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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.