Ahoy There! Part One...

What a day! What a day! And what a wonderful production and performance!

This year, my employer treated some of us, employees, and our families to go watch and experience a pantomime production as a year-end function. One of many functions before the year closes, I hope.

The setting: The Mandela @ the Joburg Theatre.

The show: Robinson Crusoe and the Carribean Pirates.

It was mostly for the kiddies but the show was really fantastic, even by adult standards. The cast and crew were magnificent with their performances. Main casts included some well-known South African actors like Marc Lottering, Carlo McFarlane and Kim Engelbrecht. They sang and danced to up tempo songs and converted some modern tunes to suit the storyline. Very nicely done.

Without giving much of the storyline away, the show follows the adventures of Robin Lottalove aka Robinson Crusoe (McFarlane), son of Lolly (Lottering) and brother of Bobin (Engelbrecht). After the mayoress’ daughter, Primrose Petal (played by SA beauty Tanya van Graan), was kidnapped by the evil Beelzebub, Robin and his family set off to save her!

Special mention should be made of Marc Lottering, who was absolutely hilarious in his role as Lolly Lottalove. He simply brought the house down with his antics and dialogues. The role kinda reminded me of John Travolta’s role in the movie Hairspray. Very different  but very convincing.

The stage sets were fully amazing as they changed scene by scene….it almost felt like watching in 3D without the glasses :-)

The family’s assessment were as follows:

Hubby: Performance by all was good. He was amazed with how quick the stage changed with each scene.

Eldest: It was fine. It was okay. The singing was really, really good.

Youngest: It was nice. She became very excited when the strobe lights came down the stage and caused some sort of fireworks.

Me: Needless to say, I was mesmerized by the whole thing. I am just showing off a bit of my naivete of theatre productions. Bravo, I say!

The production will still be at the Joburg Theatre until January 2, 2011. For time and seat availability, book at Computicket.

Disclaimer: This review was written with no other special consideration received from the Joburg Theatre or any individual connected with the production. Our show tickets were solely provided for by my employer.

Weighing In: Nomad Flab

Saturdays and Sundays nowadays meant gym days for me. I have always wanted to lead a healthier lifestyle and with not enough time during the week, I have resolved going to the gym on the weekends. Not to mention the additional weight is now really affecting my conceit (self-confidence if you ask me) and so I must start doing something or go mad!

I have been seeing my personal trainer twice a week for more than 6 months now and can swear that there has been a slight change in my body built (my pants have been fitting more perfect than before). No weight changes though, which bugs me to hell because I know those fats are just hiding somewhere else (my belly) if not my thighs. What a frustration to realise that fats don’t just roll in the land of my body, they relocate.

Which brings me to one of my favourite, and most pained, topics – weight gain....or is it weight loss? Whichever way, it has been years and my ultimate goal would be to stop gaining and start losing.

I am slightly hard-headed when it comes to eating veggies and regular workouts so this has mostly been an uphill battle for me. And so I start to document my ups and downs with healthy living and bad habits.

I declare war on you, my nomad flab! Take that, you! There is no turning back now as it is cast in stone....er, blogged I mean.

Hopefully, with perseverance, I shall prevail, this time. Of course, looking good is just a fringe benefit. The real deal here would be to live healthy and feel better all round. I want this to be my choice, my life.

Feel free to share me some of your success stories and advices........or frustrations.

P.S. I must admit that I am doing this all to satisfy my vanity. I want my Jillian Michaels bod. And soon.

Super-Size Me!

I am doing today’s Mommy Moments with a little twist. Instead of showing my kids with big things, I’ve decided to let my kids be the “big things” for once. We are so used to being small that when we become the “bigger things”, we grab it with both hands…..with a lot of photos to show for it.

Whenever we visit Durban (a coastal city found on the eastern part of South Africa), we never miss the opportunity to visit Mini-Town, where everything else is much smaller than us.

Our first visit with eldest in 2002 when she was 6 years old. Here she is "outside" a replica of the City Hall:



I thought these buildings were supposed to be smaller than me!

 Our second visit with youngest in 2008 when she was 5 years old. Here she is with a replica of a British Airways plane:

Yowza! What a big plane!

These pictures kinda remind me of scenes from the animation "Monsters vs Aliens" and sci-fi "Godzilla".

This is my share! Join the rest of us at Mommy Moments!

