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And we’re all wearing black again?

26 October , 2017

So if you haven’t spent all of yesterday and today under a rock, you would know by now that there has been a call to “action” for everyone to wear black on Monday as a sign of protest againt all the recent farm murders.

I have in the past thrown my wardrobe in with similar worthy causes, see below:

So I don’t mind wearing black for this at all. In fact I am already wearing black now, and I’ll keep wearing it till Monday and beyond if it helps.

Will it help? No, it won’t. Will it make it worse? Also not. So I’ll go along with it.

Why does it feel like I’m attending the funeral of my country one wear-black-protest at a time?

I had a very disturbing dream earlier this week about a home invasion by the way. This is not new for me. I don’t remember dreams often but when I do they are usually about me protecting my loved ones from skollies (well either that, or flying with super powers – love those dreams!).

In this dream I was alone however. Four guys somehow broke into the house while I was working and had my earphones on. I didn’t specifically see what happened to three of them in my dream…but I do remember that I ended them with a bread knife and followed the fourth guy outside. He shot me, the asshole! And then I pressed the SOS emergency thing on my phone. Haha, probably should have done that sooner? Right? Anyway in my dream, #notavampire and my dad rocked up at the same time to my SOS. However since they’ve never met it was kind of crucial that I explain what the actual threat was. Skollie number 4 had scampered over the wall with only minor bread knife flesh wounds and I was busy painting the driveway red and starting to see spots.

At this point I passed out from blood loss in the dream and woke up from heart pulputations in the real world. Read into that what you want to. 😉

Anyway, never mind my fucked up dream where taking a bread knife to a gun fight actually seemed like a great move. It’s not. Seriously, if that’s all you have – try your best, but don’t make it your go to move. 

What I guess the point is that as dreams go, it’s not that far fetched. We have had armed robberies and home invasions up and down this street in almost every house but this one. My brother has been in multiple armed robberies (remember this?).

So I’ll wear the black on Monday. One day it may very well be for my own funeral or yours… I don’t see this getting better. And I don’t see a way out for me and my family (even if we wanted to go, which we don’t). 

We may get taken out…but we won’t go quietly. And until that day we’ll wear black when called to as the armchair activists we are.

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That time that Maryna was born…

5 October , 2017

What an adventure! I haven’t laughed this hard for so long in ages. If I had to sum up this camp in one word, that word would be JOY! 

My new mission is to take some of this joy with me into my normal day to day life. There is no reason why everything has to be so serious all the time.

I can probably give you a blow by blow of why this camp was so amazing, but I think the photos will do it better than I could… (and since WordPress decided to pop them in from most recent to oldest, we’re going to time travel while doing it – grab your foil hats and board the Delores).

Nicola’s face says it all…last day blues.

I was assigned to plant knowledge with these two lovely ladies. We had such a great group of kids, and a barrel of laughs. Hardly felt like work at all!

So the story of “Maryna” really starts with Janita (lady in yellow above). Yolandi and I were assigned guard duty for Saturday night 2-4am. You don’t actually guard againts danger as such, it’s more like being on the lookout for crying or coughing kids and sleepwalkers. 

We arrived at our post at 2am sharp and started off our shift with some much needed coffee. Janita then took turns confusing Yolandi and myself for someone named Maryna, and saying we could go sleep as there already 4 other people on duty.

I said we would both happily be Maryna if she let us go back to bed! And so we became the Maryna…to the utter confusion not only of the real Maryna, but also the other 450 campers. 😆

We weren’t the only ones who picked up new names either. Janita’s husband (man in yellow above) is John and he has a hefty French surname. Camp admin decided to redub him Johan Pieterse! 😆

Beautiful open skies morning after a spectacularly stormy night!

They look like little well dressed refugees. We had to plan B it for dinner locations when the storm broke loose.

Some of the groups that were a bit more outside than inside, sported wardrobe that I will forever in my mind’s eye see as post apocolypse chic! 😆

It is actually very cold and wet in this photo and rather unpleasant to wander around in looking for a dry spot to have a quick smoke break in.

Just LOOK at those clouds! Thunder and lightning, my favourite kind of storms, are a little bit less fun in a tent…especially if the wind ripped your tent to confetti (which luckily was not the case for me as Chris secured it well enough to keep it from becoming a kite!).

My tent, frowning at the wind…

Our course had a daily slot at the pool. There was extreme splashing! Which led to the Maryna taking an unexpected fully clothed swim for a splash off with the youngsters…to their delight and the subtle and not so subtle disapproval of some more serious adults in the general vacinity of the pool.
We regret nothing!

