Paragraphs in the wind
0 Comments Published by Oh Wayward One on 18 September 2007 at 9/18/2007 08:17:00 am.
before I'm gone with the wind...
Like Tuesday. I'm like Tuesday in the Lynard Skynard song "Tuesday's Gone" WOO HOO!
Tomorrow we wake up early and Alan, the Mr., and myself drive down to Joburg. Alan drops us off at the airport and takes the car off our hands til we get back. The Mr. and I wing our way off to Umhlanga beach (just outside Durban). I can't wait - first of all I'm gatvol of work at the moment, and I need to get recharged. All these weekends camping out in the bush or going to parties or whatever the past months are not exactly what I call recharging. You scramble to pack up all your gear, dash to the grocery store for all your provisions, drive like a bullet across miles of highway, scramble to get your tent up before dark, drive around all weekend trying to see stuff, and then race back to town in order to bathe and go to bed on sunday night. Whew!
We are staying with Ma and Pa P. at their timeshare on Cabana Beach from Wednesday-Friday. It's not exactly "our" typea' place (big tacky Miami-style high-rise) but it's their timeshare and that's where they are this week, so it's free (!) and there's a spare room and we'll have our own car so we can zip around and do whatever we please whenever the hectic pace of sitting on the beach and staring out to sea whilst drinking cocktails gets to be too much. All I know is that there's a Portuguese seafood restaurant there that has my name on it!!!!!
Then saturday we fly back to Joburg where Alan picks us up and we immediately hit Jéan's place for a night out on the town (goin' out BIG TIME! None of this Botswana-night-life farce!) for my baby's BIG 3-0!!! OK, actually it's Monday but since we'll be down in the big smoke, since we'll be with the 2 boys, since we DESERVE a break from the tired old routine up here in Gabz-city, since my sweetie is becoming an old man like me, why WOULDN'T we take advantage of our timing and go for it a few days early?!? Besides, take it from me, Monday birthdays SUCK.
Sunday it's back in the car and back up here, via Rustenburg for lunch at the last sushi outpost before Botswana. Sans Alan. Boo hoo! My days of having a makeshift brother around again are nearing their end. My hard-ass running trainer is abandoning me. Ah, he'll only be 3 hours away and I'm so proud of him for getting to start his new life in SA finally, but his presence will be dearly missed. Still ranking as best houseguest ever. Even after nearly 2 months! Maybe it's just the laid back lifestyle in botswana that makes everything so easy, or the air or the water or who knows what, but really we hardly even know he's there. All I notice is my continually shrinking ass. Right ON!
"The Mustache" has vetoed our landscape design. Finally we were summoned. The presentation was made. The decision was rendered. He doesn't like landscaping. He doesn't see the need for the official residence of the president to have the appearance of "status" or be landscaped for formal functions where attendees can range from heads of state to ambassadors to other world leaders. He wants concrete and rocks. Fine. Whatever. Quite frankly, I'm of the opinion that if there are people in your country who don't even have running water and lights, then the head of state shouldn't be running up a massive irrigation bill in a desert climate and contribute to urban sky glow with a bunch of flood lighting. But THAT WASN'T THE BRIEF WE WERE GIVEN!!! We were told, 3 years ago that the design breif was to design a "formal garden that reflects the status of the head of state, and provides an aesthetically pleasing environment in which to hold prestigious celebrations and events for international visitors and dignitaries". Ahem. Whatever. We've been told that THAT brief was for THAT president. As of next year, it's THIS guy. THIS guy wants 30,000 square metres of land to be landscaped for under a million Pula. End of story. Now we have to do it all over again, from scratch. New money of course. So what do I care?? Well, frankly I don't like workin' for the damn VP/next Prez. Too much pressure!!!!
Next paragraph - I want mexican food. I want to go eat real mexican food (not the easy do-it-yourself burritos and fajitas that I make at home). Baked enchiladas. mmmm. that's what I want. And you always want what you can't have.