And Now, A Thanksgiving Rap From The Sponsored....

We don’t have Thanksgiving in South Africa, but it would be nice to still be given the opportunity to give thanks, even if they are just for the small stuff, like sliced bread and peanut butter. So here I join Mama Kat et al in their celebration of Thanksgiving and rap my thanks to the first 25 "small stuff" that came to my mind this morning.

I thank:

1. the Philippines – for offering me their country as my place of birth.

2. the Chinese – for bestowing me with a culture here on Earth.

3. South Africa – for adopting me into their rainbow nation.

4. my passport – for affording me the opportunity of expedition.

5. the University of South Africa (UNISA) – for presenting me with a degree after they got tired of corresponding with me for 8 years.

6. accounting – for supplying me an A-ha! moment and when I followed the decision through, my career path appears

7. my slightly overweight physique – so I can work at it and it gives me something to do at the gym.

8. Adidas - for my sportswear and making me look more decent than I seem.

9. Reebok – for my running shoes that can withstand pain

10. the VirginActive – for providing me with the gym equipments to make myself sweat like rain.

11. the McNuggets – for giving me the option of a less-caloried meal at McDonalds when I binge.

12. the Sony Cybershot – for bringing me back to reality and creating unflattering mugshots of me (where just thinking about it makes me cringe).

13. Avon – for offering me a wide range of cosmetics to hide my imperfections, created by the Cybershot.

14. HTC – for my Wildfire and for contributing to my status of being a crazed, “always connected” social network nut.

15. Facebook, Twitter, Blogger, etc. – for giving me that sense of being well-connected and able to reach anybody in the world, even though they're not in sight

16. Sissy Boy – for my slightly loose hip hugging jeans that make me look good and feel sexy…just because it hugs my bum right!

17. Lasik surgery – for giving me back my 20/20 vision

18. Oakley – for providing my now-lasered eyes protection

19. the Honda Jazz – for taking me to work and back….and lets me travel to other obscure places in the city of Johannesburg when I get lost and try to find my way back home.

20. “Lucinda”, my Garmin GPS – for ordering me around town and confusing me with her barks of “Keep right, turn right, stay right”….etc. etc. At least she knows her way to my humble dome.

21. life experiences – for giving me depth and character and blog material. Keep 'em coming!

22. my Toshiba laptop – for the creation of every post on the blog, it is "contributing".

23. my family – for showering me with real unconditional love, which they probably don’t always just want to show. Most of the time, they probably want to hit me with it too.

24. my blog – for letting me be who I am, mostly nuts and demented and cuckoo!

25. And lastly, my blogworms – for knowing that they are in the grasp of a mad woman but continue reading my blog anyway.

And these are my thanks on Thanksgiving Day!

It was kinda difficult to rhyme all the endings. I can see now (and I'm sure it's pretty obvious) I am not much of a poet. LOL!

This post (barely) fulfils Mama Kat's Writer's Workshop prompt #3: Write a poem about the things you are thankful for.

Hot Air Ballooning - A Once In A Lifetime Experience (Old Topic Reposted)

My second travel re-post. What can I say? I'm having a trip down memory lane and wanting to re-live all my travels and experiences during the past decade.

Here's one of the few unique experience I've had as noted on Friendster....and now it's here on Blogger.
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23 September 2007 - It has always been one of the things I’ve wanted to do when I first arrived in Johannesburg so it’s no surprise that I finally made it happen when I got enough dough to actually do it. My husband and I went hot-air ballooning over the Magaliesburg area. The trip was a bit pricey at just above 2 grand a head, but it was worth it as it was really an experience of a lifetime.

We arrived at the Skeerpoort Balloon Field at 4:45am that fateful morning. We were supposed to be there only an hour later, but maybe from excitement (and leaving a bit too early from home as we thought we were gonna get lost along the way), we got there way too early.

Around 5:45am, we walked towards the path where the balloons were gonna be set up. My hubby and I actually thought there were only a few passengers and that we would be one of few who would take the ride. But we turned out to be wrong, as slowly but surely, the field filled up and in total, 5 balloons went up, carrying about 70 people.

We had tea/coffee and biscuits while they were setting up the balloons. it took almost 2 hours to set all the balloons up. We left the field just after 7am. Some of the balloons carried about 16 people in its wicker basket. The basket that we were on was the smallest out of the lot. Our basket carried 8 passengers plus the pilot and his gas tanks :-).

