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Playing Catch Up with the Lotters My Life 19 JUN 2012

I’ve been pretty quiet in terms of the personal stuff this last little while on the blog, but that’s only because up until now, pretty much the entire Gordon’s Bay branch of the Lotter family has been struck down by colds and various infections, with the three of us only now kind of pulling out of it.

So what has been going on in the lives of the Lotters you ask?

Well, Chantelle was pretty pleased to discover the opening of two of her favourites shops inside Somerset Mall, namely Limnos Bakers and Melissa’s The Food Shop (we of course taste tested at the former. I assume the latter will be tested shortly once our sense of taste returns). I on the other hand was once again almighty pleased with the level of service I received from Hyundai Helderberg on taking my car in for its 60 000 km service.

In between all the Euro 2012 (doing so so in the SuperBru standings) and DVD evenings I’ve been partaking in as of late, I also ran another Willowbridge Food Market in conjunction with my Mom-in-law, which unfortunately didn’t do all that well thanks to the crappy weather, but which did at least open the door to maybe start supplying the wonderful Cafe Magnifico bistro and coffee shop situated in Willowbridge – so far we have delivered two loads of Red Velvet cupcakes to them, garnering great approval in each case, so here is to holding thumbs that this takes on a more permanent relationship going forward!

This past weekend was our official weekend off for the month, but unfortunately both of us took a proper turn for the worse in terms of health, with me even abandoning work on Friday to rather come home and collapse in bed in an attempt to deal with the ravaging effects of the debilitating man-flu. Nevertheless, we did make the trip through to Bellville on Saturday, first to drop off the cupcake order for Cafe Magnifico, then for some shopping and Father’s Day gift deliveries, followed by a late afternoon get together with the friends at Ryan’s pad, for a quick round of Scattergories and of course the Springboks versus England rugby clash! (We even squeezed in some FIFA on the XBOX gaming after the ladies had all left, but I didn’t hang around for too long, my threatening to explode head getting the better of me far quicker than what I thought it would!)

Our general grottiness lead to us cancelling our planned trip to either the Two Oceans Aquarium or Butterfly World on Sunday (not surprising when you consider I slept on the couch in the lounge in order to escape Chantelle’s buffalo stampede-like congested snoring), opting to rather spend the day in the comfort of the Montgomery Pad, enjoying a quiet lunch with the family before finally gathering the strength to scramble everything back in the car and make it back to Gordon’s Bay before dark – which isn’t easy taking into account just how quickly it gets dark these days!

And no, neither Chantelle nor I had the strength to go into work yesterday either. Sigh, at least Jessica seems a whole lot better now…

Stork Party Weekend My Life 29 AUG 2011

Better late than never. Had an enjoyable weekend with friends the weekend before last (yes, yes, I know that I still have to do the write up regarding the Pinnacle Point weekend which happened the week before that!), starting on Friday and going through all the way to Sunday.

It kicked off on Friday night when I joined Chantelle and Jessica over at the guest house after work, waiting on the arrival of Malcolm and a heavily pregnant Andri who had managed to pull the parents in for a shot of babysitting and were coming through for a relaxing getaway night at Gordon’s Beach Lodge. (Unfortunately circumstances prevented Michelle and Gary from joining us, but oh well, next time then I guess).

Although Al Forno’s was our first pick for our evening’s eating out adventure (Jessica was fast asleep back at GBL, with Eba on “babywatch” duty), it was packed to the rafters when we eventually showed our faces, and so we fell back on Plan B, namely retracing our steps and hitting The Tavern instead. As luck would have it, they had a table open (with a great view of the tight rugby game between Western Province and the Lions for Malcolm and myself. As luck would have it, the evening was made even sweeter thanks to a WP win!).

The three of them ordered the Tavern’s famous calamari (which by all accounts was absolutely delicious), while I tucked into a great tasting burge -, though I must point out that the accompanying chips were quite a let down, being completely overdone and crispy to the point of being unpleasant. However, conversation was great (loved the “Arum’s reaction to Corban in a Batman suit” video clip!) and in the end it was a thoroughly enjoyable evening out.

Skip to Saturday and Malcolm and Andri enjoyed a good sleep-in as Chantelle saw to her other guests for breakfast first, while I entertained Jessica who decided to take a catnap on my lap in front of the television in the upstairs room (we decided to also sleep over at the guest house in the end, basically as to not disturb Jessica on our late return). What followed that though was of course a scrumptious breakfast courtesy of my wife, with the usual delectable GBL spread to choose from for the rest of us, followed up with a fluffy big omelette as a main for me. (What the others enjoyed, now escapes me!)

