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27 September 2006
25 September 2006
Crystal Watch for Sale: R235
Neclace for Sale: R200

Crystal Watch for Sale: R235
Crystal Watch Sold: R235

Necklace & Bracelet Set : R300


Necklace & Bracelet Set Sold: R325

Bracelet Sold: R170
Thanks for looking.
- Off to create something new
24 September 2006
tackle at 6:15am at the Kings Park Stadium.
Once again the alarm went off at a seriously uncomfortable 5am. This time to foolishly inflict some more damage to our muscles (and that willingly). The little tough one started in the parking lot of the old Sanlam Centre, now known as the Pine Crest Centre, in Pinetown at 7:10am.
Unbeknown to us, the LITTLE Tough One actually meant the HUGE Tough One. There were countless hills that felt like mountains after our 21.1km of yesterday which left our muscles very uncooperative. The hills were crept over whilst negotiating serious hot gale force winds from the front and side.
Michelle (TP Gang intruder and a walker referee), you should not have bothered refereeing me, for in case I have both feet off the ground - I could not even lift them, not to mention having them both off the ground at once?
The race was very well organised. The athletes felt unusually safe with police officers manning every street corner and crossing. Thank you 'Big' Dave for a very well organised and enjoyable race. Just a thought as far as future marketing of the race is concerned - perhaps you should hand out more pamphlets at all the big official races. Most people did not even know about the race.
My walking time was 78 minutes (5 woman walker overall) and Conroy's running time was 53 minutes.
PS: We got a T-shirt for both the races we have done this long weekend. So now we can also say 'been there, done that, got the T-shirt'.
- Off to attack the Repragel Tube
22 September 2006
16 September 2006


