Jy blaai in die argief vir 2008 Januarie.

Pics van die nuwe babas!

Januarie 26, 2008 in Sonder kategorie

 
Ons is hier en ma is hier… Onthou julle daai rympie?

Sou jy hierdie twee gevreetjies in die troeteldierwinkels agter tralies kon los?? Wel, dan is jy seker maar ‘n beter mens as ek. Ek kon nie…

Nou is Lily, ook bekend as Lileth, en Katryn/Fifi, of in sekere kringe bekend as Madam Fief, al vier dae lank deel van ons gesin. Lily is die Siameserige-enetjie (met potblou ogies), en Fifi/Katryn (my 6-jarige Luc kan nie lekker besluit op ‘n naam nie) is die grysetjie wat lyk of sy ‘n wit borslap dra.

Die tier (naamloos) is Luc se konstante slaapmaat vir die afgelope twee jaar. En ek dink die katte het gedink dis ‘n surrogaatma…

From the mouth of babes: what love is. Very cute!

Januarie 24, 2008 in Sonder kategorie

Got this from a friend today. It came on a day where everything else went completely wrong: from the bloody loadshedding, to a headcold. But this wisdom made me remember what life was all about.

‘When my grandmother got arthritis, she couldn’t bend over and paint her toenails anymore. So my grandfather does it for her all the time, even when his hands got arthritis too. That’s love.’
Rebecca- age 8

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‘When someone loves you, the way they say your name is different. You just know that your name is safe in their mouth.’ Billy – age 4

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‘Love is when a girl puts on perfume and a boy puts on shaving cologne and they go out and smell each other.’ Karl – age 5

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‘Love is when you go out to eat and give somebody most of your French fries without making them give you any of theirs.’ Chrissy – age 6

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‘Love is what makes you smile when you’re tired.’ Terri – age 4

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‘Love is when my mommy makes coffee for my daddy and she takes a sip before giving it to him, to make sure the taste is OK.’ Danny – age 7

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‘Love is when you kiss all the time. Then when you get tired of kissing, you still want to be together and you talk more. My Mommy and Daddy are like that. They look gross when they kiss’ Emily – age 8

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‘Love is what’s in the room with you at Christmas if you stop opening presents and listen.’
Bobby – age 7 (Wow!)

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‘If you want to learn to love better, you should start with a friend who you hate,’ Nikka – age 6

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‘Love is when you tell a guy you like his shirt, then he wears it everyday.’ Noelle – age 7

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‘Love is like a little old woman and a little old man who are still friends even after they know each other so well.’  Tommy – age 6

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‘During my piano recital, I was on a stage and I was scared. I looked at all the people watching me and saw my daddy waving and smiling. He was the only one doing that. I wasn’t scared anymore.’ Cindy – age 8

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‘My mommy loves me more than anybody. You don’t see anyone else kissing me to sleep at night.’ Clare – age 6

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‘Love is when Mommy gives Daddy the best piece of chicken.’ Elaine-age 5

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‘Love is when Mommy sees Daddy smelly and sweaty and still says he is handsomer than Robert Redford.’ Chris – age 7

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‘Love is when your puppy licks your face even after you left him alone all day.’  Mary Ann – age 4

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‘I know my older sister loves me because she gives me all her old clothes and has to go out and buy new ones.’ Lauren – age 4

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‘When you love somebody, your eyelashes go up and down and little stars come out of you.’ (what an image) Karen – age 7

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‘Love is when Mommy sees Daddy on the toilet and she doesn’t think it’s gross.’ Mark – age 6

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‘You really shouldn’t say ‘I love you’ unless you mean it. But if you mean it, you should say it a lot. People forget.’  Jessica – age 8

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And the final one:

The winner was a four year old child whose next door neighbor was an elderly gentleman who had recently lost his wife. Upon seeing the man cry, the little boy went into the old gentleman’s yard, climbed onto his lap, and just sat there.

When his Mother asked what he had said to the neighbor, the little boy said, ‘Nothing, I just helped him cry’

The REAL story about the princess and the frog… Very funny!

