A day in the life of me . . . .

Long time, no blog . . . I've been furiously busy, but just slowed down to hectically busy, with a strong possibility of only really busy, so I may, or may not blog more often.

This morning while travelling to drop Ciara off at school on the N1, it occurred to me that I must be possibly the only living being who is not a millionaire.

Let me explain further. On this particular part of the N1 there is some sort of construction going on. One theory is it is for the Gautrain. Another theory is highway widening to four lanes. My theory is to for Tshwane Metro to make a shit load of money.
The speed limit has been reduced from the previous 100km/h to an amazingly slow 80km/h. Now I know that this reduction of 20km may be a mild annoyance to any sane person, but apparently it brings out masochistic tendencies in others.
There was also a report on the news, in newspapers, on interweb news sites and on the radio that these reduced speed areas would be speed trapped by them lazer camera thingies.

Me, personally, I don't have R500-00 to R700-00 to flush down the toilet like yesterdays Nando's. No I like my geld safe and sound in my little purse tucked into my ample cleavage - Not in the bank account of Tshwane Metro. Thank. You. Very. Much.

I am clearly alone in my inclination to hold on to my hard earned cash. Because every other asshole on the road things it's a free for all - they react to the yellow of the reduced speed signs like a bull to a badly dressed matador!

I had a gasoline truck tail gating me for about 5km the other day. Now that would have been fun if I had to stop suddenly. Fun like kicking your baby toe against the corner of that fecking end table you always walk into.

Seriously?

I am currently searching (fruitlessly, apparently) for a Dolls Cupboard (ie, a cupboard in which one can hang dolls clothes) for Ciara. I have looked high and low on the interweb. I was searching Bid or Buy a moment ago, and used the term 'doll' as a search word, since 'cupboard' didn't yield many returns.

My search was much more fruitful this time. I happened upon many, many "Baby Dolls".

Now I understand buying Lingerie on-line (at Temptations, or sexylingerie, or adult world or even woolies), but bid or buy? Seriously?

Who thinks, "I'm feeling saucy and sexy and want a little number to match my mood, Aaah, I think I log on to bid or buy!"

Seriously?

In my search I also happened to find a clearly used pair of shoes at eBay uk!
Gross, gross, gross, gross.

Are you a talent, a lifer, or a mandarin?

I'm a Mandarin!

You're an intellectual, and you've worked hard to get where you are now. You're a strong believer in education, and you think many of the world's problems could be solved if people were more informed and more rational. You have no tolerance for sloppy or lazy thinking. It frustrates you when people who are ignorant or dishonest rise to positions of power. You believe that people can make a difference in the world, and you're determined to try.

Talent: 44%
Lifer: 46%
Mandarin: 51%

http://www.tomorrowland.us/tlm/

Give me a f-ing break . ..

You know what really pisses me off? Other than people who don't use their indicators. It's the total lack of personal responsibility which has infiltrated this world.
This whole shooting incident in Krugersdorp is a typical case in point.
The only news I have heard so far involve Satanism and Slipknot. Oh please, give me a f*cking break. Seriously? Satanism and Slipknot? Not only is that the oldest excuse in the book, it's so bloody lame. Couldn't it have been more original this time? Couldn't the blame fallen on Scientology and the songs of the Broadway Musical Cats.
If I were a journalist, and if anyone actually cared about my opinion, the story would have gone ;

Yesterday in Krugersdorp, a matric pupil fatally stabbed a Grade 9 pupil. The perpetrator used his God given free will to make the decision to carry out this atrocious act. His reason for the attack remains unknown, but claims the oldest excuse in the book "the devil made me do it".

Truly, I don't care if the kid was listening to "songs by satan", written and performed by the darkmaster himself. That pathetic excuse just doesn't cut it.

Grow a pair dude, and cop to the fact that you are a murderer who made a conscious and informed decision to TAKE THE LIFE OF ANOTHER HUMAN BEING.

The worst mama ever . . . .

