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But first tell me, what you want in your stocking? You better get your order in if you have not done so yet. Oh yes, Santa told me that an exceptional large number of people were disqualified this year for being naughty. So if you were naughty this year, don’t bother with the stocking. Sorry, he did not elaborate on what classifies as naughty.

Hmm, what do I want? Now that’s a tough question. I have more or less all the things that I want; well, at least those that I can afford. What I still yearn for is too expensive and too bulky to expect in my stocking. I believe Santa’s budget has been rather tight during the last few years.

It is very unlikely that anybody is going to buy me a red Lamborghini therefore I expect to get the usual shìt; deodorants, aftershave, underwear, socks and so on. These are all items that I’m very fussy on and I’ll probably pass it on to somebody else in the end.

And that brings me to the problem of what to buy for my father. He really has everything he wants. But even when he was younger I never knew what gifts to buy him. With my mother it was easy; flowers was always a winner with her but as she requested no flowers on her grave, there is no need for that anymore. But this does not bring me any closer to a solution.

So what do you buy for a 90 year old man whose only wish is to go softly in his sleep? I don’t know why he wishes for that because he’s still good for a few years. He enjoys a good lifestyle, has a special girl friend (I wonder if they do it ), plenty of other friends, plays Bridge once a week and he still drives his own car..

We have been nagging him for a few years now to get rid of the car but he responded by buying a new car earlier this year. So I cannot even buy him a new set of tires; they’re almost brand new.


Anyway, bottoms up - enjoy whatever you're doing!

Last night my best woman friend tells me she asked her husband for a divorce after 17 years. She is a very athletic woman who runs 50 mile races, so being in her early 50's she has starting the process of menopause. We use to discuss it a lot because usually women get it by the time they're 51. And many now are getting it younger and younger. I know a woman 38 is going through it now. But my friend never got it and didn't show any signs, we chalked it up to her extreme physical fitness.

I've experienced many women getting divorced in the 45-49 age group, even celebrities who have been together for years, but always around that age number. It appears to me that woman (who never forget anything)bring all the negative items from the beginning of the relationship to the forefront. The man is overwhelmed he doesn't know what's wrong, turn right, turn left, he is very My brother in law who has the patience of a saint said to me that he couldn't live with my sister anymore as she was going through menopause. I told him to hang in there it will get better and explained in a little more detail the hormonal imbalance that was occurring. He survived, because he is a saint. ALL others have succumbed to this natural event.

The part that disturbs me (and I'm a victim of this as well) is lack of knowledge about what is occurring in the body of the woman. Most of us realize that we may get moody or annoyed when we're tired or hungry, but changing the chemical balance inside our bodies is a whole new dilemma. One hundred years ago (in America) the average age of a woman was 48. Ah just in time before the crisis unfolds..now with the lifespan much longer man gets to see it all.. This is the time that man needs to use but two phrases, YES DEAR, AND I UNDERSTAND.....chances increase substantially.

I had another friend who use to carry her portable fan everywhere and used it all the time..(hot flashes)
another woman had to change her PJ's three times a night they were totally soaked......this is a major major change and many not as much a change of life as for many relationships a change to death....almost every pharmaceutical company is working on a drug to relieve and reduce the symptoms but like alzheimers the pathologies are almost unique to every body.....so once again another place where education would be most helpful.....oh by the way men also experience this hormonal change and it's called andropause....

I have few skeletons stashed in my closet and I believe most of us do. I try hard not to think of them, always do my best to forget them but they're there and something would remind me of them from time to time. It's no longer a complete secret but I've hid them from people who are close to me. It never give me a good feeling, in fact it only make me feel guilty but for many good reasons I keep them hidden.

Well I do wonder from time to time whether I should take them to grave or set them free and leave them behind Would you like to be buried with your secrets or would you tell on your deathbed?


A lovely weekend to all of you

...after a delayed flight then a 3 hour bus ride she eventually got home at 2am..her daughter waited up to greet her..this morning she gave her daughter a necklace and bracelet and both said thanks....made my day to see a cute kid smile

I'm familiar with parental alienation, but I guess you would call this alienated children......where are we going as a family as a society??

