Another guest post by my best friend. She has such fantastic writing skills!
Yesterday I was going through my friend’s photo blog and it brought up some memories, so I thought I would share this one with you
BF before she upgraded her car, she had this wacked out Volla (Volkswagen beetle). This car had 
a mind of its own; seriously, it would only start if it felt like it. (Because we are girls we refuse to accept that it had anything to do with the starter or alternator).
One evening, BF was still pregnant, she must have been about 5 or 6 months, we decided that we wanted a night out and to paint the town red. So we called up our mates and made our way to Centurion to fetch her then baby daddy boy friend (whom I refer lovingly to as DICK) On our way there, (Taking the longest route possible, because BF had just gotten her driving Licence and was too afraid to drive on the freeway, She said it was because she didn’t trust the car, BUT I know the truth) we had to stop at the petrol garage for the ever urgent fuel, I have been told cars do not function minus this.
So Anyway following the correct protocol for administering petrol into a vehicle BF turns the engine off…BAD IDEA, Unaware to us…she was doing the petrol thing , and I was doing the cigarette thing, the engine was conjuring up a master plan, thinking that if it could conquer us…the Volla could conquer the world!
We finished up got back into the car and for the life of us it wouldn’t start! The very nice gentlemen aka petrol attendants all jumped up to assist these damsels in distress and started to give us a push…down a slope into a DITCH in a very dark opening next to the garage.
Once they realized the royal mess up they made… one would think they would have stayed to help us out..of the Ditch, BUT NOOO, they ran away..literally.
Oh well Never mind, Pregnant BF and I, in HIGH heels, jump out and try to push start this car ourselves, yet all we managed to do was rock it back and forth, back and forth for about 20minutes.
It was then that I got a brilliant Idea, I jumped into the driver’s seat, and turned the ignition…Brilliant hey? Voila it started like magic..I screamed for BF to Jump in because I was scarred it my die again if I didn’t abuse the accelerator. Very happy she jumps in and say goes….Little did she know…
I started to giggle hysterically, while I tried to figure out how gears work, realizing that the clutch is to my left and the accelerator is no my right and that I can go faster the 40km/ph if I put pedal to metal. Never bothering to find out what that thing in the Middle was.
During this time I had Alet screaming, keep to the left PLEASE, it dawned on her:
A: Have you ever driven before?
ME: no, I have only ever gone around the block at 40.
Never ever have I seen such fear on one persons face as I did in the 10 minutes it took to get us to DICK’S house.
It still cracks me up, I am actually hysterical just typing this.
GOOD TIMES!
Today would have been my grandmother’s 81st birthday. She pass away 10 year ago, silly as I am I needed to ask my cousin for the dates as my memory failed me. She was such a spectacular lady. I would have loved for her to know Logan. I am sure she would have been disappointed that I fell pregnant so early in life. She would have supported me. She would have fallen in love.
Yesterday was Logan school concert and graduation. I wasn’t feeling up for it during the day and the events leading up to the actual concert didn’t help either. I really don’t like rude parents that park off right in front of the stage with their camping chairs. Especially when it is a picnic-type event where most people are sitting on blankets! After the “self-proclaimed VIP” mommies got what they wanted, my mom and I made ourselves comfortable in a better spot, next to a lovely family!
Yesterday was the third concert I have attended at this school. The first two concerts was the traditional baby Jesus in the barn type theme. This year they created a christmas tree, with the baby-gift-boxes at the foot of the tree. It looked so cute!
Sneaking a quick picture or two in of Logan, before they change into graduation clothing!
the Little Girl in the background recently tried to kiss him and he ran away!
A train of kids walking off the stage…
Graduation photo number 1
Number 2. I have so many, saving them all for his 21st birthday party!
My Favourite Photo of the day
Santa giving a present to a nervous little boy. (I told the teacher to hold off a little on his present.) He was in tears when I told him to tell Father Christmas that he was a good boy during the year. He refused!
