Move myself and Damien to the Midlands Meander; live like a hippy; make goat’s milk cheese and/or grow tomatoes (which ever one’s easiest) for a living; and home school Damien is what I’m referring to. Geez, I am so tired I dunno if I’m coming or going! Several times since Damien started school I have woken up in the morning and not had a clue as to what day it was! The driving to the school and back twice a day is really getting to me! And incredibly I had not one response on my advert in the paper for after school care for him- not even crank calls! I feel like pulling my hair out and asking why on earth people seem to think “high school equals maturity” when it SO does not! Last week I did not get home once before it was dark. Not once. I like driving him to school in the mornings, I really do- but taking an hour out of my work day to fetch Damien after school means having to work it back in again after wards, and leaving him alone and unsupervised at the school until I finish work is just too big a hurdle for my paranoid neurotic little mommy mind. What’s stopping me from doing the hippie thing? I like shopping too much. . . yes really. Hello, my name is Angel and I am a mall rat. And I love suburbia, and all it brings with it; I don’t like being more than a couple of kilometres from conveniences like malls and movie houses- not to mention schools. And dirt roads would drive me nuts if I had to travel them everyday, I don’t even like speed bumps! The farm is fine for visiting but- and let’s be honest here- I’m waaay too lazy to seriously consider making my living that way! I really do wish I could find a lift home for him and someone to have him in the afternoons.
Last week I was clothes shopping- or browsing rather because I had some time to kill before fetching Damien- and I spotted something in PEP (all South Africans know what PEP is) that had me laughing out loud! Unfortunately I can’t upload the picture for some reason. It was a rack full of bras, and one label in particular caught my eye. It said (and I quote): COTTON Crossover bra with MONEY POCKETS. Now, I know South African women, and probably a lot of women on this planet have kept their money in their bra for safety reasons, but this REALLY struck me as comical! Something else I saw this morning was a bakkie with the company logo “DIAL A PAINTER” painted on the back and sides- except that on the driver side door it said “DAIL A PAINTER” and I wasn’t fast enough to get a picture. . . and over the weekend Damien and I drove past a business that’s situated in a house on the way to some friends and the lettering on the wall is this beautiful brushed steel, with the last letter N in the word “ELETRONIKA” welded onto the wall back-to-front. I didn’t get a picture of that either but it made me and Damien giggle all the way to our destination!
Okay, okay, I’m exaggerating- I mean diet. . . you may remember how, when I started the diet in mid-November, all seemed to be going swimmingly! I really should have thought a little further ahead. I lost about three kilos before the festive season started (can you see where this is heading?!) and then when I went back to my dietician at the beginning of January, I weighed more than I did when I started in November! All my hard work down the drain! But to be honest I did have Christmas, New Year and my birthday to celebrate. . . Anyhoo, I lost a little between my first and my last visits to her this year, and now she has put me on a mild appetite suppressant just for a month to get me started and avoid getting disheartened by my lack of or slow loss. I am also going back to the gym (hopefully this week- just waiting for final approval) and I’m really looking forward to that. Damien is also excited because he gets his own card and he gets to train with me at no extra cost until he’s 18. One of the nice things about taking him with me is that he’s old enough to go to the men’s change rooms by himself and we both love to shower after training and before going home. The consultant who took my application suggested that the evenings are quieter (and it suits me to go after 7) and having Damien with me won’t get up any member’s noses (there’s nothing worse than waiting for someone’s kid to get off a machine when there’s a long queue). And we’ll be going on a Saturday morning which is also lovely and un-crowded! My initial plan is three times a week, working up to more as I get fitter and as time allows.
