Saturday, May 23, 2009

friends for ever

I was a shy girl growing up and only had a few good friends, but they were the very best. One of my favourite stories is how I met my best guy friend.

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

The funniest thing happened to day. when i got home i heard a kitten in a tree, i went to investigate. after about 5min i managed to get him out. but instead of it running off, it invited its self in. the whole day he spent lounging around the house, then my cat saw him and the claws came out. i went looking for his family but my search came up dry. so, when we got home he marched right past me jumped onto the couch and decided to stay. now momzy isn't really keen on the idea but after about an hour she warmed up to him and so now two became three.
Welcome to the family John.

Sunday, May 10, 2009


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an ode to my mother

Contrary to popular belief, Mother's Day was not conceived and fine-tuned in the boardroom of Hallmark. The earliest tributes to mothers date back to the annual spring festival the Greeks dedicated to Rhea, the mother of many deities, and to the offerings ancient Romans made to their Great Mother of Gods, Cybele. Christians celebrated this festival on the fourth Sunday in Lent in honour of Mary, mother of Christ. In England this holiday was expanded to include all mothers and was called Mothering Sunday. In the United States, Mother's Day started nearly 150 years ago, when Anna Jarvis, an Appalachian homemaker, organized a day to raise awareness of poor health conditions in her community, a cause she believed would be best advocated by mothers. She called it "Mother's Work Day." Fifteen years later, Julia Ward Howe, a Boston poet, pacifist, suffragist, and author of the lyrics to the "Battle Hymn of the Republic," organized a day encouraging mothers to rally for peace, since she believed they bore the loss of human life more harshly than anyone else. In 1905 when Anna Jarvis died, her daughter, also named Anna, began a campaign to memorialize the life work of her mother. Legend has it that young Anna remembered a Sunday school lesson that her mother gave in which she said, "I hope and pray that someone, sometime, will found a memorial mother's day. There are many days for men, but none for mothers." Mother's Day has flourished in the United States and all over the world. In fact, the second Sunday of May has become the most popular day of the year to dine out, and telephone lines record their highest traffic, as sons and daughters everywhere take advantage of this day to honour and to express appreciation of their mothers.

Ode To Mothers!
Michael Jeffrey Gale

Blue birds and Blue Jays just flappin'inthe wind,
They are one of nature's most beautifulwhims!
For hath the music in all our hearts,
Going thru life with minimal smarts!

God's overseeing everything about us,
While man is busy, creating a fuss!
Shaded trees are down by the river,
As a crying child's finger is in pain froma sliver.

As he fusses and cringes at all his discomfort and disdain,
All that is in his mind,
is all the frustrational pain!
For without his mother's tenderly care,

Easing the pain with love that is beyond total,
and incomprehensible,
devotional compare!
Alas! Dear mothers, are lovingly there!

A Message to My Mother
hank williams, sr.
take this message to my mother
It will fill her heart with joy
tell her that I’ve met my saviour
God has saved her wand’ring boy.

the tears and sorrow I have caused her.
How I wish I could repay
But tell her I’ll be waiting for her
We’ll meet in heaven some glad day.
How she cried when I left her
I know it filled her heart with pain
She said, son, please don’t leave me
For we may never meet again.

Years have passed since that parting
But I know she waits and prays
Soon I’ll cross that dark river
Please let her know that I was saved.

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

to love and to have lost is better then to never have loved befor.

… I guess your love will never be mine...

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

Cinco De Mayo

Cinco de Mayo (Spanish for "fifth of May") is a regional holiday in Mexico, primarily celebrated in the state of Puebla, with some limited recognition in other parts of Mexico. The holiday commemorates the Mexican army's unlikely victory over French forces at the Battle of Puebla on May 5, 1862, under the leadership of Mexican General Ignacio Zaragoza SeguĂ­n.
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.

working class hero

There’s this guy in town that goes door to door and sells veggies. He rides around on a bike with a cooler box on the front. He always looks so happy. One day while on the way to Pretoria (2 hours drive) we picked him up on the side of the high way. He was walking to the next town (30min by car). The chef asked why he was walking; he explained that every morning he would walk the 60km to go buy veggies and then hike back to sell it. I was shocked. This guy always looks so happy, always friendly and smiling and yet, he doesn’t have much. I say he’s richer then most people, he’s figured out that you don’t need a lot to be happy. This one day Momzy and I were in town, it started raining but there he was on his bike, doing deliveries and not even the wet weather could wash off his smile. I think his a real working class hero and I think we can all take a page from his book.

Sunday, May 3, 2009

can you do the can-can


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

…The main feature of an evening at the Moulin Rouge is the performance. It is famous internationally as the 'spiritual home' of the traditional French can-can, which is still performed there today. The can-can had existed for many years as a respectable, working-class party dance, but it was in the early days of the Moulin Rouge that courtesans first adapted the dance to entertain the male clientele. It was usually performed individually, with the courtesan moving in an increasingly energetic and provocative way in an attempt to seduce a potential client. It was very common for them to lift their skirts and reveal their legs, underwear and occasionally the genitals. As time progressed the can-cans seen at the Moulin Rouge became more and more vulgar and overtly erotic, causing much public outrage…

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!