So I have left some things a little late – but typing about my to-do list surely makes all the difference. Especially if I could be doing them instead of blogging about them:
I have gotten a lot better, with the things I need to do, I have. Maybe it needs a little bit lot of work! Surely leaving it open for the whole of the web will make all the difference in the world? OKAY, I will add it as a page on my blog! I can always edit and add as I go!
- Find Logan a nursery school. Yes, still to be done! I have phone a couple of schools again today – the yellow pages are quite handy in this regards. Viewing schools tomorrow and Monday!
- SARS – I have register! I have submitted! Now all I need is to submit my previous years and medical documentation via email!
- Renew my car licence (OVERDUE). I haven’t receive the slip in the post, which means I haven’t done it yet! So I will need to go to TOWN and do it in person.
- Update Logan’s immunisation chart – there is one or two vaccinations that I missed! Bad mommy!
- Go to the lady doctor. (gynecologist) Not that I want to, but I should!
- Dentist – same story!
- Go back to the maintenance court. I will do this one next year. Last year (after 3 visits of not having the father show up) I was flabbergasted to see him and I never demanded for a yearly 10% increase. SILLY Girl!
- Take out life insurance and pension scheme.
- Stop Smoking
- Lose a hell of a lot of weight!
Not necessarily in this order of course! What does your to-do list consist of?
My best friend, otherwise known as My Mango has agreed to doing a guest post for me. She is probably the funniest person I know! Such a pity she’s probably also the laziest blogger I know as well.
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During a typical telephone conversation with BFF, I was of course having a good moan and groan about my work place, which just happens to be a government Department, BFF pipes up and say something so ridiculous that it automatically sent me on one of my even more ridiculous tangents.
NOTE: before I embark on detailing this conversation, I feel that I need to warn you about the content, it is not suitable for those that have a particular liking for the government or our very renowned, law-abiding, not so well-respected in Xhosa clans , Zulu leader or such parties lead by the leader or any members of the leaders leading parties young folk of which I will not mentioned names, but Julius for you Zuma to know, for those who take great pride in our GOVERNMENTAL education system and simple for those who suffer with a weak bladder but not including those you just don’t give a damn.
Firstly let me give you some information on Alet, if you are an avid blog reader and twit (*snigger* Get it? Twit?) Follower, then you will have a fairly good idea of whom and WHAT Alet is.
My conclusion has also been psycho, but she has come up with her own conclusions, Alet is the type of girl who had aspirations of becoming a show girl…no not pole dancer show girl, but the dramatic, airy flarey type that prides them self by reciting “How Now Brown Cow” is an accent that sounds as if something is lodged in your lowest cavity on the rear side. She LOVES Cats, the musical, The sound of Crap…I mean music , the King and I ETC ETC ETC… HAhaha ( Get it?) Just a note, she now refuses to watch the King and I , simple because the little boy in it is an actor in Harry Potter, which apparently irritates her. Need I say more?
Anyway the conversation went something like this:
A: I think we should get people to vote for me as President.
T: Sure…. The school curriculum will consist of, Grade 1 CATS, Grade 2 CATS, Grade 3 Sound of music.
A: “Laughs so that she chokes”
T: All Matric students will have to DO the FULL Cats play for their Finals.
A: “Stops laughing to cough her left lung out”
T: Ballet will be compulsory for all girls even in matric..it will be something like you failed ballet you can’t be a scientist and the girl will be crying saying that she is good with maths.
A; * still laughing” I get worried because the loo is FAAAR AWAY
A: That’s unfair…I will make the boys do ballet compulsory too.
T: Yeah and they will be like this: the tight don’t fit my Balls are to big…and you will go Balls? You don’t have balls…you do ballet!
A: Why don’t you do something useful and turn this into a blog for ME!!!!
T: Well there goes our democracy… what next? is our anthem going to be MEMORY?
T And then are you going to change the dictionary as well…Describe Beautiful… Yes Madam President it means everything!!!!
A: * still laughs , I think she has stop breathing*
A: Put it down, make it a blog post…I neeed it
T: so , what are your plans for Logan’s party?
Talk about an anti climax…. Needless to say I think the white mayor of the Western Cape stands a better chance , albeit not a much bigger chance,at being President than Alet does.
