Whazzup?It's weekend!

Basic plans for the weekend:
1.Eat too much
2.Talk too much
3.Sleep too little
4.Play with my nephew so his mother has trouble putting him to sleep
5.Make a chicken potjie and rice (yummy!)
6.Start reading my new book

And if,somewhere in my hectic schedule I get the time,I guess I'll have to clean the apartment again,although I have no problem living in some degree of filth.I wasn't born in the Chinese year of the Pig for nothing,you know.

Have a great weekend everyone,and stay safe!

Thought for the weekend

If fire fighters fight fires and crime fighters fight crime, what do freedom fighters fight?

Even my blood tells me to 'B Negative'

It's not my fault that I tend to be a naturally depressed and negative person,it's in my blood.My B- blood,to be exact.

And just to show it was meant to be,my mom and brother are both O+,my dad was B+,and both my sisters are B+ as well.

So you see?I'm unique,and was always meant to be the grumpy,sarcastic,pessimistic girl I am today.

Something interesting:

Blood group distribution in South Africa
The general distribution of blood groupings in South Africa is illustrated in the table below.

Group + — Total
O 38% 7% 45%
A 34% 6% 40%
B 9% 2% 11% * see!I'm unique! At least in South Africa
AB 3% 1% 4%
Total 84% 16% 100%

It is important to note that it may vary between specific regions and particular racial or ethnic groups.

The terms "universal donor" and "universal recipient" were coined when it was demonstrated that it is relatively safe to give O- blood to patients of any blood group, and that blood from all groups can be given to AB+ patients.

Recipient Donor AB+ is a universal recipient


O-; is a universal donor
Type O- O+ B- B+ A- A+ AB- AB+
AB+ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥
AB- ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥
A+ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥
A- ♥ ♥
B+ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥
B- ♥ ♥
O+ ♥ ♥
O- ♥

The chart above illustrates that group O blood is the most versatile.

Read some more about blood groups here.

Just call me "The Handbag Whisperer"

I have to admit,I'm a bit of a nosy freak.I love to know stuff about people,but not really the big important stuff,that is just boring.

No,I like to know what kind of lipgloss you use,or what type of cellphone,or if you have a little makeup bag in your purse,do you keep or throw away your receipts?Stuff like that,because I personally believe that getting to truly know someone is in those small details.Because one can try to hide your personality,but you can't hide what you put in your bag.

Don't get me wrong,I don't go rummaging through random people's bags,but when I meet someone new,or even if I catch up with someone I've not seen for a while,I tend to notice what they take out and put in their bag.That gives me a sort of idea of what their up to,or what they are into at the moment.It can be very telling.You should try it sometime.

Very Superstitious!

I watched 'I,Robot' again last night,and the one thing that stuck with me all night and morning since then,was the song 'Superstition' by Stevie Wonder.I love that song,its just so old school cool,and makes me feel like going to a bar and play pool or something.Couldn't do that unfortunately,since it was Sunday night and I have to be up early in the morning.Damn grown up responsibilities.

The weekend was not good at all.And I mean,at all.JC and I fought basically the whole weekend,and not even about important things,but about the most stupid,insignificant little things.On Saturday morning,while the lifesaver (the cleaning lady) was fixing up our apartment,I decided to go visit my mom,so she suggested we go put some flowers on my dads' grave.We weren't even at the graveyard very long,but going there always makes me more upset than I realise,until something stupid triggers me later on,and then the tears sort of come by themselves.

Saturday evening my sister and her boyfriend came to have a few drinks with us,and it was kind of nice to just relax a bit,although I was quite tense the whole time because JC was in such a bad mood.But after they left,we started making out (probably the drinks talking) and while we were kissing,'Goodbye My Lover' by James Blunt started playing.This song is really emotional for me to listen to,don't know why,but I started crying,and just couldn't stop.JC was really concerned about why I couldn't stop crying,and we started talking the fights and everything.As usual,I had overreacted,but I think that he saw then how little it takes for me to feel threatened and sad.He tends to think that everyone is just as strong,emotionally,as he is.Unfortunately,I'm not,and small things can upset me so badly that I get really depressed over them.



But enough of all that really sad stuff,I'm hoping February (my birthday month) will be a much better month,and that I'll get some good prezzies (here's hoping!).Either way,after getting Superstition,the song,stuck in my mind,I started thinking about superstitions,and how strange some are.Even people who don't believe in the supernatural and strange things like that,most likely have some kind of superstition.

