tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-62134477059699868352024-02-06T05:14:08.763+02:00SweetsSweetshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05362438172459556642noreply@blogger.comBlogger314125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6213447705969986835.post-7998617708326344472013-03-20T15:34:00.001+02:002013-03-20T15:34:32.041+02:00OCD much?<div style="text-align: justify;">
Blogging was a huge part of my life a few years back. Not in a desperate kind of crazy lady way, I just kind of got consumed by it, loved it to bits. Now on a whim I decided to start blogging again. </div>
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Turns out I'm a bit more OCD than what I knew. Blogging every now and again is not an option. In my head you either go big or go home but my left brain have made an executive decision.... there will be no daily blogging. It's just too much, with Twitter as my first love, <strong>you know? (#twitterlove)</strong></div>
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So, this is not really a PSA more than confirmation to myself, here in black and white. Sweets, you aren't blogging every day, so don't start thinking you are. Deal.</div>
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Long weekend starts in 29 minutes! I'm so happy I wonder if I should ditch my car and skip home?</div>
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Naaaaah.</div>
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Laters</div>
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Sweetshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05362438172459556642noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6213447705969986835.post-22705520222602635072013-03-11T14:28:00.004+02:002013-03-11T14:28:46.399+02:00The balance is lost<div style="text-align: justify;">
I don't know why but I am questioning all sorts of decisions and behaviours and needs vs wants and should I's and go away I don't want to look at your face kind of issues lately. </div>
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I've got a sneaky suspicion that it has to do with the fact that my kids are growing up, no correction, are grown up. Kev is in Matric this year, he just got his own wheels, do you have any idea what this did to me? </div>
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For 11 years I was his mode of transport, everywhere, in the middle of the night, driving him and his friends everywhere because I just wanted to make sure I knew where they were, there I was, always on duty. And now? No longer needed, thanks Mommy, with a sweet smile, and that's that. Now I am the parent waiting until after midnight becuase I need to know he get's home safe. How things change. </div>
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Just today I phoned Kev to find out if he was home safe, just that, immediately he said, Mom you always ask so many questions....sheesh! Lost for words I tell ya. </div>
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It's as if those lovely special memories were seared into my brain, and I find myself going back to them more and more often, just to make sure I will never forget. Because it was so damn hard, but man alive it made my life so worth while. I will miss them so much, them sitting on my lap, wanting only me, just because I'm their Mamma. But I have them for 18 years, if they stay after, it's a bonus, if they don't then I've done my job and I must say they are turning out to be pretty damn amazing young men, thanks to the villiage that raise them with me. </div>
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Shit, midlife crisis, I have arrived. Whoot!</div>
Sweetshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05362438172459556642noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6213447705969986835.post-3332219989518512252013-03-01T22:56:00.002+02:002013-03-01T23:04:58.420+02:00It's timeHello :)<br />
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So incredibly weird to blog again. It's been more than 3 years. Too long right? Don't know how often I'll blog but I think I should start again. Baby steps.<br />
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xxSweetshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05362438172459556642noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6213447705969986835.post-31940367735839251902010-02-10T23:10:00.003+02:002010-02-10T23:39:24.385+02:00hola :)~<div>dumela... hello... goeie dag... gutendag... howzit???!!!</div><div></div><br /><div>Slyde it does feel like we broke up... when i'm sleeping in the fetal position with my thumb in my mouth i think of you ok?.... somehow that just doesn't sound right does it? </div><br /><div></div><div>what's new yall? my life is droning on, my life actually has a life of it's own, i know, makes no sense, but yeah... everything happens as it should, when it should... i've bought some new batteries for my vibrator so yes, life is goooooooood :)</div><div></div><br /><div>my kids are so darn wonderful, Jay offered to buy me a valentines gift, awww right? hmmmm... not so much... Kay has got bigger feet than me and a busier social life than his mother... it's just all happening so fast... oh i should tell you about the funeral i went to this week... my mom's best friend passed away.... horrible cancer... anyway, i went to the funeral with my mom for moral support, my dad does not do funerals... so there i sat, and after about the 36th second my ass hit the pew the tears came... oh my gawd.... it was not a pretty sight... i was crying more than her children for goodness sakes... it wasn't that the pastor did such a sterling job, something just happened.... and there i sat with my mom consoling me... trying to focus on the bricks, trying to desperately count them (or something! but at that moment the bricks was all i had ok?) i kept wiping the tears and every time ten more tears dribbled down my cheeks... it was awful...embarrassing even... i now know why i also don't do funerals... they take me to a nasty sad place where i realize that life actually does end... it sucks man... wait, no i'm not depressed (again)... after the holidays my depression lifts like a snot filled cloud, i love the new year... clean slate and all that.... other shocking family news is that my (ex) father in law knocked my poor ex mother in law over with the car... i shit you not... every time i think about it i start laughing... crazy...crazy family.... he said it was an accident but hmmm not so convinced...whahhahahhahha... crazy old coot... ahhh, so that's all the total irrelevant shit i could think about to write about...