First of all I want to mention that today in a month’s time, Logan will be four years old! Not quite a baby any more and yet he will always be my baby!
The Rum Tum Tugger
I love Cats the Musical. Since I was introduced to the musical at the age of 11, it has been my favourite musical of all times. I purchased the dvd in the UK for an arm and a leg. I purchased it in South Africa again (when my UK friend never returned it to me). I own the Old Possum’s Book of Practical Cats, the actual poems written by TC Elliot – the basis of the musical. I have the songbook of the musical even though I cannot read music nor play kind of instrument. I would have watched the musical in London, if I could, if it was still showing on West-End. Instead I saw Elaine Page ( Made famous by the song “Memory“) live.
Somehow, in some way, I have passed the love for Cats the Musical on to my son!
Without force. Without watching it every day for a month, the magic of the musical enchanted Logan. We watched the musical a couple of times over the past couple of years - and let’s be honest with the memory of a fish and the attention span of a monkey there is no way he watched more than a half an hour at a time!
On Sunday morning while I was lying in bed, regaining conscious from a good night’s rest I heard the music in the background. As I walked into the lounge my little boy was following the cats’ every move, ten seconds late as best he can. Yet having a ball!
Later during the day, he mentioned that Rum Tum Tugger is his favourite cat! The Rum Tum Tugger was my favourite cat while growing up. The Rum Tum Tugger is a charming cat, a little bit rebellious and by far similar to the kind of teenager Logan will be!
From the film - John Partridge
Here is a detailed character sketch of the cat. How very relevant!
RUM TUM TUGGER AKA The Tugger
is a sexy prankster and a master when it comes to getting attention. He’s clowny fun cat, more of a teenager than an adult. But that is probably the reason so many love him! He loves to make fun of his older half-brother Munkustrap. And to tell you the truth, Munkustrap IS a bit jealous at Tugger’s wild life… :-) This cat will do a lot of things but gets away with it thanks to darling Daddy Old Deuteronomy.
Found here!
Photo Credit: Picture 1 and Picture 2
So you’ve heard a lot more than you wanted to about my obession with Cats, are you a fan of musicals? Have your kids followed in your footsteps? What is your all time favourite musical?
About a week ago I hear this song playing while I was having lunch with a friend. Yes I know it was killed by the radio stations yet I love it! I am such a fan of beautiful, romantic – white picket fences and a dog names Spot – kind of songs. Leave me to it!
Songs have a way of being forgotten, being out-dated by newer, catcher tunes. Thankfully I am the kind of person that remembers the moment or if you will the emotions I experience when they were first released!
What songs are on your list of “remember me’s” ?
I have often mentioned that we all are a little psycho in our own little way. I like trying to work
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through the things that make me a little psycho. I would love to understand why I react the way I do – which is a part of the reason I have decided to study industrial psychology:
I have identified a couple of things that I am trying to work on:
1. Cabin fever. This has been a struggle of mine from my early teenage years. In my late high school years, I trived on keeping busy – in and out of my house, always busy with some sort of activity that needed to be done. These days I have coffee with friends or simply go to the shops more often than I really need to. I just don’t feel like going home and over weekend, I always find a reason to get out.
2. I see afternoon naps as a waste of time. Occasionally I fall asleep in the afternoon and I will have a lovely nap! But I won’t go and lie down with the intention to have a nap. This must be some kind of sleep disorder, yet to be named?
3. When I go through a painful experience, like a break-up, I don’t deal with it properly. I don’t really cry, I don’t feel angry. I read and I watch films and then I will cry a bit. But I won’t sit and deal with it properly. This is a thing I know I need to force myself to do, sit with the pain and write down my emotions.
4. I am not the type of person that will invite you into my house. Not the greatest of hostesses, not that I cannot do it, just that I don’t prefer doing it. I am however having a party for Logan, this I think will help me, deal with this issue!
I am sure I have many more, those are the things I can think of right now. In the meanwhile, what are the things that make you just a little psycho?
I Like Anthony Robbins, he is such a wise man! Please enjoy my quote phase with me ; )
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