Wednesday 30 December 2015

I'm Tryna Find.....

I'm still planning on doing that back to school shopping. Uuuuurgh!!!! Been putting it off alllllll week. On the real though? I have no clue why a person, me-----can't just throw the back to school list up in the air and all of the items just drop onto your head? That would be less painful than having to go to stores and pick everything out, IIIII think. But that's just me.

Wait? Did I just choose a concussion over stationery and uniform shopping?

Looks like!
Oh well? (Shrug) Sometimes our choices are questionable but it happens to the best of us. Ask me, I've made some befuddling ones throughout my adult years. Forgive yourself and let it go.

I'm not gonna say that I can't believe that we're two nights away from 2016. What I will say is that reality is best believed.

What I'm hoping for in the coming year, aside from being dented in the skull by pencils and hard cover books, is that I can locate my inspiration for writing again.

"Where for art thou inspiration?!?" That was 2015's theme.

So if that too could hit me like a ton of books, I'd be more than satisfied.

Thank you, in advance----------inspiration fairies.

On a more serious note, I really wanna start reading more. Blogging more. Creating more. Being productive with my time. You know?
:-)
I knew you would.

M-M-M! Look at him. Cruz is painfully uninterested, right now. He's just laying there. Like my inspiration. Laying there. Asleep. I'm also just laying here. Awoke. Eyeing him with the corner of my eye----------------------I just attached a picture of him as proof that he has little to no sympathy for my writers block dilemma. When he's older, Ima whip out this picture while we're having that 'support' talk.

(Rambler shakes sense back into her head as she realizes that he's not her youngest born, but rather, the family pet...)

Alrighty then, moving on.....




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Friday 25 December 2015

Despite The Distance

It's been a memorable couple of days.

Merry Christmas everyone!

It's no longer Christmas in SA, but I know it still is sommmmmewhere out there! Here's wishing that yours was as enjoyable as mine.


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Thursday 24 December 2015

It's Christmas in SA

............And ofcourse, ya Rambler had to come over to wish you all a very Merry, Together-filled Christmas! God bless you and yours!




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Tuesday 22 December 2015

Touchscreen Smouchscreen!!!

SHEWWWW! Thankfully, I still have my Blackberry.

>_<!

Look-----------------you looking?

K!

I've never claimed to have petite fingertips but I KNOW for a FACT that I don't have tree trunks either. Lemme tell you something. When, as a woman, you gotta start mentally doubting the width of your fingertips? Hmmmmmmpf! Know that SHIT?! Just got real!

See, I figured that since 2016 is fast approaching, that I'll just become a sheep. I've now succumbed to the whole Android craze, right. However? That full touch screen story is whipping my South African Coloured ASS! Tryna type a simple sentence like, "I wish that were the case........"

I look again and the screen's talking 'bout, "I eish thay wete the....."

What! The! ?!@#!??




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Friday 18 December 2015

Thumbs Down to Shopping

I dunno WHOOOOOO said shopping was therapeutic. All I know is? I just got to the mall with my cousin and our kids and I won't lie. I've been in one measly store and I'm done. Done. Ready to go home. Ready to put my feet up. Ready to sleep 'til Christmas is over.

I think it's the whole buzz. The busy-ness of it all. I think that's what wears a person out. Starting to feel like I'm a defective woman. Lol! I'm not s'posed to dislike shopping as much as I do in this very moment. It's the bobbing and weaving and bumping people avoidance and clutching your bag and paying attention to your surroundings that's turned what's meant to be something women are supposed to love more life into a stressful experience that some of us defective women would rather do without.

I'd imagine that shopping could be therapeutic if there were less people? Maybe online? Have you ever shopped online for clothing? Me? Never! But something tells me that I'm gonna try that soon because this?!? I can't deal with the hussle and bussle of the holiday season anymore. And I'm not even thaaaaaaaat old. Halfway old. I refuse to label myself as middle-aged 'cause that's always an assumption. What if I live 'til 129? To be safe? When I turn 64 and a half, thennnnnn I'll be middle-aged. In the middle of my last age.

Sitting here on this bench putting all of the energy I have into not falling alseep. Yawwwwwwwwn! Food is needed.



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Thursday 17 December 2015

She's At It Again!!

It's now just 6.30am South African time and ya Rambler is sitting here typing this----------in gym clothes!

Yep! Gills has me up at the crack on my days off only to crack the whip on me at the gym!

Ehhhhhhhh, well? My thighs will be all the better for it, huh?!?

^_^!
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Well? At Least I Have Skype!

This festive season feels horribly empty. I feel real lost with most of my immediate family members not in the country. Especially, my daughter. We haven't been apart over the holidays, since she was born and yo?!? I gotta tell you this!

I almost flew out there to surprise her in a few days. That was until the travel agents told me, without hesitation or nervous laughter, quite confidently actually. It would cost R10,000 more to fly nowwwww as opposed to oh, I dunno? Last month!?! My thoughts when I heard that?

?@#@!?#@@@@@###?!?***#!@"!?#@!!!!!!!! Thoughts because can I seriously fight with the agents on the phone when they're actually just the messenger? No. So, I thought-----the cursing.

I mean? Not one, two or three thousand! Ten whole thousand! Which is as ridiculous as me opening my mouth and closing it around an olive and consciously chewing those bastards! Never gonna happen. Look? I understand peak season but that's peaking a lil toooooo much for me! That's highhhhhhhh! Like the cow jumped over the moon high! Like pigs flying , high!!!! That's reaching heaven high! And they have no right to reach heaven! They have to earn reaching heaven and with prices like that?!? When mother's wanna surprise their unsuspecting daughters over the season to be jolly?! Then I'd say that's a thick black permanent marker strike against their name!

I'm still planning my holiday out there, though! I'm addicted to those Thai pants for seconds. For firsts?! I miss my babygirl. Yeah yeah I just saw her two months ago but it's times like these that weigh on my heart a little heavier than normal. So I'm still planning! It just won't be around the time that they have us believing that Jesus was born. Nope, it won't! I'd have been packing right now had they inflated the air fare prices by just one or even two thousand Rands. But ten?!? Uhhhhhhhh-uhhhhhhhh!!!!!! Not tryna be a fool with my cash NOMO! Our economy is damn near gone to hell, if not there already because of the shitty WHIMS of our dear president. I gotta be smart about my money and smart I shall be. Besides. All is not lost.

I have Skype.

Ahhhhhhhhh, Skype. Me loves me some Skype. Thanks to technology, we no longer have to simply imagine the expression on the faces of our furthest and dearest or the tones of their voices. I hope I'm alive to experience the day we get to climb into the screen and touch them. Or kiss them. And hug them. Or smell them. 'Cause these mofo's are playing games with the airfare prices. Then we'll see who's able to ruin our potential surprises thennn. We can just be like---------double tap to teleport--------MWAHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!

Hehehehe!

I can dream, can't I?


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Monday 14 December 2015

HIT THE STAGE, SLAYED THE DANCE...NOW I CAN SWALLOW!

