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Mine

10 July , 2018

These two are getting on like a house on fire now, and I couldn’t be happier.

When I see my daughter relax and trust someone, let them in instead of maintaining a cautious distance for a change, it does my heart good. I think 8 is too young to be jaded about people’s intentions, and I hate to think that I might be the cause of that inherent distrust.

So this is my Nicola and my Andy, or Andreas as he is not known. I am so happy I could burst. 😀

He seems to get on well with most of my family too, except my mom. I’m sure she’ll come around in time, if Nicola got her inherent distrust from anyone it’s probably my mom and not me. If you know my kid at all, you’ll know that once she’s decided that she likes and trusts you, that you’re part of “her people” she’ll go to war for you without hesitation. Her fierce loyalty is really quite remarkable and awe inspiring when you see it in action.

On Sunday she went to war for Andy.

My mom was giving me a hard time about him, and out nowhere Nicola piped up, “Ouma, don’t you want my mom to be happy? Andy makes her happy…and he’s nice.” I don’t know who was more surprised, me or my mom.

It’s been super awkward around here since then as you can probably imagine. I hate living with this atmosphere hanging over everything. I really hope that things smooth over soon, I’m running out of beta blockers and I’d really like to stay calm.

I may have mentioned it once or twice before in other posts. I’m almost 40 years old, how the hell did I end up in a position where people think that they can still make my decisions for me, and treat me like a child?! Weigh in if you must, but don’t be a jerk about it. I too have lots of opinions about how other people should live their lives, but I keep those to myself because it’s not my decision to make.

It’ll work out in the end, I’m sure. One way or another. Wish me luck guys.

Did you ever have something similar happen to you, and how did you handle it?

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Reflections

1 July , 2018

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What a week!

Secret place shenanigans

Work is INSANE at the moment…in a time that is usually quieter for us. I can see everyone is just as tired as I am, some are acting out a bit but lets just blame the winter-meh? My week has consisted of fighting fires all day, every day. It’s a remote virtual office setup, so all fire fighting is done via email and phone. I have had my phone on charge almost constantly and still manage to run down the battery to single digits 2 to 3 times a day!

And then on Friday I was asked to start thinking about how to automate my function…Mwahahaha! I’m now convinced that some people have no idea what I actually do around here. If any of you know how to automate herding cats, or whipping people into shape without actually breaking them at the same time, let me know what tool you’re using. I’d love to give it a bash and free up some breathing space.

Home and heart

Nicola is doing great! She’s at holiday care most days, mostly because they follow a good structured but entertaining program there and if she stays home she’ll be in the tablet and youtube 24/7. I’m not on leave, so I can’t entertain her all day for three weeks of school holidays.

There was some upheaval with broken pedals and training wheels on her bicycle, and I finally convinced her we need to get a bigger bike…with no training wheels. She has been resisting this move for the last 2 years at least – so big step in the right direction!

We can now be seen up and downing in the road a couple of times a day trying to get the hang of balance without assistance. This new bike is going to be great for my health I guess? Andy and I are the training wheels at the moment so doing a lot of f-ing running! (Usually I only run for spiders).

Love

As you may or may not have guessed from my previous post, I have met someone very special.

He is extremely honest about anything that might make you run for the hills or judge him, right from the word go…but if you don’t….you will discover someone so sweet and caring that it will knock your socks off!

I am not worried about dark and twisty pasts. I have one too. Honesty is like a drug to me, I can’t get enough of it.

I love that he makes the effort to be in our lives every single day. He allows Nicola to approach him at her own pace…which is cautious and slow (she did make him a lovely avatar of himself yesterday, as she thought he would look as a girl in a purple dress), and he makes me laugh uncontrollably, when he’s not making me lose my train of thought with his amazing kisses, sometimes he does both at the same time.

And I trust him…which is not a small thing for me.

What we don’t have in common is taste in music, hahaha. That’s okay. I can live with that. Also, if I want any chance of actually talking to his father other than saying, “Hi” I will probably have to learn some German.

Other

A couple of months ago my brother bear and SIL told us that they are considering moving to Australia.

It’s not great. It’s terrible! I can’t imagine living in a different country than my brother! I get it though. Things are not exactly going well here in South Africa. At that point I suggested that we should then maybe all look at going.

As it turned out, I can’t get in on permanent residence, the longest I can find a legal way to be there is for two years. There is not even a slim chance in hell that I would uproot Nicola and drag her halfway across the world for two years (and have you seen the spiders there! Eeep!).

So Oz is out for me. They are busy with their process, and it looks like they should be fine. The only chance my folks have of getting in is if Riaan and Karen sponsor them after two years to do so. Which is a pretty expensive exercise, but not impossible.

