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FUNFORLOUIS WINS LIFE!

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Door creeks early as she slowly pushes it open. Its pitch dark inside and all of a sudden there's a lump in her throat something about this place feels very fimiliar.  She takes one step inside and immediately thinks this was a bad idea.  But something urges her forward, maybe its the excitement of what might be lurking in the blackness and immediately she regrets ever seeing a single episode of Dexter or The walking dead.

She hears a muffled sob and freezes in her tracks. Is this just her imagination or did she hear the faintest little voice saying "let me out please" she calls out to the left of the room where the voice came from, still pitch black in front of her. Again the little sob and then the voice, "please help me, I'm here in the corner, I can't get out"

Only then she remembers she has her phone with her, she takes it out her bag and puts on the camera flash. The room lights up only the slightest but at lest now she can make out shapes. Then she hears a shuffle and shines the light in the direction in which it came from, she inches forward, little by little. Until she's only a few feet away from the corner.

 "Please help me, I can't get out" the frail little voice comes. She shines her flash directly into the corner, and there all bundled up and shivering she sees it. Her heart melts instantly and she doesn't even notice the tear running down her face. Her heart beats faster as she kneels down and picks up the frighten little form. "Hi" she say, "I thought I lost you." Through the sobs Just Passing Through says "I thought you forgot about me" "never" Jozeygirl says " I am so sorry. Can you forgive me for leaving you here a alone?" "That's okay" the little blog said sounding a little more cheery now. "I forgive you, just don't ever leave me again." She hugged her little blog tight against her chest and said "never in my life."

Alive and kicking

I haven't blogged here in a very long time... I didn't have much to say about anything.

A recap

Drink less- CHECK
Exercise more
Loss 40kg’s
Gain a husband
Get a car
Move out- CHECK
Quit my job
Start my own events company
Do a course in catering and introduction to professional cooking
Go on holiday to Cape Town
Eat at Maze
Meet Gordon Ramsey
Get a tan
Live happily ever after...
.. O ja, and see Twilight... everyone’s been going on about it.- CHECK

OK so its the end of march and I've achieved three of my goals for 2010. I passed my events management course and moved into my own place. I watched Twilight and New Moon and read all the books, now I'm waiting for Eclipse to come out, I got totally addicted... I've been informed that I'll be getting a promotion at work and that my boss is thinking of sending me on a real chefs course so that will be another goal achieved then.

watch this space, the big ones are still up for grabs

why do i always want to jump the gun?

I have this problem, i don't like waiting, for anything. I'm very impatient. i watched all 4 seasons of prison break before season on finished airing on SA TV. this past weekend i watched the first 10 episodes of Grey's anatomy season 6 in one sitting. Season 6 only started airing last night. so now, for the next 9 weeks I'll have nothing to do. i missed most of the previous 5 seasons but a friend has a box set so it seems as if I'll be keeping myself busy with that till season 6 episode 11.

what am i doing wrong?

I've been house hunting. in a couple of months time I'm turning 31. that means the wrong side of most years. my teens is filed under golden oldies my early twenties under classics and last year i bought my very first pier of reading glassed, you know, the kind the drugstore sells. I've got an ongoing battle with a gray hair and my anti wrinkle cream seems to make the crows feet around my eyes only worse. so I'm moving on in years, i get that. but. and there always is. at 20 i thought by 30 I'd be married with at leste two children and a successfully music store. at 25 i thought I'd at least be married by 30. at 29 i thought I'd at least be moved into my own place by 30. at 30 i bought a motorbike to compensate for the lack of my own place, husband, children and music store... so now a year lated I'm getting on with it... thus far all searches have been in vain. nothing in my price range. so momzy and the chef decided they'd turn the work room into a bedsitter for me... yeah my own place two and a half feet away from my parents... should i jump for joy or jump of a bridge, can't decide... how come other people less intelligent the i can manage to get there own place and even a spouse and i can't? i pride myself in the fact thet I've over come my disabilities... to an extent... and that I'm smarter then the majority of people i know, but i can't seem to cut this whole life thing...