So, it goes like this. I fetch Ciara from aftercare at school yesterday and she is crying. I immediately ask her whats wrong, like the good momma I thought I was, and she tells me she fell and hurt her wrist.

So I ask her if it is sore when she moves it, must we go to the hospital or does she think she will be okay. She tells me that it is REALLY sore. I am getting really frustrated, because seriously, who wants to go and sit at the emergency room at night in the cold?

I'm thinking, it's probably just bruised, this child is such a drama queen*.

So after much mmming and aaahing, I head over to Unitas to have my child seen to. I am not a happy momma at this point. I want to be at home. It's dark. It's cold. I have SO many chores to do.

After spending 400 hours** at the emergency room, we get the result that she has, in fact, fractured her wrist. She is currently in a splint, with a cast being put on on Friday.

So, it's official. I'm the crappiest momma ever.






* In my defence, the child is the queen of drama, and belongs on stage, in fact, she should be awarded an honorary Academy Award for Outstanding Performance in Bawling at Absolutely Everything.
** Okay, so it was only an hour and a half, but the drama queen apple does not fall far from the drama queen tree.


Duel posted here : The Bad Mommy Blog

Nobody tagged me, but I'm going to do it anyway . . .

1. What is in the back seat of your car right now? An empty Mini-pringles packet and 3 tissues.
2. When was the last time you threw up? A couple of years ago, I think
3. What’s your favorite curse word? Darn
4. Name three people who made you smile today. Ciara, and my co workers.
5. What were you doing at 8am this morning? Something terribly important, I'm sure.
6. What were you doing 30 minutes ago? Eating my Nando's Pita Meal
7. What will you be doing 3 hours from now? Something terribly important, I'm sure.
8. Have you ever been to a strip club? Not a strip club, but I've seen boys strip (yawn).
9. What’s the last thing you said aloud? Strangely "If y'all leave at 1, you take your lives into your own hands".
10. What is the best ice cream flavour? Vanilla soft serve with a flake and cherry sauce.
11. What is the last thing you had to drink? Orange juice with my Pita Meal
12. What are you wearing right now? Nothing, ha ha, jeans and a long sleeved shirt
13. What was the last thing you ate? A Nando's Pita meal . . . .
14. Have you bought any new clothing items this week? Nope
15. When was the last time you ran? The last time someone was chasing me, so . . . . um . .. . never
16. What’s the last sporting event you watched? Good Grief, probably some or other cricket
17. Who is the last person you e-mailed? A potential supplier (I had to check my sent items.)
18. Ever go camping? Nope, well maybe when I was younger, but I don't remember (blocked out all bad memories of no warm bed, running water or electricity.)
19. Do you have a tan? Not at this time.
20. Do you drink your soda from a straw? Sometimes, usually not.
21. Are you someone’s best friend? I don't think I am an exclusive best friend, I think a few select people think of me as a good friend
22. What are you doing tomorrow? Getting my hair cut, going to the airport, cleaning and sweet nothing (not in that order, or is it . . . . . ?)
23. Where is your mom right now? At home, chillin' with her entourage
24. Look to your left. What do you see? Shelf with files, my old char, a filing cabinet and the door
25. What colour is your watch? Silver and broken
26. What comes to mind when you think of Australia? Ryan and Daddy.
27. Would you consider plastic surgery? I had my first plastic surgery when I was 12, so yeah, I most definitely would!!!
28. What is your birthstone? What else could it be but a Diamond :-)
29. Do you go in at a fast food place or just hit the drive-thru? Depends.
30. How many kids do you want? Just the one thanks.
31. Do you have a dog? Yes, three beasts who are out to kill me/make me broke/drive me insane
32. Last person you talked to on the phone. Honestly don't remember
33. Have you met anyone famous? Sort of
34. Any plans today? Meeting in 45 minutes, which reminds me, I should go . . . . .

