Movie Mania

I've fallen off the gym wagon. Nooooo. I hate being sick. I refuse to go to gym when I am, but unfortunately I really struggle to get back into the routine of it. I know that I should be ridiculously thrilled and motivated considering I have lost 7kgs, but for some horribly strange reason I just don't operate like that!
Sugar and I are feeling nasty and even though I'm not eating badly, I feel so much better when I go to gym. See? Even that statement should show that technically if I feel better when I go, it should be easy. Um. No.
I think there is something wrong with me.

Saw Marley and Me last night and I loved every minute of the movie. It was great. Brought back so many memories of my labrador puppy. I donated her to the South African Guide Dogs Association (the hardest thing I have ever done...bitter sweet) and went to her graduation a year ago actually. She is now a full fledged Guide Dog working with Bennie, her blind owner. Anyway, so I laughed and cried through the movie. Walked out with mascara on my chin and popcorn in my cleavage. Shit, I don't know how this always happens to me, but I seriously, always find stray popcorn bits stuck in the bra. Attractive.

I have been awake since 5am this morning. Now, this is normal for most, I get that. Excuse my brat behaviour now. But SERIOUSLY. Are we not supposed to be in summer? Why was it dark and cold. It should be illegal. I was up at 5am, to leave by 6am for the University of Johannesburg. My sister was graduating today...she received her BA Honours in Marketing Communications and missed cum laude by a few percentage. Poor darling! I am extremely proud of her!
My entire family attended the ceremony and we all went for a celebratory lunch in Parkhurst afterwards. It was lovely.
As a result of me being awake since 5am, I felt like the day should be over by 1pm, not half way through. I cannot stop yawning.

Tomorrow my department is going out for lunch and we're doing curry. Should be good fun! Great way to pass over a Friday 13th. Second one this year. Hope this brings lots of luck.

Tonight I have a movie with E.B. and I think we're either seeing The Curious Case of Benjamin Button or Slumdog Millionaire. Excellent, because I've been dying to see both!
I know that we're both tired, so hopefully we wont be snoring through it. :-)

Hmmm...I think I have seen more movies in the past 2 months than I have in 6 years.

Can I please have a weekend from the weekend??

Oh. My. God. What a weekend!!

My good "friend" Mr. Murphy's Law paid me a little visit. I was absolutely bursting for the loo. I needed to wee immediately and couldn't wait for the ladies queue to die down, so I ducked into the males. Instant relief turned into instant nightmare.
My door wouldn't open. I tried to turn the lock and nothing happened. It was completely jammed. I started banging on the door but no one came to my rescue. I eventually phoned Special K and told her I was stuck in the guys toilet.
It's murphy's law because I get irritated with woman who jump the queue and go straight into the mens etc etc and now this ONE time I do it, I get stuck.
I had to pass the key out of the small square window outside and then wait for them to come back inside and open the door from the outside. Thank God that worked.

On Saturday I went to Pocahontas' bridal shower. I wasn't quite sure what to expect. A sex toy show was the order of the afternoon. Now, in all honesty, I think I am pretty clued up when it comes to bedroom antics. I was shocked! I giggled and giggled like an immature school girl. I blushed different shades of red and scoffed at the different porno names for vibrators and the other sex toys you get.
I was shocked at some things because I didn't realise how naive I was with certain things. Half the time I was like this: "You want to put what, where?" "Noooo!!!!" "You have got to be joking" and "Eeeewww!!!"
But, the absolute classic blushing moment was when they handed out the forms saying: "Now, if you would like to order anything, you can do so by filling out this form."
I jump in saying: "Oooh goody! I'm going to order one or two things, for sure!"
I just never learn to keep my big mouth shut. The woman hadn't finished her sentence and added: "Try and keep it discreet so that no one knows whether you are ordering or not."
Shit.
Our poor Pocahontas ended up puking her lungs out, like any good bachelorette should and went to bed...poor girl!
But...mission accomplished! :-)

