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Monday, 5 December 2016
My Final Blog Post
This is my final blog post.
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Sunday, 4 December 2016
That Voice!
We all have those little voices that try to guide us. And when we ignore them, that's when we land ourselves in the crapper. But lessons are good for our growth. I've learned that God has a plan for us but he will let us go ahead and bang our heads if we insist on our own plan. And that's when things go wrong and ofcourse we start blaming Him for why things went wrong in our lives.
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Two Down....
Lemme tell you, Sunday just about over. All the time that's left is to head on home, take a shower, relax a little and get to bed.
Bellbottoming (is that even a word?) these jeans take time and are quite niggly to do, but these are the finished ones. Thinking about it now, doing this by hand woulda been much easier simply because it's the leg of the jeans.
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Bell-Bottoming Busy!
A-hem!
I'm about to hit the shower now, I've got a full day of sewing ahead. Thank goodness for my mums sewing machine. Or else I'd be doing this by hand. It's not impossible but it does take longer and my fingers deserve better. All these jeans that are sitting in my closet are about to get a facelift. Well some of them are. Some are fine the way they are. Plus you never can have too many bell-bottoms. That pic? I didn't do that, but I will be in a few hours.
I'd intended on doing this after my bag phase and then just didn't because I couldn't do it at home which meant to do it, I'd have to leave my house and on the weekend? That for me, takes some convincing! That was until I saw this lady at the mall last week and that was all the push that I needed. Loved her dreadlocks too. I wish I knew how to do that to my hair. Anyhow, one thing at a time! And since I'll be Thailand during their Winter, leaving Durban's Summer for the first time in my life! But hey, this is my first grandchild, so byyyyyyye Summer, hello cuddles!
So! I'm gonna need some jeans to wear. And I've got too many already to go out and buy more. Woman and clothing, huh! I blame the stores. If they didn't keep bringing in new things that we have to have, we wouldn't have too many of anything in our closets.
Apparently the average temperature over Winter is 22 degrees celsius and then can drop down to 10 in the evening. Me don't like the cold so I have to be prepared.
Let me get on with my day. You all have a good one!
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Saturday, 3 December 2016
The Bait of Satan
It's core message is the trap of offences. How we deal with being offended, how holding onto that offence can destroy us and how we actually should deal with being offended.
From personal experience, I've felt just how much of an effect forgiving someone, no matter how big or small the offence was or is, can have on my life. Harbouring unforgiveness only causes bitterness and after that day at my desk where all I heard was a voice telling me over and over and over and over to forgive. I listened and it changed my life, my relationships and my outlook.
Right now, I can't fathom why anyone wouldn't forgive. I only know why I refused to. Because it was my excuse, it was my crutch and it defined who I knew how to be at the time. But then I look back and I see that it didn't only rob me of a better life, it didn't only affect me. It affected my children too. And I can't give them back what my unforgiveness took from them. Heck, I can't give me back what my unforgiveness has taken away. I was just thinking last night about the fact that I will never celebrate a 50th wedding anniversary, with anyone. Honestly, it hurts to even type that because it's not what I wanted for my life but I was wide awoke when I made my choices, that's just the long and short of it. My point is this, unforgiveness changes the course of your life.
Unforgiveness tore my marriage apart. I know now that if I was able to overcome that one thing, my marriage would have had at least half a chance. But as I sit here, I refuse to throw blame solely on my ex-husband for the failure of my marriage because I was just as much to blame, simply by not being able to forgive. If I was able to forgive, I would have been a better wife, period! And a better wife could have made him a better husband but I will never know.
And I believe that acknowledging that I too was a hindrance to the success of our marriage and actually telling him that I forgive him and apologising for my own shit, is the reason that we are as close as we are today because it released him and it released me where I became Stacey again and he became Zane again, not the Stacey or Zane who did this and that to each other.
Unforgiveness kept resentment alive as far as members of my family. It prevented me from enjoying blessings like having siblings and extended family and parents. It wasn't always like that. There was a very long period of time where I'd pushed certain things so far back and pretended that they didn't happen. But! But once I'd brought them out again, that was when all hell broke loose between us.
Unforgiveness made me sick. Literally. I'd succumbed to depression. I was passing out left and right, I was always sick. My blood pressure dropped, my appetite suffered. My concentration flew outa the window. Honestly, I felt like I wanted to die. Like that would be easier.
So?
Why on earth would anyone want to hold on to anything that causes those kinds of physical, mental, emotional and spiritual meltdowns? You look around and you tell me if I am wrong. You tell me that someone who is harbouring such bitterness towards someone else, whoever that might be, friend, sibling, parent, anyone?! Tell me if they are coping with that burden and whether the world through their eyes is one big ball of negativity. And then you tell me if you see a difference in someone who isn't harbouring bitterness like that.
I am not telling you this just to have something to type. I haven't used the examples that I have to highlight what any of those people did to me and make myself out to be some victim, no. Not anymore! I'm telling you this because it's something that I have been through. Where now that I've been on both sides, I can point out the difference.