Okay, I'm back . . . .now to continue

35. Ever go to college? Nope

36. Where are you right now? In the office, sitting on my new chair

37. Biggest annoyance in your life right now? Ciaras dad

38. Last song listened to? If my body, something, something, something (Tuks FM)
39. Are you allergic to anything? Lol, same as Glugs - stupidity
40. Favorite pair of shoes you wear all the time? My Nike trainers - love them
41. Are you jealous of anyone? My cat
42. Who is your favorite actor/actress? Hannah Montana
43. What time is it? 03:33
44. Do any of your friends have children? Yes
45. Do you eat healthy? Um no, I eat allot - does that count?
46. What do you usually do during the day? Slave away
47. How old will you be on your next birthday? 33
48. Have you ever been to Europe? Yes, yes I have
49. Name one thing you’d still like to do. Have a power nap every afternoon between 12 and3.
50. Favorite colour? Rose Petal Red or I have no favorite colour. I do have a favorite word : Pi

Things you must do immediately, if not sooner

Watch Rock of Love on Go at 21h30.
This show is fricken fabulous. The basic premise is that Bret Michaels, frontman of 80's/90's rock sensation "Poison" is looking for lurve! You may remember Poison for gems like "Unskinny Bop" and "Every Rose has it's Thorn". Anyhoo, what better place to look for love than National Television - because really, that's where everyone is finding true love these days!
But this is so much better than any of those other wannabee relationship reality shows (of which I have watched Every. Single. One.) in that they have REALLY stupid women on this show! Really, really stupid. This provides for minutes of entertainment for me. From the two dumbest blondes I have ever seen (Candy & Bambi) to the totally wasted Tiffany who likes to dry hump Bret.
Am loving it. You must watch this immediately, if not sooner.

Buy Exile on Mainstream - A decade of Matchbox 20
Yes, this is the best in totality CD I have ever owned. I LOVE every single song on this CD, and go through days of loving certain songs more than others. Yes this CD has been on repeat in my car for 3 months now, and I am not sick of it yet. At the moment I am in love with Rob Thomas, and want him to be the father of my, as yet unnamed, children.

I am currently totally repeating "Bright Lights". Good Grief I really heart this CD.

I have not felt this way about a CD since Alanis Morissettes Jagged Little Pill, and that was 13 years ago!



So, what are you waiting for? - Go already.

The post, just for the sake of posting . . .

Hey . . . .

'Sup?

Why I love Fridays . . .

I simply have to relay this series of e-mails. This is what we do on a Friday afternoon . . .

E-Mail 1 from JA to Me :
Can you solve this?
Only skilled people can open this file....... Once you succeed to openthis file, you will find names of the people who have managed to openthis...... Now it is your turn!
How to open attached file?
A man was travelling to Kasoa
At the bus stop, he met a man with 7 wife’s
Each wife has 12 sons and 12 daughters
Each daughter of the man*s wife’s had 4 sons and 7 daughters
Each son of the man*s wife’s had 7 sons and 4 daughters
Each grand daughter had 4 friends
How many people got to kasoa?
The number of people who got to kasoa is the password to open attached file. Once you have opened it, add Your name and challenge others

E-Mail 2 from Me to JA :
I actually calculated the number of people (it’s 5723 in total) and when that didn’t work I tried 1
The only problem I have is that it does not say anywhere that the other lot of people were NOT going to Kasoa. What the hell were all those people doing at the bus stop if they were not going to Kasoa? And where were they going? It’s like saying the answer is 0 because the man who was travelling to Kasoa changed his mind and got off at the stop before. The variables are not clear!
This was infuriating. It would have been better if the password was 5723 . . .
Good Grief I’m SUCH a nerd!

