and this is the story

I realise that many people are going to ask what happened. in order to prevent the annoyance of having to REPEAT myself to everyone (which gets annoying very quickly)

 

 

I went to pick up Tim and Shantal from the Mount Edgecombe Conference Centre and then we headed off the drop Shantal off at her house in Palmview. We were driving along the M41 towards Verulam when a white car clipped a bakkie two cars aheads and then hit a car in front of us and then hit us head on. I swerved to the left which resulted in the front right side of my car being taken out entirely. My car is now sitting waiting to be processed to be written off.

 

that's it. the long and short

 

Three cars were hit and mine was the last. I was hit head on. The worst of my injuries is my wrist but as I can still type all of this, it's NOT that bad.

 

Of course in TRUE me fashion, I still went out to a party after my brief stint in the hospital.

I'm done with Crystal

I changed my name back on facebook today. I really enjoyed my stint as Crystal Meth.

 

Our actions and the re-actions of others are some times entirely unexpected. Changing my facebook name to Crystal Meth was not an action meant to be controversial or anything like that. It was fun of the mostly harmless kind.

 

Not everyone over reacted and I would like to thank the people who treated it the way it was meant to be taken - a good laugh at the strange names that people sometimes have.

 

The list is by no means exhaustive but Crystal is my favourite.

 

OMG ... HSM3 ... WTF???

Toby, Dylan and Kayla. Two nephews and a niece and the possibility of another of each on the way but its two early to tell yet.

Toby lives within a 5km radius of me so I do see him with semi regular frequency. He also gets showered with gifts semi regularly frequently. Little nick naks thing courtesy of McDonald and Baron Sandwich’s children’s meal. Kayla and Dylan don't live so very close to me. So the gift thing happens just about only once a year. This annual gift sending however has to be decent to make up for birthdays and Christmas’s' that have been missed.

Thus every year begins the annual hunt for a few good gifts and despite promising myself that I'll stock up as the year progresses. So in the final weeks as the count to lift off begins, I find my self engaging in a frantic effort to find the perfect memorable educational entirely fun gifts.

A tall order

Dylan is nearly three. So anything that has wheels and is movable counts. And thanks to my input Spiderman and Batman count as well. Now as a child who was into spiderman and Batman cartoons, I can relate to the almost three year old. Bat Mobile ??? Bring it on anytime.

Kayla on the other hand is a little girl. I don’t remember being a little girl. I didn’t have a Barbie. I had a police car and handcuffs. So delving into the world of little girl things is new and incredible scary for me. It was in this journey that I discovered the Jonas Brothers, Hannah Montana and High School Musical.

Previously there were all just names. Names and titles that I breezed by during my daily read of WENN news on IMDB.COM. Today in a trip to get a Spiderman Car (tiny but looks like the bat mobile) I discovered the world of High School Musical otherwise known as HSM. It was enough to leave my head spinning.

There are sticker books WITHOUT STICKERS, wall hangings, games, posters, poster books. The cherry in the proverbial HSM (as it is known in popular circles) was the figurines that cost R329.00 which nearly made me cry.

Those little children that women sometimes spend hours bringing into the world have the nerve to go on ahead and follow a trilogy of musicals that costs thousand of dollars in a supposedly “dying” economy. So while poor people who earn R2500 survive barely making ends meet, Troy and Gabrielle lounge around in New York Penthouses while their looks alikes sit under Christmas trees.

I guess it’s hard being a parent and an Aunt. I closed my eyes and took the HSM stationary set. At least she can use it while getting an education.

boredom makes me blog

it's begun

and it's only the 4th of December.

there are 10 days to go till Tim is also on leave and in 11 days I will be married for FOUR years.
how time flies.

The annoying thing is that I usually have stuff to say and then when I actually sit down to say it, I forget entirely like now. I'm pretty certain that I had a great deal of really very intelligent things to say this morning when I was fast asleep.

if you know anyone who can make shorts, please let me know. I got some really cool material and would like some shorts

the best of times and the worst of times

So last Friday was my last day as an employee of Primedia@home. Now I'm one of around 74 000 people who have been affected by the current economic "crisis". The same crisis that has malls being built all around the country.

Many people are a little weary of my rather light hearted attitude to my current predicament. I find that a little annoying. They all fail to realise that my particular situation is not as dire as others affected by the crisis and that I still have LOADS to be grateful and thankful for.

