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Monday, January 24, 2011THAT THING, PASSED ON BY A MAN WHO MAKES HAGGIS PIES Keefie in Spain, an ex-Sandpit resident now gaining notoriarty for knocking out some rather amazing home-made pies from his suburban cortijo in Madrid, has passed the equivalent of a Blogging candle which won't blow out, over to me. Here goes.....................my replies to the questions are not legally binding, may contain nuts & definitely involve vast stretches of me being in a dwaal*. 1. If you blog anonymously, are you happy with this? If you aren't anonymous, do you wish you started out anonymously so that you could be anonymous now? Yes. I have considered starting another 'take no prisoners' blog, but being a dumb blonde (which costs alot of money to maintain I might add) the technological advances of current times tend to scare me into thinking persons of unknown origin, dressed in khaki, bearing recycled Mauser shotguns, might see fit to scour every nook, cranny & illegal tuisnywerheid* in Schlepalale & cart me away for bringing the town into disrepute. 2. Describe an incident that describes your stubborn side. Gawd almighty, there ain't enough time to start on that! If I ask Hubs, it may end up in me doing a blog post requesting financial assistance for legal and/or hospital fees! 3. What do you see when you really look at yourself in the mirror? I s'pose it all depends on the time of the day really. Mostly, I see a shape resembling a bag of snakes, with blue eyes. I don't particularly like me, so I don't exactly like looking at me in a mirror. 'Nuff sed. 4. What is your favourite summer cold drink? I'll drink a mega (strong) capuccino with cream any day of the year. Favoured cold drinks are iced lemon tea or a beer shandy, especially after a long ride on T2. 5. When you take time for yourself, what do you do? Play mind-numbing games on my computer/try & remember what I have to do/wonder what day of the week it is............... 6. Is there something that you still want to accomplish in your life? The one priority is to maintain my insanity, preferably for another 62wks, unless there's a Change of Plan. I would like to learn to ride a bike myself, but I know my limitations & want to ride a TriGlide***, as opposed to any other Harley. I need the training wheels - or rather - I'd feel happier on a TriGlide. 7. When you attended school, were you the class clown, the class overachiever, the shy person or always ditching? I've slept since I left school.............gawd...........that was a bloody long time ago! *click whirrrrr click whirrrr (thinking)* I think I was just a normal kinda school kid, although because of my size (I've never been little) no one ever messed with me. I positively loathed maths & loved English language & literature. 8. If you close your eyes and want to visualize a very poignant moment in your life, what do you see. A wretched time in my life when I thought that an act of revenge would bring me satisfaction. It didn't, in any way, shape or form - all it did was hurt the ones that I loved & myself, more. 9. Is it easy for you to share your true self in your blog, or are you more comfortable writing posts about other people and events? I do tend to share quite a bit about myself, but having said that, there are only a few very close people who know the real me. If I were to perhaps bash out a coupla thousand words about how I was feeling at a particular time, I reckon I'd get a few comments asking who the hell wrote the post. Circumstances that piss on my battery get written about. My trips out & about on the hawg get written about & sometimes I'll write about my physical health, but mainly, alot of what goes on in the sludge cranium, stays in the sludge cranium. (a straightjacket will clash with my leathers y'know) 10. If you had the choice to sit down and read a book or talk on the phone, which would you do and why? Read a book! Talking on the phone takes effort in concentration - something which occurs in nano-second bursts about once a fortnight, if I'm lucky. Conversations using Skype normally involve me playing mahjong whilst listening. I've learnt to adapt over the years, thanks to living in some remote places...............I neither long to make calls or receive them. A book doesn't answer back, demand attention or hang up at the most inconvenient moment, so yeah, I'll take a book over a phone call any day! That's it then innit! My nominees for keeping the candle burning are : M and J Adventures - nzm - Fab friends whom I met in The Sandpit & of whose photographic skills I'm most envious of! * Dwaal - daydream **Tuisnywerheid - (pronounced tace-nay-ver-'ade) - a 'home industry shop', which sells cakes & cookies baked by ladies sporting blue-rinse, back-combed hairstyles, who refuse to speak English & peer at you down their nose & over their glasses which were issued shortly before 1948. Sed shops & ladies can be found in any backwater-stuck-in-1973-town like Schlepalale. ***Harley Davidson TriGlide - trike. It's on my wish list if anyone wants to donate one to me! Labels: Haggis pies made in Madrid, mirror mirror on the wall, Tuisnywerheid shops in Ellisras, who's an ugly ratbag.  