It's Tuesday, which means Saturday is oVVVer!  And being on stage is oVVVer!!!  (Does the dance of joy)  It turned out great, by the way!  Crowd appreciated the efforts of the adult hip-hop class and once it was oVVVer?!  My heart slowlllllllly eased back down into my chest.  Throat was getting pretty crowded.  I'm never doing it again though.  It causes me hectic stress.  Hectic. Stress!  I'm not.  Okay, maybe I will but for the record?!  I won't like it!  Lol!  I'll only like that it's oVVVer!  Honestly?  I absofreakinlutely adore dance and I still can't even believe that I did any kinda anything on stage to begin with.  Eustece, my dance partner?  He couldn't understand that I've done it so many times but then I'm still looking for interesting ways to twist my ankle just before show day.  I told him, "I don't like that all eyes on me thing, I won't even do a routine that I'd learnt for my family."

But?!  Just shows that when you push yourself to do something, you actually can come out on the other side------almost choking on the most important muscle in your body and sweating golf balls!  But alive and actually proud of yourself for facing one of your worst fears………..only for it to remain-----------one of your worst fears!

Wait?!?!?  Did you guys see??  OMG!!!! O_#!  Yeah, my eye throbs just thinking about it!  About the exchange rate.  Our president fired the finance minister, one of the very few honest people in parliament and the Rand dropped like the punk that it is!  Apparently, DOING your job in that place?  That's simply unacceptable.  “You’re fired!!!!!!!!!”  “But sir?  I’ve been trying to curb unnecessary spending and trying to find ways of getting our country out of debt?  That’s what you employed me to do, isn’t it?”  “Yes!  But I didn’t mean that you must actually do what the hell I employed you for!  You’re just supposed to show up and fall asleep in parliament!”  “Huh!?”

Suddenly, after all of the anger over the weakening of the Rand?  President states the move was to promote him.  So now?  We have to spend almost R16, more with commission and fees, to get $1!  Meanwhile the Van Rooyen person that he replaced Nene with?  He replaced him too, after two days.  Like this………..only to reinstate one of the former finance ministers!

Joke!


I'd break out in a violent vomit fit if I have to mention the exchange to the Pound or the Euro.  (Head rests upon fingertips)  Let's just say, we gotta spend over eight thousand rand to get something like five hundred Euro's!

On the bright side?  I hear you whispering over there about, “Whatbrightsideyoutalkinboutwillis?!?!”  There’s always a bright side.  Look for it.  It’s there! 

My bright side?  Thank goodness this happened now and not some years back.  Long distance relationships, lemme be real------------aside from being emotionally draining because of the actual distance?  They can become financially exhausting preTTy quickly if you're the only one doing the overseas trip every year.  That part, I didn’t mind.  I love visiting the US and there’s just something about leaving the day to day routine behind, even for just a little while.  But when I went over to the US those three times during my long distance relationship?  I had to pay for two of the plane tickets and three trips worth of spending money.  >_<!  I think it’s safe to say that I’m now about R75,000.00 poorer for it.  

Would I do it again?  Nope.  That particular way, those particular circumstances?  I definitely wouldn't.  Because the harsh reality of it is that all that came out of those years is that I'm a little wiser but still R75,000.00 poorer.  Looking back, I'd rather be staring at the R75,000.00 in my bank account right now.  However, I WOULD do the long distance commuting thing again though, if the financial burden of the visits were not resting so heavily on my shoulders. 
    
So yeah, believe me when I tell you, after a few annual commutes, your bank account starts looking at you like, "I lost a helluva lota weight thanks to your stupid personal life!  Now what?”




Tuesday 8 December 2015

DANCE......

WAS EPIC TONIGHT! I'm still beyond nervous for Saturdays show but boy do I love being in that studio with my dance fam! It brings happiness to my mind, body and soul!

Can't wait to get back there tomorrow!

Night? Hurry!

^_^!!!



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You Say Tomatoes, I Say No More Chutney

Was sitting on my bed last night.  Just listening.  Listening to the raindrops thrashing against the windows between the growling anger of the dark open sky while the occasional flash of lightning peeked invasively through the slits of my bedroom blinds. 

Can you see me?  Like can you imagine me? 
Or anyone.  A woman.  A blow-up doll, Cruz?  Anybody.....listening to the raindrops thrashing against the window between the growling anger of the dark open sky while the occasional flash of lightning peeks invasively through the slits of their bedroom blinds?  'Cause if you can't then Ima have to polish up on my scene setting attempts. 

Reminded me of just how much we take things for granted.  Until we don't have them anymore.  I'll be the first to admit.  I take olives for granted on purpose.  Just like I do these love handles of mine.  It's a conscious decision that I make on a daily basis and the mere fact that I have to make it on a daily basis should tell you that, some things like others, have a possessive streak in them that no amount of "for granted taking" will get them to leave you alone!

I'm pretty sure that I'm amongst the general public who've quickly ceased to complain whenever we step outside and have to then run like the devils chasing us to our cars in the hope that maybe twelve drops would get us as opposed to oh?  IIIII dunno------maybe none, if we used the umbrella that just lays motionless in the boot of our cars because lemme tell you.....tomatoes!?!  Are almost R20 per kg these days!  Chutney has now become a luxury.  The universe has gone to ruins peeeeeoplllle!  My son is so addicted to egg chutney, he even suggested adding it to the Christmas Day menu!  Well?  Now like Coloureds' prawns and crab once a year at Christmas time feast, he might very well get his wish!

I’ve never been one to enjoy the rain.  Gimme sunshine any day.  But reality has a way of forcing you to rethink your views.  And the reality right now is that farm animals are dying and so are the crops.  So ofcourse, it will affect the prices, like it or not.    

My mum has always said, "Always make sure you have onions, potatoes and tomatoes in your kitchen.  When times are tough, at least you're able to make CHUTNEY!  Or fried chips!  Or potato curry!" 

Hmmmmmmmpf! 

Meanwhile?!?  Back at the fruit and veggie store?  They're tryna make it a compulsory fresh produce purchasing ritual to have you standing there staring dreadfully at the chalked price board above the tomatoes thinking twice about heeding the words of our mothers.  And that's not cute.  'Cause then what?  The Ten Commandments mean nothing anymore?!  It didn't say "Honour your mother and father------------sometimes!"  It didn't say, ".......when the tomato prices allow!?!"  Did it?!? 

So there we stand, torn between breaking the budget to buy freakin’ tomatoes and regarding our mother's well intended advice while the powers that be watch us vegetable-needing fools through the camera's from their secret location up in the roof giggling about, "Come check it out, she’s thinking-----Chutney or no chutney....Bwaaa-ha-ha-ha-ha?"  I dunno what's worse!  Having to actually contemplate buying three instead of fifteen!!  Or?!?  Or!  Knowing that we cannnnn grow them ourselves but we're a little too lazy for that!