Thursday-night 'TP-Gang' students decided to help Beverley complete 29 of these invitations. We set aside the blue room for Saturday, 16 September 2006 to do this. It was most generous of the girls to unselfishly offer Beverley their assistance - yes there are still some 'good' people out there.
Even Nicola's two bambinos lent a hand - without whom we probably would have extended our working time by another two hours. Thank you so much Eleni and Alexia - you are definite serious future scrappers to be (Tha Teacha speaks from experience). 
15 September 2006
I saw a bottle of Steri-Milk for the first time when I was about three years old. At this time I was in an Orphanage in Port Elizabeth in the Eastern Cape. My mum (passed away in 1999) who adopted me when I was three-and-a-half years old was a remedial teacher at the Orphanage. I remember clearly how I use to stand on the tip of my little toes to be able to peep through her classroom window to see whether the tea tray has arrived. If it was there I couldn't wait for her to pour me half a cup of Steri-Milk. This was nearly a daily occurrence. Six months later she adopted me. So, there you see, Steri-Milk could make miracles happen.
Me and Thanusha were chatting about milk one day. We perhaps got onto this subject because we are always the ones to keep the office fridge stocked with milk. I mentioned to her that whilst growing up on the farm 'Skuilhoek' I was often afforded the opportunity of milking a cow. I loved doing this, but only if the cow's hindlegs were tied up as I have seen many a milker being kicked whilst milking. I remember dipping my fingers into a huge tub of Vaseline - this made your fingers slide smoothly over the cow's tits. It was hard work to milk a cow. The cow could sense whether it was an experienced or inexperienced milker handling her tits. So me, obviously being inexperienced, always got the cow all up tight resulting in a serious battle to get just a cup of milk out of her tits.
As a farmgirl I could not stand the smell of fresh farm milk nor even drinking it. I use to get nauseous when my uptown girls came visiting and squeezed the milk straight from the cows' tits into their mouths. They could not get enough of the hot fresh farm milk. Once in a blue moon mum them would purchase a bottle of Steri-Milk, which was a huge treat for me as this was the only type of milk I loved drinking. Whilst reminiscing about the past with Thanusha I mentioned to her that I don't know when last I have seen a bottle of Steri-Milk in the local supermarket. I did not think that it existed anymore. So what a surprise when she gave me the packet with even 'two' bottles of Steri-Milk. The expiry date is December 2006. So I have got quite a bit of time during which I can savour the taste of Steri-Milk again!
Thanks my friend for making my past special again.
- Cowgirl signing off
The TP Gang was armed with their PMS (Potent, Mysterious and Suggestive) Bags (AMM Tote-Ally Cool Bags). One of these bags were kitted out with the latest fashionable overnight tools (i.e. razor, toothpaste tube, shower cap, night dress, scrubber, cream - everything but the toilet brush). This bag was spotted on a Greek Connection’s arm just as the main gate of Sandlea was scaled. The PI (being of Irish descent) could have sworn that he had also seen a Lepracorn scaling Sandlea’s main gate with the Greek Connections. The Lepracorn’s identity was well disguised with a green baseball cap drawn low over its eyes. The PI could not believe his eyes when he saw, what seemed like the leader of the TP Gang, fiddling with the electronics of Sandlea’s main gate. The PI being warned to watch out for an attack by an Eyelet Getter, was very hesitant to approach the leader of the gang. Due to hesitation on his part the leader was one step ahead of the PI. In a blink of an eye, the main gate opened by itself and the gang leader drove into Sandlea with the gate closing behind him/her suddenly, leaving dust in the PI’s face, who just-just could make out the license plate of the stolen vehicle: ‘TEACHER’S PET - THE ONE AND ONLY’.
There was a hush when the TP-Gang entered the Blue Room, as shock struck them when they saw that there were suddenly Rules for them stuck on the wall (see above). This was way too much to comprehend.
The TEACHER’S PET was then hit by another shock when she turned around to see, there right in front of her very own eyes, one of her gangsters has evolved into a Lepracorn! – armed with her own KIWI-green PMS bag, and a funny looking green energy disc on a stick. “So much for evolution” she thought –
“is this also going to be my downfall as leader of the gang?” she pondered to herself. “No ways I have to strike back immediately, if I want to keep my leadership.” Without warning the gang leader drew out her last trump card (with the rest of the gang as her witnesses), her latest acquisition the All My Memories Pink Photo Box).
Everyone was holding their breath as one could cut through the atmosphere with a knife. At last the Lepracorn was defeated by this final blow of the gang’s leader and submitted to be a follower in the gang by also ordering her Green AMM (Leather Look) Photo Box. Everyone sighed in relief. The other half of the Greek Connection was then formally initiated into the gang by receiving her Blue PMS Bag. True to gangsters’ tradition she was colour co‑ordinated down to a T so that she could immediately 'become one' with her PMS bag.
Events took an unexpected turn when the gangsters’ meeting was rudely crashed by an outsider claiming to be the future Gang Leader in training. Shocked TP‑Gangsters had to look on as the new invader handed Tha Teacha a ginormous PS Choc with ‘You Are Great’ inscribed on it. “Fortunately things happens in threes” the Leader thought to herself, “I should be safe for the remainder of the evening”. Never could she have known that the worst was yet to come!


The Leader experienced her most dreadful teatime ever. Her followers first of all deprived her of her staple diet being Unit 4’s home executive’s Milk Tart, leaving her to drool as they were chomping away on their tart. After which her followers decided that their Leader needed a serious image spruce up seeing that their Leader did not live up to the following rule: “Always Be Colour Coded/Co-Ordinated i.e. Hair Colour, Dress And Accessories Matching Your PMS Bag’s Colours!”
She was kitted out with a pink nightie (attire donated by the Greek Connection), with the very apt “COW” design on the front. White and Pink Spotted headgear was also required.
Once the attire was sorted out she was stream lined by a thorough shaving and messaging. All done her followers stood back and all agreed that their handy work was most impressive.
May this blog entry be a fair warning to all and sundry who are aspiring to be a TP!!
The characters were:
The Greek Connection: (Stella Fischer and Nicola Jennings)
Gang Leader (Libby Houareau)
Lepracorn (Beverley Dow)
Gang’s Councilor (Carol Liebrandt - proud future inhabitant of Shady Pines or is it Piny Shades)
Tha Teacha loves you all to bits! Thanks for being such great sports and always try to live by the following:
Time is Like a River.... You can't touch the same water twice because the flow that has passed will never pass again.
So live each moment as if it is your last!!
- Back to normal again 14 September 2006
13 September 2006
08 September 2006
Her latest Scrapathon’s name tag and inspirational quotes were dug out from some where (don’t want to know from where) and attached lovingly and meticulously to the bag, just in case someone did not know a Libby who walks around with a tongue twister for a surname (HOUAREAU). 