Where does that leave Nicola and I? Well I guess we either have to look at another place, or make this one work for us. I’m leaning on just staying, because I don’t actually want to go anyway. I just want South Africa to start moving towards the amazing place I think it can be, instead of this cluster fuck of crime and chaos that it is at the moment.

My dad dragged me to an emigration seminar on Wednesday for New Zealand. Looks like it might be considerably easier finding your way in there…but I’m not really sure I actually want to live there to begin with.

On the up side, with his qualifications and experience, they are pretty confident that they’d be able to get the age restriction waved for him…this means that my parents will have another option independently. This means a lot to my dad I think, when you’re used to leading the way it’s a tough pill to swallow that your only option is hitching your wagon to someone else’s star to get where you want to go.

How awful would it be if we all end up in different countries at the end of this? I guess what is meant to be, will be. If that happens I need to find a way to get ridiculously wealthy, so that we can go visit everyone wherever they end up.

Getting filthy rich doesn’t look like it’s going to happen where I work now…but I’ve been asked to try my hand at writing erotica. It is harder than you think! Hahaha, oooooh oooooh sooooo hard! If you have any ideas on a good nom de plume I can use for this, let me know.

Okay, that’s a wrap from me for this week…what the hell have you guys been up to?

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29 May , 2018

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21 May , 2018

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10 May , 2018

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It was the best of times…it was the worst of times…it was this past long weekend!

2 May , 2018

This particular photo wasn’t strictly speaking from this weekend, but isn’t Polka just so darned cute posing there amongst the autumn leaves?

So on the worst side: Friday was not a very free day for me personally. I managed to pick up some form of food poisoning I guess, and I spent the majority of my day on the bathroom floor trying to keep water down.

It was “glorius”! Not. I am no stranger to tummy bugs and food poisonings alike, best is usually to just let your body get rid of what’s bugging. Don’t fight it, it’s trying to protect you. It got to a point where my dad offered to take me to hospital and I strongly considered taking him up on that offer.

Blergh!

More on the worst side: Poor L, Nicola’s bestie since forever landed up in hospital for most of the weekend fighting of some infection. We snuck in to see her as Nicola isn’t 12 yet and technically not really allowed in the wards. Oh well, the place was just about deserted since I think most people try to have their medical emergencies on weekends other than long weekends.

Nicola was freaked out by all the drips and needles, and didn’t want to touch her friend for fear of hurting her…but at least we got to say hi and drop off a “thinking of you” gift.

On the best side: My cousin Bernadine and her family, and my cousin Albert and his family dropped in for lunch Sunday, and my folks whipped up a FEAST. Even more spectacular, I managed to keep it down (the previous day I kept to toast and black coffee to nurse my poor tummy past it’s temper tantrum).

These two above, Bernadine and Zelmarie are both busy hatching – and both due within a month of each other. Shame, they are in the proper exhausted part of this experiences and made turns almost falling asleep on each other.

More feast prep!

The worst: Monday morning and my noodle looks like she’s coming down with something…and we have big plans for the day, so we self medicate, cross our fingers and hope for the best.

She perked up a bit after she was properly awake. And usually she shakes these things off like it’s nothing (unless there are teeth involved, then she goes down like a ton of bricks and we end up at the emergency room with crazy fevers).

No teeth this time round, no fever, just a bit clingy and not 100%. Felt like about a 80% to me, so onwards with the big plans.

Best times: We spent a fabulous day at the Walter Sisulu Botanical Gardens with L, who we’ve successfully established is in fact not a vampire. 😉

See? He shows up in photos and he doesn’t go up in smoke if the sun hits him. 😀

😀 I am extremely happy…as you can see!

*Blows kisses at L, who also reads this blog now*

On the way out I foolishly let Nicola trot around this new water feature they built. In my defense, it was a pretty warm day and she had been clowning around so effortlessly that it sort of slipped my mind that she woke up not feeling great.

We went home, and all watched a movie together. Nicola insisted that L had to see Harry Potter – Chamber of Secrets. 😆 After which she jumped on him for piggy back rides!

The in between: On Tuesday we took a full on pajama day. A stay at home and do as little as possible sort of pajama day. The best kind of pajama day ever! Very relaxing.

Nicola woke up properly sick and without a voice. It cleared up a bit later but as the day went on the coughing just got worse and worse.

My dad had a mission to clear gutters. You can see the millions of little leaves which were clogging it up. This isn’t even from our tree, but never mind that.