Photo booth fun with some dear friends!

My shoes were wet from the storm and the extreme bathroom clean up we had to do.

My friend from last year was in one of the outside groups so we unfortunately had only a little bit of time for a quick catch up.

Someone decided Monday needed blue coffee for the blue-ness of the Monday. It came out more like green hulk smash coffee though…

Love this sky in these wide open spaces.

Pearls of rain on the fence after the first storm.

So each course group gets allocated a bathroom cleaning slot as well. As our luck seems to be, we got one after a short power outage. When the power goes out so does the pump driven water supply…and whoever was unlucky enough to be in the shower at that moment forgot the tap open!
Motivation for the little ones comes in the form of beans. It all forms part of a very elaborate scoring system and the camp cup. 
This bathroom clean up was an 18 bean affair!

My tent when it’s not frowning at a storm. And me, sorting out my bed. Somewhere I actually have a foot pump, but since all my stuff is still in boxes I had to lung it.

Seriously, this has been one of the best camps I have ever been on. It was good for my soul!

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The rules…

15 September , 2017

So…online dating…hahaha. Very interesting!

I thought it might be a good time to discuss dating in general with Nicola and see what she thinks about it. And more specifically what does she think about me dating.

So I asked her if she was okay with the idea of me dating, and occasionally staying with my folks while I go meet someone, as I might need to see a few guys before I found one I liked. Saturday morning to start with as I’ve been invited for breakfast.

She’s cool with it but she has two conditions:

  1. I have to take a selfie with him…because she says that if we look at the photo and he’s not in it we’ll know he’s a vampire!
  2. If he asks me to marry him, I have to say no.

Mwahaha…good to know that she thinks I am so irrisistable that any guy will ask me to be his wife the first time he lays eyes on me!

I said don’t worry. We don’t even know each other. He’s not going to ask. 

She said, even if he tells you EVERYTHING about himself on Saturday, you must still say no. I don’t want to move, it’s my friend’s birthday party in the afternoon. Hahaha! Things are fast paced in the world of Nicola.

Okay. I think I can agree to that.

I promised not to agree to marry anyone she hasn’t met and liked. And I won’t introduce her to any vampires.

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Now I think that I’ve really seen it all

13 September , 2017

Universe: Challenge accepted! Hold my beer.

Okay, I stand corrected…


I am so dumstruck, I don’t even know how to begin explaining this one. 

Let’s just say if there was a list and one of the options you could tick was, “Had someone fake their own death, rather dramatically, to avoid having a tough discussion with you”, I would now be able to get a point for that.

I think. 

I could be wrong, but I’m pretty sure I’m not. Like 97% sure. If your going to dish up a fantastic story it’s key to keep details to a minimum or you’re just making it too easy to spot. You are going to paint yourself into a corner sooner or later, trust me. Less is more.

Anyhoo…Do you think it’s better and more appropriate to send flowers, or to hand deliver to the “deceased”? 😉

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Happy Spring Day

1 September , 2017


Not the coldest winter ever, but still one that made me feel like hibernating.

There are so many things that I have been meaning to write about, but somehow I blink and the moment has passed and I wrote nothing again.

Let me see if I can do a short summary in bullet points:

  • If one considers 18 to be grown up then I have now been adult-ish for 21 years. Of those years I have been single by choice for roughly 14 of those. I’m quite comfortable with my own company. However somehow I am now giving off man-stealing vibes, because for the first time ever people are now pissing on their territory when I’m near. It’s been strange to experience…I still consider myself to be harmless.
  • Still working the flexi hour gig. It’s going really well and we’ve damn near hit our target for November every month since March! I enjoy the people I work with, and they seem to enjoy me too.
  • Gardening up a storm with Nicola at my parents’ place! We’ve planted pumpkins, cucumbers, carrots, tomatoes, peas, cauliflower, strawberries and blueberries. I’m working on some tomarillo seeds from the neighbours to add to our collection.
  • We are now on fibre both at home and work. Data caps no more! Really, it’s too much fun not to worry at all about it. I actually make most of my calls on Voip now too. Earlier this week, unbeknownst to me the router and my phone had a disagreement about security and I was on mobile data for a day before realising. Haha, burnt through what usually lasted me a month in less than a day!
  • I have been terrible at reading. I’ve been sitting on the same book now for almost a month and I still don’t really care about the characters. Soldiering on however, I still have 50% of the book left to find someone I like in it.
  • I have also disembarked the bant-wagon. For many reasons, the primary one being I am not really in charge of what I eat at the moment. So I sort of try to dodge it, but if I can’t I don’t lose any sleep over it.
  • And I have cracked and joined Instagram. Just to see. I’m still not sure what the fuss is about or how many of my photos I’ll unleash on there, but we’ll see.