E-Mail 3 from MA to JA and Me :
He he that is a good point.
On the other hand, how many buses would be needed to transport 5723 people to Kasoa? It's not logical thatany servicewould supply that many buses at one time. With this in mind, I must disagree and say that 5723 would bethe worse possible answer.
I have to agree though that the question being: "How many people got to Kasoa?" is undeterminable as Kerryn suggests, since there is no evidence to substantiate that this man actually got there. All that is absolute is that a man was travelling to Kasoa. The answer IS based on an assumption. With this in mind I wouldsay the best possible answer would be to leavethe Password field blank since the answer is logically unknown.
Wearen't nerds, only forward thinking. ;~)

E-Mail 4 from JA to MA, MS and Me :
Did anybody even consider the bus drivers?

E-Mail 5 from Me to JA, MA and MS :
The logistics did also bother me, but the riddle did not state how many busses there were, nor how many people could fit on to a bus (have you seen those picture of the vehicles packed with layers and layers of people? Kosoa is in Kenya, so you never know.) This of course would have to bring in the question of how many busses were required, and as a result the number of bus drivers too.
However, when these thoughts went through my mind, the "Good Grief, I am such a FORWARD THINKER" thought was already going through my mind and I just had to say "enough already woman!"
I just love Fridays!

E-Mail 6 from MS to JA, MA and Me :
Why Kasoa?
Does anyone else get the feeling that this riddle is a slight on the people of Kenya? I mean overloaded buses, large families, under appreciated public servants (bus driver/s), and a riddle with no real answer???
Perhapsthe author has based the makings of his/her riddle on a bad experience and would at some stage be in desperate needof a hug.Personally I don't think one bad experience is grounds for such a bad riddle, if it were true that is...

E-Mail 7 from Me to MS, JA and MA :
ROTFLMAO
Micheal, I just want to personally thank you for making me laugh so hard that I had tears streaming down my face when my boss walked into my office.
He is still standing here looking at me funny.
And I have a stupid smile on my face.
So thanks.

OMG and WTF

I just returned from a trip to the little girls room and I am totally speechless.

As I walked into the loo, there stood one of the employess CUTTING HER HAIR. In the office loo??

Is that normal?

I-theguy ca-thegan sti-thegill spe-thegeak li-thegike thi-thegis

I look back on my young years and feel truly embarrassed (well not really) of some of the things in my youth.

I am not talking about deliciously juicy things like scandalous sex and such debauchery. It's those other things, ya know - the little things.

• I remember as a young girl in the hood - probably Std5 (or grade 7 for all the post seventies children), my friend and I used to adore speaking gibberish. We thought we were the only two people on the planet who knew it. That was until one day we were giberrishing LOUDLY about how hot the substitute 'library' teacher was. That was of course until he said 'thank you very much' in flawless gibberish.

• The "Fresh Prince of Bell-aire" stage - nuff said!

• The time I fell up the stars in front of a busy parking area and bruised my ribs. Ashamedly, this did not happen that long ago.

• Goldie and Liza - Good times.

• The time I tried to kill myself by walking in the middle of the street and hoping a car would hit me. Because the object of my desire had rejected me. And I had been drinking. And I was 13 or something.
  

What would life be without a few bruised ribs, and at least one suicide attempt? Each of these things has taught me some really valuable lessons.

1. People will remember the stupid things you do forever, so try not to be too stupid.
2. When you are an adult, get new friends who don't remember what an idiot you were in your teenage years. Because your childhood friends will feel no shame in reminding you just how mind-numbingly stupid you were in your youth ;-)

I'm so happy I did the dance of joy!

I got some really brilliant news on the weekend.

My ex-pat brother is coming to visit over December. It's so fricken fabulous I literally jumped for joy when I heard on Sunday.

Ryan totally rocks! He is so much fun to be around, and totally ADORES Ciara. This is so very cool!

Yay me.

Can people possibly get much thicker?

This just arrived in my Inbox a few moments ago "

The latest is that Eskom wants to raise our electricity rates by 53%, but most of us think that it is outrageous and unfair! Why should we pay for their mistakes?

The government is prepared to spend R30+ billion on the stadiums for the 2010 World Cup, and a couple million on generators for these stadiums.
Wouldn't it make more sense to give the money they are prepared to spend on generators to Eskom instead? Maybe then by 2010 they will be able to generate enough power to supply SA and generators will not be needed.

