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.