Boys and their toys.

Jake’s theme this week is “Toys.” My kids are all grown up, and their toys are of the super expensive kind. My son has graduated from Matchbox cars, which he used to buy with his pocket-money, to the far more expensive and larger than life-size Mercedes GL SUV. He needs the space for three small children and all their paraphernalia. I’m so glad I don’t have to provide the pocket money to run it. πŸ™‚

My grandkids have what seems to me, mountains of toys and stuff. These days are a far cry from the ‘olden days’ when we used to make our own ‘toys’ and games out of cardboard, paper, pebbles, twigs and suchlike. Anyway, I’m sure there is no going back to those days, so we just move forward into an ever more consumer orientated way of life for our children.

I have no toys as such to show you, but when we were out a couple of days ago, we pulled up alongside a ‘Monster Truck’, which was obviously this dude’s pride and joy. These things just crack me up. πŸ™‚

Last time we were over in the US, hubby saw a couple of these side by side at the traffic lights, on the same stretch of road. The driver of the one alongside him, leaned out of the window and bobbing his head up and down, made a big thing of showing everyone his super cool shades, which were just like this. πŸ™‚

I do apologise if any of you bloggers, your partners, or your spouses, drive one of these monster trucks, whilst wearing beer bottle sunglasses. I hope I haven’t offended you. πŸ™‚

Thanks, Jake for always coming up with an interesting theme.

Happy Birthday celebrations for my great-nephew.

Today was my great-nephew’s 13th birthday, and we went for a celebratory lunch at my sister’s house. The Birthday Boy was all smiles as he came to greet us, and I’m not surprised. Most people had given him money instead of a present, and he had quite a decent nest egg already. He’s saving up for some fancy cricket gear. I persuaded him to pose with me in his new cool shades, and with his wallet full of notes.

Although it’s mid winter here, the children were in and out of the pool. Their soccer ball kept landing in the water, so they just jumped in to retrieve it, and had a whale of a time.

The men were all busy cooking the meat on the braai, and jolly good it smelt too. For those of you who aren’t familiar with the word ‘braai’ it literally means, “burnt flesh, or roasted meat.”

It was such a happy time, with seventeen of us, ages ranging from three to eighty-seven years. I love these family get-togethers; such special times. Eventually the food was ready, and we all tucked in as though we hadn’t eaten for a week. There’s just something so tasty about meat done over the coals.

My contributions was the dessert, which was my famous chocolate pie which always goes down a treat, plus extra whipped cream and strawberry and chocolate chip meringues.

One of my sister’s friends asked me what was in the pie. My reply was, “You really don’t want to know.” Anyway, after she’d eaten a good sized portion, she asked me again, and as the damage was already done, I told her, ” A packet of chocolate cream biscuits, butter, milk, cream, three bars of chocolate, a whole packet of marshmallows, and two Cadbury’s Flakes.” There was hardly a morsel left, but hubby scraped the dish. Better go to waist than to waste, I always say. πŸ˜‰

My sister had made him a grenadilla birthday pudding, which looked really delicious. So as you may gather, no-one went hungry. πŸ˜‰

Whilst we were waiting for lunch to be ready, I was getting some pics for Ailsa’s travel theme this week, which is “Art.” My sister is an artist, so I thought I could show you some of her work, but that will have to wait until tomorrow, because now it’s time for bed here. Hope you’ve all had as splendid a weekend as I have.