As predicted by yours truly, the weeks away from home have merged to form some gelatinous oddity of unknown origin. Labour is lame and I miss the offspring and the soul mate.
Some good and bad things have come to pass on this journey. First, the bad. I hit something in the road a couple weeks back, effectively puncturing my gas tank and costing me a boatload of cash I didn’t have in the first place to fix.
The good, I have met a few friendly faces and life is just a succession of hundreds of blessings throwing themselves at me, kamikaze style.
I am eager to reunite with my little family and attend to my household. I’m planning another meal. Hopefully my culinary skills have bettered themselves during my absence.
Another day has come to a close, and I find myself alone.
Just a few more hours and I will no longer be alone; uninspired by my own company.
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Friday, October 9, 2009
Friday, August 14, 2009
Of sugar and spice
My melee campaign in the barren wasteland of my kitchen produced yet another victory last night.
Feelings of guilt and gratitude (go figure) inspired me to plan a surprise for my over-worked hubby yesterday. I recall him asking me to bake him a chocolate cake a couple weeks back and me blatantly refusing him. (I was at home already, and baking a cake would mean going out to shop for the ingredients. I was tired, okay. Don’t judge me.)
So, into my little car I hopped after work, I went to get the spawnling, and off to the market we rode, in the crimson twilight. Purchases in hand, I set a course for the kitchen and deigned to cook a meal (oven-bake fish and chips; with a side of gem squash) and bake the envisioned cake.
The kid was comfortable enough on the floor for a while. I had bought her new shoes (pink ones) and she was intently attempting to get her teeth into them, attached to her feet as they were. Regardless, she allowed me to get the food into the oven, and start mixing the batter. All went well. Hubby was home earlier than expected, so he was able to feed the kid when she started wailing for her din-dins.
I’d forgotten to add the baking powder, but the self-raising flour mitigated that oversight. The shop had no caramel, so I substituted condensed milk and cherries for decoration.
Dinner was a success.
I plan to one day have a dining room. There will be table settings, runners, tablecloths, napkins. My hopes and dreams are simple ones. I wonder if I’ll be able to incorporate the colours of my wedding: wine red and gold. Maybe some oranges and browns to bring in those warm tones…
Tonight’s meal remains a mystery.
Feelings of guilt and gratitude (go figure) inspired me to plan a surprise for my over-worked hubby yesterday. I recall him asking me to bake him a chocolate cake a couple weeks back and me blatantly refusing him. (I was at home already, and baking a cake would mean going out to shop for the ingredients. I was tired, okay. Don’t judge me.)
So, into my little car I hopped after work, I went to get the spawnling, and off to the market we rode, in the crimson twilight. Purchases in hand, I set a course for the kitchen and deigned to cook a meal (oven-bake fish and chips; with a side of gem squash) and bake the envisioned cake.
The kid was comfortable enough on the floor for a while. I had bought her new shoes (pink ones) and she was intently attempting to get her teeth into them, attached to her feet as they were. Regardless, she allowed me to get the food into the oven, and start mixing the batter. All went well. Hubby was home earlier than expected, so he was able to feed the kid when she started wailing for her din-dins.
I’d forgotten to add the baking powder, but the self-raising flour mitigated that oversight. The shop had no caramel, so I substituted condensed milk and cherries for decoration.
Dinner was a success.
I plan to one day have a dining room. There will be table settings, runners, tablecloths, napkins. My hopes and dreams are simple ones. I wonder if I’ll be able to incorporate the colours of my wedding: wine red and gold. Maybe some oranges and browns to bring in those warm tones…
Tonight’s meal remains a mystery.
Friday, July 24, 2009
Plagued by infirmity
My nose insists on leaking. This is a relatively new development. I am running low on tissues. On the upside, the pills my husband gave me to swallow alleviated the annoyance entirely so I could slumber peacefully last night.
It seems the kid infected me with this illness, and I may have infected her right back. She had the same thing last week, it went away, and this morning it made its loathsome reappearance on her innocent face.
Our little family have been sick on and off, and all at once at times, over the past couple of months. The medical aid is exhausted in its entirety. It’s all rather infuriating.