We could write pages and pages about Eskom and their problems, but the bottom line is that they messed up and should not hold us responsible to pay for their mistakes.

If you are against Eskom raising our electricity rates, please sign and send to as many people as you possibly can. Please do not 'Forward it'.
Simply 'Copy and Paste' it into another email. Time is running out and we need to move fast!

Every 500th person should please CC to thulani.gcabashe@eskom.co.za <mailto:thulani.gcabashe@eskom.co.za> , the CEO of Eskom.

Would it not be easier to ask who IS in favour of a 53% hike in electricity rates? Seriously, shouldn't it go without saying that NOBODY wants an increase?

I can only imagine the laughter that will ring through the office of Thulani Gcabashe when he gets dozen's and dozen's of e-mails from all the ignorant and misinformed. I imagine how he will shake his head in delight as he clicks the little 'X' in the tool bar and the annoying little e-mails go away.

That is, of course if Mr. Gcabashe were still CEO of Eskom, which he isn't.

So good luck with this petition guys. . . . no, really . . . hope it makes you feel as though you've done 'something'.

Warning . . . Real emotion ahead

I've really been in a total funk today. I have been pissy, and snappy and I was so sarcastic to my boss a minute ago, he nearly wept.

I have stuff that is bothering me at the moment - so I know what's up with that. But there has been something more. A sadness of the heart I could not explain. A desire to cry, with no good reason.

I just looked at my calender, and saw the date for the first time. 14 March 2008. Eight years since my brothers death.

Gary - I miss you bro.

Live is Life

Killing me softly.

I was without Internet access for about 3 hours today.

I think I just died a little inside . . .

Like a bang, a-boome-boomerang

While reading SweetViolets blog the other day, I clicked on the link for religious fundamentalists, I came across one nutcase who claimed that the high rate of disease and famine in Africa is because us Africans are not a God fearing people, and we are being punished by Him because of this.

While this particular nutcase was pretty much wrong about that whole statement, one commenter posed the question "What about Sweden, they have the lowest percentage of Christians in all the world? What is their punishment for this?"

And someone else (bless him/her for this answer) said "ABBA".

Oh how I chuckled at that. And then it got me thinking about how the lyrics of songs, sung by bands/people who’s first language is not English have really had a profound affect on my life throughout the years, for example :

"Bang, say da da da da

Tell me yes and let's feed the fire

Bang bang, say da da da

Nothin' less, I wanna hear a yes

Bang, say da da da da

Tell me yes and let's feed the fire

Bang bang, say da da da

Tell me yes"

Bang - Gorky Park

OR

"1-2-3-4 walking like a man, hitting like a hammer, she's a juvenile scam. Never was a quitter, tasty like a raindrop, she's got the look. Heavenly bound cause heaven's got a number. When she's spinning me around, kissing is a colour, Her loving is a wild dog, she's got the look."

The Look - Roxette

OR

"Chiquitita, tell me the truth. I'm a shoulder you can cry on. Your best friend, I'm the one You must rely on. You were always sure of yourself. Now I see you've broken a feather I hope we can patch it up together. "

Chiquitta - Abba

And some of my favorite lines by other artists :

I love you like a fat kid loves cake - 50 Cent

you cheated girl my heart beated girl - Trousersnake

I don't wanna be your friend. I wanna f--- you like I'm never gonna see you again - Kid Rock

You should be stronger than me, But instead you're longer than frozen turkey - Amy Winehouse (no surprises here)

Them chickens is ash and I'm lotion - Mariah Carey

And the one-eyed undertaker, he blows a futile horn - Bob Dylan

I don't know what's gotten in to me, but I kinda think I know what it is - Jessica Simpson

Aaah, Good Times . . . Good Times.

Dear You

To the dear woman who works in the open plan office next to my office.

