Proudness!

Just stopped by to give you guys the good news.  And to congratulate...well?  Me.  

You should never by afraid to pat yourself on the back for accomplishing your goals.  Let me tell you something.  Life waits for nobody.  It's either you decide to do it or you decide not to.  And if you put your mind to something and actually see a finished result...or like in this case, a near finished result?  You better give yourself the recognition that you deserve.  It only motivates you to do more and more.

I remember that I'd gotten this idea for The Switch immediately after I'd completed my first book, Broken in 2012.  Man, I went to work on it right away and before I knew it?  Fifty pages were staring back at me.  Figuratively ofcourse, 'cause I'm yet see a page with like, eyeballs.  That would just scare the bejesus outa me!  Ooooooooooo-wooooooo!  That would be me looking at a page never ever ever ever again!  Imagine I'm typing and the page eye blinks?  I'm looking for the cursor and the eye is like, I got something in me...blow me blow me!  @#%^$!  Neoooooh!

Then?  I had gotten another twenty pages typed out, where after that....nothing.  After a really long break from writing, books...'cause I'd been blogging during that time.  I went back to Broken and started working on that again from the very beginning just to get myself back into the feel of it.  Annnnnnnnnnnnnd the-en. Stopped any further work on Broken last year August.

And why?

M-M-M!  Forwardjitus.

Because firstly, I was happy with my finished product!  But more importantly, come last year August, my inspiration was at an alllllllllllllllllll time high!  When I tell you that never in my life have I ever experienced something where it was like a bolt of lightning that just woke every part of me?!!!!!    Higher than a thousand Mount Everest's.  Yep, for real.  That high.  Life felt amazing and new and just beautiful, perfect infact and I just went for it!  Like I was being chased by pages with eyeballs...I ran!!!!!  But with my fingers.  E v e r y single chance I got to write, I wrote and the pages kept piling up and piling up.

Today, I just reached 301 pages on my second book, The Switch!  Like I'd mentioned on my FB status just now?  I'd planned for 300 to be my target for completion, but no, nottttttt yet. Not just yet!

  

Who WOODa Thought?!?

You know? If the Good Lord wanted me to be a long flat piece-a-wood? There would be a tree out there celebrating its birthday on October 11th every year.

Anyway? Innocently, right? I saw this picture of a mean looking abdomen. I wasn't looking. I mean, I wasss looking, that's how I saw it but I wasn't looking to see one to look at. So then I, innocently, decided to start this Ab challenge thing yesterday. Ohhh happy days!

Eh! I'm not happy.

I'm not giving up, NUH-UHH! Because no wood impersoning exercise shall deter The Rambler from building good looking abs! That's not to say that come time for 192 crunches or leg raises that I won't be laying on my couch licking Milo off a saucer instead.

A-hem!

But I'm just putting it out there that when I was let's say, 18 years old? And I looked farrrrr into Yonder! Yeah, 'cause that's where my bright future lived? My future was a Yondernite 'til we met in Durban and moved in together. But back then when I looked and saw, planking is a far cry from what I saw in its existence! Neither was having the abdomen I have now but that's not the point. The point is this.....isn't there a wish?

Like a wish we can wish before we go to bed and then we wake up with abs so rock hard that it'd break even Chuck Norris' knuckles if he even contemplated punching us in our stomachs?

O_o!

IIIIIII don't know why he'd want to do that? Come -onnnn. Weirder things havvve happened. See? That's why we're in the situation we're in. It starts out where we can't think of ONE good reason why an actor would wanna punch us in our stomach's? As if we're not thaaaaaat irritating at times. Then before you know it? We dunno who to vote for in the upcoming elections! That's what boxed thinking gets you!

I'll bet that anyone who immediately said, "Well? I coulda said yo mama something to him..." You know exactly who you're voting for this year, don't you? It's not the ANC, is it? It's not them, right?

>_<! I made you look good on my blog post, sheeeesh! Least you could do is not vote for the ANC! Don't you remember, Nine hundred annnnnd.....nine hundred and thirty.....nine billion three thousand and.....sixty thousand?! Hmmmmmpf! Might as well be talking Chinese. That woulda made more sense to us. Three thousand and sixty thousand?!? Really?! REALLY?!

I mean, that's not even a number in someone's imagination! How is a president gonna say it in front of humans? Humans holding camera's? You know what, I don't think he thinks outa the box. For real. I'm not convinced that he knows how to spell BOX but ima give him the benefit of the doubt.

As you can see, it can get THAT bad. If you know what's good for you? You better be thinking up your reason for why Chuck would wanna fly kick you in the mid section 'cause if you can't? Then when you're tryna help your Grade 1 son with his Arithmetics and he asks you what two plus seven equals? When you confidently blurt out.....nine hundred and thirty nine billion and whatever that other drivel meant? Don't say, The Rambler s'posed to have my back, she never told me, blah, blah, blah! I have these blogs on record and I'm not afraid to make something up if I lose my memory card.

