Lourensford Estate

So we had these 2 guys visiting us from North Point, Donny and Shef.  We all had them for the day so Kelly and Morgan organised for us all to go Wine, Coffee, Cheese and Chocolate tasting at Lourensford Estate in Somerset West..

We started off at the coffee tasting.  How it works is you get a list of coffee’s they have to offer.  You can choose as many as you like.  You can have them as a espresso, cappuccino or just as a normal coffee.  They can tell you all about roasting th coffee and they can show you as well.  You don’t have to buy the coffee, but we did.  These 2 were my favourite ones.

Organica

El Tambio & Timbio

Cauca, Columbia

Very good acid balance

Certified organic relationship coffee

Nutty, tobacco, jasmine and honey scent with hints of smokey ripe berries

Terranova

Upper Kaleya Valley

Zambian Highlands

Full Bodied

Nutty cocoa finish with subtle layers of citrus, stone fruit and tea-like tannins

Julie and Wendy

We then went to the wine tasting area, where some of the people did the tasting.  You pay R15 if you want to taste, but if you buy a bottle your tasting is for free.  You get a list of which you must choose 5 wines to taste.

Waiting for the wine to arrive

Wendy, Kelly and Lara

Gareth enjoying the wine

Donie and Shef

Then the cheese came.  We all just shared a platter cos they had run out of biscuits.  That cost R55.

Then once all th cheese and wine was finished we chose our chocolates.  You pay R35 for the tasting.  With that you get to choose 3 truffles, you get a 70% dark chocolate, a 60% dark chocolate, a milk chocolate and a white chocolate.  You also get a dark and a milk chocolate shot glass filled with their honey liqueur.

Afterwards we went for a walk to see the property.

Kelly, Lara, Julie, Wendy, Amy

Oh just noticed all the dates on the pictures are wrong.  It was 6/2/2010

Funny Waxing Story

If you girls do not roll on the floor with laughter, then I don’t know……..

Hair Removal….

This is funny. (I don’t have a clue as to who wrote this, but….
WHAT A HOOT!) All hair removal methods have tricked women with their promises
of easy, painless removal – The Epilady, scissors, razors, Nair and
now…the wax. Read on………

My night began as any other normal weeknight. Come home, fix dinner,
play with the kids. I then had the thought that would ring painfully in
my mind for the next few hours: ‘Maybe should pull the waxing kit out of
the medicine cabinet.’

So I headed to the site of my demise: the bathroom. It was one of
those ‘cold wax’ kits. No melting a clump of hot wax, you just rub the
strips together in your hand, they get warm and you peel them apart and
press them to your leg (or wherever else) and you pull the hair right
off.

No mess, no fuss. How hard can it be? I mean, I’m not a genius, but I am
mechanically inclined enough to figure this out. (YA THINK!?!)

So I pull one of the thin strips out. Its two strips facing each
other stuck together. Instead of rubbing them together, my genius kicks
in so I get out the hair dryer and heat it to 1000 degrees. (‘Cold
wax,’ yeah…right!) I lay the strip across my thigh. Hold the skin
around it tight and pull. It works!

OK, so it wasn’t the best feeling, but it wasn’t too bad. I can do this!
Hair removal no longer eludes me!
I am She-rah, fighter of all wayward
body hair and maker of smooth skin extraordinaire.

With my next wax strip I move north. After checking on the kids, I
sneak back into the bathroom, for the ultimate hair fighting
championship. I drop my panties and place one foot on the toilet.

Using the same procedure, I apply the wax strip across the right side
of my bikini line, covering the right half of my hoo-ha and stretching
down to the inside of my butt cheek (it was a long strip)

I inhale deeply and brace myself….RRRRIIIPPP!!!!

I’m blind!!! Blinded from pain!!!!….OH MY GAWD!!!!!!!!!

Vision returning, I notice that I’ve only managed to pull off half the
strip. CRAP! Another deep breath and RIPP! Everything is spinning and
spotted.