Tuesday, January 11, 2011DEFINING SMUG (or when I'd like to nail a hugger to his friggin tree) Just recently, I read a blog post which left me with a real mixed bag of emotions. I've been a follower of this particular blog for a couple of years now. I guess my interest in the blog relates to my early working life in South Africa. Hundreds of years ago, I was a nurse - or should I say - a trainee nurse, so a South African medical based blog tends to hold my interest.In the latest post, Dokotela Bongi really brought home the horror of what some of our doctors have to cope with on a daily basis. In his latest post, Doc Bongi was informed by an alleged 'friend' that he was smug. The friend can't seem to comprehend why Doc Bongi doesn't have any sympathy or understanding for the violators of certain crimes, the results of which, end up on Bongi's operating table. The following paragraph is from this post: i remember the baby violated by her uncle. i was just a house doctor, but i had to examine her. the pediatrician couldn't face it. it is quite a thing to see the perineum of a four month old after it has been ripped apart by the penis of one of the people my friend understands so well. faeces runs out of the vagina. it leaves a mark on the soul. but worse than that is the cry. the child did not scream anymore. i think it used up all its scream for its entire life during the deed. all that was left was a quiet constant moan. it is the ghostly moan of someone who has learned in her four month existence that there is no one who will come to her aid. there is no one to understand her. it will never leave me. my friend who is quick to understand the violator will call me smug, but may i suggest i might just be jaded? The alleged 'friend' will no doubt be quick to leap to this particular violators defense, by perhaps explaining that the myth of having sex with a 'pure' female will cure AIDS, which is STILL circulating amongst the masses of our 'historically disadvantaged' population. The myth is heard, it's acted upon & Dokotela Bongi is one of the people who has to try & 'fix' the result. Surprisingly, the 'myth' of raping a baby or toddler (as a cure for Mother Nature's way of thinning the population), has now extended to the raping of elderly females, particularly grandmothers. The supposed logic behind this is that they must also be 'pure' because they've lived for so long. It's sickening, truly, truly sickening. Yet when a violent crime is committed - one that will leave an innocent persons life in physical & psychological tatters, certain individuals bleat that we should sympathise with the criminal who committed the crime. To Dokotela Bongi's tree hugging, ultra-liberal, living-in-a-dreamworld 'friend', I would like to suggest he assists - just for one day - in the emergency room of a major hospital. Maybe, after he faces the husband of the woman who has been gang-raped, he could hold his hand & explain to him that really, it's not the rapists fault. Perhaps he could comfort the parents of a 2yr old little girl, who will never have the opportunity to bear children of her own. Surgeons had to perform a hysterectomy & because the damage was so violent, their little girl will have a colostomy bag for the rest of her life. Maybe he could persuade the 80yr old farmers wife not to press charges against the criminals who hijacked her husband, stabbed him repeatedly & then left him on the side of the road, to bleed to death, because really, in his opinion, the criminals weren't to blame. We're all entitled to our opinions - I understand that, but for someone to call Dokotela Bongi 'smug', in part I'm assuming, because the poor doc has seen more than his fair share of horror, simply defies my understanding. Bongi, like so many of our doctors, deserves more than a medal. He deserves respect. He deserves all manner of congratulations for an amazing job well done. What he doesn't deserve, is to be labelled as 'smug'. Read this post & you'll see what I mean.
Tuesday, January 04, 20112011.............SIXTY FIVE WEEKS & COUNTINGSo how was your Crimble & New Year hmmm? I hope y'all had a good time - including those who ate too much & drank to excess to the extent that you woke up in strange places & possibly incriminating circumstances - huzzah! My own Crimble was very quiet, altho' I confess, I drank more alcohol this 'festive' period than I have done over the last 10yrs. On Crimble Day, I thought I'd live dangerously & ordered a pina colada from the hotel bar............only to be told "eish meddem, sorry but we don't have any pineapple juice". Instead I had a shot of Malibu in a glass of milk & it was fuckin' 'orrible, but I drank it. I dunno if it was the heat & humidity, but my poor ol' kidney pipes were taking strain, so every night, I was downing 2 cans of beer - made into a long shandy I might add - but I'm telling you, anymore than 2 beers & I would've been anybodys.............................needless to say, after 4 days, my pipes were clear :-) Here follows a few of my favourite photos taken during our rides out & the latter part of the hols spent in the Kruger National Park.  T2 - taken on the way up Long Tom Pass, not far from Sabie.  Gods Window near Graskop - the clouds just didn't want to clear *sigh* The Pinnacle - just past Gods Window T2 at the top of the road out of Barberton, heading to Piggs Peak, Swaziland. One Man & Our Bike...................hell yeah!! Day spa for ellies, near Letaba, KNP Naughty minkeys, Skukuza, KNP Balancing rocks..............somewhere between Olifants & Letaba (I think) Potential handbag/pair of boots/Harley seat - dirt road just out of Olifants camp. Elephant grabbing a quick shower.I haven't made any resolutions for this year, mainly 'cos I can't be arsed & I rarely stick to 'em anyway. I think the main thing is I'll continue this year much the same as I did the last year & that's counting the weeks until we get the hell out of this miserable friggin' town. We have A PLAN *ahem*, which in itself is taking quite a bit of planning. There are some 65 weeks & 4 days to go before The Plan comes into effect - but who's counting? The only delay to The Plan coming into effect will be ill health or Hubs being offered a job that's too good to refuse (we can only hope!). Right, I'm off to lissen to the Jamey Johnson CD that the kids organised me for Crimble.................my kinda music :-)
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