tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-50533335404517756002024-03-05T02:11:15.998-08:00Vivi-SectionMidlife humour and other ramblingsAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15416821190060496527noreply@blogger.comBlogger314125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5053333540451775600.post-65016513721062074862016-11-10T02:58:00.001-08:002016-11-10T02:58:59.244-08:00Dislike of the Oros Man<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Many people think I am
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So why I am upset? Here are a few of the many reasons:<o:p></o:p></div>
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1. <b><u>Women’s
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Yes I know there are lovely laws and women have great rights in America
and I know I don’t live in America but in South Africa where there are also
great laws and great rights.<o:p></o:p></div>
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America is a country that has a great deal of influence they are in many
ways the trend setters and this can be positive or negative.<o:p></o:p></div>
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If you delve into history you will see that women in the middle east had
great rights back in the 60’s and 70’s in the late 70’s fundamentalism took a
grip and women went from wearing bikinis to not even being allowed to drive
themselves. Scarey shit!<o:p></o:p></div>
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Now I am not saying that America is going to start doing away with women’s
rights but subtle things are going to change.<o:p></o:p></div>
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When your country’s leader expresses that it is alright to say
disgusting creepy things about women perceptions are going to change. Young men are looking up to their president
and are going back to the dark ages in thinking of women as objects and not
fellow beings with the right to say no.<o:p></o:p></div>
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2. <u>Gay Rights<o:p></o:p></u></div>
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Trump and his administration are very openly anti-homosexual, especially
the new vice-president Mike Pence who is a Christian fundamentalist, and the
right for same sex couples to get married.
Many states in America still do not have same sex marriage legalised and
Trump being in the top spot puts gay rights back.<o:p></o:p></div>
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3. <u>Education and Science</u><o:p></o:p></div>
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I have noted with disdain how all science and
accumulated knowledge has been abandoned for the sake of matching to the bible. Creationists are doing so much harm to
science as we know it and to their children’s unquestioning brains. Trump and especially his vice are spewing
this absolute nonsense and ignoring actual fact and science. I don’t think Trump actually believes it, he
was not particularly religious until he started campaigning but he did use it
to get voters and Mike Pence will push the stupid agenda further.<o:p></o:p></div>
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In general Trump has proven himself over and over again to be a man after
his own agenda. He is not a man to be
admired. He is crude and rude and coming
from a country run by a very similar president I know that it is not good for
the young people of any country to look up to person of such questionable
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15416821190060496527noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5053333540451775600.post-56759751283785280872015-07-17T03:05:00.000-07:002015-07-18T03:35:10.409-07:00Life, happiness and moving onIt has been a long time since I posted here.<br />
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Two years ago I started Mountain biking and it is not just a hobby it is a way of life for me now and my focus is on my trail review site now.<br />
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There is so much going on my life right now that I am bursting to write about it. <br />
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<b>First off my middle daughter Raewyn is pregnant, I am going to be a grandmother!!!!</b><br />
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I freaked out at first. I worried:<br />
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If you followed my blog before you would know where these worries stem from. I had two really bad marriages and ended up a young single mother with barely enough money to feed my daughters. I am very protective about my daughters I don't ever want them to have the hardship that I went through. My life has turned around, I am happily married to my wonderful kind Michael, who has done so much for my daughters and myself.<br />
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Fortunately my sister came to visit. My sister and I are complete opposites, she believes in spiritual stuff and we often agree to disagree because I am a skeptic and believe everything has a scientific explanation. <br />
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This time, I agreed with my sister completely, my sister pointed out what never occurred to me. Besides for my Mom and sister helping me the little bit that they could I had no support system when I went through all those hard years as a single Mom. My daughter on the other hand has all of us. Her partner will probably make a brilliant Dad and provider but if he does not she will never be as alone as I was. I suddenly realised that my fears were silly and I could start enjoying the idea that I am going to be a Granny.<br />
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<b>My eldest daughter Carmen, is here for a months visit from China!!</b>!<br />
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Our Carmen set off a year ago to China to teach English. She spent a year working in Johannesburg saving up for her air ticket and paid for her TEFL course herself. She is the bravest person I know! Having her home for this month is wonderful. <br />
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I remember how much I worried about her when she returned from Cape Town. Carmen had been running the night club of an upmarket restaurant and she was burned out and had no idea what she was going to do next. <br />
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In true to Carmen manner she had 2 jobs within 2 weeks. In a few months she decided that she was going overseas to teach English and she very quickly found out what she needed and arranged it. She did all this without any help. <br />
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<b>My Jess is going to live at Hong Kong Airport!</b><br />
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Jess is going to China for a month to visit Carmen. Jess is famous for getting lost and confused. We all know she will get to Chengdu safely with Carmen what we don't know is what will happen on her way back from Chengdu. I suspect she is going to miss her flight and live at Hong Kong Airport. I just hope my Japanese daughter Sayaka, (She lives in Hong Kong) will take food to Jess at the airport. <br />
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<b>My heart is healing</b><br />
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The day before Mother's day I lost my four legged Grand son, Gordo. He was Jess' dog. For the first 2 years of his life, while Jess was in high school, he slept with me. Gordo was not a barker but he was loud. He snored up a storm at night, he squealed when he was playing, he cried when he was sad, and when I returned from work he would stand at the gate and tell me long stories about his day.<br />