I have plenty,and these are some of the ones I believe:
*Knock wood (to keep something bad you said from coming true)
*To drop a fork means a man is coming to visit.
*To break a mirror means 7 years bad luck.
*It is bad luck to see an owl in the sunlight (I haven't seen many owls in my life,but every time I've seen one,someone I knew died soon after)
*If you leave a rocking chair rocking when empty, it invites evil spirits to come into your house to sit in the rocking chair (I hate rocking chairs,after seeing a horror movie when I was a kid,where the ghost would always sit in the rocking chair.So they creep me out to this day)
*Two people pull apart the dried breastbone of a chicken or turkey until it cracks and breaks, each one making a wish while doing so. The person who gets the long half of the wishbone will have his or her wish come true.



Some of the superstitions might sound really crazy,but it is also quite interesting to learn where they came from in the first place.

What superstitions do you have?

Is this shit for serious?!

Listen,I'm all for true love,marriage and living happily ever after.But one thing I've never been,is a supporter of people getting married too young.I've seen way too many people deciding to marry their first love,or at least someone they started dating while in school,and it almost always ends in complete disaster.

Case in point,this girl who was in my class started dating her boyfriend in 10th grade,married him at 20,had a kid that same year,started her first affair the year after that,with 2 others following soon after,and last year she had her second baby,and thank goodness for her the baby looks like her and not the father,because there seems to be a bit of confusion over who the father actually is.

So imagine my surprise when a friend tells me today that this total douchebag guy in our town is engaged to his girlfriend.Aside from the fact that he is at 25 the intellectual equivalent of a bag of jelly beans,being EXTREMELY homophobic and quite possibly having been the inspiration for Katy Perry's song "Ur So Gay",his freaking fiancé is only 18!

This little girl only finished school last year,and yet here she is,already engaged to the biggest ass I personally have had the pleasure of talking to.Not only that,it might've been acceptable for them to get married so young (I mean her parents appear to be delighted...did I mention they both too are COMPLETE and UTTER douchebags?),if they had been together for at least 2 years or so.But no,why wait?They've only been together 5 months!

I don't mean to be raining on anybody's parade or anything,and I'm also totally sure that there are millions of happy couples out there that got married really young,but deep down I just can't understand how this could possibly work out.

I mean the guy wears popped collar gholf shirts for goodness sakes!That alone makes him unfit to be a groom!

101 Things About Me

Yes,another copy from other bloggers.But hey,if it's good enough for them,it ought to be good enough for me too right?So,enjoy (or at least don't laugh at some of the stupid stuff I'm going to have to put on here,since I'm quite possibly one of the Top 10 Most Boring People Alive).

