Mothercity Memories

Earlier this year, we went down to Cape Town for a wedding. The groom borrowed my camera's memory card and I only got it back recently, so today I am sharing some of my favourite shots taken at the wedding.

 My extremely handsome husband-to-be. Oooh, shivers.

{Guest post} Anja talks about dogs

And now for something completely different.

Thank you Monty Python for the introduction to this post. I only find it apt that a group of comedic geniuses introduce one of the funniest people on twitter at the moment: Anja Wintour aka Anja van der Spuy; aka that crazy ..... {fill in the blank} She's hot, likes leopard print and jeans. And she's obsessed with dogs, like moi. So I let her write a post about them, because who doesn't want to read about dogs? No one. That's who.

This is her, of course you want to read on.

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All animals go to heaven

I remember watching My Dog Skip when I was a little girl and hoping that my dog would never die. It's funny, we all know that our loved ones will one day leave us, but we often forget that our pets are here for a very short period of our lives.

I went through 14 blissful years without thinking that my dog would ever die. We had a few scares - our dog was a reckless rockstar who pretty much YOLOd his way through life. He once drank a puddle of car oil. I'm not even kidding. He didn't give a shit about his health. He just wanted to have a good time and if that involved consuming flammable substances, then so be it.

His death shook me up very badly. I had known him for 14 years - that's more than half my life. It's been more than a month and I still miss him every day. He was the best childhood friend I could've asked for. Even though he wrecked 80% of my underwear as a puppy, and often did a number 2 under my bed, I loved him unconditionally.

But that's a story for another day.

I'm here to talk about my crazy stupid love for animals.

I'm a total animalholic. I can't go through a single day without Googling images of cats and pugs. I sometimes sit in my room and laugh at random animal videos instead of doing something productive like writing a blog post about how much I love animals. WUT?

                                      This Jenna Marbles video made me laugh FOREVER.

                                              WHAT ARE THIS? How genius is that?

Anyway, everybody knows that I'm a total Internet stalker. I stalk my crushes all the time - across all social media platforms. What they don't know, however, is that I'm also a pet stalker.

Yes. I stalk people's pets.

My favourite pets to stalk are:

Suzani's dog, Wolf:

Shane's cat, Tony Danza: (Who gets really high on catnip all the time)

And Chicara's chihuaha:

I know I'm going to die alone. OR I'M GOING TO DIE IN THE ARMS OF LABRADOR.
Seriously though, animals are the best thing that ever happened to this world and if you don't agree:

My one friend's mom once told us that we should always look at the way dogs respond to the guys we're into. If they bark and run away; serial killer. If they lick his hand affectionately; trouman.

This wisdom is obviously wasted on me because I'm going to marry a leopard, but I thought that I should share it with you ladies.

I love all animals (except sting rays and horses), and I can't imagine a life without them. My dog taught me how to love unconditionally, to care more about another being than yourself and how to detect a poo under your bed before it turns white.

I wouldn't trade that for anything.

Lately, I've noticed some gorgeous potted succulents at Woolworths, but I had a problem with the price. You see, they retail for R100 each, and I am a bit of a stinge, a cheapskate if you will, and I wasn't willing to pay that sort of money for something my garden is already overflowing with. So I decided to DIY it up. Gardening is something I'm really good at, so I'm sharing that for the second day of the SOML challenge.

{PS; the little plant in the pot above is colloquially referred to as Shrek's Ears. Cute eh?}

To make your own terrarium, you will need: 

- Glass vases or holders of different shapes and sizes. I got mine from Mr Price for R10 each.
- Sea sand, or silica sand as I used.
- White pebbles. You can use the marble chips that they put in the bottom of an aquarium.
- Succulents. duh.

First fill up all your glass containers with the sand. I got this bag of washed silica sand for R32 at my local nursery. If you want to add a different aspect to it, layer the sand with another colour, texture or size.

 Your next step would be to choose your succulents. Here I have a variety, including a cactus, a South African indigenous plant called Haworthia, a Sedum rubrotinctum aka 'jelly beans', hens and chicks  and something called Faucaria tuberculosa aka 'dragon.'

The last step is to plant the succulent by litteraly sticking your finger in the sand and sticking the plant in the cavity made. Or, you could hold the plant at the height you would like it, and scoop in sand until steady. Cover the silica sand with a layer of the white pebbles. Et Voila.

Sidenote: I didn't use the white pebbles, as they were crazy expensive. Instead I got a cheaper brown pebble, which I am regretting a bit, as it doesn't give as much contrast as I would like.

Two Fifty

No, my blog title isn't some cryptic message, or a time to get high like Four Twenty, but a summary of this post -  which is a summary of my life. I pretty much used what is on my About Me page, because it is round about 250 words. This is me.

{PS: I know I'm a day late with the challenge}

 {to find out more about this pic, you'll have to read le blog next week}

Megan here. I was born and raised in Pretoria, South Africa, studied BA Communications at Potchefstroom and after completing my studies, moved to Johannesburg, where I work as a journalist (for a technical magazine) and found the love of my life, which I am marrying on October 12.

My surname is Wait, which a lot of people find the most amusing and amazing thing (like the other day when a Pick 'n Pay cashier started laughing robustly after reading my name from my cheque card.) To me, it's just another surname. Hence the name WaitingforMeg. It's a play on my name see.

I have been in Johannesburg for a couple of years now, and even though in my school and varsity years I swore to never live in this city, I fell in love in, and with, this place over the past two years. I don't think that I would move to any other city in South Africa, unless the love has to move someday, as a result of work. I am currently also figuring out what a girl is supposed to do in this life.

I would love to move overseas for two years and just experience another country. I would also love to own exotic animals, such as a pot-belly pig, a snake, a bearded dragon and a cow. Cows are exotic.

My likes are Thursday night quizzes at local pubs with my friends; any sort of water mass in the city, ie Emmarentia dam and Gillooly's farm; dogs, any type of dog except things that you can step on by mistake because they are so small and dogs who shake all the time (like those timid little Doberman pincher minis); candyfloss fragranced perfume; coffee; Top Gear - the Tv Show (I have the world's only crush on James May); popcorn; pizza; greek salad; swimming and waking up every day.

I can't do maths.

linking up here.