I have never believed that Harry Potter is evil. I have read the books myself. It seems Twilight has hopped on the bandwagon. Ai, just when you enjoy a good book or movie someone comes along and burst you bubble. It’s not like there is pornography or swearing in Twilight. But somehow it needs to be squashed. EVIL. Period.
My husband thinks Facebook is evil. I have stopped trying to explain. He thinks it is a place where you go if you want to meet people. (Never mind your current friends). So if this story leaks it can have devastating effects. Haha.
My sister knows Catholic people that believes the fairy wings that the little girls wear are evil.
Ai man.
Tuesday, March 30, 2010
Monday, March 29, 2010
Back to blogging..for now..
So many things happened at the same time. I had a test, Corne’ was recovering from his operation. I went for a couple of interviews, I was turned down every time and of course it had disastrous effects. Hey, I’m human. Just when you have hope and think that you made a good impression they knock you down.
I won’t give up. I don’t care if this takes forever.
The test was ok – I came in to work an hour earlier last week to study 5 chapters. This one girl at college got hold of my study notes and wanted her e-mail it to her. I have to give another lady a lift on my way. We have to do a group assignment in April. I have made a couple of suggestions but I can see that once again I am going to do all the work and everyone is going to jump on the band wagon. I am the only one that cares about getting high marks. It is so unfair, but what can you do, you have to earn those marks.
I went for an interview on Thursday at FNB, I am waiting to hear from my consultant. I am really trying to stay positive. If I don’t get it, then at least I tried. I gave it my best shot, coz that is what you do, you give it your best shot. I don’t see it as setting myself up for disappointment. It is a learning process, and you have to step out of your comfort zone and take risks.
The right thing will come along. I don’t mind waiting.
I won’t give up. I don’t care if this takes forever.
The test was ok – I came in to work an hour earlier last week to study 5 chapters. This one girl at college got hold of my study notes and wanted her e-mail it to her. I have to give another lady a lift on my way. We have to do a group assignment in April. I have made a couple of suggestions but I can see that once again I am going to do all the work and everyone is going to jump on the band wagon. I am the only one that cares about getting high marks. It is so unfair, but what can you do, you have to earn those marks.
I went for an interview on Thursday at FNB, I am waiting to hear from my consultant. I am really trying to stay positive. If I don’t get it, then at least I tried. I gave it my best shot, coz that is what you do, you give it your best shot. I don’t see it as setting myself up for disappointment. It is a learning process, and you have to step out of your comfort zone and take risks.
The right thing will come along. I don’t mind waiting.
Friday, March 5, 2010
Do we ever grow up?
'Are you going to Chreche?' MIL asks Claudia on one of her morning visits.
'It's not a Creche! It's a school!' she slams her foot on the ground. That's right, I think, make yourself heard.
Sometimes when I get angry I wonder what kind of toddler I was. Probably difficult. You just have to look around you to see grown ups that are still throwing tantrums. In the bank. At the gocery store. At the Post Office where we know the service isn't that great.
My FIL is the worst. Sometimes I wonder who is more mature between him and Claudia. He once threw a tantrum because we bought her a bigger bikeand he could'nt understand that the bike he bought her was getting a bit small.
With grown ups the same principle apply - you just ignore them.
When he was done sulking he came back. He could'nt stay away for too long.
'It's not a Creche! It's a school!' she slams her foot on the ground. That's right, I think, make yourself heard.
Sometimes when I get angry I wonder what kind of toddler I was. Probably difficult. You just have to look around you to see grown ups that are still throwing tantrums. In the bank. At the gocery store. At the Post Office where we know the service isn't that great.
My FIL is the worst. Sometimes I wonder who is more mature between him and Claudia. He once threw a tantrum because we bought her a bigger bikeand he could'nt understand that the bike he bought her was getting a bit small.
With grown ups the same principle apply - you just ignore them.
When he was done sulking he came back. He could'nt stay away for too long.
Thursday, March 4, 2010
Marketing..Shmarketing
The people in my Marketing class are weird. This one woman disagrees with everything the lecturer tells us. I know you are allowed to disagree with some things, but everything? We have to do a group assignment and I hope she does not end up in my group. It would be a challenge to have her in our group. One of our exams is coming up at the end of March and I am aiming to do better than her. Just to show her that she does not know EVERYTHING.
I was halfway to my chair when she shouted at me from across the room. She wanted to know what my reason was for doing the course. Shit. Is that an exam question? People like that are like a hundred stinging bees. They come, they do, they irritate, and they don't go away.
It is her first time and I understand that she is pumped up and enthusiastic about the course. I am hoping that she will cool down a bit as the weeks progress.
I try not to think too much about Monday. Shit.
There will always be another mountain…
I was halfway to my chair when she shouted at me from across the room. She wanted to know what my reason was for doing the course. Shit. Is that an exam question? People like that are like a hundred stinging bees. They come, they do, they irritate, and they don't go away.