I was sort of hoping the winter would kiss us goodbye. This morning, however, the clingy bastard had us in yet another icy bear hug. My car was once again frozen over, which ensured my tardiness to work this morning.
I’d thought the season had turned. Not yet, it seems.
In the meantime this so-called “swine flu” is sweeping the globe. A bunch of people have died from it, and a bunch of people have been newly infected by it. Well, I don’t have any flu symptoms, so I suppose I’m okay.
I just want it to not be so cold outside anymore. The office is just freezing. I don’t think there is a heater at all. I’m freezing as I type this. This morning, my hands were so cold on the steering wheel of my car, they were burning. My hands were frigid, frozen and some unnatural colour tainted my poor appendages.
The weekend promises to be a pleasantly uneventful one. I plan to spend most of it in bed with a good book. And, if I’m lucky, maybe my family will join me. A girl can hope, can’t she?
It seems the kid infected me with this illness, and I may have infected her right back. She had the same thing last week, it went away, and this morning it made its loathsome reappearance on her innocent face.
Our little family have been sick on and off, and all at once at times, over the past couple of months. The medical aid is exhausted in its entirety. It’s all rather infuriating.
I was sort of hoping the winter would kiss us goodbye. This morning, however, the clingy bastard had us in yet another icy bear hug. My car was once again frozen over, which ensured my tardiness to work this morning.
I’d thought the season had turned. Not yet, it seems.
In the meantime this so-called “swine flu” is sweeping the globe. A bunch of people have died from it, and a bunch of people have been newly infected by it. Well, I don’t have any flu symptoms, so I suppose I’m okay.
I just want it to not be so cold outside anymore. The office is just freezing. I don’t think there is a heater at all. I’m freezing as I type this. This morning, my hands were so cold on the steering wheel of my car, they were burning. My hands were frigid, frozen and some unnatural colour tainted my poor appendages.
The weekend promises to be a pleasantly uneventful one. I plan to spend most of it in bed with a good book. And, if I’m lucky, maybe my family will join me. A girl can hope, can’t she?
Tuesday, July 21, 2009
The throes of academic pursuit
And so, my fellow bloggers, thus began the arduous journey of my ascent to the next level of mad auditor skillz.
To what am I referring?
Well, as you may or may not know, I (still) have ne’er but the board exam standing between me and academic, nay financial freedom.
The catalyst was of course when I was informed that I would be on away audit for 3 months. This, as it presents itself, is the perfect opportunity for me to “get my learn on”. The responsibilities at home are far too numerous and exhausting to enable a learning environment.
In any case, I did some planning last week, and now, I am studying towards Board One.
It’s a slow process. When I try to do practical questions, I feel so moronic that I must refer back to the theory. When I study only theory, I get so bored, I feel that I must do some questions to drive home the principles. What a conundrum!
Regardless, my new motto is to “Just Keep Going”. Therein lies the secret of success, I think. In previous years I may have given up too soon. This is the year I plan to correct my prior erroneous behaviour.
Also, this is the final curtain call. I will sacrifice and give it my all. For, after this ride on the merry-go-round, there will be no more.
Wish me luck and keep me in your prayers. This is not an easy course in the least.
To what am I referring?
Well, as you may or may not know, I (still) have ne’er but the board exam standing between me and academic, nay financial freedom.
The catalyst was of course when I was informed that I would be on away audit for 3 months. This, as it presents itself, is the perfect opportunity for me to “get my learn on”. The responsibilities at home are far too numerous and exhausting to enable a learning environment.
In any case, I did some planning last week, and now, I am studying towards Board One.
It’s a slow process. When I try to do practical questions, I feel so moronic that I must refer back to the theory. When I study only theory, I get so bored, I feel that I must do some questions to drive home the principles. What a conundrum!
Regardless, my new motto is to “Just Keep Going”. Therein lies the secret of success, I think. In previous years I may have given up too soon. This is the year I plan to correct my prior erroneous behaviour.
Also, this is the final curtain call. I will sacrifice and give it my all. For, after this ride on the merry-go-round, there will be no more.
Wish me luck and keep me in your prayers. This is not an easy course in the least.
