Sorry, its been a while again...
My excuse? F*cking chores. Seriously, not imposed by anyone but myself and it always seems there's something left to do. Argh.
Anyway, so, what's happened since last time...
Oh yes, Tutus and Tiaras! (Picture included). It was freezing in my little joggers, boa and stifling hot under that mask. No, I did not get the outfit wrong, I couldn't find a tutu to fit the morning of the fun run / walk, so I improvised. Don't you think its kickass? hahahahaha - my favourite pastime, making an ass of myself for laughs (well, I have a few others, but... wait, maybe I'll make a list later :))
So, as I was freezing my toit, sexy ass off, I decided to run from the start with my favourite Monster, but I think I jogged for less that 10 minutes. There I was, thinking, you know, I have been training with a personal trainer for three months, I'm definitely fitter than I once was, and then the body gave me a wake up call: "Bitch, we're still recovering from flu, sit yo' ass down before you kill us both!"
I proceeded to walk and wait for the Young One to catch up to me. From that point, it was a competition between me, the Young One, Anti-B and his Foxy Lady to see who stops jogging first. The mask was trez annoying, but part of the outfit. I turned my ankle twice because I couldn't see my feet - lol.
Reaching the "establishments" part of the run (read Beach Boulevard bars) it became tougher. With the hooting and comments coming from said "establishments" you did NOT want to stop running. At this stage, we had also received our very appreciated Standard Bank water bottles. Running past a biker bar (I forget the name), we actually sped up, but Anti-B's Foxy Lady decided to take it slower from there, to which I urged her to "Keep running, they go for the weakest member of the pack". Laughing, she picked up the pace once more.
The Young One kept complaining that she couldn't go as slow as I was, I told her its cause her legs are longer and she needs to shorten her stride. This bantering went on for a while, amidst the huffing and puffing (from my side, mostly).
I eventually finished 2nd woman, 4th all-round, but the depressing part is, the members who decided to walk the distance took only 15 minutes longer than I did to finish the race. Its so very wrong.
Our finish line was the extremely cool Banned Rock Lounge on Marine Circle, and at which, at 16:00 on a Saturday afternoon, I was nodding my head to some heady and heavy music - extremely cool. Unfortunately I missed the burlesque dance, as the Not-So-Ex and I were hosting a braai for some of the runners and the chick from the coolest flatmates ever, Anti-B, the Not-So-Ex and I had decided to play a game of magic.
The Not-So-Ex had just put the meat on the fire when it started drizzling - first time we braaied under an umbrella. I played one game, think I had two beers and then, literally, couldn't keep my eyes open anymore. I'm not sure exactly how early I was in bed, but yeah, Rockstar, in my case, is a mindset only. :)
Wednesday, May 16, 2012
Friday, April 20, 2012
Aging rockstar
So, I was "katjie van die baan" last weekend, come Tuesday, the flu had me flat on my back. It is now Friday and I'm only just surfacing. Not fun at all.
Friday night started raucously, as per usual. I invited Monster and The Young One over for dinner (I don't know, somehow I really enjoy cooking for friends, but not so much just for me and the Not-so-Ex?), which was a lovely Caribbean fish curry - awesomeness. Tequila Tart joined us as well, as well as Long Lost Friend and brother. Savannahs, Amstels, Windhoeks and MUCH RED WINE was partaken in before waltzing off to Mercury. To be seduced by the vocals of Michelle Breeze - amazingness.
Truth be told, many of the songs flowed into one another for me (not knowing them that well) but I had goosebumps none the less, and stood fascinated, watching the stage for their entire spellbinding performance.
Afterwards, there was much fun to be had at the bar with friends - Jagermeister won again. Finally, I bummed a lift with two of Tequila Tart's friends, as everyone else was obviously going to party much later than I intended to, seeing as I needed my beauty sleep for the next night's show.
Woke up with an almightly head ache which was SO NOT justified by the amount of alcohol I had consumed the night before - I didn't drink as much as I had mixed my alcohol: Big mistake.
The not-so-ex and I then traipsed down to Villa Taverna for breakfast and the Stormers / Crusaders game, then returned home so I could, for one last time, practice all my toons. By then, the four Panados had started doing what they were paid to do.
Monster and The Young One fetched me at 16:00 and soundcheck was complete at 9:15 (when the doors had already opened to the venue). Monster, TDB, me and another League of Doom member wizzed off to the Monster's house to get ready - read change wardrobe and add make up.
By this time, my heart rate was doing around 160 km/h as I was about to perform on a stage for the first time in over a decade. I couldn't remember the notes I had to play on my first song (which also happened to be the first song of the set).
Anyway, we returned to the venue, got on stage and waited for the curtain to be lifted. Heartrate accelarated to 200 km/h.
Two minutes into the song, I tried my notes, the 1st ones were wrong, but still harmonised, and by the second time around - I had them. This did not decelerate the heart rate, however, all it accomplished was to make me start grooooooooooving behind that keyboard. And then I started to enjoy it.
At the end of every gig I've ever played, though, its hard to remember what happened in each song, but this time round, I do. Including the comments shouted from the audience by the female member of the coolest-flatmates-ever.
Sunday I invited the Monster and The Young One around for dinner once more - the Not-So-Ex was off to watch soccer and I did not feel like eating dinner by myself. Drank 3 glasses of wine and went to bed pissed.
By Monday afternoon, I had no voice, was coughing and had a fever.
Tuesday saw me in bed until yesterday.
Tequila Tart is doubting that I'm a rockstar.
I have to agree... :)
Friday night started raucously, as per usual. I invited Monster and The Young One over for dinner (I don't know, somehow I really enjoy cooking for friends, but not so much just for me and the Not-so-Ex?), which was a lovely Caribbean fish curry - awesomeness. Tequila Tart joined us as well, as well as Long Lost Friend and brother. Savannahs, Amstels, Windhoeks and MUCH RED WINE was partaken in before waltzing off to Mercury. To be seduced by the vocals of Michelle Breeze - amazingness.
Truth be told, many of the songs flowed into one another for me (not knowing them that well) but I had goosebumps none the less, and stood fascinated, watching the stage for their entire spellbinding performance.
Afterwards, there was much fun to be had at the bar with friends - Jagermeister won again. Finally, I bummed a lift with two of Tequila Tart's friends, as everyone else was obviously going to party much later than I intended to, seeing as I needed my beauty sleep for the next night's show.
Woke up with an almightly head ache which was SO NOT justified by the amount of alcohol I had consumed the night before - I didn't drink as much as I had mixed my alcohol: Big mistake.
The not-so-ex and I then traipsed down to Villa Taverna for breakfast and the Stormers / Crusaders game, then returned home so I could, for one last time, practice all my toons. By then, the four Panados had started doing what they were paid to do.
Monster and The Young One fetched me at 16:00 and soundcheck was complete at 9:15 (when the doors had already opened to the venue). Monster, TDB, me and another League of Doom member wizzed off to the Monster's house to get ready - read change wardrobe and add make up.
By this time, my heart rate was doing around 160 km/h as I was about to perform on a stage for the first time in over a decade. I couldn't remember the notes I had to play on my first song (which also happened to be the first song of the set).
Anyway, we returned to the venue, got on stage and waited for the curtain to be lifted. Heartrate accelarated to 200 km/h.
Two minutes into the song, I tried my notes, the 1st ones were wrong, but still harmonised, and by the second time around - I had them. This did not decelerate the heart rate, however, all it accomplished was to make me start grooooooooooving behind that keyboard. And then I started to enjoy it.
