Tuesday, March 31, 2009
So in about two month’s time I write exams, and I’m in panic mode. I can’t seem to get myself to study. Every morning I wake up and say, today is the day, but what happens when I get home? I find something more interesting to do or watch. But I have to learn. At school I wasn’t too big on studying ether. I basically got through on general knowledge. But the stuff they teach at school is nothing like this course. This is all new to me. Events management is something I’ve always wanted to do and now that I have the opportunity, I just can’t stay motivated. I thought that if I convinced my boss to let me do the course through the company, I’d work really hard and focus and the fact that it’s my boss’ money would be motivation enough. It didn’t and it wasn’t. Don’t get me wrong, I still want to do the course and do events management, I just don’t want to have to study for the exam. I wish I just knew the stuff. I wish it was general knowledge. I wish I already had the qualification. Plus I wish I didn’t have to work for the company anymore. I want to start my own events company and make lots of dou. And make up my own work schedule.
Saturday, March 28, 2009
so this afternoon when momzy picked me up from work she announced the good news. There is a latin-american evening at the city hall. Great fun!
NOT! As we were walking up to the hall i commented that this was my first outing out with my parents as a old maid. And i mentioned a certain prominent old maid, and guess who greated us at the door...
I was under the impression this would be a fancy do with lots me people my age... The only people my age was the old maid... 5 years my senior and next in line was the lady sitting next to me, 45 years my sinior and this was the young crowed.
so while i was sitting minding my own business and feeling very sorry for myself, the old maid stepped up to you and said, she hoped the tables were sturdy enough... Meaning we were to dance on it. All of a sudden i got short of breath and my mouth went dry... Did she just classify me as one of them! I wanted to burst out in tears. Do the rest of the town also think i'm an old maid!?
Why did i quit drinking!! A double whatever neat would come in pretty handy right now...
Friday, March 27, 2009
So we took a vote and Lisa, Cas and I decided that seeing that this blog belongs to the three of us its name had to represent the three of us. And plus they pined me down and tickled my feet till I wet myself, so I had to change it.
Lisa is the forgetful, gullible, clumsy one. The typical bookworm, missing out on the best things in life. Lisa is painfully shy and has never had a boyfriend. Momzy should actually be proud of her, she’s the virgin.
Cas, cas is the bad girl, she’s the one always getting us in trouble. She’s the one who flashes the drummers and get there autographs on our boobs. She’s the one responsible for our tattoo. She’s the fun one and even though Lisa is scared of her she wishes she could be as brave as her.
Then there is me, Jozeygirl, the catalyst. I’m a bit of both. I’m the mediator, the conscience and the brains of this outfit.
So, jozeygirl didn’t cut it so we decided JUST PASSING THROUGH would be perfect.
What do you think?
Tuesday, March 24, 2009
We are not allowed to have our phones on us at work, so round 11 every day i excuse myself for my morning's constetusion but what i actually do in those 5 to 7 minutes is check my email and read a blog or two. And that's exactly what i'm doing at the moment. But now its back to the salt mines. Till this afternoon
Tuesday, March 17, 2009
I'm busy studying events management and its hard. My exam is in june and i have no idea how i'm going to remember everything. Some of the stuff i don't even understand. It's hopeless. I don't know what made me sigh up for this in the first place.
i have to complete the course because my employers are paying for it. I just wish i knew the answers. I don't know what to do. I've tried sleeping with the textbook under my pillow, doesn't work. Papers get all wrinkly. I tried banging it on my head, only a headache.
what else can i try.
Saturday, March 14, 2009
Thursday, March 12, 2009
4 chicken breasts
Last night’s leftover garlic cream and yogurt
Hot English mustard
Whole grain mustard
Chop onion, mushrooms and baby marrow into chunks
Fry onion in a little oil and after a while add the chicken
When the skin starts to crisp add some water to start the cooking process
Add the mushrooms and baby marrow
Cook till the chicken is done.
Strain into a sauce pan and remove the chicken
Now add the garlic sauce hot mustard, honey and whole grain mustard to the mushroom mix
Stir and let it simmer
Boil some rice in the stock that’s been strained
When the rice is par boiled dish into a Pyrex dish place the chicken on top and cover it with the sauce. Cook in the oven for a while, till you think it’s cooked.
I add some cheese just for that little something special.