Cold turkey; which refers to the withdrawal effects from abruptly ending a dependency such as drugs or alcohol. The expression seems to have been first used in this sense in the 1950’s and appeared in the dictionary of American slang in 1960. The cold turkey expression is a metaphor for the cold sweat condition, and particularly the effect on the sufferer’s skin, experienced during dependency withdrawal. Prior to this and certainly as early as 1928 (when it appeared in the British Daily Express newspaper), the cold turkey expression meant the plain truth, blunt statements or simple facts of the matter, in turn derived from ‘talk turkey’, now meaning to discuss seriously the financial aspects of a deal, and earlier to talk straight and ‘down-to-earth’. This early ‘talk turkey’ usage dates back to the early-1800’s USA, and came to the UK later, as Brewer doesn’t list it in his comprehensive dictionary of 1870. The word turkey is interesting: the turkey species was originally native only to Mexico where it was found domesticated by the Mexican people when the Spanish invaded in 1518. The birds were brought to England in 1524 and appeared in Europe in 1530, and by 1575 had become associated across Europe with Christmas celebrations. Turkey is a shortening of the original forms turkeycock and turkeyhen, being the names given to guinea-fowl imported from Africa by way of the country of Turkey, as far back as the 1540’s. The word was soon (circa 1550’s) applied erroneously to the turkey because it was identified with and/or treated as a species of the guinea fowl. Turkey came to mean an inept person or a failed production in the mid 1900’s, because the bird was considered particularly unintelligent and witless, and this too no doubt contributed to the modern meaning of the cold turkey expression (no offense to those who have gone cold turkey. . . I’m just quoting Brewer here).
Friday lunchtime started with a company meeting after which we are not expected to return to our clients unless there’s something that really needs doing that day. I fetched Damien fairly early, and then realised I had not downloaded my work hours for that day and had to go back to my office! Then I had an appointment with the dietician (more on my diet later) and only then could we go home. On Friday night Damien and I got a couple of DVDs like we usually do on a Friday (although when there’s no money in the video shop “account” we just watch TV movies) but we didn’t finish watching them and were both in bed early (for our average Friday night that is).
Saturday morning Damien’s buddy from school phoned and Damien went over there for most of the day. This gave me some “me time” and I dropped off the letter from my doctor at the gym (being asthmatic and overweight made me a high risk candidate- I nearly fell off the chair when the consultant told me that) and I went to “Mr Price” to get some track pants and vests to exercise in. We were due to go to a friend’s house as of 3 (his fortieth and his daughter’s second birthday celebrations) but we were late. My Daddy darling got out of the hospital on Saturday! But after they’d been home for a while my mom realised she hadn’t collected his prescription so I went back to the hospital to fill it for them. While I was there I bumped into my BIL and his father who had just had an angiogram (or an anagram to hear him tell it, can you see me trying not to giggle) and been cleared, so big sighs of relief for their family too! After picking up dad’s meds I collected Damien and only then did we head for our friends and the birthday parties. This is the same friend who is expecting twin boys at the end of April and she worked herself to a standstill preparing for their daughter’s birthday party. Sensibly she ordered platters from “Pick ‘n Pay” for her hubby’s celebration and eventually she could sit down and take the weight off her feet. She looks fabulous and the twins are so adorable and greatly anticipated. There should be a baby shower one of these days. . . any gift ideas for twins would be greatly appreciated (I am getting a list from the sister throwing the party- but I would love to get something different and/or original as well). I so love visiting with this particular couple- they adore Damien (they refer to each other as their weekend family) and I adore them both. They’re the kind of people who make you feel so welcome in their home that you completely lose track of time. And of course having known them for a while I know their other friends as well and Damien and I only left after 1 on Sunday morning!
Sunday morning I overslept horribly and only woke up at 9:15! Our church service starts at 9:30 so I had to give it a miss in order to be ready to collect sister B and two of her boys at 10:30. I went to the shops and got some meat and bread rolls and a six pack of sister C’s boyfriend’s beer of choice (it was his 36th birthday and we were going through to celebrate with them). We had a lovely relaxing day on their smallholding, where they have 34 show roosters (noisy? Never ever!), and she has two ducks (Jamima and Jerome Puddleduck), a lotta chickens and three dogs. The boys love going there- they play outside in the trees as well as playing some pool and darts and PS2. There are also a lotta kids in her boyfriend’s family so they were all far from bored. We got home at around 6 and then had to prepare for school and work and such.
This morning- we overslept- and although we got Damien to school in plenty of time, the traffic made me a little late for work.
I have also joined http://FLYlady.net and I will be starting her 31 day beginner’s programme today. Go take a look- it’s quite fascinating! And for those who know me and how much I looooove housework- don’t laugh- I am quite serious. This is “clean up” year for me- gym and all!