Anyhoooooo, I'm going to bed after I do a bit'f writing and while I do that?!? Ima try to figure out how my rant on planking turned into miscalculations.

Night night....and just for old times sake...Ramble Responsibly! :-)

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Boys Will Be Boys!

Sooooooh peoples?!?? How was Valentines Day?

Mine? Was nothing to write home about. Nothing to write ANYWHERRRRE about! Not even to my next door neighbour about! This is how exciting it was......I wouldn't even write it on the back of an electricity bill, make a jet and fling it out the front door, about! Hmmmmmm-mmmmm!

I fell asleep by ten if not earlier with my foot being used as a pillow by my ever-faithful Valentine and that was the end of the story! Hmmmmmmpf! If that really wassss a story, I'd be selling copies in arrears, I telya!

On the upside though? Wait.

I'm goina look for it.

...............................................Still lookin'..........................

I've called off the search! The upside doesn't exist.

^_^! I did get to talk to my real Valentine for about five minutes, though! Blush! There! I said it and I'll say it again! Nnnnnnnnn, just this time? Could you maybe Just read it again, I'll make it up to you! In my next blog post, I promise to type something twice. I-I'm racing against time here.

The boys got a Science test this Thursday and I need to make sure both his eyes are reading the page. He's not cock-eyed no, but boys? I notice that their minds tend to wonder quite quickly after they turn thirteen! I was a teenage boy once, he forgets that. Did I just say tee....? >_<! I was once where he was, he forgets that! Same thing! Damn.....moving on.....

And do you know what I just love? God knew! As a single mum, I need all the help I can get, so God! God gave us the ability to catch onto these kindsa things. 'Cause when their minds wonder? So do their eyes!

Watch ya teenage boy tonight but don't be sitting in front of him like a loony tune staring at his eyeballs. All you'll see then is a look that says, "Sigh...She's finally cracked." We don't want THEM to catch on to THAT! We're the only ones doing the catching here!

But sit on the far end of the couch and check him out. Not like in a bar check him out, goshhhhhhh this is exhausting and that last image? Made my brain spew!

Either way, we can't worry about sick brains right now, not when we're speed typing and staring at teenage boys' eyes to see what their minds are doing! This sounds worse and worse, good lawwwwwd! We've been friends long enough now for you to know what I mean when I'm confusing myself.

Now? Pay attention 'cause this is the important part. When you see one eye is tryna check if the lights flashing on the charging cellphone and one is reading about photosynthesis! JUMP! And I mean SPRING as close to him as you can. From the couch, so you might wanna be in a crouching position to begin with. If your legs are all springy, then it's cool. Relax. And then yell as loud as you can!

GOTCTTTTTTTHA, YOU ROAMING EYED LITTLE CONCENTRATION-LESS MIND WANDERER! YOU'RE GROUNDED!

If he doesn't start crying out of shock and a quick mental tab of all the mischief he mighta got up to that you somehow found about?!? You did a GREAT job! He'll be calm in a crisis! And that's how ya do it! Two birds with one stone! Or rather two eyes with one glare.

OR SOMETHING.....

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Soulmate Love

This? Does happen. And it has to be one of the best and worst emotions that one will ever experience.

So?

"What if you meet your soulmate...at the wrong time?"

It's confusing because of it's contrast of right and wrong.

It completes your soul but it shatters your heart because you realize that you have the key to the font door of your dream home but it can't turn to open it.

It fills you with a sense of being found but at the same time causes you to feel more lost than you've ever felt.

It, at times, provokes a specific aggravation towards the world and its works because it's like being tricked or teased when you're not part of any game.

It hurts. And it hurts because you will never get to truly enjoy the preciousness of your find. Think of a treasure hunt. You out of however many others reach the X-spot, you open this chest to riches beyond your wildest dreams but when you try to take a coin out of it? You're fingers have no grip. All you will ever know for certain is that it's not a myth, it's real and it's out there, somewhere, but you, you're somewhere...else.

In a sense, in a huge sense, it's cruel. Finding your soulmate, your undisputed other half, is such a rarity, how can it be anything but...cruel?

Despite it all. It's beautiful because I believe that our souls each have a destination...in someone else's and like any, when you reach it...yout paradise, your journey is complete and you can relax and just enjoy, and the looking for directions, the wrong turns, bad weather? They're all behind you.

Knowing that you will be loved, in absence, by a time defying love? Being part of that miracle? There is a measure of comfort in that. Comfort and for however long you stood beside or in front of, your soulmate? For those moments, completeness. Complete in every sense of the word.

