Oh my goodness. It feels SO good to be back to blogging here again. I can’t believe how much I missed it!
If you’re still checking in on this blog and reading these words, thank you, thank you, thank you!
I never imagined after deciding to put the breaks on Scribbles and Smiles that I’d be back here again at all to be honest. I suppose before I give you a quick rundown on what I’ve been up to these last six months, I should probably tell you why I went away for so long.
You see, when I first started freelance writing in September 2012 it was all very new and exciting. I didn’t know in what direction I was heading so I tried everything. Blogging was the main thing. Over time I read and heard all kinds of things about what you must and mustn’t do in the big world of blogging. I did these things, thinking it was the “right” thing to do and then slowly but surely I lost my love for writing here.
Why am I back?
I guess deep down I subconsciously thought I might write here again one day because I never deleted the blog or the Facebook page. BUT, the deciding factor was an email I received last month from a producer of a local radio station. She found a blog post I’d written here and was interested in using a certain part of it for an upcoming show. Now, I’ll be honest – it’s not like she wanted to interview me or anything, but she did find my post on this really important subject I’d written about, and for me – that’s golden. To know that among the thousands of blogs out there, one of my measly little posts stood out. Hooray!
That’s what got me thinking. This blog was supposed to be about me writing what’s in my heart and about my thoughts and perceptions on life. I might not be the loudest person in the room, but when I feel strongly enough about something, you better believe I’m going to write about it! I think there are too many people who don’t speak up about things that are important and I really don’t want to be one of them. So, even if it’s just on this blog and even if hundreds of people aren’t reading it every day – that’s fine with me. It’s something. It’s a place for me to just be me, where I can write about the things I really want to say – but sometimes can’t.
Now that that’s out of the way, let me tell you what I’ve been up lately…
The load down since June…
I poured my new found love for healthy eating and exercising into a new blog,Good Health Buzz.
In August, I started working as a half day copywriter at an advertising agency on a contract to perm basis. I thought it was my dream job and was over the moon about it. Then in October I discovered that the woman I took over from was coming back after her maternity leave. So my last day is 20 December. I’m not going to lie, I was crushed – heartbroken and depressed for days after I heard the news. But you know what? Believe it or not… things really DO happen for a reason. Not being so emotional about it now, I can see that this probably wasn’t what I was supposed to be doing. I was supposed to be there for a few months to grow as a writer and develop new skills and that’s exactly what I did. I’m so grateful for having had this opportunity.
I did a few freelance jobs for some other advertising agencies in the area from August as well and those were a lot of fun. More great experience.
I signed up as a writer for a content company and I write social media updates for a well known SA company once a month. Social media today is a whole different ball game – especially for businesses.
In January, I’ll be in charge of All4Women’s fitness newsletter – WOO HOO! I would have been writing for this online women’s magazine for a year. AND, the “everything for a reason” / “one door closes another opens” news… my editor called me today to offer me a 4 month position of writing additional health articles while one of their writers is on maternity leave. YIPEEE! (I really don’t know why the universe is throwing me all these “maternity filler” jobs but I’m loving it!)
We moved again in July to a much nicer area – with an AMAZING Woolworths Food literally 2 minutes away. It’s an evil, evil place…
I went on a major healthy eating / exercise plan from 1 October. To date, I’ve lost 3kgs and have kept it steady over the last month. I’ve never felt better in my entire life.
I decided to try and write a novel again. This time round I’ll take my time – giving myself a full year to complete it. I want to enjoy it. Not stress about hitting a certain word count each day. Oh, and I won’t be telling anyone what it’s about because that’s what I did last time and it didn’t work out. When it’s finished and published, you’ll know.
If you’ve made it to the end of this blog post without scanning through anything – CONGRATULATIONS! I know I waffled a bit here, but in my defense… it’s my first post in six months!
Can you believe it’s the middle of the year already?! We’re halfway to Christmas!!!
These past 6 months have just zoomed by. There are tons of changes happening right now. We’re moving in 2 weeks time – finally, we found a pet friendly place, and it’s a lot closer to Geoff’s work. Saving on some much needed petrol there, so that’s a huge relief!
What else has been happening?
A bit of this, a bit of that. I won’t bore you with all the things that have been floating around in my head over this long weekend, but I will tell you a little about one of them.
I realised something the other day….
That this blog is 1 year old!
Originally called, “Grab the Good Life”, I started this blog as a means of reviewing food in restaurants, talking about interesting places, etc. Actually, I didn’t really know what I wanted to do with it. I had no idea about SEO or keywords or any of that in the beginning. Which is probably why no one read my first few posts!
