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...

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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

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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…