While everyone is...

enjoying their very long weekend, I am working. Yup, I'm keeping the economy going.
Today and tomorrow is a public holiday and I'm working both days.
At least I'm only working from 12-3pm both days, so happiness is.

I feel like doing something interesting this weekend. I feel like getting out, enjoying our sunshine (even if it is a little duller in winter), feeling the breeze in my hair and doing something I normally never do.
I would like to take a drive out of the city and find a quaint bakery/coffee shop or perhaps an art gallery in Magaliesberg. Maybe I'll look for vintage stores. I have never done that and always wanted to.
Maybe I'll pack a picnic basket, start driving and see where we land up. I just feel like doing something other than sitting at home watching TV or drinking copious amounts of alcohol, sitting/dancing in dark smoky rooms filled with loud music and flashing multi coloured lights.
I'd love to get my group of mates together, take a drive out and find a cute, different restaurant in the middle of the country.
I'd like to sip on wine overlooking a beautiful view.
Oooh, I'd actually LOVE to surprise the man by taking him away for the weekend to some cosy bed and breakfast place that offers spa treatments!
Mmm mmm mmm...Yes Please!!

I'm going to google "Things to do in Johannesburg" and see what I find.

Have a great day x

Post trauma and cocks... shuttlecocks.

I never thought I would be so affected by this. I am neurotic. No one can come near my car without me freaking out. I literally stop breathing and only let my breath out when they pass by. I have screamed at 2 guys who have dared come near my car. The one guy came right up to my car to give me those irritating little advertising flyers and I nearly had a heart attack and nearly got out my car to hit him!
I am NOT a violent person. I screamed so loudly, the dude nearly shat himself. Afterwards, I felt embarrassed that I had reacted so badly, but fuck that...it's bullshit this happened in the first place.
My hands tremble, clutching the steering wheel and even though my bag is now permanently in my boot, I still feel unsafe!
I have been getting some advice to go for trauma councelling. At first, I scoffed at the idea and immediately thought: Well, shit... I wasn't (God forbid/ Touch Wood) hi-jacked, raped, held up etc... a little smash and grab will be easy to deal with. See how bad our South African mentality is?
I'm going to contact someone tomorrow.

I'm working tonight. I'm petrified to drive home. I'll be ok. Well, that's what I keep telling myself. I am expecting 2 or 3 speeding fines and fines for going through red traffic lights. There is not a chance in hell that I'll be stopping (yes, I'll be cautious, yield and all that good stuff... I'm not going to be a blonde frantic woman screaming through red robots!)
Argh! I'm loving the way we have to live. I am a positive person and I LOVE South Africa, but unfortunately we have to be realistic.

I did have a relaxing long weekend though. I am also going to be letting a lot of women down by saying this: If I see another chocolate I may puke.
I have eaten worse than a pig ever could. I'm at the point where I'm craving veges. Woah!!!
I also played Badmington. Yes. Who knew it could actually make you stiff and sore the next day? I'm aching! I feel like I spent 24 hours in the gym.
It was also really awesome to shout out loudly and proudly: "Hit the cock!!" "Pass the cock!" and "Fuck this cock! I'm losing!"
Good times.