was giving us dutch courage to dance like dooses and still think we were doing a great job. Lang arm never felt so good to modern tunes.... What the hell???
And what exciting conversations were heard in the toilets. Oh boy, ladies are so funny. I do believe a drunk mans words are a sober mans thoughts, and for some reason, the toilets are to drunk girls like a confessional booth in the Catholic Church is to nuns!!! It all just.... comes out..... hahahaha......
Then of course there was Ashlees' 21st. What a stunner that girl has become. She is like the Lauren Conrad of SA I tell ya. It was a surprise party for her, and Adam aka Charlie and Kathy aka One of the Angels did a formidable job with Rae whoever, (he is Romano to me) and of course his sister and family. I liked the porra family they are so cute. I thought I shocked the socks off them the last time we met but alas, the mum cool as a cucumber, was up for a good laugh telling Mark (you KNOW who you are) that he was gonna get laid. Oh boy the poor hubby was a bit embarrassed there. Ole Adam and Kath and I were still chatting and drinking at 3.30 in the morning and all the youngsters were in bed already. I mean what the hell!!!!! When are these kids gonna learn!!!
On Friday it was Channy and Granny Martches birthdays as well. Auds flew down as a surprise for Channy and it was really really great to see her. We actually spent a lot of time in good ole emotional conversation that was necessary on both sides. Lets just say its been emotional!!! LOL... It was nice seeing some of the people there again. Specially Granny Martch.... That ole duck just keeps on going. Unlike the Rattex Queen who has been rattexless for a long time now. I better up my game!!!!!!!.
Toodles for now people....This was short but sweet I think. Did not want to write more in case I get pissed off as I write...LOL.... So short and sweet it shall be!!!!
This is all about lifes little journeys. Good and Bad, even happy and sad.
Monday, 25 March 2013
Friday, 7 December 2012
Nearly MY Christmas lunch
Hip hip hooray. So glad its weekend. I do not plan to drink too much as I have a full schedule. On Sat its the 8 hour endurance race at Killarney and of course Aran and Nicks are gonna ride... I mean really but its not as stressful as when they race superbikes. I do believe that they fall flippen harder on these little mosquito sounding machines that the big ones. Last year Andrew, Aran, Janine and one other all broke their collar bones. Now I ask you.. one race day, tsk tsk... and that was JUST the collar bones... Trust me there are way more damages than that....
Anyway, its less vodka as I am going to Anja and (Franco) Oh my God this man is hot!!!!!! Anja just walks past and wipes the drool off my mouth when I am with her husband. (Well not quite WITH her hubby but in close proximity like at a party). So Kathy and Adam and Alison and myself have all been invited to their house for sushi.. All I can say is double yum as I get eye candy and mouth candy. And you know Adam is also a good looking geriatric. I think he is doing all these fitness things cos his wife has read 50 Shades. I think he is trying to sleep with the dogs cos she is tiring him out!!!! He is a good looking dude but sometimes he moans at his 3 angels (that would be Ali, Kathy and myself) He never has reason but that he is a man... Oh well dont worry Charlie.. I aint drinking too much on Sat night as Sunday is coming...
Now Sunday is a very very special day for me. My mother the Jabberwock is serving Christmas lunch THIS Sunday.. Yep on the 9th of December we are having Christmas. I dont quite think she actually believes believes the Mayans, but she is convinced something is gonna happen... She feels its better to be prepared. You know these geriatrics, as they get older they KNOW things... Oh hell and do they know. Do not ever argue with them. If its about a celebration, ALWAYS ALWAYS agree. The possibility is great that their timespan is wrong and therefore they would have to redo the party. I know this, that is why I have kept it under wraps about the 21st. She believed it was the 12th. But you know someone who was not up for so many parties ruined it for me and told her the truth. So now I shall only have 2 Christmas parties and not 3.Oh well, as long as I have my Christmas lunch and am prepared in a hot outfit its all good!!!