Even for that though, we'd still need the rain!  So?!?  I guess we've got some serious thinking to do.  About being thankful for what we have, when it actually matters and not simply when we’re well over the doorstep of a drought!  

Y’all have a good ol’ Tuesday, everybody!  Me?  I'm about to Google some recipe's that don't include tomatoes.

Tuesday 1 December 2015

Clingy Coloureds

I've uncovered the mystery!

Dun, dun, dun, dunnnnnnnnn!!!!
Dun, dun, dun, dunnnnnn!!!!

I shall now resist the unmistakable urge to break out in a dance routine. I'm comfortable on this sofa. Although what I should be doing is rehearsing for the upcoming show in two weeks. But?!? I'm comfortable on this sofa. And extremely nervous about the show.

Meanwhile?!? My nephew gets married on the same day as the show right, so me?! Ya Rambler! And her cousin, Cindy, have to attend the ceremony, rush to the show venue, dance our lonnnng piece, five minutes is long when you're chronically shy and on a stage, and then head out to the wedding reception! Did I tell you that I'm nervous about the show? Yes! In case you missed it though, I'm nervous about the show! Actually, no I'm not! What I am is sweating freakin' bullets!

I know I'm being pretty mysterious about the mystery but bear with me. Y'all KNOW I'm easily sidetracked! Now?

Focus Rambler!

K, I'm focused! Lemme explain something to you. Coloured people? By Coloured people, I mean South African Coloured people. The pensioners?!! By pensioners, I mean our parents' generation? They're sneaky ol' peeps! And how do I know that? Well? 'Cause I'm slowly realizing that I'm becoming ona-a-them!

See? With my boy working with his dad for the holidays? It's just me and the dog.

One of my worst fears in life????????????????????????

Is growing old, alone, with a dog. Ehhhhhhh nope! It'd never be a cat. Uh-uhhhhh! I'm not a cat person. I wasn't a pet person either until Cruz! It's his eyes man! When I can see them, that is! They trick me into melting and he loves me so much and misses me and no matter how long I leave him home alone, he's still excited as hell to see me come home! How can I not love this little fellow? And then in the mornings when I'm relaxing before I leave and sitting on my phone? He will spring up next to me and literally pull my hand off of my phone with his paws and then rest them on my thigh.....like that! In the pic!

So now it's just him and I and I'm growing by the minute! We both are. But it's not affecting him! Nooooooooooh! It's not hissssss worst fear of his existence! It's mine. Lemme tell you about the sneakiness--------------Coloured parents? They're all about, "Stay home 'til you get married 'cause what you wanna waste money for? You could be saving! Getting your own place means buying fuuuuuurniture and fooooood and a washing machine! Electricity bills and what about the garden? You gonna clean it? Stay with us 'cause think about it?!? You come home from work and dinner's cooked, you're clothes are washed! Stay home."

And we! The Coloured offspring are blushing with the tip of our pointer fingers between our teeth like five year idiots swinging from side to side, thinking about how much we're treasured and then give into their sensible plea like, "That makes alota sense Ma, I think ima do that!" Especially as a female! Mo money mo clothing-------roooight?!

Righhhhhhht!

Meanwhile? I now know that's its less about saving money than it is about saving heartache! Their heartache! 'Cause right now, I feel heartsore! Lonely and heartsore and you know you've hit rock bottom when you begin talking to your dog! Who can't talk back except for bark bark. Who the fuck knows what he's saying?! Bark bark! Sometimes I bark back. (Shrug). Then he's probably the one asking himself, "What the fuck is she saying?" Maybe I'd feel better if I did know. We could become talking besties and he could give me tips on how to perfect my dance moves and wear matching chains or bandanas or something!


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Monday 30 November 2015

Can't Stop the Inevitable

Shewwwwww! They grow up, these kids!

Today is my boys first day of his part-time job with his father and I have to admit, watching him become responsible and actually excited as hell to start work today? I told him last night, when you're at work tomorrow, remember that ya mummy is very proud of you. Not every kid out there, like ya sister USSSSSED to be, not every kid out there wants to work, they just want to get! His sister? Was spoilt! He is spoilt too, I won't deny it. The boy is a clothesaholic! Just like I am.

But right now, this minute, this moment? I'm JUST AS proud of her as I am of him, dare I say more because during our separation and divorce, she was in high school and shit got realllllll.

I give a FUCK who says what?!!!!!! Being a teenager is hard enough. Being a teenager in the midst of your parents divorcing where ofcourse you're there for the arguing and you're there for the laughs and good times too but you're not expecting that blatant change to follow? I have to feel compassion towards that because whatever the situation was, I feel that I, like her father? Caused it. And I feel that because it's TRUE. I feel as though it was our failure and they just HAD to deal with our failure to protect the marriage, protect the family unit, protect them from that kinda pain. For every action, there's a reaction. Plain and simple. Nevermind that for child to wake up one day and realize that life as they know it, will never be the same and there's not a thing that they can do about it? Us as adults, well I know me as an adult? I won't be waking up and singing with the birdies as if life is all that wonderful.

I look back on that time and wonder sometimes how we all got through it and then to be at the place in our lives, in each others lives, that we are today. It wasn't so much that it was this horrible, ugly, divorce, it was more like there were just too many things coming at us at once. Too many voices, too many intrusions, too much confusion, too many moments when I was too crippled by depression, too many changes, too many-----too much!

But despite the bullshit that we all had experienced together? Once everything settled down? I look now at the present versus the past and I can't help but marvel at the fact that not only has she grown up to be a responsible adult, not only has she turned her life around for the better? But she continues to do it in another country, without hundreds of family members around her. Something both her father and mother and most of her family were too afraid to even attempt.

Time.

Today is a good day. Aside from it being December? It is because for me to accept all that came before the 1st day of December 2015, I have to realize that before you're a child or a parent, you're a human. You live and you learn, you make mistakes, you feel, you try to do the best that you can with whatever knowledge and experience you've picked up along the way and you hobble forward trying to do better than you did yesterday.


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Wednesday 25 November 2015

From Me To You....

I hope that ya Thanksgiving celebrations are filled with so much joy, love and laughter that yall have plennnnnty leftovers for tomorrow and all of the tomorrows to follow!

And, psssssssssssssst?!? Just for today, forget the gluten free's and low GI's and carb-less pieces of grass that we're all meant to be "enjoying" and have yaselves good ol' hefty serving of soul food! Sure, you might feel sleepy and heavy and guilty afterwards, especially after dessert but it's worth every minute of it! LOL!

Love,
Ya Rambler




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Tuesday 24 November 2015

As It Comes To a Close...

Lemme wish her one last time before midnight rolls around....




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Emotional? Ya Damn Right, I am!

Thing is.......I was doing just fine for most of the day! I'm a grown ass woman. I knew it would be hard and I kept my emotions in check because I was at work and I'd repeated the command in my head several times since I woke today!

"Hold. It. Together! Or else!"

I failed. I'm still failing as I type this actually.

'Cause then? First came these pictures and then came Adele's tracks! Normally, I'd just need Adele if I thought the day was going too well. You know? To drag out the pain? LOL!