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My pajama trousers all have holes in them because he used to grab onto them and drag along them while I walked. He was scared of the dark and when he woke up in the night he would start growling at the shadows. I learned to switch the light on and reassure him that there was nothing there. <br />
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Jess moved out and Gordo went to live with her. I missed him terribly. I looked forward to seeing him on Mother's Day. I had a vision of the day in my head. I was going to arrive at Jess' house and he would walk up to me and give me one of those long speeches in doggy language. <br />
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Instead the day before we rushed him to the vet, the vet thought he was going to be alright. We all thought he was going to be alright. That evening he stopped breathing. <br />
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I have been able to cope so much better with my grief because of Mountain biking. I recently cycled my first 50km race. I am stronger, fitter and healthier than I have ever been.<br />
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In August we will all have a weekend together before Carmen goes back to China with Jess. We are like any family, we fight, we hug (except for Michael, he is German) we laugh, we cry. We do crazy a bit better than any other family I know. We are horribly sarcastic and forget when strangers visit that not every one gets sarcasm. Most important we all love each other to the moon and back and will always be there for each other. Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15416821190060496527noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5053333540451775600.post-20330202348592229372014-12-04T01:00:00.000-08:002014-12-04T01:00:52.511-08:00Mole Mole Mole Mole Mole <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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A couple of years ago, we were having a braai with friends.<br />
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My observation skills are not the best and I had not even noticed this.<br />
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After Michael's whisper. I could see nothing else. I felt like Austin Powers.<br />
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<i>"MOLE HAIRS, MOLE HAIRS, MOLE HAIRS. OH MY GOD VIVIAN DON'T SAY MOLE HAIRS. MOLE HAIRS, MOLE HAIRS MOLE HAIRS. BLOODY HELL MICHAEL WHY DID YOU TELL ME. MOLE HAIRS MOLE HAIRS MOLE HAIRS."</i><br />
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Our guests left shortly after this. We have not seen them much since then, probably because I suddenly could not string a sentence together. I suspect they think I was horribly drunk. Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15416821190060496527noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5053333540451775600.post-55430767569392683042014-09-29T06:55:00.000-07:002014-09-29T08:45:11.776-07:00I am fat todayI have those days when I first look in the mirror and the reflection I see is the fattest woman in the world.<br />
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I mountain bike cycle now, have been for a year, I am losing weight steadily, yes I was morbidly obese, but now I am almost not obese anymore.</div>
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That is a very flattering photo of me.</div>
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This is me a year ago:</div>
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15416821190060496527noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5053333540451775600.post-13980405080812661452014-09-12T14:57:00.000-07:002014-09-12T15:02:12.819-07:00HungerWhen I was thinking about this post out in my head I was going to say I am not comfortable with food fights but that is PC bullshit.<br />
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The truth is I am fucking completely pissed off when I see a show, music video or anything else in which there is a food fight. Last year my youngest daughter was chosen to be in the music video of a famous SA music band called "Die Antwoord" translated "The Answer". They were definitely not being the answer in their music video because in the one scene in the boarding school there is a food fight.<br />
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Call me pernickety call me a anal I really don't give a fuck but I know how it feels like to go to bed hungry and I know what it feels like to worry about what your children are going to eat. Throwing food around is not a joke, is not funny is not cool, is not fucking anything worthwhile.<br />
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For many years now I have experienced comfortable middle class living but I remember:<br />
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I remember flavouring rice with different spices to make it seem like a different meal.<br />
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I remember nursing the vegetables in my garden because if they did not grow I did not know what my children would eat.`<br />
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I remember fried rice, stir fried rice, plain rice because all we had for a few weeks was rice.<br />
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I remember boiled potatoes, roasted potatoes, mashed potatoes, fried potatoes because all we had was a bag of potatoes for a few weeks.<br />
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I remember a kindly woman at my daughter's primary school giving my daughters a meal away from the other children so they would not be mocked.<br />
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I remember being embarrassed and grateful when my middle daughter sold silk worms to preschoolers so we could have bread and jam at home.<br />
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I remember working 3 jobs and barely being able make rent or buy food.<br />
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So yes food fights and food eating competitions piss me off a great deal.<br />
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Charities such as Food for Life are uber cool because they empower people into making their own food.<br />
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Before you consider throwing food around or wolfing too much of it down for a stupid competition rather consider who you can give it to.<br />
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<br />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15416821190060496527noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5053333540451775600.post-86960301075377377892014-07-16T00:47:00.000-07:002014-07-16T04:53:40.977-07:00Why American TV shows worry meIf you are watching or have watched any of the following shows you may have come across a common concerning thread:<br />
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I think it is time that Americans started communicating with script writers and start asking them to send out a more positive message. If an apocalypse hits Americans have for years been fed the message that they do not now how to deal with any difficult situation besides for shooting the crap out of eachother.</div>
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If you know anything about the history of my country South Africa you will know that in 1994 we went from Apartheid to a democratic country <u><b>PEACEFULLY!</b></u></div>
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After many years of extremely bad human rights violations, people were angry and the situation could have been terrible. Instead our new government set up a Truth and Reconciliation Commission. The TRC played a vital role in taking a volatile situation and turning it to calm.</div>
