A month gone by, it has been an experience with many tears and many headaches but I survived it and this gives me pause to reflect on the many challenges that we face every day.
Take Puberty for example. I am sure I was an absolute Angel while I was going through this stage and my parents are no longer around to confirm or deny this statement (thank goodness) but the memories of being confused at that age still linger and I wonder………
Do we as humans ever really leave the puberty stage behind? I find myself still to be that unsure 14 year old (except for the body of course) and doubt my decisions and wonder where I could have done things differently. So is puberty a state of mind or an out of body experience? Age does not mean you actually have a clue what you are doing! At least as a teenager you can blame it all on puberty – where as I now blame it on the early stages of my second childhood.
My girls came to visit this weekend and as is nearly always the case they rag me and each other and remind me of situations I would rather not remember but it was all great fun. Accompanying them was Richard- Cait’s’ Man and his brother Greg who is a comedian waiting to be discovered. And we go onto the subject of “Does Size Count”
Always a subject that either makes a man grin or grimace. As one friend told me, if ever a man says size does not count… your response should be … “Oh shame – you mean you have a problem in that area!” Well I have news for most men, and some ladies…… size does not count, because no matter the size it’s the technique. I have friend the one who used to fall asleep in sales meetings who once told me a story.
He was wining and dining this lady and one thing led to another. They went up to her room and when he addressed, she looked at him and laughed as said “who are you hoping to please with that? To which he responded….. ME! Good answer!
Ok enough Sex Ed. Getting back to our weekend. Now Greg and Sarah decided to have this sexual banter that carried on the whole weekend and of course it was quite innocent, but they did leave themselves open to quite a bit of mocking. But my Cait who can sometimes not be so quick on the uptake - only after threatening to invade each other dreams on Saturday night, did she actually catch on - Cait finally piped up “Oh My Goodness check out the Flirtation”
Take Puberty for example. I am sure I was an absolute Angel while I was going through this stage and my parents are no longer around to confirm or deny this statement (thank goodness) but the memories of being confused at that age still linger and I wonder………
Do we as humans ever really leave the puberty stage behind? I find myself still to be that unsure 14 year old (except for the body of course) and doubt my decisions and wonder where I could have done things differently. So is puberty a state of mind or an out of body experience? Age does not mean you actually have a clue what you are doing! At least as a teenager you can blame it all on puberty – where as I now blame it on the early stages of my second childhood.
My girls came to visit this weekend and as is nearly always the case they rag me and each other and remind me of situations I would rather not remember but it was all great fun. Accompanying them was Richard- Cait’s’ Man and his brother Greg who is a comedian waiting to be discovered. And we go onto the subject of “Does Size Count”
Always a subject that either makes a man grin or grimace. As one friend told me, if ever a man says size does not count… your response should be … “Oh shame – you mean you have a problem in that area!” Well I have news for most men, and some ladies…… size does not count, because no matter the size it’s the technique. I have friend the one who used to fall asleep in sales meetings who once told me a story.
He was wining and dining this lady and one thing led to another. They went up to her room and when he addressed, she looked at him and laughed as said “who are you hoping to please with that? To which he responded….. ME! Good answer!
Ok enough Sex Ed. Getting back to our weekend. Now Greg and Sarah decided to have this sexual banter that carried on the whole weekend and of course it was quite innocent, but they did leave themselves open to quite a bit of mocking. But my Cait who can sometimes not be so quick on the uptake - only after threatening to invade each other dreams on Saturday night, did she actually catch on - Cait finally piped up “Oh My Goodness check out the Flirtation”
Our reaction was, OH CAIT YOU NEED TO WEAR YOUR STUPID STICKER TONIGHT! This had been going on since they arrived on Friday night and she only woke up to it now. My darling Cait who laughs five minutes after you told a joke and then tells you “Oh I just got It! "Or laughs with us and then looks at us with that pure look of confusion to say “I don’t get It!?” She has this ability to laugh at herself, which she only developed in the last two years. Shame poor Cait has also inherited my Talking too much and being the absolute clown and the star comedian when she is tired.
