Rainbow Cake

September 4, 2012

So I saw this picture on Pintrest of a Rainbow cake and I have been wanting to attempt it ever since.  The idea of baking each layer separately just put me off.  I don’t like lots of fussing in the kitchen, but decided I have to try it.  I went off to this great baking supplies store called Value baking supplies and got everything I needed.

I first divided the mixture into 5 bowls


Then I baked them for 10 minutes each


Then once they had cooled I stacked them and put a thin layer of icing between each layer just to hold them in place.  I also just squashed them down a bit.  Iced the sides and decorated the top with hundreds and thousands.  In the end it actually wasn’t as much effort as i had thought.



It tasted really good.


Emotional Dynamics

April 25, 2011

One of my good friends gave me this book called The Infertility Companion by Sandra L. Glahn,Th.M. & William R. Cutrer, M.D.  Each chapter has questions and I figured it would be a good idea to write my answers down.

The first paragraph of this chapter sums up a few things I’ve been going through.

” The emotional pain associated with infertility is excruciating.  There’s the loneliness, the lack of control, stressed relationships,  sleep problems, sexual dysfunction, waiting to hear from the Dr’s office, delayed decisions, career stagnation, withdrawal from family and friends, debt, insurance hassles, unending and invasive exams,medically induced emotional swings, daily trips to the lab…….punctuated each month with ‘I started my period.’ ‘

I don’t like to moan about these things and I don’t know if people get tired of hearing me talk about our fertility issues.  Some times I feel like they are all-consuming.  I’ve put off blogging about this for a long time.  In the beginning I didn’t want to talk about it, and I often feel like I’m alone in this.  When in fact there are a lot of people who have gone though what I am going through.

The hardest part is when your friends around you or just people you hear of, fall pregnant.  I am so happy for them and extremely excited, but a little part of me just wants to die.  I hate that I feel like that and it makes me even more depressed.  I can’t explain it and I think you only understand it when you are going through infertility.  I wish I didn’t feel like that, but I guess im just human and that’s part of our sinful nature,only with God’s love and grace can you get through it.

We’ve just done an amazing series at our church called The Waiting Room by Jeff Henderson.  It was amazing.  I felt like he was talking to me.  I had already gone through a lot of the grieving stages ( Denial, Anger, Bargaining, Mourning and acceptance)  I’m in the acceptance stage.  Not to the point where I’d be fine with not having any kids, I’m in the stage where I know God has a plan and it will happen in his timing and his timing is perfect.  Me knowing all of this doesn’t make it any easier.  I still struggle with it everyday and just have to surrender it over to God.

Jeff said we must not wait on WHAT and WHEN,but we must wait on GOD.  He said a great quote” When I don’t know what to do my hope is not what or when but WHO!”

Hearing this sermon made me question whether going for fertility treatment was me trying to control the situation, but even with havin the treatments it still is up to God when he will bless us with a baby or 2 🙂

So I’m choosing Gods plan.


Is God listening

April 22, 2011

Do you ever find yourself asking God if he is listening to your prayers?  I was starting to think that God had forgotten about us.

We have  been trying for a baby for almost 2 years now, and I was just about to give up on asking God what his plans were for our lives when we came across this house in Pinelands that we actually both liked.  Gareth and I have such different tastes, and we had been to look at a few places and whenever I just LOVED the house he would absolutely HATE the house.  I was starting to wonder if we would ever actually find a place that we both liked.

I was so nervouse to hear what Gareth thouht of this new place.  After we had had a look I turned to him and said,”What do you think?”  He said,”I love it!”  and I was like, “I LOVE IT TOO!!!!!”  I couldn’t believe it.  We decided to think about it.  We knew these houses go like hot cakes so whatever we decided it needed to be a quick decision.  We took the moms to have a look and the house got their stamp of approval 🙂  We told the estate agent that we’d like to make an offer.