Januarie 23, 2008 in Sonder kategorie


Got this from friend Ellie this morning. Very funny!

This is the fairy tale that should have been read to us when we were little:


Once upon a time, in a land far, far, away, a beautiful, independent, self-assured princess happened upon a frog as she sat. She was contemplating ecological issues while sitting on the shores of an unpolluted pond in a verdant meadow near her castle.

The frog hopped into the princess’ lap
and said: “Elegant Lady,
I was once a handsome prince, until an evil witch cast a spell upon me.  One kiss from you, however, and I will turn back i
nto the dapper, young prince that I am.”
 
“And then, my sweet, we can marry and set up housekeeping in your castle – with my mother – where you can prepare my meals, clean my clothes, bear my children, and forever feel grateful and happy doing so.”

That night, as the princess dined sumptuously on lightly sauted frog legs, seasoned in a white wine and onion cream sauce, she chuckled and thought to herself: “I don’t f *ckin think so!”

Vrystaat pics!

Januarie 21, 2008 in Sonder kategorie

Kosmos en ‘n berg, iets moois uit weggooigoed by Ficksburg se Blik Plek, Luc -met-‘n-snaakse-hoed voor Meerkatkolonie Kunsgalery in Rosendal, Zoe en Luc ry in ‘n ooooooooooooooouuuu Ford (die enjin is al 30 jaar in vir herstelwerk…), Zoe betrag haar rangskikkings van ou enamelborde by die Blik Plek, en die lug is donker voor ‘n dreigende storm.

Die mooie Oos-Vrystaat! En crop circles a la Vrystaat.

Januarie 21, 2008 in Sonder kategorie

Ai, het ek nie die wonderlikste werk op aarde nie??

Ek was die naweek Ficksburg toe vir ‘n storie – het op Rosendal geslaap vir twee aande, en gisteraand op Clarens. En is die Oos-Vrystaat nie mooi nie! Dis grasgroen na goeie reen, en elke nag daar het dit ook gereen. (Min dinge is so sussend soos die geluid van reendruppels op ‘n sinkdak, of hoe?) Maar elke oggend het die son ons weer uit die bed geskyn.

Die saligste van die naweek, behalwe die natuurskoon, was die stilte en die vars lug. Dit het selfs gevoel of ek dieper slaap, want al het ek nie langer geslaap as in die stad nie, was ek soggens meer uitgerus.

Saans het ons met ‘n Maraschino-likeur in die hand ontspan (dis gemaak van die pit van die kersie) en net vir die berge gekyk. Dis nou in Rosendal. Ek het in my pel Schalk Schoombie se knus huisie gebly, en natuurlik is ek opnuut verlief op Rosendal. As dit nie so ver van Johannesburg af was nie, het ek daar gaan woon!

In Clarens het ek in fotograaf Reinier Bronn se huis oornag. Dis ‘n argiteksdroom (hy is self ‘n argitek) en op die rand van ‘n bos – en dit bring die bos as’t ware die huis in. As jy ooit wil lekker bly in Clarens, weg van die gedruis van toeriste, bespreek Forest Edge – ek is vanoggend wakkergemaak deur ‘n gesinnetjie Quaker-eendjies wat kwekwekwek loop en wurmpies soek, en tarentale wat loop en wei. Daar was ook ‘n Piet-my-vrou wat heeltyd vrou gesoek het. Te mooi!

Die pad deur die Vrystaat is ook besonder mooi op die oomblik – sonneblomme, kosmosse en sulke ander geel blomme staan geil. Die mielies is groen, en die riviere vol.

‘n Grappie: naby Reitz het ons op die Vrystaatse weergawe van crop circles afgekom. Crop squares!!! Dit lyk of iemand in daardie spesifieke land baie fun gehad het met ‘n trekker en ‘n dorsmasjien.

Ek post nou-nou ‘n foto of vyf van een van die mooiste dele van die land!

Very important notice from Eskom’s Helpdesk

Januarie 17, 2008 in Sonder kategorie

(Got this in two seperate mails this morning. Thought I’ll combine it to empower you – pun intended – in this dark times we are experiencing courtesy of Eskom.)