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15416821190060496527noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5053333540451775600.post-49328255739457829612014-04-11T02:42:00.000-07:002014-04-11T02:59:44.976-07:00Guide to Cheesy HolidaysMy Carmen has accepted a job in China - she leaves in August.<br />
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She told me that she would love to make a lot of money and get us all to come have a holiday with her in China.<br />
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I said, "Then I could for real take a slow boat in China"<br />
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8. Eat Italian Kisses in Italy (No idea where these originate - chocs filled with ice cream.) The Italians have a chocolate filled with hazelnut that that they call a Chocolate Kiss):<br />
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9. Eat cheese in Switzerland - really really cheesy. <br />
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"I literally fell off the wagon" - you know when you do fall off the wagon and not when you start drinking again."</div>
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"Like when you had sex and you say we were literally banging on the bed, oh no that is entirely wrong."</div>
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"It would work if you did not have sex and you were sitting on the bed banging drums."</div>
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"I could see "I literally have defined calves on my legs" working, but I would have to illustrate that one."</div>
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"I have no idea what you are talking about. I think you had to bring up calves because you are proud of your calves because of cycling."</div>
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"When I do the illustration you will understand."</div>
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I literally have a bun in the oven:</div>
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I literally kicked the bucket:</div>
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I literally have a chip on my shoulder:<br />
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That literally is a piece of cake:<br />
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She was literally pulling his leg:<br />
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I literally have an axe to grind:<br />
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I literally hit the nail on the head:<br />
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I literally was dumped:<br />
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A friend asked me if the injections worry me? I explained that my dentist puts a numbing jelly where she is about to inject first. <br />
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My eldest daughter has a real problem with injections to the point that even though she is in her 20's she still refuses point blank to have any except when it is our dentist.<br />
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Carmen was 3 and Raewyn was 2 when I went to the local clinic for them to get their inoculations.<br />
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We knew Carmen was the problem, so we opted to have her inoculation done first.<br />
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My Mom, myself and two clinic sisters all had to hold Carmen down.<br />
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We started looking for her frantically. Fortunately there were large gardens surrounding the clinic. We found her outside, making a run for it, heading for the main road.<br />
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When I was a child I was petrified of X-rays. When ever I went for one, I was told not to move a muscle. I was convinced that if I moved I would die.<br />
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<br />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15416821190060496527noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5053333540451775600.post-21184233874636418392014-01-29T00:18:00.000-08:002014-01-29T10:04:39.787-08:00It's In a Hug<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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My darling husband Michael is German.<br />
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If you know any Germans you will know that hugging or in fact any close physical contact is not their thing.<br />
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About 4 years ago Michael took Carmen our eldest daughter to the airport. I could not be there to see her off because I could not get away from work. Carmen was embarking on what was the biggest adventure she has had so far. She was flying to Cape Town and then sailing to the Caribbean. <br />
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When I called Carmen to ask how her first flight was she told me it was miserable but her highlight was:<br />
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"Mom, I can't believe it Michael HUGGED ME!"<br />
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Early in December last year we had what we now refer to as hell week. We all argued and not mild disagreements - screaming, shouting, earth shattering stuff.<br />
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In this time our very loved ex-president Mandela passed away.<br />
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I was in a very dark place because of all the fighting and a certain person who upset me immensely. <br />
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Michael sat down next to me and put his arms around me and hugged me:<br />
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"Don't worry Vivian, even Mandela would not have like this person and he would have given this person a good slap."<br />
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The hug and the vision of our former president slapping this person cheered me up immediately. <br />
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A few days ago a gay friend was pouring out his heart about his relationship problems. <br />
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Awkward non affectionate Michael patted him on the shoulder and said:<br />
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"It will get better."<br />
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Different versions of "Its in his kiss"<br />
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He does not hug people or awkwardly pat people because he likes to do it. He does it because he knows we need it.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15416821190060496527noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5053333540451775600.post-83535151190261518592014-01-25T09:24:00.000-08:002014-01-25T12:03:41.835-08:00That's not my ring tone!Back in the dark ages (the 1970's and 1980's) when I was a child.<br />
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We did not have mobile phones.<br />
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We had ONE yes that is right ONE phone in the entire house. Usually in a place where everybody could easily reach it and where everybody could hear your conversation.<br />
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Ours was downstairs opposite the front door. <br />
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A boy that I liked once phoned me and because everybody could hear the conversation I turned his request for a date down.<br />
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We lived in a double storey house. As a rule whenever I had reached the top of the stairs the &*^%ing phone would ring.<br />
