Skip to main content

Wish you were here...

Today is a very special day. Today, many many years ago, a girl was born. She was beautiful from that first moment, although, I only had the chance to meet her 20 days later when I had done my time in my Mom's tummy. Her house
became mine and mine hers, except when she forgot to bring her own toothpaste, her family mine, and mine her's. We had to be placed on opposite sides of the classroom during nap time cause we would chat too much otherwise.

When I was 3 I went on my first trip away without my parents or hers and went to her Ouma and Oupa. We went on Easter and Christmas holidays together with the families, watched as each other went through the awkward stages, the braces stage, the fat-thin-fat-thin stages, the massive fashion faux pars. The skater style, the punk rocker, the nose and belly piercings, the make ups and break ups. The last time we lived in the same town, or even provience was when we were 11 years old, but we've made it through different schools, with other friends, hurricanes, broken hearts, miles and miles of ocean between us and still I just know that nothing will ever come between us.


She is smart, silly, uber clever, crazy, funny (not on purpose though), caring, generous, beautiful, talented, gentle (most of the time), considerate, charming, hardcore (she does triathlons) and yet elegant and most of all, she is my bestest friend in the whole world.

Can't believe I got so lucky to have you in my life for soooooooo many years. Happy birthday my gorgeous friend. Come home soon.

Comments

Anonymous said…
Love you skank. You have no idea how happy this made me.

Popular posts from this blog

Rule No.33 - Never kick a fresh turd on a hot day

Okay, rules are back and what a classic one! This quote is by Harry S Truman. He was the 33 rd president of America, historians call him “a controversial president”, the band Chicago wrote a song just for him and he has a commemorative holiday in his name on the 8 th May in Missouri. This is brilliant advise, not in the literal sense, well, that too, but if you having a seriously bad day, don’t make things worse by deliberately doing something that will bite you in the bum later. I did this the other day, so I am talking out of experience here. I went into a situation and then on the way out, after realising it was a bad situation, I kicked a fresh turd cause I was so mad. (again, not literally, although, that might have been a better idea in hindsight) My advise in this circumstance is to stay indoors that day until you have calmed yourself down. I’ll leave you with another quote from Truman : A pessimist is one who makes difficulties of his opportunities and an optimist is one who ...

Rule No. 76 – Keep your old love letters. Throw away your old bank statements.

I was on a plane last night on my way home and after my original idea of having a really awesome nap after two extremely tough weeks being completely thrown aside thanks to my hard of hearing peeps behind me that thought it necessary to use their fists on the tray to make a point, and they had a LOT of points, while bashing my chair at the same time, i decided what better time to think about this rule instead. Use my time productively. Then, somewhere between my eyes rolling back in exhaustion and semi consciousness, i looked over to the other row and there was a lady with her wallet on her lap, sorting out her slips, throwing away her bank statements. Brilliant. Seriously though, why would you want to keep them? We all do, just in case we need it for something, but when have you ever really needed them?These days they give you the option if you want to print out the receipt or not. Do yourself and the tree's a favour and just say no. Sorted. Now love letters. Aaah, love letters. I...

Restoring self-confidence after breast cancer - by Lauren Harmse

Self-confidence;  a feeling of trust in one’s abilities, qualities and judgement .  Something most women have issues with in everyday life in general. Add cancer into the mix and the concoction can be devastating.   My self-confidence took a huge hit after I was diagnosed with breast  cancer at the age of 29 . It was a whirlwind of doctors’  appointments,  preparations and wig shopping . I started treatment immediately and the reality only began to sink in  after I had completed  my first red devil chemo and  my scalp became  sensitive .  I was going to lose my hair and I was devastated. I had always had “mermaid” hair. It flowed down my back and had always been my crowning jewel. I decided to shave my hair before it started to fall out in chunks, I felt like it made me more in charge of my destiny. My adoring husband shaved his head first and then we started on mine. We first cut it into all sorts of funky styles (ver...