At the end of every gig I've ever played, though, its hard to remember what happened in each song, but this time round, I do. Including the comments shouted from the audience by the female member of the coolest-flatmates-ever.
Sunday I invited the Monster and The Young One around for dinner once more - the Not-So-Ex was off to watch soccer and I did not feel like eating dinner by myself. Drank 3 glasses of wine and went to bed pissed.
By Monday afternoon, I had no voice, was coughing and had a fever.
Tuesday saw me in bed until yesterday.
Tequila Tart is doubting that I'm a rockstar.
I have to agree... :)
Friday, April 13, 2012
Hello again!
I'm not even going to apologise.
I have a life - a very, very busy life, deal with it :)
Recent happenings:
Received a competent vote for stupid f*ck w*nk - but more on that later: grrrrrrr!!!
Moved back in with the not-so-ex.
Have a personal trainer.
Three times a week running (well, jogging and walking) on Devil's Peak.
Reading A Song of Ice and Fire.
Went to Ramfest!!!
Band practice (and NOT so much dinner club) twice a week for 3 weeks.
Too much food and chocolates at Easter
After hour appointments (although not so much recently).
You get the picture.
Why am I here again?
Oh, stupid f*ck w*nk. After slogging away and sacrificing three months of my life and paying the equivalent of a bad month's salary, it is NOT YET DONE!!! NO! The wonderful folks over at the Estate Agency Affairs Board, expect me to write the exam, which I wrote in 2007, again. Why, you ask? Because I did not write it in 2003. Really?!!! And, the best part is, I get to PAY for the privilege!!! Argh!
Anyway, that's in June, and no use bitching about, but F*CK I'm pissed off about it.
In happier news: the not-so-ex, being the awesome boyfriend that he is, purchased a Ramfest ticket for moi! (Couldn't afford it) and oh, Gods, it was fun. Didn't see so many bands as I just had a kickass time with the coolest flatmates ever! And it took me three days to recover, regardless of the fact I didn't even drink that much - the body, it is definitely aging now :( But still had so much fun!
About a month ago I was invited to partake in an ensemble gig - with fellow doom appreciators and musicians. It took me three weeks to be able to play one of the songs - am quite proud of that feat, I have to say. The three other songs also kicked my ass for a while, but I prevailed! This weekend I will be on stage for the first time in approximately 11 years!!! Hectic.
Also this weekend, I will be going to watch Fetish, whom I confess not to know well AT ALL! But so excited. Plus, the Monster, being the wonderful friend that he is, bought me a CD of theirs to familiarise myself with before tonight. Its amazing! And the funny thing is, I don't recall ever watching them live, but the songs are all familiar already?! 'Tis a mystery. Then again, I have about nine years swallowed in a haze of drunkenness whilst being the keyboard playing in a Cape Town Doom Band :)
Sunday, though... Sunday I will be spending on the couch. Under a blankie, with loads and loads of movies! Can't wait. I don't remember the last time I spent a day doing nothing. (It probably happened more recently than I can recall, but that's the point - I don't recall.)
The rest of the weekends of this month are already swallowed up with social and work engagements / commitments, including a run for charity, catching up with a batty friend, a baby shower and a much-looked-forward-to family lunch, so Sunday is mine. Except for cooking a roast for the not-so-ex who will be working, and I plan on making it awesome!!!
I have a life - a very, very busy life, deal with it :)
Recent happenings:
Received a competent vote for stupid f*ck w*nk - but more on that later: grrrrrrr!!!
Moved back in with the not-so-ex.
Have a personal trainer.
Three times a week running (well, jogging and walking) on Devil's Peak.
Reading A Song of Ice and Fire.
Went to Ramfest!!!
Band practice (and NOT so much dinner club) twice a week for 3 weeks.
Too much food and chocolates at Easter
After hour appointments (although not so much recently).
You get the picture.
Why am I here again?
Oh, stupid f*ck w*nk. After slogging away and sacrificing three months of my life and paying the equivalent of a bad month's salary, it is NOT YET DONE!!! NO! The wonderful folks over at the Estate Agency Affairs Board, expect me to write the exam, which I wrote in 2007, again. Why, you ask? Because I did not write it in 2003. Really?!!! And, the best part is, I get to PAY for the privilege!!! Argh!
Anyway, that's in June, and no use bitching about, but F*CK I'm pissed off about it.
In happier news: the not-so-ex, being the awesome boyfriend that he is, purchased a Ramfest ticket for moi! (Couldn't afford it) and oh, Gods, it was fun. Didn't see so many bands as I just had a kickass time with the coolest flatmates ever! And it took me three days to recover, regardless of the fact I didn't even drink that much - the body, it is definitely aging now :( But still had so much fun!
About a month ago I was invited to partake in an ensemble gig - with fellow doom appreciators and musicians. It took me three weeks to be able to play one of the songs - am quite proud of that feat, I have to say. The three other songs also kicked my ass for a while, but I prevailed! This weekend I will be on stage for the first time in approximately 11 years!!! Hectic.
Also this weekend, I will be going to watch Fetish, whom I confess not to know well AT ALL! But so excited. Plus, the Monster, being the wonderful friend that he is, bought me a CD of theirs to familiarise myself with before tonight. Its amazing! And the funny thing is, I don't recall ever watching them live, but the songs are all familiar already?! 'Tis a mystery. Then again, I have about nine years swallowed in a haze of drunkenness whilst being the keyboard playing in a Cape Town Doom Band :)
Sunday, though... Sunday I will be spending on the couch. Under a blankie, with loads and loads of movies! Can't wait. I don't remember the last time I spent a day doing nothing. (It probably happened more recently than I can recall, but that's the point - I don't recall.)
The rest of the weekends of this month are already swallowed up with social and work engagements / commitments, including a run for charity, catching up with a batty friend, a baby shower and a much-looked-forward-to family lunch, so Sunday is mine. Except for cooking a roast for the not-so-ex who will be working, and I plan on making it awesome!!!
Monday, October 10, 2011
My blood remains green...
And life carries on...
Stupid f*ck wank has been handed in. Whether I will be receiving a "competent" vote, will remain to be seen. At the end, I didn't even consider my answers, and I didn't overthink them, so... Well, we'll cross that bridge when we get there - in a month's time.
Other than that, I was quite despondent yesterday morning after the Boks' exit at the World Cup. I'm not going to go into it too deeply, I'm no rugby "kenner", but, when a ref makes that many mistakes, shouldn't the line judges point out a few? At the end of the day though, despite the "experience" of our team and the majority of possession and territory, the simple fact of the matter is, we could not get over the try line.
What makes it all the sadder, is that, Sunday morning, I was at the hallowed grounds of Newlands to watch it. A very good friend of mine won tickets to Bok Town. Essentially, you could pitch your tent on the pitch (hahahaha), sleep over after consuming much alcohol and as many Spur burgers as you could stomach. The Not-so-ex and I arrived around 16:30 on Saturday afternoon, pitched The Monster's tent (without too much trouble) and then proceeded to buy an SA wig, a jersey for me, and double brandy and cokes - as you do.
We even had our photo taken with Bokkie! Crouching! All very festive.
I do, however, now hate blow up mattresses. Seriously, they are k*k! Sunday morning saw me queue for 20 minutes to get a cuppa joe and some tea for the Not-so-ex, during which time, the Not-so-ex packed up everything, bless him. He had to rush off to work after the game.
