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Random Acts of Kindness 5 Hints and Tips

Random Acts of Kindness: 5 Ideas and Hints

Sayings that I try live my life by:

Be the change you want to see in the world. Be kind always.

I was nominated by Carly who blogs over at Mom Of Two Little Girls to do a Random Act of Kindness. Don't worry, I don’t just stalk her, she does know who I am. Promise!

Upon receiving my nomination, I went through the different emotions of me:

  • Elation and Excitement (it's the same but I was that happy)
  • Amazement (I was picked)
  • Doubt and questioning (mmmh was this her Random Act of Kindness ... why me?)
  • Over-analysing (what will I do?)
  • Procrastination.

 Yes, it is exhausting being me.

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I Have Failed My Child: Grade One Might Break Me!

We are only in February and I am already experiencing huge anxiety because I feel like I have failed my child, and I think grade one is going to break me. My anxiety about this is making me a bit of a hot mess, as in sweaty.

Grade One and homework, who would have thought that you would cause me more anxiety than Jacob Zuma?

Grade One was so different when I started school, now the pressure is on. Everyone warned me. I thought I was prepared. It turns out, I wasn't. Nothing can possibly prepare you for Grade One.

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domestos germs

A special shout out to Domestos in helping my marriage vows and their germ busting abilities

Something you may or may not know about me. I had surgery in my abdomen which has resulted in me spending A LOT of time on the loo.

Depending where you are in life the topic of poop is a yay or nay when chatting with friends. If you have children a whole afternoon could be spent discussing poop. Nothing is off limits to moms when discussing their children's poop; the smell, texture and of course the colour.

However, the poop conversation becomes more of a taboo subject between young lovers because nobody poops and that could spoil the image you have of your hunky or sexy partner.

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raw kale

The Great Kale Experiment

Why Kale? I love cooking and trying new foods, sometimes to the detriment of my family and friends. I think my palette is different and it does not like to be bored. My palette is its own entity controlled by weird and wonderful tastes and emotions. One could say my palette is an acquired taste. I have decided that, besides my fascination with all things trending in food, my palette is making me a bit of a foodie outcast.

On advice I am going to start with the basics again instead of going straight to making kimchi. Firstly, because not a lot is known about this superfood and then to top it off I do not have many taste testers knocking down my door. So maybe I need to start with more basic South African ingredients and experience that first. I do find myself drawing the line at “walkie talkies” I know what they are but have no desire to cross that road.

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How To Survive Winter On The Side Of A Sports Field

Today I had the honour of speaking to a “seasoned’’ sports mom. All the men in her life (husband included) play sport while she freezes her butt off on the sideline. How does one make this just a little bit more bearable?

I had to ask her.

Is it possible, and if so how do you survive winter on the side of a sports field?
Fear not moms, supportive girlfriends, fiancé’s, wives and even husbands and dads. I am here to help you! It’s not very complicated and I do like to help. How can I, a mere newbie to the “supportive” scene help?

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Tonic & Tiaras

Reunions, Memories, Traditions, and more Reunions

My mom started a tradition with my brother and me. What's this got to do with reunions? Bear with me.  When we hit a big milestone like birthdays or when we look at my kids (in that ah you’re so sweet quietly picking your nose over there way) we play a special “where were you at my age mom” game?

Reunions or Traditions

It’s a lovely game to get a piece of my mom’s life and I think I value it more so. I have a 5-year-old and a 3-year-old. At the same age, my mom had an 18-year-old and a 12-year-old. So different, here I am starting school life with Miss K and my mom’s oldest child (that’s me) was leaving on a jet plane to the USA. I challenge you to ask someone older and who you are close with where they were in life at your current age?

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Getting older. Why I don’t like celebrating my birthday1

When it comes to celebrating getting older, I try not to tempt the Birthday Gods. wCelebrating the day that I was dropped by the stork into my loving moms arms. That’s my story and I’m sticking to it; I have a 2.9-year-old and a 5.2-year-old.

Oh how every year these Birthday Gods find me and put me to some sort of test. Whilst this may sound dramatic please bear in mind that this is my birthday after all and I can whine and cry if I want to and I am closer to 40 than I have ever wanted to be.

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