THE GPs ARE LEAVING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Every year the city folk flock to our town like geese flying south for the winter… or in their case north for the summer. For the rest of our little town it’s the best time of the year, business booms hot young things running around… to me it’s a different story… big SUVs and sports cars driving like they want, parking how and where they want and generally taking up our space, the cues at the check out points, and our money at the ATMs everywhere. I can’t stand it. I work in the service industry and our locals know how to treat us they know how to speak and how to act and all-round just have better manners. The GPs are pushy, rude, and annoying.
But the day has come. At last. After a month and a half of pure torture. The day has come.

If a picture pants a thousand words I only need four.

THE GPs ARE LEAVING!!!

The nerve of some people!!!

Let me start out by saying HAPPY NEW YEAR!!!
So we had the whole new years bash last night and it was great fun. I learned two lessons. 1. never party with people half your age- it Will only make you feel double your age the next morning... 2. don't ever trust a man with only one leg!!!

about a month and a half ago my posy and i went clubbing. CLUBBING- GETTING PICKED UP AT EIGHT, DRIVE A KILOMETER AND A HALF TO THE MOTEL PUB, SIT AT THE BAR AL NIGHT SIPPING SO CO AND LIME ON THE ROX, DANCE OCCASIONALLY AND CHATTING UP THE DEACON OF THE DUTCH REFORMED CHURCH AND GETTING HOME EARLY ENOUGH TO WATCH THE LATE SHOW WITH... ON DSTV. Back to the story. so we went clubbing, this guy started chatting me up a bit, well at least i think that's what he was trying. bought me a couple of drinks and so on and so on... last night upon our arrival same guy was siting outside the pub on the bench we greeted each outer and after getting our drinks we joined him. a while later my lesbian friend and DJ at the pub joined us. this guy stated chatting her up. now, i would hope momzy raised me correctly but a girls gotta do what a girls gotta do... to get a drink in this dingy gin joint. i was hoping he would be our main supplier for the night. things went a little down hill from there. these three birds turned up with the guys 5 and 4 year old kids. and before i knew what was going on my friend and i ended up babysitting his snot nosed brats while he was buying drinks for all but me. now, I'm no fool and i know when to hold'em and i know when to fold and i know when to walk away and i know when to run and that's exactly what i did i ditched the guy and his brats and i headed for the bar about an hour later the arse comes looking for me wanting to know why i ditched him... what i wanted to do was slap him silly but he only had one leg so instead i smiled gave him a very weak excuse and continued chatting up the DEACON OF THE DUTCH REFORMED CHURCH...
now i can tell you about the rest of the night but I'm not and you know why? cause i can...

PUBLIC SERVICE ANOINSMENT

HAPPY NEW YEAR ALL IN BLOGLAND, PLEASE REMEMBER TO READ MY MORNING CONSTATUTIONAL AND MY OTHER BLOG HELLO GOD, ITS ME JOZEY I PROMISE TO BLOG MORE OFTEN IN 2010

please read my blog morning constatution

2009 in a NUTTER shell

It’s been exactly two months to the day since my last blog. I haven’t been feeling very inspired lately. Nothing worth blogging about happened. Even now as I sit and go through my brain’s backup files, nothing really jumps up…..

…searching…..
…searching…..
…no files found…
…type in a different word to search…

What can I say; I lead a very uneventful life. I can tell you I’ve at last finished my course in events management, the exam was hell and upon waiting for my results I’m still preying I pass.

I got connected for Xmas, Momzy and miss bossy boots decided it would be grand to give me two years free… is said TWO YEARS FREEEEE!!!! Internet. Yes, here in sunny SA we have to pay for our internet. Commie Bustards. So naturally I was pleased with the gift. By pleased I mean- jumping up and down with an idiot expression on my face screaming YES! YES! YES! Kinda like when SA scored the winning tri in the world cup two years ago. It took me approximately two hour to use up all my Megs, so now, until Friday, its back to the mobile internet.

