2012

So, who of you out there are pissing your pants for this dreaded day?

The big 2012. The end of the world?

After much conversations, research and reading up on this day - I have come to the conclusion that the world is not going to end.

You can breath now. (Although I stand to be corrected)

My interpretation is that the world won't end, but there will be a consciousness shift. All that we know now like our high-paced lives; cars and technology (of which we are screwed if the electricity bombs out); shopping at Spar and other 21st century conveniences will be lost.

Bring on the bushman times, wearing lamb skinned bikinis and farming.

I am actually looking forward to it. No jokes.

In this very hectic life we live in now we have lost ourselves - our connection to the divine (God) and our connection to our spirits. We will be taken back to the stone age where people just used the basics of life. The earth now, of which we have been abusing at an extreme rate is pulling the finger at us.

Earth: "I gave you my hand and you bit off my arm."

I'm looking forward to a more simpler time.

Yes, a lot of people will die. Some people will not be able to cope. Some of the rich and famous will not be able to survive on farm products alone. But hey - give P.Diddy a gold necklace whilst he farms and I am sure he will be fine.

My advice is to stock up on canned goods. As KOO spaghetti is my favourite - I'll be sure to stock up on that!

People will remain in close communities. So to all my friends and family... you can come live on the farm with me.

In all seriousness though, if the world does end or if it is only a consciousness shift amongst humans - may I be close with my dogs, family and friends.

May we from now on, appreciate the earth and it's resources. May we from now on appreciate each other. May we from now on appreciate the Divine and appreciate our souls.

On the night before the day - I'll be sitting around my dogs and family, eating my favourite foods (preferably take-out as that will no longer exist); watching my favourite movie... or praying... or hugging my family.

Let Dec 2012 not make you live in fear, make it live your life. Everyday.

I am not making a mockery of this day, nor God's plan, nor the earth's way of eradicating the abusers.. I am just not fearful of this day. It's destiny.

I'm engaged!

I, Stacey Rowan, am engaged to Christopher, my beautiful boy.

I am going to be Mrs Woensdregt.

Hell's bells this is so exciting. I can't even concentrate. My brain is just saying "wedding, wedding, wedding." I think that's when you know something is right - it happens quickly and you become absolutely consumed by it.

He got down on one kneee and proposed with a wooden ring he designed and crafted himself - now, if that's not love then I don't know what is.

So a hippie wedding on the farm early next year is in order. So much to do, so little time.

I am a pot of mixed emotions - but I actually feel like I am living.

I can't believe it. It felt surreal at first. But now it's real.

I'm getting MARRIED!!!

Will keep you updated on the planning. It'll be "Stacey's top tips of wedding planning blog."

Congratulations to me and my soon-to-be-hubi. I love you!

Rugby World Cup 2011

Chris: So you half Kenyan; half Welsh and South African?

Stacey: Yes

Chris: Well you're a pavement special then.


I am a half breed. It's the Welsh vs South African game and I'm watching - who do I support?

So the rugby world cup is upon us. It doesn't have the same 'feeling' as FIFA but it'll sure be fun to watch.

Go Bokke! Followed by a close... Go Wales.

Unfortunately Kenya is not playing so can't support them. Sorry dad.

Four eyes

I shit you not, I was going to get these stylish glasses. Harry Potter wannabe I'd say.

After numerous headaches and straining my eyes to see the tv, I realised I had to go see the optometrist.

Now, I have to get glasses. I am no longer young, nor do I have good eyesight. A sign that I am getting old.

Call me Stacey-four-eyes-Rowan from now on.

But hey, I had to be respectable and get professional looking glasses. So they are black on the outside, with purple inside. Smart. I look borderline-nerd.

I am wearing them now. I actually kind of like them. They make me look like a journalist, of which I am. I look the part.

I am proud to be a four-eyes.

Cheese and Wine

Sunday afternoon, there I was with Chris; Anine and Wesley, enjoying cheese and wine on my porch staring into the orchard.

Bliss.

I've never been a fan of those stinky cheeses nor the art of having cheese and wine. Red wine, to me, tastes like carpet and the pong of the blue cheeses is enough to make me hurl. But my taste buds are slowly acquiring the tastes and my love for kaas en wyn is beginning.

I live 5 minutes away from Van Gaalen Cheese farm. Lucky bitch I am.

With rose wine and italian herb cheese; garlic and onion cheese and 2 year old gouda - I was set. I have never tasted cheese so good as the 2 year old gouda.

I'm hooked. I've become an addict to the cheese and wine event. You can really make a day of it, make it an event, make it something special.

Different cheeses, wine, fresh bread and crackers - what more can I say.

But yes Cheeze