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The frogs

8 June , 2018

Interesting head space I find myself in this week…(interesting is code for terrible if you didn’t get it).

Truth be told I’m feeling very off kilter, and I’m reacting more than acting. It’s shit, I hate it, and I don’t plan on keeping myself in this limbo for long.

So after the navel gazing (now password protected) post from last week, I’m sort of better this week. If you can call head limbo a better place. Maybe by next week I’ll be fighting fit again (as a side note, I am actually considering taking up proper boxing for some tension relief).

Right, where to start…

I recreated my profile. I was really conflicted about doing this. As you know, my go-to-move is to go into hiding for 1-7 years, but this time I’m trying to do things differently. I don’t really think I will find “the one” if there really is such a creature in any event, but I figure it’s good for some laughs and maybe meeting a few interesting people along the way.

So far it has definitely been good for some laughs…also some WTF moments. I can’t see why I have to suffer through this alone, so I’m dragging you guys into this with me. Kicking and screaming if I have to.

This is probably as dressy as I’ll ever get. Just putting it out there. It’s been sort of fun to do the dressy bit, but I think it’s just because it’s out of the ordinary for me.

(So yeah, not a princess…)

This was a great cup of coffee, that almost made up for the company I had while drinking it.

(Almost a magic potion…)

I actually popped out to buy make up, and this spoke to me more. πŸ˜†

(My sort of glass slipper…)

Brace yourselves

Right…behold my collection of frogs! I’ve covered up everyone’s faces and names to protect the innocent and the not so innocent. I’m sure there are lots of people who could say really unflattering things about me too (they’ll have to do it on their own blogs though, this one is mine).

I’m just going to stick to the basics. I don’t actually have to explain much. You’ll see why…

This man has not given up on this just because of that little niggle though. He almost religiously keeps sending me messages every day.

A very serious pity about me having to cover up the face…the blue eyes on this one actually needs to come with a licence.

Unless the earth suddenly collapses in on itself and South Africa and Turkey end up neighbours, this isn’t going anywhere but odd penpals.

Also, very suspicious about why this isn’t an apparent problem for him.

(In a land far, far away…)

Uhuh… as you may have guessed, he really wanted the conversation to move over to whatsapp or any platform where he could send photos. Not for me, thanks though.

I hope he finds the audience he’s looking for.

(A magic wand?)

He wasn’t wrong. I made a typo. *gasp*

I don’t know. I just felt a bit under the spotlight after that, and kept re-reading my messages before sending them. The pressure was insane! Mwahaha.

It just took all the fun out of it really.

(I got nothing here…this one just made me feel stupid)

Met this one in person.

He had obviously been talking to numerous people, and he just couldn’t keep his info straight anymore. He kept asking me questions that he’s already asked me before.Β It really pissed me off actually. I got a bit short in my responses.

I wasn’t what he was expecting either, I gather.

I’m okay with that.

(Gaston-ish)

Chatting was marvelous with him. And he has a voice that can melt butter, seriously.

I wouldn’t mind seeing him again, but I’m not his cup of tea. He’s looking for someone short. He wants to date a pixie.

I am many things to many people, but I am definitely not short. Or a pixie.

(Peter pan?)

Observations

  • I am coming into this business way too emotional I think, I’m going to slow down and do some hard thinking.
  • The chatting, even the bad chatting, is good and I’m enjoying it, but the moment I meet anyone in person I throw up walls like someone triggered all the booby traps in my tomb – I think there’s a message in that for me
  • I am pretending to be more girly-girl than I actually am. Why the actual fuck am I doing that?! I can’t decide if it’s that I want to just be a bit fabulous, instead of a bit strong…or if I think people will react better to this side of me than the one I usually present. Could be a bit of both I guess?
  • A very very long time ago…during sales training… this one genius told me that customers will always ask the same question, and it will always be the one you can’t answer. It’s because they hear it in your voice, they know where to find the uncertain part and they zoom in on it like heat seeking missiles. Once you can answer that question, no one will ever ask you to answer it again. Frogs are also like this I think. They know – somehow, they just know.
  • So far, the biggest thing I’m getting from this is a unique glimpse at myself and what makes me tick. It is not an altogether pleasant experience.
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29 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. πŸ˜‰

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

πŸ˜€ 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. πŸ˜† 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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Hindsight is 20/20

23 April , 2018

I shared my blog address with someone new recently, and you know after about 12 years of blogging you sort of forget all the stuff that you’ve put “out there”. (May the force be with anyone who has the tenacity to sift through 12 years of my rambling anyway!)

I thought I better coast through and remind myself as well, of all the things I wrote (well I got through about 4 years before I wanted to give myself a mental shake).

How do you guys stomach it?! All I ever bloody write about is how tired I am!

Sorry, hahaha – apparently I’ve been f-ing exhausted for a very long time. No more okay? πŸ˜‰

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It was good while it lasted

15 March , 2018

I have a home office, and although I am on the phone more or less ALL day to colleagues, contractors and customers in our virtual environment my face-to-face interactions are really maybe 1 or 2 a week.

Subsequently I haven’t really been man down sick in more than a year! Which is big for me. I usually get hit by two proper flus at least and whatever tummy bug is doing the rounds.

Seems my streak is over though…dammit.

And to add to my reasons to feel sorry for myself, I also took a spectacular tumble at Monday’s school run. Luckily nothing broken this time. Just lots of mud, blood and embarrasment!

I have (self)pity covered, send soup! πŸ˜‰

Oh look at this pic…2nd shelf, righthand side, left item. Haha, I’d be mighty pissed off if someone prescribed me that! (I was curious so I asked the pharmacist what they “used” it for. She said it’s a asthma pump with no meds that they use to demo technique with. Did you know there was such a thing?!).

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It’s that time of the year again

31 January , 2018

I think I have a mental block on this, because I always forget that beginning of the school year brings some form of family tree trauma.

And every year the questions come with more insight and less possibility of forgiveness.

TGC, your window of opportunity is closing rapidly now…and I haven’t done a thing to help it along except tell the truth.

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Not a bed time story

12 December , 2017

So…I just finished reading this book:

And let me tell you, it is a tale of serious woes. 

Many moons ago I made a decision not to read newspapers or watch news anymore, because I just got myself worked up into a state about things that were out of my control. Instead I wanted to focus my mental energy on positive things and good stories. You know, like the saying goes…no news is good news.

Of course you can’t miss it completely since it’s just about everywhere, but I figured I’d take my news filtered through the eyes of people I know instead of the people who sell more papers if they can induce a panic. If something noteworthy happened I’d see it on fb, blogposts, twitter or lamp poles along the roads that I travel. 

Anyhoo, it looks like I haven’t missed much. Things have indeed gone as pear shaped as told by poles and people…the biggest thing I got from the book was firstly the grand scale of fuck ups, and secondly that it has not gone this way due to incompetence but rather by systematic malicious intent by a handful of people. I did not enjoy this book, but not because it was badly written. It was a story that turned my stomach. 

Karma, when you catch up with this lot…it’s going to be epic!

I do hope that a hero with above average integrity is waiting in the wings to inspire hearts and minds and kick off a journey of recovery for our tattered democracy, but he/she really needs to work on their timing.

Also, who knew there was still such a big demand for spies in an era where just about everything is out there in the open already?