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When you went to meet people at a park or a festival you had to be very specific about where you would be. I wonder how we found people back then. I don't remember struggling except for one instance.<br />
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I borrowed my Dad's car and drove to the neighbouring town.<br />
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The car broke down and I walked to a nearby repair garage that belonged to a friend of my Dad's. I phoned home to tell my Dad where I was.<br />
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My parents were not home but their housekeeper answered. I did not know that she was dyslexic. I dictated the phone number to her and told her I was at Pine Pinaar's garage and she must please tell my Dad when he returns. When my parents returned the only part that the housekeeper got right was that the car had broken down in Nelspruit. She gave them a completely different name for the garage and she had 4 digits of the 7 digit phone number written down.<br />
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My parent's drove to Nelspruit and frantically looked for me. I can't remember how we eventually found each other but it took hours.<br />
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On my aunt's farm it was even worse. There was a party line. This meant that when the phone rang you had to listen for your specific ring and answer. Anybody could listen in. When my friends accompanied me to my aunt's farm they loved listening in on strangers phone calls. When you wanted to make a call, you had to pick up the phone and enquire:<br />
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Busy?<br />
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If nobody answered you could spin the side thingy and ask for the number that you wanted the operator to dial. They only did away with the party line system about two years ago!<br />
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At some point land line phones became mobile and we thought we were very fancy walking around with the phone. Best of all finally privacy!<br />
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Then in the nineties MOBILE PHONES!<br />
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At first you could only get mobile phones on contract so they were not easily accessible. You had to earn a certain income and the calls were very expensive.<br />
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Having a mobile phone was a status symbol.<br />
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In the early nineties we all had a good giggle at the executives who would be talking away on their bricks when the phone would actually ring.<br />
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By the late 90s when it was becoming the rage to have a very small mobile phone, my Dad borrowed me his brick to use as I had to drive home late at night from work and we lived in a dangerous area.<br />
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My work colleagues had so much fun teasing me regarding my brick. <br />
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Things like:<br />
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"Is that a weapon?"<br />
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"Are you going to kill somebody or make a phone call?"<br />
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"Careful you don't lose your phone."<br />
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Then text messages came about and in SA we call them sms.<br />
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I heard people talking in the office talking about sms and I thought they were talking about some new sex thing.<br />
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I could not figure why it was the rage topic. I did not have a tv and I worked long hours so I never knew what half the topics of conversation were about.<br />
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A few years later things were a bit better financially and I finally bought a semi decent mobile phone.<br />
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My daughters were very excited about it. They liked mobile phones a lot more than I did. I soon realised that their generation was born to sms so I would pass my phone to one of them and dictate my message.<br />
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Around this time I was shopping in a supermarket.<br />
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A phone was ringing and ringing.<br />
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VERY ANNOYING!<br />
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A woman tapped me on my shoulder and said:<br />
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Your phone is ringing!<br />
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I responded briskly:<br />
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That's not my ring tone.<br />
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To prove my point I pulled my mobile phone out of my bag.<br />
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I wanted to stick it under her nose and shout:<br />
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SEE!<br />
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The problem was it was actually ringing.<br />
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I turned bright red and answered it.<br />
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Yip my daughter's thought it was fun to change my ring tone without consulting me.<br />
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After that for years I never actually would know what my phones ringtone would be and I learned that when I heard any strange noise I had to dig my phone out of my bag and check it.<br />
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Then came the internet and when we decided to get ADSL we for the first time in years had a land line phone.<br />
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I asked my youngest Jess to phone her Granny.<br />
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She picked up the phone dialled the number and asked:<br />
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Where is the call button?<br />
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<br />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15416821190060496527noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5053333540451775600.post-89327658625815050502014-01-21T10:48:00.001-08:002014-01-22T03:44:49.593-08:00Not that type of movie I was newly divorced with 3 young children and I befriended a neighbour who also had 3 young children and was newly divorced.<br />
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I did not own a tv but my new friend did so we would often watch videos at her home. The videos were always for the children. <br />
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Because my eldest two daughters' Dad lived far away and we had no contact with my youngest's Dad, my children were always home. Once a year my daughters would all go to eldest two's Dad's home for the holiday. <br />
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My friend's ex did not live so far away so her children were away every second or third weekend.<br />
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It never seemed to coincide that all our children would be away at the same time.<br />
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Until one Friday night.<br />
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We were so excited ADULT TIME!<br />