Ok gonna dash for now, but will write about the weekend after it happened. Lets hope that the girls follow instructions on how to make punch properly cos I think Channy and Sam were actually out to give us food poisoning this last weekend. As for the party that I had that I was not at. (Thanks to Channy and Sam for OBVIOUS reasons). it seems hardly anyone was there cos uhm no one really remembers. (There were loads of people though) Seems everyone has memory loss and having them come over and fill me in during the week all I can say is DAMN..... it musta been a good punch and party.. If I tell you what happened in the bathroom while I was not there your EYEBALLS would blush it was so bad.!!!!
Ok toodles for now hooligans...see ya all soon
Debbie
Excited for the weekend cos its C H R I S T M A S LUNCH!!!!
Anyway, its less vodka as I am going to Anja and (Franco) Oh my God this man is hot!!!!!! Anja just walks past and wipes the drool off my mouth when I am with her husband. (Well not quite WITH her hubby but in close proximity like at a party). So Kathy and Adam and Alison and myself have all been invited to their house for sushi.. All I can say is double yum as I get eye candy and mouth candy. And you know Adam is also a good looking geriatric. I think he is doing all these fitness things cos his wife has read 50 Shades. I think he is trying to sleep with the dogs cos she is tiring him out!!!! He is a good looking dude but sometimes he moans at his 3 angels (that would be Ali, Kathy and myself) He never has reason but that he is a man... Oh well dont worry Charlie.. I aint drinking too much on Sat night as Sunday is coming...
Now Sunday is a very very special day for me. My mother the Jabberwock is serving Christmas lunch THIS Sunday.. Yep on the 9th of December we are having Christmas. I dont quite think she actually believes believes the Mayans, but she is convinced something is gonna happen... She feels its better to be prepared. You know these geriatrics, as they get older they KNOW things... Oh hell and do they know. Do not ever argue with them. If its about a celebration, ALWAYS ALWAYS agree. The possibility is great that their timespan is wrong and therefore they would have to redo the party. I know this, that is why I have kept it under wraps about the 21st. She believed it was the 12th. But you know someone who was not up for so many parties ruined it for me and told her the truth. So now I shall only have 2 Christmas parties and not 3.Oh well, as long as I have my Christmas lunch and am prepared in a hot outfit its all good!!!
Ok gonna dash for now, but will write about the weekend after it happened. Lets hope that the girls follow instructions on how to make punch properly cos I think Channy and Sam were actually out to give us food poisoning this last weekend. As for the party that I had that I was not at. (Thanks to Channy and Sam for OBVIOUS reasons). it seems hardly anyone was there cos uhm no one really remembers. (There were loads of people though) Seems everyone has memory loss and having them come over and fill me in during the week all I can say is DAMN..... it musta been a good punch and party.. If I tell you what happened in the bathroom while I was not there your EYEBALLS would blush it was so bad.!!!!
Ok toodles for now hooligans...see ya all soon
Debbie
Excited for the weekend cos its C H R I S T M A S LUNCH!!!!
Monday, 3 December 2012
Getting beaten by a body of water
IT was hot this weekend in Cape Town. Oh my word. Aran was not racing again (his bike was not fixed) which was sad, seeing as it was the last race of the season. So we should be thankful that the weather was so nice and we could have a braai..
I suggested that Channy and Sam make us a punch... I like the punch idea. Stefan really makes his well so I thought to do a bit of a twist to it. I was in the pool giving instructions on how to and what to. Mind you, the water in the pool was tepid... it was devine...so there I was a floater since 1-00pm in the water, mouthing off on how to and what to. Anyway the braai was in lieu of Haiawathas birthday. Yeah my real life red indian from Canada turned 30 and there was no way on Gods Green earth we were going to let it pass by unnoticed. I was enjoying the being the ring leader in the pool, barking orders (its what I do best in my democratic world). I know I got my first cold vodka and flavoured water at 2.00pm. And so the day started, I did not move my arse out the pool, no matter what happened, I was quite capable of hollering instructions. (I need to teach Zuma how to take control cos for ffs him and his bunch of merry thieves are going to shoot themselves in the foot soon thank Heavens) Ooops sorry about that, talking about Zuma and Malema really get me going in another direction.
