All business. Except I (obviously) didn’t do much work today as I assembled the first of twelve paper zombies.
I don’t have a lot of friends, but really value the few I have. They take care of me when I need it the most – this weekend was an example of that.
My partner in crime invited me to join her for dinner on Friday night at Pigalle, a restaurant in the Michelangelo Towers I would probably not go to if I had to pay my own way. The food was really good, but made so much better by the great company I had. As if taking me out for a scrumptious meal was not enough, my friend also got me another Kimmidoll for my collection.
Another friend of mine, whom I haven’t known for as long as I know Nafisa, invited me over for Sunday lunch. My oldest friend (as in the one I’ve been friends for the longest) was there as well, and it was great to catch up with everyone. There was a fabulous roast with all the trimmings, and in quantities that is probably inherent to Afrikaans cooks.
Undoubtably one of the best things in life is spending time with people who have seen you at your best and your worst, know most of your secrets and flaws, and still love you despite it all.
Those two words just about sums up everything: my job, my ambition, my life.
I’m in a position where what I do is not the same as what my job title implies. I have an online PR site that I have no clue what I’m doing, if I’m honest, and as a result that’s stagnating a bit. And I’m so depressed that you would rather not be in the same space as me – trust me. When I’m not crying, I’m sleeping; when I’m not doing either of those I stare at my computer screen (at work) and wonder how I could substitute my income. I’m all for a second job as long as it doesn’t involve me being social/friendly with other people.
My best friend is selling his car to survive financially until the end of Feb. My mom is ill and depressed (selling your house without knowing where you’re going to go will do that to you) and I want to send her some groceries. Except my salary is inadequate to cover my monthly expenses as it is.
Anyway, if you’re still reading this, wow. I just wrote this to be doing something somewhat productive, to put it out there that I’m available after hours and on weekends for admin-type jobs, and that I may not blog again for a while.
I try to interact on Twitter to prevent a complete social withdrawal, but I’m a bit of a killjoy at the moment and understand that people don’t want to be around me. For what it’s worth, I don’t want to be around them either.
Megan nominated me as a Stylish Blogger. Whoohoo!
With reward comes responsibility, and this is no exception. The rules are:
1. Thank and link back to the person who awarded you this award
2. Share seven things about yourself
3. Award 15 recently discovered great bloggers
4. Contact these bloggers and tell them about the award!
Okay, so seven things about me you may, or may not know:
- I love doing Sudoku and crossword puzzles, especially the crossword in vida e‘s Obrigado magazine.
- I love pretty heels, but I prefer to walk barefoot.
- I have one brother. He’s four years older than me. He’s blind. He taught me to drive 😀
- I like Apple products, with the exception of the iPhone. I’m an avid BlackBerry supporter.
- If I ever get married I want a violin playing Nessun Dorma rather than a traditional wedding march.
- I’ve never been abroad.
- I’ve never lived on my own (and desperately want to).
And now for my nominations. I don’t read blogs very often. I don’t know why. So pretty much any blog I do read can qualify as new. Here are ones I do go back to, in no specific order:
- Shorty Pam – having met her in real life, I can say that she is even more hilarious in person.
- Samantha – So many things she write I can relate to. And she’s also a Pretoria native 🙂
- Lize – she’s one busy little bee with a huge fashion fetish.
- Tammy – huge bibliophile. From time to time she even does book giveaways on her blog – how awesome is that?!
- Tanya – I’m not big on kids, but reading her blog dedicated to her son, Max, really makes my heart melt.
- Sarah – Sarah has sooo many blogs/columns and not all of them are online. I can relate to a lot of her experiences too. We’ve also met in person and also have plenty of bad skeletony things in our closet. We showed them to each other and we still socialise, so that must be good!
- Tiffany – is one of the ladies I’ve come to know through Twitter, and one day when I’m grown up, I want to be like her. Another fabulous bibliophile.
- Nafisa – best Jo’burg friend. We’ve been friends for a long time and partners in crime at social events. Her brownies and butter chicken are to die for, and she has a wicked sarcastic streak I adore.
- Exmi – I’ve met her and her little boy (and her bf and mom). He’s so cute, and she’s so laid back. And her body thrills are a really great treat.
- Nicola – another foodie blogger (Nafisa used to be one). Another blogger who runs competitions and share really cool food links.
- Acidicice – again, a mommy blogger whose little boy has crept into the hearts of all of Twitter.
- Jenty – a twit lady I’ve met in person. Her dogs, her kids, her schedule (as a photographer) – I don’t know how she does it all!
- Gina – this isn’t her main blog, but I thoroughly enjoy the conversation’s she’s overheard.
- Rose – I imagine if I lived in CT we’d be good friends.
- Nechama – is there anything this woman can’t do? She is another person I’d like to be like when I grow up, complete with the awesome eyelashes.
Thanks again, Megan 😉
I woke up to the news that “a shift in the sky over the millenniums altered your zodialogical sign“. Really? While I’m not really sporty or much of an outdoor adventurer, and I suppose calling myself optimistic and posetive is pushing it a bit, I quite like being Sagittarius. Now they want to dust of the thirteenth zodiac and include it into the mix, and I fall into that sign. Ophiuchus (o-few-cus); the snake-bearer. The snake, symbol of wisdom and of all the knowledge hidden beneath the earth is integral to this sign.
