OK, time to emerge from the bummer that was last week and pick up the beat that goes on. And all that.
So it's very good to have The Mr. back from Zambia, I picked him up at the airport on Friday and we enjoyed a lovely evening of some sundowners and delicious traditional Italian food that I bought from the Italian deli before his return, candlelight, and lots of talking. The lots of talking part as well as the candlelight part was worthwhile and enabled by the fact that there was no power until about 9pm or thereabouts, but good for the romance and focus factor.
Saturday was the farmers market which is always a hoot because we go and drink espresso and eat cake and see just about everyone in the whole city that we know. This time I made a move toward my bluegrass destiny dream and chatted up the mandolin and fiddle player that are always there playing irish music (2 of the 3 I once played with when Jerm, may he RIP, was trying to seduce me into their Irish band). Some phone numbers were exchanged and while I am not over the moon about these 2, at least something was cast into the universe. I also talked to our wine club guy there who is also in the music biz and he gave me the number of a supposedly-musically-open-minded-zimbabwean guitar player who he said would be totally down with learning a new musical genre. I'll give it some thought.
Then saturday night we went over to Soo's for dinner since she's all alone since Mx is off in the UK for a couple weeks. I made a pesto pasta salad and a lemon strawberry trifle to bring along and it was semi-pleasant and the younglings got to play together, etc etc.
Sunday was the usual hash followed by drinking and braaiing and that was fun although it was my weekend to backpack the Kid and I notice that she in all of her 9kg is getting pretty heavy on my old back these days and I dread that soon we're going to have to come up with a new plan if both The Mr and I intend on keeping up our alternated run/walk schedule for maximum hash enjoyment. One of the couples that's in the hash these days is from South Carolina and we were talking about SC and I now have a temporary fleeting interest in it as a state for some reason. There's the magic combo of foothills/ocean that ranks high on my list of priorities for places to live as well as a decent college town which they say is quite culturally diverse and relatively progressive in nature even though it's a red state, which is another issue that rates high in importance for us, as does the slow pace and acceptable year-round-temperature averages for The Mr. Nothing inspiring yet, but interesting.
Anyhoo, last night was nice and relaxing and we watched a mega HIMYM marathon in bed with crackers and snacks and wine and that was a perfect way to end a good weekend.
Elsewhere on the radar, The Mr. is about to lose his mind in terms of working with the illustrious BW government. I find this incredibly fascinating because it's like he's only just NOW starting to get disgusted with the same shyte that has been making me disgusted and borderline-fed-up with my occupational life in this part of the world. Basically the whole time he was up in Zambia with this government steering committee for this massive project, he was surrounded by corruption and poor behaviour, not to mention ethical nightmares and the like. Essentially these government guys have been dragging the asses of 30-or-so senior public servants up to these meetings which cost thousands of bucks in lodging, food, transport, etc. under the premise that there are "issues to be discussed" related to the project, but this time The Mr. saw that the real story is that some of these guys have mistresses (or "small houses", as they're called in these parts) who they prefer to bonk as often as possible instead of their wives back home, as well as getting drunk on government money (written off as "food") and nice weekends in nice lodges with fluffy pillows and high thread-count sheets. And so on. But the bonking hookers on the clock and getting the government vehicle driver drunk on government per diems really opened The Mr.'s eyes and got him well and truly fed up. Especially since he, himself, would quite frankly prefer to be home and sleeping in his own damn house and eating his own damn food. But apparently he's the only one like that in this little guvment boys' club and therefore fighting an uphill battle trying to get this project sewed up and over and done with. Luckily he stood his ground this time and when the question was proposed "do we need to meet again to review this final document once more" he slammed his foot down and did a bunch of pounding on the table and made it perfectly clear that this sort of malarkey was no longer going to happen. He even came back with ideas of doing a bit of whistle-blowing and name-dropping within the Ministry (something I've been hollering about doing for over a year now and he just didn't get it), so he really must have been pissed off. I say go for it. He's worried about the potential fallout for our office. I don't give a crap. Let 'em try any of that shit with me. I dare ya.
And in still yet other developments, our semi-work, semi-outside-work friends the S's who I wrote about before having to deal with her onset of untreatable cancer, have been given about 200 more days for her to live. And they've done all that they can do at any hospital, so it is truly just a waiting game. And a physically painful one too. Unreal. From being 100% happy healthy and looking forward to retirement in about 6-7 years, to having less than 200 more days til you DIE and leave the love of your life behind, sitting in a pool of hard-earned money and occupational stress. And a cozy house in Cape Town that you'll never get to see/live in/enjoy because it was always "for the future". I just can't think of other words except for "greatest tragedy ever" and my heart just breaks for them. Once again, another lesson in "Life's Too Short to be a Workaholic" as well as "Don't Try and Plan Your Future When You Could Be Living Your Present", for me anyway. Not that I would ever be a workaholic. But still, everyone could use a bit of improvement in that department no matter who they are.
So it's very good to have The Mr. back from Zambia, I picked him up at the airport on Friday and we enjoyed a lovely evening of some sundowners and delicious traditional Italian food that I bought from the Italian deli before his return, candlelight, and lots of talking. The lots of talking part as well as the candlelight part was worthwhile and enabled by the fact that there was no power until about 9pm or thereabouts, but good for the romance and focus factor.
Saturday was the farmers market which is always a hoot because we go and drink espresso and eat cake and see just about everyone in the whole city that we know. This time I made a move toward my bluegrass destiny dream and chatted up the mandolin and fiddle player that are always there playing irish music (2 of the 3 I once played with when Jerm, may he RIP, was trying to seduce me into their Irish band). Some phone numbers were exchanged and while I am not over the moon about these 2, at least something was cast into the universe. I also talked to our wine club guy there who is also in the music biz and he gave me the number of a supposedly-musically-open-minded-zimbabwean guitar player who he said would be totally down with learning a new musical genre. I'll give it some thought.
Then saturday night we went over to Soo's for dinner since she's all alone since Mx is off in the UK for a couple weeks. I made a pesto pasta salad and a lemon strawberry trifle to bring along and it was semi-pleasant and the younglings got to play together, etc etc.
