There was a time when I proudly held the title of sleep guru. I would go to bed early-ish and wake up with just enough time before devotions to wash my face and grab a cup of coffee. I would sleep long hours on the weekend, and whenever else I had no work to do.

Not so now.

Now, I get up at 5:30am… on purpose! I still don’t know what’s wrong with me.

For some people it may be no big deal, but for me… sleep was all that I held dear. It was one of my one true loves, and I abandoned it. Even on my day off, I rarely sleep past 9. I am getting a lot more done these days. I would venture to say that I have progressed (in art, knowledge, pnp/prayer faithfulness, etc.) more in the last 3 months than in the previous year before it. But that’s just an estimation.

I do this without daily coffee. I’m also quite proud of myself, in case you couldn’t tell. I suppose it’s akin to someone boasting that they can now bench 300lbs? Now I’m going to go read some Word on humility. Tata.

On this day, I would like to bring to your attention two amazing mothers.

The first is my very own. I am of the firm opinion that she is the best mother in the world, and I will never be persuaded otherwise. She’s the mum that has the answers to any question. She’s the mum that knows the cure to any illness, flu, etc. She is, in one word, FANTASTIC! I love you, Mummy.

There is another that I feel deserves recognition: the mother of the darling children I am honoured to teach and care for. She has raised 10 well-behaved, intelligent children and still carries bountiful grace and amazing beauty. I am most blessed to work closely with her. And yet, she is also one of the most appreciative mothers I have ever worked with. This morning, on mother’s day when she should be receiving gifts, she gave me a small gift with a note expressing her appreciation. It should be the other way around. I couldn’t ask for a better woman to work and live with.

And lastly, to all the mothers out there. I have had a small taste of what it is like to be a mom through caring for other’s children, and you are amazing. I know that many people don’t realize what it takes, and yet you do it with such grace and love. I admire you.

Life should NOT be a journey to the grave with the intention of arriving safely in an attractive and well preserved body, but rather to skid in sideways, chocolate in one hand, wine in the other, body thoroughly used up, totally worn out and screaming ‘WOO HOO what a ride!’

A random post for all the things I feel like saying but aren’t important enough for their own post.

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Stud* told me that I write in a very noncommittal way on this here baby of mine. I was comparing myself (oh no, not that) to some other blogs which are very open and personal. I don’t believe I entirely fall into that category. What are the pros and cons? I suppose it’s a matter of personal preference. (*Name changed for security)

But the way I blog is reflective of my character in a way. I am the same way about my face-to-face life. On the one hand, I’m an “open book” - or so my homies tell me. Yet, it’s all in a very noncommittal way; as if I am talking about someone else. It’s all facts and figures, not feelings.

This has no relevance to anything whatsoever. Praise God.

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Someone told me that a girl with a shaved head was among their…ahem, fantasies. Weird and funny. If I wasn’t a missionary, I would keep it for a good while…sigh. Not because he said that.
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I’m really on a roll with pantry objects. Eheh. There are hundreds of things that I could still do to this, but I decided that an onion was just not worth the time, as exciting an object as it is. 

My boy turns 4!

The following photos courtesy of Tina.

Some people who have dabbled in a lot of crap, such as drugs, witchcraft, etc. often give off the impression that they are superior or more mature than other more “innocent” people who haven’t done those things.

It bothers me.

Just because you were not strong enough to resist temptation and therefore experienced more of life’s raw end does not make you better than those who were strong enough. It’s the consequences of your bad choices.

This post is in no way comprehensive. I don’t like to make blanket statements if I can help it and I’m certainly not speaking about all of those who have experienced a myriad of the above. There are those who have gone through much, and it does indeed makes them stronger. But because they are stronger, they don’t treat the rest of the world as inferior. I like them.

And thats All I Have to Say.

I’m sitting here trying to think of what to say about the most important person in my life. Words fail me because I don’t know where to begin.There is so much to say.

She is the perfect mother. She’s the kind that you can go to for any problem and she always has the solution. She’s understanding, unconditionally loving, accepting, and giving. Even though I didn’t live with her for much of my life, she still had great influence. I wanted to grow up to make her proud.

Mommy, I hope that this coming year brings many wonderful things for you. I also hope that I can see you again soon. I miss you.

(I hope you have gotten these by now, but if not, they should be in your mailbox soon.)

• I feel very out-of-the-loop concerning my family:(. I know most of you read this blog, and since Tash and Michael “avidly read” it, this is my official request for a letter or something. No excuses now.
• Taking meeting notes is tedious. Taking Offensive meeting notes is even more so. Taking meeting notes three nights in a row every week is positively murderous.
• I really like the word “smolder.” Don’t ask me why.
• I’ve discovered an infatuation with my skull; I just can’t keep my hands off it. Also, icy hands feel utterly amazing. Ya’ll should shave your head just so you can experience the pure bliss. My hair grows fast.
• I missed my sister’s birthday because we had no internet or phone at the time…someone stole our phone lines. This is way belated, but Happy Birthday Christine!
• Winter is coming, and with it great misery.
• I’ve gained 7kg since coming here. I now weigh more than I ever have in my life. I’m proud of that.
• I completed my very first digital painting; months ago actually. It sucks. But, practice makes perfect. At least, that’s what they say. Tada!

I wasn’t going to post an explanation on the “Eat This” series. Because, quite frankly, I couldn’t say I gave a damn what everyone so far as said with the exception of my immediate family. However, I’ve changed my mind for you mum.

So…

None of this was impulsive, it was all carefully planned. Earlier this year I jotted down a bucket list. Shaving my head was among them, so I figured why not? No time like the present.The various styles before skin were just for fun, because obviously I am not going to do this again. It was a good time to experiment.

I have to say though, it’s not as bad as I was expecting it to be. In fact, I think the mohawk was great fun and my head is damn sexy. So there!

The latest decor gracing my room. Much better than the typical flowers because they do not wilt quite so quickly.

I was putting this darling to bed the other night, when he says.

“Sonia, I’m twitterpated with you and Auntie J. and all the girls in this home.”
“Hmm,” I reply, not sure exactly what to say. “What does twitterpated mean?”
“It means that you are in love. It’s in Bambie.”

Ahh, my little Taurean charmer.

Try this for brave Isy.

Check out my scar.

No, it has nothing to do with the picture, it’s just a song stuck in my stupid head.