Bring retrenched opens up a whole new world of opportunities for me. Opportunities that I should seize with both hands and make the best off.

Thank fully I have a job at exclusive books in La Lucia otherwise I might go spare from the boredom.

the best of times: I get all of December off to laze around the beach and do nothing all day

the worst of times: i hate being bored.

my huband thinks I'm ....

HOT

It's almost midnight and i can't sleep. I really hate it when that happens.

I have nine days left at primedia. Who knows what they will hold.

it's hump day

Apparently Wednesday's are hump day's.

Who knew.

on a few things

ON WORK
First I was retrenched.

I even had a last day lunch and all that nonsense only to find out that I had not been retrenched YET.

All of this poses a bit of a problem as it pretty much puts the rest of my life on hold until THE COMPANY decides on a course of action.


ON POLITICS
I had some really profound things to say about the state of the nation, Barack Obama and all that. But now the only thing that’s on my mind is Jacob Zuma’s decree that’s there too much sex and violence on TV.

I only have one thing to say to darling Jacob
“If you think there’s too much sex on TV, get off the TV”


ON OTHER MATTERS
I had my first escapade as a bar tender. Went rather well in my opinion, I now know how to make a Bob Marley, a shit in the forest and a Women’s Revenge. I even made a few jagger bombs on the day.

Unfortunately I have no pics of me to mark the occasion.
Alas but that’s life.

ON LIFE, THE UNIVERSE AND EVERYTHING
42

on a few things

ON WORK
First I was retrenched.

I even had a last day lunch and all that nonsense only to find out that I had not been retrenched YET.

All of this poses a bit of a problem as it pretty much puts the rest of my life on hold until THE COMPANY decides on a course of action.


ON POLITICS
I had some really profound things to say about the state of the nation, Barack Obama and all that. But now the only thing that’s on my mind is Jacob Zuma’s decree that’s there too much sex and violence on TV.

I only have one thing to say to darling Jacob
“If you think there’s too much sex on TV, get off the TV”


ON OTHER MATTERS
I had my first escapade as a bar tender. Went rather well in my opinion, I now know how to make a Bob Marley, a shit in the forest and a Women’s Revenge. I even made a few jagger bombs on the day.

Unfortunately I have no pics of me to mark the occasion.
Alas but that’s life.

ON LIFE, THE UNIVERSE AND EVERYTHING
42

I may have made a mistake

ooops???

it's too late now as I have already committed myself.

Friday night sees me behind the bar for BURN'S annual halloween party

this is not at all a career change but more of and exercise in a laugh a minute.

as per the demand

My last post was a long time ago. If you read further down, you'll find the date yourself.

The last year of my life or so has not been chronicled by me on a public website. A lot has happened.

I suppose in some ways, it has been a difficult year. At the beginning of the year I was given a chance and then had it yanked out from underneath me despite having consistently proved myself. As horrible and pathetic as this might seem, I’m back in the situation that resulted in me being where I am at the moment. All is not lost however, there are plans in the works to make life better or worse … depending in which direction things go.

I must admit, I miss blogging. I liked being able to put my opinions out there for anyone and everyone to read and judge me for. But things have not quite worked out the way I planned. I got my very own laptop and before I became even accustomed to owning one. It was cruelly ripped out my hands.

From church no less.

In the painful days and weeks following the event, I spent much time crying. How could I not? I worked hard for the things I got and to have them taken from me was an incredible betrayal. It still is.

But I suppose you move on. We all move on eventually

hello ... how are you?

it's been a long long time since the last post.

nothing serious happened till now.

And yet I'm reluctant to talk about it other than to say balls of fury.
I've grown a lot since my last post. I stood strong while the waves crashed around me.

perhaps that was the reason for the lack of posting. growth is such a personal thing and while it is important to talk about, perhaps this is not the right setting.

I now officially have an Internet connection at home so if there's a long time between this and the next post. I unfortunately have no excuse.

or I might. I might start growing again.

I'm looking to extending myself. reaching beyond what I thought I could do. Pushing to the next hurdle.

Sometimes the only way to learn to swim is to jump in the deep end. Sometimes you drown. Sometimes you swim.

I am a big ball of smiles

yesterday was not a very easy day for me.

