Hi guys.

Welcome to the next chapter of my life.

Recently, a lot has been changing. My husband has a new job and is doing safety consultancy on the side. We are now about to rent a house so that we all can stay together instead of splitting up because where is he posted right now is far away. We are fixing our car, the one that he smashed this year. Exciting things are happening and I am excited but nothing exciting is happening for me. I don’t know how to get a small constant sideline up and running. It seems really hard. My i.t business is okay but it’s small and nowhere near constant. The word is not spread out far and wide enough. I need to change that.

With all these changes in life, I am excited and nervous and scared. The new place is really nice and quiet spacious. It’s got enough of place for my kids to run around and cause a riot! (Which they already do anyways)

Our new rented home has two bedrooms. The kids are still small and sleep with us, so I intend on making the second room a laundry room/dressing room/home office. All that’s great, but the true question is Why do I need a home office with no work?


Is there anyone else out there that shares my feelings? I wish I knew.


Sweet Tooth Toddlers 

​Here is a great custard recipe for all you mums out there that want to spoil your little one or even if you have a sweet tooth yourself! 

This serves about 4 people. (Not in my family lol)

You will need:

  • 2 tablespoons of custard powder
  • 500ml milk
  • A few extra drops of milk
  • 3 tablespoons of sugar

First, put your 500ml of milk on the stove to bring to boil. Whilst that is beginning to boil, put 2 tablespoons of custard powder in a bowl, as well as 3 tablespoons of sugar. Add a few drops of milk to make a good paste. Be careful that your milk does not burn. Once you have brought the milk to boil, stir in your custard mixture. Just a few minutes more and once the milk is at boiling point again, the custard is ready. 

If you feel that the custard is not thick enough, just make some more of the paste and add it in. If you feel the custard is too thick, add in some more milk.

Enjoy!! Let me know how it comes out. My husband gave me a great compliment, saying it tastes just like Ultra Mel! 

The beginning – Continued (2)


This is the second small extract of my continued writing, The beginning


Hey there, bloggers.

I’m back! So, first days of school are always rough and join that with a Monday and its hell fire! You’d think a lot has changed since we all last saw each other. It’s been a whole month really! You would expect atleast one person to get a new haircut, kiss a new boy or even find a boyfriend. But no, all my friends have remained the same. Kat, is my best friend, we’ve known each other practically forever. Our friendship began by sharing mud pies in the pre-school sandpit and we’ve been inseparable ever since! Kat is gorgeous, she is fair with piercing brown eyes and a figure to die for. She is quiet popular, being one of the prettiest girls in our school but she’s my friend anyhow, even though I’m not that gorgeous. I may not be beautiful but I make up for that in many other ways. I am a good person, I am damn intelligent and witty and I do have a good body, just not the best face. Life is full of people, and their all not the same so I didn’t really feel my not so attractive face as a downfall because for true love to happen (yes, I do believe in true love), the connection will take place in the heart, mind and soul truly. Yes, I know, it sounds like something ugly people say to comfort themselves and that’s okay. I would rather be ugly and have a good soul than pretty with an ugly soul.

So, I don’t have a boyfriend yet, but I have my eye on someone. He’s tall and fair, with liquid brown eyes that you could just get lost in! His name is well, let’s call him J for now. (What if he reads this?!?)

I’ve known him ever since primary school, he was my best friend Kat’s boyfriend but then they broke up! I’m still not sure why though. Yes, yes I know, you’re not supposed to crush on your girl’s ex boyfriend but hey, he could be my soulmate. Why would I lose out on the love of my life just because of some unwritten girl code rule?

Hey, don’t judge me. I believe in true love and I’d fight for it. Well let me tell you a little more about J. He’s gorgeous, he’s got a good heart and innocent ways. He is of course, captain of the volleyball team (predictable right?) and amazingly enough we’re friends. This year, we all entered Palm Springs and after 6 months of being in this school, J and I have actually gotten quiet close. In fact, so close that his family knows me, well! I’m in his every conversation, we chat and text all the time, we’re practically dating but not. That’s the part that bothers me.

While we’ve been friends for some time now, he hasn’t said anything about trying to move forward from friendship to some other ship, you know like, RELATIONSHIP. My mum’s calling, so we will continue this little chat later.



The Pink Panther.


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The beginning?

The result of having a lot of things to say  makes me wonder, what would I want the world to hear?

Who cares about my bad days as a mum or my tough life living with someone whose supposed to feel the way I feel about my kids, towards me? Should I write a love story? A story about romance, trials, tribulations and finally happily ever after?

This was the beginning.

The beginning of something new she thought.