1.I grind my teeth.
2.I always hated the color turqoise,but now really love it.
3.My father was 52 years old when I was born.
4.I got caught stealing a People magazine when I was 12.
5.I don't like my sisters' fiance,AT ALL.
6.My mom and I get along better after my fathers' death.
7.I never knew any of my grandparents.
8.I am obsessed with reading blogs.
9.I really dislike Madonna.
10.My favorite food is lasagne or macaroni and cheese.
11.I can't memorise a number or amount if I don't see it in writing first.
12.I don't like my boyfriends' sister.
13.I can't drive and don't have a lisence.
14.After my dad died,I kept some of his clothes that reminded me most of him.
15.I can't sleep without a pillow covering my head.
16.I am deathly afraid of rats/mice/hamsters/guinea pigs.
17.I am not at all afraid of spiders.
18.I would love a tarantula as a pet.
19.I love to sneeze.
20.I hate hearing other people sneeze,especially my sister.
21.I don't like drinking water.
22.I've seen 'Grease' over 200 times.
23.The first song I knew the words to, was "It Must Have Been Love" by Roxette.
24.If I like a movie,I can watch it over,and over,and over.
25.I talk a lot during movies.
26.I hate it when people don't say hallo back,after I've greeted them.
27.I despise talking on the phone.
28.My skin is really sensitive,to everything.
29.I love how my boyfriend ALWAYS smells good,even if he's been sweating.
30.I prefer coffee over tea.
31.I hate the taste of wine.
32.My boyfriend is the guy that took my best friends' virginity,and I'm kind of jealous that she had him before me.
33.I only got my first kiss on the night I lost my virginity.
34.I lost my virginity a month before I turned 20.
35.I love cats,all types.
36.I love books set in the south of America (like Louisiana) or Maine - I don't know why.
37.I have been best friends with my bestie for 16 years.
38.In the time we've been friends,we've only ever fought twice.
39.I prefer writing with a black ink pen,rather than a blue one.
40.I love collecting stationary.
41.When I was in school,I stayed with my aunt every weekend,all weekend.
42.I prefer living near the sea,but I live in a valley between 2 mountain ranges.
43.If I don't have my contacts in or my glasses on,I'm nearly blind.
44.I used to be addicted to chatting on Mxit.
45.My boyfriend does not perform oral sex on me,and I'm really glad.I hate it.
46.I really love giving my boyfriend oral sex.
47.I don't exercise,ever,except for sex.
48.I like doing dishes.
49.I hate mopping floors.
50.I prefer showering to bathing.
51.My boyfriend is the only one who has ever been able to give me an orgasm (multiple ones actually).
52.I wrote my dad a letter and put it in his jacket pocket before he was burried.
53.I once took a picture of my cat that died.
54.I took a picture of my father in his coffin.
55.I'm obsessed with capturing mundane things on camera.
56.My boyfriend hates it when I take pictures of him.
57.I once found a dead rat in my school bag (from there my fear of rats).
58.My family and I had vacations at the same seaside town for 20 years.
59.I have very small hands and feet.
60.I didn't go to college because I felt I would be wasting my dad's money.
61.I still don't really know what my passion is.
62.My job is great and I really enjoy it.
63.My dream car is a Ford Mustang Shelby GT500.
64.I was always in the top 5 of my class,but never really studied hard.
65.If I'd studied harder,I think I would've done a lot better.
66.I would rather stay in on a Friday with my boyfriend,than go out partying.
67.My favorite drink is Hunter's Gold,an apple cider.
68.My boyfriend only drinks Castle beer - absolutely NO other alcohol.
69.I am a smoker (get over it).
70.I fear nothing more than losing the people I love.
71.I really like hanging out with my boyfriends' parents.
72.I don't know how to use predictive text when typing a message on my cellphone.
73.I don't like French accents.
74.I cry really easily,especially when watching a sad movie.
75.My mom and I love watching "Masterchef Goes Large" together.
76.The Stormers and the Springboks are my favorite rugby teams.
77.When I listen to smart people talk,I get sad because I'm not as smart as them.
78.I hate heat,and therefor prefer the winter.
79.I love rainy,misty,foggy weather.
80.My idea of a perfect day is lying in bed with my boyfriend,watching movies and eating lots of junk food.
81.Visiting my dad's grave is the most religious experience I've ever felt.
82.I'm on the Internet all day at work.
83.I'm jealous of other people's blogs and their writing on it,they always seem much better than mine.
84.Most people think I'm an extrovert,but I am extremely shy.
85.I desire a tan skin that doesn't have freckles or moles (which I have inherited from my mom).
86.I hate clothes-shopping,and would happily have someone else do it for me.
87.I read the starsign predictions in the newspaper every day,even though I don't believe it.
88.I lived with my parents until 2007 and a part of 2008,and even miss it now.
89.I still can't believe I'm living with my boyfriend and that he truly loves me.
90.I hate how I look on pictures.
91.I don't have green fingers,and all plants I own eventually die.
92.I hope to die in my sleep one day.
93.My favorite color used to be green,but have recently started loving red.
94.My bladder is the size of a peanut - I pee constantly.
95.I write only when I'm at work - I don't even think I have a pen at home.
96.When my boyfriend kisses me,it's the closest I can get to heaven on earth.
97.I've long given up on being skinny,so I've decided to just stay a fat bitch.
98.By looking at me,you'd think I was really unhealthy,but I am the least sickly of anyone I know.
99.I love waking up in the middle of the night,just to know I've got a few more hours of sleep.
100.I never know what to blog about.
101.I love answering questionnaires.

I love a man who works with his hands,but our mechanics suck

Yesterday afternoon,my boss comes into my office,and asks me "Do you think you could stay for a little bit after work tomorrow?" So I say "Sure,no problem."When I actually want to start already apologizing for whatever it is he's going to yell at me for doing wrong.

My boss is a very soft spoken,gentle man,and he hates conflict,so I couldn't really understand why he would want to have a special meeting with me,alone.So this morning,I asked my other boss (who happens to be a second cousin of mine,his father is the big boss,and the big boss was my fathers' favorite cousin - sort of the reason I got this job) why I had to stay behind,and he said that everyone has to stay behind,and his father was just going to talk about the work and rules and other boring crap in general,but he was mainly going to focus on the mechanics (I work in a car dealership (and workshop).

Those lazy SOB mechanics are a real waste of air.They even irritate me,and I sit in my own little office,so I hardly ever see them.But my boss has a lot of trouble with them just leaving work whenever they want,breaking tools or spares in the workshop,drinking all the coffee,tea or cooldrink in the staff kitchen,etc.The list goes on.They just do what they want,and get paid huge salaries,and they aren't even scared of being fired,because they know my boss is a softie,and wouldn't do that.