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YAY!!! NO ANIMATED MOVIES. We were going to hire a movie for us!<br />
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We went to the video rental shop amped.<br />
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When we entered the video store we were at loss. We knew what all the latest children movies were but we were clueless about adult movies.<br />
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We needed advice.<br />
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We went to the counter and this is what we said to the friendly looking owner:<br />
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Hi<br />
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We beamed:<br />
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Our children are all away and yay we want to watch an adult movie, can you recommend anything?<br />
The pleasant counter guy was suddenly not-at-all-pleasant counter guy.<br />
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He coughed:<br />
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Sorry uhm ladies (the ladies was said in a very sarcastic way) we don't stock that kind of movie.<br />
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OH I thought to myself so he stocks only children's movies but wait a minute there are lots of adult movies here.<br />
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Then the penny dropped.<br />
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Simultaneously we protested:<br />
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No not that type of movie - movies that are not for children - like a good romance or drama story.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15416821190060496527noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5053333540451775600.post-55096483226929593992014-01-16T02:59:00.002-08:002014-01-16T03:46:26.998-08:00Now that's BaggageAbout 8 years ago forgetting how much I hate it, we decided to go camping.<br />
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It was Michael's first camping trip with girls.<br />
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As he watched us pack and pack and pack and pack and pack and pack and pack and pack.<br />
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He was horrified.<br />
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Michael:<br />
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"When I went camping with my (male) friends, we took beers and meat."<br />
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BARBARIANS!<br />
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Last year I picked up a good friend Lana. We went on a road trip to spend the night at our friend Maryke's house.<br />
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When we arrived at Maryke's house her husband graciously offered to carry our bags in.<br />
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When he saw the baggage, he said:<br />
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"Are you ladies moving in?"<br />
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A few days ago I went to fetch my colleague, Reneir from the Gautrain. He is moving permanently to Johannesburg and living with us temporarily while we find him suitable accommodation. <br />
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I was expecting heaps of bags after all he wont be going home for months.<br />
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When he arrived he had ONE TEENIE TINY bag.<br />
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I looked at him in astonishment wondering if the airport lost his baggage:<br />
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"Is this your only bag?"<br />
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Renier:<br />
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"Yes"<br />
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Me:<br />
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"But you are moving here!"<br />
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Renier:<br />
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"I have everything I need."<br />
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Me:<br />
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"Men are strange creatures."<br />
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That evening I offered him a towel but he declined saying he had packed a towel. I don't understand how. I think it must be a magical bag.<br />
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I asked him later if he had the papers he said he would bring for me. He replied that he had so many papers that he still had to organise them to find mine. Now I am even more convinced it is a magical bag.<br />
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<br />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15416821190060496527noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5053333540451775600.post-61741110630176324492014-01-10T10:30:00.000-08:002014-01-10T10:30:10.673-08:00To Geek or not to GeekMy friend David says I am a geek because I am addicted to Sci-Fi and I love techy things.<br />
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I don't think I completely tick off because I think of geeks as having the following qualities:<br />
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<li> people that can program computers - Me no clue</li>
<li>people that can make create laptops out of a few wires - Me no clue</li>
<li>people that would not enjoy partying to rock - I love rock music</li>
<li>people that use scientific quotes in arguments - Me no clue</li>
<li>people that would ace school - Oh gosh </li>
<li>Oh and a major one DAVID, I don't wear glasses - 20-20 vision bitches.</li>
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My love for Sci-fi started with my Dad, we watched Star Trek, Battle Star Gallactia and Buck Rogers together.<br />
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I enjoyed the shows but nothing compares to when I saw my first Star Wars movie - Return of the Jedi. I was hooked.<br />
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I thought that Princess Leia was the most beautiful woman in the world and that Hans Solo and Luke Skywalker were the most handsome men in the world. Which is funny because now when I watch the first 3 I think Princess Leia is pretty is pretty but not the most beautiful. I am not like all the die hard Geeks either because I thoroughly enjoy the 3 new star wars movies. Gosh I hope some Geek is not going to put me on his hit list. I think Natalie Portman aka Padme is gorgeous. <br />
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Anything is possible and many of the coolest inventions were first thought up in Sci-fi shows.<br />
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Today is a very special day, Michael and I celebrate being together for 10 years.<br />
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My daughters were visiting their Dad.<br />
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A friend JJ called me and asked me if I would go out with her. <br />
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I declined I wanted a quiet night at home.<br />
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JJ begged and begged and begged and begged.<br />
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Finally I gave in on condition that we not stay too late.<br />
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We went to a pub in Randburg.<br />
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My friend started chatting to some guys discussing their tattoos. When the not at all attractive guy started removing clothes to show his tattoos. I had enough.<br />
