Jy blaai in die argief vir 2010 Mei.

Random facts

Mei 31, 2010 in Sonder kategorie

1. Acknowledge the award giver. 

Thanks,  Poppiekreer and Pheasant Plu. (Poppie nominated me a day or two before Plu did, but I was too thick to realise it was a nomination…) 

2. State 7 random / unknown facts about yourself 

  • I was born in the tiny town of Outjo in Namibia (the town lies right next to the Etosha Park).
  • My secret ambition is to be a MC and do more public speaking. (I am told I can be very funny. No idea where people get that idea…) 
  • I should have been a cowboy. I love jeans! 
  • I only turned 17 halfway through Matric.
  • I can be very absentminded. Deur-die-blare, forgetful, call it what you want. I once lost my kids – it later turned out I never even took them with me.
  • I raise my kids without TV. (Or have, for two of the three years since my divorce.) We do have two TV-sets, but they are not connected to aerials or a dish and only used for watching DVD’s once every two weeks or so.
  • I am so poor at maths (not adding up, but the algebra and trigonometry and things) that my St. 8 teacher BEGGED me in Sept of my St. 8 year to stop taking the subject and rather go and take art. Or something. Anything!!! The province’s department of education gave me special permission to drop the subject.

3. Award 10 bloggers that you’ve recently discovered think deserve the award “Versatile Blogger”

Diep in die Sloot

Tad

Mr A

Brouhaha

Outside of a dog

Lylo

(And then, of course, there are my old favourites: Pheasant Plu, Hop, Daai Vark, Madmom, Half-pint, Another Day, LO, Wingnut Diaries, Rooikat, Voted…)

Five pearls of wisdom (funny and true)

Mei 27, 2010 in Sonder kategorie

Lying (yep, lying) in my bed in Bloemfontein (it’s going to be COLD tomorrow), reading through the zillions of mails I got today (okay, half of it is notifications of comments on FB). Got this one from my big boet, a man of few words. Which makes it so much funnier. I like the first one, as I am always the one crying on the bicycle.

Ps. I prefer milk…

PPS: And I always go back to my big boet when I’m in trouble…

2      Forgive your enemies, but remember their names

3      Help a man when he is in trouble, and he will remember you when he is in trouble again

4      Many people are alive only because it is illegal to shoot them

5      Alcohol doesn’t solve any problems, but neither does milk… 

Extremely rare pic of a jackal hunting rabbits

Mei 26, 2010 in Sonder kategorie

A MUST-SEE PIC!

15 days to FIFA WC…

Mei 26, 2010 in Sonder kategorie

… and I find myself in a power failure at OR Tambo, supposedly the biggest international airport in SA (and probably in Africa).

Firstly, I missed my flight to BFN because of traffic chaos (don’t know if it was linked to the power), get booked on a flight an hour later, and then walk into a very dark departure hall.

At first I thought I forgot to take my sunglasses off (which I did), but even after taking them off I thought, hmmm, it’s very dark in here. The lights in the roof (on the second floor, in other words) were on (dimly), but the walkways weren’t walking (not a problem, as I had only hand luggage). Then, on the first floor, where all the shops (Woolworths, CNA, etc) and all the restaurants are, there was total darkness. Clients had to stands outside the shops. 

Check-in went fairly well, but took slightly longer. My new flight number didn’t appear on the check in screen, and the guy had to run somewhere to try and find out what it was. Everybody was super-friendly, though, and really tried to be helpful.

Walking through security showed me exactly why an international airport – nay, make that any commercial airport handling thousands of people – shouldn’t be without electricity. The X-ray machines scanning hand luggage for anything dangerous weren’t functioning!!! Plus, in the darkness on the second level, anybody could have left a dangerous parcel containing, say, a bomb.

After about 30 minutes of being there, the power came back on. But Wimpy couldn’t serve coffee or even a glass of orange juice, as THEIR SYSTEM WAS OFF! No, not the kitchen, the PC-system. Without which it is apparently IMPOSSIBLE to bring an order to the kitchen’s attention. I waited patiently for 20 minutes, then waaied out of there and went for coffee at a shop nextdoor. I think Cafe Vida?

Anyhoo, flew here with a SMALL small aircraft. A De Haviland something or the other. Luckilly we landed safely. I only missed one meeting, but was in time for the second one. 

Now I must eat my first meal of the day, otherwise I’ll pass out.

What’s going through his mind?

Mei 24, 2010 in Sonder kategorie

I own a small menagerie consisting of three cats, six dogs, a witty African Grey, a chattering little kokketiel and a budgie that fills in the background noise.

Now, as any pet lover can tell you, each of our animals have a personality, and (in my case, anyway) a sense of humour. Ally (the plaashond that I got from a farmer insisting she was a thorougbred Boerboel) is a brilliant watchdog. She watches, and at the first sign of danger, runs like hell – the other way! So, if you see her speeding for safety, know there might be trouble.

Dory, named after Nemo’s daft friend, is anything but daft. She is all smiles and has the placid, loving nature of a Labrador (which makes up half of her bloodline). She definitely has a sense of humour, and is all smiles most of the time. Ditto Tiekie, a Maltese cross – fun and games and ready to play and please at the drop of a hat. (She’s trying her best to convince me that she is actually a house dog, despite the difficult task to convince her that she doesn’t HAVE to mess in the house everytime I let her inside). Noddy the Toy Pom just wants to please, and is also always smiling and ready to please. Cindy, the geriatric has doggy’s Alzheimers, and has that far away, out-to-lunch look – permanently.

Pixie the black-dog-of-uncertain-bloodline has a sense of humour, but only with the kids (and of course, with me.) Anybody else must run for their lives, despite the fact that she can’t reach any higher than most people’s ankles.