 

 

today I'm all SMILES

 

Today in the first week of the month

 

I MADE budget.

trying to clear my head

This week is not the best week in history for me.

 

Life is not like Toyota where everything keeps going right. This week it all seems to be falling apart. Like Chineu Achebe. Things fall apart.

Except this time it has nothing to do with colonialism. Perhaps this is a moment that I just need some choc chip ice cream and a bed and time to just fall apart.

 

This I suppose is a moping post and it has much to do with my disposition right now.

Yesterday was the most annoying day with the realisation that sometimes family can drive you up the fucking wall.  

 

You try to help people and they turn around and kick you in the butt and then blame you for it.

I called some people to tell them about a job opportunity. Very limited time offer. They call me an hour before the end of the workday to ask what's going on. Unfortunately I work in a world of deadlines. If you can't meet a deadline, don't expect me to come running after you and then sure as hell DO NOT BLAME ME FOR YOUR BLOODY INEFFICIENCY. I do not give a rat's ass about whether you are upset or not

I'm over that. Like someone very special told me. "Don't waste energy on unimportant un intelligent people. IT'S TOO MUCH EFFORT."

 

Unfortunately no one told me what to do about the important intelligent people.  

Perhaps things are falling apart and if they are, I will stand up and be counted.

 

Today a part of me died. It's gone and I may never get it back.

 

 

In the interest of never having parts of me die again here are some tips on being friends with me.

 

 

1)      Don't ever stop talking to me. Gary Chapman of the five love languages says that people have love tanks that need to be filled. My is talking. Talking to me says to me that you acknowledge me. That you see and hear me. Talk at me, scream at me. Whatever you do or don't do. JUST NEVER EVER NOT TALK TO ME.

 

This rule applies only in an argument and is actually the only rule to being friends with me.

 

This is a very strange post cos right now I'm in a very strange mood. 

I am a blue flame of furious

I could be Jack's raging bile duct.

 

There are moments in your life when throwing a tantrum is perfectly acceptable. When you want to scream and shout and throw things around.

I had one of those days yesterday.

 

My darling husband bought me an MP4 player and a FM modulator for Christmas.

My darling cousin Jackie put loads of music on it for me. Music to my hearts content

In theory a perfect concept and then the damn thing stopped working.

I had a little tantrum where I called Tim and screamed about buying stupid no name CRAP and then proceeded to calm down courtesy of the brilliant sounds of Tiesto.

After my meeting, I sat in my car and painstakingly tried to figure out what was wrong with the MP4 player and all it's friends. I did so. I even managed to get to the stage where I had plugged in some head phones and happily driving along listening to Alanis Morrisette. It seemed fitting to have her mournful cadence filling my ears.

I was driving along happily singing along

And then

 

AND THEN.

 

THE ****ING BATTERY DIED.

 

The battery died.

This then resulted in another call to Tim that featured loads of alternate screaming and hysterical laughing. You know what they say. You scream or laugh. I did both.

 

AND THEN

 

I was told that I'm doing enough work, despite having three very lucrative potential things on the table. I understand where management is coming from. I really do understand.

I really really do.

BUT

I was having a bad day.

And as rational as the thoughts may be, I was not really in the mood to hear them. As I've said a million times before. BAD DAY

 

The absolute cherry on the cake was ordering a toasted sandwich and it wasn't toasted.

 

By this stage I was in no mood to deal with anything at all ever.

 

But I'm okay now.

 

At least I think so

Ladies and gentlemen, it’s official.

The night lights have been turned on again in Durban.


It was a beautiful event. In all of it’s narcotic and drunken glory. It was a night of celebration for everyone who attended; a veritable orgy of light and sound. March 1st 2008 will go down in history as one of the best night ever.

That’s all. I can’t really say much more other than that the pink went down very well.

And finally two word’s to the brilliant DJ’s

PLAY ON, PLAY ON.


Oh and I broke all my black bangles …. Darn

VOTE OF THANKS

Thank you to JEREMY. You made it happen.
Thank you to JACKIE for doing my hair.
Thank you to BAHEYA. I promise not to be as much trouble next time.
Thank you to LILY ROSE. Hot stuff lady.
Thank you to the DJ that played Detroit City. Who ever you are, you fulfilled one of my fantasies.
THANK YOU to MARC T. You are the SHIT.