This one mechanic,who is like 20+ years older than me,has started this habit of coming to drink his coffee on the stairs outside my office,every day.There he will sit and smoke and make small talk,for whatever reason.I wouldn't be bothered by this,but he is a little pervy,and always looks at you like he's undressing you with his eyes.When I'm out at a bar,drunk and the guy doing the mental undressing is hot,that would be cool.This however,is not.And now,my big boss' other son (he's the sales manager),is starting to get really pissed off with this mechanic smoking up the place.And since he's doing it right by my office,it looks like I'm encouraging him.Which I'm certainly not!I don't like getting in trouble for other people's crap.

So tonight,the whole staff is coming together for a 'beginning of the year' meeting.Yay,I just absolutely adore meetings.NOT.But hopefully some problems will get sorted out,these cocky asshole mechanics will be put in their place,and I will not even be looked at,because seriously,I'm an angel at work.

Well,except for the insane amount of time I spend on the internet every day.

But shhh,no one need know that ;-)

It's official,some animals are DEFINITELY smarter than some humans

A friend of mine emailed me this video last night,and it was so adorably clever,I just had to share it. This is the type of thing that proves people wrong when they say animals are behind humans in the brains department.Because honestly,I know some people who could come to these birds for lessons.

Side story
Seeing these black crows,made me think of my great uncle (on my mothers' side).He lived in Fort Beaufort,Eastern Cape,South Africa,which is a predominantly Xhosa speaking area.He found a baby black crow in his backyard one day,and decided to raise it as a pet.

Amazingly,this crow was a great mimic,and would start to say words that he had heard from the people of the house.And since my uncle had a Xhosa speaking cleaning lady,who frequently spoke to the crow,the crow ended up being able to have small 'conversations',in Xhosa.Also,he could count to ten in English,and sing a few songs.

Unfortunately,the crow died a few years ago,right after my great uncle,but everytime I see a black crow,it makes me think of him.

What would you do?

To help the day pass a little quicker,I thought I would do another little questionnaire.You might notice,I do these very often because I love them,and this is my blog,so no one can stop me.Here goes:

Question #1
What would you do if you were in a corner and a snake was staring you down?

I would first pee my pants,depending on how big the snake was,and probably just stand there until the snake left.

Question #2
If you were standing at the top of the Eiffel tower?

I would yell "I'm the Queen of the World!"

Question #3
If you were on the moon?

Be scared shitless.I am very afraid of outer space.

Question #4
If you had x-ray vision

Go to a casino and start playing high stakes poker.

Question #5
If you could fly

Go for romantic weekend getaways,a LOT more.

Question #6
If you were a contestent on American Idol?

I would sleep with anyone I could to win.

Question #7
If you had 3 legs

I would be spending a lot more on shoes.

Question #8
If you had no ears

I wouldn't be able to wear my sunglasses.Which sucks.

Question #9
No eyes?

I would always wear sunglasses.Everyone would just think I'm some kind of celebrity.

Question #10
If you had 15 brothers?

Probably end up a virgin at 50.

Question #11
If you woke up naked in the park?

I would think that that was a hell of a party last night.Booya!

Question #12
If you woke up next to your best friend's significant other?

Act as if I have no idea what happened.

Question #13
If you won 100 million dollars

Retire,buy an island,and live there until I die of liver failure.Or a heart attack from over-eating and partying too much.

Question #14
If you had 500 pounds of cheese

I would have very high cholestorol.

Question #15
If you were in the library and had gas

Cough and then fart as I was coughing.And just hope to God it doesn't smell too bad.

Question #16
If you were 100 miles from any city and your car ran out of gas

I would have a major panic attack,and then probably wait and see if someone came by.

Question #17
If a blizzard dumped 10 feet of snow where you live?

Stay in and watch movies all day.

That was fun.I think I'll do another one later.Mwahaha!

The hazzards of living in a small town

People can say what they want about us small town folk,but one thing I definitely think,is that it takes a special kind of person to be able to exist in a small town,and happily at that.

Why,you may ask?Because instead of living in a place where you hardly know what your nearest neighbours look like,or who is family of whom,I live in the kind of small town where people know me,purely based on the fact that they knew my grandparents,my parents or one of my older siblings.Here,if you're in school and you get caught doing something bad,your name is hardly mentioned,but you are more likely to be referred to as 'Mr and Mrs.So-and-so's' daughter.