There is really not much to say about the experience except that it was one of a kind. The view over the area was breathtaking!!! The ride was extraordinaire!!! The trip took about an hour, travelling at about 14km/h. There is really nothing quite like floating on air and leaving your destination to the will of the blowing wind.

We had champagne after landing to celebrate our "safe" return to land. Afterwards, the tour bus gave us a ride back to the balloon field where a real English-style breakfast was awaiting us. Bill Harrop (the owner of the ballooning company) and his crew presented all of the "courageous" passengers certificates of bravery, for taking part in this unique aerial experience.

It took me a while to write this blog up, sorry. Plus not all the pictures have been uploaded (Friendster restricts me to 50 a month). I shall upload the rest of the pictures in the next few months. But for now, enjoy, and share this wonderful once-in-a-lifetime experience with us.
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For more information, please visit Bill Harrop's Original Balloon Safari.

 

Destiny Calling, Fate Beckoning (Old Topic Reposted)

Okay, so maybe this post has a little melodramatic overtone than my usual "lighter side" blogs. Pardon me, I was just feeling a bit whimsical......and most thankful.

It was one of my earlier works on my old Friendster blogsite and was first published on September 7, 2007. I have scratched out my endless ramblings and tweaked it a bit (in blue).

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I’ve learnt to believe that there is no such thing as destiny or fate or the way that some people visualize these two things. You make the choices and the consequences become your destiny or fate. Although…I still believe everything happens for a reason. It’s kind of weird because the one belief does not really support the other very well. If something is not destined for you, then what is the reason that it happens to you? I cannot fully explain this cycle, but I stand firmly between these two beliefs. There will always be things happening to you (because they happen to you for a reason), but you have that choice to turn that situation into something good or bad, great or crap.

A few years ago [(about 3 and a half years to be exact) now it is more than 6 years and counting], I was involved in a very bad car accident. I was driving home from work one afternoon and whilst making a right turn at a robot (stoplight), a taxi (mini-bus) came from the other side and hit my car on the passenger side. The taxi was trying to beat the red light and in doing so, came hurtling down from the other side of the road whilst I was already making my turn. I was hit and my car spun. I lost consciousness and only regained it when the paramedic woke me. I suffered temporary memory loss. I actually thought I had fallen asleep while driving. It was quite bad but it could have been much worse. I was not driving my usual car as it was in for repairs. I was driving my husband’s car, a bakkie (1-ton pickup) at that time and if it weren’t for the size of that car, there would have been no protection at all. The impact was hard; the bakkie was a write-off afterwards. Imagine if I had been driving my small car then, I would have smashed upside down and broken every bone in my body.

Upon waking up, I also found out that my right leg and knee were in terrible pain, “broken” according to the paramedic. My husband arrived at the scene and the paramedics transferred me to the ambulance and took me to the public hospital. Service at the public hospital was something to be desired. I was very lucky that my local GP was in the same hospital delivering a baby at that same time. He had a look at me after the delivery and advised that I needed to be seen by a specialist. I was then transferred to a private hospital.

I remember arriving at the private hospital just after midnight, thinking while waiting for the specialist to arrive, that I was lucky "I always wear clean underwear everyday, haha!" as my clothes were in tatters after they did the x-rays on my leg and back but they couldn’t really move me to take my outfit off for fear that I had injured my spine as well. Joking aside, I lay there thinking I will never walk again. It was a doom-and-gloom situation. But the specialist arrived and informed me that I just needed a major surgery to fix my broken leg and smashed knee cap. He reassured me and my husband that all will be well.

And sure enough, I stayed 5 days in hospital, was in crutches for the next two months, started physiotherapy around about the sixth week, and by the end of the fourth month, I did not look like a car accident victim anymore at all.

Nowadays, I walk fine but find it hard to bend on my knees and stand up from kneeling. But otherwise, I am 90% there.

So was this my destiny? My view is that it happened to me at a time when I needed to feel and prove that I am a stronger person than I or other people give myself credit for. So, yes, I believe it happened for a reason…but I could have chosen to go either way. There is a lot that could be said for the support that my family and friends gave me at that time. But for the most part, I think that maybe my willpower kicked in and did not allow me to just accept the situation as my fate. This was a temporary situation from which I could rise up from and I needed to rise from it if not for others, for myself.