Hopefully 2010 will be a bit more eventful. The soccer world cup is coming to SA, that’s about it. I don’t do new years resolutions but if I did I would probably go something like this
Drink less
Exercise more
Loss 40kg’s
Gain a husband
Get a car
Move out
Quit my job
Start my own events company
Do a course in catering and introduction to professional cooking
Go on holiday to Cape Town
Eat at Maze
Meet Gordon Ramsey
Get a tan
Live happily ever after...
.. O ja, and see Twilight... everyone’s been going on about it.

Happy new year to everyone In blog land…
I leave you with a few pics of 2009

invested in my very first bike

JD joined the family

Massey went missing

Matix had babies

lost a friend

made new ones

reconnected with old ones

life's to short

In the past two days I’ve come to the shocking conclusion that life is to short. We have to stop focusing on the negative and start searching for the positive. We have to stop carrying grudges and start forgiving. We have to stop hating and start loving.

Yesterday morning I got a call just after I arrived at work, it was this one lady I work with, her mother-in-law of 93 that stayed with her had collapsed and she needed someone to help her. I rushed over to lend a hand. What I saw I wasn’t expecting. Now I’m in general I’m a fairly compassionate person, children, the injured even animals… but old people… that’s a different story, I feel rotten about this but I can’t help it, I’ve tried to change but to no avail. I don’t have any compassion for old people, I don’t like being around them, maybe it has something to do with the fact that I never knew my grandparents, maybe I’m just a mean heartless person, I don’t know, but I don’t like old people very much, I never know what to say or do or how to react. Thing is, it breaks my heart to thing that once upon a time they use to be young and full of life and fun and independent. They were strong and self sufficient and now, helpless, old, ailing and that I can’t stand, its reality walking around. One day everyone will lose there fire and passion and seize to exist, just breathe and wait for death. I don’t like thinking about it and old people are a constant reminder of that.

So here I am helping this lady to dress her 93 year old mother in law. The only thing wrong with her is the fact that she has inflammation in het knees and cancer, she doesn’t have reading glasses of a hearing add or anything, that was the first thing.

Then I got back to work only to find out this on kid 17 years old was laying in a coma in hospital. He and a few friends were out having fun, they were all on the back of a “bakkie” – pickup- he leaned forward to tell the driver something just as they went over a bump. He lost his footing and fell from the bakkie; they drove over his head,

Today this other lady I work with got a call, she burst out in tears and was crying uncontrollably, a few months ago her sister came to South Africa to come visit and to get chemo treatment, she had cancer. The lady was planning on going to see her sister this weekend; she’s been putting this trip of for about a month, every time something else would come up. Her sister died this morning. She was about 45.

What I’m trying to say death doesn’t discriminate between race, sex or age, if its your time its your time, and we spend our lives bickering, fighting, complaining, criticizing, hating, being jealous and being dissatisfied, is it worth it, al these little things that annoy me seems so trivial all of a sudden…

Girls nite in

Decided to have a girl’s night in. On the menu, smarties, jelly tots and three chick flicks. The classic- Dirty Dancing, essential His Just Not That into You and of course, The Dukes of Hazzard.

Dirty Dancing is the Twilight or High school musical of the nineties. Almost Twenty years later and I still get that same feeling with opening credits I got the first 564 times I’ve seen it before.

We were in our early teens and like Baby said, it was the summer of love… well not yet, that would follow in a few years time… but sitting in my friends living room it felt like we were on that mountain. Patrick Swayze was so dreamy and Jennifer Gray so beautiful we all wanted to be her, from Big Girls don’t cry to I Had the time of my life every song every word, we knew it from front to back. And watching it tonight I felt 13 again.

There are only a few movies that make any grown women feel 13 again. For me it’s Dirty Dancing for Momzy I think its Bridget Jones’s diary. Well I don’t think it makes her feel 13 again, I think it makes her feel 30. I wonder what movie will make me feel 30 again when I’m 54… and I wonder what movie makes Momzy feel 13? Perhaps the ten commandments… hie hie… now, I haven’t seen High School Musical yet, thankfully, but I don’t think in 17 years time these 13 year olds are going to rent it and think back how hot Zach Efron was or how that last song made them feel… that’s it Grease, Grease is the Dirty dancing of the 70’s was Grease made in the 70’s? I don’t know, think so… but in the 70’s Momzy was early 20’s not teens….