In my town,there's really no secrets to be kept.What's the use?Everyone will find out eventually anyway,and then the story will probably have plenty more little twists and turns added along the way,just to make sure the story about you is worthy of being passed around.

Hardly a month goes by where there aren't stories of this one's pregnancy,this one cheating,this one losing his business,this one being caught drunk-driving,etc.For a town this size,we have plenty gossip worthy stories to choose from.Right now there's a woman I know cheating on her husband of 15 years,with a guy whose probably 10 years her junior.Another girl only got married last month,yet is 3 months pregnant,and then there's the shopkeeper who alledgedly smuggles diamonds in his fake left leg.

You really can't kiss a guy hello in this place,without you either being nearly married,pregnant or mortal enemies by the next morning.And you know what,I've learned that if there isn't a gossip story about you going around town,that more than likely means people think you're boring.And not worth talking about.And that,my friends,is a fate worse than death.I think.

Sticky Floors

As I previously mentioned,my sister was kind enough to spill her entire glass of Hunter's Extreme Cider on my kitchen/living room floor on Saturday afternoon.After repeated (failed) attempts at getting the stickiness off the floor,I am ready to accept that someone was murdered in or near my apartment,and they are manifesting themselves as stickiness on the apartment floor.
Because seriously,that shit won't come off!Everywhere I walk,my feet stick to the tiles,and that obviously also means any and all pieces of dirt (like dust or little pieces of fluff) stick to the floor like Britney Spears' weave to her head.It doesn't look good,and won't come off.

But our cleaning lady at work has kindly given me some of her cleaning solution to try out tonight.So hopefully that will clear me of this insanity.

PS: have I ever mentioned how much I HATE cleaning?!

I hate answering telephones

Ok,seriously.I must genetically be a man or something,because aren't ALL women supposed to love telephones?Talking on them,texting with them,etc.?

Well,I don't.Even if my bestest of best friend calls me,I always turn into this awkward conversationist,either totally silent with nothing to say,or babbling like a madwoman,in order for there to be no strange pauses in the conversation.I hate awkward pauses.

While I hate talking on the phone,I've accepted the fact that part of my job is sometimes answering the phone,when our receptionist is busy on her line.I do it with pleasure,because I don't actually have to talk much,just put the people through to whomever they need to talk to,or otherwise take messages.

However,recently,our receptionist has taken to letting all calls come through to me,because she is 'too busy' to answer the phone and type up memos.Geez,like it takes a rocket scientist to do that.I mean,we live in a really small town,so everything is done at a slower pace,there really isn't a reason why she would need someone to help her answer the freaking phone.

But what bugs me the most of me having to do basically half her job,half of the time we are at work,is the fact that she just expects me to do it.She never asks me if I'm okay with doing it,or thanks me for helping out.That really busts my nuts.So to speak.

I just want to walk over to her and say "Listen,I know you're as dumb as dirt,but do you think you can please answer the bloody phone,because you've been doing this job for like 16 years,so one would think you've figured out how to multi-task.And if you haven't,please take yourself home,go lie in bed and count your fingers,because that is clearly the most challenging job you are qualified to do."

But since I try to be a nice person,I'll just have to vent here,and leave her in peace.But one can dream.

Aren't cats supposed to be good at this?

I've had about 8 different cats in my lifetime.Not all mine,more like family pets,but 3 of them were mine alone.

My first one lady,Sammi,is extremely elegant and aloof.Like a cat version of a female Hitchcock character.Lulubell,my 7 month old spitfire,is more of a clumsy,clutsy Laurel and Hardy type of character.Sparky,who I only had for 4 months,until I moved out of my previous apartment,was a very lovable Care Bears-type cat,who was always up for a cuddle.

But even though the they all were extremely different characters,they all had one thing in common: they ate cleanly.By that I mean,they were typical cats that always look clean and pristine after they've eaten,because they meticulously clean themselves afterwards.

That brings me to Maya.The new addition to the family.Sparky lives with a new family now,and Sammi and Lulubell live with my Mom,since I felt it would be too hard on them to move now,because they both love my Mom WAY more than they do me.

Anyway,that means Maya is a kitten on her own.No older,wiser cat to teach her the ways of her ancestors.And I have to tell you,it shows.She is starting to get better at balancing herself on small spaces and climbing everywhere,because she is exploring the apartment a bit more (not that there's much to explore,but still).

But the one thing she sucks at,is cleaning herself after eating.She goes completely berserk when she gets her food.She climbs inside the bowl and will ride it like a pony until the bowl is completely devoid of food.Afterwards,she walks away from the food-area,looking all satisfied and happy with herself,like the fact that she ate all her food was like hunting a wild animal.She believes she is a master at 'catching' her food.It doesn't matter to her that the food really only lies there.

