An Open Letter to Melissa Bachman

Originally posted on Ben Trovato – The Whipping Boy:

Dearest Melissa,

I just wanted to say how much I love that photo of you posing next to the lion you killed in South Africa.

The picture has gone around the world and everyone thinks you are absolutely wonderful. Well, apart from those who think you are a coldhearted filthpig who uses a gun to deal with issues of low self-esteem and other unresolved childhood pathologies.

I think you are great. I wish you were my wife. My dream would be to travel the world, just you and I, with matching His and Hers .357 Benjamin Rogues, shooting animals in the face just for the hell of it.

I can’t believe the size of your telescopic sights. This is not a euphemism. That thing mounted on your gun is huge. I’m surprised you even had to leave America. It would have been cheaper to just get on a stepladder out…

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Thursday Lingering Look at Windows: the fish tank wall

I always stare at this guy’s house every time I drive past it. It is a house in Johannesburg and the reflection on the windows are beautiful. I love glass!

I digress a little because the reason for my staring is that he has one of the coolest walls ever! A fish tank is embedded inside the wall, on the bottom right hand corner in the photo. The wall of the fish tank is a window to the fish isn’t it? :D

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Weekly Photo Challenge: The Hue of You

Lilies are one of my favourite flowers and I enjoy growing them in my garden. There is something spectacular about its creamy white colours and almost velvety texture.

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But I love colour, especially pink. I wanted to do somewhat of a mini science experiment with my 5 year old to teach her how water travels up a flower. We picked 3 lilies and left them in a warm glass of water tinted separately with pink, blue and purple. The next morning the lilies were tickled pink! And blue… although the purple came out blue

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Daily Prompt: a GLAM fright

This is one of my favourite frightening stories that happened to my dad when I was younger. When I was 12, we had an English Pointer, named Sable. These dogs are known for hunting and every time they discern prey, they stop dead still with their one paw up and their tail straight as a stick. I hated it when my dad would go hunting, I would always cry when he brought back the poor dead buck. But Sable was so loving with us children, super intelligent, loved to hunt and was a real loss to the family when he passed away.

He went everywhere with my dad and they often went to the farm on weekends together for their latest adventure!
One particular day, my dad was canoeing down the river and Sable was swimming right next to the canoe, as was his favourite thing.
They reached their destination and left the canoe on the side of the river and proceeded to walk through the bushveld.

After a few minutes, Sable stopped dead in his tracks and assumed his hunting position. My dad looked around and saw nothing. He urged Sable to continue walking. 
After a few more seconds Sable stopped again, whimpering, and his tail was pointing very stiffly alerting my dad to danger. Again my father looked around and in the long grass but could not see anything. Thinking Sable was overreacting to a large rat or lizard somewhere in the grass, he urged him to carry on walking.

When Sable stopped for a third time, my dad grew worried and asked him what was bothering him and tried assuring him it was okay.

Sable was looking up.

My dad followed his persistent stare.

His eyes led him up to the large tree in front of him.

From the top of the tree, looking down on both my dad and Sable was a large leopard.

Sable stood dead still, waiting for instruction from his master to pursue the kitty cat in the tree, while the colour drained from my dad’s face. They backed off very slowly and got back into the canoe as fast and silently as they could!
Most glam way of getting frightened for sure! :)

Mongolian Braai

South Africans are addicted to braais. Braai is our Afrikaans word for BBQ/grill. The difference is we don’t use gas, but either wood, charcoal or briquettes, unless it’s a…

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Mongolian braai! Have you ever had one? We joined in on the fun at my husband’s colleague’s 50th birthday over the weekend.

Basically, you cook your own food. As if you want to go to a party and cook your own food! But it’s loads of fun! The host will tell you beforehand what to bring, like the chicken, beef etc. Everything is laid out on the table and you fill your bowl with what you like and head off to the skottel braai and cook your food!
We had a range of beef, chicken, pork, calamari and a load of sides like chopped pineapple, mushrooms, spring onions, leeks, rice, noodles, bean sprouts, shredded cabbage and lettuce etc, with a range of sauces. Forgive the bad quality photos, I took them with my phone

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Try one for yourself – you’ll have a blast!