Saturday, May 23, 2009
The first day of school the big buzz was about the really b!^*y new girl and her very hunky older brother with the long side burns. All the girls were going on about them. I didn’t have a clue. Everyone had laid eyes on them but me. Didn’t really bother me ether.
I was late for my very first history class and as I was making my way across the quad there he was. At first I didn’t know he was calling after me but I soon realized there was no one else around. I stopped to hear what he wanted. He was lost and looking for the history class. Seeing that I was on my way there I offered to show him the way. When we entered the class room together half the girls jaws dropped.. My friend was so kind to have saved me a seat in the back and the only other available one was the one next to mine. I soon found out that this new guy was THE guy everyone was going on about. We ended up having all our classes together.
And so that was the start of our friendship. We use to pass notes to each other and in biology we were separated after the first month. The teacher made the mistake to put us next to or other friends and soon after we were moved back together. We got on like a house on fire and we became great friends, some people even thought we were dating… what a crazy idea…
…or was it? As with most 17 year olds I found myself having a little crush on him after a while, but what was I to do, I wasn’t going to say something and maybe wreck the friendship, I’d rather not know at all.
Then during our final exams we got into an argument and before we could make up the year was over and he was shipped off to another school never to be seen again. I really missed him for a very long time and till today every time I hear Love Bits I think of him.
Last year out of the blue I got a friend request on Facebook. The one person I thought had disappeared for ever marched back into my life as quickly as he’d marched out. I couldn’t believe he actually found me. Our friendship is growing again and sometimes i have to remind myself I'm not 17 anymore...
So now before you go aw yeah, I must tell you, his happily married to a very nice girl and doing very well for himself. That nagging old Alanis song comes to mind…
Friday, May 22, 2009
Welcome to the family John.
Sunday, May 10, 2009
Ode To Mothers!
Michael Jeffrey Gale
Blue birds and Blue Jays just flappin'inthe wind,
A Message to My Mother
hank williams, sr.
Years have passed since that parting
So, here we have a bit of Mothers day history, a Poem and a Song. Now I would like to put my personal touch to it. I was born on the 10th of March 1979. Momzy says they were at a bowels match when her contractions started. She says the nurses were watching The Saint. It was a Saturday evening. Pacing up and down the corridor she decided she needed the loo… I guess I was almost born in a toilet
I was her problem child. At age three I developed asthma, I almost died. Then a few years later I got stung by a honey bee, I almost died… again. The doctors said if it weren’t for her quick thinking and keeping her cool under pressure, I would have died. When I started school they discovered I had dyslexia. She would sit in the evenings with me bribing me with Jelly Tots to get me to read. They’re still my favourite sweets. I guess sometimes she would rather have wanted to ring my neck then give me sweets, but she didn’t. The saying “I Brought you in to this world, and I will take you out again” comes to mind. Then when I was a little older she would write me letters, she said came from a gremlin that lived in het typewriter at work, to get me to read.
When I turned 21 I moved to Sun City, in a very compulsive move. I know by her reaction that she was very worried but even more disappointed. She’s always been more worried about me then any of her other children. She would phone Miss bossy boots once a week just the here how I was doing. Even when I was much older.
I know that most of the gray hairs on her head is there because of me and I know some of the calluses on her knees’ of spending nights praying’ are because of me, but a couple of the wrinkles around her eyes, I know are also there because of me. I know I’ve brought you lots of tears, tears of sadness, tears of frustration but also tears of joy. Tears form laughing so much you want to wet yourself.
She always says she hopes one day I’ll have a daughter just like me, so I would know what she had to go through. I hope that one day I would be able to be at lest half the mom she’s been. I'm truly blessed and I Love you Mom.
Friday, May 8, 2009
Feeling very alone again tonight. I wish I knew what was in store for me love wise. If I wasn’t meant to be married, why do I have such a longing to find someone? We weren’t created to be alone. Life is meant to be shared. God intends for us to experience life together. So why at 30 am I still single and living with my parents?
...and I guess your heart I’ll never find…
I remember, I use to say, “When I grow up I’m gonna…” and “one day I’ll…” you know what I am grownup and one day has come and still I’m not. Most of the time I manage not to think about it. I keep busy with other stuff. Pretend as if I’m to busy to care. That’s not true. This women that works with Momzy, we always joked and said we hope we don’t end up like her… she’s in her 40’s still single and lives at home. Only difference is. She lives at home alone now. Her mother died two year ago and her father last year… what if this isn’t a joke, what if I end up like that.