I can’t give you exact measures seeing that I thought it up as I went along, I hope yours will be as yummy as mine
Wednesday, March 11, 2009
I’m watching American idols. You must know this first. Here in sunny SA we get all these American programs a few months after they’ve aired in the states, same with the UK. But I still enjoy watching these series.
I, myself, can’t carry a tune, that’s something I got from dear old momzy. Miss bossy boots and the brat both sang in the school choirs, I never got picked… but singing still is one of my all time favourite things to do. I’m the one that knows all the words to all the songs. I had a friend who once told me she couldn’t understand how someone that can’t sing knows all the words. She was a soloist. Did I mention we USETO be friends. Past tense.
So I watch these talent shows and pretend to be a judge, everyone does that, so don’t judge me. I love music and try to have it around me all the time. And I think I’ve got a good ear, just cant sing. But these days everyone is doing it. I’m usually spot on with the votes, when Simon says no I usually agree.
But I must say, there are some really bad singers out there. And even worse is that some of them don’t think they are bad. Some of them even think they’re quite good. I suggest the judges on idols should each have a bucket of rotten tomatoes and through them at the bad contestants. That would be really funny.
I wonder which country has the worst singers cause there are some really bad ones on our own SA idols. And what’s the worst song to sing at an audition? Here in sunny SA its killing me softly, I whish you could experience some of our contestants here.
Tuesday, March 10, 2009
me round age 4
Today I turned 30. That is 1560 weeks, 360 months and waits for it…10957.5 days. Wow and I always thought 30 sounded old... in dog years I would only be about 4.28571 years. When I was younger I had a friend that shared a birthday with me. I always say, all good people are left handed and all good people are born in March… I know right handed people and people born in any other month will beg to differ, that’s ok cause I know the truth…
So I went on a search, to find out who, not only shared a birth month with me but a birthday to. And I found out I share a birthday with some impressive people:
Chuck Norris, Sharon Stone, Carrie Underwood and Zimbabwean Priminster- Morgan Tsvangirai… not to be confused with the jester that rules the country, Bob Mugabe, we down south actually like good old Morgs. But all these impressive people can’t make up for the fact that I also share a birthday with Barbie, andTerrorist Weekly’s hottest man alive, Osama bin Laden. That sucks; you’d think that April 1st would be reserved for the likes of him and old Bob.
So now as the Bright orangey red African sun sets over the bushveld and the end of this very special day draws to a close, I slip in to my little sleepy sheepy pj give Ben a hug and say… thank goodness, I’m only 30.
30 pearls of wisdom bestowed upon me in the past 30 years:
you are not supposed to get back into the bath after your mother has dressed you for church…
a baby at 3 months doesn’t like peanuts, no matter how many you try and shove down his throat
gum does not make a good conditioner for hair
YOU CAN’T FLY!!!
Hand on a hot plate will burn… LIKE HELL!!!
Don’t trust dentists, EVER!!!!
It never hurts your mother more then it hurts you
it will hurt … A LOT!
Brown is NOT the new pink mom!!! Especially not at the spring day beauty pageant
you can’t go down a flight of stairs with your bike
there aren’t lots of fish in the sea
if you get the feeling that something’s to good to be true, it usually is
slippers go with everything
chocolate DOES NOT cause pimples
always listen to your bladder, it’s the one body part that will turn on you in a second
black hair dye won’t wash out after 8 washes
if you can’t… fake it!!!
bull$~!£ baffles brains
smile and the world smiles with you, cry and they laugh at you
you can do anything you put your mind to it… except flying
sometimes its better to just jump in
it’s easier for a women to run with a skirt hitched above her hips then it is for a man to run with is pants down around his ankles
the words to Gloria Gaynor’s I will survive
1973 VW Beetles can NOT ride on just 2 wheels. No matter what you saw on Hurby Drives again
the road less travelled is less travelled for a reason
cold cucumber soap sucks ass
Chocolate will always make you feel better…
life is NOT fair!!! to everyone at some stage
Saturday, March 7, 2009
… What a load of $#!£… my mom loves this saying… if I had a 50c every time she’s used that phrase I’d be a rich women and life would be very fair.
