TGIF!

It's been one of those weeks where Hell would have spat me out for my mood! Bless Dawie for putting up with me sometimes... I've been in a foul mood all week and have no reason other than real stress and workload. I know, it's pathetic, but hey - even this wonderful man is only human! (SNICKER!) So, this weekend I'll make up for it by treating the husband to a little bit of pampering.

Tonight we'll go to his favourite seafood restaurant for some prawns, and we'll lie in tomorrow morning while I make us breakfast in bed - eggs benedict is one of our favourites and it's not too difficult to make. (Mental note to self - stop at Woolies Foods on the way home for ingredients.) And then on Sunday it's lunch with my family - so that should be fun as well. No wonder I look like the Goodyear Blimp at the moment - just turn me on my side and trow a few lights on me and you would not be able to tell the difference!

Anyhoo, after 'writing' a whole load of hoohie - here's wishin' y'all a lovely and fun filled weekend!

TTFN

A weekend, a Monday and other stuff!

The weekend was probably supposed to be quite and relaxing, but allas, it turned out differently. Well, not that this is all bad, but sometimes one needs to just switch off a bit... Anyway, such is life and I did (begrudgingly) enjoy myself most of the time.

Friday night I had a few people over for dinner as a work friend (also 'family') from Cape Town was here and stayed with me for a couple of days. She was the guest of honour and we had a lovely Hungarian Goulash with Basmati Rice and a Chickpea, Feta and Spinach salad. This was followed by Ice Cream, Strawberries and a rich chocolate sauce. Then we opened another bottle of wine, and then another, and then another and then... (You get my drift!) It ended up with a bottle of Wild Turkey being finished and us seeing her off for her 7am flight without bothering too much with sleep. Here I just want to mention, I'm not really a heavy drinker anymore, but my dear friends are, and as the host, had to stay awake for this little episode. The house looked like a bomb had hit it, and the poor housekeeper was kept busy the whole of Saturday morning to clean up after this bunch... (Bless him!)

Did not feel like crawling into bed immediately so just cleaned up a bit and then went for lunch with E at the Yaya Centre. Also got a haircut and manicure and now felt like a new person. Went home, the power went out and I decided - might as well go to bed... Slept from around 7.30 to the next morning around 9! Have not done that in a looooong time.

Sunday was spent just veg'ing in front of the TV and watching one movies after another... The main thing is that I'm missing home. It's been OK to be away from home for over two years now, but with Dawie not really being well at the moment, I need to be there to look after him and to ensure that he gets better. We have a blessed relationship, and here is the man that I want to spend every moment of my waking life with and I'm just not able to get to him quickly enough to take care of him. Yes, the process has started, and yes, it looks like my transfer will take place at the end of next month, but time is now dragging and it's driving me nuts!

It's not that he is not able to look after himself, or that he really 'needs' me to be there (He's quite indipendent), but I need to be there and to be with him trough his difficult time. He has always supported me in every endeavour that I've tackled, and now, during his time of need I'm not able to be there for him just because of my job... It's frustrating! Time must go a little quicker now!

In the meantime my loving parents are looking after him in my absence (It was mom's 66th birthday on Sunday), and my two sisters are there to support him every step of the way. Thank you dearest, dearest family! I do not know what I would have done without you...


TTFN

Another update...

Last night the hubby called me to inform me that our GP asked him to check into hospital today for further tests as she was not sure exactly what was wrong, and that she needed the assistance of a viral expert. It goes without saying that I did not sleep very well. I need to be in SA to support him, not stuck here with mountains of work and no real way of assisting him. Did call my Mom, and she immediately set the wheels in motion to make sure that everything is looked after while he spends time in the hospital. Collected the kids (dogs!), made sure that the house will be looked after, went shopping for dried fruits and treats for boring hospital stay etc etc. (My dear Mother is a real mother -hen sometimes). My dear baby sister (36 years young, will be my baby sis forever) who works for the medical aid that we belong to made sure that the authorizations were done (even thought she works in a different department) and that there would be no hiccup when he checks in this evening. Big sis and hubby offered to cart him to the hospital and make sure that he does not need to leave a car in the lot for the time he's there.