When she starts babbling and giggling and loses train of her sentence you know she is over tired and even at the ripe old age of 18 I still send her to bed . LOL…
The other week I was beyond tired after the hectic weeks we have been having we were giving Matt a lift home from work. He was sharing his day with us and mentioned that while he was driving there was this horrid stench in his car. He turned to his assistant and asked him if he had not possibly stood in something while doing a collection, to which Franz answered in the negative. Matt checked his shoes, but there was no evidence that he had stood in something.
He said the smell stayed in the vehicle all day and eventually he started looking at his assistant in disgust and suggested that maybe he needs to take a bath. Franz was most put out and told Mathew that he needed to get his bloody nose checked ..Or he would bop him one on the nose.
Matt said it smelt like the smell of a garbage van. So I asked him, if it was not actually him that smelt. To which he replied Oh G I hope not and smelt his shirt, only to open the window and say he needed to apologize to Franz as soon as he could. Well I thought this was very funny and called him the Garbage Man, but that is not what is so funny, I was like a stuck record, giggling all the way home and repeating the “Smelt like a Garbage collector” statement over and over.
When she starts babbling and giggling and loses train of her sentence you know she is over tired and even at the ripe old age of 18 I still send her to bed . LOL…
The other week I was beyond tired after the hectic weeks we have been having we were giving Matt a lift home from work. He was sharing his day with us and mentioned that while he was driving there was this horrid stench in his car. He turned to his assistant and asked him if he had not possibly stood in something while doing a collection, to which Franz answered in the negative. Matt checked his shoes, but there was no evidence that he had stood in something.
He said the smell stayed in the vehicle all day and eventually he started looking at his assistant in disgust and suggested that maybe he needs to take a bath. Franz was most put out and told Mathew that he needed to get his bloody nose checked ..Or he would bop him one on the nose.
Matt said it smelt like the smell of a garbage van. So I asked him, if it was not actually him that smelt. To which he replied Oh G I hope not and smelt his shirt, only to open the window and say he needed to apologize to Franz as soon as he could. Well I thought this was very funny and called him the Garbage Man, but that is not what is so funny, I was like a stuck record, giggling all the way home and repeating the “Smelt like a Garbage collector” statement over and over.
Only to follow this statement with a collapse of further giggles and I found this highly amusing. Bern and Matt and othe other hand did not and they looked at each other and turned to me and said “Ok bed time for you, as soon as we get home, it’s off to bed with you, you are clearly tired and talking the biggest amount of rubbish!” I found this doubly funny and burst into song, signing off to bed with you to the sound of it’s off to work I go from Snow White.
Well that was a dead giveaway that I was past tired and needed some serious sleep time. In fact it caught up on me a couple of nights later when I developed a sleep deprivation migraine. I felt as if my eyes were bleeding, so in desperation I took a quarter sleeping pill headache tablets and was lights out until………….. Madam Jinx pounced on me to go and get some more dinner at 2.00am. I swear I did not jump out of bed; I shot out like a man being propelled from a cannon. I was running flying as such a speed I collided with the wall and must have done a perfect imitation of Spider man as I was sprawled against the wall clinging for dear life in the spider man position...I realized I was in trouble when the alarm panel looked like disco lights and I could see more than one Jinx and several Fiona’s and Little Boys. The Bed was floating and no matter how hard I tried to push the alarm de-activation key I kept on missing the buttons as I was trying to find the buttons that weren’t moving. Oh the colours were amazing. I decided that next time I decide to have a Disco I will invite some friends as I was really seeing wonderful things.
I did the DOG waltz down the passage, somehow managed not to decapitate Jinx as I opened the door as she has this habit of jamming her head between the door and door frame with her shoulders against the door, thereby closing it on herself. Silly dog and in that state I found this quite a difficult task to unravel as I was pushing when I should have been pulling when I should have been pushing.
