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Time to Grow up! |
15th February 2006, 13:25 |
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So the time to buckle down and get my life sorted has eventually begun.
My blog will slowly dry up and I'll have nothing interesting to say for myself for at least the next year because today I got some "good" news...
My offer to purchase a townhouse was accepted! ;-)
Wow - its really cool and scary at the same time. I'm actually going to own my own place. Granted, its going to be bare for a while, at least the empty shell is still mine.
But I don't want to get too excited yet, I still have the big wait for the bond to be approved.
But in the meantime here are some pics of the place (to give you an idea of what I need for my house-warming) hee hee
The lounge..... Funny angle - but it looks a little bigger (Will look even bigger when I move in cause there won't be any furniture!)
The kitchen (I'm actually going to have to cook for myself again - eeek)
Outside View - Only the top floor - don't get too excited!
Second Bathroom (Only because I have a pic - I might as well show you! ;-)
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Valentines Schmalentines |
1st February 2006, 06:17 |
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Oh NO! Its February and all the craziness starts!
Ok –We’ve heard all of the arguments. It’s a marketing ploy thought up by the greeting card industry in order to pay for the fat-cats Christmas bonus. The “females” holiday of sorts…
I mean – who really wants a fluffy red pillow with “I Love You” embroidered on it? I’m not much of a fan really. I plan to spend the day getting drunk. Maybe with a bunch of single friends. We can laugh and point fingers at the couples at the other tables and possibly throw in some comments about how much fun it really is to be single. Hey – we can even start a food fight. But I somehow doubt the couples will be too pleased.
But nevertheless, cheap fluffy toys and tacky cards aside, sadly this day does still appeal to so many women out there. Maybe it’s just the thought that some secret admirer could actually gain the nerve 1 day in the year and send their secret little declaration… Its mainly the build up that bothers me most. Especially since I’m Very single and know I’m spending the 14th on my own.
But, as much as I hate to admit it, I’m still like any girl that receives a bunch of flowers. I blush furiously and my brain turns to mush trying to figure out who sent them (And you’re always too scared to ask someone if they sent it in case it wasn’t them either!).
Maybe we’re all softies at heart – congrats Hallmark employees – here’s to another bumper sales figure!
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Family |
17th January 2006, 09:10 |
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Ok - So I've just had a conversation about my extra large family and realised that I forgot to post pics of Seth (my nephew) on the blog when I got back from holiday.
Isn't he just too gorgeous! |
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Kings, Towers and the Queen of Pentacles |
10th January 2006, 07:32 |
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I’ve never been one to believe in fairies. I don’t think that ghosts of the long departed live alongside me in my house. And I certainly don’t believe that a psychic can read my mind or tell me about my future.
You see, I’ve always been the skeptical sort who steers clear of these types of people because they represent some sort of dishonesty. They take your hard earned money in return for some cleverly spun lies. I’ve known people who live their lives by what they are told and I certainly don’t want to be some creepy old lady’s puppet.
But this holiday I decided that it would be fun to go see a psychic. I made it clear to my friend Sue that I was going for the “Fun Factor” and that neither of us should take this seriously. So we made our appointment and did what we were asked. You had to get the birthdates and times of the people you wanted you ask about.
So the day came and we arrived at the house. There was no caravan parked in the driveway. The house was average with no brightly colored walls or shiny trinkets hanging all around. By all means, the average visitor wouldn’t even suspect this old granny of anything more sinister than skipping church once a year.
Ok, so she was a normal looking lady with a normal house and I refused to be intimidated by her. Besides, these guys learn to read expressions, ask leading questions and come up with perfectly reasonable suggestions. Nothing is ever straightforward and all answers seem to come out as rhetorical questions… I mean what average female my age wouldn’t like to travel, own their own home, earn lots of money and find true love? She spun all of these stories for me – I had to hold back my excitement – I was not going to be fooled… Not me!
The first thing that tipped me off was when she asked if my sister was married and if her husband was in an accident. Ok, this was creepy… My brother-in-law died last year in a tragic accident. It unsettled me but she referred to it indirectly. I would let it pass…
The shock came when I asked her about my parents. I gave her the birthdates of my mom and dad, shuffled the cards and packed them in 4 piles. She took them and started to lay them out on the table, tapping and doing some sort of counting thing. She suddenly looked up at me in the middle of the process and simply said “But one of your parents is dead” No beating around the bush this time!
I almost fell off my chair! She was right. My father died when I was really young. The birthdate I gave her was my step-fathers.
I continued the reading taking a few more notes now, still not sure what to think. My logical world was crumbling around me and I refused to believe.
We left the average suburban home and headed for lunch, discussed our readings and laughed about all of the things she told us. I mean, some of it was ridiculous! I’m going to be temped to have an affair with a married man, Sue is going to have a boy in the next 18 months, my mom is going to have an operation, I’m going to buy property and move overseas and my sister is going to remarry very soon.
It was fun and at least I could tick off one of the things I’ve always wanted to try for fun.
Problem is…. Things are starting to happen.