That double whammy today? I was done for! Punk that I am.

Her tracks, All I Ask and Remedy, not to mention Hello!?!? These pictures with those smiles on those beautiful little faces, on HER face?!? My emotions, STILLLL right now, are shooting higher than the 4th of July fireworks! I miss her so much, especially today.

Not sure if out there, wherever you are! Yes, you! I see you pointing to yourself and swinging ya head around with that frowned expression of me? Or her? Him? Or me? Me, Rambler?!? As if you're having a group Rambling at Random blog reading evening with snacks and drinks and giggles.

See?

I just gave you an idea on how to get ya crush over to ya house for snacks, drinks and more than giggles, hehehe! Use my blogs name in vain, I don't mind. If it's gonna bring you the potential love of your life, then you've got my stamp of approval! STAMP! And if she arrives and realizes that nobody else is coming? Tell her-----------tell her that the dog ate ya homework----shhhhhhh----see, too much thought. That's ya problem. Don't think so much. Shhhhhhhhhh! No, it doesn't matter that you're working for 26years, whatever work you do at home, is homework. Didn't you know that? I can't help you with what the dog coulda eaten that could be considered as homework, but I'm not here to tell you evvvvvvverything, jus to give you a good start!

What was I saying?! Oh yeah! My thyroids have become inactive. Hmmmmmm--------no not that. I was asking you, oh right, right....just me, asking you, whether if in your culture and country----how important is a 21st birthday?!? Because here in South Africa? You ready for this?

Hallllllllls are hired! Outfits are bought! Hair, nails and faces are diddddddd! All of the family and friends are invited! Click click go the cameras! Food is catered, speeches are made! The sober get drunk! A DJ is present! He better not play that house music! The sober and drunk dance in unity! I could be describing a wedding, right?! But nope. It's the celebration of a 21st birthday! It's huge! A 21st key is presented by the parents to their child, as a symbol of freedom and independence. The official step into adulthood. There is normally a page rolled up into a little hole on the wooden base of the KEY on which the guests get to write their names so that for all time, you can remember who was there celebrating your special moment with you.

So I saw the pictures on Facebook and heard these tracks and it all came crashing towards me again that she's thousands of miles away from us today as she took that step!

She was feeling some kinda way about it herself, in the weeks leading up to today as well. Between my niece and I, we encouraged her and the t-shirt? The poster full of messages and birthday wishes was my way of enforcing to her the fact that she's in the hearts of many today, far as she is.

My baby is all grown up! It's meant to happen that way, huh?!


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Monday 23 November 2015

Fanatics....or Family!

Hahahahaha! She didn't know about the t-shirt! Hehehehe, I love surprises that cause the people that I love to smile and send me messages like, "OMG, the shirt! And you kept it a secret, I love you sooooh much!"

That's what life's all about, right there!


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Introducing......

The birthday girl!!!

I'm so happy to know that my babygirl is being taken care of today being sooooooooh far from home for the most important birthday of her life!!!!



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Jusssss a Few More!

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Because She Couldn't Be Here....

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She Steps Into Her 21st Year

Paige, I can't express enough how much you mean to me, I'm sure it's a common "mother" problem because how do you honestly give justice to this kind of love with words alone? Just never forget that it's unconditional, immovable and irreplaceable and I know someday, when that time comes for you, you'll fully understand the magnitude of what I just said. I miss you, today especially. You're turning 21 and as a parent, that's a milestone, as a young adult, it's so much more than just that. It's your official step into independence and a lot scarier than it sounds. No, it's a far more exciting journey than one to be feared. Especially when you have the world at your feet, dreams to live out, goals to achieve, lessons to both learn and apply. And then there's us - your parents, your friends, your family, never too far to be there whenever we're needed. Hold onto humility, gratitude and faith. And every day, remember God and acknowledge Him. I love you and I'm honoured to be your mother, you've truly made me very proud. Happy birthday, sugar. Love, Mummy




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Monday 16 November 2015

Well, You Know, My Cholesterol!

Lmao! This is too funny! Some would look at this quote and say, "Yup, selfish biaaaatch you are!" Others, like myself, won't.

What I take from this quote, firstly, I do find it hilarious. Because it is. My sense of humour hasn't reached the levels of our rivers and I hope it never does. I hope that life never leaves me with just 25% of my sense of humour. That would NOT be funny!
-_-

Because I tend to lean more towards the benefit of the doubt side of things, I tend to be disappointed sometimes and sometimes I'm like, ehhhhh, could be worse. Don't get me wrong, first I stress and worry and think and think and think and thennnnn I get to that place. And I'm sure I'm not alone. Infact, I know that I'm not alone. Hey, I can't even deny that I've been the disappointer at times and believe you me, lesson learnt there!

Do not bite off more than you can chew.

People's hearts, most times, are in the right places, you know. You think you can handle whatever you're about to take on, and then that moment comes and you're tested and you're faced with the realization that you just can't. Right from when we were lil babies. Judging from watching my own kids, you think you can walk five steps and you try and fall on ya padded behind at three but you keep going regardless. I think that happens throughout our lives, though. We try until we fail and we try until we succeed. Doesn't make us bad people, does it?

Like if someone invites you over for a meal that neither one of you can pronounce and you arrive with suuuuuuuper-excited taste buds and then you sit down ready to devour something exotic yet still confusing but then you're served and it's mash potatoes and gravy. What's important? They at least cooked, right?!? It might not have been the skfghtvqutbrkargo that you were expecting and more often than not, they did try and failed and threw it in the bin and in that moment....watching their skfghtvqutbrkargo literally being tossed into the trash, they realize that mayyyyyybe, just maybe, they shoulda cooked something more at their level of ability. Now if you showed up and not a damn thing was cooked. Then you and your growling worms have every right to be hungry! I-I mean, angry!

I'm just saying, as a person, as a human, as a dog even, it's okay to want to aim for the sky. Even believe that you can reach it 'cause one way or the other, you're gonna find out what your limits are. Being ambitious was never a bad thing, I don't think, right? All throughout our lives, we hear about what a good trait it is to have. To be fair, I can't take away from the person who's expecting something more from you. I can't take away the fact that they have every right to be disappointed.

But when someone fails, they too feel a sense of disappointment in themselves, most times that's a sobering enough experience without....like if a person who is trying and when they only reach the clouds while trying to reach the sky because that's as far as they can go....humiliating them, chastising them or just plain labelling them useless and incapable in general? What happens to the parts that they do excel in? Nul and void? How long before they throw their hands up in the air like they just don't give a fuck? That-hmmmmmm-that didn't sound quite right.

Throw ya hands in the air like you-----gimme a second, I'm silent singing it to myself, quickly.....throwyahandsinthea----------oh yeah yeah---just don't care!

