Old Fart

I am not sure when it happened, it must have been one of those gradual things.  Like putting on weight, one day you are still young and nubile and the next you look like you could be cast as Atilla the Hun (I always imagine him to have been some huge, hairy creature with hygiene issues).

Anyway, back to the point. I became an old fart. No fun. Stick in the mud. So many words but it all boils down to the same thing. B.O.R.I.N.G.

So today I bid the husband that we should throw caution to the wind and be the masters of our own destinies and get into the car on the day of morrow to take the lovely drive out to Barrydale to Warmwaterbergspa, where we were fortunate to find space. Cosmos trying to tell us something? You bet ya!

Ahh, warm water springs in the cold karoo winter, what more does one need?

Relishing this new found carpe diem attitude and to celebrate I  may even shave for the occasion, seeying as the world is my oyster!

Here’s to new adventures!


Act your age, why don’t you?

I knew this day would come sooner or later, but hoped that this time around the baby would be kind. Ahh wishfull thinking.

I am so disgusted I could smack on of those happy, shiny, glowing pregnant ladies!

I sprouted what may be considered a second nose, chin oh hell who am I kidding this damn thing is so big, it quite possibly be my alterior ego coming out.  The husband, one can always count on them to be real emotionally supportive and understanding, leaned in real close this morning and asked me whether I had ever seen anything quite so big. And then the shit waited for me to answer.  Okay I will give you a moment to stop sniggering.

Asif it wasn’t bad enough I had to sit on this train with this face. I am mortified. Also my face is starting to be drawn downwards by the sheer weight of this thing.

For once (and I am aware that I may regret this later, but blame this entirely on the hormones) I would like to actually look the age I am, and not sixteen. Sixteen Sucks.

A paper bag will not quite cover this, so the only solution is to go and hide out till the condition improves. Any ideas?


In case you were wondering…

I spend alot of time on the internet, especially forums, skype and such (unless my boss asks of course in which case I am busy with work all day long).

You learn to pick up the lingo,which is great, because it really gets cumbersome to type of these long-winded sentences so abreviations and acronyms makes things easier.  As with any language it takes a while to get the hang of it, and inevitably there seems to be those that really has no idea what is going on.

<One of my pet peeves is people using words/acronyms that they do not understand and then eventually it ends up being used in the wrong context, or bad grammar. This seems to be prevalent on forums and blogs and such.  Don’t get me wrong, this is not a personal attack on anyone, I myself make plenty of spelling mistakes and do not purport to be perfect, in fact I am sure that there are plenty of people that can vouch that I am very far from that. >

One such misuse is really getting on my nerves…

LOL or Laugh out Loud

Surprisingly, one would think that this is really self exaplanitory, if only.  This is supposed to be used when something is really funny, when *and here is the kicker* it actually makes you laugh out loud. So if say I said my cat died, then LOL would not be the proper response, unless you are a sadist with some serious mommy issues and responsible for the said death.

LOL can also be substituted for ROFLMAO (Rolling on the floor laughing my ass off), LMAO (Laughing my ass off) or even LMSO (Laughing my socks off).

But please, for the LOVE OF NEPTUNE (thank you Spongebob) only use it when something is actually funny.

I implore you.

Here is some of the places I have seen it used…

I went to bed late last night-LOL < I ask you, really, what is so funny in that?>

I have a killer headache LOL <Again, this may just be me, but I fail so see the humor in that too>

or my personal favourite:

In response to a compliment…isn’t that usually where ‘Thank you’ goes?

I dare you, go and look amongst your friends Facebook status’es, Tweets, Blogs and you would be surprised how many of them suffer from a bad case of  “Lollage




To be or not to be

I have been very absent of late, in part because there is a lot of things going on at the home-front that I am not able to divulge on here quite yet, and partly because I have been stewing.

I am doing it again…Internalising.

It is definitely not healthy, as can clearly be seen from the fact that I have been sick with a medley of maladies for over a month now.  So today I will let it out.  Sorry you have to witness it, but you are free to unsubscribe, unlike or whatever, I am so over it.

I have been keeping quiet because I was trying to spare others’ feelings, but clearly mine isn’t taken into consideration in the same way.  I am feeling really hurt and betrayed by a friend at present and not too sure how to deal with it.  Granted I am overly emotional (a post for another day), but still I feel that this friend should stick up for me, like I have for her at other times. When someone was saying bad things about her, I defended her.  Isn’t that what friends do for one another?

I always try and be a good friend.  I am the type of friend that gets up in the middle of the night, to drive across town to a friend who is desperately missing her boyfriend that is halfway across the globe, to just sit. To just be there.  <I am not telling you this because I want a pat on the head and for you to tell me how awesome I am, I am trying to explain to what ends I go for my friends>

Is it really too much of me to expect a friend to stick up for me when I am being mistreated?