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Me (Not looking at Michael): I don't want to meet anybody I want to go home!<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">I saved Michael from a life of boredom</td></tr>
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Thank you Michael for the best 10 years of my life. Happy meeting anniversary!Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15416821190060496527noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5053333540451775600.post-48669293115984431042013-12-04T02:34:00.002-08:002013-12-04T02:34:53.208-08:00But it's rubbishMy favourite little person in the world is my 7 year old niece Mila.<div>
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When you give Mila a choice she decides in seconds, she is such a pleasure to take to a restaurant.</div>
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On Jess' birthday I went to a nearby mall with Mila to fetch the prawns that we were having for dinner.</div>
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As we were entering Mila admired the Christmas trees:</div>
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"Mila, don't you think its wonderful that that rubbish is not been dumped but being made into pretty decorations."</div>
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"NOOO Aunty Viv it's RUBBISH"</div>
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15416821190060496527noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5053333540451775600.post-28326706871365913712013-11-20T10:14:00.000-08:002013-11-20T21:35:11.358-08:00Sitting on a barrel of a gunMichael came home beaming carrying a pellet gun:<br />
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A few days later Michael was outside shooting tins:<br />
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"Come on give it a try its fun."<br />
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I glare at him and sigh:<br />
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"I know how to shoot, I spent half of my childhood on a farm."<br />
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Because he is gives me the "Yeah right" look, I pick up the pellet gun and I shoot every can that is mounted on the fence down.<br />
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Michael is stunned:<br />
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"Wow you are a crack shot I have never seen anybody shoot like that."<br />
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"I told you I know how to shoot but I still hate guns."<br />
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A pellet somehow lodged itself in the barrel. The pellet gun stood outside in the weather obsolete and forlorn for years. At some stage Michael bought a tool that he thought would dislodge the pellet it did not work.<br />
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Recently we bought cheap bicycles.<br />
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Michael very proud of the bargain, kept saying:<br />
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"I honestly don't know why people spend so much money on their bicycles."<br />
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Till a few weeks later<br />
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Michael came back from cycling very sad, the pole beneath his seat buckled.<br />
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We went to the bicycle shop and bought two replacement poles.<br />
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Pole number two only lasted one day.<br />
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Michael decided that he needed to find a way to reinforce pole number three.<br />
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He looked around for something strong and that was when he saw the poor forlorn and neglected pellet gun.<br />
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He sawed off the gun barrel and put it inside of pole number three and then poured resin in to secure it.<br />
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So now Michael cycles sitting on a barrel of a gun.<br />
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Change the words to "sitting on a barrel of a gun"<br />
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<br />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15416821190060496527noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5053333540451775600.post-39762283410516696282013-11-15T03:58:00.002-08:002013-11-15T08:20:19.136-08:00Yo yoSo I have been like a yo yo lately<br />
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Healthy<br />
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While lounging on the couch I discovered one fun thing: Bit Strips.<br />
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When I am healthy, I start exercising again, Michael thinks he is a bloody drill sergeant and he wants to make up for the lost time. <br />
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Being sick too often gets so so boring:<br />
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But at least I keep Michael on his toes:<br />
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Then I thought something serious was wrong:<br />
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I went to see a specialist and it turned out it was simply a bad infection that was causing all the symptoms.<br />
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Back on the saddle literally, no not horse riding - cycling. The cool thing about cycling is there are downhills. I try to convince Michael that we should go on level routes with no uphills but he says stuff like:<br />
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When we are going up the uphill and he is cycling circles around me <strike>bullying </strike>cheering me on, I imagine he is wearing a cheerleader's outfit and shaking pom poms. My mind is a leeettttllleee weird but at least I don't start hating him.<br />
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I went to pick Raewyn and Dylan up from the bus this morning at 5 am. To my surprise the streets were already rolled out. The bus broke down and broke down and then they had change a tyre. So I spent hours at Park Station without any technology. While I sat at the wimpy waiting and waiting a woman at the next table taunted me happily playing on her tablet. I turned GREEN. Maybe one day there will be an app that makes your tablet fly to you when you whistle. Oh but I can't whistle maybe clap whatEVA.<br />
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Disclaimer:<br />
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Vivian knows how to write "ever" but she says it "eva".<br />
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I read a blog post a few months ago. It was written by a women who has recently left her abusive boyfriend.<br />
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I read it and thought, "<i>Poor thing, it must be hard</i>."</div>
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Then I realised, "<i>Wait a minute that happened to you as well</i>."</div>
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I was happy because I realised how well I have healed. It's weird but when something reminds me of the past, I don't think of past me as being me.</div>
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Michael and I celebrate being together for 10 years in December this year and I am incredibly grateful.</div>
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A friend of mine said to me recently, "<i>People choose the partners that they think they deserve.</i>"</div>