Same difference! O_o! I'm not gonna go back and delete and retype and all 'cause well, you know, my hair! No! My high cholesterol. No, wait?!! My low blood pressure? Okay, let's choose one and keep it moving. Come. Walk with I. But yo, my hearts resting rhythm is chilled. Thumbs up to that news, huuuuh, huuuh! I really should spend more time walking. I. Away from the chocolate aisle! But they place them so strategically for weak-willed sweet toothed people like I!

Have I spent a few hours at the doctors yesterday, you ask? Why, yes! But let's not dwell on the important stuff. Back to the problem at hand! The chocolate aisle. What a horrible existence it becomes when a person has to ban themselves from the chocolate aisle!!! So then, should I just throw my items with the cash at the teller like, "I'd come over but well, you know, my cholesterol?"

Should I petition to have them removed? Woolworths did that you know. Which explains why I rarely go there. That and their prices. Ambitious bunch those. They reach for the stars, I telya! Almost? Almost like they're only about catering for the stars, not-not the audience. That would be us. The average earners. We belong at Pick n Pay. In case you're confused? Woolworths, here? Is one of our upmarket stores. But when they have those prawn cocktail chips on sale...ya Ramblers running down those chocolate-less pay points like an Olympic gold medalist!

I haven't had much luck with chocolate vs my body lately. My broken tooth is still broken, by the way and I've made sure never to lay a finger on any type of nut since. Not an almond, not a peacan, not a peanut! Nut's are the enemy of me. Nuts all over the world are making crude gestures in my direction like, "How 'bout deez nuts!"

A-hem...see?!? I rest my case!

I have a question? What is life when boils and grills are your only option? I cannot thrive nor can I survive in a world where I have to eat an apple should I be craving "something sweet!" I wanna eat an apple 'cause I'm craving fruit. And when I'm craving a bag of peanut M&M's, then I should be able to chew on that too. See, in this instance? I don't mind at all having a sense of humour level of -25%! Because I'm not laughing right now.

So now with some of the results that I got today, it's time for a lifestyle change, whether or not I'm ready for it. I don't enjoy being forced to do something I'm not ready to do. Something about that causes me to do it grudgingly and worse, half-assed. And by lifestyle change, we're talking come rain or shine, aside from eating sawdust, I gotta gym at least three times a week-------haven't been for a month, but I HAVE been dancing! Probably BECAUSE of dance class that I haven't been for a month but you know what they say about assumptions---------something 'bout an ass of u and mpt!


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Wednesday 11 November 2015

I Now Pronounce You a Drought Disaster Area

You may now dry the fuck up!

The water crisis is quite serious 'round these parts peeeeeeeople!. Another province is about to be declared a drought disaster area along with the one that I live in and three others that have already made the list.

I read an article today that stated that our beloved, I use the term so loose that it's hanging on a thread, but it stated that the government was forewarned about the possibility of a water crisis in 2015, already back in 2012. Another one said that the funds allocated to building and fixing the necessary infrastructure wasn't even utilised. Another one said that the lack of necessary skills is partly to blame.

And what did they do about that warning?

Well? We now have a real water crisis on our hands. What more is there to say?

So now the dams have dried up, our dam is sitting at 25% percent full, animals are dying, vegetation along with the taps in certain areas have also dried up. People are opening their taps and jack is coming out! The Rand is at a record low and there are talks that the Reserve Bank are planning to increase the mortgage bond rate as a result.

I think its safe to say that we're rather fucked in this here place, isn't it? Hey, well at least our president will be receiving a new VIP jet at the cost of R4billion. Ohhhhhh happy dayyyyyyys!!!!

Not!

Guess all we can do is practise responsible water usage in our homes and the workplace for right now. And with that said, I'm off to bed. Nodding off while I'm typing and that's never a good thing! I might just fall off the bed and break more teeth. Thinking about this is truly exhausting for my brain.

I wonder if The Lion King movie was a sneak peek. You all remember what happened after Scar ruled the kingdom, right? Or was it a warning like, "Yall better get the fuck outa here before......." The Lion King is my daughters favourite movie. Hmmmmmmm...looks like she got the hint!

Goodnight to all of you and to my mum? Happy 73rd birthday!


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Tuesday 10 November 2015

Die Without You

Outa the bluuuuue today, I just started singing this song, I can't tell you what it was that I was thinking about or why? And that's not because oooooooo it's this huge secret. She's being selfish with the secrets! Nah! I just can't remember but I do remember that this song instantly caught my attention, the first time that I'd heard it. I'm a sucker for emotional songs. Shoot me. Okay, don't.

I'm typing from my cellphone and attached it. Whether it's actually gonna post to my blog is anybody's guess at this point.

This song is off the Boomerang soundtrack. Had to google that. I knew that I'd heard it in a movie but ay, my memory's like, "Don't even look at me!" Talk about the struggle being real!

Haven't heard anything from PM Dawn since and wow, this was yearrrrrrrrs and yearrrrrrs ago. Please don't ask me about Boomerang either, I told yall I'm not much of a movie RELATER BACKER O_o, that's why you will never hear me talk about a favourite movie. Neither will you hear me talk about a favourite actor or actress. I really don't remember half their names, except for the common common ones.

I ammmmm able to remember song lyrics as if I wrote them though, hahahahahaha! Hey? Wanna know something absolutely weird? I've been writing poetry since I was a teenager and I can't recite a single poem that I've written! Not A one!

Hmmmmmmmmmm?!? Was I even born with a freakin' memory? Maaaaaaaaaaaaa?!? Oh wait, she can't hear me.

Maybe? Maybe just a small piece?
Maybe I have selective memory syndrome.
Or totalrecallphobia
'Cause ofcourse I can remember quite clearly, alllll of the stuff that I can't remember.
>_<!

Anyway, I'm on my way to work right now so lemme concentrate. Today, I'm a passenger but I still need to concentrate. On staying awoke.

OMG! SEE! SEE! OUTA NOWHERE, WE JUST SAW A RANDOM COW GRAZING ON THE SIDE OF THE FREEWAY! IT'S NOT UNCOMMON, NO. IF YOU'RE TRAVELLING INLAND THAT IS, BUT FOR HERE? O_O! HELL DID THAT COW COME FROM? Eh, mighta jumped over the moon.....anything's possible in this place!

Okayyyyy, ya Rambler's awoke now! Here are the song lyrics, I love 'm.

Pm Dawn - I'd Die Without You Lyrics
Artist: Pm Dawn

Is it my turn to wish you were lying here?
I tend to dream you when I'm not sleeping
Is it my turn to fictionalize my world?
Or even imagine your emotions, tell myself anything

Is it my turn to hold you by your hands?
Tell you, I love you and you not hear me
Is it my turn to totally understand?
To watch you walk out of my life and not do a damn thing

If I have to give away, the feeling that I feel, yeah
If I have to sacrifice, oh, whatever babe, whatever, baby
If I have to take apart, all that I am
Is there anything that I would not do, since I'd die without you
Yeah, baby, since I'd die without you, since I'd die without you

Oh, I apologize for all the things I've done
But now, I'm underwater and I'm drowning
Is it my turn to be the one to cry?

