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The joys of learning something new… A challenge!!

I believe that I learn something new every day and sometimes these things might be big, like building up a computer, or small like the fact that the lady who sits next to me at work is actually a brunette or that there is a creature somewhere in the world that looks like a cross between a fish and a crocodile (maybe someday I’ll even learn it’s name).

I have taken various weekend courses in different things ranging from advanced driving to anti-hijacking to decoupage and scrapbooking, I have tried my hand at aromatherapy and calligraphy and have even tried painting and drawing. Yet when I look around me every day I see more things that I still need to learn and I wonder just how many people learn important things, and insignificant little bits of trivia, every day without even realising that they are doing it.

 

Feed My Brain

 

 

Come on – here’s a challenge to those reading this – give me two important things you have learnt in the past year, name a course you’ve done that was fun and tell me five insignificant pieces of trivia you’ve discovered this week which might peak my interest.

 

 

 

“And every hour of every day I’m learning more
The more I learn, the less I know about before
The less I know, the more I want to look around
Digging deep for clues on higher ground…”

UB40 (Higher Ground)

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Nasty Lasty

Good morning everyone, Friday again and freezing in good old Durban. Today is the last day at my current job and after that I am officially unemployed. So glad the weekend is here because I haven’t had a party in ages.

Well enough chit chat for now, here’s your weekly dose of funny:

 

 

 

  A woman’s husband had been slipping in and out of a coma for several months, yet she had stayed by his bedside every single day.

  One day, when he came to, he motioned for her to come nearer.

 

  As she sat by him, he whispered, eyes full of tears, ‘You know what?  ‘You have been with me all through the bad times.  When I got fired, you were there to support me.  When my business failed, you were there.  When I got shot, you were by my side.

  When we lost the house, you stayed right here.  When my health started failing, you were still by my side… You know what Martha?’

 

  ‘What dear?’ she gently asked, smiling as her heart began to fill with warmth.

 

  ‘I’m beginning to think you’re bad luck…

 

 


Grade my taste.

Okay so I’m still old school but life has taught me a lot and one of those things is that it’s fine for women to say damn what a fine piece of ass.

These are the 10 men that I like and each for a different reason. Some for a smile and others for the look, one or two just ooze sex appeal. There are 10 men below; out of 10 you rate my taste:  one point for each guy you agree with!

Who’s your favorite all time sexbomb?

Pierce - the all time gentleman

Pierce - the all time gentleman

Jack - for being the perfect evil guy (a strange sex appeal)

Hugh – Aaaah man – I don’t know but here he is.

Hugh - droopy eyes and crooked smile

Bruce - Need I explain? age makes improvements

Ali

Ali - Mmmm too cute on stage

Robert - Again I'm not too sure why

Richard - Just look at him

Jensen - Just purely to look at - - (and maybe touch)

Vin - shoulders with a soft side..

Ashton cat, I love you.

Do you know him? I did, and in my own way I loved him very deeply. From the day, in August 2009, that he came into my life, in a little box from the pet store, I knew I was fighting a loosing battle saying that he wasn’t mine.

My daughter and my friend had taken it upon themselves to go and buy a kitten without asking me first and my friend had had it microchipped and bought every kind of toy, food, bed and basket available on the market for this kitten. Total bill: R7600. What could I do ? I had to allow for space in my home for him.

Big boys don't like kisses mom

He was the scrawniest kitten I’d ever seen and always had a runny tummy, I went through 12 different foods before finding one that suited his tummy, we went to vet after vet. Eventually after about four months and half a fortune he settled down into being a healthy kitten.

But he thought he was mine…

If I bathed he was on my chest, if I tried to sleep in he’d lie on me and stare at me until I woke up. He had a special meaow which was reserved for me only. Whenever I left the house he would try to follow me or sit at the door crying until I came back.

But he wasn’t my cat. Damn cat.

