Wednesday, January 31, 2007
Carrying with it dreams of you and I
Leaving behind precious memories
Daydreams of a walk beneath the trees
I see your face reflected in the sea
I see your smile and deep brown eyes
I hear your voice calling out to me
Hear your laughter ringing in my head
At night I dream of your loving arms
Wrapped around me, holding me tight
Soft, whispered words rocking me to sleep
Your love fills my life, always mine to keep
As the sun sinks below the horizon
I think of you and smile to myself
One day soon we'll be re-united
Forever to share this daydreaming love
Tuesday, January 30, 2007
Monday, January 29, 2007
Have you ever watched those little hairy worms in your back garden and wonder where they're going, what they're doing? Well, my sister and I did. We spent hours observing them, collecting them and feeding them on leaves and little flower petals. Now, my older sister is not at all fond of creepy crawlies and our little "hobby" totally did not appeal to her. She isn't so bad now, I must say, but then was quite a different story.
My younger sister and I used to have our little "meetings" on top of the courtyard wall. We'd bring our collections of worms, old and small alike, and then feed them and watch them roaming around. We'd watch them go into cocoons and then emerge a few days later as orange butterflies. The only problem with these worms was that they were rather smelly. Other than that we thought they were great!
One day we happened to discover something which led to some very profound thinking and scheming on our part. We found out quite per accident that if we sat up on the walls underneath the thick parts of the tree, we could throw some of our little comrades down upon unsuspecting older sisters. It was a few days before we were actually caught red handed. And then we were really in for it! We got such a talking to for being so insensitive and so on, which we really deserved, but it was just so funny to watch our older sister squeal and wriggle and perform the most entertaining moves whilst trying to get the worms out without squishing them. We nearly fell off the wall we were giggling so much!!
After the talking to we were warned not to throw worms at her again or else we'd get a thrashing. This was enough to make us stop...or so you'd think! Well, it didn't. My younger sister and I had the best intentions, really we did, but there came a day when the older sister just really made us very angry and then we forgot all good intentions and flung our little hairy buddies at her in a rage.
The ensueing chaos and screaming brought my mother out to see what all the raucous was about and after she had calmed the older sister down enough to quiet the screams and threats being hurled our way, Mother turned her glare on us. We knew we were going to get it now! And we sure did...when my dad came home we got the promised thrashing and never again did we throw worms at the older sister.
I won't say that I never wanted to again but I didn't. One thrashing was enough for me.
The funny thing is, though, that now I wouldn't dream of even picking up those worms...they kind of gross me out :o) Who would ever have thought?
Well, time to hop it, I have another interview session coming up just now and my boss is here as well. So I better got before I get caught blogging instead of working :o)
Saturday, January 27, 2007
Friday, January 26, 2007
*looks out the window* HAH! As I speak....er....type, the dark clouds are pulling in and this time it looks like they'll be staying a while. The air has chilled quite a bit too....oh *blush* its the fan under my desk blowing cold air onto me. hahahaha...forgive me but my brain's suffering from being in over-drive all morning.
The boss and I did interviews this morning and boy oh boy was it interesting! We probably received about 25 or 30 CV's and then I had the very "pleasant" job of sifting through them and deciding which ones were to come in for an interview. I finally found five who merited an interview and I got them to come in.
I've never met a more mottled crew...or a more unsuitable one!
Candidate one was very nice, had a lovely personality and a pretty smile but her family had immigrated to another country and we think she will join them before long sooooo...
Candidate two was the best of the lot! She was pretty, had a wonderful sense of humor, didn't hum and haw during questioning and wasn't bossy or over-confident. She was, in a word, perfect.
Candidate three nearly gave me heart failure. She was bossy, pushy and was just rather off-putting. I took an instant dislike to her as did my boss. So she was immediately crossed off the list of "2nd interviewees".
Candidate four...the less said the better. It took almost an hour to get the smell of her perfume out the office and whilst she was there we could barely breathe!
Candidate five was...in a word...striking. She was blonde, beautiful and wanting far more for a salary than this sort of job would ever pay. So we don't have very high hopes for her.
So far its up to candidate number two. I am really putting all my money on her, she's not only the best candidate so far for the job, I took rather a big liking to her and would love to work with her and train her. She's a quick learner, pleasant conversationalist and has good character.
We'll see what Monday's interviews bring in but I think I have already decided.
Thursday, January 25, 2007
1. The new fashion trends (short mini skirts, stripey multi-colored knee socks and flip-flops/thongs to name a few)
2. Grinning like a maniac at people driving past me (nearly caused an accident once cos the guy was so busy trying to figure out why the heck I was grinning at him that he wasn't watching where he was going, skipped a red light and narrowly missed hitting an oncoming car!)
3. Singing Spongebob Squarepants and getting everyone humming and then they're hopping mad cos they can't get the tune out of their heads and they don't even like ol' Spongey!
4. Dancing in the rain on the way home from work.
5. Making up funny one-liners to shock my family and then cause them to collapse into giggles and guffaws.
6. Telling blonde jokes...which I make up based on things that I've done. Amazing how I get away with it!!!
7. Telling people my mother puts weed in her salads *giggle* this one gets me each time! For my definition of weed...read my earlier posts. I can't remember which one it was exactly but its in there somewhere.