Isn't it amazing how some things completely turn around?

So take every little piece of my heart
Yeah, take every little piece of my soul
Yeah, take every little bit of piece of my mind
'Cause if you're gone, inside, I'd die without you

If I have to give away, the feeling that I feel, yeah
If I have to sacrifice, oh, whatever babe, whatever, baby
If I have to take apart, all that I am
Is there anything that I would not do, since I'd die without you



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Sunday 8 November 2015

Dude, Where's My Tooth?!?

So Saturday, right? I rush off to the mall to get a bridal shower gift and I'm eating a Snicker bar that I'd just bought. Bought a Coke Light too.

What?!?

Oh yeah, yeah I am! I AM one of those burger and Coke Light people. Balance is super important to a Libra. I'm Libra. And there you go. Plus nine spoons of sugar in a glass of regular Coke doesn't sit well. On my hips.

Moving on.

So I'm munching it like num num num. Chasing it with the soda. Sip, sip, gulp! Notice that it all seems like a normal trip to the mall so far, right?! Mmmmmmm-hm! Nothing appears to be aMISS. Yet!

Well? That was until ya Rambler realized that she mighta eaten a chunk of her damn tooth! Infact, I DID eat a chunk of my damn tooth! Clearly I'm not chewing my food like I should be. Let's ignore that for now. I'm dealing with enough. So I enjoyed the Snicker bar and for a minute still, all was as it should be. I know this because my cousin didn't ask me if anything was wrong. That only tells me that I wasn't wearing that wtfisthisinmymouth expression while I put my fingers in it in search of the imposter.

Because I have a soft spot for my tongue, it's the only one I'll ever have. Sometimes let it roam around my mouth. I just figure, you know, that tongues hafta hate routine too. I know I do. So instead of it just laying there, I let it roam. Kinda like a security guard in my mouth. It does that once over to check if everythings in order and it normally is. But Saturday?! Amidst it's journey, it was like, "What the....WTF?!? Yo! Owner of me!!! You might wanna see this!"

First I thought, "Hmmmmmm, tongue knows how to say, yo?!" Then I concentrated and thought, "Probably a piece of nut stuck in my tooth, okay! Toothpick and we're good to go." To make sure, I put my tongue to work again and O_o! Thennn came the look of confusion, coulda been horror, I can't quite recall right now, except for me vigorously flapping down of the car visor mirror!

And there it was. Tooth broken!
But then there it wasn't! The part that broke off. MIA!
By part, I mean 80% of the front of it! The good thing is that I can't feel anything lodged at the back of my throat. When its x-ray time, the nurses are frazzled enough tryna locate my organs, I'm not tryna have an oesophagus with teeth too! I still can't locate it which means that this can only end one way.

A visit to the dentist.

WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!

If you know anything about me, and I've told yall this before, I'm terrified of the dentist. If I had my way, I'd ask him to put a Rambler under anaesthetic! I quite like going under anaesthetic. It's the coolest thing. The way they inject that sleeping concoction into ya drip and then ya eyes start rolling and ya eyelids get heavy and they ask you questions knowing you're not gonna be able to answer them 'cause you're gonna be knocked the fuck out in seconds! Love it!

On a normal day, I'd wait until I can't feel the side of my head before I made an appointment. Ima have to come up with something. A limit of something by which to measure when I should make the appointment 'cause it doesn't hurt right now.

(Scratches head).

I really can't imagine why we weren't just given teeth that lived as long as we did. Why?! Maybe if Eve didn't--------------nahhhhhh!



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'Tis That Time Again!

Hello Movember! Growing those moustache's, I hope! We're already more than a week in, I know. Thought I'd give you a minute to settle into the realisation that we're already rattling the gate of 2016! Yup! Hobbled our way to that time of year where you're either eagerly awaiting the Christmas holiday or well? NOT!

In other words, bonus or NO bonus?

:-/ Hmmmmmpf, I dowanna talk about it! Dunno why you brought it up. Like that time I wore socks and sandals with my white tassle dress and still had the nerve to pose for a picture. A few of them actually. Hey, I was young and I thought I looked real cute. Still, there's just no excuse for why my eldest sister didn't haul me back into the house and demand that I change my dress! I mean, take off my socks!

So now that we're here, how's ya body feeling. Like as a whole? Mine? First it told me that under no circumstances can I join in the men's health movement by growing a moustache. And then it told me, "You have two options! From this day forth, you're either dragging yourself outa bed or you're dragging yourself outa bed!" So much for freedom of choice. Thank you body. Dunno about you guys but my energy levels closer to the end of the year? They take a sharp nosedive into chronic fatigueland where I just wake up tirrrrrrrred. I battle all day to stay awoke, except for in dance class, come on now, not like you didn't already figure that! And then I sleep.....exhausted but then still wake three or four times during night.

I haven't taken a vacation away from my everyday routines and responsibilities since 2013. A few weeks of healing from surgery, thrice, doesn't count. Not like the Dollar doing the great trek all the way up to past fourteen times the Rand is any kinda motivation either. To me, it would just be plain stupid to travel with the exchange rates as they are. I donnnnnnnnn't CARE if money is ya middle name. It's just both a waste and a travesty to indulge in such shrinkage!

You know what other conversation I refuse to be a part of? Half the family is off to spend Christmas with flies! Yup! Big ass flies! Big ass flies with foreign accents! Yeah, sister, mother, niece, nephew, cousin, daughter niece------They'd rather spend the holidays swatting those annoying bastards than here with the rest of us who only have to contend with periodically questioning whether we've died and gone to hell with the December heat! Personally? I believe that Christmas is about family so this whole new age travel during Christmas performance is way beyond my understanding.



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Thursday 29 October 2015

Somethin' Old Somethin' New

BREAKING NEWS!!!!!!!!!
 
People?  Ya Rambler's ubbbbbbber excited 'cause the air reeks of luuuuuurve!  My memory instinctively belts out a well-known chorus-------Love is in the air, dadadaaaa, everywhere I look around! 
 
My mind corrects it with, "Evvvvvvrrywhere.....?"
My memory stopped singing and clears its throat.  A-hem! :-/
 
Sometimes even when you're not looking for the lesson, life teaches you, nonetheless.  All you have to do is lift ya nostrils outa ya cellphone for a bit and pay attention.  It's hard.  I know.  But be brave and try.  On the few recent occasions that I have?  I have realized that in order to fully understand somebody, one has to consider everything about them, everything about their situations, everything about their circumstance, without prejudice.  At least, as much as we've been exposed to.  Sometimes we're just so rash on judgement and sentencing that anything outside of that present occurrence is overlooked.  
 
That's basically what's been happening to someone close to me.  While I knew most of what was going on in his life, I closed myself off to whatever could have been feeding his state of misery.  The way that he communicated, the way that he began looking, his level of patience?  All of it reeked of discontentment. 
 