I always look back to it and say that it was one of the most fulfilling experiences in my life as I learnt a lot about myself, and life as well.

Destiny….is the path you choose to walk when life throws you a fork.

When I Was Just A Little Girl......

When she was born, my eldest weighed 3.14kgs (6.9lbs). She was delivered via emergency C-section and I was put to sleep and so did not see her come into the world. When I woke up in the hospital room, hubby excitedly told me that we had a girl. Unfortunately I couldn't open my eyes at the time as I was exhausted and in shock. Hubby goes on to describe her and his first comments were "She's got a flat nose!"


Eldest when she was just a tiny baby "with flat nose"

 Just less than 8 years later, youngest came along. She was also delivered via C-section but this time, both hubby and I were present when she was born (Well, okay, I have to always be present else they don't get born, right?). She weighed in at 2.9kgs (6.4lbs). I lay awake while the doctors chopped and sewed me. Hubby said it felt like being in a butchery (I think I'm turning nausea green just talking about it).

Anyway, youngest was a screamer in the hospital....and was no different when she came home. She also had birthmarks on her forehead, which I am told is good luck. Can you see them in the pic?



Eldest was so excited with her new baby sister

 And so this is my post for Mommy Moments this week, where we share our kids when they were SO LITTLE.

Novice Blogging - Note #11 (Blog Worms)

No real advice today but just sharing a novel idea a friend of mine gave me recently.

My friend had been sick during the first part of the week and so missed some of my blog entries during that time. But as soon as she was well and up, she visited my blog to see what she’d missed. And by the middle of that day had caught up with everything that I had to say :-) (I probably didn’t say enough, haha).

She goes on to tell me that it was starting to feel like an addiction. Much like bookworms who love reading books and just can’t seem to get enough of them, she feels the same way about my posts. She even started calling herself a blogworm.

How about that? I’ve gained a following without even trying too hard.

It’s very easy that if you have beef, you blog and get your say in space. But to get people to read and be interested in what you write...to connect...that’s really something else.

So there it is, no more followers, no more readers....give me blogworms any day!

Garden Route Vacation (Old Topic Reposted)

I didn't want to just leave all the wonderful trips behind on my Friendster account so I have decided to re-post them here on my new blog. This is the first of (hopefully) many more re-posts on travel.

We took this trip in August 2005. Our vacation took place at the Garden Route in South Africa. Basically it is a route that is marked out at the southwestern parts of South Africa. This was also my first try on blogging in 2005 and so it looks a bit weird. Kinda like writing a letter to old friends or something. Anyway, I have tried to spruce it up a bit just so I could keep the memory of the trip.

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Hi all Hope you are all fine. Just something to keep in touch. The family recently went to Knysna for a vacation (a long-awaited and much-deserved one). We spent 4 days touring and driving around the Garden Route, seeing places and "relatives" (Uncle Monkey and Auntie Ellie...hehe).

We arrived in George on Saturday, 6 Aug and proceeded to Knysna, where we spent our afternoon riding the waterfront ferry, which took us out to The Heads. Quite nice and rough ride, but we all came back in one piece.

Next day, we went to the Knysna Elephant Park (to see our aunt Ellie) and Monkeyland (to see our uncle Monkey). Har har. Nice pics but we walked a lot. Carried youngest for a good part of the journey. Felt as if we had journeyed through the Tour de France in snickers.

On Monday, we went to Oudtshoorn to see the Cango Caves and some ostrich farm. Nice photos of the Caves but it was dark (what did I expect?). Met some bats and rocks that told me a century old tale. Hubby tried some ostrich meat and said that they were delicious (sorta like beef).



Inside the Cango Caves

 Then we went on to see an ostrich showfarm. Youngest fell asleep at this time and missed out all the fun. But eldest enjoyed this experience thoroughly and even got to sit on an ostrich (and a picture to show for it!)



Ostrich had his face covered so he doesn't realise that my eldest is actually riding on him

 The last day saw us going around in George, which by the way, is a very boring place if you're no Tiger Woods or Ernie Els. We drove around for a while and landed up at the Railway Museum. Took some more photos of old relics and locomotives. And there are even some pics of our hired car, Benz. A well featured member of our entourage and we were very sorry to give him back. Anyway, I've attached all the pics here. Don't worry, I did run out of battery and memory on my camera so there are only about +- 50 photos. Enjoy the pictures and tell me what you think. Lots of love...



