Saturday, 18 April 2015
Family
I talk about family a lot. It's important. I normally talk about the inside stuff that I've inheritated. Yesterday I got sent some pictures which completely prove I am not adopted. We're a family of women and the genes be so very strong within us. Amazing really. Put me in a '50s swimsuit and chuck me in the picture and is not be out of place.
Friday, 17 April 2015
Placing your feet firmly
I'm not confrontational. I could say I'm most certainly a lover not a fighter. But there are instances that my blood boils...I am, after all, human.
So what gets me going? It's rather a short list.
The first is lies. I have a postcard which says "liars tell it like it isn't". It's that simple. I think it stems from the fact, that I rarely understand why I'm being lied to. I'm fairly tolerant and rarely hold a grudge, so why would you lie to me? And I have very little space for people I can't trust. Ergo, you lie to me, deceive me, I can't trust you, therefore my time is wasted and thus gone.
My second thing is being played. Kind of goes with the first I guess. It also ties into when people take the proverbial piss. You be nice, kind even, tone down and think about the way you say something and nothing! They still act like an idiot.
I guess I've had a bad day. And in the scheme of things, I'm more pissed off because I was being nice and I got kak back. But it's sorted and it's not a biggie.
The thing is, I am not the walkover some people think I am. Or maybe that I used to be. I can be so very stubborn and that's the person that they will get now.
Feet will be put down. It remains to be said that it takes a while for me to bitch up, but I'm in there.
And now I'm smiling again. Aah, the therapy of my blog.
Friday, 10 April 2015
Springtime and the loving is easy
We have had our first bbq/braai of the year. I say bbq as we had sausages and burgers. But braai because I'm African and the sausages were beef.
And it was good and the sun shone and the birds sang and my spirit was happy.
I have a cider in hand and fresh air soothing my head.
And all is right in my world. Oh I guess world peace and food for all mankind would be great too, but in my own little space on the planet, I feel good and replenished and sated.
The sunshine does that to me. Not being in the office does that for me. Having people I like close by and skips in my belly makes me sweeter.
Saturday, 4 April 2015
Steps
My first sit on the step of the year. It must be Spring and oh how I have missed this season. A lovely bit of warmth entering my soul. Feels great to be here on my step.
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