Friday, November 28, 2008
He laughed at me. I thought it was funny too, but I was being serious. Oh well.
So I got the People Magazine (before it comes out next Tuesday) and there's an article about:
The Names Men Call Women.
Here are the different options.
WOT = Woman On Top - someone who is domineering.
T&G = Touch & Go - one night stand chick
LOD = Live off Daddy - enough said.
LOL - Lady of Leisure - high maintenance
WWI = Woman with Issues - trouble and lots of tears
SCB = Sensitive Cry-Baby - most difficult to manage because she believes everyone is always attacking her.
DMH = Dedicated Man Hater - feminist.
WTS = Way Too Smart - threat to men in the workplace
TTH = Tries Too Hard - they're desperate and short of throwing their arms around mens knees.
BWN = Best When Naked - they have a terrible laugh, they're dumb, no sense of humour, can't hold an intelligent conversation but they're BWN.
B&D = Bitchy & Dangerous - spiteful and will make you pay for every one of your mistakes.
CWA = Comes With Anchor - biological clocks are a tick-tocking.
PDB = Perfect Dumb Blonde - airheads and naive.
NTB = Not Too Beautiful - OK looking women with a bad outlook on life.
JNI = Just Not Interested - are the girls who give off "back off" vibes.
Dude...these are hectic. So, um...what? Should we all strive to be PMM?
Careful because that M at the end can also become an S. Just saying.
I am so super excited for tonight. It's a night out with the girls. I haven't actually spent some good time with my mates lately and I can't wait to enjoy a liquid dinner of cocktails. PLUS....my sister is coming! She has been hectic with her thesis, internship, exams and group assignments. It is not an exageration when I say I haven't seen her for longer than 15 minutes in 3 months. I got a call from her to say she's coming tonight, so we're celebrating her distinctions. She graduates Cum Laude. I am so bloody proud of her!! Tonight is going to be a JOL!!! WOOOOHOOOO!!
Thursday, November 27, 2008
I've had that before on an email chat with someone I was doing business with. He was witty and hilarious and confident and when I actually met him he was this introverted guy who couldn't string two sentences together orally.
I must say meeting Peas was fabulous. I reckon that date 2 is a must and will probably involve more alcohol (we were trying to be polite...that, and that I didn't want her to think I would take advantage. Kidding! Ok seriously, we were being responsible adults* knowing we had early starts) and some dance moves that will look like I'm doing the sprinkler and shaking the dice, while Peas will be the bonafide hip hop dancer. You'll be able to tell. Trust me.
I've been up early. Early as in: before the sun has risen. There should be a law against that. As a result I now feel as if I've been awake for so long that it should be home time and not 10am. I don't think another cup of coffee will help. I am yawning and too lazy to cover my mouth. It's attractive, especially after eating a bran muffin. Most people in the office today are just too bright and perky. They're giving me a headache. That shrill: "Goooood Mooorning!!!!!" is ringing out all over the place. It could be one of two things. They either got some last night or their holiday is around the corner. Just saying.
Weird thing is, I'm generally a morning person. The end of the year will do that to you.
OK and some good news (think positive Blogshell) I got a message from the person I've been hoping to hear from regarding my audition, which didn't go as I had hoped. The stress, the nerves, the pressure and the intensity of such a show is overwhelming if you haven't done anything like it before.
They said to me that they have feedback for me, which will be given soon and that there is some work to do and lots of intense dedication to put in before we get there.
Happiness. That's a good thing. It certainly isn't a: Look, this has been fun. Don't call us; we'll call you!
I am more than prepared to put in the hard work and dedication and I relish this opportunity so I am excited that the door is still slightly ajar and not slammed shut. I'm putting positive vibes out there.
This dream of mine just HAS to come true. I have dreamt about this particular thing since I a teen. It was the goal I set for myself in this industry and just the fact that I've come this far is pretty mind blowing.
Right. Coffee machine is calling. So is my bed. We can't have our cake and eat it can we?
* Don't snigger.
Wednesday, November 26, 2008
We have been called every single day with an update of the case and they finally tracked down the son of a bitch. It turns out this drunk asshole is quite a popular boy with the police. He has a charge of assault laid against him. Apparently he left this chick for dead. They're also investigating how he got off and how he wasn't charged with attempted murder. Nice guy.
They couldn't arrest him without a witness statement aka me. I think the guy has been arrested this morning, but we'll no doubt get a call later.
