South African Political Posters…

Spelling is optional, and you don’t have to make any sense!!!

The PAM is guilty of not using spell check!!!
S C R A P C R E D I T B U R E A U E S
C A N C E L L A L L S T U D E N T D E B T S
S U B S I D I Z E T A X I S F O R R E D U C E D T A X I F A R E S

The UDM and the MF are both not actually saying anything at all. COPE doesn’t say anything at all, and the ANC says they can do more, when they haven’t done everything they promised to do 15 years ago!
And I promise these are the actual posters. I took these pictures myself, and they have not been doctored or fiddled with in any way. Not only because I don’t have Photoshop, but because they’re hysterical enough all on their own.

Helen Zille wants to perform at the Cape Town Jazz Festival- and the ANC reckons its “unfair electioneering”, this after Zuma spoke at the Rhema church during a service!?!??? And now Rhema won’t let other parties speak there as well…?

Its truly hysterical.

It Was Over So Fast!

It was like I had no weekend…
Friday I spent driving around. I drove the knucklehead to school, then I drove to work (20km round trip), then we had a company karting thing in the middle of Pretoria, after which I drove to my mom’s place (in peak traffic)- prolly another 20km round trip. Then I popped in at the hospital to see my daddy darling before heading off to see friends of mine who I haven’t seen since I can’t remember when.
We didn’t get to chat much… there was a woman there who was highly entertaining- but who didn’t stop talking. And I thought I spoke a lot.
Whilst driving to my friend’s house, I decided I would not be driving back to the other side of Pretoria to fetch the knucklehead from the party he was attending, and that I would fetch him on Saturday morning. He was tickled pink, I was neurotic over leaving him somewhere that I hadn’t agreed with the parents or made arrangements for meds or anything.
Anyhoodle.
I picked up mommy darling on Saturday morning, then we fetched the knucklehead and his friend J, and then we visited my dad.
My intention was to take mommy darling out a bit for a change of scenery- but that didn’t happen when daddy darling’s kidneys started doing worse and they decided to do dialysis immediately.
I ended up bailing on BlogGirls to spend the day with mommy darling.
Later in the afternoon, when my Glugs had gotten home from his business trip, sister B arrived at the hospital so I went home to my man.
And then I started crying. I don’t cry easily, and I don’t cry in public. I never have. I just can’t. I have received flak for it as well because I come across as unfeeling to some people.
But when I’m home, in my own space, I cry.
And when I got home and started telling my Glugs all the details about my dad I cried.
And just for added excitement, I had the knucklehead’s first term school report as well (he’s on holiday now).
He has failed. Miserably. Again.
I cried about that too.
I told him earlier this year that if he failed I would not be sending him back to school. Especially after all the drama and his having to play catch-up…
I am now torn between my longing for him to at least have a grade 11, and my anger at his wasting my time and money!
Okay. I’m going to stop there. I feel a lump in my throat again…
On Sunday da Bruvva came over with my Nephew N and we watched the Melbourne F1 together. It was a mindblowing race, and if I get a chance I may do a race review a little later. Lemme just say for now, that this season is going to be VERY interesting!
And I am finally back on Twitter and feeling connected again!

9:30PM Daddy darling update. he’s much better tonight- sugar and blood pressure under control at last, kidneys working a little better so no dialysis tomorrow. He is a lot happier about everything than he was yesterday. Thank you for all the prayers, messages, emails and good thoughts.

F1 Starts Tomorrow- I Can Hardly Wait!!!

Lemme tell you bunnies- Formula 1 this season is going to be STONKING hot!!
Slick tyres, dramatically different aerodynamics, engines having to last even longer than before… SO many rule changes!!!
I can hardly WAIT for tomorrow morning when the season starts in Melbourne, Australia!!!
I, erm… borrowed some photies from The Official Formula One website to whet your appetities…

Here’s this year’s Ferrari
This year’s BMWThis year’s RenaultThis year’s MclarenThis year’s Toyota And the Ferrari front for the last 6 years- so you can see how its changed.

Just look at how the front wing has grown this year, and its so low on the Ferrari! The rear wing is minute in comparison!! And those slick tyres just look so RIGHT!

Interview With The Infamous Knucklehead

I’ve seen this interview thing on a few blogs lately, so I thought I’d do one with Damien too.

And then I got more than a little nervous about doing this with the knucklehead, because I thought he’d be cocky for the sake of being cocky… and I suddenly remembered doing the same thing to my mommy darling once- in public! I used to go to the youth group at my church every Friday night, and the one night the parents were invited too. My mommy darling came along, and they then quizzed 5 or 6 of the parents- TV game show style- with how they would react to real life situations involving their children whilst the interviewee’s kids waited outside. I remember that night like it was yesterday. When it was my turn to answer the questions, I deliberately gave answers that I knew would shock the audience, answers that I knew were contrary to what my mommy darling had said even though I hadn’t heard her answers (I’d been outside trying to chat up a wanker I thought I liked, whilst he waited outside for friends to arrive). The few times I had the balls to look at my mom sitting in the audience, I could see she was hurt by my lame replies. I’m sorry mommy darling, I did know better.