Debate about whether one has to concern oneself with the addition/change of zodiac will probably dominate news and blogs today. Regardless of your belief (or lack thereof) in astrology, you have to admit it makes for interesting reading.
The updated list is as follows:
Capricorn: Jan. 20-Feb. 16
Aquarius: Feb. 16-March 11
Pisces: March 11-April 18
Aries: April 18-May 13
Taurus: May 13-June 21
Gemini: June 21-July 20
Cancer: July 20-Aug. 10
Leo: Aug. 10-Sept. 16
Virgo: Sept. 16-Oct. 30
Libra: Oct. 30-Nov. 23
Scorpio: Nov. 23-29
Ophiuchus: Nov. 29-Dec. 17
Sagittarius: Dec. 17-Jan. 20
This site lists the characteristics of Ophiuchus as:
* interpreter of dreams, vivid premonitions
* attracts good luck and fruitful blessings
* serpent holder, lofty ideals
* a seeker of peace and harmony
* doctor of medicine or science, natural-pathic
* adds, increases, joins, or gathers together
* poetical, inventive nature, expanding qualities
* seeks higher education and wisdom
* overseer, supervisor of work
* fame – either grand, or completely misunderstood
* longevity, aspirations of healing the ills of man
* architect, builder, reaches for the stars, figuratively and literally
* tax assessor, or levy taxes
* astrological talents, intuitive
* large family indicated, but apt to be separated from them when young
* the number twelve holds great significance
* foresight and good fortune to benefit from hard times
* has secret enemies in family or close associations
* many jealous of this subject
* notable father, apple of father’s eye when young
* high position in life expected [depending on aspects] highest fame and legend comes after death
* feelings of granular, wise, genius mentality
* likes to wear clothing of vibrant colors, and plaids in particular
* receives the favor of those in authority
A lot of that, as always not everything, I can identify with in my past, maybe future. An interesting anecdote from the time website about the embodiment of Ophiuchus:
Tiresias was considered the wisest of men and he was summoned before the gods because Zeus and his sister-spouse Hera were quarreling. Zeus insisted that women enjoyed sex more than men; the prudish Hera said that was not true. The only one who knew for certain was Tiresias. Why? Once when he was walking through the woods, he came upon two enormous serpents mating. Being curious and not afraid of disturbing these symbols of wisdom as they copulated, he poked at them. As punishment (or boon), Tiresias was transformed into a woman and lived, fully, as a woman. Years later, walking through the same woods, he once again came across serpents mating. He knew exactly what to do. He poked them again. Poof. He was a man.
And so, Zeus asked, having been both male and female, who derives more pleasure from sexual intercourse? Tiresias did not hesitate and said, “woman.” Hera was incensed and struck him blind. Transgender, inquisitive, brave enough to risk the wrath of Hera (whom even Zeus feared) Tiresias, blind as he may have become, is the most modern embodiment of Ophiuchus.
I’m sitting at my desk contemplating this post, and realise that everything around me is noisy and rushing, and I feel completely removed from it all.
So far 32, and indeed 2011, has not surprised or excited me in anyway. One of my readers did makie a donation in response to my plea in a previous post. The kindness was completely unexpected, and greatly appreciated. (The house-buying venture is an uphill battle which I’m not sure I want or can fight.)
I feel like a shell of my former self – I’m not stressing about anything; not because there’s nothing to stress about, I just can’t summon the energy to do so.
I’m frustrated and bored by work. I’m looking around, but if I’m completely honest, I don’t know what I want to do – other than write, which is not really a very specific goal – and that doesn’t help the situation. I’ll tell you what else doesn’t help, getting bored quickly. Case in point:
In a Sagittarius CV you’re likely to see not one, but many different kinds of jobs. They get bored easily and won’t mind giving up a good wage to go grape-picking in Spain. The staff of Sagittarian bosses don’t know whether to love or hate them.
It isn’t very often that they lose their temper, but when they do, they don’t care who’s present. However, Sagittarian vitality is contagious and they can fire everyone up with both drive and ambition.
Sagittarius people are born to be successful and expect their staff to be as brilliant as they are. They are ideas people and get around obstacles with great style.
They work odd hours rather than set hours. A rigid routine makes them bored, depressed and unimaginative. They need to express their personality in their work, The best thing about them is that they tell you the truth, so you always know where you stand.
Thank you Women24 for that; not that it helps me in any way, really.
I have this website which I thought would be an excellent platform for online PR, but I really don’t know what I’m doing, and so nothing has happened on there for a bit. Yesterday I considered doing a short course again, except I have other things my resources need to be spent on.
I’d seriously give the hunt for a sugar daddy a try, but I know I’m not a trophy girlfriend. And apparently I’m not the girl of anyone’s dreams. That sounds way more depressing than what I actually feel about the matter. I couldn’t care about that right now. And again, that is the problem. Not caring. About anything.
Sure I’m concerned about whether my mom has enough to eat, whether my brother’s retarded first wife is going to take my nephew away from my mom, whether my dad will try to kill my mom and/or my brother again, when the parents’ divorce will be settled, how long my fully dememted gran will live still, what I’m going to do with my stuff if my mom has to move out of the house, where my mom’s going to live if she has to move. But I’m not actively burning energy to feel stressed up about it.
So now what? I think I’ll just float along for a bit. Whatever.