Jy blaai in die argief vir 2010 Februarie.

In reaction to Bloggalot/bit’s question: why are we all currently going for Julius Malema?

Februarie 22, 2010 in Sonder kategorie

We are very vocal about JM because he is making very loud noises about things that will change the future of this democracy.

He is Peter Mokaba and Winnie Mandela and necklacing and “kill the farmer, kill the boer” all over again. He is vocal about violence and nationalisation and things that can kill our already suffering democracy (and kill it good).

He was born post-apartheid, yet he goes around blaming almost everything on apartheid. But nothing on the ANC-governments failure to deliver what they promise.

Jewels had the chance to go to school and write matric and couldn’t even do that properly. Compare that to other people who suffered, really, really suffered for better education – I have met many such people in my life. Aher Arop Bol, the author of The Lost Boy, comes to mind. Even JZ, who only has st. 3. (Not that I’m a JZ-fan at the moment)

From a personal point of view: I’m sick and tired of double standards. Jewels is gaaning aan about people exploiting the poor of this country while he is doing exactly that. If he indeed got those tenders, why is there still people without clean water, refuse removal, safe roads etc in Limpopo? And why didn’t he do it for free (like a real communist would have done?) He doesn’t blink an eye about enriching himself, yet jumps on every white South AFrican making a decent living through hard work.

What really irritates me the most is that he is a capitalist himself, but makes socialistic and communist noises just when it suits him.

Talking of suits: how the hell do you get it past your conscience to wear suits that cost R29 000 if there are people dying as a result of the political system you are part of? And that goes for other bling-kings in government as well. (Cravats @ R900, silk ties at R900, handmade shirts at R1300)

I think Julius Malema just chose the wrong time and the wrong things to become vocal about. He made his first BIG mistake when asking where the whites were when the athletes came back.

We (moderate South Africans) are so tired of being called racists by real racists. 

One last comment: I think Madiba spoiled us forever. It seems his shoes can just not be filled by anybody. WE went from having a “foreign affairs, always visiting foreign countries” president to a president also having “foreign affairs”. At least, I think that is why he’s no. 1 wife looked so peeved on the red carpet…

When can we get somebody to run the country without baantjies for boeties (nepotism, Supagran)? And with integrity and the welfare of the majority at heart?  

Zapiro explains Malema’s budget so clearly that even Malema can understand it!!

Februarie 22, 2010 in Sonder kategorie

Now, the question remains whether Malema reads English newspapers…(as published in Mail and Guardian)

What people said about cats (and pics of two of my three)

Februarie 18, 2010 in Sonder kategorie

Cats are smarter than dogs. You can’t get eight cats to pull a sled through snow. (Jeff Valdes)

 

“I meant,” said Ipslore bitterly, “what is there in this world that truly makes living worthwhile?”

Death thought about it.

“Cats,” he said eventually. “Cats are nice.” (Terry Pratchet in Sourcery)

 

‘Nuff said. These are the my other two owners (I showed Grysmuis yesterday).

 

This is Lilly. Aka Lilleth, named after Frasier’s wife. Because Lilleth was cool and aloof. But Lilleth became Lilly when we got to know that behind the facade of an ice cool looker lurks a playful little girl that can jump almost a metre into the air to scare you if you walk down the passage minding your own business. And she plays hide and seek…

 

This is George. Aka JorsWorsie, or Jorsie. But mostly George. Because he behaved like royalty from day one. He PICKED me! I went to a haven for rescued street cats and their kittens with the firm purpose of letting Zoe pick herself a kitten. ONE kitten. Then she made a choice (not a pretty choice, I dare say), and this tiny ball of fur casually sauntered up to me. I swear he was grinning! (Seriaas!!) Rubbed himself against my ankle, gave a gentle “miaow” and voila! I went home with two kittens. My pretty bundle of jokes, and Saartjie, George’s little sister. She unfortunately died a year later of Feline Aids (common among streetcats, and NO, I’m NOT joking). But George is thriving and has been my bestest best cat for the last six years. Streetwise, funny, absolutely unafraid of my dogs, addicted to catnip (he “killed” a bush in two weeks flat, and behaves like a total idiot when he smells the stuff.)

 

And, with him snoring away on my desk, I bade you goodnight. Off to bed, the lot of us!

 

 

 

Smelling God

Februarie 18, 2010 in Sonder kategorie

On Monday we had a cloudburst here in Alberton, and 120 mm fell in two hours. Which of course created havoc with traffic, as water was literally reaching car doors. Lot’s of cars breaking down, and road-vultures having a ball. Actually, several balls…

On Thursday night we had a similiar storm. It was also the night my youngest (Luc, now 8) was very upset once again about his dad (who, thank heavens, is working in Sishen at the moment).

For those not in the know: I blogged about my ex and his problems and how it affects my kids in December, but since then a lot more things happened which forced me to actually refuse him access to the kids. Legally I can do it, as it formed part of our divorce settlement as he has this little dagga-and-booze problem.