*sigh*...</div><br /><div></div><div>so was that as good for you as it was for me?.... let me light a cig... i chatted with my peeps...good times! i'll meet slyde in dreamland, so yeah... life is good man... snot... love and happiness.... peace out till next time :)</div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 120px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 80px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436732316785858354" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7FDNThIRtqnIXeJopBxIdOhV3w2pmINuUByeWRI_ofTFIYxQHjyY91DDgrshLLK04cgch9RSe_f2_NgTXXfrNL1uBlY_r7c08cz_rebpyUOwAC750xKTG637vUR76yea4WOw0k_LNwSPd/s320/sexy+ass+25.jpg" /></div>Sweetshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05362438172459556642noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6213447705969986835.post-78057555507575356912009-12-28T23:42:00.006+02:002009-12-29T00:07:30.273+02:00me again...<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6_lZ9lKgs-NnyRnLMlCJT6Sf93b7pJSsNekBshypBliR80p6zPwccaVNXYwSHJdv-I73owNCmJcrP3POjL3Hjxr_Ye6_YuxIWIcE7mizruH-F6wBxDY_DrHP4apxST-KYbLYNaEkF21XE/s1600-h/3.bmp"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420409877903408066" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6_lZ9lKgs-NnyRnLMlCJT6Sf93b7pJSsNekBshypBliR80p6zPwccaVNXYwSHJdv-I73owNCmJcrP3POjL3Hjxr_Ye6_YuxIWIcE7mizruH-F6wBxDY_DrHP4apxST-KYbLYNaEkF21XE/s320/3.bmp" /></a><br /><div align="center"><strong>don't we make a lovely little family!?! </strong></div><div align="center"><strong></strong></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify">seems my off time leaves my mind to wander... so here i am again... <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error">i'm</span> on a bit of a buzz me thinks... haven't slept in two days... no lies... will hopefully start <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">yawning</span> soonish...another few minutes and then it's my <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error">bday</span>... i don't know how i feel about getting older... i actually don't like it one bit... i don't feel 37 and now <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error">i'm</span> about to turn 38... 38!!!... shit... i know i know, age is just a figure, or a number ( i think the lack of sleep with my boer roots are kicking in now) and all that shit, but still... 38!!!! God have mercy...</div><div></div><br /><div><span style="font-size:180%;">no regrets tho... </span></div><div><span style="font-size:180%;">rock on... </span></div><div><span style="font-size:180%;">the <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">fun bus</span> is waiting :)~</span></div><div></div>Sweetshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05362438172459556642noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6213447705969986835.post-49460019310901307832009-12-28T02:02:00.002+02:002009-12-28T02:20:23.586+02:00me at 2 am...can't sleep... won't sleep... smoking one cigarette after another... chain smoker yes?... i'm on holiday, so my sleeping patterns are up to shit ok?.... and guess what i wanted at 2 am... to blog! how odd... i miss blogging... i miss bloggers... i logged onto gmail to see if anyone was online... and nada... fokol... :) i hate the silly season... christmas was ok up until midday... then my sister managed to spoil christmas... lovely person that she is.... so just when i thought i buried the ghost of chrimstas past... new year is still another load of crap i still have to face... i wrote a looooong blog post... but it's not for anybody to see... just me talking to me... gawd i miss you guys... hope the new year brings all that is beautiful... i'll get in line too :)<br /><br />XXXSweetshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05362438172459556642noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6213447705969986835.post-36486554076641840052009-08-15T12:26:00.003+02:002009-08-15T12:29:50.325+02:00do the funky monkey...oh well, i tried, ok i didn't really... old deceased pc is standing in the corner... dead... ish... and i really don't have the time at the moment to do anything about it... ok i'm lying... no money.... just spent my SARS refund in 2.5 seconds... so yeah... busted... you are all so damn loyal it breaks my heart.... so i promise to return in 2010... ok? ok? ok?<br /><br />i think i just got a tear in my eye...<br /><br />my life is real sucky right now...so forgive me<br /><br />*sigh*<br /><br />miss you more than you know<br /><br />XXX<br /><br />will somebody spank me now please?!!!???Sweetshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05362438172459556642noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6213447705969986835.post-22178168766519204682009-07-09T21:23:00.003+02:002009-07-09T21:36:50.187+02:00how rude i know...<div align="justify">don't worry i'm pissed off at myself too...make a big hoohaa about being back and then all of a sudden i'm off the radar again....thing is... or was...my pc broke...batman offered to have it fixed... dodgy right?... and there i made my first mistake....well at least it's working now... hmmm... well halfway anyway... it's reaaaaaaaaaaaaaly slow... dodgy right???!!!!... blue screen of death of the graphics card... i still can't figure out what was wrong... maybe it was the card... cause it's lying on my kitchen counter....yeah lovely.... cause i have sooooooooooooooo much money lying around to buy another one... thing is... what's the point in offering to have the forkin pc fixed and then all you "have done" is to take out the broken parts and flippen well not replace it!!!.... dodgy!!!!!.... so i'll do my best to be back as soon as possible... but hell i'm not promising anything anymore... so toodles for a week or so... thanks for all your comments... you rock... but hey you knew that already... :)</div><div align="justify"> </div><div align="justify">ps; no picture today... poor pc is totally confused when i tell it to add a picture.... <span style="font-size:78%;">dodgy!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!