Friday, June 5, 2009
The watered down effect
The watered down effect
I’m back in the audit game (admittedly, not as awesome and prolific as the medical game, or … any other profession really). The work is rather a bit yawn, but this time around the client staff is courteous and friendly. Having things in common, like having spawned some rugrats, comes in handy.
Now that working conditions are ideal, I realise that the house wife thing may not be as overrated as I first imagined. I enjoyed the 4 months at home, and it’s not just about lazing about at home. It’s about seeing my kid grow up and progress. It’s about having a clean environment to live in. And it’s about knowing where we left our keys, and where the kid’s bottles are. (My husband has this habit of just putting the bottle lids down wherever. This makes for frantic mornings before work.)
When I was at home, I also had time to work on my hobbies, like painting and scrapbooking. The baby would sleep either in the morning or the afternoon. But, there was usually a 3 hour period I could do whatever. And, when I was doing laundry, I would carry her around with me in her sling.
As an aside – the water bill was damn near R200 per month in the months when I was doing our laundry at home. Now that this function has been outsourced to my husband’s mom’s maid, the water bill is something ridiculous, like R20. You can’t beat those prices.
So, more pregnancy related news – apparently, the depo shot I had done just after having the kid is still wreaking havoc. This is a contraceptive sort of shot. You only need to take it once every 3 months or something like that. Now, I only had the shot done once. As it turns out, not only does the depo shot make you fat, but it also makes you leak forever. Doctor says I should give it 2 more months before I go to been seen again. Also – you are not ovulating while you are leaking. So, I am therefore sterile for now. The hubby and I had decided to get on with having the 2nd kid, but I suppose that will have to wait now. Stupid Depo shot.
And in other news, the financial burden remains heavy, but we will find a way.
I’m back in the audit game (admittedly, not as awesome and prolific as the medical game, or … any other profession really). The work is rather a bit yawn, but this time around the client staff is courteous and friendly. Having things in common, like having spawned some rugrats, comes in handy.
Now that working conditions are ideal, I realise that the house wife thing may not be as overrated as I first imagined. I enjoyed the 4 months at home, and it’s not just about lazing about at home. It’s about seeing my kid grow up and progress. It’s about having a clean environment to live in. And it’s about knowing where we left our keys, and where the kid’s bottles are. (My husband has this habit of just putting the bottle lids down wherever. This makes for frantic mornings before work.)
When I was at home, I also had time to work on my hobbies, like painting and scrapbooking. The baby would sleep either in the morning or the afternoon. But, there was usually a 3 hour period I could do whatever. And, when I was doing laundry, I would carry her around with me in her sling.
As an aside – the water bill was damn near R200 per month in the months when I was doing our laundry at home. Now that this function has been outsourced to my husband’s mom’s maid, the water bill is something ridiculous, like R20. You can’t beat those prices.
So, more pregnancy related news – apparently, the depo shot I had done just after having the kid is still wreaking havoc. This is a contraceptive sort of shot. You only need to take it once every 3 months or something like that. Now, I only had the shot done once. As it turns out, not only does the depo shot make you fat, but it also makes you leak forever. Doctor says I should give it 2 more months before I go to been seen again. Also – you are not ovulating while you are leaking. So, I am therefore sterile for now. The hubby and I had decided to get on with having the 2nd kid, but I suppose that will have to wait now. Stupid Depo shot.
And in other news, the financial burden remains heavy, but we will find a way.
Friday, May 15, 2009
The twits on twitter
Finally, it's almost weekend. I am another week closer to the exam, and long weekend which follows. It will also be my 1 year wedding anniversary. Time sure is tricksy.
My baby and I have become sick. Some sort of cold. Her nose is stuffed, so she can't breathe so well. The creche has been on my case, the doctor has no openings for an appointment. So, the baby was at her grandmother's house yesterday and will be today. I wanna take her back to the creche on Monday though. So, hopefully we'll find a doctor willing to see her today or over the weekend. My poor lil girl.
