Some toes are more equal than others...



All toes are equal...really now!



The scene begins as such. A young, dashing fellow looks yearningly across a room filled with gorgeous, voluptuous beauties and as fate would have it he spots HER. The Her that makes his heart beat a little faster, the Her that he wants to give his last name and grow old with and the Her that makes his life worth living. He must have Her!  As he approaches her and her bevy of giggling friends, he gives her the once over from her head all the way down to her feet. Beautiful face? Check!  Full bountiful breasts? Check! Oh so sexy body? Check! And those...WTF are those meant to be? Does she landscape with her feet? Will I now need three condoms, one for me and two for her feet, for protection? Suddenly the dream that was, is tossed out the window all because our devilishly handsome so and so will not date a woman whose toes look like they were cast as the murder weapon in a horror movie, Hahaha.  Now before you become overly sensitive about this tale particularly exposing your toes, let me clear things up. As young girls we all had a list of how our perfect men would look, smell, act and react and it was a little conflicting as you got older to hear that love sees not the outside but is has a vested interest with what lies within. So between your parents telling you, that as their princess you deserve only the best, and the world demanding that you compromise surely it must have made the dating scene a little awkward for some. Now the question is, would you date someone who is not on the level as you intellectually, physically and materially? The politically correct answer would be a bold yes but that cherry LV bag does match those pumps you own and having some else pick up the tab would be nice, even if the poor shmuck looks  like the bottom of a worn out shoe and can hardly speak that nasal English your parents paid so dearly for. Me, personally I love pretty things and have been accused of being a little bit pricey in my taste but I have a “toe” standard if I must say. If that toe has a great personality, is ambitious and understands my need for pretty things then please let him come to me when I am out of his league and I will give it a go with him. I love a good investment and sometimes the gratification of watching someone grow is much more rewarding than having everything handed to you. Be broke, merry and ready to grow. Take care of you and yours! Mwah!

O.M.G- From tragedy, terror to triumph:-)

But can midnight slap me across the face already!? I know other people out there have bigger problems than I do...well, let them blog about it lol. Mine started off as a sweet Monday. I finally kicked ass at Price Analysis and Estimating and boy did I have a spring in my step. Fast forward to thursday and I put my diploma on the line when everything I had studied for my Construction Technology test does NOT come out. How crazy is it to only know ten marks out of sixty. Help me Jesus because it is deep right now in my emotional hood. My Friday was the bomb.com, sleep at Southern Sun in Sandton with my dance crew Phly.Nation and it was for MAHALA. Slept in crispy sheets, had a surprise get together for our dance coach and left the hotel after an amazing breakfast. Lol, now if it sounds like I am flossing that's because I AM suckers! The emotional damage done to me after Thursday could only be healed by an overnight stay in a five star hotel #smiles#. Saturday was awesome, the fans at loftus were crazy fun and oh so warm. Zooming into the oh so glorious Sunday. My dance crew came second at the Battle of the Giants dance competition, thus getting closer to realizing our dream to represent S.A in Austria. This week has ended in smiles and love and it does not hurt that I got greeted by a handsome man when I got back from competitions. Now off to start a new week with a smile and some love. Miss my mummy!

Crack Food-Couples' guide to budget dates.

Forget uptown restaurants! Eating out has gone mobile in the silliest way, crack food is the possible new romantic trend. Introducing, minatlana(chicken feet) and dikilana(gizzards). These are my new addictions and its such a delicious sin because you do not have to dress up with your hair and make-up done to enjoy this date, you do not have to make reservations in fear of having no space to dine and you get to star gaze if the sky is clear enough. These mobile restaurants are at many a street corner and comprise of a miniature braai stand, a shady looking chef who looks someone who has been in a police line-up and the semi-cooked chicken feet or gizzards. You and your date find a street corner that a friend has recommended you try or one you stumble upon. Upon arrival you find 'shady chef' sitting on an empty beer crate stoking the coals of his braai stand and you place an order. He then puts the semi-cooked delicacy back on the stand to cook it it thoroughly so you may enjoy a hot meal. Now the make it or break it of this meal depends on his secret marinate which pops out of nowhere in a broken plastic container. This marinate, which he applies to his product with a paint brush, looks like a mixture of everything lol,and I have concluded that there must be crack cocaine in it because how does a rational-minded person make a conscious decision to eat all that? Maybe I am a lil crackish and am only following my crackish nature to lead me into temptation or maybe the talents of my 'shady chef deserve a lil more credit than I am willing to acknowledge. Whatever the reasons for my going back, addicted is what I am and will proudly attend my C.F.G.A (Chicken Feet and Gizzards Anomnymous) meetings with a smile on my face and tell of all the adventures experienced while making romance work on a shoestring budget. Yummy!

When The Fire Is Low...

When love ages

So he has made her cry for the third time in seven months. Ever notice how much bigger the bed seems when you are fighting with the man you love? All of a sudden it seems like your dreams are miles apart and it scares you a little,okay a lot, just how much of an effect he has an effect on your feelings. The coals are in a steady decline and are losing their spark quickly. A part of you wants to be so mad at him and shut him out and never ever speak to him again but after a few minutes of heavy silence you so badly want to laugh because you remember the day he carried you on his neck all the way from Woolies to the flat, the day he stuck your nailpolish up his nose just to make you smile, the many times he has had to cook for you because of dance practice and his waking up in the middle of the night to keep you company when you cannot sleep. You love him so much and wish he had not chosen the day your menstrual cycle made you crazily emotional to talk outta the side of his neck. Mind you, what he said may be a lil true BUT really now,he could not wait for next week? All of a sudden you want the space in the bed to get smaller because you do not want to go to bed angry because for all the things he gets wrong, he really is the only man who lets you see his heart and the light that is his love holds you tight and that very same light forgives you when YOU are wrong. All of a sudden being angry is such a waste of the time you could be using to walk in love and faith with your man. When the fire is low, tending to it seems like such a chore but when you know in your heart that sixty years from now you want to be wrinkly next to the same person because when the fire is burning, he makes you believe in the endless miracle that is love, then you tend to those coals with a smile. Love for me is measured in the times when the honeymoon phase takes a vacation. If your honeyboo can love you in difficult times then the abundance of love you will feel in good times will only taste sweeter. Of course this works best as a two way street so take care of yours. Mwah!