A Judge Sent 3 Kids To Juvenile Detention For Reportedly Skipping Lunch With Their Dad

Please tell me

I'll scroll through some old emails or check photos in my phone and come across someone who passed on. While I'm not close to any CS members, I do remember those bloggers who were an active part of the CS community and are no longer with us.

Nearly a year ago, Willy passed away.
A few years now that wenever left us.
Bearwoman is gone too...

Thinkin' of ya!

By the end of April...if all goes to plan...i'm off to my piece of paradise...
Its been a dream for a looong time now...and just want my adventure to begin!...

My kids have to up their game...stand on their own two feet...start smelling the roses... ...

My dog is coming..which is gonna make me public enemy number 1... ....

My guilt lies with the fact that i am leaving my Mum...
She is 91....fit enough to cook and care for herself...but needs me to shop, and whatever else is needed....
The children will now have to muck in...take over this duty...

I just feel....i've done what i could for many years...and i want to 'do this'... ..

Now who said long distance relationships does not work? I lost my heart to somebody in another country on the other side of the world and I will still have to wait another six weeks before seeing her. Why is Oz so bloody far from here?

It grieves me to think that she will only be here in SA for 4 weeks before returning to Australia. She is still very attached to her mother and I will have to work on that. I don’t know why she wants to drag her mother along on the trip. Mind you, I would like to see her mother as well… as long as she does not interfere too much when we want to spend time together.

The latest photos from Aussie Land have me pacing up and down in my room and at times, I want to crawl up the wall from pure frustration. All I ever think of is she. Can a man of my age be so in love?

I try to control the feeling and think of other things but time after time I catch myself thinking of her again. It is a good thing photos don’t wear out when you look at them for too long because all I do all day is to stare at her pics.

And the uncertainty is driving me mad. What if she does not like me when she sees me for first time? Will she like me as much as I like her?

I guess only time will tell and I will count the days until I finally can get to meet the new love in my life.


Now have a wonderful day and don’t go falling in love with strangers.

My dad’s girlfriend is history. On Sunday, while my sister took her on a tour through the garden, I happened to find myself in the bedroom where she left her handbag. This was by sheer coincidence. She had been very careless. Her handbag was open and her ID book had slipped out.

I used my phone to take a snap of the contents. To prevent people from snooping in her bag, I put her ID book back in the bag and closed it. Now, was that not very thoughtful of me?

With her ID details in our possession, we learned that she was using her middle name. Not too out of the ordinary, but we also learned that she used a different surname. That was suspicious enough. Well, so we thought.

No sooner were they gone before we climbed on Internet. My sister logged on to the credit bureau with her employer’s password. She got permission to do it – providing we pay the normal fee. A credit check revealed that the strange surname that she used was her maiden name. We still had nothing on her. And then we hit the dirt under the section on spouse details. Spouse details? Yep, there was a husband.

My sister called the husband, pretending to be a friend, asking to talk to his wife. He said that she’s visiting her mother and should be home in about an hour or so. When asked where the mother was, the answer came as no real surprise. She was in the same retirement village as my father. Bingo!

We decided to pay my father a surprise visit, hoping that she would still be there. Alas, she had left, but when we presented my father with the evidence, he admitted to ‘helping’ her few times with her car installments. He said that she promised him that she will pay him back. Like hell she would. Well, she is going to do it now. I’ll see to it. My father was wise enough to make electronic payments directly into her banking account.

Anyway, not too much damage done and my dad is fine; only a bit pissed off with himself. If anything, this episode just brought the three of us closer – if that was possible at all. For the first time ever, he discussed his will and his financial position with us. No nasty surprises there.

I took him to the airport last night. He’s going to visit an old friend in Gauteng. No, he won’t be asking her to marry him, but I suppose hoping can do no harm.

I can understand why most of you thought that I’m meddling in my father’s private affairs. I would probably have said the same if it was not my father. It is easy to talk when the problem is not close to home but I’m sure that if it was your father, you would have acted the same as we did. Blood is thicker than water.


Sit tight! Tomorrow is Friday!