So my question is, what movie, al time great, is you’re dirty dancing…

For those born after 1990, do yourself a favour, go rent it and get an education.
For those single 20 or 30 something fabulous girls out there, do yourself a favour, DON’T READ OR RENT HIS JUST NOT THAT INTO YOU… not if you’re still interested in getting married, great book and wonderfully movie, both made me cry but be warned, IT SCREWS WITH YA HEAD!!!… it’s not a users manual, its just for entertainment purpose only... but maybe sometimes we should take Alex’s advice, and maybe sometimes we should just ignore it and take a chance on love and if all else fails, Rent Dukes of Hazzard, Jonny Knoxville is so hot, in that case, rent Jackass… and have ya self a great girls night in…

dinner is served

On the menu tonight, mince and noodles, or if you want to sound fancy, italian style pasta with fresh bushfeld ground beef...

what do we need?

500g fresh ground beef

1cup italian style pasta shells

1/2 tsp ground garlic

1 medium onion

1 can tomato and onion mix

2 tbl tomato paste

50g butter

1/2 cup cake flour

1-2 cups milk

2 cups cheese

salt and pepper

italian herbs

1. boil pasta

2. sauty onion and garlic

3. add ground beef

4. add tomato paste and tomato & onion mix season with salt and herbs0

5. make a basic white sauce with the butter, flour andmilk

the way your mother taught you.

6. then layer the pasta, meat and white sauce in a oven safe dish

top with cheese and bake till cheeses has melted

7. serve

easy as pie, well actually not, pie is a little more complecated.

try it and tell me how it comes out.

why are there people like him in the world

A while back I wrote about a friend whose restaurant burned down, well, things are looking up. She bounced back and opened a take Away in town. This past week I’ve been helping her in the evenings because she dad to cater for some international hunters.

Every evening this homeless man comes around asking for something to eat. Now it’s in my nature to help so my first instinct would be to help him. But then my friend told me that two days prior to me working there he came by and she helped, on the third day she suggested he help her pack some coldrinks in return for food, he refused. She told me not to help him again.

This evening he came around again and started bugging the customers, when one man offered him work in return for some money he became rude, so we desided that was that.

Now Momzy didn’t raise me to be rude, but what’s a girl to do, he reeks of booze and he’s rude to my customers. I still feel sorry for him. Tonight I’ll eat my cheese burger garage pie, when I get home, I’ll probably make Momzy and myself a nice cup of hot chocolate and then I’ll crawl into a snugly warm bed. This man has to go sleep hungry and cold somewhere on a hard pavement or park bench, in the middle of the winter. Why are there people like him in the world.

I wish there was more I could do for him, but he doesn’t want help he wants a hand out. An old Chinese proverb says, give a man a fish and he eats for a day, teach a man to fish and he never goes hungry again. This man doesn’t want to learn to fish, he just wants a fish…

my inviroment

hi, remember me, sorry i haven't been around. or maybe you haven't noticed. well i didn't have much to say lately. i acrually still don't have anything to say but i'll leave you with a few pix of my lovely little home town. enjoy

my backdoor and my bike

my primery school

my friend's house

and what followes is another few houses in town i like.

Hans Strijdom

Our school emblem

There are two secondary schools in Naboomspruit, a hot little town two hours up the highway that links Johannesburg to Zimbabwe. Hans Strijdom Hoerskool (high school) in the centre of town sprawls across several acres of smooth green lawn shaded by large trees. Blocks of classrooms, laboratories and assembly halls open out on to verandahs. The grounds are dotted with tennis courts, playing fields, athletics tracks and a swimming pool. Its rugby team dominates the provincial schools league. Its academic record is impressive.

This is where I received my High School education from 1993 – 1997. These were the years that shaped me into the young lady I am today. I think back fondly on those days. The red brick buildings, the teachers and the friends…

But this post isn’t about my school days its more about its namesake.

