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Marriage

Okay, so last Sunday the Blonde One announced that he was getting married to The Blonde Girl at the end of September.

*JAW DROPS TO THE FLOOR*

This is news that you don’t hear everyday and the first thing out of my mouth was… “IS SHE PREGNANT?”

Luckily he took it as a joke and said no… it was just time.

How can it be just time?

He is only 22-years-old!!!

I am sure that you can see from my reaction above and the fact that I have bolded the above, that I have still not wrapped my head around this one. I am still trying to get used to the idea. Do you really know who you are at 22? Yes, they have been together since they were in grade 11 (which means they were what? 16 or 17?) but they haven’t experienced life. Yeah sure they live together, but until recently, they didn’t even have steady jobs!

I just hope and pray that they aren’t making a mistake. Do you know how many people get married early in life and then a few years down the line they get divorced? I have spoken about starter marriages before here on my site (here and here).

I did speak to Rugby Man about this. He seems to think that it was coming whether we like it or not. It is their choice after all. I get that. My Mom says that maybe I am feeling this way because I thought that I would be settled before they decided to settle down. But I don’t think that’s the case. I am luckily not the only one who is worried about this. Biker Man is too.

I suppose that I should stop fretting about all this. They are young and in love and I guess all that I can do is offer them the support that they need. It is cool to think that I have known my nephew his whole life and now I will see him take this step. I have been asked to be the photographer and my Mom has been asked to do the cake. I guess we will help out where we can. So, for now, I sit back and watch as all this unfolds around me.

Happy Monday everyone!
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Thor, my nephew and I

On Saturday morning I received a phone call from the Blonde One. He wanted to go to the movies to watch Thor: The dark world. He said that his GF, the Blonde Girl did not want to go with him and that he needed a date. Actually, I think he secretly knows how much his aunt loves Thor. 😉 Anyways, I told him, that I was broke, because I am keeping all my cash for my party on Saturday, you know for the balloons, deco, food, etc. He said not  to worry, that it would be his treat and an early birthday pressie for me.

The Blonde One picked me up and drove me to Menlyn, where we got movie tickets, popcorn and something to drink. He reminisced about all the times I did that with them. See, long ago when I was still studying and I got my licence, I would go pick them up during the school holidays and we would make a day at the movies. They obviously loved that, because to this day he can remember what movies we went to watch.

He mentioned that the Blonde Girl did not like to go to the movies. However, he said that he thinks we should go more often now, especially since so many cool movies are coming out over the next few months, like Captain America: The Winter Soldier, The Hunger Games: Catching Fire, The Hobbit: The desolation of Smaug and various others.

I do think that it is time that I introduce Cutie Pie to the cinema… At almost four years old, she is ready for it… and I think her first movie will be: Frozen.

So, back to Thor and his hammer…  Grrrr is all I can say. I also realised how much I like the man who plays Loki (Tom Hiddleston). He is VERY good looking and very witty in the movie and I think that his long dark hair suits him very well. I especially liked Loki when he went all nuts (see the image below). I’m not going to give the plot away, however, there WILL be a third movie and I cannot wait. 🙂 Oh and before you ask, I did Google Mr Hiddleston this morning to find out more about him and his career.

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Loki going crazy in Thor: The Dark World.

While doing my Google search, I found the following Hello Kitty and Loki pic… too good not to share, especially since my nickname is Kitty. 🙂

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How cute is this?

Oh and btw, did you know the following:

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I think this is very true. 😉

So, it would seem that I have a new movie buddy and I am not complaining at all about it. It is always good to spend time with the family. 🙂

Have a good Monday further.

Love and marriage

Okay… so I mentioned here and here that I had a few things that I still wanted to share, however, because of time constraints and other issues at hand I never got around to it. Well, I thought I’d focus on one topic today.

On Saturday night, after the shooters, I got chatting to two of my nephews’ friends. Tweedle Dee and Tweedle Dum. They both have the same names, however, but the one is older than the other and when it comes to the shape of their bodies, the one is thinner than the other. While chatting to them we somehow got onto the issue of relationships….

Tweedle Dee (the thin one) said that he was planning to propose to his gf in December.

My first reaction was: “How old are you?”

“21,” he said proudly.

I think this is where my jaw hit the ground.

“Aren’t you a bit… uhm… young?”

“No, my brother is 23, he got engaged last week,” Tweedle Dee said.

“You aren’t getting married straight away, are you?”

“No, I am planning a long engagement. I’ll get married when I am 25 and have my first kid by 28,” he said. He obviously gave it a lot of thought.

“Oh, well sometimes life doesn’t work out the way you planned. Look at me, I am 30 and still single, by choice I might add, but it is certainly not the way I expected life to turn out when I was 21,” I said.

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So, this was the conversation that reminded me of an article I read years ago in I think it was the Cosmo or was it Elle? Anyways, the article was about “Starter Marriages”. It was an article about how a couple got married in their 20’s and were divorced by the time they were 30. They had no kids and weren’t in love with one another. You could say they out grew one another. According to the Wikipedia page about starter marriages, the first line sums it up well:

“A starter marriage is a first marriage that lasts five years or less
and ends without the couple having any children together.”