8. Teasing my older sister about her age. She's convinced she's "on the shelf" (need I say more??? this term comes out of the early 1800's!!!)
9. Writing on my blog, this is definitely amusing for me as I remember all the funny things that happened to me years ago.
10. Watching Seven Brides for Seven Brothers. If you haven't seen it, watch it! My dad got us to watch it years ago and I've been hooked on those cow-punching macho brothers ever since.
11. Observing people whilst drinking coffee in a coffee shop. You learn a lot about people just by watching them!
12. Spending an all night movie night with my younger sister. She's a total laugh!
13. Contemplating where I came from and where I am going! (what a mystery!)
Seriously, though, he's my favourite character from Madagascar, the movie, and I watched the movie three times just to see him make those big eyes and the wobbly lip and start bawling when Alex spoke to him. He made me think of a little kid I used to look after. He was a little brat but just the most adorable kid ever and I miss him like crazy!
This is a really random posting because my brain is jumping around like a monkey on a trampoline who got high on E (the monkey, not the trampoline). No idea wants to stay formed, no thought wants to be properly expressed. Instead of sense, out comes just about a bit of everything that might be ridiculous and out of the ordinary. My boss is at his wit's end as to what to do with me...he's decided to just laugh and tell me I need to make an apointment with a shrink ~chuckle~ How people do understand me :)
Today there has been a veritable stream of incoming CV's. I get all emotional and teary eyed whenever I allow myself to think that I will soon have to hand over the reigns to someone else. Its going to be hard, real hard! My boss asked me to sit in on the interviews and help him decide because a woman has hidden intuition and can often tell another woman's character from the way she speaks, the things she says and the way she walks. So, now I have to sift through all the applications and put all the suitable ones on a pile (which is already quite a pile!!) and then next week my boss and I will go through them and make arrangements for interviews. And then we'll see if there are any good candidates. I already like the look of this one CV and am going to make sure he looks at that one first. Somehow I just get the feeling its the right choice but we'll see when it comes to the interview. Sometimes the intuition thing ditches me when its most important!
Hold thumbs everyone...hopefully we'll get the right person this time!
Wednesday, January 24, 2007
Goosey goosey gander
Where shall I wander
Upstairs or downstairs
Or in my lady's chamber
There I met an old man
Who would not say his prayers
So I took him by his left leg
And threw him down the stairs
There's a reason it was the left leg and not the right one? I always wandered about that when my mom told me this rhyme.
Anyways, I digress...
Waaaaaay back in the 80's when I was still a little kid, we were staying on a small holding in a farm community. We loved it and had a lot of friends and between us we would visit and be visited all the time. We'd tell my mom we were popping over to see so-and-so and then dash off laughing and picking blackberries along the way. The dirtier we got the better...in fact, by the time we'd get to our destination we were filthy and we would then compare dirt smudges with our buddies. It was the greatest time and I'll never forget playing hide and seek in amongst the bramble bushes...snacking on brambles and getting red juice stains on my clothes, all over my face and on my hands and legs and arms. It was life at its best!
(bear with me, I do have a point, your honour)
On our little farm, as we called it, we had two geese. Their names, were Biddy and Buddy (I'll leave you to decide which was which though it shouldn't be too hard....cos I'm going to tell you now anyways). Biddy used to lay these huge eggs and my dad told my sister and I that we were in charge of collecting them. What fun! At least, we thought it was fun until our first expedition.
My younger sister and I gathered at the bottom of the garden to plan a strategy of how to get the eggs. We decided to go for the subtle approach. We nonchalently per-accidently walked past the nest a couple of times and counted how many eggs there were. There were two. Great!! One each. We walked past the nest a third time and then made a grab for an egg each and then it was full steam ahead. We ran hell-for-leather up to the house, but we weren't fast enough! Halfway up the hill, Biddy caught up to us, with Buddy in tow, and boy did we get a pecking for stealing her eggs!!! She was so upset that we had the audacity to even think about taking her eggs that she added a screeching squawk to the pecking and I think that frightened us more than the pecking did *giggle*
The next day we got to show our friends our magnificently blue and purple bruises (don't EVER let me hear you say that it couldn't possibly have caused a bruise...you don't know our animals, they're sadists and delight in the impossible!) and brag about how we got them. Of course, come that afternoon we weren't bragging anymore...we were almost begging my mom not to make us go back out there and do it again. However, my dad had given us a job to do so we had to do it. Surely we could think of something to distract the geese? That was it! Yours truly got the job of distracting the irate Biddy and Buddy and my sister said she would grab the eggs and flee. So, that's what we did. I irritated the geese until they were ready to peck my eyes out and whilst I was so doing, my sister grabbed the eggs and sprinted as fast as her short little stubby legs could go up the hill. It wasn't fast enough though. Biddy gave an outraged shriek and off she shot like a bolt of lightning after my very unfortunate sister.
The next day, as I was gloating over the fact that I didn't have any bruises at all this time and that my old bruises were finally turning to a faded yellowish green color, my mother came in and said that today I would have to get the eggs on my own because she had to take my sister to the dentist.