I am telling you this because you know what? Life is hard enough because of things we can't control. But we have to remain thoughtful about how we handle the things that we can and whether the way that we are handling those are hurting or helping us.
While I understand that we all once believed or still believe that we good and great people and that we don't need help or advice on how to live out our lives, we do. We all make different mistakes, but they are mistakes nevertheless. Whether those mistakes are towards ourselves or towards others, at some point or another, we find ourselves at a place where we are faced with a decision. And that is to forgive or not to forgive. Even ourselves. Sometimes that's the hardest part right there and it's a constant work in progress. Nothing stops while live goes on, at least not when it comes to trying to do or be better.
I hope that you all take the time to read this book at some point in your life. As for me? I am going to bed, Durban is sizzling hot since December began, which is a pleasant change from what the weather has been like these past months. It's my favourite time of the year and the sun helps with reminding me that Christmas is jussssst around the corner! December means a lot to me for many reasons and seeing as my grandson is about to be born any week now, it makes December that much more special.
God bless you all in everything that you do, in your walk, in your talk, in your mannerisms, in your thought and in the decisions that you make.
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Monday, 28 November 2016
My High School Reunion...
Just wondering, while I'm typing this, if there is anything I would do differently. YESSSS!!!! YES I WOULD! I wouldn't have went to march for the ANC with my fellow school mates. With their crooked asses! Not my school mates. The ANC! I didn't even know what the ANC was, I just wanted time out from the classroom. We didn't even learn about Nelson Mandela in history class. If we did, it must have been for five minutes in one lesson because I could swear I didn't know what the fuck I was going to march down West street for. Viva viva. I was vivaring. I didnt know why but I was vivaring like a fool! And happy too! Met my dad there. That was cool. But the truth is, I was as interested in politics as I was in walking on hot coal.
Let's see. What else...I would have eaten healthier, worked out often, not started smoking and definitely not chewed on so much ice. That's just for starters.
Teeth? Teeth are one of those things that we take for granted. Shameful. Until we realize there are no third chances in life. The life of molars and incisors. Once your milk teeth fall and your REAL teeth grow out? Listen to me when I tell you.......these should be the top priority on your list of "must take care of's." No matter how addictive ice is. If ya body's lacking something and forcing you to eat the ice, drink water. Water's good for you. Because I've got a story for you. Once upon a time, I want my enamel back! The end!
The reunion? I've been milling over it for a while now. Attending, that is. Up until this morning, I was under no circumstances attending. As of now, I'm still torn but leaning more to the side of attending. Or not. Like should I, shouldn't I? Uuuuuurgh! I dunno. I dunno. What do I do? What would Jesus do? Hmmmmm, nope. He didn't have a high school reunion from what I know.
Back to square one.
Dammit, Libra's don't do this deciding thing well.
The good thing is that so far, I've secured a date! My sister in law just so happened to be free. Hahahhaha! Don't look at me like that. -_- Whaaaaat? Do not under-estimate the power of my extrovert-ism. Extrovert-ness? Extrovertitis?
Fuck it!
The point is, don't under-estimate it. Don't pay any attention to the fact that it doesn't exist either. Just play along. We'll get through this blog post much faster if we all agree.
Thing is...'Cause I'm thinking that you might be thinking that maybe I can't. But I can. I can get a proper date just as much as you can if you had a high school reunion to go to but you weren't married anymore. If I wanted to. But see, I don't do that casual dating shit. It's crap. Firstly. Because talking to and holding strangers....NO! And secondly, no proper date will be good enough if it's not MYYYY proper date! Ya know....?
Therrrrre, hmmmmm, hmmmmm------see, I knew you'd understand.
Meanwhile,
I'm still no closer to a decision.
>_<! I suck at being excited about events!
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Juuuuust A Little While Longer!
What is life without love, huh?
Empty and meaningless.
Like my arm without my half sleeve tattoo. I won't mention names but Sean, I hope you're reading this. Wait. Just in case he's not, lemme send him a Whatsapp to remind him that four weekends have passed since I planned, drew and prepared for the pain. That should get him to prioritise my tattoo in the midst of all of the important things he has to do today.
I'm loving having them with me for the past few weeks while the contractor purposely or should I say, typically, drags out the renovations to their home. Nothing like a full house! It feels alive! It feels like Christmas came early. With Paige gone, I've really missed the noise, the laughing and the traffic.
Sharde's baby bump is not so much a baby bump anymore. She's also having a baby boy! :-) yeah, I'm sure you've guess, he was the second little person I'm gonna smother with love! There's been a boom in baby making in our family this year. Peeps have been busy, hehehe!
In other news, since it's been on repeat since this morning, along with Too Good to Say Goodbye, I'm loving Bruno Mars track, Versace on the Floor. He's a genius, that guy!
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Thursday, 24 November 2016
Happy Thanksgiving!
Mine? Was non-existent. In South Africa, we don't celebrate this holiday. We try to be thankful everyday. Thankful that nobody showed up in the middle of the night and carried us out of our homes and claimed ownership of the property that we've been paying mortgage on for umpteen years. A-hem. I could go on, but I'm still groggy from that sinus tablet I took yesterday.
