City council fail

Thank you Durban city council for making it illegal for me to turn right out of my driveway.

Pimpin out mah bestie

Right readers (all 4 of you) I don’t usually ask for anything from you, but now I need you to do something important…

1. go here
2. Vote for Cath Jenkin
3. Make countless other people do it too cos it’s the right thing to do.

You know you want to.  the world will most definitely be a better place if the awesome Miss Cath Jenkin is crowned girl geek of 2010. Do it for peace, for freedom and for mama’s homemade apple pie.

random musings

Apologies dear audience. This post is very all over the place. Bear with me, although i won’t go so far as to promise coherence in the future…

This week is going to be the longest Richard and i have been apart.  He’s going to JHB on wednesday and is only back on friday, maybe saturday. eek. Iknow things haven’t been the best between us lately, and i know that when we got together we knew that our lines of work means we’d have to travel at some stage, i hate the idea of him being so damn far away!!

this weekend past offered some of the peace and quiet i wished for.  mostly because richard spent most of sunday afternoon asleep on the couch and shae was out with her dad. hehe

but this weekend also proved that richard and i are in no way ready to expand our family anytime soon. apart from the practical considerations, emotionally, neither of us is at the place where we could deal with another child at the moment.

This weekend was beyond awful as far as the weather goes.  i’m definitely not a sun worshipper, so i think the bit i got this weekend will last me thru until winter thank you very much.  although i will say, chilling out poolside is far more fun than i remembered.

a friend of mine posed the question this weekend:  why do guys always leave her and go running back to their bitchy ex’s. i don’t know the answer to that one, but i was thinking about it a bit and i’m sticking to my theory that sub-standard men are intimidated by our awesomeness.

and then on a final note, the old debate has sprung up for me.  how much is too much to share online? am i over sharing on my blog or on twitter? i know i don’t go into graphic detail about my bathroom habits or whatever, but when should i just stfu?

What I Want for this Weekend

After the goings on and drama of last weekend, I want a nice weekend.  Nothing exciting, nothing mad or adventurous, just plain old nice.

Hopefully we’ll get to take the kids out somewhere fun and spend sometime chilling out. Looking at the weather report, hopefully we’ll find somewhere to have a swim where i won’t scare the bejesus out of innocent people with my VERY white legs.

I want a weekend that contains so little drama that on Monday, the only thing i have to blog is a few pics of the kids being cute.

Now really, is that too much to ask?

Blog Challenge: Random meme

If I could I would quit my job and run away!

In my kitchen cupboard lots of things that taste good with pasta

On my desk is a huge bloody mess.

Image in my head is of my bed. with me in it

In the middle of my to do list is some random boring paperwork

I am dreading the amount of paperwork my future holds

Right now I want to eat a pile of chocolate, read my book and snuggle up in bed.

I think I’m going to take a day off very soon

Going to watch some rallying for the first time in ages this weekend

Drama, drama, drama

After the hijacking, I’m pretty damn paranoid about getting home late at night.  The electric gates that I was promised have yet to appear, so I still have to get out of the car to let myself in.  What I have taken to doing is calling one of my parents to wait for me at the gate to let me in

Now when my dad does this there’s no hassles, as he has the gate waiting open for me.

My mother on the other hand will leave it closed and wander around the garden playing with the cats until I arrive.  Given that it took the last lot of hijackers less than a minute to pull up behind me, take over my car and drive off with me in the car, that’s no bloody good, is it?!

So last night at about 11 I head home and notice a car behind me.  I call to make sure mom has the gate OPEN.  When i get to the house, it’s closed, so I drive past and take a side road (luckily for me I’ve lived in the area all my life and know all the back roads really well).  When the car doesn’t follow me, i do a u-turn and head back into my road.  Only to see the SAME DAMN CAR pulling out of a driveway and back towards me.  I head back to my house and the gate STILL isn’t open, so I carry on past and take another road which will lead me back to he town centre.

