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I’m an addict

28 Oct

To the point of almost being a dealer.

My drug of choice? Pinterest.

When I first heard of Pinterest, I thought that I would never find a use for it.  I don’t have a wedding to plan, I’m not a designer or a fashionista and I don’t spend hours on the net looking for pretty images.  I decided to request an invite anyway, being the serial early adopter that I am.

A few days later I received my invite.  I’m yet to figure out if this was a good thing or a bad thing.  I spent all of two minutes on the site before coming up with at least ten different boards that I could make.  The food category alone was enough to keep me staring at my screen for hours on end, pinning one delicious picture after the other.

I’ve discovered that you don’t need to be a designer or a fashion fundi or a bride-to-be to appreciate the stunning ideas and images on the site.  I’m not a photographer, but one day I might want someone to take pictures of me and Pinterest has helped me find poses that I may want to try.  I’m not a chef, but I’ve found countless meal ideas that are quick and easy to make by even the most disastrous of cooks.  I’ve found hundreds of fun and informative games and crafts to do with my little girl.  I’ve even become the proud owner of a sewing machine and can’t wait to try some of the patterns that I’ve come across on Pinterest.

My biggest challenge now?  Getting off of Pinterest long enough to actually try the dozens of projects that I’ve pinned.

And the dealer part I mentioned above? Pinterest is open by invitation only, so leave me a comment and I’ll send you an invite 😉

The Reunion

11 Aug

Okay, so it went a lot better than I expected.

You may remember that I mentioned my reunion a few weeks ago.

Last week Saturday was the big day.  We ended up being an hour late (we’re always late), but luckily it was pretty informal so it didn’t matter.

The first thought that went through my head was: “I’m not the only one who got fat….YAY!”.  Apparently my own body issues was my only stumbling block to having a good time.  That, and how quickly I could get….lubricated.  Hubby and I cracked open our wine and let the good times commence.

It was so good to see how everybody had grown up.  There were your odd pockets of people that still wouldn’t mingle with anyone else, but for the most part everyone chatted to everyone else with none of high school prejudice we had 10 years ago.  We laughed and reminisced and talked the night away.  We had a few quiet moments remembering all of our friends that had passed away since we matriculated (11 in total, I was told).  All in all we had a blast.

In fact, so much of a blast was had that we’ve decided to have a reunion after party.  Only about half of our year was able to make it to the reunion because of the long weekend so we’re doing it again….in summer.  They’ve even specifically requested that everyone bring their kids along instead of leaving them with sitters.

I can’t wait!

 

Telling stories….

3 Aug

…is not my strong point.

Which is why I tend to avoid writing full blown diary entries.  My writing is just not interesting/funny enough to convey the humour in a situation.  (Incidentally, I don’t tell jokes for the same reason.  My humour seems to be confined to sarcastic comments and stupid questions.)

Sadly, this means that regaling you with our Singstar  adventures from last night would probably not be nearly as hilarious as it was at the time. Telling you how my one opponent and I would sort of moan the words instead of singing them, is probably not as hysterical as it would’ve been had you been able to see the Neanderthal looks on our faces while we made sounds that should rather be confined to private restrooms.

Describing how my insane friend sat in front of me pulling ridiculous faces in a desperate attempt to draw my attention away from the song, resulting in me staring so hard at the screen that I forgot to blink, doesn’t quite do the moment justice.

Finally, reconstructing the scene where all four of us took turns wrestling each other alongside fervent claims that the other teams were cheating, all the while hiding the fact that we’d unplugged our opponents’ microphones isn’t even remotely as funny as it would’ve been if you had just been there.

So I won’t bore you with the details.  Just know that we had a blast 🙂

To share…

2 Aug

….or not to share.  That is the question.

Do you ever find that you get stuck between a rock and a hard place when it comes to having exciting news?

Something that I’ve always struggled with is when to keep a secret so that I can have a surprise and when to tell the whole world about my exciting news.

I seem to have this habit of telling one or two (or five) close friends about whatever my news is, and then I just keep telling more and more people until everyone knows anyway.  I’m terrible at surprises.

This is strange, as I tend to be excellent with keeping secrets.  If you make me promise that I won’t tell anyone your secret then no-one will be told.  Not even my husband.

But, when the secret is my own, I tend to want to tell the world.

I have such a secret right now and I’m insanely excited about it, which makes it almost impossible to keep quiet about it.

Maybe, if you’re nice to me, I’ll let you have a guess….

