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!
Wednesday, January 30, 2008
Wednesday, January 23, 2008
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!
Thursday, January 17, 2008
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 :-)
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 :-)
Tuesday, January 15, 2008
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.
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?
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