Hope my mom’s op to remove her tonsils goes well…
Congratulations Sue – lets see if it’s a boy now! ;-)
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Delirious! |
4th January 2006, 10:44 |
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It wasn’t a New Year’s resolution… I just decided that when my carton was finished I would quit smoking. And I’m surprised at how it’s going.
Keep in mind I’ve been a heavy smoker for almost 10 years now. I’ve smoked a pack of 20’s a day for at least the last 8 years (Sometimes 2 packs when you go out and party!). And I went cold turkey 3 days ago…
I decided to take the tough/no assistance route for no other reason than I don’t want to now get addicted to a patch or chewing gum. It hasn’t been all that bad. I have had a strange case of “lock-jaw” though. Well, that’s what it feels like anyway. I’m so stressed out I can’t help clenching my jaw. By the late afternoon I start getting terribly hungry – frantically trying to eat everything in my sight. But I’m trying desperately to avoid that (I already did enough damage over Christmas thanks!)
So, without any assistance and going on pure willpower I’ve learnt exactly what smoking does to you – It makes you MAD! Fortunately most of this time since I have quit I’ve been OK, but I’ve also learnt how to negotiate very well too (Doesn’t matter if its with myself anyway – Cause at this stage you are delirious!) I plotted how I was going to buy just 1 loose smoke from a garage shop and sneak it home to enjoy later… I don’t know who I was hiding it from, but it felt necessary nonetheless.
I almost felt like a druggie who had just quit a cocaine habit by locking themselves in their room. Then I realized that it wasn’t that bad, I haven’t really had such a bad time anyway. I can really do this easily. Its just that 1 irrational thought that can bring you down….
Fortunately the irrational thoughts have died down to only 1 an hour now… By next week I might even stop talking to myself!
I’m hoping things will get better over the next few days.
Until then…
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Selfish Society |
6th December 2005, 08:41 |
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We are spoilt!
We take what we can and give nothing in return.
Survival of the fittest!
I’ve found this in all aspects of my life this year. Relationships, work and now with my Christmas wish list. You see, I’ve started thinking more about charity this year. I’m considering joining a charity called Big Brother where you become a foster child’s “Godparent”. You take them out, spend time with them and try to make their lives a little fun. I’m not very reliable at the best of times, but I know I can make an effort to make a child’s life a little better.
Through my investigating I found a few foster homes in JHB that were sending out the children’s wish-list for Christmas. Small things these kids have asked for to make Christmas a little special. When I opened up the list I was expecting the usual requests – you know, computer games, playstations, PSP’s, MP3 players – all the good stuff kids need these days. Well, actually, the general requests were for things like clothing, flip-flops, underwear, school bags, and just plain old socks – things we take for granted! My heart sank. To think that these kids look forward to such basic items - on a day I am used to waking up really early and opening these really expensive gifts – and then spending the rest of the day with my family.
They don’t have any of this.
So anyway, I’ve sent the list around the office and to a few friends and I’ve been surprised by the response. It’s mostly the guys who are taking interest, but at least there will be a few boys with toy cars this year. I have also told my family that I’m not buying presents for them – Sorry, but this year I’m giving your presents to the kids.
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Friends |
2nd December 2005, 09:43 |
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My friend Zamelo had some interesting stuff to say on his blog the other day about friends
And it got me thinking... You see I have some friends that even though I don't see them for a long time, when we do eventually get together again, it's as if things have never changed. We can talk about just about anything and get along like a house on fire - no hard feelings.
Then there are the ones who will give you grief because "you've been scarce" and all that. These are typically the types of friends who don't make the effort to see you in the first place anyway.
But I’m lucky I guess – I have some really good friends that I can always rely on..
And Yay! – Katy comes over in Jan next year. I haven’t seen her in almost 3 years – but I can guarantee that we will get on like a house on fire as usual.
>which reminds me that I need to check my house insurance before she does – so please excuse me while I sort it out ;-)
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Public Service Announcement |
4th November 2005, 10:24 |
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Windscreen Washers Beware!
I feel that it is my personal responsibility to warn all responsible citizens out there about the dangers of using your windscreen washers indiscriminately!
You see, my problem roots itself in my previous story: Its all about manners you see. As previously stated, I obviously offend the large majority of beggars on our local roads and had the misfortune of affronting another one yesterday.
In my usual daydream state driving home yesterday, I pulled up to one of my regular traffic lights and realised my windscreen was so filthy that I could hardly see the road. But fortunately the wonders of “modern” invention affords me the wonders of a windscreen wiper. So I casually spray the windscreen with a fine jet of water and soapy liquid and wait for the washers to do their job. Easy as that, all done – no fuss!
Well, next thing I hear knocking on my passenger window, and who is it? The local “Homeless talk” saleswoman, and she looks annoyed! She starts screaming something about how I wet her! And she wouldn’t leave. She just stood there the entire time moaning about how inconsiderate I was that I could wet her!
Wow, I’m making a habit of insulting these guys – without even trying.
So this is my warning to all: Please make sure that you don’t offend these loiterers by doing anything stupid enough like cleaning your windscreen. Goodness knows how many accidents this could cause, but hey, at least these poor homeless people won’t have any unnecessary showers or anything!
Drive Safe! ;-)
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