 

The danger zone

28 Jul

It’s my high school reunion in a week’s time.  First time in 10 years that I’m seeing most of these people.

Some have gotten married and had kids.  Some are gay now.  One even had a sex change.  One died.

So much has happened in the past 10 years.  I’m excited and terrified to hear all the stories.  I’m wondering if the cliques will still be there.  Will we care as much about what people thought of us as we did in school?  How many have gained a few inches over the years (please let it not be just me!!)?

What will I say to people I considered friends 10 years ago?  I’ve never been a fan of awkwardness.  I hope we don’t all just sit there and stare at each other.

I feel the sudden urge to have a massive make-over.

*sigh*

Second half

15 Jul

I always seem to have more things to say in the second half of the year.

It’s as if I take 6 months to recover from December, which is normally when I stop writing.

Or maybe the first six months are always the busiest, hence having no time to write.

Or maybe I just don’t feel like writing for the first six months of the year.

Whichever it may be.  I might be around more often again.

Who knows?….

The end of an era

25 Oct

I’m in the process of coming to terms with the fact that my mom is moving away.

My parents have travelled throughout South Africa quite a bit over the past few years, and they fell in love with the Eastern Cape.  Three years ago my mom started making noises about buying a house in Port Elizabeth or close by to use as a holiday house and maybe to retire in one day.  Then suddenly in December, they bought a plot and started building a house in Jeffreys Bay.

That’s when things started changing.

My mom started getting very unhappy in her job.  She held a fairly high position in the company she’d worked for for 10 years.  She made very good money and mostly enjoyed what she did for a living and the recognition she’d received over the years, but it wasn’t quite the same.  She complained daily about the childish politics and the ridiculous workload that her boss kept increasing (the hazards of being very, very good at what you do).  She and my stepdad went down to J-Bay as often as they could to check on the progress of the house, and she was miserable every time they got back.  She’d had enough of the rat race that had been her life up to this point.  She wanted to start her own business.

In August, she got an opportunity to attend a seminar about women in business.  She told me that the two days of the seminar where real eye openers (and this from a woman who wasn’t all that keen to go a few days prior).  She had a one-on-one session with the presenter and told her about her plans to maybe open her own business at the coast in a few years’ time, being very non-committal about it all.  The presenter then turned around and told my mom that the only thing holding her back is herself, and that she’d have her business up and running in three years or less.

Not even two weeks later, things at her office started going awry.  She’d been called in to attend a disciplinary hearing for a mistake that her department had made, which she would have to defend as the department head.  She’d been placed on suspension until the hearing could take place.  She phoned me the Monday morning to tell me that her hearing was on the Friday and that she might lose her job.  My heart skipped a few beats before the tears started streaming down my face.  My mom had been through so much in her life and had worked so hard to get where she was, just to have it all taken away from her again.

She never made the hearing.  She resigned on the Thursday, choosing to take the severance package instead of being fired.  She’d decided that she was going to follow her dream and start a business, and that everything that had happened over the past year were just signs telling her that it was time to go do what she wanted to do.

So this is it.  My mom is leaving for J-Bay tomorrow.  Leaving to go to her new home.

I wish her every happiness in the world and I’m so excited for her, but I can’t shake this feeling of sadness that I’ve been carrying with me since hearing that she’s moving away.  I’ve never been so far away from my mom for any length of time.  I’ve always been able to get in my car and get to her house in an hour or less.   Whenever we’d go visit my in-laws, we’d make a stop-over at my mom’s house on the way home.

My family and I spent the day at my mom’s house on Saturday, having a bit of a farewell party.  This past weekend was their last weekend here and all my brothers and sisters were there to say goodbye and to wish them luck on this new era in their lives.

We stayed there as long as we could, leaving at 10pm that night.  I took one long last walk though all the rooms in the house.  I spent some of my happiest years there.  I’d loved and lost there.  I’d said goodbye to beloved pets and welcomed new ones into my life.  This was the house where my husband and I had told my mom that we were getting married.  It was the home my mom had created for me after a very hard time in both our lives….but it was time to say goodbye.

I’ve shed many a tear over the past few weeks, knowing how fortunate I am that my mom is only moving away.  Knowing that I can still call and email her every day.  Knowing that I’ll see her again in December when we go down to spend a week or two with them.  Knowing all of this, my heart is still breaking at the thought of my mom being so far away.

Good luck Mom.  I know how excited you are and how hard you’ll work to make a success of this new venture.

I’ll miss you.

xoxo

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