Action VS chick flicks

Crazy, stupid, love….

Just like the movie it’s exactly how life is isn’t it?

Ragnar prefers the action and refers to everything else as a chick flick, like so many of the boys out there say.

My argument is this… Those love stories those romcoms, from The Notebook to Twilight to Dirty Dancing we all love a feel good, happily ever after movie.

Action is yes the rough, cage fighting sometimes totally ridiculous far fetched skop skit en donner, a man needs. Us girls need it too sometimes, but in reality it is all about the love. Boy meets girl, they fall in love, the mush mash between after the obvious crush the shyness and and and, until they finally realise they meant to be. Yes I get it, it doesn’t happen all the time or that vampires don’t actually exist and all that, but there are people out there who it actually has happened to, chance, fate, kindred spirits, twin flames, and yes there are ones who believe vampires and that werewolves do exist. The point is no matter what there is always a story of love and the adventure they went on to get there.

So Ragnar says action all the way, and of course I asked why.

Why action?
Why don’t you like romcoms and love?

He replies, because it’s interesting, there is always something going on and it’s an adventure. Romcoms are fairy-tales and a false sense of what actual love is.

Well that got me thinking…. Mmmmm maybe that’s the problem, ok not a problem that’s too harsh, maybe that’s the reason men will be men, why affairs happen or they constantly on the move. Life needs to be exciting like the action movies they watch, otherwise it’s dull and boring.

While us girls sit and giggle and cry over a silly love story they are rolling their eyes and completely bored by what they been forced to watch.

We been living in a fairy-tale since we first heard our fairy-tale story. When you hear my name the first thing you think of is Cinderella.

Yes maybe it seems far fetched but it brings warmth to our hearts, just when we give up or feeling down, nothing like a Romcom to make you feel better.

OK I know I’m generalizing here, because not all men and women are like this. Honestly show me a girl who doesn’t want to be swept off her feet and have her happily ever after and do not tell me men are not romantic enough to go that extra mile to sweep her off her feet and declare his undying love.

Life has changed us, our hearts have been altered and we still get brutally hurt when it comes to love. However, how can you feel the hurt of you never love? What gives us that spring in our step and ridiculous smile on our faces?

Money can buy the world but it cannot buy love or emotion. That’s why you hear of rich men or women getting screwed over by a person who they believed loved them and they undeniably loved them back, again not all but most of the time.

You can’t fight it, you can’t even match it because it will hit you from a side you never saw coming and it happens to us all.

My theory is a man would be stupid not to watch a love romcom with his girlfriend or lover or wife because while watching it she is living the moment of that movie and imaging her love in the movie with her. Lol hopefully it’s with her boyfriend or husband or whatever and not imagining someone else, but you get the point.

I guess what I’m saying is don’t know those romcom boys, love makes the world go round and honestly it’s going to make her feel all happy and fuzzy inside for you and as much as you deny it you enjoy it too.

Keep loving my sweets

I love you


A Royal wedding

The Royal Betrothal… A fairy-tale

Regardless of the annoyance, you can’t dispute the fact that everyone is talking about the Royal Wedding. So, whether you are into it or not, whether you are a romantic or not, you have heard of it. Radio, social media, news, colleague’s family, friends etc. etc… You get my drift.

The point is no matter what, no matter how cold hearted or hard hearted you are, a wedding is a wedding, love is love and a Royal Wedding is a fairy-tale.

All girls want to feel like a princess and all boys want to feel like a prince and what day is more perfect, what occasion becomes all about you, where you’re put on a pedestal aka inauguration aka your ceremony where she is dressed like a princess and he is dressed as her prince, sitting at the main table everyone, the guests’ eyes on you aka the throne, King and Queen, sitting side by side. First dance, throwing bouquet, cutting cake whatever, it is all eyes on the couple. Family and friends fussing about, from the day of engagement to the day of I do… It’s based on a fairy-tale and it works.

We all want something to believe in, we all want to fall in love and we all want to feel like Royalty so why not let the British Royal family carry on with their traditions giving us the eternal feeling of love and being in love, royal style.

Of course, I would end this by saying it should never end there because you need to be, and live, and treat each other like the Kings and Queens that you are.

So, in true Royal Blue love and in honour of my grandfather who is a Phillips who was born and bred British style keep believing in those fairy-tales…

I love you


To Mom’s out there and the spark of another tongue wagging post…

Mother’s Day…a day of celebration but also a situation that inspired an additional post.

So of course, what a blessed day to show the love and appreciation we have for our Moms. Yes, it should be everyday but come on we can all agree this one Sunday out of the year is extra special, you get to tell your mom things you never had a chance to because things get so busy, or you spoil her that little extra to show how much you love and appreciate so why not this one day. The cynics will tell you “it’s a money thing” or “it’s commercial” I say so what! Life is busy and we want to spoil our moms everyday but life just gets away from us and at least this day there is no excuse and above all they deserve it.

