Check your mate

Dear friends and other interesting creatures,

Random thoughts:

* My anxiety is playing up at the moment and I am not loving it. My default emotion is anxiety so it does not require an event to plague me. It is not fanTy. Forgive me if I am not as chatty as usual. Although … I’ve become really good at hiding these issues.

* I love my husband, @SirNoid. He won a big ass TV and put it in our room for me toimage watch DVD’s. Not that I watch DVD’s all day long but it made me feel special that he did that. I do not want it hooked up to our DSTV! Perfect just like that.

Oh yes, dear @SirNoid gives magnificent massages. Not sure if I could return the favour in an equally fabulous manner with my lovely illness inflamed hands, but I will try.

* Before you pick up your phone to call me, think… Is this textable? I do not answer the phone (deep psychological reasons which surfaced after my Oupa Mike died. No therapy did not help). So, unless I gave birth to you, or I let you sleep in my bed, don’t phone me. I am not going to answer. Text or email. Flowers (yellow roses really do the trick) is lovely, and you are welcome to WhatsApp me. On the odd occasion that I may call YOU, know that you are incredibly special!

* I need to colour my hair at least every 7 to 10 days for the optimum #purplehairdontcare look. Been just over 18 months of having totally purple hair and I am loving it ! Even my @SirNoid loves it ….and he was very sceptical in the beginning. 💜

* After five or so years, it appears our furniture needs replacing… as does our linen. Electrical appliances seem fine but our bedroom, bathrooms, lounges etc need some attention / updating / love. How long does these things last in your house?

* @SirNoid and I do not share a bathroom. Very progressive thinking I must say. My husband says I’m odd to not share a bathroom, but why not, if you have another bathroom that isn’t being used? Would you like your own bathroom?

* ♡ I am posting my birthday #wishlist tonight, as requested. I love that I still get asked to do this. 😄 My friends are so proper.


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I’m posting this as a request from my friend Janice who tagged me on Facebook.

Four names I go by:
1. Momma / Mother/ Mom
2. Nancy / Nancy Pants
3. Aunty Stel
4. Wenchy / #MammaWenchy

If in any doubt, Wenchy is the name to go with (no surname – think Madonna, Cher – they don’t need surnames and neither does Wenchy).

Only my Mammie and Bank Manager calls me by my proper name. When my name is mess up. it annoys me LOTS. It is Christel-Michel or Wenchy. I dislike being called Chris, although I guess that would be the natural way to go for people who want to be friendly but don’t know me well. Yes, I may have some issues.

(My close family and perhaps those who would give me a kidney …call me Stel. I’m old fashioned that way, so respectfully, kids get to call me Aunty Stel.)

Four places I’ve lived:
1. In my head
2. In your computer
3. Potchefstroom
4. Johannesburg

Favoured things I love to watch on TV:
1. Game Of Thrones
2. The Blacklist
3. Chicago Med / Greys Anatomy
4. Blue Bloods

Four favourite places I have visited:
1. Victoria Falls (Zimbabwe)
2. Uvongo Lagoon where the water is forever deep (South Africa)
3. Pebble Beach at Storms River Mouth in the Tsitsikamma National Park (South Africa)
4. Grahamstown (The National Arts Festival, South Africa)
…..and as a bonus:
5. McGregor (South Africa)
6. Top of Sani Pass (Lesotho)
7. Drakensberg (South Africa)

Four things I love to eat:
1. Crème Brulee
2. Baked Cheese Cake
3. Pork Belly
4. Rare Fillet Steak

Favourite drinks I love to have:
1. Water
2. Strawberry Daiquiri
3. Cappuccino
4. Salted caramel milkshake

Four books I adore:
1. Tuesdays With Morrie by Mitch Albom
2. Perks Of Being A Wallflower by Stephen Chbosky
3. Seks, Drugs en Boeremusiek deur Koos Kombuis
4. The Fault In Our Stars by John Green

Four people I TRUST will respond ( … and not be beige!) You can either respond on your blog, or in my blog comment section, or Facebook , but please tag me :

1. Birthsay Girl Jenny
2. Our Ky
3. My #bestie Gail
4. Tayla-Jade
….and bonus, dear 5. Shell (You can also join her group (all about beads) while you at it!)

Anyone else who wants to play is very welcome! 😇

I wish you enough,
Wenchy

Tangled in a tree with a crystal glass.