It’s 7:00 am in the morning and as far as Monday mornings go, this one is surely living up to all that it’s said to be. As usual, Monday is the morning that everything bad happens. Suddenly your hair has grown a brain of it’s own and has decided not to work with you today, your favorite top, the one that flatters your curves has somehow vanished overnight. You can’t find a matching sock or your favorite lipstick, it feels like lightning struck your home and you’re still recovering from the flames.

This, is a typical Monday morning at my house. Hi, I’m Trisha and this is my blog. As a teenager going to Palm Springs High in the age where all things electronic rule, it would be lame of me to even keep a physical diary. Here, on my blog, all the cool days of my life will be recorded, or atleast I hope so! Anyway, I’m really late for school. Catch you later.


The Pink Panther

Thats sort of an extract of the direction that I was heading. I wonder if this could turn out to be anything. I hope it does.

Things to say

I sometimes feel like I have so much to say and no one to say it to. I mean, who is going to listen to me? Definitely not my 1 and a half year old or my 6 month old. My husband stays far away so its best if we keep our conversations non complicated.

I’m great at computers, great at admin but need a home based job. I have 2 kids and no one to look after them but things for kids in this world are expensive and I am, afterall a woman, I also want some things. The unfortunate part of me is that I will not use someone else’s money for my spoils, I would rather earn my own. 

I’m getting a few jobs here and there but the job that I wanted did not come through. Weeks of being positive did not help either so Rhonda Byrne, right now all I say is SCREW YOU. 

I need a job that allows me to work from home so that I can take care of my children or maybe hire someone to help me with them. If only my parents tenants would move out, then I would have a place of my own. 

So maybe I should start writing, a new blog about new things or maybe a book or maybe something that may never be published. 

I dont understand why we are not succeeding, when we are the type of people that keep on trying. They say if you dont try, you wont succeed and if you fail once, try and try again but thats exactly what we doing. All these stupid books and strange cliches are full of nonsense. 

Bedtime stories: Little Red Riding Hood

So, still looking for bed time stories. Here’s the story of Little Red Riding Hood

Once upon a time, there was a little girl who lived in a village near the forest.  Whenever she went out, the little girl wore a red riding cloak, so everyone in the village called her Little Red Riding Hood.

One morning, Little Red Riding Hood asked her mother if she could go to visit her grandmother as it had been awhile since they’d seen each other.

“That’s a good idea,” her mother said.  So they packed a nice basket for Little Red Riding Hood to take to her grandmother.

When the basket was ready, the little girl put on her red cloak and kissed her mother goodbye.

“Remember, go straight to Grandma’s house,” her mother cautioned.  “Don’t dawdle along the way and please don’t talk to strangers!  The woods are dangerous.”

“Don’t worry, mommy,” said Little Red Riding Hood, “I’ll be careful.”

But when Little Red Riding Hood noticed some lovely flowers in the woods, she forgot her promise to her mother.  She picked a few, watched the butterflies flit about for awhile, listened to the frogs croaking and then picked a few more.

Little Red Riding Hood was enjoying the warm summer day so much, that she didn’t notice a dark shadow approaching out of the forest behind her…

Suddenly, the wolf appeared beside her.

“What are you doing out here, little girl?” the wolf asked in a voice as friendly as he could muster.

“I’m on my way to see my Grandma who lives through the forest, near the brook,”  Little Red Riding Hood replied.

Then she realized how late she was and quickly excused herself, rushing down the path to her Grandma’s house.

The wolf, in the meantime, took a shortcut…

The wolf, a little out of breath from running, arrived at Grandma’s and knocked lightly at the door.

“Oh thank goodness dear!  Come in, come in!  I was worried sick that something had happened to you in the forest,” said Grandma thinking that the knock was her granddaughter.

The wolf let himself in.  Poor Granny did not have time to say another word, before the wolf gobbled her up!

The wolf let out a satisfied burp, and then poked through Granny’s wardrobe to find a nightgown that he liked.  He added a frilly sleeping cap, and for good measure, dabbed some of Granny’s perfume behind his pointy ears.

A few minutes later, Red Riding Hood knocked on the door.  The wolf jumped into bed and pulled the covers over his nose.  “Who is it?” he called in a cackly voice.

“It’s me, Little Red Riding Hood.”

“Oh how lovely!  Do come in, my dear,” croaked the wolf.

When Little Red Riding Hood entered the little cottage, she could scarcely recognize her Grandmother.

“Grandmother!  Your voice sounds so odd.  Is something the matter?” she asked.

“Oh, I just have touch of a cold,” squeaked the wolf adding a cough at the end to prove the point.

“But Grandmother!  What big ears you have,” said Little Red Riding Hood as she edged closer to the bed.

“The better to hear you with, my dear,” replied the wolf.

“But Grandmother!  What big eyes you have,” said Little Red Riding Hood.

