I love photography and consider myself the family paparazzi. Since I’ve had a lot of issues with clients, these days my photography is done for myself. To show the world through my eyes.
• a freelance writer, when it suits me.
• a mom of 4 kids; three boys, one girl. Of the three boys one is waiting for us in heaven. He’s also the only one that’s never naughty. The rest of them drive me crazy on a daily basis :D, that’s usually after they’ve also made my day.
• a glorified animal feeder. From kids, dogs, fish, geese, ringneck parrots and chickens. Oh, and the calf that should be fat, but isn’t and needs to go to the slaughterhouse in the near future. And then there was the cat(s).
• a lover of photography, the thing I dreamed about at school and never got around to until 2004.
• a sometimes depressed person with extremely strange thoughts. If you don’t mess with my meds I’m fine…
• someone who understands technology and in some instances have the ability to explain it to others.
• a fantasy book collector. I’m addicted to reading and have read just about every single genre ever written, but my big love stays with the fantasy stories I started reading as a child.
• a nature lover, which is why our cat will soon be an ex-cat. He’s picked up the unfortunate habit of killing off the local wild life. Maybe I should mention now that we live in the bushveld. Edit: the cat has only managed to kill one Agama, but has since killed a snake so back in our good books. Wait she (jip, you could have knocked me out with a feather, turns out he is a she) stole hubby’s chicken fillet, back on the “hit list”. Update: She cat gave birth to more cats. One we kept definitely male this time around. He stayed around for about 5 years. However, we recently rescued a Huskey and the cat decided to abandon us. We still see him occasionally, but for a barely tame cat, he is now as feral as the local jackals.
• a blogger, isn’t it strange how blogging starts to define you? Managed to make the finalist stage at the SA Blog Awards on my other blog in 2010 for best indigenous language, but having to compete against blogs that cater solely to the vulgar kinda takes the nice out of the feat.
• a wife to a fantastic husband that supports me, grounds me and tells me when I need to pickup my act.
• the local medicine man. The one that does the dosing, doctoring, blood and gore.
• the family beautician. Taught myself hair cutting, by experimenting on the kids. They’re still fine, mostly…
• a half decent clothes maker. At least the kids aren’t complaining about the stuff (usually pj’s) I’ve made for them. 🙂
• a kiddie party planner. Each year I’ve got to come up with, plan, decorate and create 3 parties. On a minimum budget. That has to be fun. And hasn’t been done before… Update: jeez it gets a lot easier as they get older. Our “standard” party these days consists of 5 friends invited to Spur or Panarotti’s.
• a home maker, meaning I move the furniture back to the place I want it to be after my DG has finished cleaning. 🙂 It also means that I am the architect, quantity surveyor and project manager of the planned renovations to our house. Update: no more DG, but maybe one in the very near future. However on the renovation front, I’ve had to step up quickly, that includes getting my hands dirty in the name of progress. Don’t ever wallpaper, it is messy… We have decided to sell and move closer to the kids school. Got a bargain on a vacant stand, but now we have to go through the whole building a new house from scratch. Oh, and it has to be full log meaning many days of having the city council to agree to our design spec. Plus I’m adding estate agent, since we want to sell.
• a dreamer
• a friend, sometimes a good friend, sometimes a terrible friend, but mostly a fun friend.
• a landscape architect, which right at this moment consists of killing all the plants I don’t want in the garden. The new stuff I want has to be added in spring. It also means that I am waging war on the unwanted plant species in the veld. Update: I am still sorting out the garden, but now with the emphasis on selling.
• desperately in need of an extreme make over, both me and the home. But until the show hits South Africa will have to stick to doing the exercise routine. Now if only I could loose one kg for every personal trainer that has told me a woman cannot build muscle, I’d be on goal weight by now… Update: remember the depresssed person thing? Well, in the last 3 years I’ve lost 27kg. I’m 1kg away from being in the healthy BMI range. I did this in 2 ways, my depression meds have finally been fixed. No more comfort eating. Plus, I changed the size of my meals to no more than the size of my fist. And the weight just started dropping. I climb the stairs instead of the elevator and that was it. Now I just need to get fit, cardio exercises only! Unless I want to build more muscle… Nah!!
On any given day I can be any or all of these. Well, there’s more, but I’ll leave you to find out as you read.