So that’s where we are, in a nutshell. I’ll leave you with some words of wisdom until I manage to write again…

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He was a very good boy…R.I.P. Diablo

12 May , 2017

He was without a doubt the most disobedient dog we ever had, but he was so gentle hearted, playful and filled with mischief you couldn’t help but laugh (or forgive him).

He had a good run, but his heart just couldn’t keep up with him anymore.

There’s a photo somewhere of him when he was a pup. Glowing red eyes and trying to eat the burglar bars. I really wanted to put that pic up here but that was 2 hard drive crashes ago and my photo albums are all still chilling in boxes. 

Here are a few of my favourite photos of Diablo (that I have in soft copy anyway).







And this was him on his last…

And then he got better…

And then he didn’t.

And when our boy, who loved to run and yip, was quiet and battled to get up or eat from pain…we knew it was time to say goodbye.

And it sucked, because we loved him. And he was part of our family. 

And we will never forget him.

Thanks for the laughs, cuddles and unexpected avo trees Balloeki… and even the high speed chases when you managed to slip out and go on a sight-seeing rampage from time to time. 

xxx

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Time is Marching on ;-)

12 March , 2017

So ideally you don’t want to keep tracking these things, but you know…it’s not just me being affected by this, and two years is a decent stretch of time so it’s okay to wrap it up properly. 

Today is my 1 month anti-versary. 

I feel good. Most days. It’s okay. I also feel no burning need to get back on the horse, so to speak. This horse, or any other stallion passing through. I’m stopping to smell the roses as a pedestrian…and the roses are grand.

(I do however feel like I’ve waved the proverbial unscented body lotion at the scanner of target, since all my fb adds have changed from wedding rings and dresses to dating apps). 

My biggest concern in pulling the plug has always been how it would be for Nicola. I probably put it off for much longer than I should have, because what kind of asshole would I be if I just ripped away a 2nd father figure from her without trying my utmost best to make it work? 

So, ironic I guess that incompatible parenting styles was the final nail in the coffin for us. In fact it may have been about 70% of the previous nails too. And also ironic that Nicola has not just taken this in her stride, but genuinely blossomed away from the drama. 

So truly, in this case, the road to my personal hell has been paved with good but unneccesary intentions. 
Other things in my world at the moment

  • Still working insane hours from home. Flexi hours really mean ALL the hours!
  • Hopefully getting fibre soon, as the new job is intensely data hungry
  • Still on the bant-wagon…although this has been the cheatiest week I’ve had so far! When I eat contra-bant I feel physically ill, and wake up in pain. So that’s a great motivator, as if the weight loss wasn’t enough.
  • My aunt (my mom’s cousin) passed away this week from complications after an operation she had. I didn’t know her that well to be honest, but the funeral was still quite emotional. My great uncle almost fell in the grave! The raw pain and sorrow you see on a parent’s face when they have to bury their child, really hits home…even when the child was 57. I hope I never have to be that strong.
  • I am feeling blessed and taken care of in all areas of my life
  • New car goes like a rocket (especially compared to the old one). It’s been raining off and on, but on the odd occasion that we’ve had a warmer day, the aircon has been bliss…like I knew it would be.
  • I am really enjoying motivation type poster thingies, on fb and pinterest alike. Some of them really make me chuckle. I am not angry…but I can relate to some really angry ones too. Maybe I am angrier than I give myself credit for?
  • I have lots of questions about the new whatsapp status picture thingy. For instance, does it only come up if both people have each other in their contacts? I’ve tried it out a few times now, but I’m not a fan. I don’t miss the old one, since I hardly ever used it but I get more out of posting a pic to fb honestly. Also I get to see it again next year with the “on this day” feature. Do you like it?

Want to see some of the posters I’ve enjoyed? Okay, brace yourself – here they come!

This one is not personally relevant to me, I just had a wow moment when I saw it.

Also not this one…but it is still true. 😀 

Ps! Looks like Sundays are my blog days now. Hope you have a fan-f-ing-tastic week.

Pps! My mom’s birthday is coming up. I am at a loss as to what to get her, and she is not being helpful with ideas. Any suggestions? (Keep in mind that her only vices are reading and shopping, and that I have an extremely limited rebuilding-my-life again budget).