Now, I have never been married, however, this “trend” is still around. Thanks to this article, and this one there is a new thing called the non-starter marriage.

I’d like to take a quote from the article:

“We’ve all heard about the Starter Marriage: The marital training wheels that prime you for the real thing. But this is something singular. Call it the Non-Starter Marriage, the union that dissolves in less than a year, sometimes before the thank-you notes can even be sent out. It’s the kind of bust-up we associate—almost anticipate—with celebrity unions. Katy Perry and Russell Brand: just over 365 days. Kim Kardashian and Kris Humphries: 72 days. Drew Barrymore and Jeremy Thomas: 27 days. Britney Spears and her high school sweetheart: 55 hours. Even the seemingly down-to-earth Fred Armisen and Elisabeth Moss split in under a year (though legal red tape pushed the union slightly past the 12-month mark).”

Do some people just rush into marriage because they feel it is the “right” thing to do? Do people still give a thought to how much work it takes to be in a marriage these days? Are you making the right choice for you? Can you live with the person for the rest of your life?

These are questions that I would certainly want to answer before I take that long walk down the aisle and I think I would expect my future husband to answer as well. I just hope that Tweedle Dee does not influence the Blonde one, with this proposal business, because I feel that 21 is a bit young to make such drastic life decisions, especially in today’s day. There is so much out there to experience and see that one wouldn’t want to be tied down.*

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*Please note the views in this blog are mine. If you feel differently, feel free to comment below.

My weekend in a nutshell….

As mentioned before, it was the Model’s birthday. I wasn’t sure what to get him, but on Friday he called me to ask if I had the movie Gladiator. He wanted to lend it. Unfortunately, I am not really a Russell Crowe fan and I told him that and told him that I did not have it in my DVD collection, but that gave me a bright idea. After work, I made a quick trip to Musica to find Gladiator and Clash of the Titans, because as the Model put it, he likes fight movies from the ancient times like 300, Troy, etc. (Totally off topic, but did you see they are doing a second 300 movie? Check it out here.)

After the quick trip to the store, my Mom and I went to Rugby Man’s pub on the base (the place where my family have all their celebrations) to find the Model. When we got there, he had left. So, we decided to hang out with my brother while we waited for him to return.

Finally the Model arrived and we gave him the pressie. He opened it and said the following: “Kitty, you are the shit! It’s just what I wanted!” Yes, ladies and gentlemen, apparently, I really know what my nephews want for their birthdays. *insert big smile here*.

I ended up having shooters with him, Melktertjies to be exact. It still fascinates me how good they are and no wonder they are so potent.

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Saturday morning, I was awoken at 07:00 by Biker Man. Does the man not know that I sleep late on Saturday mornings? I gave the phone to my Mom to answer and went back to bed; however, I was awake and couldn’t fall asleep again. *sigh*

Within a matter of minutes Biker Man had arranged a braai for that night to celebrate the Model’s birthday. See, the pub has a lapa, braai area and really cheap alcoholic beverages… and we would be going there once again. It seems to be our home away from home when the rugby season is on and when we celebrate birthdays.

My brothers are bikers, so their friends were there, my family was there and my nephew’s friends rocked up again, charming as ever. *wink wink*

I ended up doing shooters with them… and at R 5 a shooter, there was a lot to be had. Cookies and cream, Springbokkies and of course, Melktertjies. My mom even had one with the boys and really impressed their friends, because their grannies would NEVER do that. She became a legend to my nephew’s friends.

We got home at 00:30. Turns out my brother still went clubbing with the Model and the Blond One. He only got home at 04:30. I admit I was VERY impressed when I saw him at church yesterday morning.

Anyways, the Blonde one had quite a deep conversation with me in the kitchen at the party. He proceeded to tell me that I am the most successful woman he knows, because I have done something with my life. He also said that he was so very proud of me, and then added that if we weren’t related, I’d be in trouble. Hahahaha. That last comment, confirms that he was a bit tipsy.

Anyways, I thought that I would just share my weekend in a nutshell. Many more things happened that I cannot quite elaborate on now. Maybe another time?

Enjoy your Monday, or what’s left of it.

Tuesday Tune: Welcome to the Black Parade

On Saturday evening with the Blonde Ones 21st birthday party, my brother, Rugby Man did a slide show, which I mentioned in this post. Rugby Man has a wide knowledge of music and loves the variety in it. He loves sitting you down and making you listen to the words of a specific song and always tells you what his favourite of the day is. The song below, was the first song that was played in the presentation and it has been with me ever since. He obviously put a lot of thought into the message he sent his son on his 21st birthday.

Father and Son

Welcome To The Black Parade
My Chemical Romance

When I was a young boy,
My father took me into the city
To see a marching band.

