celebrating the end of purgatory

A friend of mine is having her last day at her work tomorrow and that got me thinking about my last day at the call centre (purgatory) and how I celebrated it.

My DH said that he will take me out for a fancy dinner (which reminds me he still hasn’t) if I go to work in my PJ’s…

they proof as they say is in the pudding:

how did you celebrate your last day at a particularly vile job?


Aiming low

today the bar is set very low, bearing the brunt of a particularly vicious UTI…

so my happiness is thought for today is:

happiness is not peeing in my pants before I get to see the urologist this afternoon…


happiness is….

I have been way to glum off late, so I am going to try and turn that frown upside down and post something every day that makes me happy, it could be meaningful or really inconsequential, big or small…anything that makes me smile and gives me a warm fuzzy feeling…

so for today…

happiness is worn in pair of shoes!

sidebar: can you guess who went shoe shopping this am?


I see stupid people…

…they are everywhere

Think of how stupid the average person is, and realize half of them stupider than that” George Carlin

case in point:

Textbook Double Double Darwin
2010 Darwin Award Nominee
Confirmed True by Darwin

Who would park the car on a busy freeway in heavy fog, for a quickie?That’s the whole picture: A young couple, driving along Via Dutra, the largest freeway in Brazil with tons of heavy traffic, at 6AM under heavy fog. The couple decided that this was the time to park (for “dating” according to the charming Google translation) and, yes, they parked on the freeway in the right-hand lane, not on the shoulder, the median, or at a gas station. Naturally, given time a cargo truck encountered a “speed bump,” instantly killing both — during the act of procreation — double-double Darwin Award! (2) people making (2) obviously bad decisions, and natural selection acts at the very moment the two are reproducing. Textbook!


“A Thousand Splendid Suns” Khaled Hosseini

I have always loved reading.  I love it so much that I would forego a meal to buy a book.  Other girls like shoes, clothes, I just want books.

I grew up on a farm and for the first couple of years we didn’t have electricity, and our evenings were spent by candle or lamp light.  With no power there was no television and when we complained to my mother that we were bored, she would just direct us to the bookshelf and say, “read”.

I recently joined a book club, and besides being allowed to consume copious amounts of vino, we do actually read.  The set up is such that with the R50 contribution collected at every gathering the next person to host the book-club goes out and buys as many books as possible.  This allows for the influx of new books and also serves as a challenge so that we are forced to read authors that we would not normally read.

One such author, to whom I am now a devout follower, is Khaled Hosseini.

This story follows two women in Afghanistan and how circumstances brought them together and laid the foundation for a friendship that eventually culminates in one of the woman laying down her live for the other.  Reading this book was like riding an emotional rollercoaster.  At times I was filled with rage at the absolute manipulative behaviour of some of the characters, the oppression of the women and the sheer violence that they had to endure only to be filled with such awe at the ability of the characters to endure and rise above the situation.

If there is one quote that completely sums up the message of this book, it is something that Mariam (the lead character) mom said to her:  “Women like us. We endure. It’s all we have.”

This book underlines the refugee crisis caused by the upsurge of violence as a result of the regime changes in Afghanistan and tells the stories (albeit via only a handful of families) about the more than 5 million refugees that fled to Pakistan and Iran during the height of the violence, of which more than 2 million still remain in the neighbouring countries.  More shockingly still was that the families that returned to Kabul lives on less than one US dollar per day.  If nothing else, this book forces us to take a long hard look into our own lives and all that we have.

I was unable to put it down, and was truly sad when the story came to an end. If I were to sum up the book in two words: “Life changing”