Hoooooooboy....did I only regret the gloating!! That evening I showed my sister the three spectacularly purple/black bruises forming on my arm and leg. She gave a delighted chortle and after that I was forgiven for being so nasty the previous day.
The next day, however, it was back to teamwork, but that evening my sister was even more bruised and pecked than any previous time. She went crying to my dad and he then gave her this very wise advice.
Sweetheart, when Biddy comes up to bite you, you must turn around, grab her by the neck, give her a good shaking and tell her not to chase you. She won't chase you or peck you again. Try it!
Well, the next day was no different to the other previous days. My sister and I went through our strategy, changed a few things and then made a dash for the nest. Biddy took off after my sister the moment she got her hands on the eggs but this time she was in for a surprise.
My sister heard Biddy gaining on her and all of a sudden she stopped short, turned around and grabbed the very surprised Biddy by her neck, shook her till her beak started making snapping noises, and yelled "Don't you bite me!!! Don't you bite me!!!" Buddy was so surprised to see his lady being shaken about like that, he couldn't manage more than an open-beaked stare. I was quite surprised myself but I didn't say a word, just watched.
My sister gave Biddy one more fierce shaking and then let her go. Biddy looked up, blinked, turned around and walked sedately away! Buddy stared for a moment and then walked after her.
My sister looked at their retreating backs, chortled delightfully and ran home to tell my dad that his advice had worked. My dad was caught quite off guard because he hadn't meant that she should really actually do it! Hahahaha...we had a good laugh about it and even now we still tell this story to people around a braai fire or family gathering.
I got to work an hour early, which is later for me than usual, and with the walk-in I was bombarded with work and I didn't get chance to breathe or even look at the clock until almost 1pm! This is a first for the past two months so it was a welcome change. I worked so hard this morning that it was only when my boss finally left that I glanced at the clock and saw it was after lunch time and then with that realisation came a huge *GROWL* from my stomach to let me know that it hadn't eaten since yesterday morning. So I warmed up my lunch which was my dinner and sat eating it whilst printing out stock movement reports and checking through all my stock. Mostly it balances now although there are some few discrepancies which need to be sorted out but those won't take too long to find, hopefully.
I wanted to write a nice long entry and tell you the latest story but I shall have to keep it for next time as there isn't time now. In case I forget...the story is about my younger sister and the geese!! This is to remind me so that when I next come on to blog I shall see this post and remember what I was going to write about :o)
I also need to tell you about Bruno and Lotty...yeah, you guys will just love that story :o)
Cheers for now, and thanks Sarge and Ian and Bungz for the tips...I couldn't get it to work, though. Don't you guys just wanna come over and help me?
40 days and counting till lift off!!!!!!!
Tuesday, January 23, 2007
I wonder if England will be so much more different than South Africa? I mean it's just another country and another culture, but its not that different. There's a different currency and yet that doesn't change the people.
When I was there a while ago for a visit, I thought it was quite a lot like here, except that more people travel by train or bus and you also don't travel very far to get from one town to the next.
As for the people, well, in most cases they're the same as here, really. Except for the accent and I noticed that the people in the smaller towns like Daventry etc. tended to be more friendly than the people here. And yet they could perhaps be compared to our farm communities. I know lots of very friendly farmers and even townspeople. Its all very relative, really.
So far I'd say that it wouldn't be too much of a shock going over there and settling in. I'll be well and truly independant then, and will have to make the most and best of everything that comes my way, but in these last few months I have learnt how to do that and how to be happy and contented with the simple things in life.
One definate difference, though, is the food. When I was there last time it was hard to get fresh fruit and vegetables at a good price (this meaning not paying an arm or a leg or a couple of inches!). I'm realy crazy about freshly steamed vegetables and also fresh fruit shakes so its going to be really hard for me to adjust to the change in diet, unless things have changed a lot since I was last there. And I have been assured that quite a bit has changed so perhaps it won't be hard to adjust at all :o)
However, no matter what happens, I am sure I will manage to survive!
Guess its just hard to imagine that I'll be leaving in just under 5 weeks!! Hoepfully I'll be able to get some sleep before I leave as I haven't been sleeping well at all lately.
My mind just can't shut down at night and so I lie awake making lists and dreaming about what it will be like, wondering what sort of work I'll end up doing and so on. And then during the day I have to work so then my mind must stay active. Its exhausting!!
My clients have started commenting on the fact that I'm beginning to look like hell on feet...very flattering, I'm sure! The moisterizer and night cream don't seem to be helping either...I'm doomed to look old and haggard before my time ~chuckle~ BRING IT ON!
Simple solution would be to find something that makes my brain shut down. Preferably something that doesn't include strong alcohol or any sort of drug substance ~chuckle~
I got a couple of hours of sleep in last night so hopefully they will tide me through until the weekend when I will be able to get some proper sleep...hopefully!
