Question 1: What is the next two rows of numbers?
Question 2: How was this reached?

I say we are “finally there” but the real work actually starts now and doesn’t really stop! It’s all good though, just part and parcel of running a successful directory site…which Sprogs will soon be hee hee!

Sprogs has so many great features and functionality, it really is worth a browse – if you don’t have kids, it’s still worth a browse (then tell all your friends with kids about it!) We’ve got: a blog, a Q&A section, a gallery full of decor and party ideas , articles and party theme guides, recipes, an SA schools directory, an events calendar, competitions page, vouchers and coupon page, a library of books, DVD’s & music to buy as well as quizzes, games, craft activities and more! Sjoe! Bet you tired just reading all that! I need to go lie down now…

My man asked for more “white space” which as a designer I LOVE  but it ain’t so great for mountain biking, you know what I’m saying?! The shiny white you see below will turn to a lightish shade of brown in about 2 hours in the valley. Kind of like the brown you see when your tea is a bit anaemic, neither here nor there (and not so tasty). And I’m not so sure it will look too sexaaaay with the black sleeves. I can do pink and orange together but brown and black…mmm, nah!  But hey, at least everyone who wears the shirt will get to look good in it at least once. And I really must stress here that I have nothing against light brown, it really is a beautiful earthy colour and mixes well with other earthy colours, so no offence to any light brown molecules out there! Luffs you.

So if you are wondering what the “CamelToe” reference is to then hell you need to do some reading hee hee!! You can find all the details here which I’m sure you’ll find either amusing or terribly grotesque depending on whether you’re an A or B Type personality or alternatively just grossed out by references to pieces of clothing creeping into places that they probably weren’t meant to creep into. Sjoe that was a long sentence.

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The dictionary defines the horn as a long plastic instrument, in the shape of a trumpet that makes a very loud noise when you blow it and is popular with football fans in South Africa. How cool is that?

The vuvuzela has become so popular with the international market, that certain countries have taken a stand against them and have banned the horn from being played at certain sporting events, stating that the ‘noise’ is very distracting to the players and severely limits communication on the field. The fact that they are doing this, indicates just how popular the instrument has become and how many people left this country after the World Cup with a vuvuzela in their suitcase. I love it!

I have compiled a brief history on the possible origins of why Friday the 13th is such an unlucky day. Now obviously there are many conspiracy theories, but these seem to the main ones-

One theory states that it is a modern mix of two older superstitions: that thirteen is an unlucky number and that Friday is an unlucky day.

In numerology, the number twelve is considered the number of completeness, as reflected in the twelve months of the year, twelve signs of the zodiac, twelve hours of the clock etc., whereas the number thirteen was considered irregular, upsetting this ‘completeness’.

Friday has been considered an unlucky day at least since the 14th century. Black Friday has been associated with stock market crashes and other disasters since the 1800s. It has also been suggested that Friday has been considered an unlucky day because Jesus was crucified on a Friday and there were 13 people at the last supper.

Some interesting Friday the 13th superstitions (Use them or lose them)

• If you cut your hair on Friday the 13th, someone in your family will die. (Better be careful Elzet WOOOOHHHAAAAA)
• A child born on Friday the 13th will be unlucky for life. (I have met some unlucky people in my time and none of them were born on Friday the 13th)
• If a funeral procession passes you on Friday the 13th, you will be the next to die. (Jeez can you imagine how many cars are passed by a funeral procession, especially if the grave yard is miles away from the church)

So, it seems that 13 is considered an unlucky number and Friday is considered an unlucky day, put them together and you have pandemonium, people don’t leave their houses, black cats are looked upon as angels of death and bad things tend to happen to good people.

So my question is, is Friday the 13^th genuinely a bad day to do stuff, are the numerologists and folklorists right in saying it is the most unluckiest day of the year, or are we almost willing bad things to happen to us because of the phobia and hype around the day?

How superstitious are you, do you throw spilt salt over your left shoulder, do you wear lucky underwear or even avoid step ladders like the plague?

We’re planning to touch down on the 1st September which is just around the corner. Eeeeek! This means lots of work, tea and Romany Creams..but we’ll get there…all thanks to a great team!

Watch this space!

I had an awesome Women’s Day! It revolved around eating!

My man took me to breakfast in the morning, we went to a friend’s house for a laid back lunch in the afternoon and in the evening we had a “fend-for-yourself-dinner”. And that means there was no cooking involved and more importantly – no extra dirty dishes to add to the pile! Bliss!

Kerry

Ok well my husband decided that he would surprise me with breakfast in bed, unfortunately I stuffed the plans up by getting out of bed before he had time to complete the task, so I was not very popular, but breakfast was fantastic anyway (thank you sweety, I appreciate it). The weather on Monday was perfect to stay indoors, undercover and slob away the day watching DVD’s and eating lekker comfort food with of course chocolate for dessert.  Would I ask for anything better………Hell no!

