Who would have thought that 3 little yellow bundles of fluff that we acquired in September would be the result of so much learning, heart ache, joy, vets visits but as of yet not one egg.
I have blogged about getting the chickens before. How we got them from day olds and built a coop for them and have been waiting for them to lay some eggs. Well the egg... Posts Tagged 'sad'
Chicken Sagas
Who would have thought that 3 little yellow bundles of fluff that we acquired in September would be the result of so much learning, heart ache, joy, vets visits but as of yet not one egg.
I have blogged about getting the chickens before. How we got them from day olds and built a coop for them and have been waiting for them to lay some eggs. Well the egg... Everybody Hurts Sometimes
I was in the bathroom getting dressed after a shower when I heard R.E.M “Everybody Hurts” playing from the dinning room.
I was immediately transported back to my res room in university. I remembered listening to this song, broken hearted over unrequited love. You only learn through these painful experiences, the lessons life has to teach. At the... And so it starts again
the decent into the black hole, somehow I hoped that being loved and supported this time would mean that it would not happen. Never mind the morning sickness and the tirdness from pregnancy this is the part that I really dread. The reason to say “I am not a baby person” the reason that the first few years seems so hard and like that just need...
Life goes on
Today is Caleb’s birthday. I have taken some pictures and will do a happy post on the Pinklet’s blog. But this is a sad one, this is after all my space to say things in my heart and head. Feel free to skip if you like.
We were driving to the park for a picnic and cake for Caleb’s birthday and I thought about seeing the family later...
Blog challenge – Your Wishes
I went with Annatjie to fetch the ashes last Friday. A strange experience. Annatjie amazes me with her strength and ability to cope and keep her composure at times when I am sure you would be scrapping me off the floor as a blubbering mess. I just kept thinking, no mother should have to do this.
The family now have to decide what to do with the ashes....
In Memory – Natasha
Yme’s sister died last week – gosh I can’t even bear to type those words, to see them like that in black and white. How can they possibly be true? How is it that one year after I met vibrant alive gorgeous redhead that we were saying goodbye?
The first time I met Natasha was when I came down to Cape Town with the pinklets to do our ART...
Day 26 → Have you ever thought about giving up on life? If so, when and why?
Last year there were times when I did not want to face the world, it seemed easier to stay in bed. I was tired and it all just seemed like a lot of effort. I was not sleeping, hardly eating, but I did get up, mostly because the Pinklets appear at the edge of the bed in the morning. Kids don’t really care how you feel they want you to get up and get on...
Day 09 → Someone you didn’t want to let go, but just drifted.
I have a friend in England who is like a sister to me. There was a stage when I was quite religious and it was something we had in common. Since I moved back here and my life has changed so much I guess we have drifted. It is sad I suppose I almost feel like it is disapproval at my life or that I questioned all that we believed. I know it is partly to do...
Day 06 → Something you hope you never have to do.
This one as a parent is easy. I hope I never have to bury a child. I can not even for a moment begin to imagine what that feels like. I would struggle to go on after that. They are my world.
Don’t even want to write any more that is enough....
We were the fat kid
Today I tweeted : You support your country like you would if your kid was the fat kid in a race with no chance of winning. You would not walk out on your kid!
I am really sorry to use such a non-PC analogy, but I hope you will forgive me and see the sentiment. I am a parent so it was just what naturally sprung to mind. I watched the game yesterday, along...