Ok so the party was in full swing, there were really loads of people... I cannot and will not tell you how many cos I know there were loads, and yes, I was vodka'd up. They had not even started the fire by 6-00pm and bless their socks, how could they know I would not be moving from the pool....
I attempted to get out at about 7ish and knocked my shoulder and my ear. Do not even ask cos there is no way I am able to embelish or explain this phenomena to anyone...It was freaky. Even more freaky, my mother the Rattex Queen (oh dont worry I stopped with the rattex ages ago and now call her jabberwokky cos bloody hell this duck just does not stop talking). Its all good though but she interrupts a conversation to have her say which has nothing to do with what anyone else is saying... ok so, she was floating in the pool being taken care of by Paypay (small little american hillbilly who is irresistable) when she (Jabberwock) decided to get out the pool.... No alcohol for her in the pool as we keep her afloat ok so she had no alcohol in her system. As she got out, I dont know what happened but she slipped on her arse.... The old bats arse is now black and its a moerse bruise. I think if she wanted to she could have a race fight with herself. just saying......!!! I suspect she hurt her cosex (shit dont even know how to spell it... but you know what I mean hopefully).... now she is in bed and relaxing as she cant walk, her arse hurts. Now I have heard it all.
Anyway, so here I sit with my cabbage ear and battered shoulder and her with a ruined cosex (whatever) so we are definitely not in a happy house right now. And the fact that I went to bed really really early, I do not even know who was all at the house or the party, so please, if you were there, drop me a line and tell me how great the party was, cos I have no cooking clue. .....
Toodles for now...!!!!! Hope you all have a great week...
I suggested that Channy and Sam make us a punch... I like the punch idea. Stefan really makes his well so I thought to do a bit of a twist to it. I was in the pool giving instructions on how to and what to. Mind you, the water in the pool was tepid... it was devine...so there I was a floater since 1-00pm in the water, mouthing off on how to and what to. Anyway the braai was in lieu of Haiawathas birthday. Yeah my real life red indian from Canada turned 30 and there was no way on Gods Green earth we were going to let it pass by unnoticed. I was enjoying the being the ring leader in the pool, barking orders (its what I do best in my democratic world). I know I got my first cold vodka and flavoured water at 2.00pm. And so the day started, I did not move my arse out the pool, no matter what happened, I was quite capable of hollering instructions. (I need to teach Zuma how to take control cos for ffs him and his bunch of merry thieves are going to shoot themselves in the foot soon thank Heavens) Ooops sorry about that, talking about Zuma and Malema really get me going in another direction.
Ok so the party was in full swing, there were really loads of people... I cannot and will not tell you how many cos I know there were loads, and yes, I was vodka'd up. They had not even started the fire by 6-00pm and bless their socks, how could they know I would not be moving from the pool....
I attempted to get out at about 7ish and knocked my shoulder and my ear. Do not even ask cos there is no way I am able to embelish or explain this phenomena to anyone...It was freaky. Even more freaky, my mother the Rattex Queen (oh dont worry I stopped with the rattex ages ago and now call her jabberwokky cos bloody hell this duck just does not stop talking). Its all good though but she interrupts a conversation to have her say which has nothing to do with what anyone else is saying... ok so, she was floating in the pool being taken care of by Paypay (small little american hillbilly who is irresistable) when she (Jabberwock) decided to get out the pool.... No alcohol for her in the pool as we keep her afloat ok so she had no alcohol in her system. As she got out, I dont know what happened but she slipped on her arse.... The old bats arse is now black and its a moerse bruise. I think if she wanted to she could have a race fight with herself. just saying......!!! I suspect she hurt her cosex (shit dont even know how to spell it... but you know what I mean hopefully).... now she is in bed and relaxing as she cant walk, her arse hurts. Now I have heard it all.