Finally and most importantly. THANK YOU to MR HOLROYD. You are IT.

black bangles

I've never been one for bangles. I never had any and when I did, they got annoying and thy broke too quickly and I suppose there was a whole host of reasons, I never wore bangles.

 

But then there was a change in lifestyle that came with a reluctance to wear my expensive sentimental jewellery to clubs and other dodgy places. Not wearing anything at all was not an option as I had become very attached to having something on my wrist and it feels weird to not wear anything on it.

 

My cheap jewellery of choice became bangles. Black bangles in particular. There was no sinister reason or anything behind it. It was actually more practical than anything.

Black goes with everything and I tend to wear a lot of black. So black bangles made sense.

 

Then came along the inevitable.

I had the bangles and I wanted to wear them. So I did. Not all the time but whenever I felt like I did. Loads of bangles jingling on my arm. I kinda liked it. It was fun and nice and I continued on this way constantly searching for the perfect black bangles.

 

And then it happened.

 

'THE QUESTION'.

The question took me entirely by surprise. I am aware that there are people who find the devil in every nook and cranny but I was completely unprepared when it came at me.

"Is there any meaning behind wearing black bangles?"

 

Talk about being sucker punched. All the air that was floating around my system helping me maintain that daily act of breathing flew out in a gush. A feather could have knocked me over. And the person who almost always had something to say was left entirely speechless.

 

As I flustered an answer my opponent already had the left hook ready and waiting.

"Just cos that some African tribes wear certain bangles and thing as something to do with their ancestors" or something to that effect. The blood rushing to my head did not allow for accurate memory retention.

 

So down I went. My only option was to flee. Fast and furious I went out in the wide open room.

Reeling.

 

Is it really a big deal? Black bangles? I'm not really sure. I'll tell you on thing for certain. I bought then from a Pakistani guy at Gen City in Phoenix. They're cheap and three of them broke already.

But I like them.

 

I do understand that some people are hell bent (excuse the pun) on finding darkness in every little nook and cranny but well really, there's a limit. I remember being younger and told that I should not wear cross pendants cos Satanists pray over them to make every one who wears them, hate God. This was a bit difficult to swallow as my choice of pendant in nearly all of my jewellery is (didn't see this one coming?) a cross. So then that begs the question must I know never wear crosses my whole life. This coupled with everyone's aversion to black can be disconcerting sometimes.

 

I'm not gonna hid under a rock. Watching what I wear, the colours, they textures or even where it comes from. At the end of the day, it's just stuff and who controls your life and your destiny? Is it your stuff or your maker?

Black bangles, crosses, UV sticks. At the end of the day, it's all synthetic material that does nothing to maintain the delicate balance of the universe.

 

 

It's actually what's on the side that counts.  

pink spandex

Have I ever mentioned how much I absolutely love sitting on the phone and being on hold. I live for it. It makes every moment of my otherwise boring life seem so much more worthwhile. Those moments on the dance floor or eating the most divine food mean nothing when compared to sound of the telephone filling my ears. Everything else seems to pale in comparison to these moment.  Even my wedding day.

 

Okay I might be pushing it a bit now.

 

I've thinking a lot about skin colour recently.

 

Skin colour has been the topic of many an endless debate. Does the colour of your skin define who you are? Does it make you the person you were meant to be? Does it determine the role you play in society and how society itself perceives you?

 

Yes all of these things matter along with the reason I've been thinking about skin colour.

 

It all happened when I walked into a little store tucked away on a corner. Out of mind and out of site. I was dazzled. The clothes were lovely and clothes that in a normal day and time, I would never be wearing. However I had just been on the receiving end of a challenge to make myself noticeable and to "wear something insane". It was a challenge I took on with great relish. I thought about it quite a bit. "Something insane" can mean many things and lately personally, I've grown accustomed to my white hoodie with the skulls and cross bones.

 

So in this little store I stumbled across a neon pink spandex halter neck top that just screamed 'INSANE'. I gave into the voice at the back of me head and bought it.

I went home and demurely tried it on. After all one of my shape and size should never under any circumstances be wearing anything spandex … ever … at all.  Never mind the halter part

And there I was standing on the toilet in my bathroom staring at myself in neon pink spandex

 

Can I just say

 

I looked something brilliant.

