November 30, 2005
I have finally gone and done it. I am so proud of myself. Today is the beginning of new things. Watch this space and I will keep you posted.
Ok, are you watching? Here is your first update.
I joined a gym and had my first workout yesterday. So what is so fantastic about that? you ask. Hello! We are talking about me here. Mother of two teenagers and two babies who works half day as an accountant/consultant and always busy doing something with someone or taking kids somewhere. I couldn’t believe my luck when I was given a flyer last week about a gym opening at the shopping centre just down the road. I go to said shopping centre practically every day for little essentials like bread and milk. If you read my previous posts, you would have noticed that I am not a shopaholic like most women.
What was even more astounding was that a workout takes 30 minutes. Truly, right up my alley. I was in and out of there in 40 minutes yesterday. Believe me, I can feel that my muscles had a workout. So let’s hope that this works out for me. I will have the dreaded weigh-in again on 28 December and hopefully would have reached the goals we set for this first month.
November 23, 2005
Christmas used to be such a wonderful time. I remember as a child, that that was the time the whole family got together. My uncle and them used to leave Pretoria the day after school closed for the December holidays and they would stay with us until New Year. This meant lots of shopping trips and spending days at the beach. I remember having real Christmas trees in the lounge and there were so many presents under it, that it took hours for Santa to hand out all the goodies. Yes, we had a Santa every year and we all got a turn to be Santa’s helper. I remember the smell of the pine needles and still finding needles stuck in the lounge carpet weeks after Christmas. I remember my uncle feverishly working in the kitchen. He was a fantastic chef and was always in charge of the meat preparations. My mom, aunt and Granny made all the salads and veggies and desserts. We used to wait until 24h00 on Christmas Eve and then Santa would arrive and we could open presents. Those were still the days that receiving a wristwatch was an ultimate gift. Granny always used to give us underwear. We were by no means wealthy, but I remember that everybody who attended the Christmas tree used to buy gifts for everybody else. We used to get pocketmoney and had to use that to buy our gifts. One year, my brother got clever and bought slabs of chocolate for everyone and put the rest of the money in his pocket. He showed signs back then of a budding entrepreneur. We used to sing carols and knew what the meaning of Christmas was.
Oh boy, how things have changed. I am sitting with lists as long as my arm as to what gifts the children all want. Never mind the fact that we have 4 birthdays in our immediate family between now and Christmas. It ranges from playstation games to clothes(all branded of course) to cellphones(they all have perfectly good phones) and it just gets worse after that. What to do, what to do? I don’t suppose the children will be happy with new underwear and socks. Mind you, I pulled that trick on the 2 bigger boys last year. I gave them a parcel with 2 boxers in each and you should have seen their faces. I left them like that for a while and later on gave them the actual gifts. The relief was so apparent.
How do we uncommercialize Christmas again? How do we get it back to the beautiful time of sharing and giving? How do we get families around a table again feasting on goodies and popping Christmas Crackers and just remembering the true origins of the day? I won’t even go the church question route, because that is a whole other subject on its own.
I want to smell the pine needles again. I want to watch my uncle busy in the kitchen. I want to see the delight on my Granny’s face for receiving a little glass frog I gave her for Christmas. Do you know that when my Gran passed away 4 years ago, that little glass frog was returned to me? It is sitting on my desk staring at me. She had written all our names at the bottom of gifts we gave her over the years and upon her death, her instructions were for all to be returned to the person who originally gave it to her. She had kept every little thing we ever gave her. That is the Christmas I want to have again…
instead of feeling like Scrooge….
November 15, 2005
I know this happened to a couple of bloggers recently. I received a phone call this morning that has done some strange things to my head. A couple of months ago, I registered on SA Reunited and blogged about someone contacting me that used to go to school with me. We have been emailing each other every now and then and sharing jokes and annecdotes etc. This morning was different though. I received a phone call from him. I knew it was him, but was too stunned to acknowledge that. He knew he took the wind out of my sails. I was stunned. Didn’t know what to say. Damn, I hate when that happens. I am normally quick to make a witty remark or come up with a joke, but oh my gosh, I didn’t have a clue.
Can you believe that 20 years on, I remember how it felt the first time we kissed? Tall, dark and handsome he was. Well, apparantly still is. I just saw a picture of him and I must be honest, not bad. It is amazing what a wonderful thing the mind is. My mind stored memories and he just unlocked some of them this morning.
Let’s just say that my point is that I wish I could kick myself. I want to kick myself for being so stupid back then. I wish I could warn all 16, 17 & 18 year olds out there to be careful with the choices they make. An older guy, driving his own car and holding down a job is not always the better choice. It might look like that at the time, but it mostly turns out to be the wrong one. Yes, I ended it. I dumped him because along came a guy who impressed me with a car and a motorbike and lots of gifts and money. See, he was 4 years older than me, already working and seemed very cool at the time. Most of all, my folks didn’t like him(the new guy) and back then, it played a big factor in the choices I made.
So today, I drink a toast to S. Thank you for bringing back the beautiful memories.
November 11, 2005
Thought for the day
Never hold your farts in….
Otherwise, they travel up your spine into your brain, and that’s where you get kak* ideas from!
*word verification: kak – Afrikaans for Crap, Shit, bad, stupid, etc.
November 7, 2005
Laugh of the day:
An old man woke up in the middle of the night and found, to his utter astonishment, that his pecker was as hard as a rock for the first time in two years.He shook his wife by the shoulder until she woke up and showed her his enormous boner.”You see that thing, woman?” he happily exclaimed. “What do you think we ought to do with it?”With one eye open, his wife replied, “Well, now that you’ve got all the wrinkles out, this might be a good time to wash it.”
Now you all be good and have a wonderful week.
I updated my other page if anyone wants to have a look at what my angels are getting up to.