The point of this post was just to alert anyone who happens to read here; the decrease in post frequency is because of twitter. I've been posting there. Look for me, name of morbidneko. twitter
My baby and I have become sick. Some sort of cold. Her nose is stuffed, so she can't breathe so well. The creche has been on my case, the doctor has no openings for an appointment. So, the baby was at her grandmother's house yesterday and will be today. I wanna take her back to the creche on Monday though. So, hopefully we'll find a doctor willing to see her today or over the weekend. My poor lil girl.
The point of this post was just to alert anyone who happens to read here; the decrease in post frequency is because of twitter. I've been posting there. Look for me, name of morbidneko. twitter
Thursday, May 7, 2009
The eleventh hour
Time ticks away the days left till I write that very expensive cisa exam. A quick online search revealed that there are 25 more and therefore new questions available in this year’s study material than what I have. 25 questions make up 17,5% of the exam. That could be the difference between a pass and a fail. At this stage of the game, I average a 83% accuracy rate when I do the questions I have. I have 4 of 6 chapters to work through.
There are 5 weeks left till I write the exam. I have one day study leave, the day before the test. My palms get sweaty and my heart starts its race when I think of it. I don’t know how I’m going to repay my dad the registration amount for this exam. It’s a lot of money to lose if I were to fail. There’s a lot riding on this 2 hour exam.
As soon as studies conclude for the cisa qualification, I intend to give QE another shot. (Although, if I were to become impregnated in this time, I will probably pop on the day of the QE exam, with my luck) Wouldn’t that be just marvellous?
I am also considering doing only the board course for next year’s QE exam. I didn’t get to use my pre-board stuff last year, on account of me not writing the exam. My husband is also studying. His course is even more expensive than mine; twice over, really. We are struggling financially to say the least. I’m hoping all this sacrifice will bear fruit in the end. Life goes on, and waits for no lemming.
I’m hungry. Wonder what I’ll get myself for lunch…
There are 5 weeks left till I write the exam. I have one day study leave, the day before the test. My palms get sweaty and my heart starts its race when I think of it. I don’t know how I’m going to repay my dad the registration amount for this exam. It’s a lot of money to lose if I were to fail. There’s a lot riding on this 2 hour exam.
As soon as studies conclude for the cisa qualification, I intend to give QE another shot. (Although, if I were to become impregnated in this time, I will probably pop on the day of the QE exam, with my luck) Wouldn’t that be just marvellous?
I am also considering doing only the board course for next year’s QE exam. I didn’t get to use my pre-board stuff last year, on account of me not writing the exam. My husband is also studying. His course is even more expensive than mine; twice over, really. We are struggling financially to say the least. I’m hoping all this sacrifice will bear fruit in the end. Life goes on, and waits for no lemming.
I’m hungry. Wonder what I’ll get myself for lunch…
Friday, April 24, 2009
Mini holiday
My baby’s school is closed for the next couple days. I finally got my leave approved after a very arduous process of running from senior to senior and telling my sob story. Nothing like tenacity to get you where you need to be. Mwohahaha.
I don’t have any specific plans for my little mini holiday. Will probably do a bit of scrapbooking. Maybe a bit of cleaning and cooking. But, that’s a huge maybe. I might play some pc games. Who knows. The sky is the limit, really.
Utopia can be defined as a mini holiday for me and the hubby simultaneously. Alas, this is not the case. It’s just me and the babbie then, I guess. And maybe a visit or two to the local gym. Another huge maybe.
I don’t have any specific plans for my little mini holiday. Will probably do a bit of scrapbooking. Maybe a bit of cleaning and cooking. But, that’s a huge maybe. I might play some pc games. Who knows. The sky is the limit, really.
Utopia can be defined as a mini holiday for me and the hubby simultaneously. Alas, this is not the case. It’s just me and the babbie then, I guess. And maybe a visit or two to the local gym. Another huge maybe.
Thursday, April 23, 2009
RE: the Elections 2009
There is weird hoo-do ink on my left thumb, imported from India (supposedly), clinging to my skin for dear life. Yes, I voted yesterday, with a couple million other people. I just wish I'd known of the free coffee Wimpy was offering.
It's rather dismaying that the family party isn't doing as well as I expected. On the other paw, counting isn't done yet. A further embarrassment is that my original home province seems to have a 100% vote for the opposition party. Very embarrassing indeed.