I knew him better than anyone and he took my bitching and always looked at me with those oversized eyes as if to say “I understand”. We had a strange relationship. I couldn’t admit I love him but he knew I did. He was just the crazy cat.

The night before Christmas last year we had just moved and Ashton wasn’t very happy with the move, when I tried to pick him up he growled at me and I realised there was something else wrong. So at 9.30pm on Christmas eve we rushed off to the emergency vet to have him seen to.

He had a blocked bladder and we were lucky that once they had drained it he was fine again. Apparently with the stress of the move and the litter box being moved he’d decided to pinch and that had caused the blockage. I was so relieved. He was up and about on Christmas morning and very happy to find catnip biscuits and dried sardines in this stocking.

Ashton on Christmas morning - still a little weak

This past week he started looking depressed again and on Friday night he started vomiting. On Saturday 23 July 2011,  Ashton got put to sleep due to renal failure. My heart was broken, turns out that the little kitten with the upset tummy was probably born with kidney problems and was lucky to have lived for 2 years.

I know I moaned and groaned at him all the time and called him crazy cat, I know that I bitched and complained whenever I had to take him off my feet in the middle of the night so that I could roll over in my bed, I know that I kept telling him that he’s a big boy and needs to move in with my daughter now, but in all reality, he was my cat and I adored him.

When we took turns hugging him and kissing him good-bye he hung his head in sorrow and I think he knew it was good-bye. He watched as the vet trimmed his hair and stuck the needle in and then looked at me and gave me one final wink and closed his eyes as though preparing for the end, it was the most difficult thing I have ever done in my life,  holding him and watching the life drain out of him.

I love you Ashton and I hope you knew that when you died. I miss you.

Ashton on a good day – bad pic though..

1000 in a month!!!

I am so excited and happy, reached 1000 visits yesterday and that in my first month.

Thank you to everyone that read my blog in the past month, and to all the successful bloggers out there, I hope to be where you are one day. This month has been a rather hectic one for me and things haven’t exactly been going my way.

Help yourself to a slice of cake and thank-you once again for visiting. I am going to try reach 2000 in three weeks now. I better get down to serious writing I guess. Watch this space I will try to spruce it up.

Landing with my ass in the gutter…

I have been informed that I will be retrenched on the 31 August 2011.
Retrenched???

Re – trenched??
break this down

re-

…once more; afresh; anew…

trench

noun
  • 1 a long, narrow ditch.
  • a long, narrow ditch dug by troops to provide a place of shelter from enemy fire.

basically what I get from this is:

1 – I am once more in a long, narrow ditch

or

2 – I am, (afresh) for the first time, in a place of shelter from enemy fire..

 

I know how I am going to see it for now.  No-one can drag me down unless it’s for my own good.

 

Poor blonde painter

A blonde who’s down on her luck is walking through a luxurious neighborhood looking for odd jobs to do when she approaches a large house. She goes up to the house, rings the bell and the owner comes to the door. He asks the lady what he can do for her. The blonde tells him of her situation, that she is down on her luck and wants to know if he has any odd jobs that she could do. The man thinks about it for a second and then remembers that he has been wanting to paint his porch. He asks the blonde if she paints? The blonde says, “Sure anything. ” “Well, I’ve been wanting to paint my porch, how much would you charge? ” the man replies. “I don’t know, say $50 bucks. ” “Sounds good. Go ahead and get started. ” He closes the door and walks back inside. His wife asks him, “Who was at the door? ” He tells her of the blonde and her situation and then told his wife that the blonde agreed to paint the porch for $50 bucks. The astonished wife says, “$50 bucks, but that porch goes the full length of our house and then some. It will be at least a few hours job. You really should pay her more. ” “But that’s all she said she wanted, and anyway she’s a dumb blonde! “10 minutes later, they get a knock on the door. The man answers the door and the blonde stands there and says, “All done. ” With a surprised look on his face, “I can’t believe it, you’re already done painting the entire porch. “Yes, and by the way it’s not a porch it’s a Ferrari”

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