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My first husband hit me and then promised it would not happen again. It became a cycle. We both had terrible tempers and would edge each other on. We were too young and completely unsuited. I don't despise him and I don't harbour any anger towards him, he has mellowed well and he loves his daughters completely. He is remarried and I am very fond of his wife and glad that they are happy.</div>
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After the divorce I met a childhood friend, she warned me that many people end up in abusive relationships the second time around. I was horrified, how could she even think that I would put myself and my children into harms way ever again.</div>
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Less than three years later I remarried and what happened to me in my first marriage was mild compared to what happened next.</div>
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I still have battle scars. He once threw a 15 litre water barrel at me. He threw knives at me. He held a loaded gun to my head. The external scars were nothing compared to the internal scars. </div>
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After my second divorce I was broken and my daughters were broken.</div>
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I was consumed with guilt because I felt I failed as a mother. My own mother is one of the best mothers in the world she supported me throughout. </div>
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A friend said to me, "<i>When you became involved with this man, did you know he was going to become abusive or did you think he was going to help you take care of your daughters? You were not looking into a crystal ball- to our knowledge our decisions are best, because we don't see the future</i>." </div>
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She also said, "<i>You don't have to forgive him but you do have to forgive yourself</i>." I did not get it. </div>
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When she said this to me, my healing began. Ricky I lost contact with you many years ago, but THANK YOU.</div>
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I decided I would never become involved with a man ever again, I did not trust my own judgement.</div>
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Despite my past, when I met Michael I instantly knew and I apologise for the cliché but HE WAS THE ONE.</div>
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With every man I ever dated before I had a niggling feeling that not all was right. With Michael I have never had any doubts.</div>
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Michael did not heal me, I healed me, but his support did help a great deal. There is no such thing as a magical Prince who sweeps you off your feet and takes you to his castle and you live happily ever after in La La land. Although being with Michael has come very close being my personal fairy tale.</div>
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Those first years were not easy for him, he was instantly Dad and went from comfortable bachelorhood to being surrounded by a bunch of girls. </div>
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I added to my guilt list. I had a hysterectomy two years before I met him so he would never be able to experience having children of his own as long as he stayed with me. Overnight I took him from his easy responsibility free life. No matter how much he reassured me that he was where he wanted to be, I could not believe that I could absolve myself. </div>
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Despite the many difficulties, the laughter and fun in our household has by far outweighed the hard times.</div>
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I was not easy to live with. I felt it was my obligation to keep the self blame torch burning. I reasoned that if I forgave myself it would make what happened in the past alright. I don't know when I began to understand: <i>"You don't have to forgive him but you do have to forgive yourself." </i>The healing was gradual. I am lucky I have a wonderful family.</div>
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Our family loves teasing me because I am awesome and interesting. (That's my version and I am sticking to it.) Carmen sighed the other day and said, "<i>I don't know how Michael puts up with you.</i>" </div>
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15416821190060496527noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5053333540451775600.post-29846207057093429392013-10-24T04:11:00.000-07:002013-10-24T04:11:11.133-07:00Counting chickens before they hatch.This month we are <strike>rather</strike> completely broke.<br />
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Last night Michael did our taxes.<br />
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A massive refund was owing to us!<br />
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We were both thrilled and we discussed the bills we would pay as well as the fun things we would buy.<br />
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Alright to be honest, we discussed the fun things we would buy and brought up the bills towards the end. - very much an after thought.<br />
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We started cycling a few weeks ago, so we were going to buy all kinds of accessories for our bicycles.<br />
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Michael got a cycling helmet for his birthday and he is very self-conscious of the fact that I am cycling without one.<br />
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We were going to get me one at the end of the month, but now we could get me a helmet sooner.<br />
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Michael: "Yay, we can buy you a helmet and I will stop looking like a selfish prick."<br />
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I went to bed happy thinking about how many things this "windfall" would help with.<br />
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This morning Michael came to me:<br />
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OH WELL<br />
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RICHES TO RAGS<br />
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<br />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15416821190060496527noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5053333540451775600.post-79599481479598903402013-10-20T08:05:00.000-07:002013-10-20T08:05:10.989-07:00The devil does not wear PradaThe devil wears black fur.<br />
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Being somebody who does not believe in anything, I now believe in the devil.<br />
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His name is Gordo which is Spanish for fat.<br />
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He looks all innocent in the picture above.<br />
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BUT he is not<br />
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He is the most hyper active little creature in the world.<br />
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It took two months before he slept through.<br />
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We took turns sleeping with him and it reminded me of having a baby in the house.<br />
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He is Jess' baby and we love him to bits and pieces but boy is he exhausting.<br />
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He has grown a lot already:<br />
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When he sleeps he snores loudly<br />
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Here he is sleeping with Cleo and Col lets not discuss what Col is doing:<br />