I am uber impressed.
Today I decided to do things a little differently. I decided to stop being a lazy cow and do things the proper way. I didn't call 082 110 when I needed a number and pulled out the dusty phonebook. I forgot how heavy those things are. I even had to go through the alphabet in my head when looking up a name. Don't ask.
I decided to phone instead of sms. I actually do phone a lot, but generally an sms in easier.
I booked a table at a restaurant like a sophisticated woman instead of just rocking up and pleading (sometimes squeezing cleavage) for a table.
*blondie 2 is here*
She just came in and wrote that now...clearly NOT doing things the right way, because she has her own blog. Now she's looking at me like I'm mean. Get over it. ;-)
Anyway, back to my blog.
I wired up a hi-fi all on my own and only looked at the manual once, which doesn't count.
I sewed a button back onto my jacket instead of ignoring the gaping hole.
I let my hair dry naturally. Ok, this one was really because the idea of using a hair dryer in this heat was unbearable. I got out of a cool shower and 10 minutes later had to dry myself off again. I applied my make-up and 15 minutes later it had melted. My mascara was on my cheeks and my lipstick was on my chest. Pleasant AND attractive.
I have a date tonight. Not with the man. Ooh la la. Relax. It's with a woman. OK wait. This is sounding terribly wrong. Although it does feel like blind date. We told each other what we're wearing so we'd recognise each other. I even asked her if she wanted to have dinner with me.
Oh good grief.
Now I know that I am going to make most of you jealous. Haha. I mean...sorry about that. I am meeting Mushy Peas On Toast for dinner tonight. Yes I am. I think I'm probably going to give her the biggest squeeze and gush about her blog and how she inspired me and go on. Basically, I am going to seriously embarrass myself. Nothing that a bottle of wine wont numb. :-)
I cannot wait.
Tuesday, November 25, 2008
"Blogshell...we see potential in you and we're going to give you another opportunity. You've got it!"
Instead, it's the bank telling me I need to pay my credit card or some awful woman calling me to sell me vacuum cleaners. Planet Fitness Gym also called me to tell me all about their wonderful specials trying to entice me to join.
Every private number that I have answered has been everything BUT the call.
I can't take the pressure.
I'm trying to be as positive as possible after a very, um, interesting experience. The thing is, after the taste I got and the amazing amount of knowledge I gained; I just want to do more and more and more.
These are some of the thoughts running through my brain:
Calm down. Breathe. Stop looking at your phone like a crazy woman with darty eyes. Staring that hard at your phone is not going to make it ring. Just relax. What's meant to be will be. If it is your destiny, it will be. They're busy and that's why they haven't called. Maybe it hasn't gone into edit yet. Chill out. What if it has and they are all killing themselves with laughter. Maybe I'll see this on YouTube under the heading: "Funniest clips EVER of wannabe presenters."
Oh dear God. STOP IT NOW! Busy yourself - it's not like you don't have anything else to do! Focus on something else. Why haven't they called. You are pathetic.
And so on...
I feel like the biggest nerd ever. I cannot get over how pathetic I have been over this. No really. I am even embarrassed of myself. I can't tell anyone that of course...well, I can't say it out in words. Thank God for my blog. Really.
It's just that I want this so badly and I don't want to repel it either. Argh.
PS> I am annoying myself. I can imagine how annoying it must be to read this too. I promise to blog later this afternoon about something lovely and fun. I am going to gym with Special K later and I'm sure there'll be plenty to blog about then.
Thanks for the vent.
Monday, November 24, 2008
I stayed in a hotel that made me wish I had had a video camera to show you what I meant. The receptionist at the hotel literally gave me creepy shivers. Think Psycho. He was almost identical to that. You know that really creepy look? The stare where one doesn’t blink and a smirk that makes you think he’ll eat you? He was like THAT!
I got my room key and started to walk around the corner, when I noticed I had turned too quickly and the lifts were further along. The hotel receptionist said in a really creepy, monotone way: “Have you seen the movie Wrong Turn? It’s a horror.” He then chuckled and I literally wanted to get out of there!
I have seen the movie and it freaked me out. I am a baby with horrors anyway. I screamed in Scream and Final Destination, which I don’t think can be classed as horrors. Enough said.
All I wanted was to get into my hotel room and sleep until the next call time. I looked out of the window and instead of seeing ocean, I saw an old eerie stone church. It added to the chill factor.