Then there are the cats. George, the undisputed feline king of the home, has sense of humour written all over him. Also fun guy, shameless flirt, adventurer and man about town. Lilly is but a wee teenager in cat years, and flirts for food. She also spends a lot of her day in the pot with the geranium, and generally keeps to herself. You will know if she’s truly unhappy (which mostly happens if there isn’t a slave at hand to feed her), and sometimes I imagine a little flirty smile on the ever so beautiful Siamese face.

And then there is Grysmuis, who inspired this post. He is a fluffly grey and white cat, and got his name because he looked like a little grey mouse when we got him. He is Lilly’s exact age, but, unlike the other two cats, half the time leaves me wondering whether he is ill, ticked off, sleepy, very cautious or just plain dumb. I can’t read his expression at all.

Oh, what IS going through the little boy’s mind? Is he mad because I had his little thingamagees snipped off when he wasn’t even aware he had a pair, or would he have been in special class if he was a human? Or is he perhaps a young Einstein, bored with the dullness of the world of stupid people?

Friday funnies: our regular Zapiro overview

Mei 21, 2010 in Sonder kategorie

The best of the last week. (There’s one about the prophet Mohammed, but I like my head where it is, thank you very much.)

Speaking of heads in the normal position – Note where the head ends up in this one.

A brilliant one about Julius Haniball, aka Jewels the angry Joefleader:

That’s all, folks! Have yourself a good weekend, and catch some gees! (But under no circumstances let the gees catch you!)

Dear piepils

Mei 21, 2010 in Sonder kategorie

Dear piepils of blogville and Souf Africa

Can you fiel it? It is here! De World Cup, of course. And all de naais tourists. So, please forget about your own problems for once, and let’s make de World Cup one to remember. Do not worry that you not haf jobs. Do not worry that your children screams of hunger or dat your babies are dying in our state hospitals. Take your last money and get some gees! Go to your nearest soccer village and watch de games.

No money for beer and soccer village? No problem. Maybe do a little redistribution of wealth by means of the tourists. Dey will be easy to spot. Just listen for the accent. If it is not Afrikaans or kugel or joburg or Capey, it may be tourist. For heaven’s sake – give your own piepil a break for de next six weeks! After dat we can carry on with de murder and mayhem and hijackings and baby bashings and taxi-overloading. But if you already haf something planned, like a strike or resting on your spade next to de unfinished roads, ignore de message. All we want is for everybody in the country to have a good time.

Yours in denial

De Big Chief of de R of SA 

(Sorry, the gees is not with me yet.)

A funny cartoon about the Bulls and the the soccer at Orlando Stadium

Mei 21, 2010 in Sonder kategorie

This is, to me, a bitter-sweet cartoon. Because I met the artist, Weyni Deysel, exactly a week ago. We were both in the chemist to collect medicine, and as I have the sort of pharmacist who talks to everybody, he promptly introduced us, saying that I’m a magazine journalist.

I told him that I have always enjoyed his cartoons, was a big fan, blablabla, and we joked about why Willem (the pharmacist) loves seeing us both. Weyni still said it’s because Willem hears the sound of money when we walk into the chemist. My last memory of him will be one of a very friendly, apparently no-frills man. I still noticed the small wooden cross he had around his neck.

By Saturday morning Weyni was dead. Suicide. I don’t know why, I don’t know when or how, but I do know that taking one’s own life probably only happens after you have explored every possible solution for your problems.

May you rest in peace, Weyni.

(This cartoon appeared in the local newspaper Tame Times that hit the streets on Monday. Note the date – 18/05.) 

A funny cartoon about the Bulls and the the soccer at Orlando Stadium

Mei 21, 2010 in Sonder kategorie

This is, to me, a bitter-sweet cartoon. Because I met the artist, Weyni Deysel, exactly a week ago. We were both in the chemist to collect medicine, and as I have the sort of pharmacist who talks to everybody, he promptly introduced us, saying that I’m a magazine journalist.

I told him that I have always enjoyed his cartoons, was a big fan, blablabla, and we joked about why Willem (the pharmacist) loves seeing us both. Weyni still said it’s because Willem hears the sound of money when we walk into the chemist. My last memory of him will be one of a very friendly, apparently no-frills man. I still noticed the small wooden cross he had around his neck.

By Saturday morning Weyni was dead. Suicide. I don’t know why, I don’t know when or how, but I do know that taking one’s own life probably only happens after you have explored every possible solution for your problems.

May you rest in peace, Weyni.

(This cartoon appeared in the local newspaper Tame Times that hit the streets on Monday. Note the date – 18/05.) 

Only in South Africa…

Mei 21, 2010 in Sonder kategorie

Does the nanny who let almost-murderers into her employer’s house, get to go to the CCMA about unfair dismissal. I’m of course referring to baby Marzahn Kruger’s nanny, who was dismissed last week by Marzahn’s parents, who (quite rightly, mefinks) said they don’t trust her with their child anymore.

Add to this that Marzahn was only sent home yesterday after weeks in hospital (so, technically there wasn’t a job for the nanny, as the Sandton Clinic has been her home for almost a month now). The proverbial cherry on the top of this sad story is that Marzahn was left blind after fighting for her life for weeks.

Apparently Sekhu has a good chance to win the CCMA-proceedings.

What did the bloody nanny expect? A bonus?

Let’s say she was a bank manager, and she opened the door of the vault for three “friends”, and they robbed the bank blind. Do you think the bank would have been guilty of unfair dismissal if they fired her because they don’t trust her with their money anymore? How much more when it is a child’s life at stake?

EDIT: What makes the story of Marzahn even more heartbreaking is that her parents couldn’t have children, and they waited 15 YEARS for this little girl.