Archive for September, 2009

Keeping you up to date on the DL

Right, so I’ve been quiet. And cryptic. And I know you are dying to hear what I have been doing!

Here’s a few hints…

It’s a big change…

It’s totally new…

It’s super expensive…

And it’s not a baby (sorry grandma)

that’s right.

Hubs and I have been looking for a house. And we put an offer down yesterday. (Most stressful time of my entire life.)

South Africa does things a bit backward here and so after we put in the offer we have to get bank approval (weird I know). So offer down, acceptance from seller and… now we wait to make sure the bank likes us.

Hubs and I are very excited.

It’s a 3 bedroom, 2 lounge, 1.5 bath, massive garden beauty.

PS That reccession was our *female puppy*

Crossing fingers that all goes well!

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September 23, 2009 at 3:07 pm 5 comments

Culturally Confused

From which culture are you? I know I have readers that are American. South African. Nigerian. Australian. British. And the list continues. Being an expat, I am surprised that there aren’t more expats who stop around here. Maybe it’s because few will leave America for a lousy place like South Africa or something… That’s what I hear when I complain to self.

Self, Bertha and I sit in common disarray and discuss my cultural ambiguity. There are a grand total of six people I know that live like I do. My father, mother, brother and two sisters. (Nice I know.) And even their cultures are more intimately defined as either American, Like my brother and mother, or South African, my father and sisters.

There I stand. 16 years in the States in the tightest little bubble completely unaffected by American culture and 5 years completely immersed in South African culture – and a South African husband to boot. So what am I?

Out the window flew my quick fast easy meals on weekends (because weekends are party time right?!) and in came ‘visiting the in-laws’ and roasts, rice, potatoes, gravy, roast veggies, mash squash (sounding a bit like Christmas no?) and a three course dessert.

I can’t remember what self checkouts were really like- I understand more about Apartheid than I do the American foreign policy. I can name for you the ANC deputy president, remind you who Fugard is and probably will swear in Afrikaans before muttering a word of Spanish (in which I once was nearly fluent).

I remember the constant pressure to perform, the common restlessness of my peers and the materialistic spree of the media. Those things I do not miss. There are certain things I can attribute solely to my upbringing within the American culture. I believe in freedom above almost anything. I believe that socialism and communism suck ass. And that pop tarts are the healthiest breakfast food in the world. I know my directness is attributed to my so –called Americanness. And yet, Hubs swears that I speak with a thick South African accent in my sleep. I am culturally confused.

I am stuck in the chasms of cultures- one that wishes to be and the one that is.

And I lament.

September 16, 2009 at 2:28 pm 4 comments

While I was away

Things I did while I wasn’t coming up with interesting things to entertain you:

1. Worked.

2. Did some laundry

3.
… Hey wait. Wasn’t I cool at some stage? I am sure I was.

A few weekends back (hey how long was I gone!) I had my bestie Pookie over. She house crashed for the weekend and we stayed up drinking tea (aka wine) and discussed politics (aka boys). It was so nice to be one of the girls.

In fact, as we went shopping (I KNOW!) we came across scrapbooking goodies for R5. R5 is like less than one US dollar. Booyah, Momma went crazy. And by momma I totally meant the me that is anti being a momma.

I am a girl. I like men. I thing I am pretty good at being a girl…

But then… after we gloated about how much money we saved….

she asked me to join her in the loo.

What.

The.

George Carmicheal

Is.

That.

About?!?!

I followed her. Stood by the sink, pretending not to hear her tinkle and looked at my fat smarmy face.

Why would a woman want to have a friend in the potty with her? To share lipgloss? (ew). Style tips? (no thank you) Or to request a tampon should things have strayed for the worse?

To hell if I know.

On the epic list of things that I don’t get?

Numbero Uno: The potty buddy- because peeing alone is too dangerous. Or something.

September 15, 2009 at 7:11 pm 3 comments

Sharing is Caring. Especially when food is involved.

This weekend my Bestie homecrashed for the weekend. We had a fabo time watching movies and chatting through the night. *adoration*

This is my favourite quick “oh no I don’t have groceries for dessert” treat. It’s high in fat and sugar and oh so delicious.

My mom perfected a recipe from my childhood bestie’s mom and I swear to you. It doesn’t flop!

2 cups sugar
1 ½ cups flour
4 eggs
1 cup butter
2/3 cup cocoa powder
2 tsp. vanilla
1 tsp. salt
1 cup nuts or chopped chocolate (optional)

Mix all ingredients until just combined. Pour into a slightly greased 9×13” pan. Bake at 180ْ C for about 30 minutes. Allow to slightly cool before cutting into squares.

Give it a try!

September 6, 2009 at 11:26 am 3 comments