Johannes “Hans” Gerhardus Strijdom (15 July 1893 - 24 August 1958) was Prime Minister of South Africa from 30 November 1954 to 24 August 1958. He was an uncompromising Afrikaner nationalist and was vigorous in extending the apartheid program of racial segregation initiated by his immediate predecessor, Daniel Malan.

Early life
He was born on the family farm Klipfontein near Willowmore, Eastern Cape and trained as a lawyer at Victoria College (which later became the University of Stellenbosch. After his studies, Strijdom settled in Nylstroom, Northern Transvaal. He identified strongly with this area and its people and became a local community leader among the Afrikaners. In 1929 he became the Member of Parliament for Waterberg for the National Party (NP) headed by General J. B. M. Hertzog. Strijdom was also leader of the NP in Transvaal, by far the most important province of South Africa, and as such had a strong power base.

After the National Party merged with the South African Party of General Jan Smuts and formed the United Party (UP) during the World Economic Crisis in 1932, Strijdom was part of the break-away faction of the NP (named the Gesuiwerde Nasionale Party and later, after the UP was formed, again the National Party) under the leadership of Dr. D. F. Malan. Malan, Strijdom and their followers distrusted Smuts and opposed his pro-British policy. Most of the NP's MPs stayed with Hertzog and Strijdom was the only MP for Transvaal to go with Malan.
Strijdom's highest ideal was the achievement of an Afrikaner dominated Republic free from ties with Great Britain and the British Commonwealth. In this, he was radical and made no compromises.

Apartheid era
After the surprising victory of the National Party in 1948, won on the program of implementing a strict program of apartheid or racial segregation and white minority rule, Malan became Prime Minister of South Africa and Strijdom became Minister of Agriculture and Irrigation. Although it was not one of the classic portfolios, it was apparently Strijdom's choice since he had a keen interest in agriculture and was a part-time farmer. Strijdom was not so pleased with the portfolio although he was fond of farming. Malan gave him the portfolio due to the fact that his young wife disliked Strijdom. That was also why Malan tried his best to get Havenga to succeed him as Prime Minister, rather than Strijdom.

Prime Minister
On 30 November 1954, he was elected leader of the National Party and became Prime Minister of South Africa after the resignation of Malan and against the latter's will, who preferred the more moderate NC Havenga, Minister of Finance, as his successor. However, Strijdom was popular among NP party members and people trusted him to push things smoothly forward towards a republic, something Malan was considered to be only luke-warm about. During Strijdom's term as Prime Minister, he moved full steam ahead to remove ties with the British Empire and deepened the Afrikaner ascendency in South Africa and strengthened the policy of apartheid.

With regard to racial policies, he believed strongly in the perpetuation of white minority rule and in his term "Coloured" voters were removed from the common voters roll and put on a separate Coloured voters roll, something that Malan started to do but could not push through. The extended 'treason trial' of 156 activists (including Nelson Mandela) involved in the Freedom Charter, happened during Strijdom's term in office. He also managed to further extend the NP's parliamentary seats during the general election in 1957. Strijdom's government also severed diplomatic relations with the Soviet Union.
During his last year in office, his weak health (thought to be cancer) lead to long terms of absence and he died on 24 August 1958 in Cape Town and is buried in Pretoria in the Heroes Acre.

Private life
JG Strijdom was known for being very dedicated, absolutely honest and incorruptible, but also stubborn and not open for change of course. He was nicknamed "The lion of the north", because he could be rather frightening as a political opponent, although he always remained a gentleman.
He was married to the actress Marga van Hulsteyn, but the marriage broke up after a short time. His second wife was Susan de Klerk, aunt of the last white President F W de Klerk. Two children were born to Strijdom by his second wife, Johannes and Estelle. Susan Strijdom died in 1999, but Estelle still lives today.

There are still various monuments dedicated to him in South Africa. One monument in central Pretoria, which featured his bust, collapsed in 2001 injuring 2 people. His house in Nylstroom (now Modimolle) is now a museum, which holds parts of the collapsed bust.

Nylstroom is about 40km from Naboomspruit so Hans Strijdom lent his name to our school. These days there’s a lot going on around this name. Ever since the end of apartheid in South Africa the Government has been trying to get rid of all things connected to it. All town, Road and now building names have been changed. Now they’re trying to change our school name to.

