The world according to Valkenburg: September 2010

Like taking candy from a baby - or a cellphone from my hands!

So.... I had my phone stolen out of my hand yesterday - Tuesday November 2.

Was sitting on the 12.40 from cape Town to Simonstown.
First stop: Woodstock. As the train began to leave Woodstock station, a guy standing near the door, grabbed my phone from my hand (I was playing the game pipe dream, and about to shatter my personal record score) and bolted.

I sat there like a deer caught in the headlights, with an attitude of 'well that's that' but then thought "maybe I should chase him". The guys were holding the doors open for me so I jumped off the (now) moving train and ran up the stairs.

I ran to the left exit and asked if they'd seen a guy in a blue cap and white shirt come running past.They hadn't. So I went to the other exit. They hadn't either.

Then someone told me to go down the stairs to the platform to the Cape Flats lines. I did and at the bottom of the stairs, I looked to the end of the platform and there was the fucker... about 30 metres away, right at the end.

He saw me and started moving away, which is when I started sprinting and screaming..."Stop that guy! He stole my phone" There was no-one around, but I needed to vent.

Over railway lines and stones we ran, for about 500 metres until he jumped over a wall and made for Woodstock.
I followed him over and searched up and down roads but no sign of him.

That's when I realised I had pulled muscles in each of my legs.
Clearly the sprinting was more than my body could handle.

Limping, I made my way back to the station.
Today, my legs are still stiff, though I did cycle in.

Silver lining: the glasses that were on my head are worth
about R2000. He could have gone for those.
Instead he went for my three to four year old phone - worth about R200.

Paintball! - Cath's bday party (early Oct)

Okay, so for Cath's birthday, I organised a group of about 20 of us to go paintballing at the place near Long Beach, Area 51, seeing as the Tokai arena has closed.

Some guys give flowers, some chocolates, I organise to shoot up my wife.

It was good fun, although the organisers were well... not very organised.
If you're thinking of going paintballing, I would suggest you go to another erena... maybe they have one in the N Suburbs...

Bianca makes sure Rob's ready for work... tie is straight, etc.

B and Rob, now ready, prepare to open a can of whipass on our opponents.

Simone and Matthew.

Our side...okay, we lost pretty much everything, but it isn't the winning that counts... right/ Right??!??!!

Romantic moments between your's truly and the birthday girl.

Cath shows her new beauty spot, a bruise from being shot on the thigh. See... that's what I gave her for her birthday...

Youth poster making (Sep)

SEPTEMBER

As seen on my facebook page, these are the photos from the 'make signs for the Food fair' evening.

For those of you that don't know, I run / help run a small church Youth club.

These are the okes I deal with every week...

Giselle and Matt

Fellow leaders Trevor, Aimee and Beddy

Jessica, Taryn and Dani

Christine and Beulah and Beulah's back

Liam

Wetsock (not his real name), Meagan and Criston

Adam

Jessica

Post-bathing, sleeping and boxing (Sep)

This is lil Emma just after her bath, wrapped up in a towel, ready for the drying off. Granny H gave us this hooded towel which Emma is yet to grow into - but when you have uber-cool stuff, you want to try it out straight away.

This one has the Liverpool crest on the front and say 'No 1 fan' on the back.

Standing on her changing table, Emma always checks out the dogs while I pat her dry.

Yelling at the dogs -- 'No, no no' -- for barking.

For her first year, Emma wasn't interested in stuffed toys. Why would she be - they didn't rattle, make noises or have any bright lights.

The question I must ask you is this:

Do you think she likes her stuffed toys now.

One is not enough. Must have two at all times.

Sleeping babies need toys to cuddle too. She isn't particular. Any camel, bear or dog will do.

And the feet crossed nogal.

"I'm not trying to hint or anything dad, but, ahem..."

This is Emma's motorcar box. She gets dragged around the house at breakneck speed, often with a look of terror on her face. But she loves it cos she makes me do it again and again.

If she stumbles across the box (I kinda hide it), she starts grunting and moaning at me to come pull her around. Cheeky little .....

Sebastian's bday (Sep)

Angela and Garon's Sebastian had his bday party out in Milnerton on a Saturday afternoon - which meant I missed it what with work and all.

But lil Emma had a good time.

Not bothered by her broken swing incident, she was back up on the horse and swinging away.

Emma and her cake box and party gifts, etc.

The cake and a happy bday boy.

Then out came the animals, some bunnies, etc.

Ooooooooh... climbing stuff, my favourite! Let me at it.

Paddy's birthday

Little Paddy turned 2. Gather round for the cake and candle blowing kids.
Well, mom helped a bit.
Lucky lil Emma was held back. She would be all over that cake.