</span></div>Sweetshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05362438172459556642noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6213447705969986835.post-54140247241927173062009-06-14T22:36:00.005+02:002009-06-14T22:43:49.373+02:00groovy baby<div align="justify">the amount of posts i've written in my head the last few months is just insane... and here i am... after the millionth post... and i've just deleted like 3 posts... hmmm... i've lost my fucking groove haven't i???!!!! ... was NOT expecting that... so yeah... baby steps it'll have to be... </div><p align="justify"><br /> </p><div align="justify"></div><p align="justify"><br /> </p><div align="justify">so as my first baby step lemme tell you about the total dish of a dentist i met on friday... just a pity i met him after i threw a<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5g9PWWSzjCqW6wDrzu1Uqr_X3p6O5MNo7g5KUAOLXsyRXSdFEShduESUsWsBsBUX6pMVI8BAiLT2jt_NDzU3ERhHZ1cf-CWllHnLOHvW1dOGiLjNATFSSbHR8Qhd1XyFi6kw2w3bpBXbr/s1600-h/lion.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347285999031451714" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5g9PWWSzjCqW6wDrzu1Uqr_X3p6O5MNo7g5KUAOLXsyRXSdFEShduESUsWsBsBUX6pMVI8BAiLT2jt_NDzU3ERhHZ1cf-CWllHnLOHvW1dOGiLjNATFSSbHR8Qhd1XyFi6kw2w3bpBXbr/s320/lion.jpg" border="0" /></a> total fit in the waiting room... i broke my tooth... right off... so about two weeks ago and R800 buckeroos later i had a new semi permanent little chomper until i could get a dreaded root canal and a new crown made... and friday morning i was chewing away on a piece of gum... and POP... off the semi jumps, i almost swallowed it... friday afternoon i went back to glue the fucker back right... then they produce the pre invoice you have to sign to basically ok all the thousands they are about to bill you for... so i had a back and forth with the receptionist about not paying one cent more... the whole office was involved.... loud voices and such... and i won... oh yeah oh yeah... but the dishy dentist was not impressed, all sexy and smouldering behind his little mask... hehe... i just know when to pick my battles don't I... soooo glad he didn't have to inject me cause i think he wanted to...erm... hurt me reaaaaaaaaal bad...</div>Sweetshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05362438172459556642noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6213447705969986835.post-31397872805608261322009-06-12T20:08:00.005+02:002009-06-13T20:09:27.472+02:00hell yeah :)<span style="font-size:180%;">oh </span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:180%;"></span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:180%;">my </span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:180%;"></span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:180%;">greatness!</span><br /><br /><br /><br />is it odd that the excitement of this moment is almost as good as...as....ag i dunno... it's just so sooooooooooo good!!!<br /><br /><br /><br />hello all of you crazy wonderful people!!! good heavens <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">i've</span> missed this shit :)<br /><br />it is quite indecent, <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">ok</span> maybe indecent is the wrong choice of words, but i cannot completely explain to you how i have missed this crazy thing called blogging... and all the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">bloggers</span>... man alive...<br /><br /><br /><br />it all depends on how much airtime my new cellphone bestows on me, that's how much <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">i'll</span> blog and that's how much <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">i'll</span> read...<br /><br /><br /><br /><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">ok</span> some news:<br /><br /><br /><br /><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">i'm</span> good<br /><br />still love the new job<br /><br />my kids are still the cutest and wildest <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">miniatures</span> on the planet<br /><br />and no, still no mantoy<br /><br /><br />ah man i have so much to tell you and this is all i come up with???<br /><br /><br /><br /><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9">anyhoodle</span>.... talk soon...!!!!<br /><br /><br /><br />*jumping up and down from excitement*<br /><br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346507476920056962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 270px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQaqXHKD944vui-_mCTTeGsZT6kBEBt7Eh8VJH2xSE0q8Gmon6KMCdqoZyTjqUaIZSYH_G4NGnagSbUHLImUuhroCtNOSM-PC2PUUKMI7ANGlPssbksOya2AmFENtIXaHgyqu9U0xlaxLF/s320/clown.jpg" border="0" />Sweetshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05362438172459556642noreply@blogger.com13tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6213447705969986835.post-894038834209959392008-10-30T07:58:00.002+02:002008-10-30T08:15:58.982+02:00whazzup yo?!goodness gracious me... get me some booze... this is not easy is it?<br /><br />I'm not really back, i just miss so you damn much!!!<br /><br />lemme just explain, i have no Internet access anymore, well barely, currently I'm stealing some from my sister... who incidentally offered me access whenever i need it, which is kind of cool... but... there's always a but right... half of the blogging experience is reading your bloggies man... so I'll can blog, no problem... but i can't read any of yours... so tell me, being the spastic techno retard that i am... can i follow your blogs via rss feed or something via my email? if so... ga... we might be in business!<br /><br />ok so lemme know, seriously...<br /><br />I'm still on leave, will start the new job on Monday, can't wait!<br />but on the other hand i could really get used to staying at home, fetching the kids from school... strangely comforting to be around them so much... anyhoodle...damn i have so much to tell you guys it's impossible to even remember one thing... dang... 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"don't i look great??"... her reply...<br /><br />yes... yes!!!<br /><br />tell me my dear Chinese woman, would it not have been a good idea to learn some splanglish or some changlish before stowing away on the first best container heading for our shores?<br /><br />yes... yes!!<br /><br />i know... so how long have you been here? your shop has been around for at least two years, and you still don't bother to learn the language, what's up with that? you just wiping your ass on us or what?<br /><br />yes... yes!!!<br /><br />*sigh* i give up...