Dear friends and other interesting creatures,

Last night, I opened a bottle of wine, very Shirley Valentine I was. My husband came home and gave me a strange look. Apparently coming home to me drinking wine is a new thing. Well, it is…. and I quite liked it!

Last winter I had the wonderful opportunity to visit the McGregor, Robertson and Bonnievale area in the Cape. One of the many wine farms I visited was the Van Loveren Wine Estate. What drew me in, was the stories that surrounded the estate. I’m a sucker for a story, do read it over HERE.

I was thrilled when I received a case of Tangled Tree for my enjoyment, and an e-mail offering one of my loyal readers a taste of the tangled also! I was so inspired that I recorded the following, <insert my voice here> which holds the answer to a box being delivered to your home.

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Clearly the “plastic” the very un-green (learning to be eco friendly I promise!) me called the packaging, is not plastic. Hides head in shame. 

…. and I quote:

  • PET, or polyethyline terephthalate, is an unbreakable thermal polymer that is also up to80% lighter than glass. This makes wine in PET bottles ideal for consumption in the outdoors, allowing wine lovers to carry the bottles along easily and safely on hikes or forpicnics.

  • It is completely recyclable.

  • The manufacturing process of these bottles has a significantly lighter carbon footprint (up to 75% less) than glass bottles.

  • The cartons used to transport the wine are also completely recyclable.

The best part is that because the packaging is so ultra cool, it loves to travel to all the weird and wonderful places you do…. and I know where some of you go…. #justsaying

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In order to have a box of Tangled Tree delivered to your home, answer this simple question in the comment section. Please ensure I have your e-mail address to arrange delivery. Entries in by Sunday morning please, so that you too can enjoy end of the month salty crack… in wine form. 🙂

My question to you:  Which wine did I open and spoke about in my sound cloud recording

I wish you a crystal glass,

Wenchy

 

“What makes the desert beautiful,” said the little prince, “is that somewhere it hides a well…”

Dear friends and other interesting creatures,

I have readers, loyal and long suffering readers that have been around 20 years next year (party?), and when I don’t blog, they text, email or whatsapp me messages to ask “Everything ok?” “You ok?”You gotta love it, right?

Thank you for knowing me well enough not to phone me. No idea however why I have not received flowers, cupcakes or chocolate…. although to be perfectly honest, if you can deliver low carb meals, snacks or general groceries to my house I will be forever grateful. #Smile

Everything is OK. I am permanently completely exhausted. Not tired, not need a break, not take the day off… It’s a much more intense level of EXHAUSTION. Although in all honesty, I do believe @SirNoid and I are in need of a serious holiday.

It is on an I can’t deal, I can’t think, I can’t remember,  I can’t reason, I’m too sore, it’s too much, please help me, without me asking, kinda tired.

Naturally having very close to no iron in my body, does contribute towards my levels of exhaustion.

It is VERY unpleasant and I’ve really fallen very much out of love with having no energy. None. Physically. Mentally. Emotionally. Medically. Every level I may have skipped, please include it, and tick that box.

December and some of January, I was in severe pain, not coming downstairs, just staying in bed, “wish me luck as you wave me goodbye” kinda pain. Christmas, New Year is all a blur really.

I felt very aware of how scary or helpless this must have been for @SirNoid, but also for our 15 year old son Douglas. I think it was one of the first times Doug saw me mid pain attack, crying, asking @SirNoid to help with small things. Pour water, help me down the stairs, covering my legs like I’m 104 years old because the heat and the little pressure helps the pain,  while other times having any fabric touch my skin0 is hell. It is very confusing for all of us!

@SirNoid like many, expresses his helplessness and wanting to make it better, in getting angry, … but I’ve come to realise I don’t know who to direct my anger at. This acceptance bit is a bitch. I’m nowhere near accepting any of this.

I feel excessively exposed and vulnerable… Chronic illness has stolen from me, my husband and children which leaves me with more pent up anger.  Yes, it has been suggested a bit of counselling may go a long way.

I saw a new Rheumatologist &  Specialist Physician this past week.  For someone with “ailments”, I actually do not enjoy going to the doctor.

She was very proper and I liked that she saw ME, and spoke to ME as a person and not a number. The consultation was all consuming and as she predicted by the time I was done,  I felt a small tractor may have driven over me.