Sunday was the usual hash followed by drinking and braaiing and that was fun although it was my weekend to backpack the Kid and I notice that she in all of her 9kg is getting pretty heavy on my old back these days and I dread that soon we're going to have to come up with a new plan if both The Mr and I intend on keeping up our alternated run/walk schedule for maximum hash enjoyment. One of the couples that's in the hash these days is from South Carolina and we were talking about SC and I now have a temporary fleeting interest in it as a state for some reason. There's the magic combo of foothills/ocean that ranks high on my list of priorities for places to live as well as a decent college town which they say is quite culturally diverse and relatively progressive in nature even though it's a red state, which is another issue that rates high in importance for us, as does the slow pace and acceptable year-round-temperature averages for The Mr. Nothing inspiring yet, but interesting.
Anyhoo, last night was nice and relaxing and we watched a mega HIMYM marathon in bed with crackers and snacks and wine and that was a perfect way to end a good weekend.
Elsewhere on the radar, The Mr. is about to lose his mind in terms of working with the illustrious BW government. I find this incredibly fascinating because it's like he's only just NOW starting to get disgusted with the same shyte that has been making me disgusted and borderline-fed-up with my occupational life in this part of the world. Basically the whole time he was up in Zambia with this government steering committee for this massive project, he was surrounded by corruption and poor behaviour, not to mention ethical nightmares and the like. Essentially these government guys have been dragging the asses of 30-or-so senior public servants up to these meetings which cost thousands of bucks in lodging, food, transport, etc. under the premise that there are "issues to be discussed" related to the project, but this time The Mr. saw that the real story is that some of these guys have mistresses (or "small houses", as they're called in these parts) who they prefer to bonk as often as possible instead of their wives back home, as well as getting drunk on government money (written off as "food") and nice weekends in nice lodges with fluffy pillows and high thread-count sheets. And so on. But the bonking hookers on the clock and getting the government vehicle driver drunk on government per diems really opened The Mr.'s eyes and got him well and truly fed up. Especially since he, himself, would quite frankly prefer to be home and sleeping in his own damn house and eating his own damn food. But apparently he's the only one like that in this little guvment boys' club and therefore fighting an uphill battle trying to get this project sewed up and over and done with. Luckily he stood his ground this time and when the question was proposed "do we need to meet again to review this final document once more" he slammed his foot down and did a bunch of pounding on the table and made it perfectly clear that this sort of malarkey was no longer going to happen. He even came back with ideas of doing a bit of whistle-blowing and name-dropping within the Ministry (something I've been hollering about doing for over a year now and he just didn't get it), so he really must have been pissed off. I say go for it. He's worried about the potential fallout for our office. I don't give a crap. Let 'em try any of that shit with me. I dare ya.
And in still yet other developments, our semi-work, semi-outside-work friends the S's who I wrote about before having to deal with her onset of untreatable cancer, have been given about 200 more days for her to live. And they've done all that they can do at any hospital, so it is truly just a waiting game. And a physically painful one too. Unreal. From being 100% happy healthy and looking forward to retirement in about 6-7 years, to having less than 200 more days til you DIE and leave the love of your life behind, sitting in a pool of hard-earned money and occupational stress. And a cozy house in Cape Town that you'll never get to see/live in/enjoy because it was always "for the future". I just can't think of other words except for "greatest tragedy ever" and my heart just breaks for them. Once again, another lesson in "Life's Too Short to be a Workaholic" as well as "Don't Try and Plan Your Future When You Could Be Living Your Present", for me anyway. Not that I would ever be a workaholic. But still, everyone could use a bit of improvement in that department no matter who they are.
And then there were two.... RIP Big boy.
0 Comments Published by Oh Wayward One on 26 August 2010 at 8/26/2010 12:36:00 pm.
Well what a freakin' emotional roller coaster this week has turned out to be. No, scratch that, it's just been pretty crap all around. But I suppose after a killer fun weekend in Joburg last weekend inclusive of standup comedy, lotsa drinks with Uncle A., a new pair of jeans and blouse, new Harley gear for The Mr.'s birthday present, excellent Vietnamese food, and lots of laughs, the axe was bound to fall somehow.
Working backwards, we lost our big boy Jock. Yesterday evening I took him for a run to try and clear my head from all the BS I've been dealing with already this week, and when we came back he just collapsed and wouldn't get up, but was panting and puffing like he always does when he's exhausted so I just monitored him for a couple hours hoping he would shake it off. This, I might mention, was after I had to call Alois to come with his pickup truck to help me get him up the hill to our house because he was like a 120lb/55kg sack of rocks and I couldn't do it by myself and OF COURSE The Mr. is in Zambia. Once I could see him start to spasm, I phoned friend/vet DD and asked what I should do, and he said take him into the hosp. at once. Which of course meant I had to settle down, get The Kid out of bed, in the car (because I'm home alone), find someone who would be awake (this is at nighttime now) to help me lift him up into the truck which ultimately involved driving down to the security gate and hijacking the security man from his post (typical me, I just didn't want to have to ask for help and bother anyone so this is all after I tried my damndest for 10 minutes to lift him on my own but that was just not happening). Drove to the vet as fast as I could and then the on-call vet didn't show up for almost an hour, during which time, he died in the back of the vehicle. I knew it the instant it happened because the laboured breathing turned into a seizure and then the loud "noise of death" where everything just lets go/burns out. I knew, but got out of the truck and went around back to check, and got there just in time to feel his heart stop beating. I was so sad I just used the rest of the waiting-in-the-dark-and-the-stink (it's biology, it's what happens) time to cry my eyeballs out.
Of course I feel guilty as well as sad because I keep thinking "what if I hadn't run so far?" "what if I would've called DD earlier?" (again I just don't like to bug people) but both vets said a bad heart is a bad heart and a heart attack/stroke is what it is and they happen. Period. But I still can't stop wondering... and sobbing... I couldn't even talk to The Mr. (who was beside himself wondering, by this stage, 20 hours away after getting the "rushing to vet" text message from me) because my battery died on my phone. Ugh.
By the time I finally got home and re-put the LJJ to bed and remembered to eat something, it was pretty late and I felt really numb and clueless so I just went to bed and stared at the walls all night, which sucked because I was exhausted this morning.
So prior to the losing-man's-best-friend, life was generally already in the shitter as A) The Mr. was summoned away to Zam. and B) marital relations were all around edgy and negative as we had spent the first part of the week literally in angry deliberation about this whole proposed-family-cruise thing I mentioned in my last post.
Little did I know it wasn't as easy as saying "thanks but no thanks". Sunday night I called the Gran to politely decline and chose to use the "it just wouldn't be possible to lay out another 40k on flights to get to New Orleans, after just returning from 3 weeks in In-law Land" excuse. Except then she trumped me with "but I will pay for those tickets too".