<br /><br />***<br /><br />ja i know I'm pathetic, i was really determined with the "end" but am really<br />really<br />fucking really<br />missing this shit...<br /><br />so... I'll ma see... lemme know about the rss thingymabob, maybe i should corner angel and let her enlighten me... oops that just sounded wrong right?<br /><br />ok... until next time, whenever that might be :)Sweetshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05362438172459556642noreply@blogger.com36tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6213447705969986835.post-82835788356640136632008-10-22T11:15:00.006+02:002008-10-22T11:30:10.966+02:00post number 324i honestly can't believe i've written 324 posts... BUT the biggest surprise is that you actually read my posts... if i haven't met angel, glugs, sheebs, tamara, jackson, jane, philly and mzmozi in real life, i prolly would have thought you all were a figment of my overactive imagination... :)~<br /><br /><br />i've been stewing with this for a while and because i'm a very black and white kind of girl... i've done it... i've made my decision... about 3 minutes ago... i'm indefinitely going to stop blogging... *sniff*... it's just how it is right now, and it's all or nothing for me... things have changed so much in my life, it's all good and i have to move on for now... i don't have the time, i won't have access at work to blog so, the decision was actually quite painless and easy... i tried reading a few blogs every day but that's driving my crazy... i HAVE to read all the blogs on my blogroll every day, yes, i know, i'm a bit of an overkill :)<br /><br /><br />i won't be deleting my blog<br />maybe i'll take it up again, whenever...<br />i'll still read your blogs, that i promise<br />this is sad yes?<br />for me anyway...it's been an awesome ride, and i've met some really incredible people that in some strange way have changed my world ...<br /><br /><br />so auf wederzein all of you beautiful people...<br />miss me ok?<br />cause i sure as shit will miss doing this and doing you... erm i mean reading your blogs :)<br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:180%;"><strong>peace out...</strong></span><br /><strong><span style="font-size:180%;"></span></strong><br /><br /><span style="font-size:180%;"></span><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259907044727800418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiI9K-vwSaOGFvb4joH51NyQKc0BrWTYjPzIWAtowzq-Tw_795PawcbNrFP3Um974n95sUK9-_8OV_Ie3e7mFM5bKK2iPeQeIDrAmsq9qv-2R1hu5YcYMecs_Oy9O3J65VdjwLbAkYw2X1h/s320/200563249-001.jpg" border="0" />Sweetshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05362438172459556642noreply@blogger.com38tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6213447705969986835.post-41709335160732128752008-10-21T07:45:00.001+02:002008-10-21T08:21:26.118+02:00are you offended yet?<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVhzLxvBN5cV3cMfODdc6VEFPnOu3XQo6bi_K9jeh60sXz8Cpkxdvl6FKUGGUJsWN6m7PJ61CJGT6svrezE7wkLFzvQTQBQQ2QtoUuOwobqd5tZGzibI1unVypgaERcCCcWXCP-9jfIiOc/s1600-h/huh.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259131575221894530" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVhzLxvBN5cV3cMfODdc6VEFPnOu3XQo6bi_K9jeh60sXz8Cpkxdvl6FKUGGUJsWN6m7PJ61CJGT6svrezE7wkLFzvQTQBQQ2QtoUuOwobqd5tZGzibI1unVypgaERcCCcWXCP-9jfIiOc/s320/huh.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div>i have this teeny tiny pet peeve... and i know some of the blogs i read do exactly what i hate... so just tell me why, then maybe I'll get it...</div><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><div>some of you have your comments saved for the blog owner's approval... this is something i just </div><br /><br /><div></div><div>do </div><div></div><br /><div>not</div><div></div><br /><div>get</div><br /><div></div><div>there is something to be said about being spontaneous dear fellow bloggers... don't be a scary cat... let the comments flow man... i promise you nobody is going to tell you that you are in fact the worst blogger in the world... sometimes there is a great rhythm going in the comments... and it doesn't even have anything to do with the blogger... it's like a mini chat room... and it's fun... so why are you spoiling my fun hey???? so strange... so tell me, why do you do it?</div><br /><div></div><div>why?</div><div>why?</div><div>huh?</div><div>why??</div><br /><div></div><div>and please those of you who do this... don't take offence ok... i'm just asking... like me, there are loads of great bloggers out there, that don't leave hateful, disgusting comments on a daily basis...</div><br /><div></div><div>if you want a big girl panty just ask me to send you one...</div><br /><div></div><div>it's... </div><br /><div></div><div>erm...</div><div></div><br /><div>quite liberating :)~</div><div> </div><div> </div><div></div><div>ps: it's not that i'm not reading any blogs, i am trying so damn hard to, you have absolutely no clue...but my connection speed is just enough to drive me batty... so apologies all around...</div>Sweetshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05362438172459556642noreply@blogger.com22tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6213447705969986835.post-40253981167384441952008-10-20T08:25:00.003+02:002008-10-20T08:48:15.646+02:00unemployment...<div>so you thought you got rid of me that easily?</div><br /><div>ha...</div><br /><div>think again :)</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>I'm at home, and blogging baby... not going anywhere!</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>very odd to be sitting here blogging... i should be at work... instead I'm sitting here with a cup of coffee and a cigarette... ah lovely... is this what all SAHM and daddyos do? i guess not... nobody to talk to... just the dishes and the unmade beds calling my name... I'm meeting a friend in an hour for a movie... yes a movie in the middle of the day...i can get used to this... for sure :)</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>so I'll be blogging at night from now on... no more internet freedom at work and I'll actually be working my sweet little ass into the ground... things change so fast yes? it does... </div><br /><div></div><br /><div>thanks for all your kind words, i dusted my shoes off when i left work on friday... and i didn't even shed a tear... i wasn't expecting to feel so numb about it all... guess a lot more baggage left than i expected...</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>have you noticed i haven't got anything to say today...