Driving Miss Daisy

I'm on holiday with my son, mother and aunt... really don't know why I do it to myself...



The last time I went on holiday with my mom and aunt it took us 14 hours to get from Margate to Pretoria!! 14 very very long hours, that took us right to the boarder of $%^&**^%$# that's as close as I can get to the correct spelling of the damn place.We took a nice leisurely drive through a location... where the broken down bakkies litter the road along with cars left on a couple of bricks every few kg... gives you a nice save feeling!!

Luckily I was not present when a year later this site seeing due take the long road to Knysna. This was my poor cousins draw of luck... they decided to take a meandering road back from their holiday there, lets just leave it at that...

So after that we, being both me and my cousin, decide NEVER AGAIN! And yet here I find myself in Whiteriver with my mother and aunt!! What the hell possessed me to do this, I would not know... but here I am. We had a great drive down here and the country side, wow!! SA really is a beautiful country that I should see more of... and that I will, just not with the 2 Miss Daisies!

This morning when we woke up it was overcast so we decided that we will go site seeing. and we took the back roads via Hazieview to Pilgrims Rest.OOO it's lovely and quint and well just like taking a step back in time... (I'll post some pics when I get back) and after site seeing for 6 hours we decided it's time to go back home as it was starting to drizzle and Triston was getting cranky and hungry...

And here starts the fun, half way back to Whiteriver the car(that just had a service) stalls... and no amount of pleading with the hunk of metal would get the damn thing going again... Triston is screaming from hunger and both my mom and aunt hop on their phones to get help. After a hell of a lot of calling around we get someone to come in and tow the car to Nelspruit and the nearest Ford dealer. But now we are 3 woman and one very unhappy baby boy stuck on the side of the road with no where to go... the joys of going on holiday with the 2 Miss Daisies!

We did get home or els I would not be writing this, but now we are stuck for hell knows how long with no car in a place we know nothing about surrounded by people we don't know... cant wait for tomorrow!!

From me and mine...

I was really not looking forward to this first Christmas of many to be spent alone... but as it draws near, I’m starting get the joy back. This has largely to do with the joy Triston takes in opening gifts as well as him being able to recognize Father Christmas.

We had a early gift opening, as the singing Greek God is off to join his family for a wedding and maybe Christmas too. And Tris loved opening… well if he had his way EVERYTHING! So now I’m looking forward to time spent with those I love, being surrounded by family and friends… and I hope you will too!

May 2008 bring us all endless joy!

Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year, to you and yours, from me and mine!

Lies...

I hate lies!!!

I HATE BEING SICK!!

I hate being sick with a passion!!

There is no feeling worse in life than feeling stuffy and groggy and unable to think one clear thought! I feel pathetic and want to be catered to… I want coke by the liters; I don’t care how bad it is for me… it’s my comfort food (drink).

I want people to leave me alone and pamper me at the same time…

They say men are real babies when their sick… well, so am I!!

Hell lets this pass quickly!



This is little Triston earlier in the year when he had RS and was in hospital… just like his mom he wanted to be pampered and held all day… at least he does not have my weakness for coke!!

They choped off my baby's hair!!

Mwha!

Ek IS happy...selfs so deur al die hormone... JY maak my happy!

Die road wat ons travel is vol slag gatte... maar bumps is deel van die lewe. En ek sal hulle face soos hulle opkom. Net soos jy jou bumps sal face... dit maak dit net makliker om oor hulle te kom as jy weet, regardles van past mistakes, is daar eimand wat saam met jou oor hulle wil gaan.

Word gou gesond...

Hormone.... what???

I friend of a friend was telling me the other day how much of a pain PMS is… we feel willing, ready and able to commit murder, in fact I believe that woman with PMS should never be punished for crimes committed under the “influence”!!

You see it’s like this dark cloud comes sailing over our world… and the only thoughts allowed is… death… murder… destruction. Lucky for most of the men out there this last only a few days, and you’ll have your loving caring and devoted wife or girlfriend back in no time at all!

But no, not me… I have been seeing red (no pun intended) for three weeks!!!! I feel like I could chew nails and spit out bullets… like looking at me directly will cause someone to melt on the spot! And then there is the other more pathetic part of being a female in this state… the damn crying… I will be fuming one minute and in tears the next, for no reason what so ever!

So I decided last week, this is it! And called my grily doc(who’s a guy…lol) btw, I don’t get why men think that this is the best job in the world… I mean really; you don’t call them because you’re feeling great!! You call them because you’re either pregnant or feeling pissed at the world for no reason!! This does not make up the best or safest job in the world… ok back to me…

So I go to see him and get informed that my hormones are out of whack… like I couldn’t figure that out all by myself! And now I have to take a shit load of meds to fix the stuff up! And boy o boy are they fun!! Like the last 3 weeks have been a blast… now I’m cranky miserable and feeling like an open faucet… no jokes, I can now cry even while I’m angry… I can laugh with tears of misery streaming out of my eyes!!

What did poor mankind do to deserve this… easy, right now, THEY BREATHE!

The saying – this too shall pass… must have been thought up by a man!

But o, hell I hope he had a point!... let this f-ing pass!!!

Have a nice day...

May your happiness increase like the petrol price,

May your sorrows fall like the Zim dollar.

And joys fill your heart like corruption in South Africa

Have a wonderful Day

Beggars and such...