The other car drives past that turn, stops, reverses and turns up the same road.  It then comes screaming up behind me, following me s close I’m sure it’s about to rear-end me.

So I decided to go back into town and head to a petrol station where I know tow-truck drivers and cops always hang out. The strange car takes another turn, so I slow down and carry on to the petrol staton.

When i got there i was able to press gang a cop into following me home, which he did without hesitation.

So there it is. my life. never a dull moment eh?

Dear Truthfull

I don’t know who you are or who the fuck you think you are, but if i ever find out, i’ll have a few choice things to say to you.

Firstly, well done for being too fucking pussy to use your real name. Hiding behind an incorrectly spelled pseudonym really adds credibility to your bullshit.

So you add Richard on mxit and start telling him all sorts of wonderful bullshit about me. Why exactly? What is it that I’ve done to you that you would try to ruin one of the only good things that’s ever happened to me?

This couldn’t have come at a worse time, right when everything is so very touch and go between us anyway.

How could you accuse me of cheating on him?  With many random guys in random bars?   How the fuck dare you do that?  And say there are witnesses?  But then cleverly back out of having to prove anything by saying i’m an expert at masking my tracks?!

You have no idea what you’ve nearly cost us, what you’re playing with.

So I have only this to say: if i find out who you are, you better hope you live very are away from me, because i don’t take kindly to this sort of shit being spoken about me.

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A Little Fun Stuff…

…before I start blogging about the less fun stuff.  LauraKim asked the question… What would you do with a 50 million lottery.  I think I’ve spent that money about a hundred times over in my head, so here’s what I would do:

• First, I’d stick at least 20 million in a bank account somewhere where i couldn’t get to it.  I have a HUGE problem with saving money and never seem to be able to get it right!
• I’d pay off our cars and get rid of them.
• Then I’d buy:  A Lexus IS 250 Sport; a Mazda 6 MPS; VW Toureg 3.0 TDI Tiptronic  and a 1.5 Suzuki Swift
• I’d buy Richard a motorbike of his choice
• I’d buy a house.  Something that we can mod into what ever we want.  It would have to have 4 bedrooms, an awesome entertainment area, a study for each of us and a very large garage
• Richard would get all that dj gear he’s always on about: CDJ2000’s, turntable, a desk, a lappy, speakers etc blah blah
• Oooooh, the geekery I’d indulge in.  We’d both definitely get new phones, laptops, desktops and all the toys and gadgets
• I’d set up some sort of education policy for the kids
• We’d travel.  We’ve already mapped out a list of places where we want to go: Italy, Russia, Ireland, Ibiza, Brazil, Finland and Kenya are all on our list
• shoes shoes shoes.  need i say more

Saying goodbye to a friend

There’s this girl.  Her and I have had a love/hate relationship for the better part of 13 years now.  In high school, it was more hate than love, but as we grew up we really started getting on better.

Recently she’s been leaving really snide comments on my facebook statuses, but because I worked with her up until the end of last year, I let it go, but they were really hurtful.

Last night on my way home, I was nearly involved in a very nasty accident thanks to two idiots dicing on the highway in peak hour traffic.  I almost had a Peugeot 307 in my backseat.  So naturally, I did what every geek would do.  I tweeted about it and changed my facebook status to “megan was nearly taken out by two streetracers. fucking morons”

Now this “mate” of mine doesn’t bother with asking what happened or if I’m ok.  Her response? “I can’t even comment. I’m laughing silently, a laugh of knowledge”

WHAT THE FUCK IS THAT SUPPOSED TO MEAN?

So my darling Richard leaps to my defense and calls her out for being a bitch.  She then responds that we’re overreacting and she was joking.  we get told we don’t get her sense of humour.

Strange, I find very little funny about nearly dying.

So the long and short of it is that I’ve deleted her from my facebook and will carry that over into real life too.

This year for me is about clearing my life of people that are too much admin.  I’m getting rid of my high maintenance mates and this was a pretty difficult start for me cos through everything, I sort of believed that deep down we were friends.

But friends don’t treat friends like that.