I never voted before, feeling rather apathetic about the whole affair. So, yesterday's activities were sort of special and ... unexpectedly fun. The queue wasn't too long, I suppose we waited 30mins. The people in line were jovial, friendly. It was an all round good experience. And, I will probably vote again. Props to the organisers in my neck of the woods.
Another surprise is that you actually vote twice: One ballot paper for national and one for provincial. It was unexpected. I, as an ignorant young-ish person, was not aware of this. But, it's kewl. Took me about 3 seconds to vote. Point and tick, ladies and gents.
I applaud all the people who took the time and effort to vote. The important thing as that this hard-fought for right is utilised and not taken for granted. Who people voted for is between them and their conscience.
Hopefully the country won't go to the sh*tter between now and the next election. Maybe next time, a bigger difference / upset can be made.
I wonder when this ink is gonna come off. It's messing with my manicure.
It's rather dismaying that the family party isn't doing as well as I expected. On the other paw, counting isn't done yet. A further embarrassment is that my original home province seems to have a 100% vote for the opposition party. Very embarrassing indeed.
I never voted before, feeling rather apathetic about the whole affair. So, yesterday's activities were sort of special and ... unexpectedly fun. The queue wasn't too long, I suppose we waited 30mins. The people in line were jovial, friendly. It was an all round good experience. And, I will probably vote again. Props to the organisers in my neck of the woods.
Another surprise is that you actually vote twice: One ballot paper for national and one for provincial. It was unexpected. I, as an ignorant young-ish person, was not aware of this. But, it's kewl. Took me about 3 seconds to vote. Point and tick, ladies and gents.
I applaud all the people who took the time and effort to vote. The important thing as that this hard-fought for right is utilised and not taken for granted. Who people voted for is between them and their conscience.
Hopefully the country won't go to the sh*tter between now and the next election. Maybe next time, a bigger difference / upset can be made.
I wonder when this ink is gonna come off. It's messing with my manicure.
Thursday, April 9, 2009
Wednesday, April 8, 2009
Reverse clothe-ology
It seems this pregnancy thing is cyclical. Today for the first time, I have squeezed myself into a size 10 pair of pants that used to be very roomie when I was an actual size 10. Necessity is the mother of invention, as you see- I was out of work clothes this morning. The laundry service is a bit… bumpy.
When I first got pregnant, I was constantly upgrading to bigger sized clothes. Now, it seems, that I am able to downgrade a bit as my body parts deflate with time. I look forward to the day when I can proclaim honestly that I am once again a 10. I miss my awesome wardrobe.
I am very much looking forward to the coming weekend. As I may have mentioned, I haven’t been home in ages. I hope my friends who are coming to my bash don’t get bored and think it sucks. Hopefully the group will mesh and have a really great time.
I just wish I still had some shorts. In my size. I have some great size 10 shorts I can’t wait to fit into again.
When I first got pregnant, I was constantly upgrading to bigger sized clothes. Now, it seems, that I am able to downgrade a bit as my body parts deflate with time. I look forward to the day when I can proclaim honestly that I am once again a 10. I miss my awesome wardrobe.
I am very much looking forward to the coming weekend. As I may have mentioned, I haven’t been home in ages. I hope my friends who are coming to my bash don’t get bored and think it sucks. Hopefully the group will mesh and have a really great time.
I just wish I still had some shorts. In my size. I have some great size 10 shorts I can’t wait to fit into again.
Wednesday, April 1, 2009
Time to get fit
Read an interesting blog entry today. According to the writer, the cure for unfortunate looks is to be fit. Less than flattering attributes are shadowed when lean muscle tone and clear gorgeous skin take the limelight.
This has set me thinking. I remember a brief period in my past when I was fit. My clothes fit better. And we all know that when your clothes fit better, you feel more confident, and therefore act more confident. Also, the nicer clothes are available at smaller sizes.
Fitness also makes your body produce the feel good hormones. I think it’s called dopamine, but I could be mistaken (and am too lazy to look it up now). So, not only are you looking good in well fitting duds, but you also feel good and confident.