</div><br /><div>i don't...</div><br /><div>clean slate? or maybe i just haven't woken up yet... my hair is standing in twelve different directions... and i'm lazy... hope to be back to my old self soon, this transition shit is not what it's cracked up to be...<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiIlFNjXDKEEET7nL7ccqyj-yfvq_aY11pBS0e80jEjubseulRYG_44Q49neNWNx9PI6O7CaWwqL0flecbanaAi3Z7_6M3g-rVwzeIBGBeOwU1HRvE41BlgCr1Lig7Ncjz37n8bHosv0bvg/s1600-h/big+girl+panties.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259123573868360418" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiIlFNjXDKEEET7nL7ccqyj-yfvq_aY11pBS0e80jEjubseulRYG_44Q49neNWNx9PI6O7CaWwqL0flecbanaAi3Z7_6M3g-rVwzeIBGBeOwU1HRvE41BlgCr1Lig7Ncjz37n8bHosv0bvg/s320/big+girl+panties.JPG" border="0" /></a></div><br /><div></div><br /><div>anyhoodle... big girl panties signing off </div><div> </div><div>(btw you guys are really digging my new big girl panty look... i could tell)</div>Sweetshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05362438172459556642noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6213447705969986835.post-28896460643299568522008-10-17T07:58:00.003+02:002008-10-17T08:13:51.903+02:00see ya<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1-bGoZU1as5gn7SCbFDJNjPaB8QdB7S-OrGggsb89q7jLXs_2GsHjNh7GKrXXP-4vHJdOTljMLFS8f-kAoMVgNlOI9kKQXLTY-9YuU1tMisLoHSL2zw0_Pf8lCgKL8U4qA-FaI-iyhUVc/s1600-h/ByeByeBlankie.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258001911199529394" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1-bGoZU1as5gn7SCbFDJNjPaB8QdB7S-OrGggsb89q7jLXs_2GsHjNh7GKrXXP-4vHJdOTljMLFS8f-kAoMVgNlOI9kKQXLTY-9YuU1tMisLoHSL2zw0_Pf8lCgKL8U4qA-FaI-iyhUVc/s320/ByeByeBlankie.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br />it's my last day!<br /><br /><br />it's my last day!<br /><br /><br />it's my last day?<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />scary shit if you ask me...<br /><br /><br />yet incredibly exciting...<br /><br /><br />i'm letting go of my blankie...<br /><br /><br />putting my big girl panties on...<br /><p>and i can't wait :)</p><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><strong><span style="font-size:180%;">have a great weekend!!!!</span></strong>Sweetshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05362438172459556642noreply@blogger.com23tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6213447705969986835.post-33040408881253203042008-10-16T07:54:00.009+02:002008-10-16T13:04:47.560+02:00i have a dream<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgV6pQNd037gE9VzfVqfB_XklQvi7nOb9ovxPyDSVKub5PH8gwVpzePUNmnmjboDVOKmWQcDzoMYC3-fDaXvNjjWXX3sDzEls6a_YGsRauPh6FkjbHJWMbfl6pPRhLdnPTgeyEtEdnMNACg/s1600-h/mouse.gif"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257627860421677906" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgV6pQNd037gE9VzfVqfB_XklQvi7nOb9ovxPyDSVKub5PH8gwVpzePUNmnmjboDVOKmWQcDzoMYC3-fDaXvNjjWXX3sDzEls6a_YGsRauPh6FkjbHJWMbfl6pPRhLdnPTgeyEtEdnMNACg/s320/mouse.gif" border="0" /></a><br /><div>i unfrickinfortunately don't dream much... i love to dream but for some bizarre unfair reason i think i sleep too deep or something... anyhoodle... now and again i dream real big... but unlike other normal people my mind stays in this dream-state but my eyes are open... and everything i dream, i see... then... after a few minutes... some part of my rational brain does kick in... so there i am part dreaming and part awake... indeed a very scary place to be... i usually have the same dream... a guy standing at the window, opening the curtain with a gloved hand... jikes... then i "wake up"... and i see him... i know I'm awake... and i know he's not real... he's all in my head... but damn at that moment... he's just standing there looking at me holding that damn curtain... awful... but... unless the gloved man has a ladder my window is thank goodness off limits to him now... </div><div>***</div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div>so... my brain concocted a new dream... sigh... i wake up last night half past 1... and there is a mouse on my bookcase... i shit you not... i see it... i put the light on... i see it again... i run to wake up my kids to come help catch the mouse... i get the broom... run back to the kids room and start yanking and pleading them to come help me... i rush back to my room....</div><div>***</div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div>--> jump on the bed...</div><div>***</div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div>-->broom above my head...</div><div>***</div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div>--->ready to whack the living daylights out of mr. mouse...</div>***<br /><div>-->and it dawns on me...</div><div></div>***<br /><div>...there is no mouse...</div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div>Sweetshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05362438172459556642noreply@blogger.com16tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6213447705969986835.post-45375002375503678392008-10-15T07:54:00.000+02:002008-10-15T07:55:01.280+02:00crayola love<div align="justify"></div><div align="justify">i once had a discussion with a good friend of mine, she's got 3 kids... holy terrors... so we were talking about our kids (as mommies do) and suddenly she asked me " <em>so which one of your kids is your favourite</em>?" ... </div><div align="justify"></div><br /><div align="justify">dear Lord i almost chocked on my lemon cream biscuit! a favourite?! does she have a favourite kid? i don't! and i proceeded to defend this point of view until all the cookies were finished... but all jokes aside... kids are different... their personalities, their temperaments... all that stuff does make you probably get on better with one child ... but do i love one of my boys any less? no way!... i would gladly jump in front of a train to save any one of them... without a second thought... but in real life sure i do get along with one kid better than the other one, during some stages of their lives... at the moment for instance i just have the desire to slap Kay every single time i see him... why? cause he's 13... need i say more? but do i love him? oh yes... he's my baby and will always be, and in a few years time i will probably get along better with him than with Jay... but do I love Jay more because we get along better now? no! is he my favourite? hell no!