Celebrating my talents, managing my weaknesses.


Dear friends and other interesting creatures,

It’s Tuesday! Every Tuesday Johan Oosthuizen and I embrace exploring my natural talents, while teaching me how to manage my weaknesses. It took me months after doing the initial test before I committed to allowing someone,  trained,  professional and kick ass to please help me be a better version of me.

I so regret I wasn’t able to do this for my kids,  but you can!

I’ve spent six years seeing psychologist which helped, but this is only my third session with Johan and ME getting to know ME, why I instinctively do what I do and why some things drain me by design.  My time with Strength Finder has rendered far more beneficial, real time ah hah! moments than traditional therapy.  Im hooked. I want to know more about who Wenchy is.

Positive psychology is changing my life and the soul satisfaction and energy I’m receiving is without measure.

Johan Oosthuizen 
Cell: 082 829-3277
Skype: johan-oosthuizen

Btw, no money is exchanged for this blog,  I’m just wanting to share what I’ve experienced with anyone open to knowing the why?

I wish you enough,

She is 16, going on 17….

Somewhere in my youth,  or childhood… I must have done something good.
– The Sound Of Music 💙


To my darling little chicken,

There is much I can write about your unique talents, your quick sense of humour and how you changed our world.

Instead,  I will write that without you I’d be poorer in spirit,  I would be lonely in being misunderstood and I would own more clothing.

You know you said you want no embarrassing stories? 

Well,  here is one for you.  I’m your Mom and there ain’t nothing you can do about it missy!!

This song was played at your blessing :

“Forever Young” –  Bob Dylan

May God bless and keep you always
May your wishes all come true
May you always do for others
And let others do for you
May you build a ladder to the stars
And climb on every one
May you stay forever young
Forever young, forever young
May you stay forever young.

May you grow up to be righteous
May you grow up to be true
May you always know the truth
And see the lights surrounding you
May you always be courageous
Stand upright and be strong
May you stay forever young
Forever young, forever young
May you stay forever young.

May your hands always be busy
May your feet always be swift
May you have a strong foundation
When the winds of changes shift
May your heart always be joyful
And may your song always be sung
May you stay forever young
Forever young, forever young
May you stay forever young.

I wish you the best parts of me,

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Why we marry men for their nice thighs. Oh and patience.


SirNoid beautifully styled in his birthday PJ’s cuddling my cat,  LadyCayte.

Dear friends and other interesting creatures,

My laptop screen said cheers… Immediately after I had moved all my mail to the pst folders (my mail sync with my phone and the mailbox was full).  I also downloaded all the pics off my phone from my #DiscoverMcGregor trip and my #NAF2015 adventures to my laptop.

Great, I can’t access email older than this afternoon, as it is stored locally on the laptop. I have invites I have accepted but not put into my electronic calendar yet. So I don’t know what I’ve accepted for when. Posduif?

No we don’t have a spare screen. I can borrow you a random child though? We cover most age groups.

To SirNoid’s credit he did handle my dysfunctional, “Oh holy shit!” moment quite well. The loud Portuguese side of me never let’s me down. Bat shit crazy Wenchy.

SirNoid said we will somehow sort it out. Very calm. Everything I was not feeling. He is good like that.  Making things happen.  Me…  Mmmmm. See why I have a strength coach?  More about Johan soon! Two sessions and I’m already realising how to focus on my strengths and not my weaknesses.  Bat shit crazy may be a weakness.  Will let you know.

Huge thanks to SirNoid who recognised my need to soar and manage my….  weaknesses is such a strong word! :)

Really do not need this expense right now. Like not at all. Victoria is turning 16 dammit!

I wish you enough,


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To Sir, With love.


From a cold and slightly misty Grahamstown just before 2am ….

I want to wish my husband, friend,  lover, provider, cheerleader, nurse, protector, taxi driver, perfume buyer, tea making, shoulder dancing, brilliant, sexy, funny, generous, coffee drinking, tattooed, road less travelled exploring, Herman Charles Bosman story telling, awesome dad to our kids, guard of my pain levels, hard working, DSTV controlling, perfect rare steak chef, lover of ice, Cheetah supporting, #ClashOfClans leading, South Africa loving, man with awesome thighs, shouting at the TV person,  who will never walk alone…


Love you!
Your dear wife

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Missing you comes in waves. Tonight I’m drowning.


My liefste Oupa Mike,

Sometimes I am consumed by overwhelming joy, just because of how you loved me. Sometimes I see Frisco coffee or Turkish Delight and am able to smile in gratitude and remembrance. Other times objects, sounds and memories is a raw, open wound.

To you I had no faults. If there were, you would make light of them as if such things could never taint me. I was beautiful, funny, talented and you always reminded me how proud you are of me. I never truly felt I deserved your praise…. but I loved bathing in your reflection of me.

Tonight the years since we lost you to death feels like decades. I want to bury my face in your chest,  cry and you would stroke my hair and kiss my forehead. I miss you intensely. I hope my life brings you some pride…. and a bit of a brag. :)

The only thing worse than my own heartache is seeing my Mammie in so much emotional pain.  I envy Mammie for she had you longer, but her ache for you leaves me breathless. I feel helpless.

I hope my impact on people when I leave this reality will be as profound.  I would have achieved much, if I touched people the way you did.

Baie lief vir Oupa….en dankie.
Stel x

I do not recognise the #ANC of my youth.


Dear friends and other interesting creatures,

You know when a family member does something unbelievably stupendous and everyone shakes their heads in disgust?

There is usually a touch of confusion at the magnitude of destruction. One thinking soul, giving a hefty sigh, in that “Ja swaer” tone :

“Oupa would turn in his grave if he had to see this!”

That sums up how I feel about the “leaders” in the picture.

Sigh. Tata, turning in his grave. The legend who was able to unite many. All the personal sacrifices he had made for others to carry an Africa with a heartbeat I feel pulsating from my very core.

The struggle I supported, alive with men and woman who believed and fought against segregation and oppression, has been lost. I do not recognise the ANC of my youth.

Paying back the money falls incredibly short on paying us back our dignity and respect as a people, facing each other and foreigners when we are filled with disgust and confusion at the reality of our designated leaders.

Its going to take more than a village to raise this “child”!

God bless Africa.

I wish you enough…

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An Old Flame…


I was 11 when he died. He was 30. But tonight as I read everyone’s messages I think to myself…  I also had a father. My memories are few…  You bought me Strawberry milkshake and biltong. I could feel you before you came into the room.  It was as if music and laughter followed you. You were the party.

They say the greatest gift you can give your children is to love their mother. Well,  I have no doubt about your love for my Mammie, nor her absolute devastation at your death.

An old flame.

Lief vir jou Pappie.

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