Yes. Soulmate love defies time, it does, I swear! It defies reason, circumstance or any kind of sense because to love a complete stranger, immediately? That can't be explained, ever, but THAT stranger is who your heart knows, who your soul connects to, easier, better, tighter than any other person you have ever known. It's a doubtless love that you will never properly be able to explain because when you try? It always feels as if you've missed saying....something. As if you're leaving the most important parts out. That's because however hard you try to label it, as this one thing, you can't and you can't because it's everything. Everything!

It's everything.

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WHAT NEXT?

I feel cheated!
I feel REALLLLLLY REALLY hard done by!
I feel like I'm chewing the short end of a stick and wood was never a part of my diet to begin with!
Me?????? Yes!
Youuuur one and only beloved Rambler! Look? Play along, it's February. And tomorrow Valentines Day. We're all meant to be beloved. I cried for that entirrrrrre DAY! In front of people! Behind them too, I was a passenger. People, who I'm sure secretly laughed at me when I was wiping my eyes or something and not totally concentrating. Ay. Not to toot my own horn but multi-tasking? I can do! It's just very hard to concentrate on whose laughing at you or crying with you while you're pouring out buckets of sorrow over the death of someone you'd never met but loved since you can't even remember!
Lemme tell you something! Right now? My Godson, Matt? He's six and for a nice long while has and still is TORTURING the household with Beat It! He-he-he! Thas my boy, I couldn't be more proud. My sis in law's like, "I'm ready to break those dvd's!" Hahahahhahahahaha! Eh, the boy has his MJ outfit and he's not afraid to wear it...again after he has a bath!
But d'you know what's amazing to me! The part that however one might feel about my MJ? Nobody can hide from the fact that my little Matty-boy didn't know MJ a day in his life. Yet look! Let's face it. You gotta have a certain something special to STILL be recruiting fans from the grave. That's just crazy!
And then? It doesn't end there. Ohhhhh no! No, no! (Uhhhhhh, if you find yourself a tiny bit confused at this point, I'm continuing my rant.) Uhmmmmm-M! There we go!
So the crying was one day. I then took ANOTHER days annual leave for his funeral! I was in annual leave arrears. Oh yeah. I didn't care. And between those days, I recorded myself singing "She's outa my life."
-_-
Stop it!
I know where this is heading and it's not the direction I was tryna go. I don't make MJ jokes! And I can see how me choosing that particular song, 'cause it say's she and he was a he and people are always like, he's making himself a lady! You know how cruel people can be. Hair's long and all of a sudden you've outgrown you're testosterone-free. No, not like the cordial. That's tartrazine -free.
So while I can see how that might cause a few...okay a lota under the breath snickering where it then turns into a passionate temptation to spew one of those horrendous jokes. I'm asking you sweetly. If you give in to temptation? Don't share it with me. Homie don' play dat!
Where IS that video, by the way? Don-don't be afraid. I'm not gonna post it. Just wondering.
But my question is this?
Where's myyyyy one pound? We had a vigil for him on my mums circle! Zhar made posters and EVERYTHING! Then yesterday I'm innocently having a smoke break and Wendy says, "I meant to show you this!"

GAAAAAAAASP!!!
MY EMOTIONS WENT LIKE THIS..........
(SHOCK) O_O! (I'm including both so that you can see what my face was doing too. It's only fair. And?! And I'm catering for those who can only read in emoticon language!)
@#?!*@ GRRRRRRR!
WHY DIDN'T I THINK OF THAT?!?
(CONFUSION) O_o!
SO A JUDGE ACTUALLY RULED IN THEIR FAVOUR?!? WHAT IS THIS WORLD COMING TO! MY MUM WOULDA MADE A KILLING IF SHE KNEW THIS WHEN ELVIS PASSED AWAY!
(AGGRAVATION) >_<!
THIS IS EXTORTION IN THE NAME OF THE GREATEST ARTIST WHO EVER LIVED! I GOTTA TAKE A PIC AND SHOW ALI! SHE'LL UNDERSTAND WHY I'M ON AN EMOTIONAL ROLLERCOASTER RIGHT NOW.
And then?
(THOUGHTFUL) -_-!
Okay? Whose willing to represent Ali and I? Pro. Freakin' Bono dude! AWWWW....Come onnnnnnnnn, we're only claiming one pound! In Rands.
Smh! Greed.
AkayyyyAkayyyyy! We'll go half-half! Get us two pounds each and we're all winners!

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A Mixture of Days!

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Island sun!

It burnt us finished!!!!!


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Portuguese Island!!!

This was a Fear Factor in the making! Wendy was terrified to be on the water! A Coloured who can't swim but has the hugest mouth of us all! Shameful! LOL! But we convinced her! She held onto our arms so tight, I thought ima get a cramp! But guess what? She DID it!
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Next are the Island Pics!

Dinner all upper crusty-ish!


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Shew!!!!

Funnnnnnnnn on this night!


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Not even close to the end!

It's gonna be a party yo!!!!!

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