the winter migration

It would seem the winter migration to Durban has begun. Every year. From Jozi, they trek down to the warmest place in SA during winter. Out of the blue they’ve arrived. And they are everywhere. Umhlanga never used to have street kids and homeless people hanging around begging at the stop lights like this before. Argyle Road in Morningside is even worse at the moment. There are beggars everywhere.

My heart goes out to these people, it really does but it also makes me very nervous. These are desperate people and desperation drives people to do things they may not usually do. I’m involved with charity and I try doing my bit, but I won’t give money to people on the street. Really, what is the point? And there is not much more we can do about it is there?

Walking to the bus stop this morning (my lift has a day off), I saw the usual homeless guys (and a few newbie’s) sitting outside Spar with empty Autumn Harvest Sparkling Wine (it should read: Paraffin) bottles lying next to them. Their hands outstretched, open, asking for money.

I politely smile and move on.

Tied to the telephone pole was a dog. (Don’t worry; his owner was in the café next door) I knelt to pat him on the head. A man standing by the bus stop approaches me and says;

"You should show the same compassion to the homeless guys as you do that dog."

So, I pat them too.

Good for me! I made a joke at the expense of a few homeless guys. And it never cost me a cent. *round of applause*

What more can we do?

Before I go, let me tell you why I’m limping today.

I was trying to moonwalk this morning to Britney while I was doing the flamingo in the lounge while buttoning up my shirt and I tripped. I reached out and tried grabbing hold of Onion (my pet giraffe) for support only to fall down anyway. Silly billy. Great help you were!

You all have a good weekend now hear?

oh the weekend that was...

We bought a sex “toy” this weekend.

In real life.

Went to Adult world. Away from home because we did not want to “bump into anyone we know”

Bumped into my mother there.

True story.

She used the same excuse that I was going to “I’m here to buy a friend a “fun” gift for her birthday”

Only, when you are holding a “toy” in one hand and your boyfriend has another “toy” in his hand and you are speaking to your mother in Adult World, well, you know you’re both talking crap.

Fun times I tell you. Fun times.

Then I went to go watch a show at the theatre. And then the cops asked us nicely to “vacate the premises” and then we found out there was a bomb. And they found it 3 hours later and I’m just so glad I did not end up getting blown up and having my arms and legs everywhere, coz as you know, everyone already wants a piece of me.

How are you lot?

a spider...

I think spiders are frightfully horrid creatures. With those hairy little legs and the fact that they have silk pooping out their butts that they then build into homes/traps is just too much for my little brain. I also hate when I walk through a spider-web and it's like OMG! So then you have to peel off the sticky INVISIBLE web and face the feeling that the spider is on you planning its strategy on how to bite you which is definitely no bueno. And I don’t kill them either because when I'm trying to kill a bug and it gets away I always end up thinking, "Dammit he's going to murder me now."
I do have reason to think they are very clever little creatures though. Just this morning, while standing outside have a cigarette I noticed a spiders web in the branches of the little shrub in the gardens.

So I broke it.

The web.

Not the spider.

Like the big kid I am I broke it. I had not ulterior motive. I just broke the web. This does not make me a bad person. We dust away spider webs all the time.

Then I witnessed something quite spectacular. The little spider immediately began repairing and rebuilding his web! Right before my very eyes. I found this fascinating and after another 10 minutes of standing there, someone from my office actually came looking for me because I was still quite glued to my spot just observing him pooping out silk.

I had to leave my little friend then, but when I went out a little while later I checked in on him and found that he had completed his task, and was napping (it looked so) after a meal of some sort of bug that had already been caught up in his web and turned into bug milkshake!

Wow.
That’s pretty amazing.
I think so anyway.

It got me thinking of all sorts of thinking stuff, and how in life, people often walk past and just unapologetically break down certain aspects, areas or beliefs we have. And too often we stand there, dumbfounded, not knowing what to do next.

I’m going to try being a little more like the little spider. That horrible little thing that I’m sure just wants to eat me. The next time someone tries taking away from me, or breaks down something I’ve built, believed or hoped for, I’m just going to get right back up again and put it back together again.

Thank you for that lesson. You clever little spider.

Ps – I know they don’t shoot silk out their buts really really, but I’m not sure where it does come from and “buts” is just a word that makes me laugh so much. So leave me be.

sad - sad day

Blogging has become near impossible these days. It’s a terrible thing. Not blogging. What I’ve been told by the powers that be here at work, is that I “abused” the internet during work hours. So I’m now forbidden from using the internet at work. For three months. I’ve already marked the first of July on my desk planner calendar thingy to remind them to give me back my interweb.

(they used the word “Forbidden”) so yeah, shhh, don’t tell anyone I’ve “borrowed” a colleagues PC to post quick.

How sad is this?

Look what has become of me during the day…

I miss gmail so much…. Look what I’ve been reduced to.

yay!

Firstly, blogging from my cell phone sucks. Secondly, guess who just got a copy of the book a million miles from normal? Meeeee!! yay!

sigh

My interweb has been taken away from me at work. I always knew it would come to this. Too much time on line got me a warning. And no interweb. And trying to blog from this old phone aint cool. So please leave a kind, supportive comment of encouragement to get me through this very, very tough time.

of chocolate

I’ve spent much of my morning in deep – deep thought.

You know how this goes. One minute you are discussing the crisi (it’s my new word) of the world, the next – you’re thinking of things that have no place in your mind when at work.

Mainly I’ve been thinking about chocolate. Not just any chocolate. Easter chocolate. Probably because it’s like Easter around the corner and our bosses have been handing out chocolate eggs, chocolate bunnies and chocolate nougat all day.

I’m also on a bit of a sugar rush.

I do love chocolate though. A lot.

Here is one of my favourite chocolate tips.
When I make chocolate sauce for a desert, I always add two tots of Amarula Cream.

You will never be the same again. It is life changing.

And Happy Easter to you all.

Thank you. That is all.

my morning smile

My man loves food. So glad my mom taught me how to operate in a kitchen because the old saying "the way to a mans heart is through his stomach" rings true with this one...

sigheth.



from wozzels boyfriend

to Wozzel

date Thu, Apr 1, 2010 at 9:39 AM

subject tonight?



Monkey, please can we have burgers tonight – home made, the way you make them from scratch? Please. Please. Please.
Love you.