Huh?
And then: "I would really love to have you there..., etc" followed by negotiation tactics including the words "once-in-a-lifetime-thing", and "one-time-only-offer", etc etc....
Great.
So fuelled with guilt and genuine interest in going (I mean who WOULDNT want to go on an all-expenses-paid cruise around the carribbean with the hi-larry fun cousins?) as well as the nagging feeling of "there goes your one and only good/acceptable excuse... if you say no now, it'll be black-sheep-ville for the rest of your life" (as if that isnt already the case). I propose to The Mr. that we go. He (for lack of 3,000 pages in which to transcribe what happened next) does NOT want to go. It's too hard. It'll be too much trouble. We're JUST getting back from europe, we can't leave the office for so long all the time, you're living in dreamworld, what-what-what.
So then I say to him, fine, this is your decision then, you call and tell them no. Oh, but then that would make HIM the bad guy instead of me so now all of a sudden "fine, we'll go, but I'm going to resent you forever" and all that crap.... so then I'm all "NO! We're not going then, because I don't want to put up with all the negative juju and resent ment" and this basically goes on for 2 days. Fun times. These things always ruin my life while they're happening, as sometimes the down side of being a couple who generally never fights means that when you DO have a real barney, it tends to make you want to jump off a bridge or, alternatively, (for me anyway) just plain crawl in a hole of depression and die. While simultaneously NOT SLEEPING. And for the record it has nothing to do with this damn boat trip, it's all about the resentment/accusations and the basic side dishes of aggro that come with the big main course of the original disagreement.
Anyway, I guess the saving grace finally came from The Mominator, who upon becoming exasperated at not getting a yes/no answer from us after repeatedly asking for one (tickets were being booked once and for all, and we were still "undecided"), finally emailed a very clear "please do not come, your grandmother had no idea what she was offering ($$$$) when she said that", which at least solved the issue between us. Well, the tip-of-the-iceberg issue anyway. After 2 days of anger in the house, there's a lot more than just that one core issue to deal with. But coming from the Mominator, it was like the golden ticket we needed to decline without hesitation... basically because one of my motivating reasons for saying "ok, fine we'll come if you're paying" was that I'm kinda sick and tired of always being the black sheep who is never around for family things.... reunions, funerals, birthdays, holidays, etc etc. And I really wasn't keen on the idea of the rumor circulating around that "oh, THEY'Re not coming because they dont give a crap about this family and they NEVER come to anything... They choose to live overseas but then they say it's too expensive.... yet they keep going to Europe and Australia and Canada and yadda yadda yadda.... so then Grandma offered to pay and then they STILL said no...."
But now, The Mominator will gladly take the heat for driving the nail into that coffin, so that's good.
So to make a long story a little less long, this week = bad vibes, alone on mommy duty, my big buddy dies, and here I sit. Sad. For now.
Working backwards, we lost our big boy Jock. Yesterday evening I took him for a run to try and clear my head from all the BS I've been dealing with already this week, and when we came back he just collapsed and wouldn't get up, but was panting and puffing like he always does when he's exhausted so I just monitored him for a couple hours hoping he would shake it off. This, I might mention, was after I had to call Alois to come with his pickup truck to help me get him up the hill to our house because he was like a 120lb/55kg sack of rocks and I couldn't do it by myself and OF COURSE The Mr. is in Zambia. Once I could see him start to spasm, I phoned friend/vet DD and asked what I should do, and he said take him into the hosp. at once. Which of course meant I had to settle down, get The Kid out of bed, in the car (because I'm home alone), find someone who would be awake (this is at nighttime now) to help me lift him up into the truck which ultimately involved driving down to the security gate and hijacking the security man from his post (typical me, I just didn't want to have to ask for help and bother anyone so this is all after I tried my damndest for 10 minutes to lift him on my own but that was just not happening). Drove to the vet as fast as I could and then the on-call vet didn't show up for almost an hour, during which time, he died in the back of the vehicle. I knew it the instant it happened because the laboured breathing turned into a seizure and then the loud "noise of death" where everything just lets go/burns out. I knew, but got out of the truck and went around back to check, and got there just in time to feel his heart stop beating. I was so sad I just used the rest of the waiting-in-the-dark-and-the-stink (it's biology, it's what happens) time to cry my eyeballs out.
Of course I feel guilty as well as sad because I keep thinking "what if I hadn't run so far?" "what if I would've called DD earlier?" (again I just don't like to bug people) but both vets said a bad heart is a bad heart and a heart attack/stroke is what it is and they happen. Period. But I still can't stop wondering... and sobbing... I couldn't even talk to The Mr. (who was beside himself wondering, by this stage, 20 hours away after getting the "rushing to vet" text message from me) because my battery died on my phone. Ugh.
By the time I finally got home and re-put the LJJ to bed and remembered to eat something, it was pretty late and I felt really numb and clueless so I just went to bed and stared at the walls all night, which sucked because I was exhausted this morning.
So prior to the losing-man's-best-friend, life was generally already in the shitter as A) The Mr. was summoned away to Zam. and B) marital relations were all around edgy and negative as we had spent the first part of the week literally in angry deliberation about this whole proposed-family-cruise thing I mentioned in my last post.
Little did I know it wasn't as easy as saying "thanks but no thanks". Sunday night I called the Gran to politely decline and chose to use the "it just wouldn't be possible to lay out another 40k on flights to get to New Orleans, after just returning from 3 weeks in In-law Land" excuse. Except then she trumped me with "but I will pay for those tickets too".
Huh?
And then: "I would really love to have you there..., etc" followed by negotiation tactics including the words "once-in-a-lifetime-thing", and "one-time-only-offer", etc etc....
Great.
So fuelled with guilt and genuine interest in going (I mean who WOULDNT want to go on an all-expenses-paid cruise around the carribbean with the hi-larry fun cousins?) as well as the nagging feeling of "there goes your one and only good/acceptable excuse... if you say no now, it'll be black-sheep-ville for the rest of your life" (as if that isnt already the case). I propose to The Mr. that we go. He (for lack of 3,000 pages in which to transcribe what happened next) does NOT want to go. It's too hard. It'll be too much trouble. We're JUST getting back from europe, we can't leave the office for so long all the time, you're living in dreamworld, what-what-what.