Then there are also the health benefits. Cancer and heart disease I suppose will have a tough time attacking a healthy body. Exercise increases circulation of blood through the body and more oxygen gets to the necessary parts.
The point I’m trying to make is – if what I read is true and fitness is a portal to good looks… I may have to give the gym another better chance…
Now I just have to work it into my schedule somehow…
This has set me thinking. I remember a brief period in my past when I was fit. My clothes fit better. And we all know that when your clothes fit better, you feel more confident, and therefore act more confident. Also, the nicer clothes are available at smaller sizes.
Fitness also makes your body produce the feel good hormones. I think it’s called dopamine, but I could be mistaken (and am too lazy to look it up now). So, not only are you looking good in well fitting duds, but you also feel good and confident.
Then there are also the health benefits. Cancer and heart disease I suppose will have a tough time attacking a healthy body. Exercise increases circulation of blood through the body and more oxygen gets to the necessary parts.
The point I’m trying to make is – if what I read is true and fitness is a portal to good looks… I may have to give the gym another better chance…
Now I just have to work it into my schedule somehow…
Monday, March 30, 2009
And justice for all
So, this past weekend was spent doing nothing much. Indeed – a perfect weekend if there ever was one. Yesterday was occupied by cleaning the house from top to bottom. Purged it now stands; clean and welcoming. This makes me happy.
And as we all know: a happy wife tends to lead to a happy life for my hubby.
The rugby went well, but was upsetting. I only had one game wrong this weekend. But, it was my powerplay, so it cost me 2 points. Stupid Bulls.
The husband and I have been summoned to a funeral this weekend. I wonder how prevalent this is going to become in this marriage. I rather like family gatherings, it’s always good to see the old faces again. But, when it’s not my family, it tends to be a tedious time. I have made the sleeping arrangements and everything. Should be an interesting weekend.
The finances are still a bit whack currently. Am working on ‘em.
No studies happened this weekend. It was family time. And a wonderful time was had by all.
My baby girl is now 4 months old. She is now eligible for some cereal at night. But, a max of 2 teaspoons was allowed.
I still have a problem with the leave system. I can’t believe that I have to take annual leave if my kid gets sick, or has to go for shots, etc etc. I just don’t have enough. On the plus side – I have some stacked up from last year. There just seems to be some confusion on exactly how much is available. Did you know that annual leave does not accumulate while you are on maternity leave? I didn’t.
The news these days is very depressing. This morning alone I read about taxi violence, people stealing houses, political fraudsters coming off scot free. It’s very disheartening. I don’t like what JZ is doing, I think he should be prosecuted. Those far more eloquent than I, have said similar things on the news24 website. I wonder where this country is heading. Will there be justice for anyone in a one party democracy?
And as we all know: a happy wife tends to lead to a happy life for my hubby.
The rugby went well, but was upsetting. I only had one game wrong this weekend. But, it was my powerplay, so it cost me 2 points. Stupid Bulls.
The husband and I have been summoned to a funeral this weekend. I wonder how prevalent this is going to become in this marriage. I rather like family gatherings, it’s always good to see the old faces again. But, when it’s not my family, it tends to be a tedious time. I have made the sleeping arrangements and everything. Should be an interesting weekend.
The finances are still a bit whack currently. Am working on ‘em.
No studies happened this weekend. It was family time. And a wonderful time was had by all.
My baby girl is now 4 months old. She is now eligible for some cereal at night. But, a max of 2 teaspoons was allowed.
I still have a problem with the leave system. I can’t believe that I have to take annual leave if my kid gets sick, or has to go for shots, etc etc. I just don’t have enough. On the plus side – I have some stacked up from last year. There just seems to be some confusion on exactly how much is available. Did you know that annual leave does not accumulate while you are on maternity leave? I didn’t.
The news these days is very depressing. This morning alone I read about taxi violence, people stealing houses, political fraudsters coming off scot free. It’s very disheartening. I don’t like what JZ is doing, I think he should be prosecuted. Those far more eloquent than I, have said similar things on the news24 website. I wonder where this country is heading. Will there be justice for anyone in a one party democracy?