Luc actually went as far as saying he hates his dad (a VERY loaded statement for an otherwise happy-go-lucky, outgoing, loving 8-year old). He refuses to even speak to his dad on the phone. So, both kids started therapy two weeks ago to help them over this bump.

No, this story is not about my ex, but about smelling God. Read on.

To make a long story short: I am also going to therapy at the moment to deal with a lot of things: my anger at how my ex is messing up my kids’ lives, the death of both my parents in a space of 15 months, the stress under which I was for 13 months while looking after my very sick dad, etc. I am trying a new kind of therapy which so far brought the MOST AMAZING results: Theophostic Prayer-therapy. In a nutshell: my therapist has a doctorate in this form of therapy. It involves you telling your story, with specific reference to how situations make you feel (emotions), what you remember (memories), the truth and the lie (your perception of what really happened and what your mind makes you believe). It also involves prayer (in the session) where the therapist ask God to bring the memories to the fore that caused you to believe certain things about yourself, or caused you to experience certain emotions.

I have only been for two sessions, but remembered two life changing moments that I locked away very deeply in my mind. I haven’t thought about these two incidents in really a decade or even two, and here they pop into my mind. (No, it’s not hypnosis – you are wide awake the whole time, and try as you may, you can’t control what memory will pop up).

So, when Luc is so upset I tell him that I understand his anger, and that he must remember I still love him. And that God still loves us, despite us going through a difficult time now. And that God is revealing things to me in new ways since I started re-focusing on him.

This was around bedtime, so I was going to read to them from the Bible in any case. So, we read a Psalm explaining how David also experienced times where he felt alone, but he feels God’s presence nevertheless (can’t remember what we read). I explained to them that God is with us, although we can’t see Him. But He is with us in these trying times, and they must just remember it.

And then I prayed, out loud and lying down with a crying Luc in the crook of my arm and holding Zoe’s hand.

And then God’s smell came wafting through the windows…

I have an English country-garden-type-of-garden with herbs, roses, mint – really anything that grows and is green.

But I have NEVER in three years of having this garden experienced smelling the herbs inside my house. Never.  Not even when it rained very hard.

But on Tuesday God made the three of us smell him through the smell of mint (planted a few metres away from my window). And I could explain that we need rain for growth in our lives, but that God sometimes make the rain come down much harder than we expected. And that crushes our leaves so that people around us can also smell God.

Pics of (some of) the loves of my life (don’t worry, pics are small, won’t eat a lot of your bandwidth)

Februarie 18, 2010 in Sonder kategorie

I own a menagerie consisting of 6 dogs (my ex’s dog is in fostercare here at the moment, so it makes it 7), three cats, 1 African Grey parrot that talks the hind leg off a donkey, a kokketiel (can also say a few words) and 1 budgie who is taking speaking lessons from the kokketiel as we speak.  Here are some of my them:

 

The matriarch: Cindy, picked up on the N4 highway near Witbank in 1996. Age unknown (she was already a grown dog when we got her), but she still has two teeth in the upper jaw and a few more in the lower jaw. Never had ANY disease in the 14 years with us. Never came into heat (the vet told me they call dogs like this ‘angels’). Always loyal, always just a metre away from me. When she was younger, she would get up in the night with me to go and check on the kids. Now she’s too deaf to hear me get up, so AT LAST she gets a full night’s sleep. She’s getting cataracts in the eyes, but otherwise healthy and happy and somedays as playful as a puppy. Spends most of her life indoors, but I can count the number of times she had a oops in the house on my two hands. An extremely well mannered, loving dog.

The Alpha-dog, Dory, caught out snoozing on the couch. Look at the face! She’s a cross-Labrador, and has that wonderful typical Labrador-nature: clever, playful, loyal and very funny. Saw her in a petshop 6 years ago, and just HAD to have her despite not wallowing in money at that stage (bought her on my credit card on budget – best investment ever). She sleeps in front of my bed, and lies next to my desk when I’m working. A gentle giant, if ever I met one.

The cheekiest of them all. The most poison in the smallest bottle, etc, is Pixie (originally Pixel, as she was so small she just formed part of a picture’s pixel). Bought her for the kids to help them through the divorce as their cat was run over by a car during that time. Didn’t want another cat (because somebody around here poisons them). So asked the pet shop for something that won’t grow bigger than a cat. They sold me this little thing that lives her life in CAPITALS. VERY funny, VERY playful, VERY loyal, will DEFEND us with her life (really, she’s the only one of my dogs that will bite somebody). Also always right where I am, except when the kids come home, then she’s mostly with Zoe. In one way she’s definitely like a cat, as she climbs through windows to do her thing outside. (Something that frustrated my dad greatly when he lived here. He couldn’t understand why a dog was climbing through a window, and chased her with his kierie every time he had the opportunity. Only problem was that she could run, and poor him couldn’t even walk…)

Blog ratings (a rant), a funny dog-pic to start the day, and a question about the Budget (for Madmom or anybody else)

Februarie 18, 2010 in Sonder kategorie

How does this work? My blog is on the list for most read blogs, but my “rating” went from 173 to 573 despite yesterday’s almost 900 hits?  See why I don’t understand maths? (Or did they forget to include MyNews24blogs in the ratings?)