So then I say to him, fine, this is your decision then, you call and tell them no. Oh, but then that would make HIM the bad guy instead of me so now all of a sudden "fine, we'll go, but I'm going to resent you forever" and all that crap.... so then I'm all "NO! We're not going then, because I don't want to put up with all the negative juju and resent ment" and this basically goes on for 2 days. Fun times. These things always ruin my life while they're happening, as sometimes the down side of being a couple who generally never fights means that when you DO have a real barney, it tends to make you want to jump off a bridge or, alternatively, (for me anyway) just plain crawl in a hole of depression and die. While simultaneously NOT SLEEPING. And for the record it has nothing to do with this damn boat trip, it's all about the resentment/accusations and the basic side dishes of aggro that come with the big main course of the original disagreement.
Anyway, I guess the saving grace finally came from The Mominator, who upon becoming exasperated at not getting a yes/no answer from us after repeatedly asking for one (tickets were being booked once and for all, and we were still "undecided"), finally emailed a very clear "please do not come, your grandmother had no idea what she was offering ($$$$) when she said that", which at least solved the issue between us. Well, the tip-of-the-iceberg issue anyway. After 2 days of anger in the house, there's a lot more than just that one core issue to deal with. But coming from the Mominator, it was like the golden ticket we needed to decline without hesitation... basically because one of my motivating reasons for saying "ok, fine we'll come if you're paying" was that I'm kinda sick and tired of always being the black sheep who is never around for family things.... reunions, funerals, birthdays, holidays, etc etc. And I really wasn't keen on the idea of the rumor circulating around that "oh, THEY'Re not coming because they dont give a crap about this family and they NEVER come to anything... They choose to live overseas but then they say it's too expensive.... yet they keep going to Europe and Australia and Canada and yadda yadda yadda.... so then Grandma offered to pay and then they STILL said no...."
But now, The Mominator will gladly take the heat for driving the nail into that coffin, so that's good.
So to make a long story a little less long, this week = bad vibes, alone on mommy duty, my big buddy dies, and here I sit. Sad. For now.
Labels: RIP
How I Met Your Annoying People
0 Comments Published by Oh Wayward One on 18 August 2010 at 8/18/2010 04:27:00 pm.
OMG THANK GOD THIS WEEKEND IS OVER
Well, of course it's never good to go back to work but I can tell you this - this Monday couldn't come soon enough. Aggghhhhhhh.
In fairness to Uncle A., he is still in my good books and has changed a LOT for the better, over the last year. I love him again and am so proud of him for becoming more of a positive, optimistic, happy person. I think his transformation since last xmas has had a lot to do with having had (and lost) a good, serious relationship... learning how NOT to be like certain other negative forces in his life.... and a whole bunch of just general life experience and new people that he's come in contact with since he moved to South Africa. But anyway, this story is not about him. HE is lovely. We still like HIM.
This freakshow married chick he brought along on his ride this weekend to our place, however.... holy SHIT!
Without going completely overboard I will just explain that the whole experience was simply exhausting. Imagine the combination of the following personality traits, all squeezed into one human being (I will support with real, actual quotes absorbed over the weekend, for effect):
- Vanity ("I used to be a model you know... did I mention I used to be a model?")
- Ego ("I'm way out of his league")
- Racially charged ("Black people are like this, you don't understand black people, I'm trying to help you understand black people.... oh but how could you understand if you're white?")
- Knowitall ("I know I haven't been here before, but all Batswana think ____ and are ____, while all the people in South America - where I also haven't been - are like THIS, and think THIS").
- Loudmouth ("BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAHHHHHHHH!!!")
- Hypocritical ("i AM SO openminded & tolerant.... OMG when white people have the nerve to try and speak Zulu to me it is just SOooo annoying and they sound Soooo stupid.... and OMG how stupid and outrageous is it that white people in South Africa don't learn to speak any of the indigenous languages?!?!")
- Forward ("Here let me just open up this bottle of wine that I haven't asked if you're saving for anything and pour myself some to go along with the plate of leftovers from your dinner the night before we arrived that I'm going to help myself to")
- Pretentious ("I am very into Buddhism you know. I am a totally amazing yogi. In fact, I'm going to make sure you all see me out front MEDITATING. See I am a very spiritual person. I have very strong intuition, probably stronger than anyone else's - I really am very well read and knowledgeable about pretty much every belief system and school of philosophy out there")
- Judgemental ("Americans are all fat and unhealthy")
and last but not least...
- Schiiiiiiiit-zoooooooooooooooo!!!!! - too many examples to quote -
If I'm lyin, I'm dyin. Seriously. Imagine how exhausted I am. What's sad is that Uncle A. pretty much had no idea that this was the whole package because they only really hang out for short bursts of time, on their own turf in Jozi. But when you bring someone out of your "scene"and introduce them to your other friends, normally it results in them being a much more concentrated version of themselves and you see them under a microscope for the first time and OMG I don't think A. was very impressed with her "total package". Poor guy. He was apologizing for her repeatedly and I think will probably not be as quick to spend so much quality time with her after this, but DUDE. Why you gots to bring so much crazy into my house!?!?!
I mean sure, the Zulu people have a historical reputation of being fighters and crazy but this girl was all about "disproving stereotypes" (i.e. being married to a white Frenchman, having friends of all races, creeds, shapes & types.... I know because we had to hear about it for 72 hours) but then she went and acted like a crazy warrior for 3 days straight. Ugh. And ate all my food and didn't offer to pay for anything when we went out... INCLUDING herself. Ugh.
Anyway, luckily she went to bed earlier than anyone else so that late at night the 3 of us could hang around and chill out and NOT be having freaking heated debate/philosophical lectures/informative lecture/opinionated gross generalisations hurled at us from all angles. Whew! How nice to just watch a "How I Met Your Mother" marathon (thanks, Brandone!), play some Rummikub and stare at each other and crack the odd politically incorrect yo momma joke. Thank GOD!
In other news, I got word from Crazy E.... from previous "give me all your personal data so I can get a job with the Feds" fame.... who I have been kind of NOT making a huge effort (read: blocked from gchat and FB chat) to keep in touch with since then. In this latest email she's all EVER SO PROUD TO ANNOUNCE that she has taken a VERY IMPORTANT job with the UN and it will be moving she and hubby to Nairobi. Holy Space-Invasion, Batman! That puts her within a DIRECT FLIGHT of G-city!!! SHIT!! SHIT SHIT SHIT!!! I didn't want this! I am not excited! Do NOT WANT!! HELP!!! I can already imagine.... it's gonna be more of this whole weekend all over again..... for potentially the next 3-to-5 years!!! AGGHHHH!!! They're moving in September and I'm sure we can be expecting a drop in shortly thereafter. Sigh. Am I being intolerant or have I just gotten so old that my weekends are so precious that I can't bear the thought of having even just one more of them invaded by high-maintenence knowitall characters!??! Can't we all just hang out and watch 30 Rock and watch a damn rugby game? Maybe go see some silly standup comedy or cook a giant pot of fondue?
ugh.