Yesterday was Mother's Day. My mom had decided she didn't want to do the usual "go-out-for-lunch" saga and then when the day came she wanted to know where we had booked.
Shit.
So we all hopped into my mom's car (I love it...it's a convertible and we put the roof down) and drove out to Hartebeespoort Dam. We stopped at a few restaurants on the way and surprise, surprise they were fully booked.
We landed up at a restaurant. No, it was a place promising a "Great Pub Lunch and Live Entertainment."
We were placed at a table that had a dirty tablecloth. We asked for a new one and had one taken off the table next to us. The logic was astounding.
We ordered a greek salad for the table and then had to ask for knives and forks, salad dressing and side plates. The drinks order was also fabulous. We sent the cidars back 3 times because they were wrong and then when we asked for glasses they never arrived.
An hour and a half later ( still without food) we called the manager over.
This German, I have one word to sum him up, besides the tight jeans, flicked blonde hair, shirt with the top 4 buttons undone and heavy German accent...the word is ARROGANT, sauntered over to our table.
"Ve are awfully sorry, ze service is vunderfullll, but ze kitschen is a little bit pressurized."
My dad responded and I quote. "No. The service is fucking atrocious! I think this place needs to be managed a little."
Good 'ol dad!
He was so arrogant that he didn't really listen all he said was: "Who is your vaiter?"
"This lady over here."
"Oh, but she is our best vaiter."
My family all looked at each other...Good grief..if she's the best, I shudder to think.
"Don't vorry...I know it is cheesy, but ve vill get you a round of drinks. Yes? Yes."
"That's fine, but please if we could have the food as soon as possible."
Instead of asking what we are drinking, he says to the 'vaiter' "Just bring me ze regular."
We never saw the drinks, just like we never saw the manager ever again.
Our food arrived and after asking for steak knives, I eventually cut into my smallest-piece-of-steak-I-have-ever-seen. It was as tough as anything. It was supposed to be medium rare.
My mom cut into her steak and it was completely raw inside. Not a little raw...it was bleeding.
My sister and dad bit into theirs and theirs was off. Completely rotten.
It is the first time the "Blondie" family has ever done this. We stood up and left.

We arrived at 16h30 at the Silver Orange (hoping and praying they would take us) and had the most delicious meal I have ever tasted! One word: Heaven. Ok, two: Orgasmic.

So that was my weekend. I need a weekend from the weekend.

Chopstick drama

Sushi is a wonderful thing, isn't it? I mean if your food arrives first you don't need to be worried about it getting cold, it's bite size and filling! YUMMY!

I must admit though, I am a loser when it comes to using chop sticks. I can't do it. I break out into a cold sweat when everyone picks them up, breaks them apart and expertly folds their fingers over them so they make a clicking sound. They also manage to keep the sushi perfectly together without any mess or fuss.

I on the other hand, am lucky to get one piece into my mouth at all, I either drop it (with soya sauce) on my lap before it enters my mouth or I lose grip while it's in the soya sauce and then it makes it even harder to pick up when it's all soggy and falling apart.

I think my use of chopsticks made me stress on the night of my Matric Dance. The Grade 11's (Std. 9's) were responsible for the theme of ours, decorating the hall etc etc. It was a beautiful theme: Night of the Rising Sun. It was symbollic too, as matrics, we would go out into the real world and rise in success! Sweet, right?

Not when the food was served. Now a lot of girls don't eat at their matric dance, firstly some dresses are skin tight and the idea of eating and bloating isn't pretty. Secondly, if you're messy/clumsy like I am, it's not a good idea to eat when you know half of it is going to land on your gorgeous, stain-attracting dress!

The food (keeping with the theme) was chinese. There were no knives and forks, just those lovely pieces of wood. Well, the food looked so good and I admittedly was starving so I attempted to eat the food with chopsticks. Not clever.

Today I was invited to lunch at a sushi place. The Rainbow rolls, california rolls and fashion sandwiches came out and I wanted to see if UV would use hers. Of course she did!

I unwrapped the paper, snapped them apart and mixed my wasabi into my soya sauce. I picked up a California roll and impressed myself. After a while though, I couldn't keep it together. Eventually I put them down and just used my fingers. Bad move. Do not sit next to an Asian family and use your fingers. Apparently it is a sign of disrespect and let's just say I should be a pile of ashes right now from the burning looks I received.

It was yummy though. Mmmm!

PS> Still loving the Laptop!

PPS> I do realise how absolutely random this post is, but life is a little boring at the moment so I have to find things to amuse me! Right...off I go to stalk your blogs! ;-)