I am…
- a freelance writer, who’s still trying to find my feet in the writing world, something that I’ve only been interested in for the last 4 years.
- a mom of 4 kids; three boys, one girl. Of the three boys one is waiting for us in heaven. He’s also the only one that’s never naughty. The rest of them drive me crazy on a daily basis
, that’s usually after they’ve also made my day. - a horrified librarian, I’ve taken on the task of setting up and running a school library with only the love of books to carry me through.
- a glorified animal feeder. From kids, fish, ducks, and chickens to the soon to be ex-cat & rabbits. Then there is the future ones: pigs, goats and cattle. No freeloaders allowed on our little farm so no pony for the kids (thank goodness!)
- a lover of photography, the thing I dreamed about at school and never got around to until about 6 years ago.
- a sometimes depressed person with extremely strange thoughts.
- someone who understands technology and in some instance have the ability to explain it to others.
- a fantasy book collector. I’m addicted to reading and have read just about every single genre ever written, but my big love stays with the fantasy stories I started reading as a child.
- a nature lover, which is why our cat will soon be an ex-cat. He’s picked up the unfortunate habit of killing off the local wild life. Maybe I should mention now that we live in the bushveld. Edit: the cat has only managed to kill one Agama, but has since killed a snake so back in our good books. Wait she (jip, you could have knocked me out with a feather, turns out he is a she) stole hubby’s chicken fillet, back on the “hit list”.
- a blogger, isn’t it strange how blogging starts to define you? Managed to make the finalist stage at the SA Blog Awards on my other blog in 2010 for best indigenous language, but having to compete against blogs that cater solely to the vulgar kinda takes the nice out of the feat.
- a wife to a fantastic husband that supports me, grounds me and tells me when I need to pickup my act.
- the local medicine man. The one that does the dosing, doctoring, blood and gore.
- the family beautician. Taught myself hair cutting, by experimenting on the kids. They’re still fine, mostly…
- a half decent clothes maker. At least the kids aren’t complaining about the stuff (usually pj’s) I’ve made for them.
- a kiddie party planner. Each year I’ve got to come up with, plan, decorate and create 3 parties. On a minimum budget. That has to be fun. And hasn’t been done before…
- a home maker, meaning I move the furniture back to the place I want it to be after my DG has finished cleaning. It also means that I am the architect, quantity surveyor and project manager of the planned renovations to our house.
- a dreamer
- a friend, sometimes a good friend, sometimes a terrible friend, but mostly a fun friend.
- a landscape architect, which right at this moment consists of killing all the plants I don’t want in the garden. The new stuff I want has to be added in spring. It also means that I am waging war on the unwanted plant species in the veld.
- desperately in need of an extreme make over, both me and the home. But until the show hits South Africa will have to stick to doing the exercise routine. Now if only I could loose one kg for every personal trainer that has told me a woman cannot build muscle, I’d be on goal weight by now…
On any given day I can be any or all of these. Well, there’s more, but I’ll leave you to find out as you read my blog.