My sister yesterday listened to Gordhan’s budget speech, and she heard he specifically thanked the 3,2 million individuals who paid their taxes last year. Is that POSSIBLE? I really hope she misheard, because how the hell can we expect a country to run full steam if we have more than 45 million people in the country and only 3,2 million individuals pay tax. I think there are about 3,2 million working people in Joburg alone. Does anybody have that figure?

See ya later! Off to do a good deed for my friend who had a mastectomy. 

Online dating anyone?

Februarie 17, 2010 in Sonder kategorie

My lazy cat Grysmuis (chilling behind the laptop on my deurmekaar desk)

Februarie 17, 2010 in Sonder kategorie

Note the tail tuck between the legs. Grysmuis is one of three cats who own me. Two of them grace my desk with their presence most days.

What year is this? Could somebody please tell it to the Arab men

Februarie 17, 2010 in Sonder kategorie

With this post I’m sticking my head out a bit, I suppose. But just look at this story that appeared in Gulfnews on November 1st, 2009. I quote from the article (about a wife not listening to her husband): “…if that doesn’t work out, he can WHIP HER GENTLY in a manner that makes her understand the situation.”

And look at all the feeble reasons for divorces granted.

Follow this link: http://gulfnews.com/news/gulf/uae/crime/official-stresses-need-for-marital-reconciliation-1.521633

What women want from men (a must read!)

Februarie 17, 2010 in Sonder kategorie

So, I’m single and dateless. Not quite desperate yet. But after years on my own, I had to laugh at this list sent to me by another single friend, also not desperate but very definitely dateless. (Guess what she does for a living?? You would NEVER guess. She writes romance novels and is one of the best selling authors in this genre. There is a theory that those not in a relationship writes the best about romance as they can make things up as they can go along. And her success proves it. If she was in a “normal” relationship, she might not have had the energy to write a post-it, let alone a 100 000 word novel…)

(No, I’m not bashing marriage or relationships or romance, I’m just saying you can’t have a day job and write bestsellers at night if you have a husband also wanting some attention.)

Could the things us ladies want from men be the problem? Or are we the problem? Or are men the problem?  Look at the list, and decide for yourself.

I’m 40, so look at the highlighted part of the list. Am I asking for too much??  🙂 

(Disclaimer: this is meant as a joke. Men that get upset easily, run back to Mommy. If you get angry, go and hit your pillow.)

What I Want In A Man! (Original List)
1. Handsome & Tall
2. Charming & Dresses with style
3. Financially successful
4. A caring listener who engages in meaningful conversations
5. Witty and able to make me & my friends laugh
6. In good shape & stamina!
7. My friends will enjoy his company & generosity
8. Appreciates finer things

9. Full of thoughtful surprises & pampers me with gifts!

What I Want in a Man, Revised List (age 32)
1. Nice looking
2. Opens car doors, holds chairs
3. Has enough money for a nice dinner
4. Listens more than talks
5. Laughs at my jokes
6. Carries bags of groceries with ease
7. Owns at least one branded watch

8. Appreciates a good home-cooked meal
9. Remembers birthdays and anniversaries

What I Want in a Man, Revised List (age 42)
1. Not too ugly
2. Doesn’t drive off until I’m in the car
3. Works steady – splurges on dinner out occasionally
4. Nods head when I’m talking
5. Usually remembers punch lines of jokes
6. Is in good enough shape to rearrange the furniture
7. Wears a shirt that covers his stomach
8. Knows not to buy fake watches
9. Remembers to put the toilet seat down & not wet the floor
10. Shaves most weekends

What I Want in a Man, Revised List (age 52)
1. Keeps hair in nose and ears trimmed
2. Doesn’t belch or scratch in public
3. Doesn’t borrow money too often
4. Doesn’t nod off to sleep when I’m venting
5. Doesn’t re-tell the same joke too many times
6. Is in good enough shape to get off the couch on weekends
7. Usually wears matching socks and fresh underwear
8. Appreciates a good TV dinner
9. Remembers your name on occasion
10. Shaves some weekends

What I Want in a Man, Revised List (age 62)
1. Doesn’t scare small children
2. Remembers where the bathroom is
3. Doesn’t require much money for upkeep
4. Only snores lightly when asleep
5. Remembers why he’s laughing
6. Is in good enough shape to stand up by himself
7. Usually wears some clothes
8. Likes soft foods
9. Remembers where he left his teeth
10. Remembers that it’s the weekend

What I Want in a Man, Revised List (age 72)
1. Breathing.