I do see that we've caught onto the Black Friday concept. Whoooooooop! What a waste. Of. Time!
Regardless of my opinion, there are people sleeping in trolleys outside stores as we speak. No, LOL! I'm serious. Wait, I've got proof. Never fear......when you're able to save pictures off of Facebook. I guess that dude really needs a new flat screen tv. Or a kettle at R99.
These stores though? Okay.....correct me if I'm wrong. From what I imagined Black Friday to be? Things are meant to be dirrrrrrrt cheap, right? Like 'faint in fuckin public when you see the price' kinda cheap, isn't it? Hmmmmmmm, well, NOT! There should be rules. Did the US send these stores the rules? I doubt it. 'Cause I've seen the catalogues and needless to say, I'm extremely disappointed, South Africa. Not shocked 'cause y'all are greedy asses. Just disappointed and I really don't like being disappointed on a Friday.
No matter what colour it is!
This is just like that time they started Survivor SA and then brought back one of the people who was voted out and they went on to win...O_o! This place is just ruleless to the core, I telya! Howww?!?!? How can you be voted out and then......you know what? Not my business.
What is my business is listening to music while I go to work. Lemme go do that.
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Wednesday, 23 November 2016
Happy Birthday, Paige
Happy 22nd birthday, sugar! I love you!
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Tuesday, 23 August 2016
Life
Thursday, 18 August 2016
Tuesday, 16 August 2016
Opportunities for Writers
http://www.aerogrammestudio.com/2016/08/16/opportunities-for-writers-september-and-october-2016/
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$6000 Grant for Writers And Artists With Children
http://www.aerogrammestudio.com/2016/08/11/grants-for-writers-and-artists-with-children/
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Ring-A-Ding-Dollar
YOU CAN FEEL EACH OTHERS HEARTBEAT!
How cool is that? Cool, right?! Clearly someone's been on Tinder or something. Seen the plight of the lonely. Decided to make money off of it. Talk about retail therapy, HA!
Someone I know signed up on Tinder. Hahahahhahahaha! I mean it, don't look at me like that. I know those "friend of mine" stories too, this aint one of them. Anyway, I asked her this weekend, "So, how's the guy you were talking to on Tinder?" She was like, "Fuckin liar!" Hahahahahahahahaaaaaa! If you knew her, just that statement alone is hilarious! "He told me he is working in London, I go on Facebook and there he is under a different name!" Me? Shame really is me, I shouldn't laugh but I can't help it!
I count myself lucky on both occasions. When I met my penpal, Kobi, online? And then when we all met him in New Orleans for the Essence Festival? He was still Kobi, my crazy penpal friend. Then when I met Geese on Penpal International? When I met him face to face, he was who he said he was too. I understand now why my brother was stressing like he was when I first went over to Philly. In today's mental climate, it's actually a dangerous situation to put yourself in, in general. I have read some honest to god, horror stories about these situations.
Okay, so the ideal situation, I'm sure for many out there, is not a long distance relationship, but you fall in love with whom you fall in love with, right? And hopefully for you, that goes well. If ya love happens to be thousands of miles away? Then this ring is for yall! At the introductory price of-------
Drummmmmmmroll please----------$2990 a pair.
I choked. You just didn't know. But see? If we had our rings? 'Cause we're in a sorta long distance relationship, aren't we? You'd have heard it via my staggered heartbeat and then--------
Nnnnnnn---------:-/
I just realized that mayyyyyyybe it's not so cool afterall. 'Cause what if I you did happen to hear your partners staggered heartbeat? That could turn unfavourable in, well.....a heartbeat! Then instead of you thinking vagina thoughts, you're all stressed out thinking angina thoughts. All while you're supposed to have ya eyes closed feeling mushy inside with the ring to ya chest making your hearts beat as one. One with the hearts. Uuurgh, nevermind. Stick to calls and texts and Skype. Hell?! Better still, stick to local relationships.
Y-you, not me.
My sister in law asked me last week, "So when are gonna get a chap, here?" To make a long story short, I told her, in a few more words but they meant the same thing. "When pigs fly". Had I known about this ring then, my argument woulda been a little stronger. It woulda went from acute anxiety about regular, local dating to why? When there's a ring to bridge the distance? She'd have understood me better. But instead, she just walked away from that conversation with the conclusion that I have "issues" hahahhahahahahhaa!
I was just explaining to my daughter yesterday that I can't quite self-diagnose my "issue." It's a mix between social and anti-social, introvert and extrovert. Family functions or visits to family homes? I'm good. Movie dates with my bestie or my mum, I'm fine. Beyond that? The introvert almost always wins and if I can't get out of it, then I'm sweating bullets all the way leading up to whatever event it is. That's not to say that I won't enjoy myself when I get there, O_o! The time between the invite and the event is the problem.
Go see the ring for yaself.
http://www.higherperspectives.com/heartbeat-ring-1969018894.html
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