If you can remember I’ve mentioned that I’m a middle child… and I think for us life is just a little less fair. Had to share a room with my sister for the first couple of years of my life… no fair… then the brat arrived… no fair… then I had to share with him for a while… no fair… then when we got older and it was inappropriate for little girls and boys to share a bedroom, I got shipped back to dear old miss bossy boots… no fair… ok that wasn’t fair on both of us…
I grow up in middle class white South Africa during the apartheid era. You know the hand-me-down-class. First dear old sis got the dress and when she out grow it I got it… not fair… I can even take it back a little farther… the oldest coz got the dress, then her younger sister, then dear old sis… then me…
We didn’t have enough money to go on holiday to the sea side, but we had too much for the welfare to send us, like the other poor old souls in school whose parents had even less. My mom made most of our clothes, don’t get me wrong, some times it looked just like the ones in store… but never really got to wear store bought… only on special occasions...
Then can 1994 and the end of apartheid… now all whites were worse off… middle class even more so… now government started looking after the previously disadvantage, witch was right.. But now street children and aids orphans were wearing Nike and Reebok and I was still wearing pep specials... not fair… and so the list goes on, I know it might sound as if I’m ungrateful, I’m not. I just wish someone would cut the middle class-middle child a brake…
I live at home… not fair… I don’t have my own transport… not fair… in earn peanuts so can’t afford to move out or get my own car… not fair… I have to depend on the graciousness of my parents to get from point a to point be… thank goodness they’re gracious… sometimes… and only short distances… I have no privacy… not fair… when friends come to visit (which, by the way, doesn’t happen that often) I always get the short end of the stick… my parents ends up chattering away and I serve drinks… not fair… and so on and so on… today is Saturday, you know what I did last night? Watched moment of truth… thought Friday nights were for going out with friends… I couldn’t, have no cash or car… I work my arse off just to pay the bills, my only indulgence use to be retail therapy, now I can’t even enjoy that anymore…
Today was my company’s annual golf day… our division wasn’t even notified about this… I had to find out from a friend who doesn’t even work for the company... She wanted to know if I could help out at the canca shavethon where she had to work cause she’s going to our golf day with her hubby… bloody cheek!!!!! The whole company is enjoying the day team building and having fun and my division had to work like I said we weren’t even notified, let alone invited…
So here I am single poor female still liveing with her parents and to crown it all, I’m busy getting a cold… 3 days before my 30th birthday…NO FAIR!!!!!!!!!!
NOT FAIR! NOT FAIR! NOT FAIR!
Am I just feeling sorry for myself or is my life just not fair? And am I the only on or are there others? And is there some kind of support group? And can I sign up? If there isn’t, can we get one started?
! ! L I F E I S N O T F A I R ! !
Friday, March 6, 2009
Why do we put signs up when no one ever reads them? You pull when the sign on the door say PUSH go right when the sign says LEFT. And even when there is a picture drawn, people still gets it wrong.
The rest rooms at our restaurant say COCKS and HENS with a little statue of a cock and a hen above it. But time and again people enter the wrong door. We even went and put a little bronze man and women on the doors.
Why is this? Why can’t anyone seem to read signs these days? I use to work at a music shop in a mall and more then once people would knock on the locked door, sometimes even on the CLOSED sign, and ask: ‘are you closed?’
Even in this restaurant I work in now, they CLOSED sign is up, the chairs are on the tables and we are busy cleaning and people would still walk in and then say: ‘oh sorry, aren’t you open?’ WHAT!!!!!!!!!!!
I think people are lazy; they don’t want to make the effort to read the signs. That or they’re just plain rude…
Wednesday, March 4, 2009
What do old people do all day? This question came up when I was walking to work the other day. You see I live in a little town house complex where most of the occupants are retired. This one lady was busy with washing and another and her husband was busy with the dishes. This made me wonder…
…after the washing is done and the plates are all packed away, what do old people do for the rest of the day?
I live with my parents. Mom still works and dad is on pension, wel, he was on pension. In the 13 years since he’s gone on pension he has retired about 4 times. How is this possible? You ask. Well after a few months of being retired he finds something new to do. In his 13 years of retirement he’s had a bike repair shop, farmed with chickens, exotic ducks and had parrots, hamsters and a sheep. He’s worked at the church, at a paint shop, of which he had this to say, its worse then watching paint dry… at the moment his working at a TV and satellite installation shop. Well, they don’t install satellites, they install satellite dishes… you’re probably thinking, what does a 65 year old man, born before the last world war know about TVs and satellite dishes, satellites for that matter to? Well you’d be surprised, a bit more then his 30 year old daughter born after the invention of the wheel…
…but that’s just my dad, if he sits still for too long the cat uses him for a scratching pole so like Mick Jagger, my daddy’s a Rolling Stone, and we all know rolling stones don’t gather moss…
… but back to the other scratching poles around here, what do they do all day? I asked around, and the verdict is in, read, knitting, playing field bowels, sleeping, and my dad’ favourite, sitting around thinking of ways to p!$$ the man off at the TV shop aka my dad…
Monday, March 2, 2009
Today was my first day back at work after a glorious long weekend. I say this because I don’t get every weekend of like everyone else I know. So today was dreaded BLUE MONDAY well maybe a light turquoise Monday. I’ve had worse. Then again I’ve had much better.