So, the game is on, my heart is pounding, I'm shouting loud enough that our Boys can hear me in New Zealand, I'm wearing my wig and my top, EVERYTHING... and they're not scoring. I don't think I've ever smoked as many cigarettes at one game as Sunday morning.
And then... the heartbreaking result. We're out. At first there was complete disbelief, almost like I expected the referee (who I do hope has indigestion until next year) to say, nah, boys, there's five more minutes. The grounds were quiet, the other bok supporters on this night out hardly even spoke to each other. They just made their way to the gates, with their camping gear, completely dispondent. I had to wipe away a few tears, myself. The Not-so-ex completely understood, though, England was knocked out the day before, although he doesn't get quite as emotional as I.
After getting home, it took me a further 20 minutes, and then I accepted it.
Its funny, this patriotic thing. On Friday night we went for sundowners in Campsbay with the Not-so-ex, one of his neighbours and the long-lost-sister. Afterwards we went back to our house for a braai. Both neighbours asked the long-lost-sister which team she supports - she has English and Australian citizenship, and they could not understand or accept her answer of, "I really don't know". Of course, I don't understand it at all, but then, my blood is green and I was raised on braaivleis, sunshine and rugby, so what I can understand, is someone else not really caring if their country's rugby team win or not.
Its still sad, though. Hell, it would have been nice to be the first country to retain that trophy. And I'm pretty sure Danie Rossouw is not so popular even with himself right now.
On a more positive note, though, last night we slept on our new foam mattress for the first time and I slept like a log! Was fantastic. (Although, being all hayfevered up could have helped with the sleeping).
And that's that, for now. Tune in soon - I'm gonna try and do these more often now.
Stupid f*ck wank has been handed in. Whether I will be receiving a "competent" vote, will remain to be seen. At the end, I didn't even consider my answers, and I didn't overthink them, so... Well, we'll cross that bridge when we get there - in a month's time.
Other than that, I was quite despondent yesterday morning after the Boks' exit at the World Cup. I'm not going to go into it too deeply, I'm no rugby "kenner", but, when a ref makes that many mistakes, shouldn't the line judges point out a few? At the end of the day though, despite the "experience" of our team and the majority of possession and territory, the simple fact of the matter is, we could not get over the try line.
What makes it all the sadder, is that, Sunday morning, I was at the hallowed grounds of Newlands to watch it. A very good friend of mine won tickets to Bok Town. Essentially, you could pitch your tent on the pitch (hahahaha), sleep over after consuming much alcohol and as many Spur burgers as you could stomach. The Not-so-ex and I arrived around 16:30 on Saturday afternoon, pitched The Monster's tent (without too much trouble) and then proceeded to buy an SA wig, a jersey for me, and double brandy and cokes - as you do.
We even had our photo taken with Bokkie! Crouching! All very festive.
I do, however, now hate blow up mattresses. Seriously, they are k*k! Sunday morning saw me queue for 20 minutes to get a cuppa joe and some tea for the Not-so-ex, during which time, the Not-so-ex packed up everything, bless him. He had to rush off to work after the game.
So, the game is on, my heart is pounding, I'm shouting loud enough that our Boys can hear me in New Zealand, I'm wearing my wig and my top, EVERYTHING... and they're not scoring. I don't think I've ever smoked as many cigarettes at one game as Sunday morning.
And then... the heartbreaking result. We're out. At first there was complete disbelief, almost like I expected the referee (who I do hope has indigestion until next year) to say, nah, boys, there's five more minutes. The grounds were quiet, the other bok supporters on this night out hardly even spoke to each other. They just made their way to the gates, with their camping gear, completely dispondent. I had to wipe away a few tears, myself. The Not-so-ex completely understood, though, England was knocked out the day before, although he doesn't get quite as emotional as I.
After getting home, it took me a further 20 minutes, and then I accepted it.
Its funny, this patriotic thing. On Friday night we went for sundowners in Campsbay with the Not-so-ex, one of his neighbours and the long-lost-sister. Afterwards we went back to our house for a braai. Both neighbours asked the long-lost-sister which team she supports - she has English and Australian citizenship, and they could not understand or accept her answer of, "I really don't know". Of course, I don't understand it at all, but then, my blood is green and I was raised on braaivleis, sunshine and rugby, so what I can understand, is someone else not really caring if their country's rugby team win or not.
Its still sad, though. Hell, it would have been nice to be the first country to retain that trophy. And I'm pretty sure Danie Rossouw is not so popular even with himself right now.
On a more positive note, though, last night we slept on our new foam mattress for the first time and I slept like a log! Was fantastic. (Although, being all hayfevered up could have helped with the sleeping).
And that's that, for now. Tune in soon - I'm gonna try and do these more often now.
Tuesday, August 30, 2011
Its about time...
I am actually feeling guilty today about my lack of blogging.
I'm not even gonna give you the reasons, although they're plentiful.
Truth is, I've had absolutely nothing good to say recently.
I've been struck by watching a few post-apocolyptic movies and a few zombie ones and in-between the nightmares they have given me, I have yet again realised what a sad, pathetic species we are. Although these were only movies, they induced thoughts that I'm sure have always simmered somewhere, quietly, in my soul, but now they erupted, in a diluge.
As I said to my beloved Monster, during our two hour debate on all the evils in the world one night, we (him and I, and collectively the human race) are stuck in this circle (of the debate) as even I, who really feel these things in my soul, don't have the answers.
Oh, I have many, MANY opinions on what should be done, but they will still only treat a symptom, not the actual problem.
So you ask - what are the problems?
The absolute lack of respect people have for one another, for the belongings of another, for the environment, for animals... the list carries on. Now, you might say, that's only a small part of the population. NO!!! Think about every driver on our roads - people cutting in, not letting other road users in ahead of them (when they need to cross a busy street!), etc.
As an example, take the stupid f*ck wank - yes, it is NOT yet done. Six weeks ago, I phoned the Estate Agency Affairs Board - I need an original certificate for the board exam I wrote in 2007. Dutifully, I fax them a letter with the address, my proof of payment, etc. The next three weeks, I phone every two days to follow up, leaving messages for one "Molly" to confirm if she received my fax. It has been six weeks, I have yet to receive that phone call. I would jot that down as a complete lack of respect - I leave you several messages, but you do not think I am important enough to phone back. In the mean time, I finally find out that they originally gave me the incorrect fax number, another three weeks later (having e-mailed them the original fax and proof of payment) I am hoping to recieve my certificate in two weeks time.
The recent rhino stories break my heart, and I don't even want to go into it.
Actually, I don't want to go in on any of it, anymore. There is so little light in this world, so little good, and we don't see enough of it. So I will tell you of a little good.
The Not-So-Ex's uncle and aunt recently celebrated their 60th wedding anniversary. It is amazing that, in this day and age, there are people still committed to the long haul. I don't think we have enough of it around.
So, everyone, I'm signing off, asking you to shine a little light, in whichever way you can, the simplest thing you do could mean the world to someone else. And, maybe, on another day, I will go into some more of the ills of our society, today I just do not have the energy and my happy light might be extinguished.
And tonight, I will try NOT to be one of the road users with rage.
I'm not even gonna give you the reasons, although they're plentiful.
Truth is, I've had absolutely nothing good to say recently.