I once new this old beggar, he sat outside checkers every day, and drew pictures… I was working at CNA the time, and when someone gave him some money he would come to CNA to buy new pens… one day I went outside to have a sigaret and he was sitting there on the floor with a big cardboard box spread out on the floor he was concentrating so hard that I drew closers without him noticing…

What I saw amazed me! He was drawing the floor plan of a cathedral… and on the side panels of the box were the walls of the cathedral, drawn to size! It was amazing… that this man who you never look in the eye when passing by because you don’t want to admit to yourself that people like him are out there, could have a talent so profound.

So the next time I went out for a sigaret, I offered him one, and we started talking, we started talking about trivial things… but I soon learned that, he was once one of Durban’s up and coming architects, that he was married and had 2 children but that when his firm folded his wife left him and took the kids to come and live with her mother here in Pretoria.

He sold all he had to come here and find them, in the hope that he would be able to reconcile with her and his kids… but when he got here he couldn’t find them at the address he thought they lived. His money and will was running low, so he turned to drink, and lost what little he had left. When he finally realized what he was doing to himself and sobered up, he was unemployable, dirty and homeless.

So this is where I found him. Drawing buildings outside Checkers… for that entire Desember I spent my tee and lunch brakes talking to him, one day he gave me 3 drawings, one was the completed drawing that I saw the first time I met him, the day after that he wasn’t there any more… I never saw him again, but I still have the cathedral he drew on the cardboard box.

Now matter how smart or talented we are, we are not infallible… no one is without fault or weakness… and John taught me that! I hope where ever he finds himself that he made it out of his rut… that he found his wife and kids, and that he is happy. (But I think this might be a long way from what really happened to him)

I don’t know why this story struck me tonight, might be thinking that I’m happy, even when things didn’t work the way I had hoped… I still came out on top!

Life is short...

Life is too damn short…

I look back on 25 years of my life, and I can’t think of one single useful thing that I have added to the world other than my gorgeous son!

When I die who will morn my passing and think there was someone who lived life to the full, who didn’t waist a moment… that’s the way I want to be remembered, as someone who enjoyed every moment of life!

I have so much to live for. And I have been wallowing in self-pity for to long now…

So here is my plan, I’m going to get a new car! If this thing with wheels that calls itself a car gives me one more problem, its petrol tank will meet a box of matches!

I’m going to get new furniture… since I sold all my old ones to make space for fathers furniture, and I was informed this week that I’m disinherited and that means that on his death all I will own is my bed, fridge and tumble-dryer. I’m going to save up and get new EVERYTHINGS! And all to my own taste!

I’m going house shopping… well maybe not house, town house sounds better! I’m going to get Triston a garden with a swing! And a pet… don’t know what yet, but we’ll get one!

I don’t care how long it takes… as long as it happens! I want Triston to look back in 25 years and say thanks mom you did your best and it was more than good enough!

I want to invite friends and have a braai, I want to laugh my ass off at least once a day… it’s not like I can’t afford to lose some ass! I want to lose weight… I want to look good again! (Now all I need is someone to drag kicking and screaming to gym with me)

But most of all I want to make other people happy when there around me… I want to make people feel that they are worth more than a bucket of diamonds when they leave my side.

Have you ever been around some one positive… no I mean really positive! The tipe of person who can make the most depressing day turn out happy. The tipe of person who can just sit beside you and give you’re hand a squeeze, and then you suddenly feel like you can take on the world again. I want to be like that… I want life to bubble out of ever fiber of my being. I want to live and make others feel alive!

And so in this short life we all lead… this is what I want… these are my goals, the rainbow at the end of my tunnel… and come hell(been there) or high water(done that) I’ll make it!

TristonJ

I had a great weekend... had a million and one things to do, and felt like I had done nothing by the end of it!



Had a braai at a friends house, (face book is amazing she found me after we had not seen each other in over 10 years) and good nights sleep.



Triston had his first sleep over at his dads, and I really, really needed the break! So it all went well(but for the fact that Triston only fell asleep at 12 in the morning) I picked him up this morning and low and behold he had no broken bones and all his facial features where still where the should be... not that I had any worries about it, none in fact! Michelle is a good father. Its just damn hard leaving your child with anyone, even his father... but I'll get use to it.



On another note... Triston is turning two next Friday!! My baby is turning TWO, I can hardly believe it... on the one hand it feels like he was born yesterday and on the other it feels like he has always been here! Honestly, I cant remember what I did with my time before he came... I mean what do you do with your mornings when they are not spent repairing nappy damage! Or how did you eat a meal without standing up 10 million times to get him to eat something... come to that when did you last eat all the food on your own plate!



I love my son and I would not change one thing about him! He is perfection personified - tantrums and all!



That's another new one to me, Triston has always been a dream child... well behaved, polite and an angel in general. Then he hits toddler hood... end of bragging right there! My little angel has a radar built in that points to all little car rides(you know the ones in game arcades)... you think you are still walking by peacefully and all of a sudden the pram feels soooo light you look down and ...



Nothing, no toddler siting there, bottle in hand pointing at this or chatting to that... just gone!!



So I start looking around frantically! And where would the little bugger be... got it! Sitting in one of these damn cars, hopping up and down with glee! Then comes the battle of wills... getting him out, and the shopping done! So I need to get him out prop him on my hip and run.... run for dear life! I have never had a problem with people staring at us, but when they start looking at you and saying sweetly "Ag, his so cute" I just want to yell "Then you stand here for the next 30 minutes!"



OK, so this too will pass...when?!?!?



But as much as I hate tantrums, Triston is now at the best age! He knows about hugs, I love it when we snuggle up in bed on a Saturday morning and he just pops up and gives me a big bear hug!



He is perfect!



Happy birthday Lawwe Blaffie!