Anyway, eventually our two guests had to take the leave and return to the real world, while I set about taking Jessica back home with me where we proceeded to spend the little afternoon time we had left shopping for the evening’s events, shifting around cement slabs (for later work) and of course drinking plenty of formula milk (for Jessie, not me).

Come late afternoon and it was back off to Gordon’s Beach Lodge, where the other pack of friends started dribbling in, on what turned out to be a most beautiful day mind you, including the likes of Damen and Michelle, Karl-Heinz and Trish, Ryan, Evan and Natasha, and two of their mates, Wikus and Aruzell. The big Springboks versus All Blacks game was on for the boys (the girls did something else, or at least I assume they did), and for a change we actually won it. In the meantime I had gotten around to starting the fire, and what followed was a fantastic evening of chatter and braai, rounded off with some great chocolate pudding courtesy of Ryan. And of course, what evening (with that lot) would be complete without some competitive rounds of Scattergories and 30 Seconds (sorry Wikus and Aruzell), taking us rather deep into the night! (And also sorry for not getting around to trying out your card shuffling machine Ryan, nor your Poker set Evan)

With the friends all occupying the available rooms in the guest house, we too decided to spend the night seeing as it would have been cruel to wake Jessie up so late to transfer her back home, though that said, in the end I did have to make an after midnight emergency trip home for some medicine, seeing as Jessica was not enjoying a particularly pleasant night.

I did eventually get some sleep time in case you’re wondering.

Sunday morning of course was when it all came together, when the months and months of carefully laid plans finally bore fruit, as Chantelle successfully executed the “Surprise Stork Party for Natasha” plan, catching Natasha complete unawares and overwhelming her with all the lovingly made food and cake, and more importantly, the big pile of presents!

And although the guys were stuck in the same dining room as the girls on this wet and overcast morning, there were more than enough eats and helium balloons to keep everyone happy (Evan on helium = hilarious. Chantelle, not so much. She laughs to much). Dean, Zania and Zandea had also joined us for the celebrations, and in the end it was a fantastic morning of fun that we can only hope Natasha thoroughly appreciated and enjoyed!

Eventually everyone said their goodbyes and parted ways, leaving an exhausted Chantelle and Jessica to capture a much needed afternoon nap, while Daddy started the unenviable job of trying to get all of the weekend’s luggage piled up into a single Getz and then unpack it once he got back to the other side. Of course, by then it was Sunday evening already, leaving only enough time for Idols, baby bedtime routine, toasted sarmies, a surprise present of Melrose cheese spread from Chantelle, and some leftover cake. (Did I mention just how yummy all of Chantelle’s various cakes and eats turned out?)

Anyway, so yup, all in all a pretty damn good weekend! :)

(P.S. To see more photos from the Stork Party event, check out the gallery here, or maybe even Michelle’s Facebook photo set if you’re friends with her.)

Black Bean Braai My Life 11 MAY 2011

And on April the 30th, 2011, the long awaited braai opportunity at Mr. Brown’s house finally came to pass, after waiting for what seems like millennium since the last time we braaied at his family’s home.

Originally slated to be an American Barbecue in honour of the arrival of his American girl, that situation fell unfortunately through, but thanks to the incessant needling and noting that the date is already booked in our respective calendars, we eventually persuaded Mr. Brown to go ahead with a bring and braai evening – even if it is now too late in the season for Karl to take a dip in their mythical pool – which may or may not exist.

Seeing as Chantelle was on duty for that weekend, I abandoned Jessica to her mommy at work and made the trek through to Bellville, where I met the welcoming site of Ryan, Trish, Karl, Evan and Natasha, all camped out in Terrance’s backyard as he busied himself around the fire and charcoal.

After the obligatory tour through his dad’s gorgeously set up and maintained garden, it was time to chatter, covering all the inane topics we could think up of, including the big bombshell for the night that Mr. Brown seems to have been accepted into the Japanese JET programme, meaning that come end of July, he will be sitting pretty and teaching English in Japan!

(Man, I’m jealous. Really, really jealous!)

While the rest of us provided the standard assortment of meat, you know chops, steak and boerewors (thanks wifey for the meat supply packed in!), health nut Mr. Brown had to of course come to the party with something completely different and alien to the rest of us – vegan black bean patties, which to be quite fair looked like balls of animal poo – which proved to be even more convincing one they were placed on the coals, turning into steaming turd patties.

However, undeterred by our ribbing, Mr. Brown successfully cooked his black bean patties and purportedly enjoyed his burgers, though I’m not sure it this was simply because literally all eyes were on him as he took the first bite! :)

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