I've been struck by watching a few post-apocolyptic movies and a few zombie ones and in-between the nightmares they have given me, I have yet again realised what a sad, pathetic species we are. Although these were only movies, they induced thoughts that I'm sure have always simmered somewhere, quietly, in my soul, but now they erupted, in a diluge.
As I said to my beloved Monster, during our two hour debate on all the evils in the world one night, we (him and I, and collectively the human race) are stuck in this circle (of the debate) as even I, who really feel these things in my soul, don't have the answers.
Oh, I have many, MANY opinions on what should be done, but they will still only treat a symptom, not the actual problem.
So you ask - what are the problems?
The absolute lack of respect people have for one another, for the belongings of another, for the environment, for animals... the list carries on. Now, you might say, that's only a small part of the population. NO!!! Think about every driver on our roads - people cutting in, not letting other road users in ahead of them (when they need to cross a busy street!), etc.
As an example, take the stupid f*ck wank - yes, it is NOT yet done. Six weeks ago, I phoned the Estate Agency Affairs Board - I need an original certificate for the board exam I wrote in 2007. Dutifully, I fax them a letter with the address, my proof of payment, etc. The next three weeks, I phone every two days to follow up, leaving messages for one "Molly" to confirm if she received my fax. It has been six weeks, I have yet to receive that phone call. I would jot that down as a complete lack of respect - I leave you several messages, but you do not think I am important enough to phone back. In the mean time, I finally find out that they originally gave me the incorrect fax number, another three weeks later (having e-mailed them the original fax and proof of payment) I am hoping to recieve my certificate in two weeks time.
The recent rhino stories break my heart, and I don't even want to go into it.
Actually, I don't want to go in on any of it, anymore. There is so little light in this world, so little good, and we don't see enough of it. So I will tell you of a little good.
The Not-So-Ex's uncle and aunt recently celebrated their 60th wedding anniversary. It is amazing that, in this day and age, there are people still committed to the long haul. I don't think we have enough of it around.
So, everyone, I'm signing off, asking you to shine a little light, in whichever way you can, the simplest thing you do could mean the world to someone else. And, maybe, on another day, I will go into some more of the ills of our society, today I just do not have the energy and my happy light might be extinguished.
And tonight, I will try NOT to be one of the road users with rage.
Thursday, June 30, 2011
Birthdays! Again!
Anyway, so the birthday. It was fabulous!
There is something so awesome about being led into a place with your eyes closed, only to open them and the best family members and friends break into Happy Birthday! In the SPUR!!! A kiddies party! I cannot remember the last time in my life I was as embarassed as I was when the waiters came to sing happy birthday. I didn't even count how many they were.
The only disappointment of the evening were the potato faces in my kiddies' meal. I LOVE potatoes, but these, seriously, tasted like play dough - not nice at all. But cute. At least the not-so-ex ordered me a steak as well, but the viennas in the kiddies' meal were yummy. Those potatoes, though... I think parents should try the food on the kiddies' menu BEFORE they order it for their children.
Hillarity ensued as the helium balloons were opened. The not-so-ex's rendition of Alicia Keys' Falling in and out of love being the highlight. And serenading me with Happy Birthday once more! Laughed my butt off!
And then we proceeded to what Dearest Friend calls the Meat Market. To dance our tootsies off. Thankfully the 80's tunes (which the not-so-ex and The Beautiful Em of the Gems thoroughly enjoyed), didn't play ALL night, although I was quite irritated that I missed out dancing to Aerosmith's Pink while spending 25 minutes at the bar, trying to get a beer. This DESPITE the huge Its My Birthday badge on my chest!
So, at 1:30 CindeEsther returned home, but couldn've partied soooooo much harder! Will have to make up for that next time and get a taxi home.
Breakfast on Sunday morning was spent with The Housemate and Mr Driver at Nitida's Tables. I had the loveliest New Yorker sarmie - that's the photo. Couldn't even finish it. The rest of the day was spent in the lounge, on the mattress, under blankies, watching funny movies.
All in all, not the hardest partying birthday ever, but had a fabulous time without the hangover!
And now... back to life (read stupid f*ck w*nk). I shouldn't technically even be blogging. Just slog away at the RPL. G*d, I hate it!
And Monster - add to your list: Incessant advertisements on life cover, one after the other, only to be separated by ads on your digestive system. Last night, seriously, there were 4 Dettol ads in a row!!!
Tuesday, June 21, 2011
Birthdays!
Anyway, so we shall report on June thus far...
I missed The Monster's birthday and (separate subsequent party) this year. The honeymoon, I think it has eaten my social life.
Tarty was nice enough to take me out to a lunch (at which she was subjected - once again - to talk of the not-so-ex) Sorry, Tarty, I promise, really, really soon, that the incessant drivel about how happy I am will stop.
On top of the honeymoon continuum, I have enrolled in the lovely (stupid f*ck w*ank) to use the Monster's phrase, RPL process for estate agents. There's the next three months' worth of weekends... down the toilet. Loving it...
At least the 3 day classroom we attended was great! The agent really made me actually want to do this again. Its been three weeks, I think I need to go see her again. Fantastic motivational person! And the lunches... oh, the lunches... but then, we are paying in excess of R5000.00 for this (stupid f*ck w*ank) lovely course, so... yeah, you better give me a good lunch.
The next event to report, was the birthday of the not-so-ex. My finances this month being what it was (shhhh... we're not talking about it), the birthday present was too lame to mention here. Although there was a new robe involved. And no, NOT the Emperor's kind.
Due to the wonderful Cape Coupon book my brave assistant gets every month, the not-so-ex was treated to a dinner at the fabulous Simon's at Groot Constantia. Dinner was divine, and his immortalised comment "That was the best pork dish I've eaten in my life" (this from a complete porkaholic), was classic. So was the wine, at R195.00 per bottle. Thank Goddess the coupon was for one main meal. (And the not-so-ex paid 1 bottle of wine) But the food was spectacular, we were right next to the fire place (only three other tables with occupants) and it was toasty inside.
The weekend that ensued was spent in Barrydale, courtesy of The Neighbour's parents, with the Gems. On the road trip we stopped at Viljoensdrift for a picnic that included Choppy Choppy (which I adore!!!) and LOADS of cheese. Life is so good. Upon arrival at the Thrasher's, The Neighbour's mom had made a wonderful pasta dish, and home made APPLE PIE!!! I don't WANT to know the amount of calories consumed. Speaking of which, I think its time to start the dreaded "watching what I eat". I'd rather NOT wake up in September and realise its gonna have to be a starvation diet from thereon in...
But I digress, the rest of the weekend was spent talking, smoking, singing (Patsy Kline - Crazy - at the top of my lungs and George Michael (Sorry Monster) along with the female member of the Gems), sleeping, drinking and eating at, among others, Ronnie's Sex shop, The Country Pumpkin, Clarke of the Karoo and others. Great weekend away (and fabulous end to the not-so-ex's birthday week). That's right, he doesn't have a day... he has a WEEK.
Anyway, so, on the public holiday, I was in the office, doing research for the lovely (stupid f*ck w*ank) RPL course, and I also sacrificed last Saturday. And I'm behind... so behind...
But... I've closed two deals for the month, am hopeful to conclude another big one before the 30th and... Saturday is my birthday!!!
Well, first it is The Beautiful Em of the Gems' party on Friday night. I have given myself this weekend off. I will probably drink way too much for my own good on Friday night, then drive home (slowly) on Saturday morning for the Housemate to make me pretty for my surprise party! YAY! (Seriously, I'm like a kid about this). The Not-so-ex is organising, and I don't know what is happening, at all! Excited!!!