“The better to see you with, my dear,” replied the wolf.

“But Grandmother!  What big teeth you have,” said Little Red Riding Hood her voice quivering slightly.

“The better to eat you with, my dear,” roared the wolf and he leapt out of the bed and began to chase the little girl.

Almost too late, Little Red Riding Hood realized that the person in the bed was not her Grandmother, but a hungry wolf.

She ran across the room and through the door, shouting, “Help!  Wolf!” as loudly as she could.

A woodsman who was chopping logs nearby heard her cry and ran towards the cottage as fast as he could.

He grabbed the wolf and made him spit out the poor Grandmother who was a bit frazzled by the whole experience, but still in one piece.“Oh Grandma, I was so scared!”  sobbed Little Red Riding Hood, “I’ll never speak to strangers or dawdle in the forest again.”

“There, there, child.  You’ve learned an important lesson.  Thank goodness you shouted loud enough for this kind woodsman to hear you!”

The woodsman knocked out the wolf and carried him deep into the forest where he wouldn’t bother people any longer.

Little Red Riding Hood and her Grandmother had a nice lunch and a long chat.

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Heres the brothers Grimm version:

Once upon a time there was a dear little girl who was loved by everyone who looked at her, but most of all by her grandmother, and there was nothing that she would not have given to the child. Once she gave her a little riding hood of red velvet, which suited her so well that she would never wear anything else; so she was always called ‘Little Red Riding Hood.’

One day her mother said to her: ‘Come, Little Red Riding Hood, here is a piece of cake and a bottle of wine; take them to your grandmother, she is ill and weak, and they will do her good. Set out before it gets hot, and when you are going, walk nicely and quietly and do not run off the path, or you may fall and break the bottle, and then your grandmother will get nothing; and when you go into her room, don’t forget to say, “Good morning”, and don’t peep into every corner before you do it.’

‘I will take great care,’ said Little Red Riding Hood to her mother, and gave her hand on it.

The grandmother lived out in the wood, half a league from the village, and just as Little Red Riding Hood entered the wood, a wolf met her. Red Riding Hood did not know what a wicked creature he was, and was not at all afraid of him.

‘Good day, Little Red Riding Hood,’ said he.

‘Thank you kindly, wolf.’

‘Whither away so early, Little Red Riding Hood?’

‘To my grandmother’s.’

‘What have you got in your apron?’

‘Cake and wine; yesterday was baking-day, so poor sick grandmother is to have something good, to make her stronger.’

‘Where does your grandmother live, Little Red Riding Hood?’

‘A good quarter of a league farther on in the wood; her house stands under the three large oak-trees, the nut-trees are just below; you surely must know it,’ replied Little Red Riding Hood.


     The wolf thought to himself: ‘What a tender young creature! what a nice plump mouthful – she will be better to eat than the old woman. I must act craftily, so as to catch both.’

So he walked for a short time by the side of Little Red Riding Hood, and then he said: ‘See, Little Red Riding Hood, how pretty the flowers are about here – why do you not look round? I believe, too, that you do not hear how sweetly the little birds are singing; you walk gravely along as if you were going to school, while everything else out here in the wood is merry.’

Little Red Riding Hood raised her eyes, and when she saw the sunbeams dancing here and there through the trees, and pretty flowers growing everywhere, she thought: ‘Suppose I take grandmother a fresh nosegay; that would please her too. It is so early in the day that I shall still get there in good time.’

So she ran from the path into the wood to look for flowers. And whenever she had picked one, she fancied that she saw a still prettier one farther on, and ran after it, and so got deeper and deeper into the wood.

Meanwhile the wolf ran straight to the grandmother’s house and knocked at the door.

‘Who is there?’

‘Little Red Riding Hood,’ replied the wolf. ‘She is bringing cake and wine; open the door.’

‘Lift the latch,’ called out the grandmother, ‘I am too weak, and cannot get up.’

The wolf lifted the latch, the door sprang open, and without saying a word he went straight to the grandmother’s bed, and devoured her. Then he put on her clothes, dressed himself in her cap, laid himself in bed and drew the curtains.

Little Red Riding Hood, however, had been running about picking flowers, and when she had gathered so many that she could carry no more, she remembered her grandmother, and set out on the way to her.


     She was surprised to find the cottage-door standing open, and when she went into the room, she had such a strange feeling that she said to herself: ‘Oh dear! how uneasy I feel today, and at other times I like being with grandmother so much.’ She called out: ‘Good morning,’ but received no answer; so she went to the bed and drew back the curtains. There lay her grandmother with her cap pulled far over her face, and looking very strange.

‘Oh! grandmother,’ she said, ‘what big ears you have!’

‘All the better to hear you with, my child,’ was the reply.

