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Movember. The “C” word. And the tash that YOU and ME are donating to.

22 Nov

Movember has literally taken the world by storm and if you don’t know what I’m talking about best you get with the times, puh-lease. Everyone knows about it, but if you don’t I’ll be kind enough to bring you on the inside of the “cool” people’s loop because I am such a nice person.

Movember is the month of November, obviously, where millions of guys from every corner of the earth start the month off with a clean shave and spend the rest of the month growing their moustaches – growing, molding, pruning and obsessing. They literally obsess! I love the creativity, care and passion they have that goes along with it. This is all in an effort to raise funds for men’s health, mainly prostate cancer, by registering on the Movember site:

It is here where people are able to donate some cash to their amazing tash growing efforts and therefore show their support towards cancer – with a focus on men’s health. There is loads of information here too. I am a big fan of Movember – and ladies you should all encourage your men to get their tash on instead of bleating about it like a little princess because it’s going to tickle, um, your face – and rather support them. It’s for a good cause.

Now, most close to me will know how much I hate the “C” word – no, not that word gutter brain! Yes, the Cancer word – prostate cancer in particular. I knew a guy that was the picture of health – a normal oke (well he was way WAY more awesome than everyone) a surfer, rugby player, cyclist, a Navy diver, best braai master, brilliant Quantity Surveyor and businessman, amazing husband, the kindest and most patient man on planet earth – I could carry on forever here. Granted he loved a beer at the end of the day (and Gawd damn, as an ex-drinking captain of his uni team, he knew how to sink a brewski) and maybe a little too much butter on his roast potatoes – but in general he was an all round healthy man. He was also the BEST Dad in the world, my Dad, and he lost the long hard battle that he put up to prostate cancer just over a year ago, so you can understand my support for Movember, obviously. What my point here is that you guys should get yourselves checked out. You may think it’ll never be you – you’re young, normal, healthy and a most importantly a big tough MAN, just like my Pops was. But be responsible mkay gents! Just go on and get checked every year. Not anal! Annual. End of the day –  it could and will save your life. I’m not going to bleat on about this anymore. You go on and look after your own health. DO IT. 

So I’ve chosen my favourite tash for this year’s Movember, by slight default, which I have donated to and would love everyone feeling the vibe to donate to too – no pressure or anything – just best you do it! I only associate myself with the most awesome of people and I promise that this is the best tash out there. Even a couple of bucks is perfect and would be hugely appreciated. You don’t want to be that person sitting on the side line like a muppet – so get involved!

This is a really fine effort by one Mister Chris Lambley.

I think he deserves loads of support for his amazing tash, and by support I mean money people! Here’s the link to his MoSpace where you can donate. It’s super simple and takes about 2 minutes, I pinky promise, I’ve done it. Just do it peaches! We’ll get a pic up of the final tash and how much he raised for this very important cause. Well done Christopher!

I love Movember and all the hype that goes along with it but let’s just remember what it’s for. Tashes and donations are cool. Prostate Cancer is not.

Get checked!

Miss M x


Sweets, get me a beer from the fridge…

5 Jun

Saturday and Sunday, in a man’s world, are very much dedicated to sport. And in actual fact, any sport will do – rugby, footie, golf, even darts for God’s sake if that’s the only thing that’s on. I do love watching sport, especially if the Springboks are out to be smashing the Ozzies – YES, bring on the World Cup already!

So in talking about sport what do 2 people do that come from different countries, say South Africa and Scotland, hypothetically speaking – but love watching sport and backing their beloved countries!? I would be highly upset if my man was backing on Australia, even if they were playing the All Blacks. Just not going to happen. Ever.

So here’s Miss M’s “how to” guide using the 2 countries above as examples:

When countries play:

  1. If South Africa is playing – he supports South Africa.
  2. If Scotland is playing – I support Scotland.
  3. If South Africa and Scotland are up against each other (the countries not the people gutter brain)– each to his own. But no name calling, nastiness and slating each other’s countries – just good sportsmanship. You will also bet, obviously for your own country, but this will make it fun. Especially for whatever you’re betting on. Enough said.

The above rules apply to say Super 15 too, even though Scotland does not play.

  1. If a South African team is playing they will be supported.
  2. If South Africa is not playing, no Ozzie team will ever be supported. So simply pick a Kiwi  team as the 2nd favourite.

Pretty easy no?

When teams play:

  1. Pick a team together – like for footie for example. 10 to 1 the chica is just going to go with whatever his team is here, especially if she is from South Africa. If you are in fact a footie supporter and you have team as I’m sure most ladies from Europe and the UK have then please replace your teams with countries as above and follow the guidelines accordingly.

When it comes to watching sport – let him watch. Don’t be a nag. If it’s not something you interested in go out for lunch with the girls, get a manicure and pedicure, shop, beach, driving range, chill at home and write random crap for your blog – do whatever. Just don’t nag. BUT:

  1. The sport has to be live. Unless it’s a major game that has been prerecorded because of the time differences that exist in the world and that you both simply cannot miss. This is a bit of a grey area, but use your discretion here please. We’re all adults. Some maybe not, but you get what I’m saying.
  2. He will have to record a chick flick and watch it with you after sport is done. Or, do something you want to do.
  3. If your team / country or his team / country are playing you watch. Not because you have to but because you should want to.
  4. You are not there to fetch beer from the fridge. Get a life boet.

I think it’s pretty simple peaches. No one likes complicated. So happy sportings!

And just for the record, South Africa is SO in it to win the Rugby World Cup. Just saying.

Miss M x

When “I” becomes “We”

2 Feb

Last night I was watching one of my favourite Sex and the City episodes and Miranda, in a truly frustrated Miranda way, says, “When women get married they forget who they are. I becomes we. We loved the movie. We hate the restaurant. We, we, we, we…” I have loads of married friends who this is most certainly not true for, they’re fun and fabulous. And yes, I totally understand that when people are in luuurrvve and get married or even just in a relationship, obviously, they become a unit, in more ways than one. What got me thinking is:

Where do you draw the line?

Christmas cards – tick, Facebook profile – fail! It’s a fine line – be careful not to cross it! I nearly fell off my chair backwards when I saw a combined Facebook profile (eg: Barbie and Ben Dover) Come on!? Perhaps I’m just being cynical and all the married peeps out there are thinking to themselves – is this girl outside of her mind, she just doesn’t get it! But do they get it, do they share a brain too!?

Don’t get me wrong here, I am a hopeless romantic. I absolutely love chick flicks (like in Jerry McGuire, when she says – “you had me at helloaaah bless), I love love for that matter and love being in love (yes, contrary to popular belief I have been in love, or should I say, we were in love) and I do think that if you don’t have love in this world, what do you have right? It makes the world go round, spin off its axis in some cases.

I guess it’s just a case of not losing your own fabulous identity – what makes you, you. I’m still slightly confused over this, and I just hope that one day when I’m all grown up and get married, en shallah, that I’ll find a balance between the “I” and “we” perching happily with one foot firmly on the “we” side of the line and one foot practically cemented into the ground on the “I” side.

Enough of this DMC. It’s been emotional peach.

Miss M x