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Friends for better and worse


My three best friends’ birthdays are coming up in the next couple of months: in April the friend I met online who became an offline ally five years; a partner in crime whose acerbic, sarcastic personality mirrors mine so perfectly, and makes any social gathering so much more interesting. She doesn’t judge me, I don’t judge her. We teach each other things, we tell each other pretty much everything. We don’t see each other as much as we should, but we chat often. For her birthday I’d like to take her to High Tea at the Saxon and give her a pink Kitchenaid mixer (hoping that she’ll stop resisting and restart a food blog again).

In May my oldest friend is celebrating her birthday. Thirteen years ago she helped me find a bit of balance, when it felt like my life was spinning out of control. It’s still spinning, but I’m better able to go with the centrifugal force than just letting it swoop me any which way. We don’t chat as often as we used to, but see each other every six weeks or so at our book club meetings. She is a domestic goddess that can put Nigella to shame, but she’s always running around, multitasking, and for her birthday I’d also like to take her to the Saxon for High Tea, but the Kenwood Cooking Chef will make multitasking so much easier.

The person whom I believe to be my soul mate, who has seen me at my best, my worst and everything in between for 11 years; who knows every single thing about me; with whom I share even the smallest detail of my every day and still chooses to be my friend, unjudging, celebrates his birthday in July. There are so many things I’d love to give him, but the thing he probably needs most of all is a washing machine. And a whole lot of groceries.

I don’t have many friends – I don’t trust people easily anymore. And all of the people I consider friends are incredibly special people who have made a difference in my life. But these three friends – they have helped me be who I am, and they help me through the struggles I still so often face. And nothing I give them will ever be thanks enough for their friendship.

Five weeks…


Another year into the dirty thirties. And aside from the top five things on my wishlist (tattoo, spa day with all the trimmings, cold hard cash, hot heels, a gadget – full list here), there are a few unlikely things I’m hoping for:

A KitchenAid Mixer with attachment pack (in Almond Cream)

Paint for my brand new room (although I’ve not decided on colour scheme)

Gym membership/personal trainer (with a workout wardrobe)

Guest column in a magazine (I’d just like to see my name in print again)

A full body scan (because my body is revolting, as in fighting against me – not just being gross :P)

I suppose it’s a little strange, but there you have it. Five weeks. Two threes. *sigh*


Another dreadful countdown


Five months. That’s all I have to plan my next mother of a pity party. You see, yesterday I was watching reruns (are there any other kind of show on DSTV?) of Cake Boss, when I realised it’s downhill to my next birthday. And I pondered getting some people together, feeding them cake (as much as I’d like to keep all the cake in the world for myself) in a pleasant setting, along with some fabulous drinky-goodies. Well, I pondered for all of 10 minutes before realising that I don’t have money for a venue, cake and drinky-goodies for people outside my family (and even the family will only get the tiniest slices of cake and will have to make their own coffee). And any money I manage to save in the meantime I’d rather spend on making myself happy than feeding other people. Yes, I guess I’m a little strange that way. Maybe one day when I’m not obsessing about having enough food for my family, about paying my debt and about money in general, I’ll happily entertain the masses. In fact, I’m so hopeful about that, I’ve added it to my bucket list. Some of you (yes, I’m assuming I have a large and wide-read audience), may have seen my list before, but I’ve modified it to having those things I reasonably expect to achieve within the next year or two (so if anyone feels like helping me cross any off the list in five months, you know how to get hold of me). Also, that was not a hint for the friendly neighbourhood stalker. I’m trying to see how many and how generous readers of this blog are (trying to be optimistic here).

Hot air balloon ride
A spa day with all the trimmings (maybe even an overnight stay)
Learn to sketch
Learn to make something new with origami
Sew a dress
Throw a big party
Host book club meeting
Make candles
Take a proper holiday, like at a resort or something like that.
Complete La Mer range
Christian Louboutin heels (Or at least sexy heels from Aldo)
64GB iPod touch/16GB iPod Nano
Diamond earings (nothing big and blingy; plain little studs would do)
Red heels
Kindle 4 + skin + lighted leather cover (apple green)
High tea at The Saxon (I love the Westcliff, but think it’s time to try something new. Although, as long as there’s cake I’ll go anywhere!)
A new bed – one I can choose for aesthetics and comfort
A reading chair for my room (because my bed can’t handle my sleeping in AND living on it)

Now to start saving in order to make these happen. I’ve requested a quote for the tattoo – I think it’s important for the stage in my life I’m going through; maybe that will be the first thing I cross off the list.