I was trying to write about all kinds of interesting things after that – stress, success, etc. These got some great comments, but I found that it could have been written by anyone. It didn’t have that personal connection – as if I’d written it.
After that, this blog changed again to “Scribbles and Smiles” and I lost a few followers. I started writing more about my life – some posts bordering on a little too personal, but for the most part – it finally turned into what I’d wanted it all along.
Which is why it’s a little sad that I’ve decided something about it over the past few days. Don’t worry – I’m not closing it down or anything. I’m just going to be posting on here a lot less than what I’ve been doing. Truth is, I miss posting here everyday like I used to. If I was only writing for the fun of it, then yes – I’d keep on at it. My posts would be shorter - but I’d post every day.
As it is right now, I’ve been writing full-time for the past 9.5 months and only now do I have more of an idea of what direction I want to go into – finally!
A few changes…
First of all, I’m taking down my HubPages articles. I know…what the h@#$?! Let me explain. It was hard deciding to do this because it’s where I started my writing journey last year January. I’d written almost 100 long articles and it’s also where I met many of my blogging friends. I also made some nice extra change from it each month. Unfortunately, it left a very bad taste in my mouth after the whole content theft of 30 of my articles earlier this year. And now, it seems they have a new system in place. The deciding factor was having so many of my hubs automatically unpublished for ridiculous reasons, and my daily traffic (views on my articles and money coming to me) dropping by 3/4!!! That was the final straw. I’ll be deleting all my hubs from there over the next few days. Sigh.
BUT, the good news is that in a couple of weeks I can republish the ones I want onto my health and career blogs. No more silly HubPages rules, yipee!!!
I’ll be focusing more on magazine article writing and these other two blogs. Both of which I’m very passionate and excited about. I can see how they’ve grown, and the direction they’re both taking. I have a good feeling about them.
To my loyal readers on Scribbles and Smiles…
First of all, THANK YOU so much for your support. For stopping by to read my scribbles here. Because if you didn’t, I’d pretty much be talking to myself! I truly do appreciate each and every one of you for taking time to read and comment where you could or wanted to.
I have a confession to make : I’ve been a bad friend lately.Friendships – both old and new, have kind of been swept under the radar for the past few weeks.
Well, no…I haven’t shut out everyone and buried myself into a hole of writing, but I haven’t been the type of friend that I want to have.
You know, the types of girlfriends who just message you out of the blue to say, “Hi!” for no other reason other than to see how you’re doing. I love messages like that. I love getting them, and yet I’ve been so bad about sending them.
One of my closest friends had a baby on Monday. Yup, the days of weddings are gone. It’s now the baby season. She’s struggled for years to fall pregnant and I am going to meet her little one this weekend; I’m literally counting down the days….I can’t wait! I’m not worried about our friendship changing because as far as I’m concerned friends evolve with each other – through the good times and the bad, and through whatever life milestones there are – and we’ve had plenty over the past almost 3 years!
That’s when you know you have a real friend…and a friendship made of gold.
Another one of my friends came to visit the other night for coffee. It’s been months since we’d seen each other (and we live 2 minutes apart!), and I realised that she’s the one who’d made most of the effort to get together before then. My excuse? I don’t know – I don’t have one. Just a case of being a bad friend…..BUT, I’m so glad we can pick up where we left off. A girl’s night once a month – even if it’s just a movie and coffee at home – is what we’ll be doing come hell or high water.
But some friendships aren’t as strong…or meant to last that long. Sometimes friends are only meant to come into your life for a short period of time, or for a reason. Once it’s run it’s course, that friendship comes to an end. I get sad thinking about these friends sometimes because each of them were special to me in a way, but you can’t force someone to stay in your life. Sometimes you just have to let them go, treasure the memories you had with them, and move on.
Are you a good friend?
Life gets so busy. I’m so busy trying to get my writing business off the ground and get going with my artwork, and then the weekends go by so fast. But that’s bulls@*t really.
There’s a lot more to life and I’ve just realised how much I take some of my friends for granted. Never intentionally…we all do it. Life gets in the way…story of our lives….
Anyway, I’m changing that – starting today. I’m going to start making more of an effort because the few real friends I have who love me for who I am are true and they’re there. Fake friends…or ones only there for the good times – can’t really be bothered with them at all.
Tell me, do you have any friendships you treat like gold?
What more can I say about them which hasn’t already been said? I think a good 20% of this blog is devoted to them already.
So I thought I’d tell you a little about how our days normally go around here.