I was exhausted due to the fact that I been up since 3am to catch my 06h30 flight, and then arrived on set to shoot (my audition was an actual shoot for 3 days –how cool??) at 10h00 and only wrapped at 21h00. The exhaustion definitely helped me pass out quickly without having to think too much about the creepiness, but seriously. It is a great hotel for a thriller/horror movie.
I have never been so nervous in my life and I put a shit load of pressure on myself. Not great. So stupid of me actually, because thats the worse thing you can do...but hindsight is lovely. It was also my first experience and first time to do something of this proportion; so it was a definite challenge. It made me realise more than ever; that this is what I want to be doing. I fell in love with it. I just hope that they see potential in me and give me an opportunity to put all that I learned into practise. I am anxious now because I don’t actually know what’s going to happen. I don’t know if I will get called back, if I will get the opportunity and if my dream will come true? Everyone is telling me not to get my hopes up and to look at it as a lovely experience. Absolutely to the experience, but as far as getting my hopes up Too late. This is a dream that I cannot explain how much I want it to come true. Imagine going for your dream and not getting it. Crushing, right? Argh. Positivity all the way baby!
I wish I hadn’t been so shaky because it wasn’t a true reflection of what I know I am capable of, but I’m hoping and wishing and praying that there is something in the tapes that will make the Executive Producer love me! LOL
Right, so I now pray and keep visualising and keep thinking positive thoughts. I do believe that what is meant to be will be. I hope this is what’s meant for me. :-)
Tuesday, November 18, 2008
I am going down to Cape Town for 3 days now and I am on an emotional rollercoaster of nerves, anticipation, excitement, self-doubt, self-confidence and then it starts all over again.
Wish me luck people, hopefully next week I'll be jumping and down popping champagne!
Friday, November 14, 2008
I am holding thumbs because dudes. This will change my life. In a good way. It has also been a dream of mine since a little girl and the fact that I had the opportunity to audition for it, is amazing!
Anyways...My man and I had a car accident last night. We were leaving a venue to go home and as we approached a traffic light, which was red, we obviously slowed down until it turned green. We pulled out into the intersection to turn right, when I suddenly saw this car approaching rather fast. It was a red robot for him so I kept thinking he's going to slow down. I suddenly shouted to my man that this guy was going to hit us, so he sped up to turn the car completely. A red Golf slammed straight into the back of us. Thank God for safety belts. I got flung forward and would have gone straight through the windshield. Luckily my man turned in time or I would have been T-boned.
We pulled over and got out the car. I was shaking. The guy in the red Golf was so pissed he couldn't get out of his car and kept slurring at us that we had hit him. Unbelievable. He refused to give us his details so I scribbled (very shakily) down his registration number. We were going to call the cops, but we had both had 3 drinks each and even though we were totally sober, legally we would have been over the limit and sure, it wasn't our fault, but with SA's Metro Police you just never know these days. There is a 24 hour window to report an accident so we got back in the car and started to drive off. All of a sudden the red Golf was driving right up our ass and swerving left to right behind us. He eventually pulled up next to us and ran us off the road. I was incredibly nervous. He was screaming profanities and calling us drunk c**ts.
We were forced into the emergency lane. In the interim, another innocent car was driving past when the asshole suddenly swerved away from us and missed the other car by centimeters. The other car stopped and so did the Golf. A screaming match entailed and eventually the drunk asshole sped off, nearly smashing into a traffic light. We exchanged business cards with the other car (our witness to his reckless driving) and went on our merry way.
My neck is a little sore this morning but nothing too serious.
We have reported the accident and our policeman friend has traced the registration and advised us to lay a charge of Hit and Run (even though he stopped, he refused to give us his details and there is a clause that still makes that a Hit and Run charge) and Reckless Driving.
It's amazing how quickly things can happen and potentially change a life/ end a life. I know it's dramatic and we're fine, but it could have been worse, especially if my man hadn't turned the car in time.
Here's to a chilled, safe, accident-free weekend
Thursday, November 13, 2008
How great though? I loved the idea. I told my man and he said he would gnaw at his own pulse if the world turned into one big musical. Spoil spoilt.
Oh and speaking of Blondie 2. She has decided to start a blog. I was so excited I could hardly contain myself. She started it on blogger.com last week. Every single day I go onto her blog to see if there are any words other than: "No posts match your query. Show all Posts"
Nope. Still there. My excitement is wavering Blondie 2!