Anyway, so here I sit with my cabbage ear and battered shoulder and her with a ruined cosex (whatever) so we are definitely not in a happy house right now. And the fact that I went to bed really really early, I do not even know who was all at the house or the party, so please, if you were there, drop me a line and tell me how great the party was, cos I have no cooking clue. .....
Toodles for now...!!!!! Hope you all have a great week...
Thursday, 22 November 2012
PUNCH --- made by Stefan
Holy toledo, on Friday night, we had a potjie. Jeanette, Sam, Ryan, Rattex Queen and I. It was one of those we can it type of things. You know I am quite sure I am a voortrekker at heart not so much other places (nudge nudge) but definitely somewhere. I like a man to start a fire and get things going...Anyway, we did a bloody good job of it. The gals were drinking champagne, I had a glass but was not up for it... Naughty Natalie has been good I tell ya. Besides Liza and Haiawatha (my proper red indian from Canada) decided they were going to leave us alone to braai... bitches... but all is fair.. we got the fire going and PLEASE it was a small itsy bitsy lil smoke going and well, it burned at that rate all the time. No big flames, no big fan fare, just... small. And so it was like doing a potjie on a slow burner but hey, IT DID IT.... was good ..... tasted great I tell ya.... I think I am getting to be a conniseur of food!!! After Come Dine with Me there is no stopping this machine.... Cooking machine??nah Love machine?? mebbe dunno but hell I feel like I am a machine of sorts... a bit of a voortrekker machine but a machine nonetheless..
On Saturday we had a fabulous surprise. Christine and Stefan FINALLY got married. Ya hell, these semi geriatrics (ok not gonna stick to that cos they are my age).....decided that it was long overdue. They had a private family service and then of course it was Stefans' birthday so they had a spit braai and well, they decided that it was the best day to do nuptials....That they could fit THAT many people into their house was astounding. Stefan then showed me his punch... I am quite..... yes..... QUITE familiar with this!! Indeed, I think if SAP had to raid his house, they would think its moonshine that shit is so lethal... Having been to Stefan and Christine on numerous occassions for braais and having drank this, I knew it would be in my best interest to suck on it... very very slowly. The problem is, this punch tastes abso-bloody-lutely AMAZING. It is so drinkable and doable that you just drink it slow or not, it tantalizes the tastebuds and you cant stop yourself. Needless to say, after a few (aarg ok dammit a few too many perhaps), I could feel that there was this excitement bubbling in my brain. It was just talking nonsense... spewing out absolute shit for no reason. Of course, the recliner was left open for me (oh you gotta love my mates) So I had THE most comfortable seat in and out of the house... fabulous planning I would say. Got home and well, Haiawatha was there so I hollered for her to come and have a drink with me before I hit the sack....I love Stefan and I love his punch but for the love of Mary, I dont like the next day feeling so hangover....Thanks Stefan!!!!
Ok so here is the thing, I have been trying to communicate with Santa or with his elves (as you know I know people that know people that know his elves) about my behavior. I have been putting out hahahah KIDDING putting word out that I have been good at being good, good at being bad etc etc, just basically good at everything so I deserved a good good gift.
My list doesnt seem unreasonable in light of the fact that I cant do THAT much Zumba even though I love it cos I realize there are other ways to lose weight and of course all the other shit that follows.
So ... IF ANYONE knows anyone that knows a plastic surgeon, I swear, I will have the most awesome Christmas. Speaking of....... Rattex Queen is still full steam ahead for Christmas party on 9 December. So not stopping her...Why the hell would anyone want to anyway... ONLY AFTER, that will I explain the dates are incorrect.. Here is to having a flippen awesome Christmas.