I guess in a way they are like my children, and besides the occasional hissing contest with the cats from next door, it’s pretty peaceful and quiet.
THE DAY STARTS…
with me waking up to Sassy lying on top of me and getting extremely peed off when I have to get up.
Then they get fed and go outside to do their business if it’s not pouring with rain.
Sassy runs upstairs to find a patch of sun - heaven help us all if it’s a cloudy day – and Jinx stands with me at the door most days to wave goodbye to Geoff.
After being cooped up all night, she’s desperate to run around on the grass and meet up with her two friends/enemies (depends on the day, I swear they’re all female) at the gate. There Jinx will sit for a good 2 or 3 hours meaowing, hissing, or just sitting in silence staring at her new found friends. So weird…
I’ll go upstairs to work and Sassy will have found a spot at the windowsill to soak up the sun.
At around 10am the sun moves to the top of the stairs. Nine times out of ten I get up to show her this spot and put a mat out for her to sit on. Spoilt deluxe. You should see the look on her face as she suns herself. She’s got this queen bees thing down…
By this time, Jinx is now inside and spread out on the couch and ontop of the fluffy warm blanket we’ve left there for them to sleep on at night.
I carry on working.
and all three of us head to the kitchen for food.
Then Jinx hops outside to check if any of her friends are around. Sassy’s frozen and usually starts her meowing, demanding some warmth. Thankfully by around 3pm the sun has moved to the stairs again through another window and I go and point out the warm sunny spot for her again. She’s happy and quiet for about an hour.
She’s actually very clever. When I don’t point it out – sometimes she’ll go sit on the toilet seat because that’s where the sun hits full on.
Jinx is usually having her afternoon nap, and all is peaceful and quiet until about 5 o’clock when they realise it’s their supper time.
Sometimes, if it’s a nice day I’ll take the yoga mat and go sit on the grass for a few minutes break and some fresh air and they’ll come sit with me.
I’ll start making supper from 5.30 normally, and this is usually the time Jinx decides that she’s in the mood to play. She’ll walk over to the drawers in the kitchen (where the ball of string is kept) and stretch up her paws and look at me to see if I’m watching her. If I’m not too busy cooking, I usually give in.
As soon as we start playing, Sassy will run down the stairs and want to play too. She hates being left out of anything.
Geoff will get home, we’ll watch some TV together and they’ll cuddle up on the couches with us for warmth. Then Jinx will claim her couch for bedtime and Sassy will head up with me where she’ll crawl under the covers to get warm.
And then we’ll wake up and start the day all over again.
Queen bees…They are definitely that, but I can’t imagine my life without them. They make my lonely days working from home bearable some days.
Thanks to Cyndi over at Pictimilitude for this great post idea for Wonderful Wednesday.
I posted on Monday that I’d list the symbolisms/meanings from my recent Burnt Harmony painting. Just in case you were curious to know what they were…here they are:
Tree of life
Tree of money (gold and silver “leaves”)
Shadow of tree meant to symbolise death of nature
Three elephants = gentle giants, a family, living in peace and harmony
Back sand-dune has tears of gold running down it
Middle silver section is a giant elephant tusk, symbolising the increase in poaching of elephants for their ivory
The dots and patterns are meant to symbolise Africa
The tainted red (blood) stones at the bottom represent the thousands of elephants killed each year.
That’s just what it meant to me…The utter sadness of the situation and how I feel about it…how hopeless I feel about it. How beautiful nature and animals are and how humans are just destroying it because of their greed. But it could mean many different things for different people. Someone mentioned it reminded her of loneliness and in a way that’s also what this painting is all about. It’s really open to interpretation as you see it. The important thing I wanted to do was to make people think and get a message across.
I haven’t done an abstract painting – or any painting really, in almost 2 months.
Man, it felt incredible touching paint to canvas again! I so badly wanted this one to be in different shades of green…to have that peaceful and calming effect, but of course – as with every painting I try and plan, it NEVER turns out that way.
The more I paint, the more I realise I’m just going to have to wing it or go with the flow…
Then I had another vision of what I wanted from this paining. I wanted to paint a realistic landscape of an African sunset, with fields and fine detail and all. But as I began painting, I felt restrictive. I’ve never been a huge fan of realistic painting….(Me painting them, not admiring realistic paintings – those are beyond-words-amazing.) I think that’s why I like abstract painting so much. Because it’s open to interpretation and there aren’t any hard or fast rules.
You can release whatever energy you’re feeling inside of you onto that canvas.