Monday, January 22, 2007
Embracing all with love
Her laughter reaches out
Touching everyone with joy
The sun shines upon her
Sunlight twinkles in her eyes
She makes the most of every day
And fills our lives with happiness
Her life just is not easy
Never does she complain
Makes the best of everything
Its always shine instead of rain
A little girl so special
So loved and so adored
An angel to be cherished
Thursday, January 18, 2007
One woman's CV contained a list of places she had worked previously and at first I thought she hadn't even added personal information because I couldn't find it between the eight or nine pages of places where she has worked. I found it eventually, tucked away and nestled in between job #8 and job #9. Under her personal information she had put her height (???) and...wait for it...HER WEIGHT!!! I mean, come on, seriously...who on earth puts their weight on a CV? You could've knocked me over with a feather when I read that, it was just unbelievable. Even more unbelievable was how much she weighed, which I shan't mention here. Honestly, though, how many of you would even think of putting your weight down on a CV for a job you might not even get? Why weight, of all things??? If I am not mistaken we even got a description of her hair color and eye color. Weird!!
Then there are the men. I am not really even going to touch on this one because I have just watched disbelievingly how one man sent in a ten page CV with lists and lists of the places he has worked since high school! Come on, I thought one put the most recent jobs only...not a history of your job description at every place you've worked since graduating. Its amazing what these people come up with.
My CV is about three pages max. and its very to the point. I can't think of anything worse than having to read through nine or ten paegs of job descriptions. Nobody will do it! Plus, its pretty much considered unprofessional to have that much information in your CV. I was told to make mine short and sweetly succulent, which I proceeded to do. The only concession to me as a person was to put in Sense of Humor: Excellent! And that was it :)
Seriously, I can't wait to see what other people apply for this post, its very amusing to me, really it is!
Wednesday, January 17, 2007
Normally though, with one of these "those" days, I tend to be very downhearted and slightly down in the dumps.
Today is different. I am not only really positive, but I am quite excited as well. Its Wednesday today which means that tomorrow is Thursday and that means that its only another two days before I should hear whether or not I have got my visa. Today is the first day that I have actually sat down and thought about it and now the excitement is almost uncontainable!! I refused to think about it yesterday and Monday because they were still too far away from Thursday and Friday but now that it's Wednesday...well, anything is possible on a Wednesday! :o)
Perhaps another reason for being so happy is that I have a few new people visiting my blog. I never dreamed when I started writing on it that anyone would actually read my ramblings and bits of madness...yet already there are quite a few who are regulars and who provide the salsa for my weedy salad of ups and downs, ins and outs. Thank you all, you bring beautiful little numbers (in the comments bar) to my blog and I appreciate it!
On the news front there is still not too much. I went to the movies last night with my dad (who is now trying to spend as much time with his daughters as possible before we all leave) and my two sisters. We went to go and watch a Night in the Museum which was perhaps a little funnier the second time round. I still love the little monkey Dexter and I had a good laugh at old Attila the Hun who just wants to rip people. I am not much of a Ben Stiller fan although he has made one or two really funny movies (none which come to mind right now) and I suppose he just takes a bit of getting used to. I prefer Hugh Grant, though, and Colin Firth. Oh yes, and I mustn't forget that Owen Wilson made his appearance in the museum movie as well. That was quite a surprise, but he played his small (pun intended) part expertly and afforded everyone in the house quite a few laughs.
I was peering out the window and all of a sudden the sun decided to come out from behind the clouds and shine right into my office...for like ten seconds! Its gone again now but the warmth felt good while it lasted. I was getting so cold this morning, I guess its cos I am not feeling quite myself. Must have been that fish last night. I knew I should never have agreed to try a bite. I'm allergic to iodine...which fish has in plenty when cooked. I had one (only one!!!) bite of the fish and now I am all sorts of temperatures and have blurry vision and am so tired I can barely keep awake. Hence the lots of writing on my blog :o)
I have been valiantly battling off the flu which everyone seems to be catching and either its finally beginning to catch me or it really is just the fish. I'll have to see how I feel tomorrow.
Its almost 1pm and I think that after work I shall toddle off to the little ice cream shop down the road and get another one of those delicious cone ice-creams which I used to live off a couple of years ago. That and cherry liquer chocolates...yum!! I was told you couldn't get drunk or tipsy from liquer chocolates...yeah right! I got way tipsy one day but I think it was due to the headache pills I took, then the stress and added to that I ate two boxes of the liquer chocolates. I was one very happy Angel that day ~chuckle~ My colleague had a good laugh at me, kept on trying to make me say big words because they always came out all jumbled. Now I don't need an overdose of chocolates to make my words come out jumbled, they do anyways! Perhaps because my thoughts are scrambled too. I now speak in code...which just about nobody can understand :o)
Tuesday, January 16, 2007
Yes, this is my job. I sit in this office all day long, hardly see a soul (or a person, for that matter) and just about never get to speak much unless by some miracle the phone rings or a client pitches up. And the worst part is that this has been the description of my job for the past three months. I'm not complaining, really, at least...not in the strict sense of the word. You see, I love my job, I love my boss, I love the peace and quiet, I love all my customers...but seriously, its just too quiet at the moment. If it wasn't for my blog and the fact that I get the chance to write quite a bit and also browse all the other great blogs out there in Blogger-munity, I would have been completely mad by now.
I'm a people person, I love company and I love to talk (as if my blog doesn't already give that away!).
The music has been playing real loud all day but it doesn't take away the silence that is hanging heavy in the room, nothing seems to get rid of it! I now know why being put into solitary confinement was such an awful form of punishment. Good thing they can't punish one for making too many entries in one day on your blog!!! What is this...my third entry for the day? Or is the fourth? I can't remember.