 

And it had everything to do with the darkness of my skin. The neon pink seemed to take on a life of it own and really I looked something that I could never imagine my looking like.

Perhaps it was the challenge that enabled me to take this bold step but even to my own critical eye which is too often to put myself down, I could not think of a reason why I should not be seen in neon pink.

 

The point of this little diatribe is that I realised I don't have a problem with the colour of clothes. I look good in any colour. Even neon green. I know this cos I wear neo green every time I teach Sunday school.

 

So my skin colour may not be the favoured one world wide but at least I look good in all the colours the rainbow has to offer.

Okay

 

So after much thought and deliberation, I decided to deactivate my facebook account and oh boy did the queries start rolling in.

There are phases to everyone's life and while mine was obsessed with facebook and blogging for a while. I suppose now I have moved on.

A little anyway. Make no mistake. The urge to log back onto facebook and get some money on Fighter's Club will be one that will be hard to resist. After all for a little while, I lived and breathed Fighter's Club.

 

To be certain I have not exactly moved on entirely from facebook. I'm just taking an extended vacation. Similar to the one I took from blogging.

 

Anyone onto introspection.

I've realised something.

Sometimes I say too much. Please note that there is a distinct difference between talking too much and saying too much.

I say too much

 

Over the last weekend I've really been thinking a lot about how people see me and I must admit that I have no clue.

It's one of those things that you never ever do actually really know.

 

I hear what people say. How they talk about each other and then watch them with the person in question, all smiles and giggles and so taken with them.

Things like that have taught me that no matter how much somebody might be nice to me and compliment my hair, clothes and all that in front of my, it's only really the people that will tell me I look crap when I do that I really trust.

I suppose in a way I've made that a thing of mine.

To be honest. Always. No matter what.

 

I'll try at least.

I just re-connected

Sometimes we forget about the people from our past. They become fond memories that we dredge us and smile about and then put back into their little keep sake boxes. There are friends that we loose touch with. They leave their footprints on our hearts and then for some reason we never see again

And the sometimes just by chance
A little something that you could never see coming … you get the chance to reconnect.

I ran into old friends this year and it’s amazing to have done that. Sometimes it feels as though that time and distance meant nothing cos the connection is still there. It’s nice.

Hopefully this will be a chance to rebuild the bridges that I thought fell. It’s nice to go back in time with somebody that knew you back then.
I have no doubt that I’m a different person now than what I was back then. For one thing I live in my own house with my husband now. I go home if and when I feel like.
The whole house is mine instead of a tiny little bit of it.

So it will be interesting to see if the people we have become connect the same way our 16 year old selves did.


We promised to always stay in touch. Maybe it’s time to keep the promise.

Here’s hoping.

2007 in review

Okay so maybe the blogging thing went out of fashion or then again maybe I really didn’t have anything to say or maybe I got tooo lazy and didn’t feel like making the effort to do a post.

The new job goes well. Not so new anymore though. I started here 8 October and so now it’s just over three months and it’s all going well. The hick up of the last year are over.

It was a strange year last year. A lot of first’s most of which were terrifying and well really didn’t have to happen.
The list of first’ include

- Visit to the emergency room.
- Only report sold during my tenure at MarketWorks
- First brush with anesthetics
- Time staying out all night and only going home in the morning
- Traffic fine for a whopping R1500
- Time at an all you can eat prawn night.
- Time I got to hold my nephew soon after he was born
- Curry cooked by myself

So perhaps the list is not as brilliant looking as what it did last year. 2007 I think was a year of growing up. A lot of growing up.
It would not be accurate to say that I didn’t loose anybody who was close to me at the beginning of the year. So I’ll opt for no one who was close to me at the beginning on the year died. That would be more accurate. Unfortunately 2007 was the year friendships were tested and the resolve strengthened or broken. I have taken moments to mourn the loss of those people in my life but also the time to reflect that sometimes the decicision to let go, despite how painful it might be is the correct one.

In my opinion at the time when it mattered I made the effort to mend the broken fences and that it. It’s done and ready to be served.

I’m looking forward to this new year of blogging. I will try to not have a two month absence again but things are different so posts will not be as often as what they were.

But to you my dear reader, I’m back and ready to roll

Happy New Year. Make the best of it. Make it Happen .