For the love of all things good in this world, please go and see a doctor. You are driving everyone INSANE with your incessant coughing.

Yes, we get that you are sick. Yes, we also get that you are too poor to go to the doctor.
And yes, we all think that perhaps if you kicked that 20 a day habit you wouldn't (a) be sick all the time, and (b) have money to go to the doctor.

The average cost of 1 cigarette is ± 90c. At 20 a day, 30 days a month, that would save you a grand total of R540-00 per month. This would be sufficient to go to the doctor (and get medication) at least once a month.

Thanking you in eager anticipation.



Note : As a smoker, this in no way is in intended to offend smokers. But FFS, if you are spending your last twenty bucks on a pack of smokes instead of milk and bread for your kids, it's time to stop smoking!

My Seven . . .

Hmm, so anyway. I've been tagged by EM&CT to do this thing, so here goes my list :

1. I'm totally anal about making lists. I make lists of work and diarise them on my calendar with time allocation to each task. I make lists of things I must do at home. Before I had the GPS I would make a comprehensive list of directions if I ever needed to go anywhere (like first road : West Street, second road : 4th Avenue, turn left at third road : Mulberry Hill), and then I make a comprehensive list of how to get back. Every time!
2. I truly, honestly and deeply believe that I will never meet my perfect partner. I mean perfect for me (not PERFECT, perfect). And it doesn't bother me in the least. The idea of growing old alone is not depressing or sad - it's something to look forward to.
3. It took me years, and a lot of self therapy to leave the time unset on a clock. I used to be so bad that if there had been a power failure during the day, the very first thing I would do when I got home was to set ALL the clocks in the house. The very first thing.
4. I live Sunday 17h00 to Friday 17h00 on a strict routine. I do the same thing each evening when I get home, and the same thing each morning when I wake up. Everything has it's allocated time. I hate being rushed or late. If something interferes with my routine, it makes me terribly anxious. The weekends are not planned at all (unless I make plans with friends, etc.) I am totally carefree about when things get done over the weekends.
5. Back when I was young, and dinosaurs roamed the earth, I rebelled in a very controlled way. I drank, smoked and had sex, but I limited my shenanigans to the weekend. Monday to Friday I was a good girl who went to school and did my homework and kept on the path to being something more.
6. I don't get addiction, even though I'm a smoker.
7. I think people are of the opinion that I am very strong, but sometimes I cry for the strangest reasons.

Now, I'm supposed to get some others to do this as well, well . . . .

Kim

Bridget

Kyknoord

Lord Wiggly

And yes, I purposely picked 3 of 4 people who probably won't do it :-)

Rules :

1. List 7 weird / wonderful things about you.

2. Link back to my blog.

3. Leave a comment if you like.

Next review . . .

Kim-osabi is my favorite blog ever. Not only because Kim is a wonderful writer, hilariously funny, extremely wise, and right there at the top of the bell curve. It is also because she is my friend IRL.

I lost Kim many years ago in the rough and tumble of life, and thought of her often through the birthing of children. The marriage, the divorce. Through failed relationships and through the ones that didn't fail. In those years there was a missing piece. That last piece of the puzzle that has the wierd little funny guy who makes you laugh on it.

One day I googled Kim, in the off chance that maybe there would be some reference, somewhere. Saint Anthony must have been smiling down on me that day cause I found her cell phone number, and I phoned, and it was her, and the rest is history!!

Kim, I love you dude :-)

Reviews of my favs

My first blog review of Places I Visit Daily over there <--------

Awkward things I say to Girls is about a guy who is a self proclaimed geek. He recounts his tales of how he screws up almost every single conversation he ever has with a member of the opposite sex.
He is also busy telling a story of unrequited love that is amusing, heart warming and cringe worthy (sometimes all at the same time.)
He does not update as often as he should.

Living Bridget . . . . Um, I really don't have the words. Bridget is crazy, and cool and totally fabulous. She is confident and outspoken. She is a mom who loves her pickle. She totally rocks.
Bridget updates almost every day, but it still isn't often enough!