Dear Electricity Consumer,

Just a little note to let you know we understand your anger in the recent price hike & power cuts.

But it should be noted that you have no choice. We are a big company and you will pay what we tell you.

You have no choice.

We have the power, you need the power.

So sad, too bad. Sucks to be you.

Have a nice day and keep those cheques coming, loser!

Regards

ESKOM

Ps. A photo of our helpdesk to help you put a name to the voice on the answering machine.

Children’s views on angels… Very funny!

Januarie 15, 2008 in Sonder kategorie

 Got this in my daily e-mail from Keith Overturf Ministries.

CHILDREN’S VIEWS ON ANGELS

“It’s not easy to become an angel! First, you die.. Then you go to heaven, then there’s still the flight training to go through. And then you got to agree to wear those angel clothes.” –Matthew, 9

“I only know the names of two angels: Hark and Harold.” –Gregory, 5

“Everybody’s got it all wrong. Angels don’t wear halos anymore. I forget why, but scientists know all about it now.”  –Olive, 9

“Angels work for God and watch over kids when God has to go do something else.” –Mitchell, 7

“My guardian angel helps me with math, but he’s not much good for science.” –Henry, 8

“Angels don’t eat, but they drink milk from holy cows.” –Scooter , 6

“Angels talk all the way while they’re flying you up to heaven. The basic message is where you went wrong before you got dead.” –Daniel, 7

“When an angel gets mad, he takes a deep breath and counts to ten, and when he lets out his breath, somewhere there’s a tornado.” –Regan, 5

“Angels have a lot to do and they keep very busy. If you lose a tooth, an angel comes in through your window and leaves money under your pillow. Then when it gets cold, angels go north for the winter. –Sara, 6

“Angels live in cloud houses made by God and his son, who’s a very good carpenter.” –Jared , 8

“All angels are girls because they gotta wear dresses and boys didn’t go for it.” –Antonia, 9

“Some of the angels are in charge of helping heal sick animals and pets. And if they don’t make the animals get better, they help the kid get over it.” –Vicki, 8

“What I don’t get about angels is why, when someone is in love, they shoot arrows at them.” –Sarah, 7

(With thanks to Marty Zuniga)

Dankie vir alles wat nog gaan gebeur!

Januarie 11, 2008 in Sonder kategorie

Mens leer baie van mense deur te luister waarvoor hulle bid.

Jy leer van hulle vrese, hul hoop, hul verwagtinge, hul vreugdes. My twee kinders se gebedjies leer my elke aand ‘n bietjie van wat in hul dag gebeur het en waarvoor hulle hoop vir die dag van more.

Zoe (9) bid saans baie uitgebreid, vir almal van die honde tot die ver familie tot die bediende se kinders. Luc (wat al die dae aftel na sy sesde verjaarsdag volgende week) se gebedjie is korter. Hy’s nie ‘n man wat te veel bodder met taktvolle geselsies met Liewe Jesus nie – as hy iets wil vra, vra hy mooi. En as hy wil bedank, doen hy dit in ‘n paar woorde.

Hy bedank God vir goed so uiteenlopend soos fietsry, speel, skool, kerk, maatjies, die bediende, die kat, sy mamma en pappa, uiteet…

Maar vanoggend, voor ons kleuterskool toe ry, het sy gebedjie in die motor my ‘n waardevolle les geleer oor wat geloof en vertroue eintlik behoort te wees.

“Dankie Liewe Jesus,” het hy gebid, “vir alles wat vandag gaan gebeur.”

Is dit nie ‘n goeie ingesteldheid om die grootmenslewe mee aan te durf nie?

God lives under the bed…

Januarie 8, 2008 in Sonder kategorie

Fisherman and birds, Henties Bay, Namibia. (Photo: Ilse Salzwedel)

A lovely e-mail that made me think. (Author unknown)

I envy Kevin. My brother Kevin thinks God lives under his bed. At least that’s what I heard him say one night.