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On Saturday we had a fabulous surprise. Christine and Stefan FINALLY got married. Ya hell, these semi geriatrics (ok not gonna stick to that cos they are my age).....decided that it was long overdue. They had a private family service and then of course it was Stefans' birthday so they had a spit braai and well, they decided that it was the best day to do nuptials....That they could fit THAT many people into their house was astounding. Stefan then showed me his punch... I am quite..... yes..... QUITE familiar with this!! Indeed, I think if SAP had to raid his house, they would think its moonshine that shit is so lethal... Having been to Stefan and Christine on numerous occassions for braais and having drank this, I knew it would be in my best interest to suck on it... very very slowly. The problem is, this punch tastes abso-bloody-lutely AMAZING. It is so drinkable and doable that you just drink it slow or not, it tantalizes the tastebuds and you cant stop yourself. Needless to say, after a few (aarg ok dammit a few too many perhaps), I could feel that there was this excitement bubbling in my brain. It was just talking nonsense... spewing out absolute shit for no reason. Of course, the recliner was left open for me (oh you gotta love my mates) So I had THE most comfortable seat in and out of the house... fabulous planning I would say. Got home and well, Haiawatha was there so I hollered for her to come and have a drink with me before I hit the sack....I love Stefan and I love his punch but for the love of Mary, I dont like the next day feeling so hangover....Thanks Stefan!!!!
Ok so here is the thing, I have been trying to communicate with Santa or with his elves (as you know I know people that know people that know his elves) about my behavior. I have been putting out hahahah KIDDING putting word out that I have been good at being good, good at being bad etc etc, just basically good at everything so I deserved a good good gift.
My list doesnt seem unreasonable in light of the fact that I cant do THAT much Zumba even though I love it cos I realize there are other ways to lose weight and of course all the other shit that follows.
So ... IF ANYONE knows anyone that knows a plastic surgeon, I swear, I will have the most awesome Christmas. Speaking of....... Rattex Queen is still full steam ahead for Christmas party on 9 December. So not stopping her...Why the hell would anyone want to anyway... ONLY AFTER, that will I explain the dates are incorrect.. Here is to having a flippen awesome Christmas.
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Tuesday, 13 November 2012
Debbie does ...: Trying to stay sane
Debbie does ...: Trying to stay sane: I have realized that the more I try and calm down, the worse I get. No seriously now, I wanted to have a chilled weekend. Really chilled w...
Trying to stay sane
I have realized that the more I try and calm down, the worse I get. No seriously now, I wanted to have a chilled weekend. Really chilled week in fact. First off, I went to Kalk Bay to go and watch Martin Evans do the FBPK in the theatre there. He was my partner in crime in Come Dine. Was so funny and it was an awesome show. I only had a taster of wine. Went home and thought it was do-able. On Friday night, it was Jeanettes birthday and well, she wanted to have a potjie at my house, and who the hell am I to say no!! Really like THAT is going to happen. Anyhow, we only had dry red wine available. I cant stand dry wine in the first place, and then this dooswyn also stains your teeth. It looks bloody dreadful... Anyway, the Rattex Queen decided to put sugar in the wine to sweeten it and what do you know......It really did. In fact you could take that bitter red wine and turn it into a semi sweet or a sweet. I realize that I no longer have to try and make my own wine. I was made to promise that I will not let anyone drink my homemade wine. Listen, its vile shit to be honest, but hell it kicks like a mule on steroids before it started its workout!!!.So, the Rattex Queen got a bit bent outa shape with the wine. Me, I was drinking it, and champagne and trying to take it easy cos on Sat it was another party.
Come Sat night, its a fondue at Ali's house with Kathy and Adam. Now Adam is known as Charlie and Kathy, Ali and I are his angels. Some fat bastard by the name of Tyrone come to the party with his wife, and we were joking and talking about Charlie and he asks us,.... which one of you ate Charlie. Implying we were fat? What the fuck!!!! Ok ,.....ok so I am kinda large but really, eating Charlie... tsk tsk...The fondue was awesome, there were loads of us and I fell in lust with Fabio all over again... Oh don't get me wrong, I love his wife Anja as well but that Fabio, when drinking wine, and the fact that he is Italian is just too much for this champagne swilling, wine drinking, shooter loving woman. Oi vei.... that is a hot man....shooo
Anyway, between Ali and I and everyone playing 30 seconds, we were drinking loads of wine and well, Ali and Adam and I thought we were fabulous and were drinking shooters. Ali was making us blowjobs. Now I mean really, blowjobs are fun aren't they? Its smooth, it looks good (that could be cos we were hammered) and it tastes really really nice. While out partying I realized that I had forgotten about Haiawatha aka Leonore arriving in SA. No problem for me, I got young Ashley to drive me home as I will not drink and drive....