So, hope that's a long enough post for everyone. I will try and put an update on after the party. (Although, for now, my Sunday plans are couch and movies). I'm probably gonna feel my age!
Who you tryin' to get crazy with ese? Don't you know I'm loco?
Bwahahahahahaha!
Oh, and the picture DOES have something to do with the blog - it was scratched on a table in Ronnie's Sex Shop.
Tuesday, May 31, 2011
Jagermeister... enough said
I have been chastised recently for my lack of blogs.
I do apologise, but it is LOVELY to know how popular I am. Seriaas!
Sooo… I guess this is where I go into my excuses?
I have been working my butt off the last month, sacrificing public holidays and lying in on Saturday mornings, trying to let one of my houses. Needless to say, a lot of it was wasting time. Take election day. I went to make my mark early, and thus sat at the property from 14:00 until 17:00, for 4 prospective tenants who were interested in viewing it. One had the audacity to tell me over the phone that I should sit in the morning, as he wanted to go have lunch in Franschoek that day! I politely told him, no. And then, of the four tenants who desperately wanted to view it, ONE pitches up, at 16:45. I have still not closed the deal on this fricking house. And, despite working my butt off, I am earning less than my basic outgoings this month – JOY!
Other than that, the honeymoon is NOT quite over *gush* and I have enjoyed spending time with the not-so-ex. So much so, that I don’t stop talking about him. I landed myself in trouble with this on Saturday night. The male half of The Coolest Flatmates Ever had a birthday party. It was supposed to be an early night. Tequila Tart and the female half of The Coolest Flatmates Ever decided I had to forfeit every time I mention the-not-so-ex’s name, and stoopidly, I accepted the challenge.
And had five Jagermeisters in the space of an hour. Baaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaad idea!
The not-so-ex rocked up (he was my lift home, thank the gods) and literally 30 minutes later I was whispering in his ear “I have to go lie down for a bit”. “Lying down for a bit” turned out to be 5 minutes, before I had to dash to the bathroom. I was then kicked out of the bathroom by Dearest Friend, and whispered a new line in the-not-so-ex’s ear. “I don’t feel well”. Like the chivalrous gentleman that he is, he pronounced to a few partakers that he is taking me home. For some reason, that still makes me feel all warm and fuzzy. The only part of the trip home I remember, is sitting in the corner of the lift leaving their flat.
Once home, I spent some quality time getting re-acquainted with the toilet (we hadn’t seen each other in a while).
Waking up Sunday morning was NOT fun. The worst headache in remembrance and still feeling decidedly ill. And the plan for the day was lunch with the-not-so-ex’s family. Luckily, by the time lunch came around, I was feeling so much better that I actually had two glasses of red wine. Again… Some of us never learn. Sunday night was a very early night – in bed around 8 and slept like a log.
And then, last night, I could have drank all night, I reached tipsy, and didn’t waiver from that path, and I’m pretty sure Dearest Friend and I sat up until after 12, having a lengthy discussion on religion, and I’m not tired AT ALL today. Now, why can’t THAT be my default? Being the wino that I am?
Suppose I’m getting old. Meh, that's ok, too. I'll leave the late nights to The Monster and Tequila Tart...
Friday, May 6, 2011
Conquering the fear
Its been a while. I know. Good things are scarce and all that...
So........ a lot has changed since the last post. Lists... indeed.
I seem to need a list again. The not-so-ex is back. And its fabulous.
This is not to say that I've thrown all caution to the wind.
Quite the contrary.
For the first time in my life I reckon I'm being rational.
There is a quiet sense of comfort in not expecting EVERYTHING to work out as you plan, and to know that, come what may, you will land on your feet. (As much as I love dogs, I have to give cats credit for that!) Or as near to as doesn't make a difference.
There is no anxiety, just a deliciously languid feeling of "rightness" (for lack of a better word). Everything is (again) as it should be. Maybe that is because we know each other so well, or because we our old routine is so familiar.
But we grow as people, we keep evolving. What we want today, is not necessarily what we will want next year. And as long as we're honest with ourselves and everyone in our lives about that, I reckon anything can work out as you want it to. You might not get what you want in the end, but honesty has become much more important to me in the last year. Don't make promises you cannot guarantee you will keep - you might change your mind next week. Its possible, and not necessarily a bad thing. It just is.
There are no fairytale endings. Right now I feel like I'm in the middle of a fairtytale, and I keep thinking I'm going to wake up and it will all have been a dream. But I've been dreaming for a month now, and the dream is still good.
So, if you're not expecting the "Happily Ever After" bit, there's no pressure. That's not to say you can let everything slide and not make an effort. By no means. When you have known each other this long, there is considerable effort necessary. But this, also, does NOT have to feel like a chore.
Anyway, in hindsight, I needed 2010 so much. I needed to be on my knees, begging the universe, the Gods, my higher self, whatever you choose to call it, to make it feel better. It took a looooooooooooooooooong time, but it DID get better. Everything got better.
And the simple reason for that is, that I had to accept myself. With all my flaws. And when you make peace with yourself, everything becomes easier. Needless to say, there are still the crap days, and the days when nothing goes according to plan, the days when all you want to do is send your boss and e-mail saying, "Screw this, I'm done." But I have realised that I am a fighter. Regardless of the storm I find myself in, I eventually do find the silver lining, and a night of crying myself to sleep clears the cobwebs in my brain, and gives me renewed energy for the next day. And in the morning I put on my war paint, and tackle the bloody admin again.
This sounds so soppy. Scary part is, I always knew it, but now I live it.
So... fairytale endings. They might be in the cards, they might not.
But I will not miss out on this part of the experience because of fear.
"The fear can stop you loving, love can stop your fear"
So........ a lot has changed since the last post. Lists... indeed.
I seem to need a list again. The not-so-ex is back. And its fabulous.
This is not to say that I've thrown all caution to the wind.
Quite the contrary.
For the first time in my life I reckon I'm being rational.
There is a quiet sense of comfort in not expecting EVERYTHING to work out as you plan, and to know that, come what may, you will land on your feet. (As much as I love dogs, I have to give cats credit for that!) Or as near to as doesn't make a difference.
There is no anxiety, just a deliciously languid feeling of "rightness" (for lack of a better word). Everything is (again) as it should be. Maybe that is because we know each other so well, or because we our old routine is so familiar.
But we grow as people, we keep evolving. What we want today, is not necessarily what we will want next year. And as long as we're honest with ourselves and everyone in our lives about that, I reckon anything can work out as you want it to. You might not get what you want in the end, but honesty has become much more important to me in the last year. Don't make promises you cannot guarantee you will keep - you might change your mind next week. Its possible, and not necessarily a bad thing. It just is.
There are no fairytale endings. Right now I feel like I'm in the middle of a fairtytale, and I keep thinking I'm going to wake up and it will all have been a dream. But I've been dreaming for a month now, and the dream is still good.
So, if you're not expecting the "Happily Ever After" bit, there's no pressure. That's not to say you can let everything slide and not make an effort. By no means. When you have known each other this long, there is considerable effort necessary. But this, also, does NOT have to feel like a chore.
Anyway, in hindsight, I needed 2010 so much. I needed to be on my knees, begging the universe, the Gods, my higher self, whatever you choose to call it, to make it feel better. It took a looooooooooooooooooong time, but it DID get better. Everything got better.