Then, a few minutes ago, he calls me and tell me that the doc has decided that it would not be necessary as she and the viral expert have consulted and that they've decided on a different course of treatment. He would only be required to spend a few hours in the clinic tomorrow, but that they think they know what's the matter, and that they will treat it accordingly. If, in three weeks there is no improvement, he would then need to spend a week in the hospital for further tests.

What I've realized is that, despite me not being there at the moment - and feeling really helpless and stupid, my family will support and stand in for me in my absence. I've realized that my hubby is as much a part of my family as I am, and that we are loved - as a couple. This is rare - really rare. So few gay couples have the 'luxury' of family support on their side, and when it happens so easily and without judgement, it makes the world a better place.

Thank you mommy, daddy big sis (and big sis' hubby) and little sis. You are all really, really special! Love y'all lots!

TTFN

Working my little 'tuchas' off...

I've been staring at this screen for the last few hours without lifting my fine petite little head, and my manicure is ruined, ruined I tell you from all the typing being done. Who knew you could 'polish' the front of your fingers by typing at the speed of sound?

It's report time and with me flying to Jozie tomorrow, I need to make sure that everything is done and dusted by the end of the day. Not a lot of fun, but such is life... This is, after all, why they pay me the little money! (Big smile across face a I see the South African Rand weakening dramatically against the US Dollar.)

D and I spoke for about 40 minutes last night and then got rudely dropped by the cellular provider. We are both so excited about the new place and moving and all the new toys we bought that we're like two naughty boys. Correction - we're always like two naughty boys, now just a little more excitable! I also miss my children and would love to roll around on the floor with them when I get 'home' tomorrow evening. Jessie has grown quite a bit and is now a young teenager with too much energy and a will so strong she should be able to move mountains. Jason, lying with his 'mommy' in this particular photo, is his usual casual self that gets phased by absolutely nothing. An A bomb could explode next to him and he would just twitch and ear and give a cursory single bark. That's him - the ice queen! (Yes, he's gay like his two daddy's, not interested in the opposite sex but gives a mean 'ride' to a fellow male dog.) Miss my children...

As for the rest of my life, well much of a muchness. Work, some work, sometimes I work and then other times I get some work done. So, basically - work.

Not going to make much effort with Email and such while I'm gone so going to be quiter than usual for the next 1o days. Hope y'all have a festive and happy Easter Weekend and spend it with the one you love. I know I will...

TTFN

My loving, wonderful parents.

Travelling the world, I've experienced such a variety of cultures and different people (and varied views) that sometimes the lines get a little blurred. With me not being able to 'out' myself to anyone here in Kenya (except for a select few) and having to be guarded in my interactions with people in general is just so completely out of character for me. Hate it being back in the closet, so to speak...

I've been out to my parents from the age of 18, long before it became socially acceptable to have gay children, and way before it became fashionable to have at least one gay friend in your group. I remember my mom's reaction so well, and now, looking back at this, I'm feel a certain level of pride well up in me. You see, today my hubby is having his driving licence renewed in SA, and as the ques are a lot shorter in the town where my folks live instead of in Pretoria, we drive there to have it done - using their address and details in the process. Then hubby is joining my mom and aunt for their Friday ritual lunch - mom says at least she gets to spend time with one of her sons... (I'm the only boy - my two sisters live close to 'home' and get to see my folks quite often.) The relationship between my folks and my hubby is wonderful, especially since a previous relationship nearly led to me and my parents never speaking again. (This is a long story, and would require a post when and if I ever feel like sharing that part of history...)

Was it smooth sailing all the way with my folks? No, not at all, but as we all got a little older and a lot wiser, things changed and everybody made the right decision to include each other in each others lives. Now we can proudly stand up together as a family, hold our heads high and face the world as one, united family that will be there for each other till the end of time.

Have a blessed weekend!

TTFN

Ps: Pic of a 'family' of Zebra - thought it would be appropriate...