If I had a million dollars…


In a bit of a silly mood from listening to The Barenaked Ladies. It got me thinking about some things I’d like (other than no debt and a place of my own – which I really want quite badly). Sorry if you wasted your time coming here today, expecting some kind of meaningfulness. Then again, that should teach you to ever expect that from this blog.

  • A spa day (facial, body scrub/wrap, hair treatment, massages, etc.)
  • Winter boots
  • Red heels (still)
  • Some place peaceful to stay for my upcoming two week holiday
  • A pair of jeans (or two)
  • A bit of shopping: new bedding and linen (maybe even a new bed!), books, perfume, stationery, etc.
  • A new hobby – I’d like to do more origami, but can’t seem to understand diagrams from books; I need a hands-on approach to that. I’d like to do something that’s quick, easy and portable to do.
  • A Kindle – the new one, with a green leather cover (the one with the light-goody attached) and a cool gelaskin (all in my Amazon.com wish list)
  • A BlackBerry Bold
  • An iPod Nano with a wristband thingy
  • A docking station for my iPod
  • Maybe an iPad… definitely a PlayBook

And since yesterday was my 32⅓ birthday, I am happily accepting gifts 🙂

Add identity crisis to the mix


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.

But whether or not my sign has changed is absolutely the least of my worries. Nevertheless, it makes for interesting blogging.

Thoughts on 32


By far and without a doubt, Saturday was the worst.birthday.ever.

Morné made me fabulous fried breakfast. I continued to laze on the couch before we went to Brooklyn Mall where I got a new BlackBerry Curve 8520. That allowed me to give my old phone to Morné, whose BlackBerry Storm died a graceless death last week. I hoped to get some nice cardboard to print a few businesscards on, but a quick stop at the bank made it clear that I will not be buying anything at all, anytime soon. So off we went to my mom’s for a braai.

The afternoon was pleasant enough despite the intense heat. As the afternoon cooled down and some rain finally provided a little relief, we got ready to leave, but my brother called to say they were on their way and we should wait a little longer. They arrive and his fiance gave me a tube of bath/shower gel. And then things went a little downhill. My mom & I had an argument. It ended with me screaming at her and telling Morné we’re leaving.

When we got back to his flat, Morné ran me a bath, afterwhich I climbed in bed. And that was that. The consequent depression has still not lifted. The constant rain is not helping. And it seems I might be coming down with a little something. My throat is all scratchy and I’ve been coughing a bit.

I really hope this is not the tone for the rest of the year. I really don’t care for any of this.



This past Saturday I had brunch with two friends, since I won’t be in Johannesburg this coming Saturday (on my birthday). Now, in case you didn’t know, I have really cool friends.

B gave me a kimmidoll (Hasumi), which brings my collection to five. N went all out for a proper spoil – a voucher for Skin Sense Day Spa in Rivonia, a note book and a little sign that reads “Will work for shoes” which I’m trying to put up at my desk, a compact mirror with the inscription “Did you say exercise or accessorise?”, a gorgeous mug with a picture of a shoe on it (same as on the box it came in) and a tassel tied around the ear, and a hot chocolate spoon (similar to the one in the picture)! That is pretty much all of my favourite things in one package.

I love how they have spoiled me. Sure it won’t pay my bills, but it does make me feel special. And sometimes that is more important.

P.S. – To see how to make your own hot choc spoons, have a look at the Cook Culinary Studio blog.

A different view


I’ve always felt that there’s something wrong with me because I don’t act like a typical Sagittarian is supposed to act. Browsing because of boredom, as one does, I found this “insight“.

The Myth:
Sagittarians, so they say, are bright, breezy, bouncy types who never let anything get them down. They are all “jolly-hockey-sticks”; totally tactless and insensitive but full of energy and enthusiasm. Supposedly, they love competitions, always look on the bright side, see everyone as a friend and are suspiciously fond of horses.

The Truth:
This is all a bit unfair. Sagittarians are perfectly capable of being grouchy and grumpy. They can summon plenty of lethargy and cynicism when they choose to. They can also be very delicate, diplomatic and deep. It’s just that, because Sagittarius is ruled by Jupiter – the planet of hope – they can never quite silence an inner voice of optimism. Events may reduce it to a whisper for a while but it always returns to a roar, the moment they spot a possible solution to a problem. Sagittarians are idealists who want everything to be wonderful. They are also extremists who hate half measures. For them, it’s either gung ho or no go. And as for the horses? Only some of them, sometimes!

The Key To Success:
To be a Sagittarian is to be surrounded by serendipity. Rarely do you have to go in search of anything. It naturally comes to you. Or, at least, it does as long as you know the difference between trusting your luck and pushing your luck. When you strive, you stumble. When you make the most of what’s on offer, you get magical results.