I think I may pass out…must stay conscious…must stay conscious. Do I
hear crashing drums??? Breathe, breathe…OK, back to normal.

I want to see my trophy – a wax covered strip, the one that has caused
me so much pain, with my hairy pelt sticking to it. I want to revel in
the glory that is my triumph over body hair. I hold up the strip!

There’s no hair on it.

Where is the hair??? WHERE IS THE WAX???

Slowly I ease my head down, foot still perched on the toilet. I see
the hair. The hair that should be on the strip…it’s not! I touch.
I am touching wax.

I run my fingers over the most sensitive part of my body, which is now
covered in cold wax and matted hair. Then I make the next BIG
mistake…remember my foot is still propped upon the toilet? I know I
need to do something. So I put my foot down.
Sealed shut! My butt is sealed shut. Sealed shut!

I penguin walk around the bathroom trying to figure out what to do and
think to myself ‘Please don’t let me get the urge to poop. My head may
pop off!’ What can I do to melt the wax?

Hot water!! Hot water melts wax!! I’ll run the hottest water I can stand
into the
bathtub, get in, immerse the wax-covered bits and the wax
should melt and I can gently wipe it off, right???

*WRONG!!!!!!!*

I get in the tub – the water is slightly hotter than that used to
torture prisoners of war or sterilize surgical equipment – I sit.

Now, the only thing worse than having your nether regions glued
together, is having them glued together and then glued to the bottom of
the tub…in scalding hot water.
Which, by the way, doesn’t melt cold wax.

So, now I’m stuck to the bottom of the tub as though I had cemented
myself to the porcelain!! God bless the man who had convinced me a few
months ago to have a phone put in the bathroom!!!!!

I call my friend, thinking surely she has waxed before and has some
secret of how to get me undone. It’s a very good conversation starter
‘So, my butt and hoo-ha are glued together to the bottom of the tub!’

There is a slight pause. She doesn’t know any secret tricks for removal
but she does try to hide her laughter from me. She wants to know exactly
where the wax is located, ‘Are we talking cheeks or hole or hoo-ha?’

She’s laughing out loud by now…I can hear her. I give her the rundown
and she suggests I call the number on the side of the box.

YEAH!!!!! Right!! I should be the joke of someone else’s night. While we
go through various solutions. I resort to trying to scrape the wax off
with a razor . Nothing feels better than to have your girlie goodies
covered in hot wax, glued shut, stuck to the tub in super hot water and
then dry-shaving the sticky wax off!! By now the brain is not working,
dignity has taken a major hike and I’m pretty sure I’m going to need
Post-Traumatic Stress counseling for this event.

My friend is still talking with me when I finally see my saving
grace…. the lotion they give you to remove the excess wax.

What do I really have to lose at this point? I rub some on and OH MY!!!!!!!

The scream probably woke the kids and scared the dickens out
of my friend. It’s sooo painful, but I really don’t care. ‘IT WORKS!!

It works !!’ I get a hearty congratulation from my friend and she hangs
up. I successfully remove the remainder of the wax and then notice to
my grief and despair…. THE HAIR IS STILL THERE…ALL OF IT!

So I recklessly shave it off. Heck, I’m numb by now. Nothing
hurts.

I could have amputated my own leg at this point.

Next week I’m going to try hair color……

Tinky-Tinks

Our baby Tinky has brought such love and happiness to our lives.  He is extremely spoilt!!!!  When we first got him he was so small he could fit into the palm of my hand.  He is still small, but a lot bigger than when we got him.

I’ve been taking him for acting classes.  He just loves to show off he has complete the first level.  He will now go onto the website to be chosen to do ads or movies.  In level one he has learnt to sit, down, stand and go to a target. This must all be done from 5 meters away.  He has also learn to go upright, to bow and to high 5.

Here are some pics of our baby…

He is such a handsome boy