And then?!  In the midst of all of the shit. 
Shiiiiiiit! 
This too, I've realized.  Something truly wonderful can happen, sometimes SOMEONE truly wonderful can happen, which is evvvvvven better right?!?  'Cause then you have someone to share ya miserable life with!  And I know you might be wondering, "Miserable life?!"  Look?  I'm not being mean.  The man was not a happy chappy and it was oozing outa his personality as if he was born like that when the fact issssss?!?!?  Dude was just waking up like that. 
 
So now when that someone wonderful happens to you?  Watcha gonna do?  Fight it?  Ima tell you what I did!  I noticed!  Ay, it's just way too hard to miss 'cause it's like night and day!  Fo rizzle!  O_O!  I mean dudes skin is even two shades lighter!  The effect that his nownewgirlfriendwhowashisoncehisgirlfriendbackinhighschool, and dare I reveal---------------his now almost wife!  Yes, I said almost wife, it'sallhappeningsofastlikezooooooooooooomlikeHalley'scomet!  Sofastthatitslike tohellwiththefiancecrapletsgostraighttoMrandMrs! 
 
@_<! 
Exhalllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllle!
 
The effect that she has on him elevates that old very likeable side of him.  The one that I forgot even lived inside of this person, except for somewhere within my memory of him.  Now that I see it again, I can say that I honestly missed him and I'm glad to have him back.      
 
Too often we under-estimate the effects of being with the woman or man that we're with.  Sometimes it makes you as a person.  Sometimes?  It breaks you as a person.  Like if you started off the meekest person on this earth but then all of a sudden, whenever you see 'm, you find that all you wanna do is run on their chest with spiked soccer boots. 
 
Me? 
 
Uh-huh!
 
I've never actually done that but the thought hasssss crossed my mind.  Then I'd stop.  "Jail!"  I'd tell myself.  Hahahahaha!  Lies!  I've never had to restrain myself with terrifying self-threats of imprisonment when it came to soccer boots.  But you get what I'm tryna say here right?  Bad relationships can change good people and it sure does take a while to get back on ya feet.  Whether or not you actually ever fully recover?  Doubt it but almost fixed is always better than totally broken.     
 
But when it makes you as a person?  The sky isn't even the limit!  With dude?  He is calmer.  He is ecstatic.  He looks ten years younger!  He is not the person that I've been at loggerheads with for some years now.  Watching happiness come back around and mend? 
 
Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!  It's been a beautiful transformation.
 
Here's to second chances!  <3


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Friday 23 October 2015

The Reading Room Competition

Ohhhhhhhhhh how I wish that I could find a permanent cure for my cousins menopausal hot flushes!
Pssssssst-------I hear those episodes are not anything to write home about! Actually, word on the street is that they're like small fiery waves of lava sent straight from the depths of hell! GASP!

Why I'm even talking about this? Because I might not get the flushes but I do sometimes get the side effects. I mean, sinus effects.

Like Tuesday.

Aside from bobbing and weaving. Know what? Why not be totally upfront?! Aside from being crushed to smithereens by unruly, reckless public transport taxi's on the road, the ride to work mostly consists of AC on, AC off, AC on, AC off! It's like the change of life version of Karate Kid....no men or martial arts....just men-o-pause!

It's been less than fun realizing that sinus brought on by someone else's menopausal flushes behaves rather differently to the norm. Like kinda wrath-y and overly-possessive! I'm not exaggerating. Normally, I would start sneezing until whomever's around me is like, "God bless you. God bless you-------------God BLESS you! You know what?!? GOD BLESS YOU for all the sneezes to come too!" People can be so mean! Then I'd take a tablet, do what I gotta do, sleep and wake as good as new!

Tuesday?
I took me a blue tablet.
Nothing.
A white one?!
Nary!
Wednesday?
One and a half yellow ones plus another white one! You'd think with ingesting a rainbow, I'd get some relief, right! There was a better chance of me waking up to find my lips sipping on a strawberry daqari on the island of Mauritius!
So today?
I changed my strategy. Took a brown one, thought I'd go for earth tones and hope for the best. Oh! And I used my pump! Nnnnnnnn-------I feel a slight improvement but let's see how it goes as the day progresses.

You must really be wondering what the subject of the blog has to do with menopause or sinus. Nothing really. Something told me you'd be interested in how I spent my week. I could be wrong but it's too late now. As for the subject of the post? A colleague of mine sent me the link to this competition which is being hosted by thereadingroom.com. I won't be entering but;

The prize for submitting the first 500 words of your unpublished novel?
1. USD1000 cash prize
2. Session with a world renowned literary agent
3. An author profile page on The Reading Room

Oh and last but not least, all finalists will also win a voucher to be published on IngramSpark.

Not too shabby, I'd say!

Here is the link;
https://www.thereadingroom.com/


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Tuesday 20 October 2015

The Dog Whisperer!

I've been slowly downloading his episodes from the first season.

https://m.youtube.com/#/playlist?list=PLdN3gbvLGO69ux2taRPiVADgwfTrPor2C

If you have a lil' barkaholic Cruzzy like I do? You want to train them. I know I want to train him. Because then they think they're the boss of you and wanna walk in front and feed you dog food-----hahahaha-----he doesn't do that! Long as I give him a treat, LOL! But, hmmmmpf! Because he spends a lot of time at home and just with my son and I? He doesn't have a good foundation of social skills. I've taught him well, hahahahaha!

That's not to say that he will just charge at you, no. He only does that to certain people which completely baffles me. He can meet you for the first time and absolutely go on as if he knows you for years and then he can actually know you for years but then gives you nothing but aggression. If I had to guess, I'd say its because he feels ya vibe towards him. I'm pretty sure of that actually. Considering who he does that too.

Aren't humans like that too?

I was thinking about taking him for formal training but then I imagined all the different dogs and then fleas and NO! He's a house dog and I'm not about to fight fleas. It's too hot for that!

Know what I wish they had here? Maybe they do, I dunno. Since I'm not the dog owner who carries him in a bag with me, everywhere I go and dresses my puppy up in diamante's and crowns and shit like that? No doggy play dates and doggy-mom clubs! Information is limited.

I wish they had a doggy hotel, affordable for the "average income" dog owners like ourselves hahhaahaha! They take them, like on Vince and Tamar, and when they come home? They're trained! Anyway....here's the link to Cesar the Dog Whisssssssssper.

https://www.cesarsway.com/

Happy whispering!
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Bacon And ------- Advertising

It's a blazing hot day here in Durbs, shew! But I liiiiiike, :-)!

Writings become one of the biggest crutches in my life. Hey, rather that than becoming a wine swine, right?

What!?!

Look, okay, okay! Before I'm faced with a buncha toy-toying pigs protesting outside my bedroom window harmonising about defamation? Don't take it personal, it's just a silly term we use here in SA. Alllllll it means is------all it means is, someone who ovvver drinks wine. A greedy-for-wine person! Like a pig. For wine. Get it?! Wine swine?

Helping?!

No?!