</div><br /><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify">this second part will make sense at the end of the post... so bear with me :</div><div align="justify"></div><br /><div align="justify">i was doing a project for Kay the other day on Tsunami's... yes i do his projects, just zip it... i have my reasons... one being that i just love doing them... and secondly i just get better marks than him... i know i know...sigh... anyway... so i was doing some research on the web on everything to do with tsunamis and it made me think back to when in December 2004 that horrific tsunami hit Indonesia... worldwide 225000 people died because of that tsunami... shocking... there was a SA woman who, with her family was there on holiday... she did a interview when she came back home... and to this day i just cannot forget her story... </div><br /><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify">she was with her two kids, single digit kids... probably could swim by themselves, but with a tsunami obviously they didn't stand a chance of survival... so she was with them when the tsunami struck... and she grabbed both, as any mother should... she was fighting to keep herself and her two kids alive... paddling with nothing to hold on to... and then... after keeping the 3 of them above water... all her energy was exhausted... and she decided that she had to let one of the kids go if she wanted to save herself and one of the kids... so now... which one do you let go of?...</div><br /><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify">i cried for days about that story... not because of the decision she had to make, but the fact that she actually chose one above the other... that she thought that letting go of her child was even an option... to me that is just unimaginable... personally i would rather drown with my two kids, holding on for dear life rather than to let go of one of them... </div><div align="justify"></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRqZwlUF0nuwRjcujrotZ7pSmzKv2f9_v_0sIqz6w2PyYGGjbJnsE7WIvxaEUYpjcRw_ns_9vxbylt1sU6q16A3sNHoYKvJZKg_dNakyXyZAObVg1EhnfLwkZwNzZzebUhcNbsbpafLCZ0/s1600-h/drowning.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256955312372912226" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRqZwlUF0nuwRjcujrotZ7pSmzKv2f9_v_0sIqz6w2PyYGGjbJnsE7WIvxaEUYpjcRw_ns_9vxbylt1sU6q16A3sNHoYKvJZKg_dNakyXyZAObVg1EhnfLwkZwNzZzebUhcNbsbpafLCZ0/s320/drowning.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="justify">thankfully the child she let go of survived too... but imagine the fear of that child... he must have held on for dear life... and his mother probably pried his hands off of her...</div><div align="justify"></div><br /><div align="justify">she told this story to the reporter... another shocker... i am still shocked by her decision to choose in the first place, and then secondly she told the world she did this... certainly this child will be told of this too... sigh... i don't know... it just broke my heart... cause it's just not right... how could she?</div><div align="justify"></div><br /><div align="justify">so that's how i see my crayola love... it's all or nothing...I'm not letting go of one of my little crayons... ever...</div>Sweetshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05362438172459556642noreply@blogger.com18tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6213447705969986835.post-56758119723319058492008-10-14T08:13:00.000+02:002008-10-14T08:13:47.161+02:00should i care?<div align="justify">thanks for all the compliments on my new look... i love it too, obviously... very minimalistic , simple yet bright...but being the Einstein that i am... i didn't copy my blogroll... before i changed over to the new look...so if you should be on my bloglist and you're not... please tell me... nothing personal ok? i know I'm missing a few and for the life of me i just can't remember who!!! </div><div align="justify"></div><br /><div align="justify">all of you have prolly heard enough about my new job / old job saga... well just one more small snippet i want to share with you... you ever get that "<em>nafie</em>" feeling at the precise second you resign from your job?... it's like changing gears... all of a sudden you're cruisin' for a<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjs8UK8n_yLOnXesAvWOoR0oGeYPFH4gCjkzz7Ix_jj2T5CeCkDf5w0ylmaE3ceb4TNR6ImIibF67Ye9MnZFXFGtNhC37cLQtu-ZdmmkEKi-qwtv3IL0cx53uiDEcRrIQlU5cyP2jSvjPSZ/s1600-h/give.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255109475037482082" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjs8UK8n_yLOnXesAvWOoR0oGeYPFH4gCjkzz7Ix_jj2T5CeCkDf5w0ylmaE3ceb4TNR6ImIibF67Ye9MnZFXFGtNhC37cLQtu-ZdmmkEKi-qwtv3IL0cx53uiDEcRrIQlU5cyP2jSvjPSZ/s200/give.jpg" border="0" /></a> bruisin'... "nafie" is that feeling that ummm how can i describe it to all you <em>souties</em>.. well basically you just don't give a flying fork anymore... yeah... that about sums it up... well I'm finishing up Friday... and the amount of work i have vs the amount of time i have left... off the scales... and here it is... check the worry in my eye! I've caught myself "filing" important documents accidentally into the wastebasket... i shit you not... my bin is looking fuller by the minute and although it's horrible that I'm doing this... again... check the worry in my eye... if my boss knew what i was up to she would fire my sweet ass on the spot... again... check the worry in my eye!... LOL... for all of you who had a hissy fit when i said I'm disposing of important docs in a random fashion... my boss just loves a paper trail... what i rate as not important she rates as a matter of life and death... so it's all relative after all... yes?...so... what else can i file today?</div><br /><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"> </div>Sweetshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05362438172459556642noreply@blogger.com21tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6213447705969986835.post-58407325631684926662008-10-13T08:29:00.002+02:002008-10-13T08:34:21.307+02:00mission impossible<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvycbIkWoMZ_V7_uydZtAx4ODSvGDA8BGf3JUP3kGix_7rxc040L4_jAhm9tljEU30EfI5Bif7Qry2klREzmej5Y1KEDJAVZMpS1rzVa6NfuO8tBq6TL4Y_QQXCLLp0n7CYtipAc9MRUFJ/s1600-h/apie.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256522926851498034" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvycbIkWoMZ_V7_uydZtAx4ODSvGDA8BGf3JUP3kGix_7rxc040L4_jAhm9tljEU30EfI5Bif7Qry2klREzmej5Y1KEDJAVZMpS1rzVa6NfuO8tBq6TL4Y_QQXCLLp0n7CYtipAc9MRUFJ/s200/apie.