I be tired just writin' this.
In OTHER news, my granny wants to send my fambly on a big cruise round el Carribbean. In late January. As thanks for helping out with the funeral & stuff while gramps was all up in bad shape and sheeit. I feel kinda guilty that she even includes me in that group since I was virtually useless by being overseas for the duration of his last "bad" years, as well as didnt even show at the funeral. I dont think we'll be able to swing it which sucks, because it would be fun and I havent been on a vacation with the bwuddaman for what, 20 years, and with the cousins even WAY longer than that. It would surely be a trip and a half. But we're going to Holland for xmas and coming back the 5th of Jan., so highly unlikely that The Mr. would agree to a week on "the other side" again so soon thereafter. So sad. But the Gran wants to send us the $$$ should we choose not to take her up on her deal, so that would be interesting. I have no idea how much a cruise costs these days anyhoo (for 3 people). The Mominator tells me to not feel bad about not being able to go (to me that sounds like she's trying to talk me OUT of it...? Do I sense post-sausage-throwing-incident-of-2010 backlash?) especially because LJJ wouldn't appreciate it at this age, and plus the ship doesnt allow you to leave children unattended in the staterooms for naps/sleeping/etc. Apparently. (how would they know?) But anyway.
Well, of course it's never good to go back to work but I can tell you this - this Monday couldn't come soon enough. Aggghhhhhhh.
In fairness to Uncle A., he is still in my good books and has changed a LOT for the better, over the last year. I love him again and am so proud of him for becoming more of a positive, optimistic, happy person. I think his transformation since last xmas has had a lot to do with having had (and lost) a good, serious relationship... learning how NOT to be like certain other negative forces in his life.... and a whole bunch of just general life experience and new people that he's come in contact with since he moved to South Africa. But anyway, this story is not about him. HE is lovely. We still like HIM.
This freakshow married chick he brought along on his ride this weekend to our place, however.... holy SHIT!
Without going completely overboard I will just explain that the whole experience was simply exhausting. Imagine the combination of the following personality traits, all squeezed into one human being (I will support with real, actual quotes absorbed over the weekend, for effect):
- Vanity ("I used to be a model you know... did I mention I used to be a model?")
- Ego ("I'm way out of his league")
- Racially charged ("Black people are like this, you don't understand black people, I'm trying to help you understand black people.... oh but how could you understand if you're white?")
- Knowitall ("I know I haven't been here before, but all Batswana think ____ and are ____, while all the people in South America - where I also haven't been - are like THIS, and think THIS").
- Loudmouth ("BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAHHHHHHHH!!!")
- Hypocritical ("i AM SO openminded & tolerant.... OMG when white people have the nerve to try and speak Zulu to me it is just SOooo annoying and they sound Soooo stupid.... and OMG how stupid and outrageous is it that white people in South Africa don't learn to speak any of the indigenous languages?!?!")
- Forward ("Here let me just open up this bottle of wine that I haven't asked if you're saving for anything and pour myself some to go along with the plate of leftovers from your dinner the night before we arrived that I'm going to help myself to")
- Pretentious ("I am very into Buddhism you know. I am a totally amazing yogi. In fact, I'm going to make sure you all see me out front MEDITATING. See I am a very spiritual person. I have very strong intuition, probably stronger than anyone else's - I really am very well read and knowledgeable about pretty much every belief system and school of philosophy out there")
- Judgemental ("Americans are all fat and unhealthy")
and last but not least...
- Schiiiiiiiit-zoooooooooooooooo!!!!! - too many examples to quote -
If I'm lyin, I'm dyin. Seriously. Imagine how exhausted I am. What's sad is that Uncle A. pretty much had no idea that this was the whole package because they only really hang out for short bursts of time, on their own turf in Jozi. But when you bring someone out of your "scene"and introduce them to your other friends, normally it results in them being a much more concentrated version of themselves and you see them under a microscope for the first time and OMG I don't think A. was very impressed with her "total package". Poor guy. He was apologizing for her repeatedly and I think will probably not be as quick to spend so much quality time with her after this, but DUDE. Why you gots to bring so much crazy into my house!?!?!
I mean sure, the Zulu people have a historical reputation of being fighters and crazy but this girl was all about "disproving stereotypes" (i.e. being married to a white Frenchman, having friends of all races, creeds, shapes & types.... I know because we had to hear about it for 72 hours) but then she went and acted like a crazy warrior for 3 days straight. Ugh. And ate all my food and didn't offer to pay for anything when we went out... INCLUDING herself. Ugh.
Anyway, luckily she went to bed earlier than anyone else so that late at night the 3 of us could hang around and chill out and NOT be having freaking heated debate/philosophical lectures/informative lecture/opinionated gross generalisations hurled at us from all angles. Whew! How nice to just watch a "How I Met Your Mother" marathon (thanks, Brandone!), play some Rummikub and stare at each other and crack the odd politically incorrect yo momma joke. Thank GOD!
In other news, I got word from Crazy E.... from previous "give me all your personal data so I can get a job with the Feds" fame.... who I have been kind of NOT making a huge effort (read: blocked from gchat and FB chat) to keep in touch with since then. In this latest email she's all EVER SO PROUD TO ANNOUNCE that she has taken a VERY IMPORTANT job with the UN and it will be moving she and hubby to Nairobi. Holy Space-Invasion, Batman! That puts her within a DIRECT FLIGHT of G-city!!! SHIT!! SHIT SHIT SHIT!!! I didn't want this! I am not excited! Do NOT WANT!! HELP!!! I can already imagine.... it's gonna be more of this whole weekend all over again..... for potentially the next 3-to-5 years!!! AGGHHHH!!! They're moving in September and I'm sure we can be expecting a drop in shortly thereafter. Sigh. Am I being intolerant or have I just gotten so old that my weekends are so precious that I can't bear the thought of having even just one more of them invaded by high-maintenence knowitall characters!??! Can't we all just hang out and watch 30 Rock and watch a damn rugby game? Maybe go see some silly standup comedy or cook a giant pot of fondue?
ugh.
I be tired just writin' this.