Monday, March 23, 2009
Walking on sunshine
Unbeknownst to me, as I was watching the husband play rugby last Saturday, I acquired some form of heatstroke. Or, sunstroke. Or, something.
I was fine all day Saturday, sitting in the shade for the half hour of warming up they did, and then the ensuing 80 minute game with 10 minute remission at half time. I even had a soft drink to keep me busy. We went home after the game – they had won 33-3. And, I felt fine, if a tad tired.
Sunday morning I woke up with the world’s worst headache. I was sensitive to light and sound. My body was sore all over, my skin on my face and lips was tight. I felt horrible. So, the husband found me some pills I could take while boobie-feeding. He brought me some water. I then swallowed the pills and promptly went back to sleep, duvet over my feverish head.
I eventually woke up at 10am again, feeling a million times better, if a bit sunburnt. I was a bit surprised, as I spent all that time in the shade. But, I’m not overly shocked, as I know that UV rays will get you wherever you are. I should’ve been smart about it, and put some sunscreen on. Lesson learnt.
On another note, my exam registration went through, so it looks like I will be writing in June. Somehow I forgot to study over the weekend. I had such high hopes for myself. So, I have to redouble my efforts this week. Hopefully I will get some good study hours in this week. If I can just study and revise 20 pages of the study guide per week, I will have more than enough time to absorb all the material.
I also have to go to gym every day this week, at the risk of losing the rebate my medical aid pays to the gym, if I don’t. I am not happy about this. I feel like the R350 I'm shelling out for gym membership is going to waste. The internal struggle continues as I grapple with the “should I, shouldn’t I?” as far as cancelling my membership is concerned.
Everybody who knows me, and wants to come to my birthday braai at my parents’ house – you are all welcome. If you need a place to snooze, please lemme know at your earliest convenience. It’s happening over a long weekend – easter. Give me a call and lemme know. I plan to bring Scrabble, Pictionary and 30 seconds. Yes, I’m a big nerd.
I’m getting used to the heels. I find starting out with small heels and then upgrading to longer ones, tends to ease the process. Also, not running up and down the stairs and corridors also helps.
My heatstroke remains with me only in the tightness in my face. Otherwise, life is still good.
Have a great day, blogmune!
I was fine all day Saturday, sitting in the shade for the half hour of warming up they did, and then the ensuing 80 minute game with 10 minute remission at half time. I even had a soft drink to keep me busy. We went home after the game – they had won 33-3. And, I felt fine, if a tad tired.
Sunday morning I woke up with the world’s worst headache. I was sensitive to light and sound. My body was sore all over, my skin on my face and lips was tight. I felt horrible. So, the husband found me some pills I could take while boobie-feeding. He brought me some water. I then swallowed the pills and promptly went back to sleep, duvet over my feverish head.
I eventually woke up at 10am again, feeling a million times better, if a bit sunburnt. I was a bit surprised, as I spent all that time in the shade. But, I’m not overly shocked, as I know that UV rays will get you wherever you are. I should’ve been smart about it, and put some sunscreen on. Lesson learnt.
On another note, my exam registration went through, so it looks like I will be writing in June. Somehow I forgot to study over the weekend. I had such high hopes for myself. So, I have to redouble my efforts this week. Hopefully I will get some good study hours in this week. If I can just study and revise 20 pages of the study guide per week, I will have more than enough time to absorb all the material.
I also have to go to gym every day this week, at the risk of losing the rebate my medical aid pays to the gym, if I don’t. I am not happy about this. I feel like the R350 I'm shelling out for gym membership is going to waste. The internal struggle continues as I grapple with the “should I, shouldn’t I?” as far as cancelling my membership is concerned.
Everybody who knows me, and wants to come to my birthday braai at my parents’ house – you are all welcome. If you need a place to snooze, please lemme know at your earliest convenience. It’s happening over a long weekend – easter. Give me a call and lemme know. I plan to bring Scrabble, Pictionary and 30 seconds. Yes, I’m a big nerd.
I’m getting used to the heels. I find starting out with small heels and then upgrading to longer ones, tends to ease the process. Also, not running up and down the stairs and corridors also helps.
My heatstroke remains with me only in the tightness in my face. Otherwise, life is still good.