And the simple reason for that is, that I had to accept myself. With all my flaws. And when you make peace with yourself, everything becomes easier. Needless to say, there are still the crap days, and the days when nothing goes according to plan, the days when all you want to do is send your boss and e-mail saying, "Screw this, I'm done." But I have realised that I am a fighter. Regardless of the storm I find myself in, I eventually do find the silver lining, and a night of crying myself to sleep clears the cobwebs in my brain, and gives me renewed energy for the next day. And in the morning I put on my war paint, and tackle the bloody admin again.
This sounds so soppy. Scary part is, I always knew it, but now I live it.
So... fairytale endings. They might be in the cards, they might not.
But I will not miss out on this part of the experience because of fear.
"The fear can stop you loving, love can stop your fear"
Thursday, March 17, 2011
Lists... or the lack of them
I am Afrikaans. And normally proudly so, until the Afrikaans music cd's get advertised on Television...
Without it having been said or bashed into my skull, the accepted road my life would take was:
1. Finish school.
2. Find a job (ANY job will suffice).
3. Find a man.
4. Make sure the Man wants to marry you.
5. Marry the Man.
6. Produce at least two heirs (try for one of each gender for balance).
7. Die.
Nowhere in all of this is there accommodation for an alternate. This is the touchstone to a happy life. If you can bag a rich man, so much the better. Growing up, the ultimate catch was a doctor.
It is fascinating that none of my high school Facebook friends are single. All Afrikaans.
They are married, apparently happy and have the 2 kids (and mostly only post photos of offspring on said social network).
And then there is me and how I turned out.
I have to wonder what half of them think when reading my status updates and seeing my photos.
Does it look like I'm living a fabulous life?
Or is the consensus, Poor Rose Thorn, still hasn't found someone who wants to marry her.
Which leads me to the question of "happy ever after". I used to believe in it. Religiously.
Now?
Now I'm not so sure.
There is a part of me that still wants to meet The One, but that desire is so far in the recesses of my mind that I have only 3 or 4 non-negotiable items on the list.
For the first time, I really, truly am happy being on my own. I cannot even tell you why. And that is SO alien to me that I have to wonder who this creature is staring at me from the mirror. I know her, but I don't know her, and right now, I'm having fun just getting TO know her.
I cannot imagine having anyone in my life right now, with my work and social schedule being as hectic as they are. And that might last for a loooooooong time to come. It really doesn't matter.
Sure, I miss cuddling and canoodling and snogging and shagging as much as the next person, but its all just a bit... meh. Whatever. The desire comes and goes. And normally when the desire arrives, there's no-one available in sight. And when someone available is in sight... well, then it just seems like a chore.
So, if any of those married, Afrikaans Facebook friends are feeling sorry for me... please don't!
I am happy, having an awesome time doing what I want with whom I want at the drop of a hat, getting drunk and embarrassing myself on a regular basis, worrying about finances holding out till the next social event, laughing my ass off at the antics of the most awesome friends and finding out EXACTLY who I am and what I want.
I cannot think of a better way to spend the year of the White Metal Rabbit... er... Mosquito... (yes, the war is raging still...)
Without it having been said or bashed into my skull, the accepted road my life would take was:
1. Finish school.
2. Find a job (ANY job will suffice).
3. Find a man.
4. Make sure the Man wants to marry you.
5. Marry the Man.
6. Produce at least two heirs (try for one of each gender for balance).
7. Die.
Nowhere in all of this is there accommodation for an alternate. This is the touchstone to a happy life. If you can bag a rich man, so much the better. Growing up, the ultimate catch was a doctor.
It is fascinating that none of my high school Facebook friends are single. All Afrikaans.
They are married, apparently happy and have the 2 kids (and mostly only post photos of offspring on said social network).
And then there is me and how I turned out.
I have to wonder what half of them think when reading my status updates and seeing my photos.
Does it look like I'm living a fabulous life?
Or is the consensus, Poor Rose Thorn, still hasn't found someone who wants to marry her.
Which leads me to the question of "happy ever after". I used to believe in it. Religiously.
Now?
Now I'm not so sure.
There is a part of me that still wants to meet The One, but that desire is so far in the recesses of my mind that I have only 3 or 4 non-negotiable items on the list.
For the first time, I really, truly am happy being on my own. I cannot even tell you why. And that is SO alien to me that I have to wonder who this creature is staring at me from the mirror. I know her, but I don't know her, and right now, I'm having fun just getting TO know her.
I cannot imagine having anyone in my life right now, with my work and social schedule being as hectic as they are. And that might last for a loooooooong time to come. It really doesn't matter.
Sure, I miss cuddling and canoodling and snogging and shagging as much as the next person, but its all just a bit... meh. Whatever. The desire comes and goes. And normally when the desire arrives, there's no-one available in sight. And when someone available is in sight... well, then it just seems like a chore.
So, if any of those married, Afrikaans Facebook friends are feeling sorry for me... please don't!
I am happy, having an awesome time doing what I want with whom I want at the drop of a hat, getting drunk and embarrassing myself on a regular basis, worrying about finances holding out till the next social event, laughing my ass off at the antics of the most awesome friends and finding out EXACTLY who I am and what I want.
I cannot think of a better way to spend the year of the White Metal Rabbit... er... Mosquito... (yes, the war is raging still...)
Friday, March 11, 2011
Year of the White Metal Rabbit, er... mosquito
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Tuesday, December 21, 2010
The Cock Blocker
The night was awesome. Really awesome.
Dear male friend was on a stage for the first time in years, and I decided I could live vicariously through him for those 2 minutes and 45 seconds. I was even put on a guest list, cause I'm so fabulous and all.
The first band blew me away! Dear Male Friend didn't like the previous show of theirs we were at, and we left the club at 00:30. Yes, that's 00:30 on a Saturday night. Now, this blogger's hormones had been raging for well over a month, but we left and I took Dear Male Friend home, no problem, without having tried out any of my (very original) pick up lines.
Should Dear Male Friend and The Accomplice have advised, earlier in the evening, that they were hunting for a piece of ass (which, NOTE, I have no problem with) I would have made my own arrangements.
But first things first, we proceeded to the club (which was awesome), hooked up with "The Coolest Flatmates Ever" and a few pirates, all was going well. Then we watched the great apes. Who ROCKED!
Since hormones have been raging for a while, I decided to take Female half of The Coolest Flatmates Ever's advice, and just go talk to the guitarist who seemed single. Had a pick up line and EVERYTHING. Didn't work out, but then he was already quite inebriated. Had a chat, but I'm pretty sure I made absolutely no impression. But hey, that's the way the dice fell for me that night. Dear Male Friend and Accomplice would have you believe that they sat there, waiting in case something happened for me. Uhm... they were chatting to said LMG Awesome Dude. And each other...
But I'm getting ahead of myself.
So after trying (and failing) to chat up someone 8 years my junior, The Coolest Flatmates Ever announced they were drunk and leaving. They even asked if I wanted to come home with them. I considered this, strongly. Despite having consumed quite an amount of alcohol, I still felt completely sober and felt like dancing. Enter Dear Male Friend and Accomplice, advising we should go to the Shack. For... ONE!!!! beer. This was at 2:30 on a Sunday morning.
I decided to go for the ONE!!!!! beer, and declined The Coolest Flatmates Ever's invitation.