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I think we should dress him up as Darth Vader for Halloween but Jess wants him to be dressed as a punk.<br />
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<br />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15416821190060496527noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5053333540451775600.post-54790763577034503272013-09-26T06:13:00.000-07:002013-09-26T06:13:26.411-07:00More thanA Doctor:<br />
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"Aaah Good Morning Mrs Pitschlitz, How are you today?"<br />
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I never correct him I am not Mrs Pitschlitz I am Ms Pitschlitz. I was not married to my Dad and I don't use my married surname. I usually correct people but not Dr Kaka he is such a sweetie pie I leave the "Mrs" be.<br />
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When Jessica is with me he has a barrage of questions for her: "Aah Jessica how is the boyfriend? What no boyfriend? What is wrong with the boys at your school? How is Granny, how are your sisters? Do you miss them?"<br />
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This man sees about 30 patients a day but he knows every member of my family and he never forgets a detail. When my Mom or elder daughters visit me in Johannesburg, they go to see him because he is more than simply a doctor. <br />
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We have been going to him since Jessica was 5, she is turning 17 in two months time. We used to live near to his doctors rooms, now it is an hours drive, but we still prefer to go to him.<br />
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At times when one family member is sick, the entire family comes along to say hi. We all bundle into his little office and he greets us like old friends. There is always gossip about our old neighbours and then down to business.<br />
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There are two things that single out our Dr Kaka, the first is he is a brilliant at diagnosis and secondly he is a compassionate human being.<br />
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While waiting for him today, I overheard him on his cell phone:<br />
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"Your medication has arrived, don't worry you don't have to pay anything just come get the medicine."<br />
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A Dentist:<br />
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In 1999 my sister brought me to Dr Peer for the first time. Due to tooth decay, I did not have either of my top front teeth. I was a single Mom and had to find work quickly. My sister and I both knew that this was not going to happen without teeth. Dr Peer gave me two beautiful front teeth at a ridiculously cheap price. They were not crowns and she said they would last for about 3 years. Her work is so good that they lasted for 8 years before I went to her for replacements. <br />
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She is not so cheap anymore although she does give me great discounts but we can go to any dentist for cleaning or filling but if it is cosmetic she is a must. Nobody crafts a tooth more perfectly. She is also not just my dentist she has become my friend.<br />
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The family GP and dentist is a thing of the past. People go to medical centers and see which ever doctor or dentist is available. Do you still have a family doctor? Are doctors able to diagnose as well without knowing your history?<br />
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<br />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15416821190060496527noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5053333540451775600.post-48554027349295351112013-09-23T02:13:00.001-07:002013-09-23T03:33:46.158-07:00Asian Ya Ya sisters and other holiday stuffEver had a holiday where you actually felt a bit like a spoiled brat because although it should have been good you were not quite enjoying it? <br />
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We stayed in a perfectly good B and B except that the parking was non-existent so we had to hope that when we drove anywhere we would find a parking when we came back. The rooms shared a geyser so when there were additional guests we had no hot water. Not one of the hosts seemed to have any skill when it came to making eggs.<br />
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Michael and I spent the last 10 days in Cape Town. Michael went for work and I lucky fish went along for a holiday.<br />
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When I packed I pictured sunny weather as Johannesburg was hot and sunny and although spring it felt like summer.<br />
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Instead this is what we encountered in Cape Town:<br />
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I packed sun hats, sandals and t-shirts all great for a summer holiday. I forgot all Michael's belts so he had to use the guest house's dressing gown belt to keep his jeans on.<br />
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We were booked into a guest house co-incidentally a block away from where Carmen used to live in Green Point. Carmen is longing to get back to Cape Town so she was rather green with jealousy. <br />
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As we were in a Bed and Breakfast I called Carmen often to find out where to find the best restaurants for lunch and supper.<br />
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I called her and asked her where Michael could get a good hamburger.<br />
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She suggested Hudsons.<br />
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My cellphone's volume is terrible and the wind was blowing like crazy.<br />
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So we were walking along the street looking for the suggested restaurant was and saw "Hassar".<br />
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I said to Michael that this must be the place.<br />
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We told the waitress that our daughter recommended the restaurant for it's burgers. The waitress did look puzzled.<br />
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The waitress brought us the menu and there was one hamburger on the menu that did not look particularly exciting but Michael ordered it. It was alright but not anything spectacular.<br />
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The next day we both walked further along the same street and saw "Hudsons", they only make hamburgers. We were very amused. The burgers were fantastic and I could have one because they have wheat free burger buns as well.<br />
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We ate a lot of sushi as there was a very reasonable sushi place close to the guest house as well. The sushi place was driven into by a drunk driver. <br />
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The highlight of our holiday was a boat trip to seal island. The ocean was very rough and it made it very exciting like being on a roller coaster.<br />
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On this trip we met Asian Ya Ya sisters, unfortunately I did not get a pic of all three Ya Ya sisters together.<br />
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They did not speak any English but we communicated perfectly with hand gestures. After the trip we knew exactly what the one lady was telling her husband waiting at the harbour. Her hands were going up and down showing how wild the waves were.<br />
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