Its official...I'm mad :o)
Die kar se klutch en brieke fail
Hond smeer my nuwe romp vol kwyl
Die koek val plat, ek’s laat vir werk
O kriek hier kom makroebel!
Die geyser lek, die bad loop oor
My yskas het alweer ontdooi
Die krag is af, die kerse op
Hiert jy, hier kom makroebel!
Daai pesky ou man Murphy
Is uit om my te kry
Alles loop net erg verkeerd
Maar toe kom jy na my
Die reën is weg, die son kom uit
En als loop weer 'n reguit lyn
Jy's hier om my te help en lei
Vanaf Julie deur na Mei
Monday, January 15, 2007
Mrs. B (the landlady) is dreadfully ill, sounds like pneumonia, and I've been caring for her now for three days. Mostly she just sleeps which is good because her body is really exhausted and needs the rest. However, when she is awake I bring soup, soft rolls, water and tea and try to make her as comfortable as possible. The worst is that I can't say anything funny otherwise she starts to laugh which then ends up in a dreadful coughing bout which sounds as though her lungs are collapsing!! I wish I could persuade her to go to a doctor but she is real stubborn and right now she's not going to leave the house. Its better this way, if she goes out now it might make things worse. I sure hope she gets better soon!
I heard this morning that Oklahoma is going through a really dreadful ice storm...apparently there are scores of people without electricity and others have even died! I was in Oklahoma two years ago (seems like just yesterday) and then it was really hot, summer. I guess I just never thought it would be declared a disaster area. Its really sad and my prayers go out to all living there.
Sgt. Dub's wife is in Oklahoma...sir, I truly hope your family is safe. It must be awful not being able to be there.
I guess its in these crisis situations that we realise just how precious life really is, how blessed we are to be alive. No matter how bad our trials are, there is always someone else out there who is going through something a lot worse!
Well...this is yet another one of my rambling, random posts. I started out with no clear idea of what I was going to write about and it seems I wrote just about whatever came into my mind. Good luck in making any sense of it all :o)
The air was fresh, clear and crisp. I left my hair loose for a change and the breeze that was blowing was just what I needed to dry it for me. I couldn't stop smiling and laughing just at the pure, unadulterated joy in being alive! Seriously, there isn't anything more wonderful than LIFE. I lay in bed last night thinking about it and just thanking God that I was alive and able to do all the things I do. Being able to run, shout, sing, dance, laugh...how many of us actually take the time to be grateful for this? In the humdrum of our busy lives we often forget to be thankful for the little things we take for granted. I've tried this year so far to take the time to be thankful, to make a list of all my blessings...and my trip to England is sure near the top of that list!
Before I do any other planning and packing, though, I am going to have to nurse my landlady who has come down with the most dreadful flu virus. She can't talk without wheezing and coughing and her balance is completely off so I've been fetching and carrying for her as much as possible. Shame, she is really ill and I felt awful having to leave her alone at home this morning to come to work. I did leave her equipped with three books, my CD player and a couple of Cd's so hopefully that should keep her busy till I get home. Yesterday I was talking to her and she just fell asleep in the middle of our non-dialogue (I was doing all the talking, she was doing all the nodding). I need to get her better before she gives the flu to me and I can't afford to get sick now!
Other than that there is no news on the home front. I am just hopping around like the mad hatter getting things done and getting ready to train the new person who will be taking over by me here at work. Its going to be weird teaching someone else how to do my job!
Friday, January 12, 2007
Lately my computer has been giving me quite a few problems yet amidst all the problems and the rising blood pressure said computer is causing, I can't help but smile as I remember a similar situation with our very old, very outdated PC called Percy. He really didn't have much, did ol' Percy, but he was good for a computer game or two, typing Word documents and printing out letters. That is, until he turned geriatric and need to be rolled around.
After numerous times of receiving a blue screen (such a horrid sight!) in the middle of an important document (when Percy forgot that when we said "save" we really did mean "SAVE"!) my father decided to take him down to get looked at. On arriving at the IT Shrink, Percy was hooked up to life machines and given the once over. He worked perfectly, all was in order, said the Shrink. Little did the quack know that Percy was merely looking for attention, the plotting piece of pc metal! And then, when my dad got back home with Percy, he just refused to work.
So my dad unwired him, placed his hard-drive on the floor in the passage and started rolling him up and down the passage, bump...bump...bump.
After which he hooked him back up on life support and with a whirring and a gnashing of drivers, Percy started up and worked fine for the rest of the day.
Every time after that that we got a blue screen we just rolled that ol' hard drive down the passage and then hooked him back up and he worked! Amazing.
Nowadays the computers don't even have characters....they're just pieces of metal put together with intricate wiring for our use. More gadgets get added each year and more viruses are created. Not to mention there are more hackers out there and more IT technicians than there ever were before!!
I sure do miss old Percy, though. Those were the good old days!
Made it just in time, I did, and I managed to get inside before getting wet. I then put the kettle on for tea and sat down to start up my computer and play around a bit with my blog before I had to start the day's work.
I've enjoyed revamping my blog. Putting links on it and such. I've also been toying with the idea of throwing in some more little childhood stories. I was remembering one or two more recent stories that were rather hilarious but which I need to think over first before putting up here.