She has requested previous documents from other doctors and off course, ran more tests. She wants to compile a time line and see which of the illnesses is doing what, and seriously attack the anemia and find out why my body doesn’t hold onto iron.

The Fibromyalgia and Ankolysing Spondylitis can put on quite a show I tell you!

Looking at my anemic self, she took me off certain meds and gave me more pain meds to take until we have a plan of action.

Grown-ups never understand anything by themselves, and it is tiresome for children to be always and forever explaining things to them. –  Le Petit Prince (1943)

I don’t know the answers, only to try every day . Sometimes successfully and others not.

I wonder if anyone truly knows how much goes into pretending I’m feeling well?
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I wish you enough,
Wenchy

.. so lui die ou, ou sprokie my kind

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As die reën van stof en roet verby is
en die rook verdwyn
Sal daar in die sterrelose hemel
‘n neonboog verskyn

En kyk maar goed,
want as jy hom vind
vertel ek vir jou ‘n sprokie my kind,
van ‘n skatkis met ou kettings gebind
aan die neonboog se punt

Volg hom elke nag oor swart riviere
Oor kranse van beton,
as jy aanhou stap
tien duisend ure
sal jy dalk daar kom

Maar hier moet jy jou nimmer laat bind
want so lui die ou, ou sprokie my kind,
As jy geluk en vreugde wil vind
soek die neonboog se punt

Volg hom elke dag oor swart riviere
kyk nie eenmaal om
Dalk vind jy die land van blou saffiere
en dalk ‘n brokkie son

Sprokie vir ‘n stadskind – Koos du Plessis

Ek weet,  en jy weet en dis genoeg. –  Toy

Stel xxx

 

‘n Paw Paw vir my Darling!

Dear friends and other interesting creatures,

Today I am hosting a brilliant guest writer, Yvonne Griffin who did a brilliant review of the movie, ” ‘n Paw Paw vir my Darling! You can look forward to more Afrikaans movie and book reviews from her. 

I wish you enough,

Wenchy 


 

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‘n Lekkerder lekker as wanneer n film by die boekstorie hou, is daar nie. N Paw Paw vir my darling stel nie teleur nie. Jeanne Goosen se fiktiewe karakters word geloofwaardig en sprankelend vertolk deur onverbeterlike akteurs/aktrise.  Kwessies word subtiel en humoristies aangeraak soos liefde oor die kleurgrens en homoseksueliteit. Enkele kragwoorde mag aanstoot gee.

Die storie van die Beeslaers word verwoord deur Tsjaka, depressed, veronregte  hond van die gesin van Frik du Preezstraat, Damnville.  Aan stuur van sake is Vleis (n man vir die nuwe SA na 1994) . Sy vrou Sofie stress haar letterlik uit haar hare oor hul kinders en swak ekonomie – n situasie wat met en sonder payday vinnig reggesien word met n braai en n bottel Cape Hope!

 Die Beeslaarkinders betaan uit Elvis, die oudste en enigste seun met sy Kerrie cherry. Die middelkind Rusty het op die paal geraak, baba weggegee, kraandrywer geword by Iscor met haar liefde, die kraamsuster Tabitha  Snygans. Die grootste rede tot verdriet is dikboud Mabel  “retrenched” wat droom van Hollywood en Charlize  Theron. Giepie Briel van oorkant die straat, karate wonder van formaat bied uitkoms ….”wat wil n vrou meer he?” ‘n G0eie werk, siekefonds, vrypas en als?

 Soufie se ma Sally Caravan, bewoon n karavaan op die werf, sy sien gesigte en voorbodes. Vleis se ma, Girla van Huis Herfsblaar, het nie n tekort aan vryers nie – veral Tango du Toit as n geheime agent steel die hart. Tussen die twee ma’s hang n fete oor n plastiese roos van Bles Bridges.

Meng in Cyril Posa, die tuinbeampte, Hillies Grobbelaar wat enige strike kan stil toyi-toyi en n pastoor wat net sy kudde tot by nagmaal wil kry en Sersant Kennedy Banda wat eerder n oorplasing vra Hillbrow toe …

 Vergete is nie Tsjaka wat sy hart verloor aan n verdwaalde franse poedel nie. Kennende Damnville loop tel hy maar die stukke op langs die blou wawiel beton en die golfbal posbus…

Heerlike tong in die kies vermaak!

n Paw Paw vir my Darling

Yvonne Griffin