He said, “Son when you grow up,
would you be the saviour of the broken,
the beaten and the damned?”
He said “Will you defeat them,
your demons, and all the non-believers,
the plans that they have made?”
“Because one day I’ll leave you,
A phantom to lead you in the summer,
To join The Black Parade.”

When I was a young boy,
My father took me into the city
To see a marching band.
He said, “Son when you grow up,
would you be the saviour of the broken,
the beaten and the damned?”

Sometimes I get the feeling she’s watching over me.
And other times I feel like I should go.
And through it all, the rise and fall, the bodies in the streets.
And when you’re gone we want you all to know.

We’ll carry on,
We’ll carry on
And though you’re dead and gone believe me
Your memory will carry on
We’ll carry on
And in my heart I can’t contain it
The anthem won’t explain it.

A world that sends you reeling from decimated dreams
Your misery and hate will kill us all.
So paint it black and take it back
Let’s shout it loud and clear
Defiant to the end we hear the call

To carry on
We’ll carry on
And though you’re dead and gone believe me
Your memory will carry on
We’ll carry on
And though you’re broken and defeated
Your weary widow marches

On and on we carry through the fears
Ooh oh ohhhh
Disappointed faces of your peers
Ooh oh ohhhh
Take a look at me cause I could not care at all

Do or die, you’ll never make me
Because the world will never take my heart
Go and try, you’ll never break me
We want it all, we wanna play this part
I won’t explain or say I’m sorry
I’m unashamed, I’m gonna show my scar
Give a cheer for all the broken
Listen here, because it’s who we are
I’m just a man, I’m not a hero
Just a boy, who had to sing this song
I’m just a man, I’m not a hero
I! don’t! care!

We’ll carry on
We’ll carry on
And though you’re dead and gone believe me
Your memory will carry on
We’ll carry on
And though you’re broken and defeated
Your weary widow marches on

Do or die, you’ll never make me
Because the world will never take my heart
Go and try, you’ll never break me
We want it all, we wanna play this part (We’ll carry on)

Do or die, you’ll never make me (We’ll carry on)
Because the world will never take my heart (We’ll carry on)
Go and try, you’ll never break me (We’ll carry)
We want it all, we wanna play this part (We’ll carry on)

Spring has sprung?

Brrrr… it is chilly isn’t it?

The birthday party y went off really well on Saturday. Harmony, you won’t believe how charming those boys/men (aged from 21 to 26) were! I had so many hugs and compliments. As for your instructions… I looked twice as hard and got some pics too. 😉

As for my nephew, I think he enjoyed the celebrations. He loved his cake and his gift, his helium balloon that ended up going to heaven thank to Ms Cutie Pie. He (my nephew) told my Mom and I that we always seem to buy him the right gifts. The gifts he always wants.

It was so nice that the family were all together with such an occasion, everything just seemed right with the world. Nice memories were made and I must admit, that I got a little misty eyed when Rugby Man decided to make a speech and play a slide show of The Blonde Ones life. I think it was then that I realised that I have been watching two miracles (namely, the Model and the Blonde one) grow up in front of me. They are polite, well-mannered, they love their family and folks and they care about their friends. I really cannot see any bad in them, but maybe I am biased. Rugby Man and Curly have done a good job at raising those two boys.  They can be very proud of themselves about that and I know my Mom is very proud of her family. You can see it in her eyes when she talks about each person and I think that’s what life should be all about. 🙂

So, yesterday was the first day of spring here in the southern hemisphere, however, it did not feel like spring. There was nip in the air and everyone was cold. However, Spring has officially sprung and it is the second of September already.  I know that I have said this before but time sure is flying this year. Anyway, this is a little late but rather late than never…

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21 today…

I am feeling very nostalgic today… Yes, I am remembering the day my nephew was born. 🙂

It was a Saturday, when my Mom and Dad decided to take me to the Pretoria Show. My brother, Rugby Man and his now ex-wife, let’s call her Curly,  who was almost about to deliver and my nephew were to join us. Those were the day’s before cell phones and we arranged to meet at the Ferris Wheel. They were late, so to pass the time, my Mom took me and we got on the big wheel and we eventually found them from the top of the Ferris wheel. I shouted down to them and they eventually looked up to see us and they found my Dad.

While walking through the exhibition halls, Curly complained of back pain. I remember they went home at 14:00 and left my nephew, the model, with my parents and my nine-year-old self. My brother took Curly home. At 17:00 her water broke and she delivered later that night.

The blonde one had arrived. 🙂 I was an aunty of two by the age of 9. I remember going to the hospital to see him. My brother lied and said I was 10 otherwise they wouldn’t let me in to see the newborn. See, this was the first time I saw a little baby in hospital, because I was 7 when the Model was born, so I only got to see him when he and Curly got home. It was such a special experience.

Today, the blonde one is 21 years old. He has grown into a wonderful young man, with good manners and I know my brother is very proud of him. As am I. I hope the future holds the best for you and that you always grow in love and kindness, even if you talk a little too much when you drink. LOL!

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