Hubby is so proud of his "Benz"

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It was kind of a lame blogging attempt but hopefully I am better at it now.

A Partial Take On The Mecer

Here’s the newest addition to our home.

Our desktop computer recently packed up when the motherboard blew up. So we decided to upgrade and replace the old desktop with a new notebook – the Mecer W765THQ.

The notebook looks snazzy on the outside with its black shiny finish. However, my hubby complains that when you open the notebook up it does not look as nice and modern as it should. In a lot of ways, the interior feel is very old fashion, much like old notebooks. The mouse pad is outlined and the keyboard spacing is too far apart. I teased my hubby that when he types, he’d have to shape his fingers into a high-five to get all the letters in, haha!

But for an “ancient” notebook, it does carry some nifty features that are relevant and current. It packs a 15.6” screen, on-board webcam, microphone, DVD-RW drive and an SD card reader.

Personally, I don’t think it’s any much different from other notebooks nowadays. As long as it does the job, that’s what I always say. Plus the price was not bad at all (around just less than $500 I think) so there’s really not much reason for me to complain. Can’t be expecting a 5-star gadget if I’m trying to be cheap, right?

Anyway, here’s hoping that our newest addition will feel right at home with us.

Girls Of Many Colours

This week we touch on the subject of colours.

I think I’ve mentioned before that my youngest just adores pink! The girly girl in the family, much of her wardrobe consists of anything pink.

Pink top, pink floral skirt, pink hair band

Eldest, on the other hand, is a little more difficult to figure out. When she was younger, around the age of 6 or 7, she used to love the colour red. I think this could already have been a warning sign to me of things to come. After all, red is a hot colour, signifying both passion and violence and warfare (my teenage rebel without a cause?).

But anyway, now that she’s all grown up, red is no longer just the one colour she likes. Any colour is do-able as long as it looks good on her! (Which I must say is most of every colour).

This post was inspired by Mommy Moments.

A Sense Of Impending Doom!

At the start of the year, I decided to broaden my horizon and brush up on my management accounting skills (this is of course if I had any to begin with). I’ve been meaning to study further for several years now but never seem to have the time. And so finally, I resolved that it was this year or never. After all, what am I still waiting for?

But here’s the hitch....in just less than 2 weeks, I am writing the dreaded exam.

And here I am with a sudden case of amnesia. My brain is simply dead. Empty. Not a single word can I remember reading.

This, after going through the whole book.

And writing a 40-page summary.

Which I’ll probably never have time to go over.

‘Cause every time I try to read it, my eyes just wanna close from boredom after the first 2 pages.

I’m still trying to drone words into my skull that don’t particularly hold any meaning. Nor does it light a bulb in my head.

Time is running out indeed.

I am going to revision classes this weekend in the hopes of pumping my cranium with some much-needed information.

I don’t think it will be enough. My brain can only take so much. But I’ll try.

I feel bad because this is important to me and somehow, it just doesn’t show that much right now.

And here I am still blogging about it when all I’ve been saying is I’m running out of time. I should be studying. And drinking lots of cuppa to stay awake......

Aaargh!

This is the fault of Mama Kat’s Writer’s Workshop, prompt #4 - Something You Wish You Hadn’t Put Off Til The Last Minute.

Dolls On My Doorstep

On one of the first summer rains we had in Johannesburg just after spring, I came home to find these life-size "dolls" outside my gate. They were dropped off by a kind stranger.

Both came in uniforms, shoes, bags and hair accessories. The one doll even came with her very own cellular phone!



How cool a gift was that?

The Star Strikes A Pose

Oh-wummmmm……….

Hello, blog star! Striking a pose and asking me to take a photo again, are we?


I must meditate! Ugh! The stress of being such a blog celebrity!
Can't understand why mommy must blog about me all the time.



Austin Powers Does Halloween

And here I was talking about schedules yesterday and now I’m breaking mine. Actually, this is just a breather from the weekly writing prompts. I have been snowed in at work and so could not get my creative juices going....

I’m gonna jump on the Halloween bandwagon although this post is just a little late for the occasion.