That evening we went out for my friends birthday and I chatted to her parents about the place.  They were the ones that had told us about the house coming onto the maket.  Her dad is really clued up on property and we didn’t know what to make our opening offer.  Her dad gave us some advice about if we were making an offer with our hearts or with our heads.  Our hearts wanted this house!  Her mom told us to go home and pray for the place together.  I told her that we don’t pray together,we just feel awkward praying together.  She firmly said,” Go home and pray together.”  I wasn’t going to argue anymore.  When we got into bed I said to Gareth, “We have to pray for our house.”   He made one of his “Do I have to?” grunts, and I said, “Yes, Karen said we must.”  That night we prayed that God may open and close doors, and if we were meant to have this place then he would make things go smoothly.  And if it wasn’t part of his plan, then we would be disappointed, but we know that he would have another idea for us.  And we were fine either way.

Wow! What a connection we felt after praying together.  It was amazing. It brings a new meaning to 2 become 1.

We put in our offer and the agent came back to us and said he can’t believe it, the guy just wanted 10 000 more and he would accept.  We were so excited and couldn’t believe it.  We thought we’d be negotiating for ages.  Everything that happened next was just a miracle.  My mom had to get 2 years of my business financial up to date.  Which she did in a weekend.  We found tenants for our flat and moved out within a weekend.  And we got a 90% bond at 0.25% below prime.  And we got to keep our other house.

This answer to prayer has been a saving grace.  Just when I thought God wasn’t listening. I’ve been encouraging all my friends and our community group to pray together.  It is such a wonderful bond. We pray every night together.  God may not have answered our prayer about a baby,but thats ok.  He has a plan and even though we don’t understand why he hasn’t blessed us with children yet, we trust that he has it all sorted out.


My new Hair cut

June 3, 2010

I get very impulsive sometimes.  On my way to work I decide that I wanted short hair.  So I had it cut 🙂


For Woman… so funny

May 24, 2010

Pregnancy, Oestrogen, and


A & more!

Q: Should I have a baby after 35?
A: No, 35 children  is enough.

Q :  I’m two months pregnant now. When will my baby move?

A: With any luck, right after he finishes  university.

Q :  What is the most reliable method to determine a baby’s  sex?

A: Childbirth.

Q: My wife is five months pregnant and  so moody that sometimes she’s borderline irrational.
A: So what’s your  question?

:  My childbirth instructor says it’s not pain I’ll feel during labour,  but pressure. Is she right?
A: Yes, in the same way that a cyclone might  be called an air current.

Q: When is the best  time to get an epidural?
A: Right after you find out you’re pregnant.

:  Is there any reason I have to be in the delivery room while my wife  is in labour?
A: Not  unless the word ‘child support payment’ means anything to you.

Q: Is there  anything I should avoid while recovering from childbirth?
A: Yes,  pregnancy.

:  Do I have to have a baby shower?
A: Not if you change the baby’s nappy very  quickly

:  Our baby was born last week. When will my wife begin to feel and act  normal again?
A:  When the kids are in university.




1. Everyone around you  has an attitude problem.

2. You’re adding chocolate  chips to your cheese omelette.
3. The dryer has shrunk  every last pair of your jeans.
4. Your husband is suddenly  agreeing to everything you say.

5. You ‘re using your  mobile phone to dial up every bumper sticker that says: ‘How’s my  driving-call 0800-‘.
6. Everyone’s head looks like an invitation  to batting practice.

7. Everyone seems to have  just landed here from ‘outer space.’
9. You’re sure that  everyone is scheming to drive you crazy..
10. The Nurofen Plus  box is empty and you bought it yesterday..


10. Cats’ facial expressions.
9.  The need for the same style of shoes in different colors.
8. Why  bean sprouts aren’t just weeds.
7. Fat clothes.
6. Taking a  car trip without trying to beat your best time.

5.  The difference between beige, ecru, cream, off-white, and eggshell.
4. Cutting your hair to make it grow.
3. Eyelash  curlers.

2.. The inaccuracy of every bathroom scale  ever made.

AND, the Number  One thing only women understand:



Lourensford Estate

February 8, 2010

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.


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


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

December 29, 2009

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

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

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???


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

I could have amputated my own leg at this point.

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