Oh. and my first boyfriend (Jr. High era) found me on Friendster this week. I accepted his invitation to be friends. hee hee! The one my mother always wanted me to marry. The first date, the first kiss, the all american dream... straight A student, good looking, good family, grew up to be a Doctor, etc. THE ONE WE ALL THOUGHT WAS GAY after high school. It was just SILLY how much I was desperate to find out all about him and what he's been up to since over 10 years ago. The catch is that he doesn't have any photographs of himself, or any personal info posted up on his page. At All. Damn! Of course I'm curious now. All I know is that it says "interested in dating - Women" where you have to select what kind of connections you're interested in making. Ah HA! So we were all wrong!!!???
It's really hot. 38 degrees this saturday. Just got the pool back to it's summertime (clean) state so we all went swimmin'. Niiiiice.
Oh! And Petra is moving to my neighbourhood! Can't wait!!! My social life is coming to ME! haha!
Friday was great- the 3 of us took a 1-off star gazing course (held at the game reserve across from our neighbourhood) which was amazing. I now know like 700% southern hemisphere constillations than I did before. I can find the Line of the Zodiac and immediately identify Scorpio, Sagittarius, the Centaur, Lupus, Virgo, Libra, etc. It was so beautiful being out in the bush in the dark and having an expert teach you all this stuff. There was even a braai and drinks and then some traditional dancers put on a bit of a show for us. Loved it. Think the boys did too. Now we're hoping Alan can impress all the pretty girls down in SA with his astronomical knowledge! HAA! Took a walk this sunday in the scorching heat of mid-day looking for crocs down by the dam outside our neighbourhood. Smaaaaaaaart. Didn't see any. Nearly got heat stroke though.
Watching BUTT Loads of world cup rugby. South Africa looks good. I'm so glad. Woo hoo! Just fearing our inevitable match up against New Zealand, when it comes. Yikes!
ok that's all the paragraphs I can come up with. Roll on the early weekend! Man I love 2-day work weeks.
Like Tuesday. I'm like Tuesday in the Lynard Skynard song "Tuesday's Gone" WOO HOO!
Tomorrow we wake up early and Alan, the Mr., and myself drive down to Joburg. Alan drops us off at the airport and takes the car off our hands til we get back. The Mr. and I wing our way off to Umhlanga beach (just outside Durban). I can't wait - first of all I'm gatvol of work at the moment, and I need to get recharged. All these weekends camping out in the bush or going to parties or whatever the past months are not exactly what I call recharging. You scramble to pack up all your gear, dash to the grocery store for all your provisions, drive like a bullet across miles of highway, scramble to get your tent up before dark, drive around all weekend trying to see stuff, and then race back to town in order to bathe and go to bed on sunday night. Whew!
We are staying with Ma and Pa P. at their timeshare on Cabana Beach from Wednesday-Friday. It's not exactly "our" typea' place (big tacky Miami-style high-rise) but it's their timeshare and that's where they are this week, so it's free (!) and there's a spare room and we'll have our own car so we can zip around and do whatever we please whenever the hectic pace of sitting on the beach and staring out to sea whilst drinking cocktails gets to be too much. All I know is that there's a Portuguese seafood restaurant there that has my name on it!!!!!
Then saturday we fly back to Joburg where Alan picks us up and we immediately hit Jéan's place for a night out on the town (goin' out BIG TIME! None of this Botswana-night-life farce!) for my baby's BIG 3-0!!! OK, actually it's Monday but since we'll be down in the big smoke, since we'll be with the 2 boys, since we DESERVE a break from the tired old routine up here in Gabz-city, since my sweetie is becoming an old man like me, why WOULDN'T we take advantage of our timing and go for it a few days early?!? Besides, take it from me, Monday birthdays SUCK.