In OTHER news, my granny wants to send my fambly on a big cruise round el Carribbean. In late January. As thanks for helping out with the funeral & stuff while gramps was all up in bad shape and sheeit. I feel kinda guilty that she even includes me in that group since I was virtually useless by being overseas for the duration of his last "bad" years, as well as didnt even show at the funeral. I dont think we'll be able to swing it which sucks, because it would be fun and I havent been on a vacation with the bwuddaman for what, 20 years, and with the cousins even WAY longer than that. It would surely be a trip and a half. But we're going to Holland for xmas and coming back the 5th of Jan., so highly unlikely that The Mr. would agree to a week on "the other side" again so soon thereafter. So sad. But the Gran wants to send us the $$$ should we choose not to take her up on her deal, so that would be interesting. I have no idea how much a cruise costs these days anyhoo (for 3 people). The Mominator tells me to not feel bad about not being able to go (to me that sounds like she's trying to talk me OUT of it...? Do I sense post-sausage-throwing-incident-of-2010 backlash?) especially because LJJ wouldn't appreciate it at this age, and plus the ship doesnt allow you to leave children unattended in the staterooms for naps/sleeping/etc. Apparently. (how would they know?) But anyway.
mmmkay well it aint gonna be H1N1
0 Comments Published by Oh Wayward One on 12 August 2010 at 8/12/2010 04:54:00 pm.
because I got my vaccinations!
The Mr. and the Toddler and I all got H1N1 vaxies today, they were giving them out for free all over the country and we availed. We were talking about how we probably should've done some research on said vaccine before getting jabbed with it, but with these sort of things I don't WANT to be skeptical. I mean my old buddy & guitar player died from it right here in River City and not to mention others that I don't know, so clearly it exists - I don't buy all that "it's just a conspiracy" crap... and not to mention this sort of free-vax programme is put on by overseas NGOs and grants and funds and what-what-what that all the rich first-worlders with too much money to burn like to come down here and farm out to Africa so I know it's the type of programme that HAS to succeed or nobody will ever try anything like this again. And in order for it to succeed, they say at least 80% of the country has to avail of it and take advantage of the free service, so I believe I should contribute to those numbers for the greater good. Some idiot imbesciles get on the radio and start talking about how their Great-Grandmother got the shot and then all her teeth fell out or all her cattle died or something like that and then that story spreads like wildfire and then all these eejots get paranoid and start spreading rumors around about how the vaccine will kill you and then nobody goes and gets it. And then they won't do the free programme anymore. It makes The MR. and I so mad, but it is SO BW.
Anyhoo, we were in and out of the clinic in under 20 mins and the kid only cried for a few seconds, an annoyance that was swiftly diverted by a shiny piece of plastic, and away we flew.
But otherwise HEALTH HAS NOT BEEN ON MY SIDE. It has, in fact, been exactly 1 week since THE DISEASE (whatever it was) got me. And struck me down HARD. My last blog post was written on thursday - which was the day that it all happened. I woke up feeling SUPER tired, went to work, had 3 cups of coffee and still felt like I had run a marathon the day before. Was REALLY dragging. Then like magic, that afternoon my temperature just skyrocketed like crazy and I went home a little early, at which point I went to give The Mr. a hug and he was all like "HOLY SHIT I CAN FEEL YOU RADIATING FROM 3 FEET AWAY!! LOOK AT YOU, YOU'RE GLOWING!!!" so needless to say I had a pretty bad fever. I was going to go to the Hash Mismanagement meeting at the B&B Bar but was firmly instructed to stay home. And it all went downhill from there. Friday found me laid up big time without even a HOPE of moving, then saturday my fever was down so I STUPIDLY let The Mr. talk me into having a glass of wine (make that 2 - HIS FAULT) with dinner (under the premise "aw, come on, we can't go out since you're sick so we might as well have a glass of wine with dinner!" RUBBISH! Remind me never to listen to any of his un-medical-nonsense ever again!!!) and then the next day we went to the Hash and it was my week to walk (luckily - because otherwise I would've died) and we had a braa afterwords and the whole day I just felt hungover and horrible. Then Monday the whatever-it-was gave way to a horrible cold and ever since I have been lacking the ability to nose-breathe and have snuffled up approximately 3 rainforests in kleenex. bleh. And now it's all about the chest congestion. FUNNNNNNNN!
But nevertheless I think it's all on the up and up now. AND during all that I managed to write a couple hundred more words on my research. Bully for me.
In the meantime Uncle A is coming up tomorrow on a spur-of-the-moment visit for the weekend with a "mystery lady". The kicker is that said "mystery lady" happens to be a "married mystery lady" with whom he is supposedly NOT involved "in that way" so this should be interesting. It will be fun to have some distraction from THE DISEASE though because I am so freakin sick & tired of being sick & tired. And boy have I been sick & tired!!! I tried playing banjo last night and my fingers couldn't move past 60bps on the metronome. I quit in disgust and watched Cougar Town, which DAMN is that one funny ass show. High priority on my belly laughs counter from now on. Courtney Cox is my hero.
The Mr. and the Toddler and I all got H1N1 vaxies today, they were giving them out for free all over the country and we availed. We were talking about how we probably should've done some research on said vaccine before getting jabbed with it, but with these sort of things I don't WANT to be skeptical. I mean my old buddy & guitar player died from it right here in River City and not to mention others that I don't know, so clearly it exists - I don't buy all that "it's just a conspiracy" crap... and not to mention this sort of free-vax programme is put on by overseas NGOs and grants and funds and what-what-what that all the rich first-worlders with too much money to burn like to come down here and farm out to Africa so I know it's the type of programme that HAS to succeed or nobody will ever try anything like this again. And in order for it to succeed, they say at least 80% of the country has to avail of it and take advantage of the free service, so I believe I should contribute to those numbers for the greater good. Some idiot imbesciles get on the radio and start talking about how their Great-Grandmother got the shot and then all her teeth fell out or all her cattle died or something like that and then that story spreads like wildfire and then all these eejots get paranoid and start spreading rumors around about how the vaccine will kill you and then nobody goes and gets it. And then they won't do the free programme anymore. It makes The MR. and I so mad, but it is SO BW.
Anyhoo, we were in and out of the clinic in under 20 mins and the kid only cried for a few seconds, an annoyance that was swiftly diverted by a shiny piece of plastic, and away we flew.