Well the dogs went out for their nightly jog and had a 20.am snack and I toddled off to bed a little bit more alert, until I re-set the alarm. Within seconds it was screaming for attention and I had to find my phone as I knew that the alarm company would be phoning. They must be so used to my garbled response and one day they are going to ask me if my mother is home as I know I make absolutely no sense at all. By that stage I was fully awake and totally alert with a new headache starting to pound the tunes of "If I were a richman... or better still Sarah's favourite song "Running Bear Loved Little White Dove"
The saga did not end there. At 4.50 am the alarm goes off, I make coffee for us, wake Mathew up who was staying over for the night and take Bern her coffee. I see that the water is running a bit slow but think nothing of it. I feed the animals, and as I am walking down the passage I burst out laughing which is not a normal reaction for me at that time of the morning especially after my Disco Evening’s events....
Well that was a dead giveaway that I was past tired and needed some serious sleep time. In fact it caught up on me a couple of nights later when I developed a sleep deprivation migraine. I felt as if my eyes were bleeding, so in desperation I took a quarter sleeping pill headache tablets and was lights out until………….. Madam Jinx pounced on me to go and get some more dinner at 2.00am. I swear I did not jump out of bed; I shot out like a man being propelled from a cannon. I was running flying as such a speed I collided with the wall and must have done a perfect imitation of Spider man as I was sprawled against the wall clinging for dear life in the spider man position...I realized I was in trouble when the alarm panel looked like disco lights and I could see more than one Jinx and several Fiona’s and Little Boys. The Bed was floating and no matter how hard I tried to push the alarm de-activation key I kept on missing the buttons as I was trying to find the buttons that weren’t moving. Oh the colours were amazing. I decided that next time I decide to have a Disco I will invite some friends as I was really seeing wonderful things.
I did the DOG waltz down the passage, somehow managed not to decapitate Jinx as I opened the door as she has this habit of jamming her head between the door and door frame with her shoulders against the door, thereby closing it on herself. Silly dog and in that state I found this quite a difficult task to unravel as I was pushing when I should have been pulling when I should have been pushing.
Well the dogs went out for their nightly jog and had a 20.am snack and I toddled off to bed a little bit more alert, until I re-set the alarm. Within seconds it was screaming for attention and I had to find my phone as I knew that the alarm company would be phoning. They must be so used to my garbled response and one day they are going to ask me if my mother is home as I know I make absolutely no sense at all. By that stage I was fully awake and totally alert with a new headache starting to pound the tunes of "If I were a richman... or better still Sarah's favourite song "Running Bear Loved Little White Dove"
The saga did not end there. At 4.50 am the alarm goes off, I make coffee for us, wake Mathew up who was staying over for the night and take Bern her coffee. I see that the water is running a bit slow but think nothing of it. I feed the animals, and as I am walking down the passage I burst out laughing which is not a normal reaction for me at that time of the morning especially after my Disco Evening’s events....
I realize that Matt will really smell like a Garbage collector today not to mention how Bern and I will smell, there is no damn water. Have you ever used those wet wipes to give yourself a bath? Not nice and certainly not something I would suggest you try at home. The packet was not sealed as well as it should have been so I had these stupid white tissue things plastered to my body as I tried to give myself a bit of a freshening up. I went through nearly the whole packet in disgust. I was not impressed I can tell you and all I hoped was that no one asked me to go and visit them that day. I even took my shampoo to work to wash my hair in the basin in the ladies. I never got the chance to use the shampoo as they day rushed away from me.
You have no idea how wonderful getting home was that night. We dropped Matt off at his home, but his saga was not over. He arrived home only to find that there was no water at the house he was lodging at and he had to use a bowl of water to freshen up. To say he was not impressed is really putting it mildly.
The joys of Life in Durban!@$%@!
You have no idea how wonderful getting home was that night. We dropped Matt off at his home, but his saga was not over. He arrived home only to find that there was no water at the house he was lodging at and he had to use a bowl of water to freshen up. To say he was not impressed is really putting it mildly.
The joys of Life in Durban!@$%@!
Sorry Sarah, could not resist the "Running Bear Comment.... if it’s any consolation, I can't get the song out of my head.
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