Well,the pictures could be after any meal,but these were specifically from last night.After every meal,a big piece of catfood is stuck to her nose,and it will stay there,no matter how much she licks,because like some kind of dumb-dumb,she can't seem to feel that there's a big chunk of food stuck there,and I am usually the one who has to take it off,and clean her up.My boyfriend won't,because he thinks it looks 'cute'.

Here's hoping her grooming skills will improve with age.

Love is strange

I am almost too ashamed to admit it,and I think my boyfriend would kill me if he knew,but I sometimes get jealous of other womens' boyfriends/husbands.

Not of what they look like,whether they are sexy or hot or whatever.But of how they act around their woman,and what they do for them.

My boyfriend and I have been off and on for 3 years,and even though we've now moved in together,I still have this nagging fear that one morning he will wake up and decide he's had enough of me,and just up and leave.Why do I think this?Because I read about other boyfriends and see other women with their guys,and it just seems that their men are always more romantic,thoughtful,helpful and all-round more into them,than my boyfriend.

I know that is not truly the case.I mean,one never know what happens behind closed doors,and I know that it is really very stupid of me to compare our relationship with other people's,but television and popular music has kind of ingrained this perfect idea of how love and relationships are supposed to be.And honestly,if I measure our relationship by those standards,we come up WAY short of what is 'acceptable'.

But then I do start to think about everything he does do for me,and the way he makes me feel,and then I realise that no relationship is perfect,and I guess at the end of the day it is those imperfections that truly mean the most,and makes us love each other.

So,JC,I am sorry for the times I doubt you or critisize you unnecessarily.I love you with all my heart and could not even begin to imagine my life without you!

This is dedicated to you,my love.

I'm just not that into Summer

People can be seperated into two very different types of people.It's quite simple.On the one side you have winter people and on the other you have summer people.

I am a definite winter-person.There is nothing I love more than being at home,sitting on the couch,watching a good movie,all snuggled up,while the rain is pouring outside,or it is freezing,to the point where I have to wear not only my pj's,a coat,two pairs of socks and a scarf,but also this cooky looking cap my mom knit for me a few winters back.I love it,and can't wait each year for the weather to turn cold.I literally count down the days,until it is supposed to start getting colder.

Why do I love winter more than summer you ask?Well,that's pretty easy to answer,and here are some of my reasons:

1.You can warm yourself up,but you can't make yourself cool in the summer (we only have an ancient aircon in our apartment,and that is only in the living room,so if you go into the bedroom,you're shit out of luck.Also,we don't have a pool,so swimming is out of the question.)

2.There's no sweating.None,except when you're maybe exerting yourself during sexy times with your lovie.Which isn't the bad kind of sweat anyway.What is the 'bad' kind of sweat do you ask?Well,it's the kind where you just got out of the shower,you've hardly done anything more than put on your make up or tied your shoes,and yet the sweat is already running down your back into all the cracks and crevices that seem to be made to catch your sweat.

3.No mosquitoes.Now this is a BIG reason to love winter,because I've got to tell you,I am dying from the itchiness of about 20 mosquitoe bites right now,all centred around my ankles.Either the mosquitoes are loving my B- blood type,or I am just inherently pre-disposed to be bitten more by the buggers,because my boyfriend,who sleeps next to me every single night,has yet to sport a single,freaking bite.Little assholes.

4.You have an excuse to stay in and procrastinate.Because to be honest,I love to do nothing.I can do nothing pretty much all the time,and not even feel the tiniest bit guilty about it.Unfortunately,doing nothing seems to be frowned upon by a lot of the people I know,because a lot of them seem to feel like if you stop doing something for one minute,you will fall down dead,right there on the spot.So come winter time,when it is cold and raining,it is so lovely to decline offers for parties,bbq's and other types of gatherings where things are required to be done,based on the fact that it is too cold to leave the house.Excuse given,problem solved.

Now,I'm not saying that summer is completely bad,I mean almost everything in life has some good in it.I do like the fact that the day is longer in summer and that there are more pretty flowers about to look at.Also there is nothing cuter than little kids only walking around in diapers because it's too hot for clothes.Especially if they have those little Buddha bodies (like my one nephew).

However,I am a VERY fair-skinned,originally (although I have dyed my hair so many times,my hair is now quite uncertain what its natural color is supposed to be) red haired,green-eyed girl,so living in a very sunny,warm country like South Africa,can be like a death sentence to me.Death by UVB and UVA rays.I have the freckles and messed up skin to show for years of trying to survive summers in South Africa.Not unlike some people have battle scars to show in which wars they've been.

