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Cheat day


Sunday is cheat day in our world. Molly was diagnosed a few weeks back with being fat. Yes, she weighed 33kg’s which was causing her to struggle on her hind legs. So we started a rather rigorous diet of dog pellets, joint supplements and exercise. To be honest she isn’t the problem, it is me. I just can’t resist feeding that face! So the diet has been particularly hard on me.


We decided that everyone needs a cheat day because I’ve seen with my mom that a diet will never work if you deprive yourself. So we thought that Sunday was as good a day as any.  It is the day that we can go for a stroll on the beach and pop into the local for coffee and bacon. Today though I’m feeling too lazy to go out for breakfast, so we decided to bake. 


Now despite the blueberry flapjacks with cream for breakfast, Little Miss Molly still wants to go for her Sunday trip to the beach. She loves seeing her friends and pretending to know what to do with a tennis ball. She loves to pee a million times and drop her bombs at large. She loves sniffing every little thing. She loves to growl at any dog who wants to cuddle up to me too. But most of all she loves to jump in and out of the car without her leash. I think she is showing off to her friends, making out like she is a trail dog and doesn’t need to be restrained because she is too cool. It’s the only place in town where I need to act cool so that I don’t embarrass her in front of her friends.


This dog, I suspect she has me wrapped around her little paw!


Happy Sunday folks. Be grateful for the little things!

Love 

Chez 

Molly in the dog box!

It happened. I got cross with Molly. I mean, it was bound to happen at some point but I had no idea she could be a possible human killer. About 13 years ago I had terrible tick bite fever. The tick bit me on my face actually and I eventually had to have the stone removed. It was awful! I don’t remember much about that week of hell except the severe cramps, being ice cold in September, then being on fire I was so hot. I remember being allergic to the antibiotics and being threatened with hospitalisation from my doctor. I remember screaming out to my mom in the middle of the night to say good bye (in reality it was barely a whisper). I closed my eyes that night and thought it was over.

Then I woke up the next day and I was devastated to be alive and to go through it all again. That was the turning point of my recovery fortunately but I never ever want to go through that again.

This Thursday evening I felt like something was staring at me. I put the light on and there was this giant reddish brown tick staring at me in the bed. I could not believe it. I ran to the kitchen to grab the fire lighter and I burned that sucker until I could smell it! Then I looked over to Molly. 

Sleeping blissfully away, not a care in the world. She had her pill in the week so all the ticks didn’t enjoy her blood anymore. Now they are were after mine. I slept rather fitfully that night and woke up with bite marks everywhere. (As it turns out they are mosquito bites but I didn’t know that at the time). 

It was the first time I threatened her with a new family and new home if she made me sick. I told her that if I die I will take her down with me. 

She licked me. 

So now as I stare at the welts on my skin in the bathroom mirror, I’m happy to report that I’m not dying, I’m not going to relocate Molly and I’m not going to take her down. I hope meatballs for breakfast will buy her forgiveness…

Love

Chez 

Anything-that-floats gravy…

I’m not the world’s greatest cook but I do enjoy throwing things together every now and then when I feel inspired. This week I bought some organic veggies and herbs from a Hout Bay local and I decided to try my hand at making a delicious meal.


I made mash with the potatoes (delicious) and I made meatballs with rosemary (delicious) for myself and Molly! We decided to make an ‘anything-that-floats’ gravy from rad dad’s fridge. I found garlic that expired months ago, chilies from a take out that we didn’t finish (possibly about 3 month’s old), some red pepper sauce that expired in 2016, some old beef stock cubes and tomato paste. Oh and some Dijon mustard that already had floaty bits inside. I think it was the organic onions that brought that gravy together! The meal was magical! I even have leftovers for lunch today.

While I was drinking the leftover wine from last weekend (waste not want not), I thought to myself…. wouldn’t it be amazing if two celebrity chefs could compete against each other in a cook off for us. They would have to create a meal out of anything that Bear Grylls found on one of his expeditions! I think the Australian Masterchef judges should judge the winning dish, and Bear can start a cookbook with all of his berries and snakes and stuff… Well it was just a thought. I doubt I would eat it but you never quite know about other people. The ‘anything-that-floats’ gravy was more than enough adventure for me thank you!

Love

Chez 

Something worth finding is something worth keeping.

Smart move Patricia, smart move! Literally 1 day after the failed No Confidence vote in our President, she goes and gives 10 “brand-new-home” keys to 10 well deserving families.  Now that is what governing with brains looks like.

The other really moving story that I came across today was the following: (Now isn’t this worth finding? For all of us?)

http://www.dailymail.co.uk/femail/article-4718748/Video-Navy-SEAL-brain-injury-kissing-wife.html 

Just like my mom did when my dad was sick.

I guess something worth finding is something worth keeping.

Love

Chez

Pets vs puzzles

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There is something amazing about being at home.  Chai tea, music, washing, writing. I love wi-fi and wooden floors.  I like old stone buildings and I like trees.  But lately I have been thinking that I need to add a little something more to it.  Something like a pet.  Something that could work here.

Our caretaker has 2 bunnies, there are two dogs, plenty of birds too.  I had been thinking about a tortoise for a few days.  I thought about a bunny for a few more days.  I also thought maybe a cute bird that can talk (not an African grey….no!) My neighbor has a very elegant, yellow, gorgeous creature that lives with her.  She can say one or two words.  So cute.

But then I remember my “attempt plant growing” phase.  That was costly, money for myself but life for a plant!  I couldn’t even keep a desert rose alive.  But I loved every minute of me pretending to have green fingers.  I just loved trying and the beautiful smells of all those “doomed to die” herbs.