Since writing the above, the weather has cleared a little and there is actually light outside, whereas before it was dark! Or perhaps it is just my mood that has improved as the day has progressed. The idea of warm, delicious food waiting at home is certainly something that can improve my mood wonderfully, no matter in what mood I am in! Going home on a Friday to my parents place is always a highlight in my week. Okay, so I look forward to coming back into town to my own little pozzy at the end of Saturday evening but still, its nice to spend some time with the parents after not seeing them for a whole week. Besides, there isn't too much more time for me to spend with them so its nice to spend as much time as possible with them now.
I digress more and more...bear with me, please!
Drinking tea, listening to good music......all something that I add to my list of life's little pleasures. Ever since I was a baby I have had music in my life and it helps to relax, get rid of stress, lift broken spirits, ease anger and soothe pain. Plus it helps to create a bouncy atmosphere for one who is already in seventh heaven ~chuckle~
Today my thoughts just don't want to go in the direction I want them to so this entry is as random as my thought processes and my new year's resolutions!
Amazing how there are just those days when no matter how hard I try, I cannot make myself concentrate on whatever it is that I started thinking about. Even now I find that the original title for this entry has changed about three or four times as well as the original content. I cannot remember what on earth I was going to write about in the beginning but I do believe it had something to do with the weather. Oh well....the weather is too much spoken of as it is so I will just veer more and more of the weather path and blaze my own trail in my randomly random thoughts.
And soI reach the end of my entry....yet it is but a beginning!
Thursday, January 11, 2007
Now I am awaiting a letter from head office to say that I have indeed been working for this company and that I have indeed been earning this salary and that its all fine for me to go.
And on the visa forms they ask if I have ever had a criminal record (you mean other than hugging the trees and stealing flowers from old ladies' gardens on my way to work?) and whether or not I have used drugs (would this include the weed my mom throws into the salads?). I answered no to both accounts!!
Let me just classify weed here, for a moment. For me, everything that is green and has leaves (other than lettuce, obviously) is classified as weed. Not because of any narcotic influence it has on one, merely because it is green and has leaves. So a little while back I saw we were having salad for dinner yet again and I piped up with "Oh my...mother is feeding us weed again!" which brought shouts of laughter from the rest of the family and a shocked look from my mother. Ever since then its been a family joke.
Which is also why I have Weed as part of my name. I have been known to have weed-like qualities (making people happy etc.) and so I thought it fitting to throw it in here.
Like I said...my life's a salad!
Wednesday, January 10, 2007
Get Up and Win the Race!!
Quit, give up – you’re beaten
They shout out and plead
There’s just too much against you
This time you can’t succeed
And as I start to hang my head
In front of failure’s face
My downward fall is broken
By the memory of a race
New hope refills my weakened will
As I recall that scene
For just the thought of that short race
Rejuvenates my being
A children’s race, young boys, young men
How I remember well
Excitement sure, but also fear
It wasn’t hard to tell
They all lined up so full of hope
Each thought to win that race
Or tie for first or if not that
At least take second place
And fathers watch from off the side
Each cheering for his son
And each boy hoped to show his dad
That he would be the one
The whistle blew and off they went
Young hearts and hopes afire
Toe win- to be the hero there
Was each young boy’s desire
And one boy in particular
Whose dad was in the crowd
Was running in the lead and thought
My dad will be so proud
But as he speeded down the field
Across the shallow dip
The little boy who thought to win
Lost his step and slipped
He fell and with him hope
He couldn’t win it now
Embarrassed, sad, he only wished
To disappear somehow
But as he fell his dad stood up
And showed his anxious face
Which to the boy so clearly said
Get up and win the race
He quickly rose, no damage done
Behind a bit, that’s all
And ran with all his mind and might
To make up for the fall
So anxious to restore himself
To catch up and to win
His mind went faster than his legs
He slipped and fell again
He wished that he had quit before
With only one disgrace
I’m hopeless as a runner now
I shouldn’t try to race
But in the laughing crowd he searched
And found his father’s face
That steady look which said again
Get up and win the race
So he jumped up to try again
Ten yards behind the last
If I’m to gain those yards he thought
I’ve got to move real fast
Exerting everything he had
He gained eight or ten
But trying so hard to catch the lead
He slipped and fell again
Defeat! He lay there silently
A tear dropped from his eye
There’s no sense running anymore
Three strikes – I’m out, why try?
The will to rise had disappeared
All hope had fled away
So far behind, so error prone
A loser all the way
I’ve lost, so what’s the use, he thought
I’ll live with my disgrace
But then he thought about his dad
Who soon he’d have to face
Get up! An echo sounded low
Get up and take your place
You’re not meant for failure here
Get up! And win the race
With borrowed will, get up it said
You haven’t lost it all
For winning is not more than this
To rise each time you fall
So up he rose to win once more
And with a new commit
He resolved that win or lose
At least he wouldn’t quit
So far behind the others now
The most he’d ever been
Still he gave it all he had
And ran as though to win
Three times he fell in stumbling
Three times he’d rose again
Too far behind to hope to win
He still ran to the end
They cheered the running winner
As he crossed the line first place
Head held high and proud and happy
No falling, no disgrace
But when the fallen youngster
Crossed the line last place
The crowd gave him the greater cheer
For finishing the race
And even though he’d come in last
His head bowed low unproud
You would’ve thought he’d won the race
To listen to the crowd
And to his dad he sadly said
“I didn’t do so well”
“To me you won”, his father said
“You rose each time you fell”
And when things deem dark and hard
And difficult to face
The memory of that little boy
Helps me in my race
For all of life is like that race
Ups and downs and all
And all you have to do to win
Is rise, each time you fall
Quit, give up, you’re beaten
They still shout in my face
But another voice within me says
Get up! And win the race!