We walked to the Shack, I actually jogged a few metres in my Gladiator sandals, as the evening was getting a little chilly, and I had planned to shake this bootie all night and therefore had no warm top. We arrive at the Shack. Its my round. All good. Dear Male Friend and Accomplice start chatting to the "cuties". One didn't make that much of an impression on me, accept for the nasal voice complaining about an ex (I think) to The Accomplice, while miss "I had a fight with a rivet gun" and Dear Male Friend proceeded to chat.
And there is RoseThorn. On a bench. Freezing. Actually shivering. And with no-one to chat to. Staring into space.
I suffered this in silence for approximately 45 minutes, struggling to keep my eyes open. Decided to try sitting inside at one of the tables, at least it would be warmer there. Proceeded to fall asleep at table and probably looked like the drunkest chick in the joint - still no-one tried their luck, still NO conversation with anyone. No dance floors, I would even have danced to fricking DISCO!!! to stay awake.
Went next door to Mercury, who had closed their doors, as it was now 3:45 on a Sunday morning.
Walked back to Dear Male Friend and Accomplice, told them I'm tired and would like to leave, to be told, "We will just finish this beer". I relented and sat back down, freezing my Not-so-tiny-ass off. They were in luck, I was happy for them. Would have taken the chicks home and recorded the videos for them if they asked.
In a last ditch attempt to stay awake, I deleted old smses off my cellphone. Yes - I was THAT bored.
And then.... The ACCOMPLICE walks out with another round of beers, laughing! Saying, "The bar man tripped and put these in my hands." And that was when I lost it.
Footstomping and clenched-teeth-speaking ensued. I was livid. I considered phoning The Ex (yes, that late at night) to ask if I could crash on his couch - it was walking distance. The Coolest Flatmates Ever would not have answered their phones at this time, I felt sure they were dead to the world. Mentioned to Dear Male Friend and Accomplice that I would take a taxi home, alone, when they come home they can phone me to wake me up, which was met with a loud protestation of "No, we'll go now, (insert nickname)"
I was past believing this to be truth.
And of course, I have been hearing the name calling since Sunday morning, The Accomplice and Dear Male
Friend lamenting the fact that they did not wake up with "The too (two) young chicks" and thanking me, sarcastically. I've been taking it in my stride, though.
So, there is my side of the story. For what its worth, I would have slept in the fricking bathtub that night if they could have gotten lucky. But note to self, when a buddy finally rediscovers their libido after a break up, go our in your own car and DO NOT offer to be the designated driver.
It could be a VERY late night with nothing but annoyance in it for you!
Dear male friend was on a stage for the first time in years, and I decided I could live vicariously through him for those 2 minutes and 45 seconds. I was even put on a guest list, cause I'm so fabulous and all.
The first band blew me away! Dear Male Friend didn't like the previous show of theirs we were at, and we left the club at 00:30. Yes, that's 00:30 on a Saturday night. Now, this blogger's hormones had been raging for well over a month, but we left and I took Dear Male Friend home, no problem, without having tried out any of my (very original) pick up lines.
Should Dear Male Friend and The Accomplice have advised, earlier in the evening, that they were hunting for a piece of ass (which, NOTE, I have no problem with) I would have made my own arrangements.
But first things first, we proceeded to the club (which was awesome), hooked up with "The Coolest Flatmates Ever" and a few pirates, all was going well. Then we watched the great apes. Who ROCKED!
Since hormones have been raging for a while, I decided to take Female half of The Coolest Flatmates Ever's advice, and just go talk to the guitarist who seemed single. Had a pick up line and EVERYTHING. Didn't work out, but then he was already quite inebriated. Had a chat, but I'm pretty sure I made absolutely no impression. But hey, that's the way the dice fell for me that night. Dear Male Friend and Accomplice would have you believe that they sat there, waiting in case something happened for me. Uhm... they were chatting to said LMG Awesome Dude. And each other...
But I'm getting ahead of myself.
So after trying (and failing) to chat up someone 8 years my junior, The Coolest Flatmates Ever announced they were drunk and leaving. They even asked if I wanted to come home with them. I considered this, strongly. Despite having consumed quite an amount of alcohol, I still felt completely sober and felt like dancing. Enter Dear Male Friend and Accomplice, advising we should go to the Shack. For... ONE!!!! beer. This was at 2:30 on a Sunday morning.
I decided to go for the ONE!!!!! beer, and declined The Coolest Flatmates Ever's invitation.
We walked to the Shack, I actually jogged a few metres in my Gladiator sandals, as the evening was getting a little chilly, and I had planned to shake this bootie all night and therefore had no warm top. We arrive at the Shack. Its my round. All good. Dear Male Friend and Accomplice start chatting to the "cuties". One didn't make that much of an impression on me, accept for the nasal voice complaining about an ex (I think) to The Accomplice, while miss "I had a fight with a rivet gun" and Dear Male Friend proceeded to chat.
And there is RoseThorn. On a bench. Freezing. Actually shivering. And with no-one to chat to. Staring into space.
I suffered this in silence for approximately 45 minutes, struggling to keep my eyes open. Decided to try sitting inside at one of the tables, at least it would be warmer there. Proceeded to fall asleep at table and probably looked like the drunkest chick in the joint - still no-one tried their luck, still NO conversation with anyone. No dance floors, I would even have danced to fricking DISCO!!! to stay awake.
Went next door to Mercury, who had closed their doors, as it was now 3:45 on a Sunday morning.
Walked back to Dear Male Friend and Accomplice, told them I'm tired and would like to leave, to be told, "We will just finish this beer". I relented and sat back down, freezing my Not-so-tiny-ass off. They were in luck, I was happy for them. Would have taken the chicks home and recorded the videos for them if they asked.
In a last ditch attempt to stay awake, I deleted old smses off my cellphone. Yes - I was THAT bored.
And then.... The ACCOMPLICE walks out with another round of beers, laughing! Saying, "The bar man tripped and put these in my hands." And that was when I lost it.
Footstomping and clenched-teeth-speaking ensued. I was livid. I considered phoning The Ex (yes, that late at night) to ask if I could crash on his couch - it was walking distance. The Coolest Flatmates Ever would not have answered their phones at this time, I felt sure they were dead to the world. Mentioned to Dear Male Friend and Accomplice that I would take a taxi home, alone, when they come home they can phone me to wake me up, which was met with a loud protestation of "No, we'll go now, (insert nickname)"
I was past believing this to be truth.
And of course, I have been hearing the name calling since Sunday morning, The Accomplice and Dear Male
Friend lamenting the fact that they did not wake up with "The too (two) young chicks" and thanking me, sarcastically. I've been taking it in my stride, though.
So, there is my side of the story. For what its worth, I would have slept in the fricking bathtub that night if they could have gotten lucky. But note to self, when a buddy finally rediscovers their libido after a break up, go our in your own car and DO NOT offer to be the designated driver.
It could be a VERY late night with nothing but annoyance in it for you!
Tuesday, December 14, 2010
Some of what I've learnt in the Metal Tiger year.
I have bitched and moaned most of this year, sorry everyone, and at the same time, thanks for listening.
I have learnt that hindsight being 20 20 is a blessing. If I had been offered my promotion at the beginning of this year, I would have declined. Its amazing what a bit of crap in your life can do for your confidence, eh?
As the metal tiger year of 2010 draws to a close (can we have a collective sigh of relief, please? and then confetti!!!) I am minded that, really, ultimately EVERYTHING happens for a reason. You can bitch and moan until you're hoarse, it ain't gonna change squat.