Have a great day, blogmune!
Friday, October 31, 2008
Friday, October 24, 2008
Existential music rant
Is there a distinction between things that make me authentically “me” and things that make me happy?
Try this exercise:
- Compile a list of things that make you uniquely you.
- Now compile a list of things consisting of things you enjoy or love.
- How about a list of things that make you happy?
See, here’s the thing – my lists overlap. But, I suppose that stands to reason when you take into consideration that things you enjoy probably make you happy. … That’s causality for you, folks.
I’m going through another Placebo phase.
Something that has stuck with me, which Brian Molko (lead singer) once said, was that there were way too many tiaras in their crowds. Hee hee. So, does it stand to reason that the people who listen to and love Placebo are all misunderstood, lonely and blissfully oblivious to the real world? It’s called the “Princess complex”.
I love it when Brian tells me that without me, he's nothing. (Not because Brian is saying it, but it’s comforting to hear that – from anyone, in fact.) So, that’s probably how you get stalkers. You get just that little bit detached from reality and suddenly all the lyrics were written specially for you – a person the writer (oftentimes not even the same person as the singer) has never met.
I’m also very attracted to lyrics. Make them colourful, make them deviant, make them morbid! Another favourite of mine is Mr. Manson’s sad song lyrics. For example, have you heard Man That You Fear? It starts out with: “Ants are in the sugar, muscles atrophied, we’re on the other side; the screen is us and we’re TV”.
I love interpreting lyrics. I mean, in most cases, the more cryptic the lyrics, the more multiplied the myriad meanings. I love it!
My husband has bought/ordered me a car radio. If you remember, I became a crime statisticwhen I first moved here. So, I’m anxiously awaiting the opportunity to listen to my music in my car again. Bliss!! Placebo, KoRn, Manson, Radiohead, Rammstein, Seether, Evanescence.
Okay, so maybe I have a bit of a Morbid Princess complex. But, hey – My life rocks right now. I’m a happy morbid princess, content in my perception/delusion of what the world has to offer me and in my daily experiences.
“I’m feeling so anaesthetised in my comfort zone.” – Placebo (The Bitter End)
Try this exercise:
- Compile a list of things that make you uniquely you.
- Now compile a list of things consisting of things you enjoy or love.
- How about a list of things that make you happy?
See, here’s the thing – my lists overlap. But, I suppose that stands to reason when you take into consideration that things you enjoy probably make you happy. … That’s causality for you, folks.
I’m going through another Placebo phase.
Something that has stuck with me, which Brian Molko (lead singer) once said, was that there were way too many tiaras in their crowds. Hee hee. So, does it stand to reason that the people who listen to and love Placebo are all misunderstood, lonely and blissfully oblivious to the real world? It’s called the “Princess complex”.
I love it when Brian tells me that without me, he's nothing. (Not because Brian is saying it, but it’s comforting to hear that – from anyone, in fact.) So, that’s probably how you get stalkers. You get just that little bit detached from reality and suddenly all the lyrics were written specially for you – a person the writer (oftentimes not even the same person as the singer) has never met.
I’m also very attracted to lyrics. Make them colourful, make them deviant, make them morbid! Another favourite of mine is Mr. Manson’s sad song lyrics. For example, have you heard Man That You Fear? It starts out with: “Ants are in the sugar, muscles atrophied, we’re on the other side; the screen is us and we’re TV”.
I love interpreting lyrics. I mean, in most cases, the more cryptic the lyrics, the more multiplied the myriad meanings. I love it!
My husband has bought/ordered me a car radio. If you remember, I became a crime statisticwhen I first moved here. So, I’m anxiously awaiting the opportunity to listen to my music in my car again. Bliss!! Placebo, KoRn, Manson, Radiohead, Rammstein, Seether, Evanescence.
Okay, so maybe I have a bit of a Morbid Princess complex. But, hey – My life rocks right now. I’m a happy morbid princess, content in my perception/delusion of what the world has to offer me and in my daily experiences.
“I’m feeling so anaesthetised in my comfort zone.” – Placebo (The Bitter End)
Friday, August 8, 2008
Friday, July 4, 2008
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