So,after years of trying to turn myself into a tan girl,I finally gave up,and have,for the last 8 years or so,turned myself into a spectacle every time I do something summery like going swimming or going to an outside bbq.I wear longsleeved shirts,slatherings of 50 SPF sunblock,a variety of hats and huge sunglasses.Even my friends (who all,by the way,have lovely tanned,dark skin) laugh at me every time and actually make fun of me.But alas,this is my curse,and I will have to carry it,for all eternity.

But I guess covering up is a MUCH better alternative to looking like this.

Freaking hell I'm bored with myself!

Argh!I am so over spending time with myself.This weekend,just like all the others in the last two months,consisted of doing basically nothing.And although it is nice to relax and let down my hair at home,I am dying to leave town a little and DO something...anything.I'm not picky.

On Friday evening the boyfriend and I basically vegged out on the couch,eating chicken and chips,watching old James Bond movies and laughing at the kitten attacking the chicken bone like it was her mortal enemy.One must note that the chicken bone was nearly as long as her,and probably also weighed nearly the same as her.Eventually she sort of got over the whole bone thing,and I threw it in the rubbish bin.A while later I realised she was missing.Now,our apartment is basically only three rooms.The livingroom/kitchen in one,the bedroom and a miniscule bathroom.So there isn't a whole lot of options for her to disappear to.I could hear her wriggling around somewhere,and discovered where she had disappeared to.The rubbish bin.She had jumped from a little side table,into the rubbish bin,to get back the chicken bone she had attacked earlier.Obviously,she wasn't done.My little hobo-cat.

We had a little mini-drama on Friday night as well.At around 8 pm my boyfriend decided to take a shower,before our first movie was scheduled to start.Afterwards,he told me the shower now looked more like a bath,because the water wasn't going down the drain,but instead staying exactly where it was.I wasn't too worried,because the shower had been doing this for a couple of weeks,but the water usually seeped out in a relatively short time.However,3 hours later,I went to take my shower,and the water level was exactly the same as after his shower!And by now the water was cold as well.So I had a quick 2 minute shower,and hoped that the shower wouldn't overflow while I was in there.

So Saturday morning,I got up to use the toilet,and checked the shower again,and sure as s***t,there was still water left from the night before!And now,the shower was dirty as well.Now,if anything about me is true,it's the fact that I hate cleaning,especially on the weekends.JC (my boyfriend) decided to get to the bottom of the problem,before I had a breakdown,and could possibly injure him in the process.

Bottom line,he pulled out the biggest hairball out of the shower drain pipe,that I have ever seen.It looked like a huge,dead sewage rat.Extremely disgusting to say the least.Now he keeps going at me that it was my hair,even though we've only been in the apartment for about a month.So if it were my hair,I'd have to be bald right now.Which,thank God,I'm not.

After that little problem was fixed,I forced JC into making Maya (the kitten) a little scratchpost.Since we are completely broke,we used scrap pieces of wood,and wool,to make a little welfare scratchpost,until I can get to a petshop and buy her a better one.Poor little angel probably felt sorry for her mom and dad for trying so hard,so almost immediately after JC finished it,she was jumping around on it,scratching away.I'm just afraid in a few months time,she's going to weigh a LOT more than the scratchingpost.

Saturday afternoon my sister and my niece came to visit,we had a few drinks and had a braai.While sitting in the living room having a drink,my sister was so enthralled by the cuteness that is Maya,that she accidentally dropped her drink and managed to spill it over like 3/4 of the living room and kitchen.A magic drink.And I swear to you all,not only did she mop the floor,my boyfriend mopped it,and I later mopped the floor twice,but the floor is still sticky!I don't know what the hell is in that drink,but it is never coming into my apartment again.It is the drink of the devil,because it forced me to clean the apartment.And on a Saturday evening no less.

Sunday morning I realised I had to go do some laundry,otherwise JC would have no clean work clothes today,so I went to my Mom's house (which also serves as my 'laundromat' until I get my own washing machine) and did the washing in record time.It was really,really hot outside,and with my fair little skin,I had to run around hanging up the washing like I was competing on American Gladiator or something.Hell,cleaning the house,and some physical exercise all in one weekend.That's a new record.I guess I didn't do as little as I thought.Well,by my standards anyway.

Either way,this weekend my mom,niece,JC and I are going to Wellington to visit my brother and his wife.I can't wait,because I haven't seen my nephews in like 2 months,and the little one,Daniel,seems to have grown a bunch since then (according to the pictures I've seen).Even though we're not really going to party,I think it will still be really good for JC and me to get out of the house for a weekend.We've been kind of like hermits the last month,and it definitely makes us get on each others' nerves more than we should.So yeah,can't wait for Friday!