As we pulled away from Ali's house, it happened. I just shouted stop!!! and stop she did, but my stomach must have been churning like a fucken washing machine on spin and rinse the minute the vehicle started moving.. OMG. Projectile, full on!!!!! Goodness me, was I glad to get home and get into bed, and when Haiawatha arrived at my house after 2-00 (I woke up not knowing if it was a burglar cos they were trying to be quiet. Haiawatha is not quiet but not only that, I was so out of it, I was gonna ask the burglar to go to the shop for me) but it turns out it was her coming in so late cos she was out jolling, she walked in with her luggage and a sausage roll. Do you KNOW how good food looks that time of the night? She offered me a bite, I took it, and then I decided to spruce her sausage roll up, with some cheese and some sauce. She did not have another bite. Instead she went to the shop and bought 2 more pies and of course my Creme Sober, She remembers my green ambulance. Bless these red indians that come to visit. I am just pissed at her again cos she never brought me a male version wearing a loin cloth and having long flowing hair... Am I asking too much????
Come Sat night, its a fondue at Ali's house with Kathy and Adam. Now Adam is known as Charlie and Kathy, Ali and I are his angels. Some fat bastard by the name of Tyrone come to the party with his wife, and we were joking and talking about Charlie and he asks us,.... which one of you ate Charlie. Implying we were fat? What the fuck!!!! Ok ,.....ok so I am kinda large but really, eating Charlie... tsk tsk...The fondue was awesome, there were loads of us and I fell in lust with Fabio all over again... Oh don't get me wrong, I love his wife Anja as well but that Fabio, when drinking wine, and the fact that he is Italian is just too much for this champagne swilling, wine drinking, shooter loving woman. Oi vei.... that is a hot man....shooo
Anyway, between Ali and I and everyone playing 30 seconds, we were drinking loads of wine and well, Ali and Adam and I thought we were fabulous and were drinking shooters. Ali was making us blowjobs. Now I mean really, blowjobs are fun aren't they? Its smooth, it looks good (that could be cos we were hammered) and it tastes really really nice. While out partying I realized that I had forgotten about Haiawatha aka Leonore arriving in SA. No problem for me, I got young Ashley to drive me home as I will not drink and drive....
As we pulled away from Ali's house, it happened. I just shouted stop!!! and stop she did, but my stomach must have been churning like a fucken washing machine on spin and rinse the minute the vehicle started moving.. OMG. Projectile, full on!!!!! Goodness me, was I glad to get home and get into bed, and when Haiawatha arrived at my house after 2-00 (I woke up not knowing if it was a burglar cos they were trying to be quiet. Haiawatha is not quiet but not only that, I was so out of it, I was gonna ask the burglar to go to the shop for me) but it turns out it was her coming in so late cos she was out jolling, she walked in with her luggage and a sausage roll. Do you KNOW how good food looks that time of the night? She offered me a bite, I took it, and then I decided to spruce her sausage roll up, with some cheese and some sauce. She did not have another bite. Instead she went to the shop and bought 2 more pies and of course my Creme Sober, She remembers my green ambulance. Bless these red indians that come to visit. I am just pissed at her again cos she never brought me a male version wearing a loin cloth and having long flowing hair... Am I asking too much????
Friday, 9 November 2012
Debbie does ...: My giggles
Debbie does ...: My giggles: Am I happy its weekend!!! Hell yes. Tonight its Jeanettes birthday party and she opted to have a potjie at my house. I love parties at my ...
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