So, I have a mom and so blessed very much a part of my life everyday which I’m so grateful for… It’s no secret I am not only very attached to my mom and dad but also an only child so life without them is just not even considered. I moved back to JHB and one of the reasons is I want to spend my life with Ragnar with my folks, yes, they drive me nuts but they mine and I love them.

I’ve also been very lucky to have gained another mom and dad through Ragnar, his parents are just ridiculously awesome too and fell in love with them so quickly it feels like they been a part of my life forever.

So, Mother’s Day is Mother’s Day and such a beautiful day to honour our moms. I also want to say to the sons and daughters whose mommies are in heaven, well it inspires us to love and appreciate having our moms around. My heart goes out to you all.

So, this isn’t even what inspired me to write my blog tonight. Something sad, a topic close to my heart but also very apt that it came up today on Mother’s Day.

So here we go…

Suicide has reared its ugly head once again, every day we hear of another one, I guess the one I heard of recently which was a close friend of my dearest friend. His photo was one of pure joy and happiness but unless you going through it, you can never know ultimately what pushes them to that literal final breath. So, my dear friend has been very sad and of course he would be, I been trying to be the best friend I can be to check in with him, see how he is doing as a friend would do. Through the conversation wondering why someone does it is always a question our curious minds want to find out and through the convos my friend kept saying the same words over and over again… He left two children behind. I realised that this was the biggest issue he had regarding his friend’s death and rightfully so, but my issue was why did he do it. How bad were things for him to have done it and what torment was his poor soul going through at the time and for how long? And still I kept hearing about the kids and how could he do that to them… Which brings me to this blog.

So, this may set a few tongues of disapproval wagging and its ok, after all its my thoughts and feelings so it’s fair game.

Suicide is awful and been the person left behind is left with many scars and many angry thoughts, which you learn to accept and live with rather than forget and move on. Moving on is a breakthrough and a blessing. So, what bothered me was hearing how angry everyone is because this man left his kids behind, took his own life and what about the kids. For anyone to take their life is a decision so great that the thought and worry about anyone else is not even part of the equation. So, what are we living for… Our kids apparently. I don’t have kids, I wasn’t blessed to have them but that’s my own demons I live with daily. My question is what about his wife, the kid’s mom, or his parents have they not lost a husband and son. Are they not also a reason to keep living for…? That right there is the problem in this day and age. We all so close to pushing ourselves over the suicide edge but hang on each day for our kids. Whatever happened to staying alive because we love life, because of who we are and what we add to it. Yes, things are tough, life is cruel but have we really forgotten ourselves and loving ourselves and putting ourselves first in this life to make it worth living.

Too many times I have heard people are only hanging on for their kids… Really? So, that begs the question what am I living for?

Kids are beautiful and our creation and an extension of who we are, a little life we bring into this world who we love and treasure and will protect with our lives. I get it! I do and always said it’s a good thing I don’t have a child because I would over love him or her never let them out of my sight and kill anyone who hurts them.

But… What about the adults, the partner, lover, husband or wife you chose to have in your life, your parents who brought you into this world and gave you an upbringing to the best to their ability, everyone has forgotten them and it’s all about the kids now.

I’m just saying… Maybe if couples or people put each other first, like when they dated and got married and bring up their kids together as that unit that began the journey then maybe there would be less divorces or break ups or or or… The list is endless. And yes, I get that how would I know because I don’t have kids but I do know many of you going through this and the one thing that’s consistent is by putting the kids first they have forgotten about each other and to love each other; how to be a couple. I know it’s hard, I know times have changed, but has it changed so drastically that we forgot each other…

I’m just saying

Remember I love you and we are all only human.


Here a brick there a brick everywhere a brick…

Renovating renovations renovate bleh…

What a story oh my hat!

I mean don’t get me wrong change is as good as a holiday and all that but the headache of having to watch day by day is daunting. Yes I admit I’m the girl who wants to snap my fingers and poof all done, but that takes mula and a whole work force. No questions asked I admit I would be renovations-zilla lol.

The agree to disagree has popped up one too many times and living with a perfectionist doesn’t help. Add a father who actually has built houses and well, It’s better to step back and observe.

I have totally lost my mind, cried, screamed, shouted… I mean even I wanted to take a bucket of water and throw it over myself at some stage. So the decision to step back was made and to just watch.


Easier said then done, how do you not get involved in ideas or in something you don’t like. I admit being told to imagine a brick here and tile there absolutely goes right over my head, I’m all about the finished product. So watching Ragnar break down walls, build walls etc etc has been so inspirational and couldn’t be more proud that I actually live with a man who actually knows how to use his hands.
By all means great job and wow it looks fantastic but treading very lightly not to give my 2 cents or assume I know which way the shower is facing… No no no. Rather then experience heart failure and anxiety I just choose to step away.

So we into our second week and each day a brick closer to our new home. I mean it really can only end up looking fantastic and add me to the mix and inevitably will be a home…. Spogter.