Other than that, this day has been nice and peaceful. I had some ordering and incoming stock to work on and then a few clients popped in quickly, which was nice. These past three months I haven't really seen too many clients and its great when they do come. Especially the ones that are friendly. Actually, most of the clients are friendly and so its a pleasure to serve them and wave them goodbye again. I am sure going to miss them all and will have to send regular updates to let them know how things are going when I am gone. I would just hand out my blog address but most of them aren't computer people and don't do things like check mails or surf the net or stuff that us other techos do ~chuckle~ So I suppose I will have to write mail to my boss and ask him to let everyone know all the news.
I'm listening to some Afrikaans music at the moment, thinking about the future, about how much is about to change. Somehow I still can't quite grasp the enormity of the move I am about to make...its too big. Perhaps it seems strange to most of you that I would feel this way, but let me explain.
I've grown up in a loving home, I did homeschooling and spent most of my time either with my family, or at the dairy farm where I worked. And then I worked with my younger sister. Our family is really close, we are pretty much very involved with each other's lives. I can't imagine life without any one of my family and indeed...I would in an instant give my life for any one of my family members. Perhaps its because of the love and respect that we were taught since we were tiny, or perhaps its just that we follow the example my parents set for us our whole lives long...whatever it is, its made my life different to the people around me. I don't know many people who can say they come from extremely happy, loving homes. This world is so full of break ups and heartache and there are so many children who never grow up in a home with a mother and father who are both there and active in their child's life. When I was in school for the first few years of my education, I got ridiculed because my dad would walk me to school every morning. At first I was ashamed...and then I picked up my head and gave the scorners a proud look which clearly stated that I didn't care what they thought, at least my father took the time to walk with me and drop me off at school, making sure I was safely inside before turning and going to work. He cared enough to do this, and after I realised the worth of this small, simple act, I didn't hesitate to hold my head up high, proud to have such a father. It wasn't long after that that the other children used to wait for us to get there! There would always be a bunch of kids situated right by the gate where my dad dropped me off, they would just be standing there and then they started waving at my dad as he cycled off. They didn't mock me after that.
Now that I am older I appreciate more the time and effort my parents spent on me. They gave me love, good advice, support and a wonderful loving home in which to grow up. They provided care and sympathy, hugs and most of all they gave me fulfillment. I never truly thanked them for that, nor did I fully appreciate it until now. Now that I have to get along without them right there.
True, they are only a phone call or a letter away, but if things ever go wrong, they can't just climb in the car and come over. This, however, is necessary and I do understand that. It doesn't ease the overwhelming feeling I have though. My throat is choking up just thinking about how much I really owe these two wonderful people in my life. I owe them my LIFE! And I will never forget it...NEVER!
Then there is my younger sister, who's always been more of a twin sister than a younger sister to me. She's been my bodyguard, my advisor and most of all my best friend. She's off to America in a couple of weeks. Quite some ways away...
And then there is my older sister. Already been to England and experienced it. Now she is handing down all her advice to me. She has tried to look out for me through the years and although I prefer to make my own way and remain stubbornly independant, I do appreciate all she has tried to do for me.
I've digressed quite a bit but I guess you get the point. My family mean the world to me and its just real hard to imagine life without them right next door. Although I can't imagine anything that would be more explosive than us all living right next door to each other ~grin~
The point, I guess, is that I shall miss them a lot!!
So, here's to family! Cheers!
Tuesday, January 09, 2007
In one part of the book, Rob Anybody (Nac Mac Feegle leader) and his little cohorts try to steal a sheep. Actually, they were busy stealing it. The Nac Mac Feegle are incredibly strong little men and so they just pick up whatever it is they want and carry it away.
The reason I mentioned all this is because it feels as though right now I am being carried on the hands of those very same Nac Mac Feegle! Its as though I am just hurtling along at incredible speed towards....well, towards a future, really. My future...
In a way this is quite scary and yet I am filled with unspeakable joy and an inner peace I haven't known before. Everything just seems right, all things falling into their right order and place. Amazing really, when I stop to think long and hard about it.
And all this because I blinked! What a mind blowing blink that turned out to be ~chuckle~
I digress...yet again...it seems that my mind is pretty much one track at the moment. I can't stop thinking about the trip. Although people have assured me this is normal, I still feel like I am just going on and on about it and boring the people who read this blog. Sorry!
I shall endeavor in future to focus less on the travel plans and more on...well....life in general, I think :o)
The Nac Mac Feegle are running away with me now...tarra till next time!