I have been nagging her to write something, anything but she keeps saying that she has work to do or something like that. Boring. Work is a 4 letter word. Just saying.
Sounds like a lame ass excuse to me.
I'm bugging her now. Bug bug bugging. When she does actually get round to blogging, I'll let you know.
It's called: http://www.stilettosinafrica.blogspot.com/ just so you know.
Blondie 2 -if you're reading this. The challenge is on. DO IT...SPLASH IT ON ME!
Wednesday, November 12, 2008
I've actually just outdone myself in boxing class. No seriously. I cannot walk properly and I did class this morning. Imagine how I'm going to feel tomorrow morning. Good grief. We did 280 lunges today and as many squats. Ok? So you understand now. Stairs take a good 5 minutes and trying to sit on the loo is one hell of an experience. I have to literally hold onto the walls and slide down onto the toilet. Sorry for the TMI, but seriously, you don't understand my pain!
I have been stretching and it's still sore. I don't think I'm going to be able to walk tomorrow.
Whoever said: "No pain, no gain" should be shot. Really. I hate that they're right!
I had sushi lunch today with Special K and Boxing Girl. We were bitching about that very saying. I mean, life is generally hard. Can't their be something easy? No really. I spoke hypothetically (well, I guess thats pretty obvious) about being giving an option before we're born. Imagine if we were given a clipboard with various options we could tick off, before we were born. The Clipboard would say:
Life is hard, so I'm giving you a break. Tick one.
I'd tick this one:
#16.) Staying healthily skinny (within you height) will be effortless. You will be allowed to eat as many carbs, chocolates and other bad stuff as often as you like without so much as a kg nearing your thighs, stomach and hips.
I don't know...I think that would be fair. Each individual could tick off whatever it is that they never want to think about or have to put so much effort into.
Boxing Girl and Special K think I'm totally nutters and said things like: Breathing is easy.
That doesn't count. But thank you Lord because that would totally suck if we had to think about doing that all the time.
I thought my idea was genius. I'm letting G know about it...perhaps He can look into it for the future. Just a suggestion.
Tuesday, November 11, 2008
Right so, I have been feeling a little demotivated and well, to be totally honest completely and utterly flat. Yes, it's this time of the year and yes I need a holiday (I think I've stressed the last point enough) but I've been feeling really down. I'm just finished and tired and demotivated. I find myself feeling this at this time of the year purely because it always makes me evaluate my life. I look back and think either: "Great year!"; "Gosh, it's been sweet and sour!" or I think "Good grief. End already."
It's been sweet and sour for me this year. It also makes me think about where I am going, what I am doing and what opportunities are around the corner for me to either create or sieze.
So, with that said, I figured I could either wallow in self pity or do something to get myself out of the negative space.
Anyways, I know some of you sceptics are going to roll your eyes, but hear me out.
I decided to pop The Secret DVD on this morning and watch it. For some personal reason, this always makes me feel better and makes me feel like I can create my own destiny, opportunities etc and just makes me feel motivated again. I started writing down everything that I am grateful for and what my goals are.
I was in the middle of watching the DVD and writing my list when I had to pause it to answer my phone.
It was a good friend/colleague of mine who gave me some incredible news. I have an audition tomorrow for something that has been a dream of mine since 15 - in fact when I was getting into the industry I stated that I would absolutely LOVE to do XYZ.
I now have an opportunity to go for it. Dude. I am so utterly excited and yet at the same time I really don't want to jinx anything.
I was just freaked out and had goosebumps because it was really strange considering the circumstances. I know, right? You damned sceptics! I know you're thinking it's like one of those bogus emails of: send this to 203 of your friends and in 4 hours your wish will come true...but dude...goosebumps. Oh well, I was chuffed and weirdly enough, I'm feeling a lot better too! LOL
Cross all things crossable please! No. Seriously. Grab a Troll, a four leaf clover, whatever and any other good luck charms you have lying around and send them my way!
Friday, November 7, 2008
So I thought, why not?
I am disillusioned when it comes to thinking any drink after work will be quick? The intention is there, but we all know how it goes. One drink turns into: "Aw c'mon! Just one more!" and before you know it you're clinking glasses with everyone and knocking back shooters. Evil.