And that’s what I did with this painting. I wanted to keep going and adding in new things as I went along, but because it wasn’t just an abstract painting like the others – it had some symbolism which I wanted to highlight, I had to restrain myself and try and keep it simple.
I’m calling this one ‘Burnt Harmony’….
There’s a lot of symbolism in this one. I think I added in about 7 of them…some without meaning to and some of them on purpose.
It’s something I feel very strongly about and that’s close to my heart. If you read my post on Friday, you’ll understand a little more about what I mean.
I wanted it to speak volumes.
I’d love to hear your thoughts on some of the hidden (or obvious) meanings here. See if you can pick up on any of them and tell me about it in the comments below!
I’ll add a quick list to Wednesday’s post with all 7 of them listed.
I had a turning point in my life last year. At the age of 29 I think I finally woke up and realised that it was time to pull up my socks and make some serious decisions.
No more job hopping from one admin job to the next – purely because I needed a salary at the end of each month and I was fairly good at organisation and structure.
No more aimlessly living life…no wait, scratch that – simply EXISTING in this world and taking up oxygen.
No more degrading myself daily and telling myself that I wasn’t good enough, pretty enough, talkative enough, etc.
I can’t tell you the exact moment I had all these thoughts…but there was one moment last year that felt like one of those “AHA!” moments…
There’s something about turning the big 3-0 which makes you stand up straight and realise play-time is over. That’s what the 20′s are for. Finding your feet, testing waters, experimenting.
When you’re suddenly on the brink of another decade, you start thinking about where you see yourself in the next 10 years. Still job hopping, still wasting time?
Wasn’t for me.
That first turning point for me came in April last year. Here…
It’s hard to put into words what standing next to, and touching an animal that gigantic is like. The feelings I felt that day were so overwhelming, my heart felt like it was about to explode.
Here I was – this tiny little human being – up close and personal with these gentle giants. It felt like a dream. And in that dream a lot of things became crystal clear.
Part of my heart belongs to animals. I knew then that there was a reason I was born extra sensitive and felt connected to them. My life needed to be about more than just looking at animal photos. I needed to be more involved and try in my own small way to make a difference – even if it’s only a droplet in an ocean.
The days of working in safe jobs just for the money were over. I knew that. But if I was going to follow my dream to work a creative job, I’d damn well stick it out. No more experimenting. This was it. I quit my job in August and started freelancing that September.
I wanted more out of life. Not just going through the motions every day. I wanted to feel ALIVE and enjoy life. Standing there in that field with those elephants made me feel that way. After that, I became more positive about little things, I tried – still try – not to sweat the small stuff. I think that’s also part of why I enjoy eating healthy and working out. It makes me feel good.
Six months after turning 30 and I’m still feeling pretty good. My knees and teeth are giving me issues – but I’m going to assume for the most part that everyone at this age goes through that, otherwise it’s just too damn depressing!
This post was part of the Finish The Sentence Blog hop. If you’d like to take part, please visit any of these lovely ladies’ blogs:
It’s funny isn’t it? How quickly something can go wrong and then it feels like the whole world is against us, or how one thing can go right and it feels like everything is fine and dandy.
On Saturday I was a bunch of nerves as we made our way over to the Nederburg cook-off in celebration of MasterChef SA season 2. But once we got there and actually started cooking, it was amazing and I forgot about being nervous. It was like I discovered a small part of who I was that had been kept hidden. That competition cemented my love for cooking healthy food.
It also made me realise that I’m making some progress with my anxiety issues. I’m actually making an effort to talk to people these days instead of just standing there with a mouth full of teeth for fear of looking or sounding like an idiot. It’s a huge relief to have conversations with people and just be myself. Honestly, I can’t even explain it to people who haven’t felt like this before – but if you’re like me, you’ll know exactly what I mean.
Yesterday we found out that our application to rent the house we’d seen on Monday was approved! Thank heavens!! We’d been holding our breath and crossing fingers since then because it’s in a highly sought after area and there were SO many applications. You know how it goes…you find something you like, and then boom! Someone zaps it out from right under you. But something different happened this time round with the nerves. I didn’t get my hopes up and decided that if it’s meant to be – it’s meant to be. If not, we’d find something else. I refused to think negatively and kept up the positive thoughts. Amazing what being positive can do. That, or just plain luck….
