Posts Tagged ‘South Africa’

Previous Pets

A long time ago, we were living in South Africa and had two dogs. We had Shandy, who was mine and was a Siberian Husky x Labrador and then we had Jess, a German Shepherd.

Now our family decided to have Jess have puppies, and my brother was super excited about it, however just before we were about to breed her, Jess got an infection in her ovary, and had to have them removed, or else she would have died.

My brother was distought about not getting puppies, so my parents went and got little Baxter, also a German Shepherd.
oor Baxter however had a digestive problem and a skin problem. Translated this means that he was super skinny and couldn’t put on weight and was always scratching and rubbing away his skin.

We were so worried about him and had to get him special food, tablets and bath him in this special tea tree shampoo and conditioner every week. Eventually he started coming right, and then we got relocated to Qatar, and couldn’t take any of our dogs with us. Shandy when to the vet’s mom, Jess went to a friend and Baxter went to my brother’s best friend.

A year after we left, my folks went back for a holiday and stopped in to see little baxter, who is now big Baxter and has come right, bulked up and isn’t allergic anymore.


I really missed having pets when I moved to Australia however we were renting, so we were not allowed any, so we got rats as they were easy to hide. We had Betty and Chosen One (both girls, named after the men in Kung Pow) – “But isn’t Betty a girl’s name?”

Good Quality Shit

Like actual bag of shit!

Some people will do anything to make a name for themselves..

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World Cup Personal Leagues

So, for every Major Sporting Tournament, Survivor and Amazing Race Series, our office has a competition.

We all get allocated teams/people, and the losers (or first eliminated) usually have to do something for the first and second place (in the past it has been baking cakes, doing duties, cleaning out fridges etc..)

We just finished our Heroes Vs Villains Comp (I came 5th with Rupert), and now we are onto World Cup Madness.

I was absent the day the teams were allocated, and came back to work to find I had South Africa, Algeria and Cote D’ Ivoire in my clutches.
Seriously…. this had to be rigged. There was no chance I was gonna have a hope in hell in winning.
I threatened to not play and burn my teams papers.

Then all of a sudden come Monday morning this week, I find that I have gotten England instead of Cote. (from the guy that had England, Germany and France – hmm.. it really was a fair comp)
I was like, did I get given them after the USA match?
So… Go England… ha ha…

Otherwise I’m in Horsnells Fantasy Football League.
There was an error with the saving of my team, and somehow Messi (who is one of my star players) ended up on my bench, thus scoring me 0 points, when it should have been 9.

After the Brazil game last night, I have gotten a fair few more points and am sitting second in the log. With Messi’s points, I could have been first. SIGH.

One more game to go, and all my players would have played a match.

This is actually an accurate representation.

The braai (or bbq – for all you Aussie readers) culture of the stereotypical South African male.

Luckily or unluckily for me, my dad liked to tell lots of jokes, and taught me to be the tong master, since I was about 5 years old.


I have very mixed feelings about this movie, after watching the trailor, but I really want to see how the event of the cup was portrayed.

From being there, and following the team through the entire journey, it will be very interesting to see how others feel it panned out.

I still remember singing Shoshaloza when we won!

For Ana

This is all about Sharks.

In particular, my personal encounters with them.

For those that know, my dad is a Ship Captain, Tug Master, Pilot, Sailor etc etc and he has been coasting the waters since he was 14.

I’ve been coasting the waters well pretty much my whole life, thanks to dad.
At one stage, I even lived on one of dad’s ships, which was a tanker called THE BUFFALO, which used to travel between South Africa and Mauritius.

Dad had me driving tug boats from age 5 with his watchful eye of course, and I even got to assist and guide a ship into the harbour by driving a tug on a few occassions.

Every now and then we’d spot a fin in the ocean and he’d point out whether it was a dolphin (YAY), a whale (also YAY) or a shark (boo) and if so, what type it was.

I used to have terrible nightmares about sharks.
I’d be walking along the piers getting to my dad’s ship and it would always get smaller and smaller and smaller, and it would be so skinny, I’d have to walk one foot in front of the other, and every single time, I’d lose balance and fall in.
There were always great whites on either side, and regardless of which way I fell, I always met my death.

The horrible thing was, I could feel the pain of being ripped to shreds, and only woke up right where there was no more body of mine to eat.

This was recurring, and happened over many years.
No wonder I have always been a bit petrified of them.


It was one of my parents’ work Christmas party, and it was held at the life saving club in Durban North.

At around 5pm, I decided to cool off and went by myself for a dip in the ocean.
I always get in pretty slow, especially when the water is coldish, and was making my way in, and was about waist deep, when i saw something coming at me within the waves.

I remember running screaming out, and quickly made my way up onto the shore, before having the guts to look back.
Right where I had exited the water, now lay a dead tiger shark.

They then took me on a jetski ride in rough waves about half an hour later, to say I was petrified, was an understatement.

Stay Tuned for Encounter No 2,3 and 4..

When I was a little girl…

…my love for the ocean was just as strong as it is now.

I grew up in a small town called Pinetown. It was originally a stop on the main wagon route between Durban and Pietermaritzburg and was even the location of a concentration camp during the Anglo Boer War. Creepy.

There was pretty much one main road, called… Old Main Rd go figure and our second house was just off this road inbetween The girls and the boys highschool.

This was the only shopping mall in the town

Sanlam Centre

Here is a picture of the town by night.

Anyways, enough of the little history lesson. Pinetown was about a half an hour drive from Durban, which had the closest beaches.

Dad at the beachfront paddling pools 1980ish

I remember the Gunston 500 (International surfing comp), the soft white sand, the well kept spacious pools…
Used to be able to surf some serious waves..

What beautiful beaches they were, however the beachfront used to get so heavily packed in warm weather, which was common for the state of Natal (or Kwa Zulu Natal as it is now known).

It ended up eventually being, us sticking like a sore thumb.

Some people with their nose out of joint edited this photo.

Anyways… back to what I was remembering the other day.
The little top.

I used to love this place, and my brother with his child stage fright detested it.

It was this little stage in a balloon tent located on Dairy Beach.
Every holidays they would run competitions from lucky legs, to Miss Kwa Zulu Natal, to races with a coin in between your butt cheeks (ha ha. dad did that one).

I remember winning a heat, and then finally the grand final for a Tarzan and Jane re-enactment. ha ha.

The funniest I’ll ever remember would be one day when dad was trying to get Greg to go up.
Greg said to dad, that if dad went up for something, Greg would go up next.
We could smell the victory.
The very next event, they were asking for males to volunteer.
Dad reaffirm the deal and with a smile and nod from Greg, up went dad, not knowing what he was getting himself.

It couldn’t have been a better event.

MR CHIPPENDALE! My dad! On stage with other men, in bathers flaunting his muscles.
The grossest/funniest thing I have ever seen.
They all had to strut their stuff for around 5-10 minutes, answer a question or two, and then the voting began.
You know what the most traumatizing thing about the whole experience was??


My dad, won a Chippendale competition.
On top of that, guess who didn’t hold up his end of the deal?
After seeing what dad had to do on stage, there was no way on earth, my shy brother would venture up.

Good memory.
Here’s a similar themed video to enjoy, of some of my lovely friends 🙂

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