Moving On Out
New Category
I think it's time for a new category on my blog. My only category so far has been "Moving On Out" and well, I've moved on out. Now I need to post under a different category/categories it seems. I can't decide what to name my new category...categories...maybe I should make one "My evil mother" and when I post about her I can put things under that category. It will definitely help for people who want to keep up with that saga. I suppose I should then filter all the old entries about her into that category. I think I just got it. I'm going to go do that. [Ed: This is obviously going to take me alot longer than I thought...so I've decided not to do it via GPRS and rather do it at work...tomorrow maybe]
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Puppy Pictures
I promised puppy pictures and never posted them. They were about a week old when these pictures were taken: 
This one looks like a teddy bear...awww cute 
Sleeping puppy....aaaawwwwww 
Drinking puppy...lookit the ickle tung...awwww 
Another cute one...look how big they are for a week old! 
Zoe the proud mommy Their eyes and ears were still closed when these pictures were taken. They're about 6 weeks now and going to leave the "nest" so-to-speak. I think my mother is keeping one or two of them. Zoe has been doing very well as a mother even though I was the only one she ever had. The puppies are gorgeous (there are 5 in total). I hope they find good and happy homes.
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How my life has changed
In the last few months my life has really changed. It has changed for the better. I have built character through the bad things that have happened to me...but I've also "grown up" in a big way. It's funny how when you live on your own your priorities change. I thought that the first thing we would do when we get our own place would be to party and do anything we want as we finally had total privacy. I thought we would do drugs, drink...have sex everywhere...but you know...it hasn't really happened that way. Come to think of it...I haven't spent ANY money on drugs since we've moved. I used to be able to waste my money...buy anything I want...run up my accounts...but I'm getting paid tomorrow and all I can think about is that I'll be able to buy Harpic Toilet cleaner...and the little thingie you put into the toilet for when you flush...and onions...and food. Why is that? Why is it that these basic domestic things excite me? Why is Mr. Muscle my hero? Why would I never lift a finger to help my grandmother with dishes, yet I do them now everyday without complaint? Funny how things change. Also since the launch of the new product at work that has changed my job function, we've been working a lot more early shifts than we were before and less weekends...which means my life has "normalised" slightly. Rudi and I see a lot more of each other and yes sometimes we get on each other's nerves, but it's nice to know I CAN see him now. We make and have supper together every night...a bonding experience in itself. We DO more together. It's lovely...we have a "routine" and I like it. I do however need to get out and get drunk more often. I need to play as hard as I work. I'll work on that.
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Puppies!
Nothing particularly interesting has happened of late. I'm going to see Zoe's puppies tonight. I'm looking forward to seeing them...apparently they're very cute and running around all over the place now. I'm also not looking forward to it since this means that I'll have to see my mother. I'm not in the mood to see my mother, but I really want to see the puppies and since they're almost 6 weeks old, if I don't do it soon I might not be able to see them at all. My grandmother came out of the hospital after having a series of tests done...including one where they stick a needle in your spine which she said was very very painful  I can't wait till June/July when I get my share money and will be able to pay off alot of debt. I'll also be finishing the two loans I used to go overseas at the same time, which means I'll have more money from month to month. Using my share money to pay off debt and finishing off those loans will certainly put me in a much better position to start saving towards my other dreams. 2007 is going to be a good year. It really is!
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Kirby
Last night a Kirby demonstrator came to our house to demonstrate the Kirby machine. Oh.My.Word. I was so shocked. It is truly amazing. You have to SEE it to believe it. I vacuumed before they came. When they arrived we brought down our vacuum cleaner. They vacuumed a spot on the carpet with my vacuum and then vacuumed the same spot with the Kirby. O_O You won't believe how much dust they randomly sucked up from my walls, ceilings and already vacuumed carpet and tiles. Then they tackled the bed O_O ewwwwwww. It's amazing, disgusting and awesome all at the same time. Problem is, Kirby's cost about 15K in South Africa. I definitely cannot afford one...but DAMN...I WANT one! It also works as a full body massager (with extra attachment for scalp massage and/or pet grooming), dustless sander, pot scourer, drain unblocker, buffer and even a spray paint machine! It is incredible and I can't stop thinking about it today. If you can afford it, book a demonstration via the site...OR you could mail me and I could forward your details to a demonstrator in Cape Town...or if you're just curious you can get them to come out and show you. I consider myself WOWED.
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OUCH
*sigh* Yes, that's how I'm going to start my day. I had a knot in my shoulder blade muscle yesterday and a colleague tried to massage it out. Today is is KAK SORE! If I move my arm it hurts. I've taken some pain killers and I've got a hot water bottle on it, but I don't think it's getting better Other than that things are OK. My grandmother is in hospital for 3 days, they're doing neurological tests and stuff on her because she has a back problem and I think they think it has something to do with her spine (it's the only reason I can think of that they would do neurological tests on her). My grandfather is so cute. He's completely lost and miserable without her. He popped in last night and kept looking at his watch and commented that my grandmother would be watching a certain programme on TV at that time..."Oh, she's watching 'Egoli' now" (and he'd smile to himself)
We realized he hadn't really eaten (because he really couldn't feed himself could he?) so he ate supper with us. It was nice to have him come visit  Anyway...I've got a stack of work to get through...and I'm already dead tired. *yawn*
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Bulldozed
You know hat pisses me off? When Rudi and his friend bulldoze me. I fucking hate it. Like today...Rudi had the car...it's the last week of his holiday so he doesn't want to waste it. I ask him to go buy some rope to fix our washing line...but he says he doesn't have any money. I'm like..."OK fine. Whatever". This afternoon he's phoned me and he's gone to pick up his friends (with my petrol no less) and now they want to go out once I've finished work. "But baby I thought you didn't have money?"..."Why don't you just draw money from your credit card and I'll give it back to you". Yeah right. Firstly...I'm trying to reduce my debt and I'm already living off my credit card for this month...besides that I feel it's unethical to draw money from my credit card to go out partying. Besides that they want to go to some langarm (hmmm...traditional South African dancing?) place and I'm SO not in the mood. So Rudi shoves the phone to his friend. "Oh please can't we go...we only just got back into Cape Town and it would be so nice before we go back to work blah blah blah blah". Like I give a fuck. I explained we don't have money, but that deters them not. Now Rudi's friends don't have a car, so basically they rely on me and whether or not I want to go anywhere...except when I don't feel like going anywhere they do their level best to make me feel like I'm a major party pooper. OMG they piss me off so. It's not my problem that they can't go anywhere because they don't have a car. Yes Rudi loves spending time with them...but for fuck's sakes...there's a limit. Maybe I wouldn't mind so much if I wasn't always stuck working... When Rudi and this friend of his get together there is no end to their shit. They get UTTERLY pissed and don't want to stop drinking. Most of the places close around 2am here in the mornings...but then they will decide that they haven't had enough and drive around the entire fucking continent looking for a place that is still open and still serving alcohol. *sigh* I hate feeling bulldozed. I hate feeling like the one that always says "NO". I don't want to be the sour girlfriend who spoils everyone's fun. ARGH!
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