I think you would be hard pressed finding someone who gives less of a shit about sport than I do. However I have noticed that my carelessness is especially prevalent towards sports that involve a ball, like cricket, rugby, football/soccer, netbal, golf, with the possible exception of hockey - but I think it’s because of the violence and the stick?. Still I can’t really say I like to watch it, but it was fun to play when I was still in school.
I like watching syncronised swimming (in a I’ll watch it if it happens to be on while I’m chilling in front of the TV kind of way), I really can’t believe that they don’t drown?! Have you seen how long they hold their breaths?! One day someone is going to drown while I’m watching and then I’m going to be really sorry that I said that.
Why am I mentioning this? Well, for someone who doesn’t watch sports involving balls football has become surprisingly important in my world. EVERYONE at my work are avid fans of some or another football team…I have seen a grown man almost cry because his team has a useless player called Reina (I am worried that I seem to be able to remember this name). That man is Sparrow, and his team is Liverpool, which have now seen their ass. Sparrow was not a happy camper - and when Sparrow has a crap day, we all do.
Luckily he seemed to snap out of it fairly fast and by Friday he was himself again. Now, you might remember that I am now in my 44 days of No Booze for exams, and that Sparrow promised to join me for those 44 days of no drinking. On Friday I get a strange call from the Sparrow - it went a bit like this: Sparrow, “Weazel (that’s what he likes to call us), can I have a beer if I don’t drink it?”. Me, ” What would you do with it Sparrow? Are you planning on holding it all night long and just staring at it - because that is kind of sad you know?”. Sparrow, “Not exactly. What if I poured it into a bowl and ate it with a spoon? That wouldn’t be drinking, it would be eating…what do you think?”. Me, “Mwahahahaha! No.”. Sparrow, “You suck.”. Peeeeeeeeeeeep…
Tomorrow will be day 5 of 44 for me. I wonder if he’s made it through the long weekend or not. 
I think he did…good Sparrow.
This has been a weird weekend for me. Saturday I went to Sandra’s baby shower thingy in Plattekloof. It was held at the house of this other friend of hers, and let me just say that this must be one of the biggest houses I have ever seen. It has doors big enough to drive a truck through, fountains all over and a private parking lot! It is not very often that you go visit someone who has a circular driveway and their own private parking lot…well it’s not something I do very often anyway. This is the view from the back garden.
If I had known it was going to be such a castle I might have dressed up a tiny bit, but as it were I am sick to death of wearing black and being perched on high heels all day long, so I just popped in wearing jeans, a T-Shirt and some comfy flip flops. The hostess didn’t really seem to take to me, but I got on just fine with most of the other people there and it was great seeing Sandra and her mom again. She’s having a baby boy, due early August. If he’s anything like his mom she’s going to need to keep her wits about her to stay one step ahead of the little rascal.
Saturday afternoon I drove all over through vineyards and what-not to find some home made jam. That’s what I’ve been craving on my sandwiches all week long. Fig jam to be precise. Sometimes I surprise myself too… I’m still trying to get over the fact that I’m packing myself a lunch now everyday, never mind the fact that I’m craving home made jam of all things. I found some :-D, I got some fig jam, and some black cherry jam, and I can’t wait to try them out this week.
When I got home Alexander was busy pottering around in the garage with the steel he bought for the burglar proofing, and even Troep joined in for about five minutes before raiding the fridge again, and then he scrambled back to wherever he goes when he’s not here.
Sunday morning…I woke up at 6:30 with an uncontrollable urge to go to church. Seriously - the one morning that I can just roll over and sleep some more I wake up at 6:30?! Unbelievable. I found my local church a mere 4 blocks away from home. It’s quite tiny and cosey - I like it. There is a good chance that I’ll become a regular. The one preacher guy has an awesome voice…I could listen to this guy talk all day long. The other one is a woman, with a not so soothing voice…although she is a fairly decent singer I have to admit.
Back at home I made myself the mother of all roast chicken sandwiches for lunch (It was magnificent! I actually can’t believe that I didn’t take a picture). I found this funny looking bread rolls at the market that are made from yellow corn flour and are covered in roasted pumpkin seeds. On that I had slices of fresh tomato, baby spinach, mozzarella cheese and of course the roast chicken! Glass of milk with that and watching some Disney movies on TV had me happily snoozing on the couch in no time at all.
I studied some since I had the house all to myself for most of the day. When Alexander and Chere’ came back tonight we made pancakes and watched a Quentin Tarantino movie called Death Proof. It was dark and twisted enough to keep me awake, but after that my house-mates put on some DVD about sports cars and I was happily snoozing on the couch again. A perfect lazy Sunday if you ask me…the best part of all is that tomorrow is a public holiday for me (at last - whoohooo!).
I know I didn’t write or post a poem last week, it was a bit chaotic and I didn’t get round to it. This week I managed, but it’s a bit somber I guess. Blame watching Tantentino movies if you must, but truthfully it’s something that’s been on my mind a lot even before that.
Tomorrow, I’m going having breakfast with Sherry and shoe shopping for new winter boots for work. And then of course studying, studying…and more studying. My first exam is on Friday. It’s going to be brilliant! 
I want a cigarette so bad I can almost taste it…
