Tag: 40th

One Good Deed…

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…deserves 39 more. Or is that one good turn? Whatever.

I like this idea from PamieJane to celebrate her 40th birthday and I’d encourage others to join in and do their bit as I will on Saturday.

What I want to do is 40 random acts of kindness (or good deeds).  Now I know for a fact that I am not going to get through all 40 in one day, so I have taken Friday off work, but I am going to need more help – that is where you come in.

I would like each of you to do something “good” on Saturday.  It does not have to be huge, it can be not swearing at the person that cut you off in traffic (or not cutting someone off – I’ll take any good deed).  It can be making a donation to your favourite charity, picking up a piece of litter, helping somebody pick up something they have dropped or even just smiling at somebody.  Just something that is going to make somebody else feel better.

She has other ideas on her blog, so go and see if there’s something you can do to help someone else out and help Pamie celebrate her 40th.

Feel free to RT/Share this post and spread the love.

And Happy Birthday, PamieJane.
You know what they say: Life Begins To Suck At Forty. 😉

Party time

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You’re probably here looking for photographs of regular 6000 miles… reader Robyn’s 40th birthday party, and who am I to disappoint?

You’ll want to have a look at this flickr set. You are, of course, welcome to help yourself to any snaps you want.

You may note that the quality of the images decreases steadily as more tequila is added to the photographer. This all happened on Saturday evening. Sunday was understandably unpretty.

While it was a awesome party and a damn good night out, I can’t help but pop in a mention for Goodfella’s, who turned up at the wrong place at the wrong time, couldn’t find us and actually asked us to drive to meet them. Much comment on twitter about how we should be using 1ForTheRoad – we’ll be looking into that. And Mrs 6000 will be looking into cancelling the expensive corporate account she manages with Goodfellas.

Fishhoek view

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Wow. Some party. Drunkenness, loud music, wigs galore.
And this view across Fishhoek bay when you took a little time out in the cool evening air.

There are other photos, of course, most (if not all) of which will mean more to those present on Saturday night. Don’t you hate the way that flash photography makes it look like there’s absolutely no atmosphere? There was plenty. I didn’t even realise that the dance floor was concrete until I looked at the photos. No wonder my feet hurt.
But anyway, you’re more than welcome to go and have a quick look and see if you recognise anyone. This being Cape Town ‘n all. [note: I was going to put a link to my “Cape Town is a very small world” post here, but I cannot find that post, despite searching for all the seemingly relevant terms. Hint: There’s very little point using the words “Cape Town” to search for anything on this blog.]
Scratch that – found it!

Bed at 2, kids awake at 5:45, spend day in soporific stupor (yes, even more so than usual).

Such is the life of a partying parent…