We had recently been invited to a Halloween party. It was actually quite a rush as we got the invite on the Thursday night and the party was on Saturday. The theme was the 1970s.

My hubby, being the traditionalist that he is, was adamant that he will not be donning a costume. He was even contemplating not to go to the party altogether. After much convincing, he finally relented and we decided that we will be renting some costumes the next day.

On the other hand, I was quite excited as I’ve never dressed up for a party before. Sure, I’ve been to formal do’s before but this was quite different. Basically, I had to be in character. Plus, this was an era that I barely knew. The last time I was in the 70s, I was still in nappies. I basically had to do some research and decide what I’m going to wear (and I just love doing that. It’s almost equivalent to shopping but not really buying, lol).

I decided that morning that I was going as a babe from an Austin Powers movie. Went to a costume hire shop and finally settled on a babydoll-type disco dress and a blonde afro wig. I thought this getup might give me the Foxy Cleopatra look better. Not to mention this was the only dress that fitted me in the whole shop, haha.

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This was the look I was going for...

On the day of the party, it turned out my character was not as shag-a-delic as I thought. Very little people knew of Foxy Cleopatra. Maybe I should’ve pressed my hubby harder to play Dr Evil so then people would know we were from the Austin Powers franchise.

Further, my look sorta inspired a bit of Marilyn Monroe (minus the mole) and so I could just be dressed in the wrong era. Methink actually that I looked like a fattened up Lady Gaga but hey, as long as I’m famous, lol!

And this was how I turned out....

I had so much fun at the party. Almost felt like being body-snatched as I didn’t want to change back to the Plain Jane that I really was. I looked so “real”, I swear if I didn’t move a muscle, people thought I was a real-deal mannequin.

In the end, I was ecstatic when I won best costume! Probably scared the pants off everybody (It was after all Halloween). And so, in my best Austin Powers voice I say, “Yeah, baby, yeah!”

Novice Blogging - Note #10 (Blog Schedule)

Hello from novice land again......it’s been awhile. Today I’d like to relate more about blog contents.

I used to have a separate blog out there that had a bit of problem. My blog contents were similar to what I do now but somehow, I felt differently whilst blogging before.

Anywhoooo, I do believe that the most important thing that marked the failure of my first blog was blog frequency. There was never any schedule and routine. I used to just wait for the right moment to write and pick my brain. And although I did some great work because I was in the mood, I lacked having a future or direction or something to look forward to.

Now I make sure I plan ahead. And because of this, I have also started cultivating creativity in all sorts of places. My blog diary looks like:

Mondays are usually free-for-all writings.
Tuesdays are whatever spills out from Mondays.
Wednesdays I do the Novice Blog Notes (or I used to anyway but they still come out on this day except for the last one which was kinda special).
Thursdays are Embrace The Camera and Girls Talk days. And the more recent, Writer's Workshop. This day is always busy for me and so I think I'd have to rotate these memes from time to time.
Fridays are Mommy Moments.

So, tell me, what does your blog schedule look like?

P.S. Of course this is just guidance.

What's In A 3D Pic?

!@#$^%@^&$%^!!!!!

Dang it! Even after all these years, I still can’t see a bloody thing!

This picture is supposedly two wedding bands forming an 8. Or so, that’s what hubby says.

But for the life of me, I am just getting skew eyes and headaches.

Incidentally, when hubby was still my boyfriend many years ago, he thought to dazzle me with his ability to look at 3D pictures. Not knowing that his future wife was immune to such things, haha. It caused many a disappointing occasion as I just couldn’t get it right.

And as if chinky eyes is not enough, now it feels like my eyes have been “slanted” permanently.

I need some headache tablets.

The Coffee Master And The King Of The Castle

Around an hour after having dinner most nights, my hubby would always thirst for a cup of coffee. After failing to enlighten me on how to make him a decent cuppa (like I always say, you ask me to make you something in the kitchen, you do so at your own risk), my hubby decided to teach my eldest to become the official coffee and tea maker in the house. (We are big on titles at home because we like to be BRANDED, lol!)

She has become quite the expert with her whole coffee-making ritual. And now has decided to share her secrets with me:

First she shows me the important elements

The appropriate mixture of elements...for dad's coffee anyway

After heating the water, it is poured onto the mixture

And the final milky touch. Uber-cool service with a smile.

A starbucks treatment fit for the king of the castle!