At 7:45 I was helping my manager with something and when I crouched down I heard it, that sound no one likes hearing while bending over, especially at 7:45 in the morning… RRRIP!!!! That’s right; I ripped the seam of my pants. So I got out the emergency needle and thread and I mended it.
For the next few hours everything went down without any major incidents. Then round 13:00 I decided it was time for lunch. I made myself a delicious jacket potato with a nice bacon feta and cream sauce. Half way through this yummy meal things went south… literally, somehow I managed to nock the plate of the table. And potato went flying… so I bent down to clean up and to my dismay, for the second time today, I heard that dreaded sound… I RIPPED MY PANTS AGAIN!!!!!!!!!!
Silently I thought to myself, what else could go wrong? I had to ask, didn’t I?
Before I continue I should mention that I work in a teagarden kitchen, I make food for a living and part of my job description is making pies, from scratch!
So after lunch and the second ripping of the pants I made pies. Two hours later as we were rapping up someone knocked over all 17 boxes of pies!!!!!!!! I HAD TO ASK!!!! So I proceeded to save the ones I could and as I lifted one of the boxed off the table to pack it away, my finger caught onto another…
… Luckily my reflexes are good and I managed to catch it before it too fell…
So at 16:00 I packed up all my belongings ripped pants and all and I came home… safe for now in my little 2x4 white room with padded walls…
Hopefully I’ll have a magenta Tuesday..
Sunday, March 1, 2009
It makes me sad and it feels like I have no one to share it with. No on wants to listen to someone complaining about there life. But that's just it, I always listen to others problems. Like this one time, my friend was dating my brother, he wasn't that in to her and I did warn her, she didn't listen but when it didn't workout, i was the shoulder she cried on... a few weeks after i to had a little love disappointment, we were house sitting for some other friends, so when i got home the evening, feeling very fragile i started poring my heart out to her. She managed to turn the whole conversation around so that she was the one in need of a shoulder. So what could i do? I dried up my tears and offered her some tender and encouraging words... I got over the guy and moved on.
But it's not just my friendships i take a back seat to, in my work, family and even my church this happens
When i started my job i had to get uniforms ordered. I worked there for 6 months before i received any and then they still got my shoe size wrong. There were people that started after me that got threes before mine. I have been looked over more them 5 times for job promotions, and it's not that i don't do my work right, the boss's excuse is that I'm to valuable in my department that he doesn't want to move me... but he doesn't offer a raise ether.
I still live at home and on weekends both siblings come to visit, i feel like running away. It's like i get moved into a corner, I'm the one filling the drinks, making coffee, fetching this, doing that, running after them like a butler. I remember one weekend we decided to order some take out... my order got screwed up, oeps, they said, sorry, but that's fine what you got, don't worry, next time. They always talk over me, when i speak no one listens, its even happened that i would mention something in conversation and they wont even take notice, then someone else mentions the same thing and they get applause. When i have friends over this also happens, we go and sit in the front room then my parents join us and soon after I'm being sent to make tea, to pore drinks and when and the whole conversation gets monopolized by my parents. When i confront them about it they act all let down and as if i did them this huge in justice.
So i decided to join another church. One where i don't have to live in the shadow of my family. I started helping out with the youth then a married couple joined and with the pastor's son the four of us became the official youth leaders. But once again it happened, i am always been left out. I've been in this church for 2 years and at the beginning a each month the people who has a birthday in that month has to stand up and the get wished a happy birth day. This morning was one of those Sundays and as last year my birthday wasn't mentioned again. Now i don't really like the spotlight on me so when they asked if anyone got left out, i didn't want to jump up and say, yes me.
I'd rather not say anything, then put up a scene. I'm not like that. I guess that's why I'm mentioning it now where little to none will get to see it, at lest its out now... and i feel better...
... For now.