This is the forecast EVERY weekend

Well,to be honest,not always the drunk part so much,but very much the horny part.My poor boyfriend.

Yay yay it's Friday!

I'm as happy as a cat who stole some cream today.It's really cloudy out this morning,and it's FRIDAY!That's the best thing of all!

Ok,so I had like two days off last week,and two days the week before,but I haven't had a real holiday in over a year,and I'm really starting to feel the effects.So,the closest thing I can get to a nice relaxing holiday,is a nice relaxing weekend at home with my love.

Except,my love usually ends up wanting to go somewhere or do something,although he always says before the weekend that he can't wait to just lie around the apartment and do nothing (which,by the way,is my favorite thing in the world to do).So I'm pretty sure we'll end up having a braai (South African barbeque) at his parents or going out for drinks or something.Even though we have no money for luxuries like going out right now.

Geez,see?I've started off being happy about the cooler weather and it being Friday,and somehow I get to moaning again.I'll have to blame it on PMS,although since I got my injection in November (birth control), I'm not really all that sure what time of the month it is,and I'm pretty much moody the whole time.The next injection is on January 21st,so hopefully after the second round,my hormones will start levelling out,and my boyfriend will be able to rest a little easier.

Only a little though.

Money,well,the lack of money

I am such a loser.Even with my boyfriend and I living together now, I hardly ever have any money to buy anything except the bare necessities like food and cleaning products.What the hell am I doing wrong?

I mean,we don't have a car at the moment,and our apartment is relatively inexpensive.Also,we never go out and party anymore (not that we can anyway,seeing as we live in Hicksville,where there are no parties).But somehow,no matter how hard I try,I am always broke at least two weeks before payday.Which is the case again this month.It is still like three weeks before payday,and I already don't know if I'll have enough money for food by the last week of January.

This sounds like we are freaking needy or something,and I probably shouldn't complain,because there are people who are WAY worse off than we are,but obviously even thinking of all of those needy people won't stop me from worrying about my own stupid money problems,because I am in the mood to complain and be miserable,and luckily for me,I usually create situations for myself,which I can then complain about for at least a few days afterward.

I suck.

My corner of the world - Citrusdal, South Africa

This shows a map of the Western Cape, the most beautiful part of South Africa, in my opinion

This is a view of Citrusdal,as seen from the Elephantsriver Mountain

This is the entrance to the town.It is really quite small

South Africa.For a lot of people the mention of the countries’ name, brings on only thoughts of apartheid and nothing else of note.

Well, yes, apartheid was a big thing in the history of South Africa, but honestly, we have been democratic for over 14 years, and we have so much more to offer than just politics.

My family has always lived in South Africa. More specifically, my fathers’ family has always lived in this one small town, about 2 hours’ drive from Cape Town, the Mother City. It’s called Citrusdal, because we are set in a valley between two mountain ranges, the Elephantsriver Mountains and the Cederberg Mountain Range, and also obviously because we are a huge contributor to the citrus exports of South Africa.

I love my little town.Now, I don’t know what little towns around the world are like, but my little town, is quite nice. Well, we don’t have many shops to choose from, and certainly no cinema or clubs, but I enjoy the unspoilt living we have here. Sure, there are some thefts or break ins, but mostly we can still get by without safety bars in front of our windows, and kids can still ride their bikes all the way across town to go visit a friend, without having to worry about being hurt or abducted.

Our town has all the essentials, a school, church, hospital, a lawyer, accountant, butcher, pharmacy, you know, all the people you need to make a town a town. I understand why lots of people emigrate overseas, to places like Australia and England. Those places do seem incredible. But really, are they that much safer or cheaper than my country? I mean, for me, it would have to get really,really bad here before I would consider leaving, because this is my heritage, and all of my family is here.

I would never be able to leave my little corner of the world and settle somewhere completely different, but that’s just me. I am very resistant to change, and would probably never change anything in my life if things didn’t break or get old. Sentimentality is a curse.

But I guess the point is, I just wanted a chance to show you all some pictures of my beautiful country, because yes, we do have crime, corruption and high food and gas prices, but we also have incredibly beautiful scenery and amazing people living here. No place on earth is all bad, or all good, and I guess in that scheme of things, South Africa is probably in that little grey area between bad and good. Which lets face it, isn’t all that bad a place to be.

If you'd like to learn more about Citrusdal, check out this site.