‘But, grandmother, what big eyes you have!’ she said.

‘All the better to see you with, my dear.’

‘But, grandmother, what large hands you have!’

‘All the better to hug you with.’

‘Oh! but, grandmother, what a terrible big mouth you have!’

‘All the better to eat you with!’

And scarcely had the wolf said this, than with one bound he was out of bed and swallowed up Red Riding Hood.

When the wolf had appeased his appetite, he lay down again in the bed, fell asleep and began to snore very loud.

The huntsman was just passing the house, and thought to himself: ‘How the old woman is snoring! I must just see if she wants anything.’ So he went into the room, and when he came to the bed, he saw that the wolf was lying in it.

‘Do I find you here, you old sinner!’ said he. ‘I have long sought you!’ But just as he was going to fire at him, it occurred to him that the wolf might have devoured the grandmother, and that she might still be saved, so he did not fire, but took a pair of scissors, and began to cut open the stomach of the sleeping wolf.

When he had made two snips, he saw the little red riding hood shining, and then he made two snips more, and the little girl sprang out, crying: ‘Ah, how frightened I have been! How dark it was inside the wolf.’

     After that the aged grandmother came out alive also, but scarcely able to breathe. Red Riding Hood, however, quickly fetched great stones with which they filled the wolf’s belly, and when he awoke, he wanted to run away, but the stones were so heavy that he collapsed at once, and fell dead.

Then all three were delighted. The huntsman drew off the wolf’s skin and went home with it; the grandmother ate the cake and drank the wine which Red Riding Hood had brought, and revived. But Red Riding Hood thought to herself: ‘As long as I live, I will never leave the path by myself to run into the wood, when my mother has forbidden me to do so.’

It is also related that once, when Red Riding Hood was again taking cakes to the old grandmother, another wolf spoke to her, and tried to entice her from the path. Red Riding Hood, however, was on her guard, and went straight forward on her way, and told her grandmother that she had met the wolf, and that he had said ‘good morning’ to her, but with such a wicked look in his eyes, that if they had not been on the public road she was certain he would have eaten her up.

‘Well,’ said the grandmother, ‘we will shut the door, so that he can not come in.’

Soon afterwards the wolf knocked, and cried: ‘Open the door, grandmother, I am Little Red Riding Hood, and am bringing you some cakes.’

But they did not speak, or open the door, so the grey-beard stole twice or thrice round the house, and at last jumped on the roof, intending to wait until Red Riding Hood went home in the evening, and then to steal after her and devour her in the darkness. But the grandmother saw what was in his thoughts.

In front of the house was a great stone trough, so she said to the child: ‘Take the pail, Red Riding Hood; I made some sausages yesterday, so carry the water in which I boiled them to the trough.’

Red Riding Hood carried until the great trough was quite full. Then the smell of the sausages reached the wolf, and he sniffed and peeped down, and at last stretched out his neck so far that he could no longer keep his footing and began to slip, and slipped down from the roof straight into the great trough, and was drowned. But Red Riding Hood went joyously home, and no one ever did anything to harm her again.


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The moral of the story:

The moral to the story of “Little Red Riding Hood” is that children must obey their parents and that they must never talk to strangers. Even a very friendly stranger is capable of having bad intentions.

“Little Red Riding Hood” is a popular fairy tale from the Grimm Brothers. It is the story of a little girl going to take food to her sick grandmother. Her mother warns her to go straight there and not to talk to strangers. On the way, however, the little girl meets a friendly wolf and divulges where she is going. He beats her there, eats her grandmother and jumps into bed. Pretending to be the grandmother, the wolf leads the little girl along before finally eating her as well. Fortunately, someone comes along to save Little Red Riding Hood and her grandmother. Bad things happened because the little girl had not obeyed her mother.

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In case you are interested in the story of Goldilocks and the three bears, click here.

My interest in these bedtime stories sparked with my son but now I am thinking of making these books myself instead of going out and buying them. This could be a family fun time project in the making!

Lets play with powder

Life is all about playing with powder.


Our lives are so complicated. As a parent, life doesn’t stop getting complicated. We face so many different, difficult and tiring situations every day.

I know as a mother, seeing to my husband, two small babies and other household things are extremely hard to do. I wake up at 2.30 am and there starts my day. 

But there are moments in between it all that remind you that your life is complicated so that your child’s life can be just about playing with powder.

Today my son got out of the bathroom, put some powder in my hands, dipped his finger in it and started drawing on my face. Needless to say we both ended up looking like clowns but thats what a baby’s life is supposed to be about. 

Its supposed to be about playing with powder and getting all messed up. My son is wonderful and beautiful. So is my daughter, she is my little princess. 

I’m glad and proud to say that I love them equally. They are the best miracles on this earth.