I’m not sure that this is the safest way to unclog gutters demonstrated in this pic above, but it’s a very awkward little space in between the house and the neighbours, and luckily the neighbours were kind enough to switch off their electric fence for this manouvre (it’s not their tree either, in case you were wondering).

My job was to man the tap for blasting and on occasion to hold the ladder for mounting and dismounting. I had a lot of time to take random photos of the leaves and what-not.

Clear skies, wet gutter…I just liked the look of this reflection there.

The worst: Today Nicola was now seriously ill and as luck would have it, my manager who I was supposed to have three offsite client meetings with today also had to bail out due to a sick baby. Her;s is suspected to have glandular fever.

And so we found ourselves at a pretty packed Medicross, waiting to see our doctor…Nicola coughing up a storm, but otherwise being a real champ.

Our waiting room faces…

Okay the last straw worst: Nicola has laryngitis which is busy spreading to her lungs. Two or three days bed rest and a bag of meds prescribed. The list was antibiotics, custom made cough syrup, and Myprodol syrup.

I asked the doc if I could switch the Myprodol for Stopayne, since I know that knocks her out and I think the rest will probably help her get better sooner. He said no problem, just ask the pharmacist to switch it out. Great.

Not great.

The entire experience at the pharmacy was traumatic and unsatisfactory to say the least. Suffice it to say this particular pharmacist and myself rubbed each other up the wrong way from the word go, and we were both happy to see the back of each other by the time I left.

For the sake of completeness of history, let me tell you the way we pissed each other off:

  1. They have this stupid queuing system that allocates you a number. You will not be served without it, so resistance is futile. As luck would have it, the blasted thing had a paper jam when I pressed the button and it took them about 5 numbers to sort it out before I managed to get my hands on an actual numbered ticket.
  2. So the cranky pants at counter 2 opens up. There is no one in front of me. He starts calling numbers that were never allocated. Predictably no one steps up. He obviously has a sort of process to follow, because he calls each number twice and gives a couple of minutes for them to respond. These invisible people who aren’t there. I have a giggle at this and tell him that I think I’m next, there was a paper jam on the machine. OOooooh noooooo! I can’t jump the mythical queue! He carries on with calling no one for ten rounds before I am allowed to step up to the counter.
  3. Oh well, you know, prisoner of process. I shrug and thank my lucky stars that this is not my daily slog.
  4. I mention the Myprodol/Stopayne swop out to him and he gets mighty offended at the concept. Oh no, can’t substitute one for the other, they’re not the same thing you see (yes captain obvious, I know they’re not, that’s why I asked for a different one – they are both over the counter). He is however willing to sell me the other one as an extra…dude, are you for real?! In my moment of need, you are trying to up-sell me?! No thanks, give me the bloody Myprodol.
  5. Next item, the antibiotics. He asks me if I want the Augmentin or a generic? Is this the same guy who had a big twitch about switching out prescribed things 2 minutes ago? Not my finest moment but I did refer him to his own rules and recommended we just stick to what was written down. I do not want generics, and he doesn’t want to substitute – for all practical purposes this shouldn’t come in a discussion.
  6. Then the cough syrup…he says…you know your medical aid will not pay for this? Yeah, okay. Whatever. If that is what Nicola needs then that’s fine by me. I get the impression he’s itching to substitute…I am at this point itching to throat punch. We leave all itchings and get on with it.
  7. He checks the co-payment amount with me THREE times! Where was all this concern with my pocket when we were trying to upsell me on Stopayne guy?
  8. Finally to add insult to injury, he locks my meds in a little cage and sends me to pay my co-payment. Like I am going to risk a criminal record for a little bag of meds. Gmpf! Grrr! (the little cage probably wouldn’t have pissed me off as much if I wasn’t already in the RED by that stage).

We are not going there again. Ever. That is all.

Anyhoo…Other than the few iffy bits, I’d say our weekend was downright fabulous!

How was your long weekend?

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Yeah…so this happened

12 February , 2017


I’m not going to go into the details of it…sorry, not sorry. Let’s just say we tried, hard, but we realised that we were never going to be pulling in the same direction. 

Or you could say I realised that…since I pulled the plug on it. And met no resistance, so you know…it is what it is.

It sucks, also hard, because obviously this is not how I saw or wanted this all to end up, but I’m sure with a bit of time and space we’ll all come through it.

Of course I will hopefully be writing more often. I have been a dreadful lack of  a blogger, but you know when you’re in the middle of a shit storm it’s probably a good policy to keep your mouth shut.

And that, I think, is all I have to say about this for now. 

Sorry Steve, I do love you…but it’s not enough for me to survive in these conditions.