I also didn't realise that I was going to be rocking up at a place where a CD Launch was taking place. This always seems to happen to me. I know that I'm going to go straight home, so there's no real effort in appearance. No sleek hair, no proper make-up and definitely no heels or cute outfit. I rocked up in slops and a sundress with my wash-and-go hair.
I walked straight into a media frenzy. Photographers and music industry members were all chilling out waiting for Paul E. Flynn to get up on stage to rock out. Oh well, fuck it, I'm gonna have a drink and leave. Immediately.
Ha! I got home at 1am this morning after drinking copious amounts of jaeger with Barney Simon and Cito from Wonderboom. Louise Carver (she's fabulous) sang a duet with Paul E. Flynn and they were amazing together! I felt bad when Louise sat down at our table and ordered a bottle of water. Dude. Talk about feeling ashamed as I swig back my Savannah Light.
I am feeling a little rough today and I missed boxing class. Ahem. Monday is a new day.
I don't actually know what I'm doing this weekend. I like it that way. Go with the flow and see what happens. I am hoping to sleep the weekend away but you just never know!
Thursday, November 6, 2008
I have deleted the post and started again with less info...you will see how I struggle with that considering there is still a lot of info here...but hey! This is ME!!
1998: I was 15 years old and took subjects that would help me be a doctor one day. I sucked dreadfully a maths and science. All I wanted to do was entertain and I knew my calling was to do that. I was a cultural child who took part in singing, drama, public speaking, debating etc... I also made the mistake of saying: "I'd never been drunk before" and my lovely friends ordered me 8 double shots of tequila. I was so ill that I was close to having my stomach pumped and I have never touched and will never touch tequila again.
1999: I was a true Sweet Sixteen: Never been kissed before. I turned sixteen and a month later I met drama boy. My first kiss was lovely and teenage giddiness set in. I started dating him. We dated for over a year and things changed when he wanted to sleep with me. I didn't want to...I wanted to wait and he got so mad.
2000: I was in Matric. All my friends and all his friends knew weeks before I did that he was going to dump me. He did and I was devastated. My first boyfriend and my first breakup. I wanted to tell my best male friend that I had feelings for him. My best girl friend encouraged me and then proceeded to make out with him the night I was going to tell him. I met a lovely, gorgeous boy who was in Post Matric and we started dating. He swept me off my feet and we hade such fun. I matriculated and couldn't wait to start the journey to my career I had dreamed about for ages.
2001: This is my most eventful year. I started studying BA Journalism. I found out that my grandfather in Europe had passed away. The last time I saw him was 1992. I was 9. I mourned more for the loss of not having known him. I was entered into a Beauty Pageant and made it to the Top 10. My self esteem was picked up and I met 2 of my closest friends I have today. Special K and JB. Post Matric Boy broke my heart and I never knew why he broke up with me out of the blue. I never saw him or spoke to him again and always wondered what had happened. I found out this year after physically bumping into him. I heard everything that I had hoped to hear 7 years ago. 7 years too late. 2 months after the break up, I was involved in a horrific car accident with JB and Pageant Boy. Our car rolled, I had to be cut out of the car and the paramedic thought my neck might be broken. All 3 of us walked out of there with sever whiplash and other injuries. We had survived something that no one should have.
My grandmother (I was closest to her) was diagnosed with Pancreatic Cancer and she died 3 months later. Her husband died suddenly too a month before she did. It was crazy. I failed 3 1st year subjects. I did however start with a company in order to start paving my career path way. I was 18 years old when I started. I also started Designer Boy around this time. I had met him at the CD store I worked at on weekends.
2002: Second year varsity. I was entered into my universities RAG Queen Beauty Pageant. I made the Top 20, then the Top 5 and I won Miss Enthusiastic (don't laugh) and was chosen as the People Choice Miss RAG Queen. There were 2 titles. One for the actual pageant and one where the students voted for their RAG Queen - People Choice. I studied my ass off and got an opportunity to work for a company that was fantastic to pay my dues, hone my skills and learn about the industry. Designer boy and I had fun but we weren't sure if we were right for each other. We denied this for a while until...
2003: I completed my 3rd year, plus I finished the 3 1st year subjects I had failed and graduated with flying colours. I was still working at this company and it was a tough year. Classes in the morning, rush to the show, rush back and do afternoon classes and complete assignments in the evening. I met my man at the company and it was love at first sight. People always said that to me and I used to tell them to read another Mills & Boon. Haha!! I got it, though, for the first time ever. I broke up with Designer boy and started dating my man!
