Monday, May 17, 2010
Saturday, May 15, 2010
Thought for the day
"Playing small" does not serve the world. There is nothing "enlightened" about hiding your light so that others won't feel insecure around you. Believe it!!
Big Paul
Big Paul
Friday, May 14, 2010
Going South, heading North
What a week. Actually make that the past month. Things began going south the morning of Freedom Day. We had hit it pretty hard the previous night but for some unbeknown reason I woke up at 7am dehydrated and headed to the kitchen to boil the kettle. On my way back to my cave I slipped in a puddle of water and ended up on my hands and knees on the floor. Ouch. I glanced to my left and saw water. Running down the wall. Oh my shattered nerves. I ran around like a headless chicken, finally found my phone and called the responsible sister aka Twin Set and Pearls.
Me: “OMG, help! Water, wall, disaster, don’t know what to do, blah, blah, blah,aaaaaaaaaaaaaah!!!!!!!!!!!”
TSAP: “Call a plumber.”
Me: “Wow, that’s smart.”
TSAP: “Beep.”
By know Weasel had been woken by all the commotion and emerged to find out what the hell was going on but I was already shouting down the phone to a plumber friend I know. Bless his heart, he turned his van around on the M5 and was at the flat in 15 minutes flat. I wanted to kiss him when I opened the door but resisted as Puff was now also awake. Between telling me about his love life and the goings on of the Peddlar’s crowd he informed me that the vacumn breaker had burst off the geyser. Of course this meant nothing to me but it was clearly not good. He duly replaced it and went on his way (thanks Rob - Van's Plumbing 0731193611). Since then I’ve quit my job and booked a one way ticket to Switzerland. Here’s to freedom y’all.
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Me: “OMG, help! Water, wall, disaster, don’t know what to do, blah, blah, blah,aaaaaaaaaaaaaah!!!!!!!!!!!”
TSAP: “Call a plumber.”
Me: “Wow, that’s smart.”
TSAP: “Beep.”
By know Weasel had been woken by all the commotion and emerged to find out what the hell was going on but I was already shouting down the phone to a plumber friend I know. Bless his heart, he turned his van around on the M5 and was at the flat in 15 minutes flat. I wanted to kiss him when I opened the door but resisted as Puff was now also awake. Between telling me about his love life and the goings on of the Peddlar’s crowd he informed me that the vacumn breaker had burst off the geyser. Of course this meant nothing to me but it was clearly not good. He duly replaced it and went on his way (thanks Rob - Van's Plumbing 0731193611). Since then I’ve quit my job and booked a one way ticket to Switzerland. Here’s to freedom y’all.
x
Quote of the day
So Puff and I were having a small argument about my spending habits a couple of days ago and being the defensive type I became very upset and told him:
" I'm a simple girl you know! All I need is red wine and cigarettes."
Ahem...Sorry Puff.
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" I'm a simple girl you know! All I need is red wine and cigarettes."
Ahem...Sorry Puff.
x
Priceless
I paid my financial advisor a visit a few days back and after we'd talked business we went outside for a smoke. We were chatting and puffing away when something caught his eye and he became very excited.
Me: "What is it?"
FA: " OMG, it's a Rolls Royce Phantom! That's a R7 million car babe!"
Me: (bored) "Hmmm, it's nice"
Then I noticed the number plate (and I am not making this up)....CA 69! And it was an OLD guy driving it. What an effing pimp! I laughed until I cried. It was completely lost on financial whizz kid who looked at me like I was on drugs. As he escorted me out I shared the joke with his boss who also looked at me funny.
Geez guys, get a sense of humour!
I wish I had gotten a picture but you will just have to imagine it. But if you see him cruising around please hoot and/or take one and send it to me.
Still laughing...tee hee!
x
Me: "What is it?"
FA: " OMG, it's a Rolls Royce Phantom! That's a R7 million car babe!"
Me: (bored) "Hmmm, it's nice"
Then I noticed the number plate (and I am not making this up)....CA 69! And it was an OLD guy driving it. What an effing pimp! I laughed until I cried. It was completely lost on financial whizz kid who looked at me like I was on drugs. As he escorted me out I shared the joke with his boss who also looked at me funny.
Geez guys, get a sense of humour!
I wish I had gotten a picture but you will just have to imagine it. But if you see him cruising around please hoot and/or take one and send it to me.