Monday, January 08, 2007
This is the sound that is reverberating through my mind as I wait in absolute breathlessness to find out whether or not the consulate will grant me my visa. Time might just as well be standing still, though, as it isn't moving nearly fast enough for me! I am counting the seconds, the minutes, the hours and the days to when I will climb on the plane and feel the excitement threatening to overwhelm me.
So, I haven't got the visa yet, but I have absolute faith that I will get it. Don't ask me why, its just this feeling of "nothing can go wrong" that I have and can't get rid of. Sometimes I wake up at night after dreaming that I had already landed at Heathrow Airport. And then when I lay down again and close my eyes I can feel the plane taking off...hear the announcements over the intercom, feel the cabin pressure, smell the conflicting aromas of countless passengers, see the clouds becoming little marshmallows beneath us...the smell of aeroplane food...UGH! That just succeeded in popping the bubble!
Personally, there is nothing worse than aeroplane food. I never did like it, since the first time I climbed on a plane and flew over to Pretoria to visit my grandparents. Its weird how little things bring back so many memories. I remember biting into what I thought was an orange and it ended up being a grapefruit ~chuckle~ Haven't liked the stuff since then, frankly. I was only 7 or so at the time, I think. It was school holidays and we were put on the plane to visit the grandparents for the three weeks. I loved the house, the rolling lawns, the guinea fowls that I used to feed by hand, the smell of the flowers my gran planted in her garden, the trips to the Kruger National Park and all the great sights and sounds. I remember it all so well, as though it happened only yesterday. Not all my memories are fond memories, but most of them are.
I am also really glad that I don't have any bad experiences on a plane. I remember flying back from Texas to Washington two years ago (was it really that long ago???). I had bought a fluffy stuffed cat and because I was quite heartbroken at leaving the States, I was clutching my kitty to me and stroking it as though it were a real cat. There is something soothing in stroking an animal and because I didn't have a real cat I made do with the one I did have. It caused quite a stir amongst the passengers and also our flight attendant, who was convinced it was a real cat. I think the flight attendant saw the tears in my eyes because he was very kind and showed us to our seats. And it wasn't five minutes later when the intercom came on and the pilot asked me to please bring my cat up to the flight deck! I was quite surprised and my tears dried up from the shock when the flight attendant came to my seat and asked me if I would mind if he took my cat up to the flight deck as the pilot and co-pilot wanted very much to see it. When I held out the cat to him he took it very gently (bless him) and smiled at me. Then he took it up to flight deck. The pilot then came on and started talking about how we were about to take off and that Kitty (for lack of another name) was going to help them navigate and we must all give a round of applause for the brave Kitty. ~grin~ Oh, it was so funny. I couldn't help smiling. And the flight attendant was just so kind and brought me extra juice and snacks and stopped to chat and everything. I was so grateful and I really wanted to just give him a hug for being so kind to a sad girl. Half way through the flight the pilot came back onto the intercom and announced that since he and the co-pilot had had a rough night, they were going to catch a cat-nap whilst Kitty took over and flew the plane the rest of the way. Then there came a very confident "miaow" over the intercom and all the passengers were put at ease and didn't mind at all the Kitty was taking over. They knew that a cat always lands on its feet...or wheels, in this case :o)
After we had landed, I waited for everyone to get off before I moved forward to go and collect my Kitty. The pilot and co-pilot came out and they thanked me for allowing Kitty to sit up front with them and keep them company. I looked at them in amazement....they were so YOUNG!! I didn't know you could become a commercial pilot at such a young age, they couldn't have been more than 26 or 27. I took Kitty and thanked them for making me smile. They smiled at me and wished me a safe journey home, shook hands with me and then I turned and left the plane.
When I got to the bottom, there was a group of people waiting to see what the famous Kitty looked like! I first had to show them and allow them to touch her soft fur, and then I picked up my carry-on and walked away into the airport, with a last backward glance at the plane.
It was a trip to remember, indeed it was. I don't think I will ever forget that trip. And that is but one of the memories I have of flying. There are so many more but I will leave them for another day. This post is already long enough with all my reminiscing.
Now its just a matter of time and then.....
VIVA LA VISA!!!!!
Monday, January 01, 2007
Nope, this year is different. I am alive, I am ready for new challenges and new excitement!! I look down the road for the year ahead and see problems to overcome, trials to grow through and character to develop. Happiness to discover and through it all, an overwhelming desire to live it all with a thoroughness and an exhilliration which will stay with me long after the moments of pleasure have passed. I want to build everlasting memories this year, memories I WANT to remember. I don't want to have regrets this year because regret shortens your life, makes you want to do things over and I am determined that this year, I will live each day as if it were my last and I will live it so that I will not have any regrets the day after!
So much for not having new year resolutions, although strictly speaking it isn't a resolution as much as a burning desire to go out and conquer.
The life pulsing through me now urges me forwards, screaming to be let loose to discover the magical world of living, loving and leaving footprints that make a difference. Footprints to be remembered when life has left.
When I die, I want to be remembered for the - that will be between my birth date and my death date. That - will be my life, and I want it to be a good one. So this year I am living that - to the best of my abilities!
In this wild ocean that is called life, today is but a little wave, a little step towards the deep blue sea out there that is just waiting to be explored. And I am on my way to explore it!!!