Then I remember my “attempt and DIY” phase.  That turned out to be a very funny and terribly painful phase.  I remember having my 10 year old niece pop over and build the DIY kit island for me because I was stumped!  She did such a beautiful job.  I was so proud of her.  Not so proud of myself though, having said that, not even my cousin could hit a nail in those walls!  I broke a Hilti….

And then I circle back to pets and think…haai shame, no I can’t do that to them.  So no pets for me just yet I think.  Maybe I should think about having a puzzle night instead.

Love

Chez

The Family.

We recently had a death in our family.  My mom’s aunt, my oldest relative.  She was 93 and she died quietly in her sleep.  She looked angelic!  I flew down to Port Elizabeth for the ceremony and I met up with my family there.img_1641
There is always something very special about being trapped in a church with incense wiping out your ancestry on a Saturday afternoon.  Have to love the traditionals.  The church was magnificent and I just loved the stain glass windows.  True to tradition was the organ in all of its glory, and the hard benches that you had to stay comfortable on.img_1634
It was beautiful and it was amazing to honor the life of someone so special.  She outlived most people (bar those attending).  Her husband, her siblings and many, many friends.  She nursed people in her home until they passed.  She was a saint!  Dressed a lot less like the ones in the flowing white robes and more like the way mother Teresa would have dressed had she not been a nun.  On the other hand….not-another-poppie-7

I got to sleep in a room with my sister (bearing in mind we were permanently separated in high school due to all of the fights and arguments!).  She snores now…  Admittedly I have to agree with her, she is only a pair of high heels away from being a poppie (her words, not mine).  She puts make up on, she irons her hair and she has all these potions and lotions.  Very different to how I remember it being at school!img_1626
As my family and I parted ways at the airport on the Sunday morning, I noticed my dad smiling.  He said he was smiling because he had all these “chicks” with him in the car. Now all of these “chicks” were telling him how to drive, which I duly pointed out.  So he buckled and confessed that it was more of a grimace because he now has to travel back to Mossel Bay with all of them!  He looked more like a baby that had a wind… My dad is really funny.  You just have to understand his humor.images

That is my favorite part about funerals.  Not the music or the food.  But the togetherness and the honor.  The family.img_1620
Love

Chez

Gnomes?

One day, two gnomes appeared under our tree. I was sitting in my chair in the sun room having my morning tea when I spotted them. Upon closer inspection I noticed that this place was also in fact a frog crossing too (not to be mistaken with a zebra crossing I assume) but we can talk about that at a later stage. I love my view and these two little gnomes were a hilarious addition, albeit unexpected! 

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Actual Gnomes!

So now when I sit in my sun room and gaze up to the mountain, and watch the seasons change with this beauty of a tree, I can also sit and imagine to myself what two gnomes would be saying to each other! I can have a rather wild imagination…

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Love
Chez

Splish splash

Teaching Molly to swim has had its perks. I got to splash around in the pool during summer for one and she loves to play in rock pools now for another! She has become far more confident and even tries to hop into the bath while I’m shaving 😂.IMG_1504.JPG

The only drawback I would have to say would be that she is completely unaware of the dangers of hopping into water unsupervised! Like on Friday… Due to the severe drought that we are experiencing in the Western Cape, most people have let their pools sort of stagnate and have done no maintenance. So when I let her out to do her business and chase the guinea fowl, I heard a wee splash and my body iced over.IMG_1505.JPG

Little Miss Molly had decided to go for a dip. I ran out and as I was unzipping my shoe, thinking “oh no I’m never going to get this smell off of me,” I started calling her name. She seemed to swim toward my voice so sanity prevailed and I ran towards the step and called her there. She managed to get herself out without me needing to jump in. Thank goodness. IMG_1506.JPG

Is it just me or is she looking rather pleased with herself?! That wagging tail and those bright eyes were not reflecting the sheer ice cold panic that I was feeling inside. My colleague and I managed to wash her down and put her in front of the heater to warm up. Silly dog. Blissfully unaware of the fact that I would be sacked if anything bad had happened to her!IMG_1511

 

When she got home she had to shower for the first time ever. She actually enjoyed that part most of all and it seems that this experience has made her even more fond of water. Possibly because she gets a lot of attention when she is around it and the louder the splash, the more yummy chicken she gets as a spoil!!

Molly gives the pool at work a 5 paw rating 😳😩!

Chez

I bake!

I baked my very first cake when I was 9 years old.  It was a Belgian Loaf cake.  I loved this cake.  It was the best thing I had ever tasted (and generally I only ever tasted the wet ingredients and not the actual cake because I don’t eat sultana’s).  Eventually my parents had to ask me to take it easy on the baking.

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Not my actual baking…

 

I also made plenty of raw eggs on burnt toast and lukewarm coffee.  My poor parents had to fake many a full stomach and waitress smile to keep me from making them more!  But I loved cooking and baking.  When I wanted to bake, I would ask my parents to invite someone over for tea and cake.  Sometimes I wonder if their social lives started because of my constant desire to bake stuff.

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Not me…I always used every dish in the kitchen…

 

My favourite thing to do was make up recipes.  I could get inventive when I put my mind to it.  I also enjoyed making new things from a recipe  book.  Some you win, others you loose lol!  Ready, Steady, Cook had to be my all time favourite TV series, I never missed an episode!rsc1

I was thinking about what I am going to do for Mandela Day next week.  I think I will cook and bake something and invite someone around to enjoy it with me…

Chez

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