But otherwise HEALTH HAS NOT BEEN ON MY SIDE. It has, in fact, been exactly 1 week since THE DISEASE (whatever it was) got me. And struck me down HARD. My last blog post was written on thursday - which was the day that it all happened. I woke up feeling SUPER tired, went to work, had 3 cups of coffee and still felt like I had run a marathon the day before. Was REALLY dragging. Then like magic, that afternoon my temperature just skyrocketed like crazy and I went home a little early, at which point I went to give The Mr. a hug and he was all like "HOLY SHIT I CAN FEEL YOU RADIATING FROM 3 FEET AWAY!! LOOK AT YOU, YOU'RE GLOWING!!!" so needless to say I had a pretty bad fever. I was going to go to the Hash Mismanagement meeting at the B&B Bar but was firmly instructed to stay home. And it all went downhill from there. Friday found me laid up big time without even a HOPE of moving, then saturday my fever was down so I STUPIDLY let The Mr. talk me into having a glass of wine (make that 2 - HIS FAULT) with dinner (under the premise "aw, come on, we can't go out since you're sick so we might as well have a glass of wine with dinner!" RUBBISH! Remind me never to listen to any of his un-medical-nonsense ever again!!!) and then the next day we went to the Hash and it was my week to walk (luckily - because otherwise I would've died) and we had a braa afterwords and the whole day I just felt hungover and horrible. Then Monday the whatever-it-was gave way to a horrible cold and ever since I have been lacking the ability to nose-breathe and have snuffled up approximately 3 rainforests in kleenex. bleh. And now it's all about the chest congestion. FUNNNNNNNN!
But nevertheless I think it's all on the up and up now. AND during all that I managed to write a couple hundred more words on my research. Bully for me.
In the meantime Uncle A is coming up tomorrow on a spur-of-the-moment visit for the weekend with a "mystery lady". The kicker is that said "mystery lady" happens to be a "married mystery lady" with whom he is supposedly NOT involved "in that way" so this should be interesting. It will be fun to have some distraction from THE DISEASE though because I am so freakin sick & tired of being sick & tired. And boy have I been sick & tired!!! I tried playing banjo last night and my fingers couldn't move past 60bps on the metronome. I quit in disgust and watched Cougar Town, which DAMN is that one funny ass show. High priority on my belly laughs counter from now on. Courtney Cox is my hero.
Let's play "Name that Disease"....
0 Comments Published by Oh Wayward One on 05 August 2010 at 8/05/2010 01:25:00 pm.
Here are the symptoms:
1. sudden onset of high temperature
2. extreme fatigue
3. some sneezing
4. general body aches
5. flush-ed-ness
That's about it. Whatever it is, it's the answer to how I am doing? today. yippeeeeeee.....
I hate to admit it but onset of illness aside, I have well and truly officially run out of steam. My post-holiday glow is gone, my well-restedness is nowhere to be found, I can't open my eyes earlier than the alarm anymore, patience with those around me is waning, and I just can't be bothered to put up with the all-around shyte.
-sigh-
But I suppose one good thing can be said for the past week and that is that I have managed to put text to paper and have formed the basis of a few research chapters. Bully for me.
No wait, actually it is bully for me - I mean it's something I haven't managed to do properly yet for the entirity of 2010 so there we go. Something to be happy about. Woo hoo.
12,000 words, huh?
So far I have 187+ 755+663... let's see, that's 1,605 words. Oh goodie only 10,000+ more to go. Blehhhhhhhh
This weekend was pretty fun, although admittedly I could already feel the positive energy being sucked out of my bones. Saturday night we went over to Jac&Mar's for dinner and it was all fine but we realized what a Negative Nelly that Mar can be which I suppose was kind of grating on my already-fragile state of mind. Just normal unnecessary stuff.... doesn't like the food here, doesn't like people, doesn't want to spend money on anything, doesn't like dogs, doesn't like much. It really kind of made us realize that if it wasn't for Jac being her hubster it would be a pretty ill-fitting match of people to socialize with. But what the hey, we had a nice dinner and some vino and that was that. To be honest, when Jac suggested playing poker (which normally I would be all over, seein' as I love me some card games) I even was kind of ambivalent and made up an excuse about how we had to wake up early for the Super Mountain Hash the next moring. I can assure you if it had been K&H our Belgian friends/neighbours we woulda been there til 2am at least. Social Fail on my part. :-(
Sunday the LJJ was feeling a lot better and the Hash was a lot of fun - the annual K-hill Ascent complete with Gin & Tonics at the summit and believe it or not a very serendip-ppity-doo-da-day experience for me.... this new Canadian guy (we'll call him The Pirate) was in attendence for the first time ever and as we got to talking somehow the subject of music came up and I mentioned what a lonely ol' banjo player I am these days because my only guitar-weilding companion done kicked the bucket on me (JB, whom he actually knew). Lo and behold he tells me about this blues & folk festival that he's organizing for October in a wee cow town just south of us, where all us non-conventional musician types are going to get together and jam and clinic and connect and what-what-what. I was elated!! I literally almost skipped all the way down the mountain. Hot diggity! An outlet for my pickin!!
However then it was when I realized that I don't have a band, and the only real way that I could make any progress on this "Moo-fest" as they be callin' it, is to join up on the FB site. Which I promptly did. So hopefully a bit of networking before October and I may be in luck.
For some reason playing again is weighing heavily on my mind - I think it was just the extacy of playing with the guys in the basement back home in July that awoke this corner of my brain that had been dormant since JB died. Honestly if I had a gun to my head I would have to say that it was that moment (those few hours) that defined the happiest that I have been for as long as I have been living here, which is pretty scary if you think about the fact that I'm doing next to nothing to get up and at 'em again at the moment (outside of playing with the geriatric quartet and along with my iPod)!!
I guess a little bit of that serendipitous meeting on sunday was responsible for this strange, eerie, creepy premonition that I've been living with throughout the rest of the week til now - which is that around the corner somewhere lies a band, and I'm in it. Woah. Heavy. I guess it never occurred to me to "start your own, dummy", but now it has and I'm wrestling with the idea which doesn't sit naturally with me because I'm such a viola player (read: I'm such a non-leader, more of a stage left type, more of a backgrounder, definitely NOT a singer/frontgirl/organizer) so therefore I guess I have always just waited til the dudes come to me and organize the "just for fun" screw-around sessions I have loved & lived for since I was a teenager. So it feels weird, but I see this "thing" forming in my imagination and over the past few days I have been thinking about it a lot - even coming up with a few shadows of an idea or 2 about a couple local musicians (one guitar player, one fiddle player) who I am just gingerly coming to the decision to approach with my wild & woolly "bluegrass in BW" idea. All I need is some balls.