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div>my dear ex boss is on a mission...</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>I've got 5 working days left and she's revved up like a maniac to get everything done this week...</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>what all the "everything" is i have no idea... but yes, I'll be working like a dog...</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>was expecting this...</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>so no long post today... will tell you tomorrow about Jay's 9th birthday yesterday... </div><br /><div></div><br /><div>yes my baby is living his last single digit year before he breaks into the double digits...</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>:)</div>Sweetshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05362438172459556642noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6213447705969986835.post-85015619759979599622008-10-10T07:50:00.000+02:002008-10-10T07:50:32.708+02:00freaky friday<div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrXr2AvU-jR9xgiMvwhwA1xHQG5Y0V1GQpf9eBDx7enb7fYVn8WeOWUnv6q1Paqkgsd_b_gJuR-Kc-p-UEB_sz5jdXYYBngUybXn5PqzBTvuMjn9R7na2cU8RbfdKLjQ2yLFrMpguoHgxV/s1600-h/love+story.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239887782054320098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrXr2AvU-jR9xgiMvwhwA1xHQG5Y0V1GQpf9eBDx7enb7fYVn8WeOWUnv6q1Paqkgsd_b_gJuR-Kc-p-UEB_sz5jdXYYBngUybXn5PqzBTvuMjn9R7na2cU8RbfdKLjQ2yLFrMpguoHgxV/s320/love+story.jpg" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:180%;"><strong></strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;"><strong></strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;"><strong></strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;"><strong>BULLSHIT!</strong></span></div><br /><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;"><strong></strong></span></div><p align="center"><br /><span style="font-size:180%;"><strong>now go say sorry and have a good weekend :)~<br /></p></strong></span><span style="font-size:180%;"><div align="center"><br /></div></span><br /><br /><div align="center"></div>Sweetshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05362438172459556642noreply@blogger.com17tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6213447705969986835.post-74513625499640724732008-10-09T08:02:00.007+02:002008-10-09T08:35:44.747+02:00good vibrationsso i haven't told you about this absolutely...<br /><br /><br />stunning<br />sexy<br />delicious<br />beautiful<br />hot<br />steaming<br />SINGLE<br /><br /><br />guy i met the other day... *goofy laugh*...<br /><br /><br />and what is so cosmically strange is that he works for the same company i will be starting at the 1st of November... he just has no idea what's coming his way does he?<br /><br /><br />*another goofy laugh*<br /><br /><br />so i guess spring has sprung then?<br /><br /><br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255038325418526290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdK0vqsuBiIcMU1jVdybBsWjPKp_C7bmMwiIAnBb5CoyUhy33fwgPR0oliarCzos_7NHwKitZimb8ty19U7oh5n5_AT8a45RsCHi0bv4s1InoCXFyfadJ792B0Ty8CcqJT13un8wy2Elg5/s200/sb10063588g-002.jpg" border="0" /><br /><div></div>Sweetshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05362438172459556642noreply@blogger.com21tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6213447705969986835.post-40151165862887624162008-10-08T07:37:00.005+02:002008-10-08T12:13:58.074+02:00ellen<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj54vvUMT-HlFB5Sl7PLDRk605sTbxfamI-yHjIB8ee2jUkyv0E8TB25Iy1hqJgnVcYsvMLeUDuVXhJdG595yPRsVAdCgRt4HCjjwfcmaF7wNKqS_ug1Ku9_M7By3ixRcTezhDb9CS0Oapt/s1600-h/ellen_degeneres.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254655295220747602" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj54vvUMT-HlFB5Sl7PLDRk605sTbxfamI-yHjIB8ee2jUkyv0E8TB25Iy1hqJgnVcYsvMLeUDuVXhJdG595yPRsVAdCgRt4HCjjwfcmaF7wNKqS_ug1Ku9_M7By3ixRcTezhDb9CS0Oapt/s200/ellen_degeneres.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />Ellen DeGeneres- she's gay... we all know that, no surprises there... but i think she's such a cool chick... regardless... does that make me sound, what's that fancy word again... darn i can't remember... phobic something... but you know what i mean... but hey maybe that's just me! she's kind of pretty in a boyish way and i totally heart her... OK now I'm sounding distinctly lesbo myself but face it~ she's 50 years old people and she looks like this... pretty damn nice i say...<br /><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify">anyway i was thinking about Ellen and her stunning bride and then of course i inevitably start wondering about other things... like them having sex right?... but hey, again, maybe that's just me... </div><div align="justify"> </div><div align="justify">omg i would disgrace myself totally <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLT0ol0IBugGqh80p1AhYaQpKcZwbxSdfIPz_YH0V08Ga26YM80jREkjxIUa_xCDIJB9mHjSdl7OGRASH4EH9MgxrCki7RxDQfA0ln2XWToyY8Of1jKPbOQcgzDeUpV-hI7t6TLJkhukYQ/s1600-h/ellen+and+portia.bmp"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254655294308253570" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLT0ol0IBugGqh80p1AhYaQpKcZwbxSdfIPz_YH0V08Ga26YM80jREkjxIUa_xCDIJB9mHjSdl7OGRASH4EH9MgxrCki7RxDQfA0ln2XWToyY8Of1jKPbOQcgzDeUpV-hI7t6TLJkhukYQ/s200/ellen+and+portia.bmp" border="0" /></a>if i was a lesbo... firstly touching another woman's boobs i would giggle myself into another blood group... seriously guys make it look so easy (just kidding we know you blokes just cannot help yourselves) and thank God for that too... so me as a lesbian?~ just cannot imagine it! so sorry to smash any girl 2 girl action fantasies there... but me... giggling a hundred miles a minute while going for the gspot~ nah... just not gonna happen :)</div><div align="justify"><br />that's another thing though~ pleasing a guy is just to damn easy in comparison... but imagine getting a woman there... figuring out the wiring to get to that sweet spot... well again, hats off to you boys for doing such an awesome job with it... thank goodness y'all are more technically inclined...