I have learnt that sticking your head in the sand or ignoring the problem until it goes away, sometimes works. In the short term. Even though it feels REALLY good it ultimately comes back to bite you in the ass. When you've long forgotten about it. Like one of my clients phoning me yesterday. Tenant vacated in AUGUST already, and as their own children were returning from London and would occupy the property from January, I kind of (actually COMPLETELY) forgot about it. Enter Mrs X, phoning me yesterday, after 4 months, and telling me they would like to collect the keys on 1 January. Ummmmm, we are closed as its a public holiday? Am I sure I cannot make a plan and meet her at the property? Ummmmm, no, sorry. I plan the hangover of the (new) year, and I'm all the way out in the grammadoelas. And then it HIT me! There was maintenance to be taken care of. Sh1t!!!
Kept my cool, though, and remembered that she had said her husband would do the small handyman jobs. And very carefully orchestrated the sentence to ask her if he HAD seen to everything and even offered to send her the number of a handyman we use regularly, should they need help over New Years. See? I was lucky. Don't stick your head in the sand.
To be honest though, at the moment I'm only fighting off the immediate danger. I don't know what is waiting to still become a problem. Probably a lot.
But the other thing I've learned, is don't try to be constantly in control. You CAN'T be, it is not possible. Down the road, crap is gonna happen, and you're gonna have to think on your feet.
But now, that no longer scares me . I will deal with it when it happens. And I know I'll make a success of it. Positive thinking - man, the ex would be SO PROUD! :)
2010 - you've taught me so much about myself. So, despite all the crap - thanks. If I hadn't been through what I've been through this year, I would not be writing here, I would not, FINALLY, be content with what I have and who I am, and I MOST certainly would NOT be perving over all the available and not-so-available men out there.
Life's good, for the first time in a long time. It is my watermelon, and I'm biting a huge chunk out of it, not even bothering to wipe my mouth after!
I have learnt that hindsight being 20 20 is a blessing. If I had been offered my promotion at the beginning of this year, I would have declined. Its amazing what a bit of crap in your life can do for your confidence, eh?
As the metal tiger year of 2010 draws to a close (can we have a collective sigh of relief, please? and then confetti!!!) I am minded that, really, ultimately EVERYTHING happens for a reason. You can bitch and moan until you're hoarse, it ain't gonna change squat.
I have learnt that sticking your head in the sand or ignoring the problem until it goes away, sometimes works. In the short term. Even though it feels REALLY good it ultimately comes back to bite you in the ass. When you've long forgotten about it. Like one of my clients phoning me yesterday. Tenant vacated in AUGUST already, and as their own children were returning from London and would occupy the property from January, I kind of (actually COMPLETELY) forgot about it. Enter Mrs X, phoning me yesterday, after 4 months, and telling me they would like to collect the keys on 1 January. Ummmmm, we are closed as its a public holiday? Am I sure I cannot make a plan and meet her at the property? Ummmmm, no, sorry. I plan the hangover of the (new) year, and I'm all the way out in the grammadoelas. And then it HIT me! There was maintenance to be taken care of. Sh1t!!!
Kept my cool, though, and remembered that she had said her husband would do the small handyman jobs. And very carefully orchestrated the sentence to ask her if he HAD seen to everything and even offered to send her the number of a handyman we use regularly, should they need help over New Years. See? I was lucky. Don't stick your head in the sand.
To be honest though, at the moment I'm only fighting off the immediate danger. I don't know what is waiting to still become a problem. Probably a lot.
But the other thing I've learned, is don't try to be constantly in control. You CAN'T be, it is not possible. Down the road, crap is gonna happen, and you're gonna have to think on your feet.
But now, that no longer scares me . I will deal with it when it happens. And I know I'll make a success of it. Positive thinking - man, the ex would be SO PROUD! :)
2010 - you've taught me so much about myself. So, despite all the crap - thanks. If I hadn't been through what I've been through this year, I would not be writing here, I would not, FINALLY, be content with what I have and who I am, and I MOST certainly would NOT be perving over all the available and not-so-available men out there.
Life's good, for the first time in a long time. It is my watermelon, and I'm biting a huge chunk out of it, not even bothering to wipe my mouth after!
Friday, December 10, 2010
For the hell of it
So, the phrase "everyone else is doing it, why can't we?" comes to mind.
First blog, end of the year. Let's get right to it.
This year, officially, SUCKED!
Family drama aplenty.
Friends having a sh*tty time - check.
Work - bleh, spent most of the year working overtime (which did help with the financial-f*ck-up-of-note getting sorted) and that was about it.
For most of it, I've wanted to quietly go crawl into a hole, with about 6 boxes of Lindt chocolates, a few good books, and a certain male friend (whom I love dearly) popping around regularly with a box of wine and make me smile the occassional smile.
I have to thank mentioned dear male friend for listening to me lament my life for approximately ten months of this year and (mostly) not complaining about it.
Looking back now, though, I realise that, although I have been on the inside of emotional chaos, major progress inside myself was made. (Dr Phil would be so proud!)
Seriously, this year has made me stronger, more confident and, for the first time in my life, I realise that I am everything I need. I am calm and actually happy, for the first time in years. I have the bestest friends in the world. I will not settle again.
Work year is also ending with a promotion and substantial increase in income.
And I started writing again, the first time in 8 years.
See, even when your world is crashing down around you, you can draw the inspiration from that to write a song called Black Label Inspired Opus. With the most awesome musician-friends.
And life CAN still be good - you can find the silver lining, sometimes you just have to look bloody hard for it.
For hours. For days. For weeks.
Ok, you can stop throwing up, the sugarcoating is over, but I WILL admit - the rose-tinted glasses have been repaired. Bring on 2011 - I've decided it WILL be a good year!
P.S. on settling - yeah, I can't back that up - yet! Its a work in progress. Recently been eyeing boys for the first time again, and, well... keep watching the blog! mwahahahahaha!
First blog, end of the year. Let's get right to it.
This year, officially, SUCKED!
Family drama aplenty.
Friends having a sh*tty time - check.
Work - bleh, spent most of the year working overtime (which did help with the financial-f*ck-up-of-note getting sorted) and that was about it.
For most of it, I've wanted to quietly go crawl into a hole, with about 6 boxes of Lindt chocolates, a few good books, and a certain male friend (whom I love dearly) popping around regularly with a box of wine and make me smile the occassional smile.
I have to thank mentioned dear male friend for listening to me lament my life for approximately ten months of this year and (mostly) not complaining about it.
Looking back now, though, I realise that, although I have been on the inside of emotional chaos, major progress inside myself was made. (Dr Phil would be so proud!)
Seriously, this year has made me stronger, more confident and, for the first time in my life, I realise that I am everything I need. I am calm and actually happy, for the first time in years. I have the bestest friends in the world. I will not settle again.
Work year is also ending with a promotion and substantial increase in income.
And I started writing again, the first time in 8 years.
See, even when your world is crashing down around you, you can draw the inspiration from that to write a song called Black Label Inspired Opus. With the most awesome musician-friends.
And life CAN still be good - you can find the silver lining, sometimes you just have to look bloody hard for it.
For hours. For days. For weeks.
Ok, you can stop throwing up, the sugarcoating is over, but I WILL admit - the rose-tinted glasses have been repaired. Bring on 2011 - I've decided it WILL be a good year!
P.S. on settling - yeah, I can't back that up - yet! Its a work in progress. Recently been eyeing boys for the first time again, and, well... keep watching the blog! mwahahahahaha!
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