Sunday it's back in the car and back up here, via Rustenburg for lunch at the last sushi outpost before Botswana. Sans Alan. Boo hoo! My days of having a makeshift brother around again are nearing their end. My hard-ass running trainer is abandoning me. Ah, he'll only be 3 hours away and I'm so proud of him for getting to start his new life in SA finally, but his presence will be dearly missed. Still ranking as best houseguest ever. Even after nearly 2 months! Maybe it's just the laid back lifestyle in botswana that makes everything so easy, or the air or the water or who knows what, but really we hardly even know he's there. All I notice is my continually shrinking ass. Right ON!
"The Mustache" has vetoed our landscape design. Finally we were summoned. The presentation was made. The decision was rendered. He doesn't like landscaping. He doesn't see the need for the official residence of the president to have the appearance of "status" or be landscaped for formal functions where attendees can range from heads of state to ambassadors to other world leaders. He wants concrete and rocks. Fine. Whatever. Quite frankly, I'm of the opinion that if there are people in your country who don't even have running water and lights, then the head of state shouldn't be running up a massive irrigation bill in a desert climate and contribute to urban sky glow with a bunch of flood lighting. But THAT WASN'T THE BRIEF WE WERE GIVEN!!! We were told, 3 years ago that the design breif was to design a "formal garden that reflects the status of the head of state, and provides an aesthetically pleasing environment in which to hold prestigious celebrations and events for international visitors and dignitaries". Ahem. Whatever. We've been told that THAT brief was for THAT president. As of next year, it's THIS guy. THIS guy wants 30,000 square metres of land to be landscaped for under a million Pula. End of story. Now we have to do it all over again, from scratch. New money of course. So what do I care?? Well, frankly I don't like workin' for the damn VP/next Prez. Too much pressure!!!!
Next paragraph - I want mexican food. I want to go eat real mexican food (not the easy do-it-yourself burritos and fajitas that I make at home). Baked enchiladas. mmmm. that's what I want. And you always want what you can't have.
Oh. and my first boyfriend (Jr. High era) found me on Friendster this week. I accepted his invitation to be friends. hee hee! The one my mother always wanted me to marry. The first date, the first kiss, the all american dream... straight A student, good looking, good family, grew up to be a Doctor, etc. THE ONE WE ALL THOUGHT WAS GAY after high school. It was just SILLY how much I was desperate to find out all about him and what he's been up to since over 10 years ago. The catch is that he doesn't have any photographs of himself, or any personal info posted up on his page. At All. Damn! Of course I'm curious now. All I know is that it says "interested in dating - Women" where you have to select what kind of connections you're interested in making. Ah HA! So we were all wrong!!!???
It's really hot. 38 degrees this saturday. Just got the pool back to it's summertime (clean) state so we all went swimmin'. Niiiiice.
Oh! And Petra is moving to my neighbourhood! Can't wait!!! My social life is coming to ME! haha!
Friday was great- the 3 of us took a 1-off star gazing course (held at the game reserve across from our neighbourhood) which was amazing. I now know like 700% southern hemisphere constillations than I did before. I can find the Line of the Zodiac and immediately identify Scorpio, Sagittarius, the Centaur, Lupus, Virgo, Libra, etc. It was so beautiful being out in the bush in the dark and having an expert teach you all this stuff. There was even a braai and drinks and then some traditional dancers put on a bit of a show for us. Loved it. Think the boys did too. Now we're hoping Alan can impress all the pretty girls down in SA with his astronomical knowledge! HAA! Took a walk this sunday in the scorching heat of mid-day looking for crocs down by the dam outside our neighbourhood. Smaaaaaaaart. Didn't see any. Nearly got heat stroke though.
Watching BUTT Loads of world cup rugby. South Africa looks good. I'm so glad. Woo hoo! Just fearing our inevitable match up against New Zealand, when it comes. Yikes!
ok that's all the paragraphs I can come up with. Roll on the early weekend! Man I love 2-day work weeks.
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