It is her first time and I understand that she is pumped up and enthusiastic about the course. I am hoping that she will cool down a bit as the weeks progress.
I try not to think too much about Monday. Shit.
There will always be another mountain…
Wednesday, March 3, 2010
Fashion, fashion, fashion
I’m not a fan of pointy get-that-cockroach-in-the-corner shoes. But I had to buy it because I have to fit into the working class, and now I guess it will have to grow on me. Went to the mall today and bought some new clothes, an anniversary present from hubby. I am glad to see that I actually fit into the size I thought I would, it is embarrassing swopping the clothes for a bigger size which means more time spent in the changing room. Don’t you just hate the mirrors in there? It shows all the edges of your butt. Excuse me Mr store manager but I don’t like to see all the sides of my well curved body. If I look at my butt in that mirror I know how people see me from behind. Eeeeuw.
Well maybe I have to stop dressing like a Mom and dress more business like. Tomorrow I have to be at the Nelson Mandela Square and go up the West Towers for an interview. You don’t know how it is like walking in Sandton City. You can’t help it, you just want to fit in. Imagine being surrounded by a thousand professional business people.
Magic.
Well maybe I have to stop dressing like a Mom and dress more business like. Tomorrow I have to be at the Nelson Mandela Square and go up the West Towers for an interview. You don’t know how it is like walking in Sandton City. You can’t help it, you just want to fit in. Imagine being surrounded by a thousand professional business people.
Magic.
Tuesday, March 2, 2010
Monday is D-day
So the dr confirmed it this morning – Corne has to go for the Op. I have mixed emotions at the moment. On the one side I feel relieved – we are finally going to get rid of the water in his testicle that has been there for the last 5 months. On the other side I am scared for my boy, under anesthetics and all the hospital procedures. The staff at the hospital is like robots. I have seen it many times.
He is not allowed to drink anything after 2:00 on Monday morning, and we only have to be at the hospital at 7:30. I will just have to endure it, but there is nothing worse than knowing that your child is hungry and you can do absolutely nothing about it.
We baptize on Sunday, so I have asked the family to come around afterwards. I try not to think about Monday, but the reality of it hits be every five minutes.
I am going for another interview on Thursday. My assignment is almost finished.
I will find the strength to go through this.
Hey, enough with all the drama. Bring on the rescue drops.
He is not allowed to drink anything after 2:00 on Monday morning, and we only have to be at the hospital at 7:30. I will just have to endure it, but there is nothing worse than knowing that your child is hungry and you can do absolutely nothing about it.
We baptize on Sunday, so I have asked the family to come around afterwards. I try not to think about Monday, but the reality of it hits be every five minutes.
I am going for another interview on Thursday. My assignment is almost finished.
I will find the strength to go through this.
Hey, enough with all the drama. Bring on the rescue drops.
Monday, March 1, 2010
Monday blog...
Today is my 7th Anniversary blah..blah..blah
I started my course on Saturday. The people attending are all weird, I was hoping to make a few friends but I guess Sales People sing a different song. I realized that I am the only Sales Assistant, and later I also found out that I am the only one who is married with children. Hectic, I am getting old.
I am excited about the assignments, we received 3 and I am already working on the one. With my limited time it is no use leaving stuff for later. Might as well get on with it and get it done before something gets in the way.
Oh, back to my anniversary. Honey I love you. I know we fight at times but I love it when we fight because then I know you still care. Thank you for 7 years. No use in painting a pretty picture, we have had our ups and downs, and love always wins in the end. I can write a whole blog page full of shit or a paragraph that comes from my heart. I prefer the paragraph from my heart.
I managed to find the story book for Claudia on Kalahari, the same one that my Mother used to read out of when we were children. In reprint. How lucky can you get. So from tonight we will have new stories again before bedtime.
That’s me Supermom logging off on a rather exiting Monday.
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I started my course on Saturday. The people attending are all weird, I was hoping to make a few friends but I guess Sales People sing a different song. I realized that I am the only Sales Assistant, and later I also found out that I am the only one who is married with children. Hectic, I am getting old.
I am excited about the assignments, we received 3 and I am already working on the one. With my limited time it is no use leaving stuff for later. Might as well get on with it and get it done before something gets in the way.
Oh, back to my anniversary. Honey I love you. I know we fight at times but I love it when we fight because then I know you still care. Thank you for 7 years. No use in painting a pretty picture, we have had our ups and downs, and love always wins in the end. I can write a whole blog page full of shit or a paragraph that comes from my heart. I prefer the paragraph from my heart.
I managed to find the story book for Claudia on Kalahari, the same one that my Mother used to read out of when we were children. In reprint. How lucky can you get. So from tonight we will have new stories again before bedtime.
That’s me Supermom logging off on a rather exiting Monday.
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