…From a distance my love, I’ll have to release…
I use to work with a lesbian girl, we were great friends. She’d always ask me out even though she knew I wasn’t gay. She was Joking. I told her that if, by the time I’m 30, single and still live at home I’d give her a call or shoot myself. Not joking anymore.
…And I’d have to look elsewhere for inner peace…
Last year I attended a funeral and at tea after I was sitting chatting to a group of ladies, out of the blue the one asked me, when it was my chance? My chance? For what, dying? I asked. No, she said, for getting married. AT A FUNERAL!!!! For goodness sake! I DON’T KNOW LADY!!!! Now when people ask me I say 25 September. That’s only 4 months away.
… Thus I guess you’d never understand…
That’s something I get asked a lot, so, when are you getting married, so, when are you going to meet that guy. So, why are you still single? 1. I’M NOT PSYCIC AND 2. IF I KNEW WHY I WOULD HAVE WORKED ON THAT AND NOT BE SINGLE ANYMORE!!!! Bridget Jones puts it classically. When someone asked her why she was single, she plainly said, well it doesn’t help that we singletons are covered in scales.
… Nor comprehend...
I had this friend when I was at school, loved him to bits. But we were just friends. The last conversation we had was a fight. He transferred to another school the next year. And that was that… I thought. Last year he found me on facebook… I was thrilled; till I found out he was married. An Alanis Morisette song comes to mind. One night in a bit of a drunken stupor he started texting me, telling me how he always had a crush on me and how he’d been searching for me… still married!
... Nor see the plan…
I’m hopeless, I tend to fall for all the wrong guys, by wrong I mean, gay, married or to young. Just after I moved back home I met this policeman, it went great, only thing is, I wasn’t the only one, he had not one but two girls in different towns. Charming, he even tried to hook me up with one of his friends and tried to pickup my friend while I was there. I should have gotten the message, we broke up and 7 months later he was married, not to me and not to any of the other two. A few months later he was killed in the line of duty. The guy he tried to set me up with died a year later in a car accident.
…’cause I guess our love is mine alone…
There’s this guy at church I really like, when he found out I was 10 years older then him, he started dating my friend. They’ve just broken up. But I’m still 10 years older and even if we joke about it, Momzy and the rest of the sane people are right. Will never work. I also have this thing against people in the youth group dating.I never go anywhere so I never meet people, tried the internet dating thing, don’t work ether, a lot of freaks out there though. So here I am, 30 single and still living with my parents, what would you do if you were in my shoes?
…poured out like fresh spring water on an old dry stone…
Tuesday, May 5, 2009
The outnumbered Mexicans defeated a much better-equipped French army that had not been defeated in almost 50 years. However, Cinco de Mayo is not "an obligatory federal holiday" in Mexico, but rather a holiday that can be observed voluntarily.
While Cinco de Mayo has limited significance nationwide in Mexico, the date is observed in the United States and other locations around the world as a celebration of Mexican heritage and pride However, a common misconception in the United States is that Cinco de Mayo is Mexico's Independence Day, which actually is September 16, the most important national patriotic holiday in Mexico. Wikipedia
I love The Ellen Show, but we’re a season or so behind here in SA. Last year on the 5th of May her whole show was dedicated to this Mexican holiday. I too was under the impression that it was Mexico’s Independence Day. So today I went around telling everyone it was Cinco De Mayo and when they asked what that was I replied, it’s Mexico’s Independence Day. So I would like to take this opportunity to apologize for misleading the twelve people I came into contact with today and told this lie to. I’m not in the habit of fibbing so I apologize profusely.
Happy Cinco De Mayo everyone.
Sunday, May 3, 2009
A couple of years back I worked at a security company for a while. Every four days we’d have shift change and I’ go from working day shift to night shift. I’d get home at 7 in the morning and put the Moulin Rouge DVD on, my squeeza lent me. Unfortunately before Nicole Kidman could finish Diamonds Are A Girl’s Best Friend, I’d be out cold… the chef ended up watching it ten thousand times though.
So as with everything else I find an interest in, I went to do some research about the Moulin Rouge, the Diamond dogs and there Can-Can… then it all came back to me. When I was 9 our school had a circus. Actually, every year we’d have a school play but once every 7 years we’d have a circus. So when I was 9 our class was the can-can dancers. Now I’d like to know who in there right mind would let a bunch of 9 year old girls dress up as the Diamond Dogs and do the can-can… I came across this peace and I was shocked…
top row second girl
Me thinks my teachers have some explaining to do…. Funny how things happen. When I was 9 I was a can-can dancer and one of my all time favorites movies are the Moulin Rouge. I’m appalled!!! Viva la revolution!