2004: I turned 21 years old and had the most incredible birthday party!!
I was feeling frustrated at the company. I had reached the ceiling professionally and needed to grow even more. My man encouraged me and helped me. I sent off "CV's" to various companies and eventually got the call from the company I am at today. I started training and then started BAM! 4 days later.
2005: 2 days after my 22nd birthday I moved out of home. I moved into a quaint, tiny garden cottage. It was perfect. I felt like an independant woman and suddenly realised how tough it was out of the nest. It was an amazing lesson. I got an incredible "promotion" if you will and it was a huge break in my career. My profile was rising and it was overwhelming. I got sucked into the celebrity world and my head grew waay too big. I am truly glad and blessed that I have such amazing friends, family and my man that keep me grounded. Let me tell you, we are all human and it's easy to get wrapped up in a glossy glam world that falsely tells you it "adores and loves you". It's destroying when you start believing it's true and real.
2006: I moved into my man's new home in October. I had all these idea about how I was going to transform his bachelor pad into a pad for 2, until I realised how naive I was in a) trying to change things and b) expense.
2007: Special K and I decided to create our own opportunity in this industry. The entertainment industry has so many dimensions to it and I want to explore. We started our own company in order to start working on a special project, after being told that we'd never make it in a cut throat / mans world. They were wrong. We surprised not only them but ourselves.
2008: We've had a few set backs with the economic climate, but we're feeling positive that this project will be a huge success. We've put enough blood, sweat and buckets of tears into this! With that said, I actually laugh every single day. My man and I are strong - I love him to death and don't know what I would do without him. I have the most amazing friends and family and I feel blessed every day.
I have grown as a person, I have had been given plenty of lessons to learn. I laugh every day, I cry sometimes too but if I had to have a choice to go back I don’t think I would. Sure, I often say: if I had the knowledge I have now and had the chance to go back in time, I’d do it! Honestly though, I don’t think I would. Things happen for a reason to make you grow as a person and to mould the woman that I am becoming; if I had to go back and change things I might not be the same person I am today.
Wednesday, November 5, 2008
And Yes I did. I went to boxing for the first time in 3 weeks and I nearly died. I was actually worse than when I originally started. I was huffing and puffing, my chest was burning and my muscles grew mouths and screamed at me! I sweated gallons of, um, sweat and I couldn't complete one of the exercises. BUT, I do feel better for having gone and I have promised myself that no excuse will be tolerated anymore. I cannot miss days because days turn into weeks and before you know it you're back to being a slouchy, disgusting couch potato.
I slept in a draft on Monday evening and ever since I have such a sore back, plus I'm stressed out and my back has become a knot haven. It's painful and I'm getting headaches from this... I had some spare time before meetings and noticed that opposite the boxing gym there is a lovely Thai Massage place. Yippy! I have never actually been for one and I've only ever heard how awesome they are. So I thought: Why not? Let's give it a bash. Little did I know how giving it a "bash" would become a reality more than just a saying.
Holy shit. I feel bruised. How can such a small woman with small dainty hands unleash torture onto my back? She was so strong and I felt my back click several times. I felt my muscles actually move around. I was in agony. So much for a lovely relaxing massage. I think she was a bit of a sadist too. The more I moaned (not in the good way) and whimpered; the more she dug in. I eventually asked her to be a little gentle. I don't think she understood. She did yoga on my back by walking on me, kneeling on me, elbowing me and then she yanked me around the room as if I was a ragdoll. Dude. I can't believe I paid for that.
With that said, however, it was pretty amazing. My back does feel better. Better as in the bruised feeling has replaced the stiff knotty back feeling.
Still... it was an experience if nothing else.
I have been tagged by Being Brazen - I feel honoured!
Word for the week in my head is - demotivated. I know. How to start off a meme positively? Ask Blondie how.
Thought for the week in my head is - "Is that even fair?" - don't ask...some stuff going on at the moment at work and I'm feeling down.
Thing for the week in my life is - Skinny Cupaccino's
Song for the week in my head is - Sara Bareilles -Love Song (I love it so much and sing it all the time)
Food for the week in my belly is - snails. I never used to eat the slimey little creatures. In fact, I used to terrorise them with salt as a little girl. I was cruel evidently. Now, I like to smother them in garlic.