This situation is very different, and fun, and I was right- the knucklehead was being silly when I asked him the questions, but I went ahead with it anyway. And I left out the question about his father (#21 on other people’s quizzes)

1. What is something mom always says to you? ~~sniggering~~ ” ‘NO!’ and ‘don’t forget the dishwasher/ the litter box/ your meds/ to empty the bin…'”

2. What makes mom happy? “Good school work, and the last year of our lives.”

3. What makes mom sad? “When I do something really stupid…”

4. How does your mom make you laugh? “We kinda do that together, turning things we hear into jokes or silly conversations, like the poisonous windsocks in Cape Town and the midget living in the ceiling…”

5. What did your mom like to do as a child? “I don’t know!”

6. How old is your mom? “30 something… 36?”

7. How tall is your mom? ~~giggling his head off~~ “About an inch shorter than me!”

8. What is her favorite thing to watch on TV? ~~cheats by checking what’s recorded on the PVR~~ “Graham Norton!”

9. What does your mom do when you’re not around? “I dunno… bake cupcakes?”

10. If your mom becomes famous, what will it be for? “Cupcakes”

11. What is your mom really good at? “Baking cupcakes, and spotting things that the government is supposed to take care of, and being my mom.”

12. What is your mom not very good at? “Chilling! You can’t do wrong turns! And PS2.”

13. What does your mom do for her job? “IT isn’t it?”

14. What is your mom’s favorite food? “Spaghetti, take aways, McDonalds…”

15. What makes you proud of your mom? “That you’re always there for me and help me out- and you’re cool.”

16. If your mom were a cartoon character, who would she be? “I dunno, I’ll have to think about it.”

17. What do you and your mom do together? “Mall crawling!”

18. How are you and your mom the same? “We both like metal.”

19. How are you and your mom different? “I’m a guy and you’re not!” ~~loud guffaws~~

20. How do you know your mom loves you? “No matter what goes wrong you’re always there, and you tell me.”

22. Where is your mom’s favorite place to go? “Visiting your friends and blogger meets.” ~~big smile~~

My Own Personal Little Hell

My daddy darling had an angiogram this morning, and the result is that they will not be putting in a stent or doing a bypass as there’s no significant artery narrowing, incredibly. His blood pressure however, is still edging him towards another heart attack, and they have to get it under control. The doctor’s biggest concern is that his kidneys are failing. He will now have to stay in ICU until they get his kidneys right and they’ll probably have to do dialysis as well.

And he’s still in pain.

I am so worried about him and my mommy darling…

My little hell is complicated by my hay fever though. I could deal with almost anything were I not sneezing constantly.

I started taking the Luffeel on Monday. By Tuesday night I was sneezing insanely because I’d gone 2 full days with no Zyrtec.

People think I’m exaggerating when I try to tell them how much I sneeze and why I am on chronic medication to control it. I sneeze all the time. I sneeze so much that if I have a hay fever fit in the car I have to pull over because I can’t see where I’m going… I sneeze so many times and so quickly in succession that I can’t always draw a breath between sneezes. And if I try to take a breath I bite the side of my tongue or I choke. And heaven help me if I am eating or drinking something… usually I have enough warning that I’m going to sneeze, but occasionally one sneaks up on me. Actually- this is when I usually bite my tongue- because I’m talking or eating or drinking!

It’s so bad that even poor Glugs asked if I was sure I still wanted to go through with this.

And it doesn’t matter where I am either. I sneeze as much in my clients’ air conditioned building as I do at the hospital visiting my dad and at home in bed.

And I’m pretty damn sure I’m not supposed to be taking as much of this homeopathic stuff as I am… it says to dissolve 1 in the mouth 3 times a day, and in chronic cases 1 every 15 minutes for 2 hours. I think I’m taking one every hour at least!

I ache all over from sneezing. My head hurts most of the day. If I have a particularly violent sneezing fit my arms hurt too. My ribs feel bruised and whilst they don’t hurt when I breathe- they hurt when I laugh, when I blow my nose, and when I cough. My nose has taken on a decidedly Rudolph-like cast… even my top lip is chafed.

Last night my eyes started itching.

Oh joy.

I dunno what the maid has done with my new facecloth now either- I use a cold facecloth over my itchy eyes to relieve it a little and stop me rubbing them. Which I did in my sleep- so today I’m all puffy and I look like I’ve been crying!

I look like shit.

My Glugster is away on business till Saturday afternoon- so whilst I get to drive his cool car, I am home alone…

I am not a happy camper.