Elzet

I actually totally forgot why I’m having a day off; was just thrilled that I was part of this rosy Monday at home, not realising that it was
all about me.

Found myself in front of the TV at 6 am (thanks to two busy toddlers), desperately trying to get a little bit more shut-eye. My very sweet man tried to surprise my daughter and myself with tea and snacks but we wouldn’t have it. He had to eventually spell it out:

*sigh*
“Sit up girls, I have something for you.”

Then I clicked. 9 August. Women’s Day.

My daughter (4) just, well, refused to have her early-morning surprise. Which made me eat my snack that I didn’t even like just to make up for her insensitivity. Was a long chew.

Overall just a lazy day with him doing most of the work in and around the house – isn’t that true love? Ended off with an hour in the bath with a book. Peace and a good book – what more can any woman want? Okay, perhaps a pair of heels.‎

“All I want out of life is a moments peace, a good book, and a great pair of shoes”
- Katherine Hepburn

The strike action by teachers seems unavoidable after labour unions rejected the employer’s “revised offer” last week. At the heart of the dispute is labour’s demand for an 8,6% wage increase; a R1 000 housing subsidy as opposed to the state’s 6,5% wage offer.

What are your views on the teachers strike? Do you think they are entitled to strike at the detriment of their students? Do you think they deserve to get more money regardless of the circumstances? Or is there another way to get their point across without the need for such drastic measures?

This is how it all started…………………………It was the day before my birthday and I’d climbed into my car to head for work – I laughed, this was funny!  Not being one for big parties, surprise or otherwise, I kinda hoped my 40^th would slip by with no one noticing…..

Then, throughout that morning I was sms’ed cryptic clues on the hour, something about  “sweaty palms”  and  “adrenaline” etc etc.

The big clue was to come at 2 pm…”check under your car passenger seat” the sms read. This is what I found……

I knew immediately what it meant! A chopper flight! How exciting! I was to be at Virginia Airport for an Intro chopper pilot lesson at 4pm sharp!

Excitedly I headed down there ready for my lesson…..”too windy I’m afraid” was the instructors advice. “You’ll never be able to hover…” . “we can re-schedule for next week”

So I left a little disappointed but still excited for my flight to come.

I headed back home to my wife and this is what was next at the top of the stairs…..!

The rest is Censored censored censored censored. Then it was a romantic dinner for the two of us at our favourite little local restaurant. All this and it was only the day before my birthday!

The day of my birthday had arrived. My gifts were opened one by one revealing great gifts from my wife, cats and unborn child. (wonder where the cats got the money?) After that I had planned to go for an early morning cycle – dressed up and ready, I headed down to the garage to get my bike and this is what I found!

I was to go to the country club for a lesson with the golf pro! Just what I needed, it was awesome and it’s definitely bumped my game up a notch.

My next instruction was on my car door window:-

I was to head off to Oscars (our other favourite local eatery) on my bike at 2 pm. I suspected there would be one or two guys there for a quick ride. Sure enough there was a big bunch of bikers led by Rohan, ready for a quick downhill spin into the valley of 1000 hills. Best part was it looked like the van was heading down there too and we didn’t have to ride out again! I didn’t event mind having to wear a kiddies bentley belt with a hippo head attached to the front!

As we got to the dam, another surprise, there my lovely wife had arranged a small gathering with cake and cool drinks! I just needed to supplement that with a few ice cold, ten rand quarts from the local shebeen and the sunset at Fundani’s development canoe club’s container clubhouse was complete. Cant get much better than a cold quart at sunset in the valley of 100 hills with my wife and friends.

Next morning was to be the biggest surprise of them all! My birthday was a thing of the past and I had set my alarm nice and early to go for a ride which I had pre-arranged the night before. As I got up I was handed my next clue card!

I dashed into Shewy’s room (our unborn son/daughter) and after a bit of hunting, found this!

I hurriedly packed my bags and we shot off to the airport to catch a plane to Cape Town where we picked up a rental and headed off to the Cedarberg, destination – Bushmans Kloof Lodge! Here we had a tranquil luxurious few days with great food and some great hikes!

You know you’re staying larney when you see this in your bathroom!

Big up to Lou at 6 months pregnant, hauling that big tummy up and down the rock ledges around the “Ravine hike”

The spa…..

The Picnic…..

The Cedarberg’s rugged beauty…

Did I mention how good the food was? Especially the duck…..

Monday evening we headed back to the airport for out homeward flight. My birthday celebration had been a 3 day fun affair!

I had a wonderful time full of surprises and more surprises (probably as a result of too much time spent watching the “amazing race” hey Lou?).  Thank you so much Lou, my special wife, thanks for all the effort. I love you.