</div><div align="justify"><br /></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify">so yeah i think I'll stick to men... but Ellen... you're still cool babe, rock on :)</div>Sweetshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05362438172459556642noreply@blogger.com28tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6213447705969986835.post-18167145853275062002008-10-07T07:32:00.000+02:002008-10-07T07:32:00.413+02:00spanners everywhere<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfkAVLXg5fjgu0ZY0FIhQmMX2dLuc7ym5SHUg6jelMbuy6aTa-rVMXxCGdf67sxzinzFDTChaY7rtFi3sKKM_X8Azp7SNVzRkqiwdct0Y6h6KJomqFUwu1410xQx5azY7cq3fp3jZITnWm/s1600-h/bomb.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254003920940716706" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfkAVLXg5fjgu0ZY0FIhQmMX2dLuc7ym5SHUg6jelMbuy6aTa-rVMXxCGdf67sxzinzFDTChaY7rtFi3sKKM_X8Azp7SNVzRkqiwdct0Y6h6KJomqFUwu1410xQx5azY7cq3fp3jZITnWm/s320/bomb.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>this morning my boss dropped one huge mf bomb on my lap... she gave me a counter offer that i almost cannot refuse... a few thousand per month more than my new job!!! why is she doing this now? why am i worth more now all of a sudden... I'm almost pissed off about it... and then I'm flattered... sort of... and so on and so on... but i decided to not think about the money and still take the job i was offered at the other company... long term thinking sucks... i am such an adult eh? LOL... so there it is... i wasn't expecting this and i actually wish she never offered me more... I'm still due 2 weeks holiday before i leave, so my last working day will be next Friday... then i have another two weeks holiday before i start the new job... cool yes?</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>i thought so :)</div>Sweetshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05362438172459556642noreply@blogger.com18tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6213447705969986835.post-73444833718466425602008-10-06T08:50:00.002+02:002008-10-06T09:09:14.952+02:00age of loooooooove<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiS78WcEKjQl0UZeJWRPojClAD-V2GSRcafy-tBLIPmf_GypNRzcCEXlTQ_SbNnhaP60cdRJLzgl9wWTHeriJlzsVsWjt60vXxtd5_btdfCyzFqVylanmn1uCiJoO6BomHBGEAeQIr0qv03/s1600-h/brokenheart.gif"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253933667122787586" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiS78WcEKjQl0UZeJWRPojClAD-V2GSRcafy-tBLIPmf_GypNRzcCEXlTQ_SbNnhaP60cdRJLzgl9wWTHeriJlzsVsWjt60vXxtd5_btdfCyzFqVylanmn1uCiJoO6BomHBGEAeQIr0qv03/s320/brokenheart.gif" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="justify">hello all you beautiful people... i had a fab week off... i blew thousands of rands that i didn't have... but oh my goodness... it was a blast :)</div><br /><div align="justify"></div><br /><div align="justify"></div><br /><div align="justify">so back to the rat race!!! i watched an indecent amount of tv this week... late at night... i don't know what it is with me... when i have leave i go to bed really really late... anyway was watching this stupid program "the age of love" it's like the bachelor... have you seen the show? argh!!!! about 12 woman try to win the bachelor... am i the only one that think that is just crazy???? honestly... then again it really fascinates me in a really sick kind of way ~ cause both- the hot bachelor and the dozen stupid woman ... they should just take what's coming their way... the guy shongs and prolly gets a lot of desperate booty... really i would never EVER do this show... i would get evicted on the first day after slapping the bachelor silly (after crushing his balls that is) and telling him his mama would not approve... because he would try to get some action from me and then telling me that I'm just so super special (please) and 10 minutes later he's licking the tonsils of the next poor girl... see just crazy!!... and what i find really funny is that the girls just cannot keep their mouths shut about the action they get! and 12 horny/desperate/jealous woman living together fighting for the affection of one bloke... omg... that's just looking for trouble... and then random chicken number 7 who thinks she is the super special gal confronts him about this shenanigans of the night before with random chicken number 2... and poor bachelor is speechless and shocked out of his jockstrap... and then he coos in her ear and random chick number 7 then again thinks she's the one... so if they actually think that they will find true love... well good luck to them! i think I'll pass...</div><br /><div align="justify"></div><br /><div align="justify"></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div>Sweetshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05362438172459556642noreply@blogger.com15tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6213447705969986835.post-36627545828359512312008-09-26T07:46:00.002+02:002008-09-26T07:46:00.356+02:00never say never...<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMwN4MW0uBhzEomuLW4Y6PCYp3242FqpMwWdkgBNZHRr6rxy9i-dfuM3J-tUxa-5SKcnDTo3LX0c2SdFi3NtbRUPzfLfgIQ2BzJt-dDsLRNwgndZ2hBEaGkATbf8gge-piwoxpnjdIl_P5/s1600-h/339.png"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249901584351875122" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMwN4MW0uBhzEomuLW4Y6PCYp3242FqpMwWdkgBNZHRr6rxy9i-dfuM3J-tUxa-5SKcnDTo3LX0c2SdFi3NtbRUPzfLfgIQ2BzJt-dDsLRNwgndZ2hBEaGkATbf8gge-piwoxpnjdIl_P5/s320/339.png" border="0" /></a><br /><div>i was convinced i worked for a pretty decent boss... but after giving her my resignation yesterday she IMMEDIATELY told me that my 14 working days leave that i still have, she doesn't have the money to pay me for them...so before 1 November i will be on leave a lot... cause I'm sure as shit not taking that... do you feel sorry for her? don't... cause she actually does have money to pay me... but she just doesn't want to... she's stingy that way...behind my back she enquired from my colleague if in fact the one calender month notice i gave her was stated in my contract... </div><br /><div></div><div>so here's a few things I've learnt...</div><div></div><br /><ul><br /><li>if you want loyalty, buy a dog</li><br /><li>nobody is ever indispensable</li><br /><li>never think twice taking a better job, no love lost at all...</li></ul><br /><p>so there... it's a done deal... I've been told to take leave next week, knocking off the first 5 days off the 14 days... leaving me with another 9 days... *giggle*</p><p>so I'll probably won't be blogging next week... my kids are on holiday so I'll be spending my time watching movies and eating popcorn...</p><p>it's all good :)</p>Sweetshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05362438172459556642noreply@blogger.com29