Still laughing...tee hee!
x
Sunday, May 9, 2010
So kitsch it's cool
In december I had a pool party that got a tad out of hand...I made vodka jello shots by substituting ALL of the water with liquor. That was a mistake. Anyway, Annie aka the comedian somehow managed to break my toilet roll holder (a metal one to give you an idea of the skill this involved) which I really did not mind but now that we are departing I obviously have to replace it and so I found this at China Town. How adorable is it?! Me loves it.
Saturday, May 8, 2010
Wednesday, May 5, 2010
Thought for the day
As seen on a mug today...
3 rules for a happy life
1. Work hard
2. Party hard
3. Ignore the rules
I like it.
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3 rules for a happy life
1. Work hard
2. Party hard
3. Ignore the rules
I like it.
x
Monday, May 3, 2010
"Bath Coat"
Saturday, May 1, 2010
Workers' Day
Hmmm, been a rather interesting week...to say the least. Anyway I worked at the striped cat club last night (was a tad late because of the rugby traffic)and geez louise it is wierd being sober when everyone else is tanked. It was fun though. Danced in the doorway, chatted to the bouncers and a few randoms and all was well until the end when some very drunk looking individual enquired as to whether he could "dra my koertbroek" inside. I told him his chances were slim and started to walk off when he grabbed my arm and pulled me back towards him saying "I were talking to you!" How i wished Puff had been there. Freak show! I hope John, the seven foot doorman, kicked his ass but I didn't stick around to find out. I found Puffin in a dingy bar ripping up the dance floor and dragged him to the safety of the country club down the road. Or so I thought. Friday nights at this particular establishment are what Puff calls "the old person disco". And they were giving it horns. As we made our way towards the bar some middle aged male crashed into us while attempting the funky chicken. I was so not in the mood. We eventually were served and informed that it was cash only. Good grief. What has a girl got to do to get a drink in this town?! We went all the way back to the Engen, queued for the ATM behind three girls who were wearing so much make-up they looked like prostitutes and then decided we needed cigarettes too. Puff was getting bored and decided to test his sales skills on a very stoned "James Blunt". He began to try and convince said individual that he needed a box of Lindt but his humour was completely lost on JB who muttered "fuck off" and left. Fun guy. Back to Kelvin. The bar was closing as we got inside and I went into panick mode, "I NEED a glass of wine!" Puff being a man with a plan told me not to worry and left me outside puffing moodily. Some girl even asked if I was ok. Puff returned with a bottle and two glasses. That's why I love him. I was about to start unwinding when I spotted the ex. Oh no. I insisted we leave to avoid any awkardness but the ex obviously had the same plan as he almost ran us over in his haste to leave and his brunette lady friend yelled something out the window as they sped off. But we managed to smuggle some beverages out in my bag so it was all good.
Today we woke up early to go to the bank to see if Puff's foreign currency had finally got here (I've been fighting with my bank for 2 weeks about it)and arrived in front of the ABSA branch to find a big notice proclaiming that "This branch is closed for the public holiday." Huh. What holiday? I thought of the date. Oh gawd. I called the 24 number on the ATM and the poor girl on the switchboard informed me that all ABSA branches are closed on worker's day. I screeched,"this country is a fuck up!" and hung up. Puff just shrugged. To calm down we indulged in some retail therapy which included skinny jeans that Puff felt were not up to European standards. Shame. I consoled him with, "You are in Africa baybee". After that we even did grocery shopping. Like grown ups do. Ma would be so proud. Now I'm writing and Puff is washing up post bacon and banana roll-making. Life is good. I just forget sometimes.
Happy Workers' Day y'all!
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Today we woke up early to go to the bank to see if Puff's foreign currency had finally got here (I've been fighting with my bank for 2 weeks about it)and arrived in front of the ABSA branch to find a big notice proclaiming that "This branch is closed for the public holiday." Huh. What holiday? I thought of the date. Oh gawd. I called the 24 number on the ATM and the poor girl on the switchboard informed me that all ABSA branches are closed on worker's day. I screeched,"this country is a fuck up!" and hung up. Puff just shrugged. To calm down we indulged in some retail therapy which included skinny jeans that Puff felt were not up to European standards. Shame. I consoled him with, "You are in Africa baybee". After that we even did grocery shopping. Like grown ups do. Ma would be so proud. Now I'm writing and Puff is washing up post bacon and banana roll-making. Life is good. I just forget sometimes.
Happy Workers' Day y'all!
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