Colour for the week in my life is - turquoise. I seem to be wearing a lot of it at the moment, so this could be my colour for the season.
Smile for the week on my face is - receiving a piece of information that I'm excited about.
Blessing for the week in my heart is - having incredible people in my life who are true and supportive
Tuesday, November 4, 2008
You know, just a regular girls slumber party complete with pillow fights, lingerie and heels.
She has this new gadget called MVix or something like that! It's an extra hardware type of thingy-majig that hooks up to the TV. You can upload movies, tv series, video's, photo's, mp3's etc...it's brilliant. Right, so it's still in the box and it's Operation Set Up. We had all the cables plugged in and it didn't work. Blondie 2 was looking at the manual (girls use these) and kept shaking her head.
B2: "I don't get it! Everything is plugged in properly!"
BB: "Yes, but is it the plug point at the wall switched on?"
B2: "Of course it is. The lamp is working."
BB: "The extension cord isn't plugged in properly."
B2: "Yes it is."
BB: "No it isn't!"
She pressed the plug in harder and voila! Seriously, the joke: "how many blondes does it take to screw in a light bulb?" should become: "how many blondes does it take to get a gadget to work and how long does it take?"
We sat for 10 minutes trying to figure this one out and we're smart girls. Don't laugh. We are. Really.
Have more to post...but running out of time - you know, deadlines and annoying stuff that always seems to get in the way of blogging. How rude!
Saturday, November 1, 2008
So, my man and I were getting ready for the birthday party being held in The East, when he suddenly discovered he didn't have any hair gel. I suggested hair spray but he looked at me as if I had grown another head.
Mission 1: Find hair gel at 20h45.
We missioned to 5 petrol stations quick shops...they sell everything but hair gel. Gel companies should think about stocking gel at Quick Shops. Seriously. We can't be the only couple after 8pm, who needs hair gel. Seriously. You can buy Brooklax at a Quickshop, but not hair gel? Um...
Moving on, I suggested the 7/11 down the road. They didn't even stock gel. I suggested we go to the hospital. Surely they have a pharmacy that should stock hair gel. I thought I was onto a winner, but the 24 hour hospital has no 24 hour pharmacy. Go figure!?!
We eventually found an open cafe and what did we find?? No hair gel. Just hairspray. We missioned for an hour. That hour could have been spent drinking and dancing if he had just used my hair spray in the first place. Men. Just saying.
Right, so we eventually arrive. The drinks are flowing, the music is pumping and our mates from the East asked: "When you come here, do you notice a huge difference between the North and the East?"
"Um... The one thing I do notice is how unpretentious everyone is. It's lovely."
That was said in the beginning of the night. I started to notice things and boy was it entertaining.
Apparently it's a normal occurence,in the East, to rev cars and dicing each other at traffic lights is considered recreational fun.
You add alcohol, a lot of people into High Flyers Club and all of sudden a scuffle breaks out. I have never really witnessed a fight in a club. Sure, maybe a shirt being grabbed here or there, but nothing hectic with fists flying and the likes. I started walking outside to get some fresh air, because it was so crowded and hot that I was feeling a little claustraphobic. The next thing I know I have walked right up to a couple that are arguing. Before I know it this girl has shoved her man backwards. He stumbles and is about to crash into me, when my man grabs me (my hero...awww) to avoid being hurt and the birthday boy puts his arm around me drawing me closer to our group. The next thing I know the dude punches the chick right in the face. She's screaming, people are intercepting and holding the dude and the chick back. She takes her high heel off and leers at him trying to hit him again. I was absolutely fascinated. That sounds revolting I know, but I have never in my life seen anything like that! I mean dude! WTF?? Eventually the people that have intervened are dragging the two out of the club. I start walking (a distance behind) and see blood all over the floor. The parking lot became a screaming match and a struggle to tear the two apart. Blogshell was gobsmacked. Excuse the pun.
After all the commotion, we went back inside and had a jol. We were singing and dancing and trying to get the attention of the DJ who kept shouting into the mic: "Whooo waaants some ice cooold chaaaampaaaaaaagnnnnne?"
The birthday boys wife and I went ballistic trying to get that bloody bottle. Some blonde tart with a "why bother dress" flashed the DJ and won. Obviously. We were disappointed. I also didn't need champagne that badly. We smashed love potions and Jaegerbombs and eventually called it a night.
Gotta love the East Rand. I really had a blast!