Saturday, 15 October 2011
Saturday, 8 October 2011
Tuesday, 4 October 2011
Faux sPaz
Those things that run through my head, enough times now I think of it more of an inventory of i cant help being me, than regrets... Surely I am not the only one blurting inappropriateness.
1. I remember my lovely neighbours, just met, invited me and the kids over for tea as Steve was away. We had a yummy roast I think, and maybe this comment was lost in the background noise, I wish. Me' yeah, it's hard when you can't cook anything interesting anymore because of what the kids like to eat' mmmm seems less retarded out of context.
2. Me' we may look at having more children, god willing, after our ski holiday at the end of the year'. Not only does this sound as contrite as a toff, but it was said to a table full of career women my age with no kids and all recently separated from boyfriends, yes they were uniting in their anti-ness and I happily displayed how out of touch you can become as a housewife. One good thing, maybe I just confirmed their doubts about giving up that career ladder to get pregnant and go on ski holidays.. Or was that the other way around..
1. I remember my lovely neighbours, just met, invited me and the kids over for tea as Steve was away. We had a yummy roast I think, and maybe this comment was lost in the background noise, I wish. Me' yeah, it's hard when you can't cook anything interesting anymore because of what the kids like to eat' mmmm seems less retarded out of context.
2. Me' we may look at having more children, god willing, after our ski holiday at the end of the year'. Not only does this sound as contrite as a toff, but it was said to a table full of career women my age with no kids and all recently separated from boyfriends, yes they were uniting in their anti-ness and I happily displayed how out of touch you can become as a housewife. One good thing, maybe I just confirmed their doubts about giving up that career ladder to get pregnant and go on ski holidays.. Or was that the other way around..
Eating out
At a lovely outing to Franschoak, we hunted down a frenchy type restaurant together. Over lunch Steve and I discussed how we hardly ever went out to dinner when younger, and now with out 2 and 4 year old we go out if not once but twice a week. We love it, and cape town has so much to offer with fresh produce and colorful restaurants. Kids menus are always interesting, with this particular restaurant having kids 'calamari and rice' being served in a very artful way with green! (gosh!) garnish and some super tasty yet heavily spiced, grilled squid. Do 8 year olds maybe eat this? Dunno. Anyways we do return to places again and again because the kids menu has been done with kids and real food in mind.
After a yummy meal of springbok shank the waiter cleared the plates;
Eva ' could I have the dessert menu please'
Waiter ' how old are you?'
Eva ' 4 and 3/4s
Waiter 'would you like to hear the specials?'
I had to laugh, she cannot read beyond her own name, but this is either a sign of a young one going to more restaurants than my parents probably did, or maybe to another independent step, not being shy to ask the right person for what you want. She will be five in a month, she has made it clear she wants a new bike..
After a yummy meal of springbok shank the waiter cleared the plates;
Eva ' could I have the dessert menu please'
Waiter ' how old are you?'
Eva ' 4 and 3/4s
Waiter 'would you like to hear the specials?'
I had to laugh, she cannot read beyond her own name, but this is either a sign of a young one going to more restaurants than my parents probably did, or maybe to another independent step, not being shy to ask the right person for what you want. She will be five in a month, she has made it clear she wants a new bike..
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