Now I’ve never been a big apartheid supporter but I am a sentimentalist, and my school name changing is a little sad though. What will be will be but I’m not going to be too happy about it anytime soon.

the bust of Hans Strijdom

that's outside the main school building

Great loves

Marc Anthony and Cleopatra, Romeo and Juliette, Lois Lane and Superman. I think we get but one great love in our life and if you miss it, you spend the rest of your life hoping and wishing and wondering. A selected few are lucky enough to find that love early on and be happy for ever, for the rest of us we either spend our lives searching for it or wishing we hadn't let go. Me, i think i've found my one great love, at the time i didn't know it was him but years later i came to the realization that he might have been the one, unfortunately, one day he was there, the next he wasn't. Now i find myself comparing every other guy i meet to him, i believe that's why i'm still single. Noone will ever be good enough. We're still great friends, best friends infact, Noone gets me like he does, noone makes me smile or laugh like he does and noone frustrates me more then he does. I'll go to the ends of the earth for him and i know he'll do the same but his married now to a wonderfull women that worships the ground he walks on so good friends is all we'll be and that is fine. I never wanted to settle for second best but these days it looks like i'll have to. At lest i've accepted it so now i can move on and look forward. I know there is someone out there for me, he might not be the greatest love of my life but he'll be great. I'll just have to put that little extra in. But happiness i'll find.

Solong good Friend it's hard to die

Four years ago I started working at this restaurant, part time while looking for another job. I ended up staying four months. It was the worst of times, it was the best of times. The owner and I became great friends and to date she’s still one of my favourite people.
When it came to building castles in the sky we were two peas in a pod. Sometimes it got us into a little trouble but mostly it provided for some of the wildest nights in the bush. My very last project before leaving was to get my favourite band to perform there. It was such a huge success that they requested to return the next year.
Situated on a game farm in the heart of the bushveld it had the most spectacular views. Words can’t describe the African night sky and breath taking sunsets from the deck. A thatch roof double story only visible about 200m from the entrance.
They had the best Sunday carvery in the world, and that is saying a lot coming from someone who grows up in a house with a chef for a father and working for the opposition. The last time I was there was a couple weeks ago. It made me decide to write a blog about it. One of my top 5 favourite places in the world.
The memories are prise less. I lived with the owner and her family on the naigbouring game farm and weekends the brat and some of our other friends would pitch up and crash on my bedroom floor. Wall to wall bodies. After I left I would go there all the time. On a Friday night I’d get a text message… SEDIBA?... and a half an hour later the brat’s best bud would be at my door. If it got to busy I’d jump in and lend a hand, we all would. And when times were tough and payday still a week and a half away we would work for booze. Getting more sloshed then the punters. We’d drink cheap red wine from a box and dance on the bar..(hope momzy’s not reading)… downing bottles of jagermister with the owner…. That reminds me, this one time while I was still working there it was so quiet, she decided that we would have a shot of jagermister for every hour that past with out any customers. That was 10 o’clock the morning, 12 hours and three bottles later, just as we were getting ready to call it a day, three hunters and the gay hairdresser from town rocked up. I think we only got to bed at 5 the next morning… jagermister was our signature drink, the most revolting stuff I’ve ever tasted, but the most delicious. In al the time I worked there I never got sick, we recon it’s the jaggies. Sometimes we would pull an all nighter, enter sun east at six and exit us west. Sometimes we would go right through 24 hours then crash two days solid. Mondays and Tuesdays we were closed and I would come in to town but sometimes I would stay and we’d spend the day on a friend’s game farm.

This morning at 9 I got this mms. Our watering hole burnt to the ground. I was, shock it’s like being woken by dripping water on your forhead after a peaceful dream. I still can’t believe it. The couldn’t save anything. I feel sick just thinking about it. I had my last drink In December but that doesn’t matter, an old friend and I was just talking about having to make some time to get up there again. Now… nothing. Life is so short and so unpredictable…SEDIBA, YOU’LL BE MISSED OLD FRIEND!!