Although I feel like rubbish, I'm trying to look forward to good stuff on the horizon. Like a couple weeks from now when we're off to Jozi to hang out with Uncle Alan and go to the GTF show. It will be kinda like his late birthday party, and we have to spend heaps of time with him whenever possible now that he's decided to piss off and hitchhike up to Sudan or wherever-the-hell starting in October for 6 months. I mean he might not survive, right!? HA! Anyhoo he's going to take me to his saturday morning hippie-yoga-in-the-park class which I am desperate for since it has been since-Lucy-left that I have been to yoga class (since her replacement is not my cup of tea). Also he is turning funny because his social circle now is quite hippie-centric after meeting all these funny friendly space-cadet girls in his yoga classes. I can't wait to meet them and see how my little antichrist brother-from-another-mother is rolling with these earth mammas. HA!
uh oh, I think my eyeballs are boiling. That can't be a good thing.
good lord I have no idea how I'm gonna make it through the Hash mismanagement meeting tonight at the B&B bar, if I feel like this now. Good thing it's my day to work from home tomorrow.
Done!
1. sudden onset of high temperature
2. extreme fatigue
3. some sneezing
4. general body aches
5. flush-ed-ness
That's about it. Whatever it is, it's the answer to how I am doing? today. yippeeeeeee.....
I hate to admit it but onset of illness aside, I have well and truly officially run out of steam. My post-holiday glow is gone, my well-restedness is nowhere to be found, I can't open my eyes earlier than the alarm anymore, patience with those around me is waning, and I just can't be bothered to put up with the all-around shyte.
-sigh-
But I suppose one good thing can be said for the past week and that is that I have managed to put text to paper and have formed the basis of a few research chapters. Bully for me.
No wait, actually it is bully for me - I mean it's something I haven't managed to do properly yet for the entirity of 2010 so there we go. Something to be happy about. Woo hoo.
12,000 words, huh?
So far I have 187+ 755+663... let's see, that's 1,605 words. Oh goodie only 10,000+ more to go. Blehhhhhhhh
This weekend was pretty fun, although admittedly I could already feel the positive energy being sucked out of my bones. Saturday night we went over to Jac&Mar's for dinner and it was all fine but we realized what a Negative Nelly that Mar can be which I suppose was kind of grating on my already-fragile state of mind. Just normal unnecessary stuff.... doesn't like the food here, doesn't like people, doesn't want to spend money on anything, doesn't like dogs, doesn't like much. It really kind of made us realize that if it wasn't for Jac being her hubster it would be a pretty ill-fitting match of people to socialize with. But what the hey, we had a nice dinner and some vino and that was that. To be honest, when Jac suggested playing poker (which normally I would be all over, seein' as I love me some card games) I even was kind of ambivalent and made up an excuse about how we had to wake up early for the Super Mountain Hash the next moring. I can assure you if it had been K&H our Belgian friends/neighbours we woulda been there til 2am at least. Social Fail on my part. :-(
Sunday the LJJ was feeling a lot better and the Hash was a lot of fun - the annual K-hill Ascent complete with Gin & Tonics at the summit and believe it or not a very serendip-ppity-doo-da-day experience for me.... this new Canadian guy (we'll call him The Pirate) was in attendence for the first time ever and as we got to talking somehow the subject of music came up and I mentioned what a lonely ol' banjo player I am these days because my only guitar-weilding companion done kicked the bucket on me (JB, whom he actually knew). Lo and behold he tells me about this blues & folk festival that he's organizing for October in a wee cow town just south of us, where all us non-conventional musician types are going to get together and jam and clinic and connect and what-what-what. I was elated!! I literally almost skipped all the way down the mountain. Hot diggity! An outlet for my pickin!!
However then it was when I realized that I don't have a band, and the only real way that I could make any progress on this "Moo-fest" as they be callin' it, is to join up on the FB site. Which I promptly did. So hopefully a bit of networking before October and I may be in luck.
For some reason playing again is weighing heavily on my mind - I think it was just the extacy of playing with the guys in the basement back home in July that awoke this corner of my brain that had been dormant since JB died. Honestly if I had a gun to my head I would have to say that it was that moment (those few hours) that defined the happiest that I have been for as long as I have been living here, which is pretty scary if you think about the fact that I'm doing next to nothing to get up and at 'em again at the moment (outside of playing with the geriatric quartet and along with my iPod)!!
I guess a little bit of that serendipitous meeting on sunday was responsible for this strange, eerie, creepy premonition that I've been living with throughout the rest of the week til now - which is that around the corner somewhere lies a band, and I'm in it. Woah. Heavy. I guess it never occurred to me to "start your own, dummy", but now it has and I'm wrestling with the idea which doesn't sit naturally with me because I'm such a viola player (read: I'm such a non-leader, more of a stage left type, more of a backgrounder, definitely NOT a singer/frontgirl/organizer) so therefore I guess I have always just waited til the dudes come to me and organize the "just for fun" screw-around sessions I have loved & lived for since I was a teenager. So it feels weird, but I see this "thing" forming in my imagination and over the past few days I have been thinking about it a lot - even coming up with a few shadows of an idea or 2 about a couple local musicians (one guitar player, one fiddle player) who I am just gingerly coming to the decision to approach with my wild & woolly "bluegrass in BW" idea. All I need is some balls.
Although I feel like rubbish, I'm trying to look forward to good stuff on the horizon. Like a couple weeks from now when we're off to Jozi to hang out with Uncle Alan and go to the GTF show. It will be kinda like his late birthday party, and we have to spend heaps of time with him whenever possible now that he's decided to piss off and hitchhike up to Sudan or wherever-the-hell starting in October for 6 months. I mean he might not survive, right!? HA! Anyhoo he's going to take me to his saturday morning hippie-yoga-in-the-park class which I am desperate for since it has been since-Lucy-left that I have been to yoga class (since her replacement is not my cup of tea). Also he is turning funny because his social circle now is quite hippie-centric after meeting all these funny friendly space-cadet girls in his yoga classes. I can't wait to meet them and see how my little antichrist brother-from-another-mother is rolling with these earth mammas. HA!
uh oh, I think my eyeballs are boiling. That can't be a good thing.
good lord I have no idea how I'm gonna make it through the Hash mismanagement meeting tonight at the B&B bar, if I feel like this now. Good thing it's my day to work from home tomorrow.
Done!