Okay, Ima stop. But Ima leave that up there anyway 'cause seriously! Pigs have no right to feel any shame with all of the shit they get themselves into. Literally! Not to mention the shit that they get into themselves. Like there's no limit to pigs. At all! But ay------I like bacon. Is that bad?! I like the American bacon the best! Oooooooooooooo-yummy! Our bacon doesn't cook like that. Ours is all soft and wavy kinda, like it doesn't have a backbone.

American bacon?!? Mmmmmm-mmmm, with it's tall, lean looking self, and then it gets all hard and stern when heated and crispy between the teeth and you chew on it and the flavourrrrrrr! Dammit!

Hell was I talking about before my mouth started watering?

Writing, yes! The conventional, getting ya book idea/finished manuscript embraced by a publishing company way is always a great thing! But there are times when one doesn't want to go that route, especially because of the time that it takes. Most publishers don't want you sending your manuscript to multiple publishing houses so if you have months at a time to wait for a response? Cool! If you don't, there are other ways to get your work out there. I came across these helpful sites this morning;

https://savvybookwriters.wordpress.com/2012/03/11/18-top-websites-to-promote-your-book-for-free/


http://www.bookbaby.com/bookshop


http://www.yourwriterplatform.com/promote-and-market-your-book/
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Sunday 18 October 2015

The Good, The Bad and the House Dog

Well? My babies have landed safe and sound in their homes away from home. So much going on right now, wow! Kids flying out, various weddings on the horizon, some immigratings 'bout to happen, chunk of the family planning to spend Christmas down under! Me? Me, I'm chilling like this........that's my boy right there. I adore this little fellow. Not that I'd planned to, hahahhahahaha, but I do. He was bought for my daughter's birthday and since she's moved countries, he's become my homie.

Growing up, we had many dogs. All named either Sheba or Choonooks. None of that was my doing. Just so we're clear. Nevermind that I wanted to name Cruz, Yappy. But back then, one died, they'd be buried and we'd get another one. They all died of old age but I never really got attached to any of them. At all at all!

This little rotguts?! I can't imagine life without him. He has so much personality and is protective as hell! Because he's got terrier in him, he thinks he can take on anything and anybody so I had to have my house gate laced with metal mesh because we get monkeys running a dismal outside and with him barking at them like he does, I don't need them coming to attack him. These blue-balled monkeys are ruthless. In Cape Town, the monkeys were robbing humans. Ay. 'Nuf said!

So at home, I have this shadow, named Cruz. Hahahahaha! I walk? He walks. I relax? He relaxes. I got him neutered last Friday and yes, I was a punk about it! My daughter refused to come with me to drop him, kinda like me when it was time for their injections as baby's when I would send my ex-husband in with them 'cause I couldn't see that needle sliding into their little legs! I'm such a cryer, LOL! But when I left him at the vet's that morning, he was the only one in the room with the doggy cages. You'd cry too, so if you're not gonna cut me some slack, ima cut myself some.

As for all the happenings happening right now? Part of those are that both my brothers are planning their weddings. Whoooooo-hooooo! You'd think, huh? Well? I truly mean that for one of 'm. We've had our problems in the past and we're on the mend, but most importantly, it's seriously hard to ignore the fact that true happiness, genuine happiness does something amazing to a person's demeanour, how they relate to others and their outlook on life on the whole. It's like I can feel the happiness oozing outa him and that transition has been beauuuuuutiful to watch!

The other? I will not attend that wedding even if there was a bag of money under my assigned seat! I can't pretend anymore. I don't. Then I might as well just take my peace and throw it outa the window. It's something that used to cause me too much stress. Stress that I just can't carry anymore. Stress that I won't carry anymore. So, if I'm not in support of something? You won't find ya Rambler anywhere near there. And that union? I'm certainly not in favour of, so...Ima smile and wave. Maybe just wave. Maybe flick my wrist in the air like, GET!

I've been tooooooo close to having my family blown apart, by my own crappy decision-making, trying to live a life that I wasn't even close to accustomed to living. And that's on ME, at the end of the day, I have a brain and I have the ability to do or not do. And if I do when I shouldn't or don't do when I should, I have nobody but myself to blame so I stick to what feels like a fit now. Right or wrong? That's been working for me. Birds of a feather.......

So after the smoke cleared with me and my perception of the damage that I did? Whichever relationships I had hurt in the midst of me trying to be who I wasn't, those that I wanted to fix, I have. Those that I saw no point in fixing, I just don't waste my time on. When you release certain issues and people, they no longer affect your spirit.

*shrug*

So no, I won't applaud that "let me come into your life and calculatingly isolate you from your children, grandchildren and the rest of your family" bullcrap anymore. I don't give two hoots what age those children are.
Why?
It's simple.
Because I'd HATE for the day to come when my dad tells me one day, "I'm in love now so...you're an adult! Be gone. I don't need to see you anymore, I don't even need to acknowledge that you exist. It was nice knowing you. Oh? And while I made sure to cut your legs off at your knees, stand on your own two feet now."
And I'm looking at my dad talking about, "But? I don't have------feet. You-you cut my le----------!"
And while he drives off into the sunset? He yells, "Yeah, whatever! Bye bitchesssssss!"

You will never convince me that that is what love does. No thank you very much! My rightful place is to support my nieces and nephews and all those people that have been pretty much shat on, on their way to that altar. I do wish them luck, though. I feel as though it's going to be much needed.


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Saturday 17 October 2015

No Frills Allowed

HAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!

Google headquarters musta been like, "Do not! I repeat, DO NOT let me catch you technicians wasting time on frills! We do not condone that TMI crap! You state what's wrong and then.....disclaimer! Y'all got it?! State what's wrong and then.....disclaimer! That's our story and we're sticking to it. Now.....go forth and multiply!!!! I mean, go forth and do all that you can to assist."

They're like don't be tryna even think or hope or dream about asking us nothin' more! Hahahahahaha! I'm over here chuckling reaaaaaaall hard at this. Okayyyyyyy! Okay, ima tell you what it is! I'm preTTy sure that some of you have come across this but for those of you who have perfect signal all day everyday, lemme show you instead! I prefer visuals myself, so you're welcome....and for the record?!? I love Google and now I love 'm even more! This wit is simply tremendous!

So I get a notification right, a Google notification. Ya Rambler's in a curious mood so before I take my sinus tablet, I click on the 1 that's highlighted by a red block in the top right side corner.

When I click it?
I get this.................................(Refer to picture).

I dunno about you but I find that hilarious! LMFAO!


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Time

Today, I feel like we're always talking about, don't take someone for granted. How about time though? What about how often we take time for granted despite example after example of how quickly and even how cruelly we've been shown that time has no patience? No matter what we're on this earth waiting for, doing and not doing......the seconds pass, regardless. How are we validated in not taking that fact seriously?
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Bon Voyage!!!

And off she goes! That's another daughter-niece of mine leaving the nest. She's about to live her dream working aboard a cruise liner on overseas waters!

They say that if you never wanna work another day in your life, you gotta find something that you love doing.....congratulations!


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