Catherine Singleton is a single gal living in Boston (I think) in the US of A. She is hilarious. She is totally over the top and brilliant. She speaks of all things candidly, and makes me laugh out loud sometimes.

Oops, I just ran out of blogging time. I will eventually review all my favorites.

They are not my favorites for nothing, ya know!

Knocking on deaths door

I’m sick. I have been given a germ I neither asked for, nor wanted (thanks Kim.) And I am the worst kind of person when I’m sick.

I refuse to stay at home, in bed and get better. I come to work and mope around all day. Looking dreadful and feeling even worse. I apparently want to die here at my desk in a pool of phlegm and snot, and then I will be made a martyr. Or, at least some sort of saint.

I’m here at work, where theoretically, I am supposed to actually work. Someone will ask me for something and I will look at them with my best "can’t you see I’m dying" look and say "But I’m sick . . ."

And then I get home after a day of not working very much and Ciara will want me to do all these totally unnecessary things like ‘homework’ and ‘make dinner’.
Sheesh, can’t a girl get a break anywhere!

The Bastards

Okay, I don't want to be known as the chick who blogs about traffic all the time, but everytime I have to brave the N1 on a weekday, I want to scream "Oh, the humanity".

What the fricken hell happened to good manners and obeying simple traffic laws. I fart in the general direction of bad drivers and Eskom.

Y'all suck!


And what is is with people who insist on over explaining everything. Just a few examples :

Person A : The address is 123 Forth Avenue, Fifthville. Do you need directions?
Me : No, s'okay I'll use my GPS.
Person A : But it's really easy, you take this off ramp and turn left, and then second left, and the first right.

WTF? What part of "I'll use my GPS" is confusing? Or "No" for that matter?


Person B : You need to do a quote to Bill at ABC Inc. for two units, okay?
Me : Okay, no probs.
Person B : You need to cost it and send the price to Bill.
Me : Yup, okay, gottit.
Person B : Bill needs the price for the two units, which you must cost, alright?
Me : No, please can you get a white board and draw a picture for me. I don't quite understand. Was that, I must price Bill and send it to ABC at unit. No wait, I must price ABC and send it to unit at Bill. Okay, I think I've got it now.


In the last two days I have managed to stab myself in the thumb (behind the nail) on my right hand, and stab myself on the palm of my left hand.
My self destructive behaviour has reached new heights. I think I may need to talk to someone :-)

The Return

I’m baaack.

Okay, so you never knew I was gone. I was on holiday for three glorious weeks. I have been back at the office since last week Wednesday, but my keyboard and desk have been too damp from the tears to do any actual blogging (or work for that matter).

Anyway, nothing gets the year started like a good bitch ‘n moan, does it? So here goes.

I have a serious thing about the traffic. I cannot understand why one person cannot just be courteous and kind to the next. Why must every person on the road (except me) behaves like a fricken jerk.

My least favorites of the bad drivers are the "I’m all right, Jackers".

These are those people who move so slowly at that "right turn only" green light, that they are the only one who is able to get across, while the rest of us wait, fuming for the next green light, and hope, against all odds that the next person is not an "I’m all right, Jacker".

That idiot who idles their car in the middle of the street at your kids school, to wait the 5, 10 minutes until her kid appears at the gate. While the queue in the SINGLE entry way gets backed up 10km by those parents who will park (out of the way) and get out of their cars to fetch their kids from the gate.

I JUST DON’T GET IT.

On a much more fabulous note, I have the following to report about Ciara :

• She was awarded at a special evening for an outstanding achievement in Numeracy. Only 5 kids from each class were chosen for awards, and I am so proud of her.
• She turned 7 on 8 January - so happy birthday baby - wawi loves you!
• She started Grade 2 the next day.

I came up with some excellent ideas for blogs while I was on holiday, but I can't remember any of them, so, well, this is kind if it.

Sucky post, no?