He was praying out loud in his dark bedroom, and I stopped to listen, “Are you there, God?” he said. “Where are you? Oh, I see. Under the bed…”

I giggled softly and tiptoed off to my own room. Kevin’s unique perspectives are often a source of amusement. But that night something else lingered long after the humor. I realized for the first time the very different world Kevin lives in.

He was born 30 years ago, mentally disabled as a result of difficulties during labor. Apart from his size (he’s 6-foot-2), there are few ways in which he is an adult.

He reasons and communicates with the capabilities of a 7-year-old, and he always will. He will probably always believe that God lives under his bed, that Santa Claus is the one who fills the space under our tree every Christmas and that airplanes stay up in the sky because angels carry them.

I remember wondering if Kevin realizes he is different. Is he ever dissatisfied with his monotonous life?

Up before dawn each day, off to work at a workshop for the disabled, home to walk our cocker spaniel, return to eat his favorite macaroni-and-cheese for dinner, a nd later to bed.

The only variation in the entire scheme is laundry, when he hovers excitedly over the washing machine like a mother with her newborn child.

He does not seem dissatisfied.

He lopes out to the bus every morning at 7:05, eager for a day of simple work.

He wrings his hands excitedly while the water boils on the stove before dinner, and he stays up late twice a week to gather our dirty laundry for his next day’s laundry chores.

And Saturdays-oh, the bliss of Saturdays! That’s the day my Dad takes Kevin to the airport to hav e a soft drink, watch the planes land, and speculate loudly on the destination of each passenger inside. “That one’s goin’ to Chi-car-go!” Kevin shouts as he claps his hands.

His anticipation is so great he can hardly sleep on Friday nights.

And so goes his world of daily rituals and weekend field trips.

He doesn’t know what it means to be discontent.

His life is simple.

He will never know the entanglements of wealth of power, and he does not care what brand of clothing he wears or what kind of food he eats. His needs have always been met, and he never worries that one day they may not be.

His hands are diligent. Kevin is never so happy as when he is working. When he unloads the dishwasher or vacuums the carpet, his heart is completely in it.

He does not shrink from a job when it is begun, and he does not leave a job until it is finished. But when his tasks are done, Kevin knows how to relax.

He is not obsessed with his work or the work of others. His heart is pure.

He still believes everyone tells the truth, promises must be kept, and when you are wrong, you apologize instead of argue.

Free from pride and unconcerned with appearances, Kevin is not afraid to cry when he is hurt, angry or sorry. He is always transparent, always sincere. And he trusts God.

Not confined by intellectual reasoning, when he comes to Christ, he comes as a child. Kevin seems to know God – to really be friends with Him in a way that is difficult for an “educated” person to grasp. God seems like his closest companion.

In my moments of doubt and frustrations with my Christianity I envy the security Kevin has in his simple faith.

It is then that I am most willing to admit that he has some divine knowledge that rises above my mortal questions

It is then I realize that perhaps he is not the one with the handicap . I am. My obligations, my fear, my pride, my circumstances – they all become disabilities when I do not trust them to God’s care

Who knows if Kevin comprehends things I can never learn? After all, he has spent his whole life in that kind of innocence, praying after dark and soaking up the goodness and love of God.

And one day, when the mysteries of heaven are opened, and we are all amazed at how close God really is to our hearts, I’ll realize that God heard the simple prayers of a boy who believed that God lived under his bed.

Kevin won’t be surprised at all!

 

 

There is no future in the past!

Januarie 7, 2008 in Sonder kategorie


A thought to start 2008 with.

“Dwell on the past — but not the negative past, not the pain of the past nor the sadness. Dwell on the good. Be consumed by past joys and obsessed with gratitude.

Dwell upon the moments that uplifted you, the times you laughed and the memories of love shown to you by friends and family.

Not everything should be remembered, and those who live well know what to forget and what to cherish. Like the song says, “There ain’t no future in the past.”

But there IS joy there. And love. And kindness…if we choose to remember.”

— Steve Goodier 

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 Photo: Ilse Salzwedel, Savute, Botswana.