It’s been a good week so far. I don’t have clients banging down my door to write for them – yet, but that’s okay. I’m not earning anything near a decent salary – yet, but that’s to be expected. I’m not beating myself up because I’m frustrated that some people close to me can’t be bothered with what I do. To tell you the truth, it hurt A LOT. Why can’t they just help me out a little? Just spread the word that I’m a freelance writer/artist. How hard is that? I’d ask myself this over and over. They don’t understand what it’s like to be a struggling writer. But the truth is, I chose this career, and I think a lot of the time we’re all so selfish and wrapped up in our own little lives to help spread the karma. True, they’re not my personal marketers or promoters and I don’t expect that. I just feel like we should all make more of an effort to help each other out. I’ve started focusing on that more now – spreading the word on what some of my friends do in their own businesses/interests, instead of wondering why they’re not doing the same. I’ve decided that I’m going to stop feeling like my work isn’t good enough just because they don’t seem to support what I do. Because I know it is. And I KNOW I’m going to be successful someday. I’ve just got to hang in there and keep doing what I’m doing. Some days will be crap, some days will be great. Like someone told me recently…that’s the life we chose for ourselves, and that’s what we’ve got to deal with. She said it perfectly.
I have a lot of good stuff happening in my life right now, and a lot that I take for granted. Today, I’m being grateful for a few of these things…
Making the choice to be positive and want to make the most out of my life. Not always easy, I promise you.
The Food Network Channel.
Surrounding myself with people who I generally care about and who care about me, and cutting out the rest.
Being able to do what I love every day. Even though I miss that stable salary, in the long run – it’s worth it, and it’s now or never.
A partner who didn’t just say those marriage vows for the sake of saying them. We live and breathe them every day.
Discovering meditation and Jillian Michaels’ workout DVDS. My saving graces 90% of the week.
An overwhelming love for animals. Working on a fiction book and a painting right now involving them. Very excited.
Fresh air, clean water, hot water, shelter, and food.
Pushing myself out of my comfort zone more and more these days.
And by that I mean REALLY pushing myself out of it. Last year’s video blog was nothing. Here’s a short video of a recent photoshoot I took part in as one of the models for a colour powder shoot in Cape Town two weekends ago. I had no idea what to do in the beginning, but we had so much fun and I’m so glad I had the opportunity to do it!
This post is part of a new weekly series from Pictimilitude called ‘Wonderful Wednesday‘. If you’d like to take part, click here to go to Cyndi’s website!
Saturday was the day. The day of the food and wine pairing cook-off we’d been counting down to for over a month already.
Geoff was cool as a cucumber until the day of the contest. He said we should just enjoy ourselves and ‘wing it’. I on the other hand was freaking out and anxiously making lists of whatever I could find online for food and wine pairing.
Yes, I know…it was supposed to be fun. But damn it, I wanted to have fun AND win!
Winter arrived in full force on Saturday in Cape Town. It was freezing cold and pouring down with rain.
Forty minutes after leaving Somerset West, we arrived at Kitchen Cowboys in Woodstock where we were greeted by friendly hosts and offered a welcome glass of champagne.
We took a peek at some of the food on the tables we’d be cooking with. There was chicken, venison, ostrich, steak, oysters, fish, tons of fresh veggies and fruit, chilies, spices galore, and a whole bunch of other condiments. There were six cooking stations inside. Awesome.
Only we weren’t cooking inside. Our team of four – each team was randomly selected – was cooking OUTSIDE. At one of the two grill stations set up under the covered veranda. Thankfully they were also next to a heater, and though we were freaking out a bit about how we were going to get stuff cooked, it was actually perfect. Watching the rain come down while cooking and drinking wine…it really couldn’t get much better than that.
We had 75 minutes to cook. After hashing around a few ideas, we settled on a Cape Malay curry. It was the perfect weather for it and something which half our team knew how to make. Of course we didn’t have the luxury of having a recipe in front of us, the idea was to cook something that paired well with the wine we were given. Our pre-selected wine was the silky smooth, mild, Shiraz with just a hint of fruit. I offered to make a vegetable side – I had a vague idea for butternut and orange. Christina, Cindy and Geoff got cracking on the chicken curry outside, and I headed inside to cook the butternut on a vacant spot on another team’s stove top. We had to make the basmati rice with cumin seeds inside as well.
We had just the right amount of time to cook everything, although the tricky part was trying to make sure that the dish was still going to be warm by the time the judges came around. We kept everything cooking till the last few minutes, and warmed the plates on the grill. We were definitely NOT going to be serving ice cold curry after all that!
By the time the judges made their way over to our table we were all a bunch of nerves. There had been a lot of good feedback to the other teams before us, but there had also been a bit of constructive criticism. So we braced ourselves…
And were ecstatic when MasterChef South African judge Pete Goffe-Wood and Nederberg wine-master Razvan Macici tasted the curry and butternut with elated looks on their faces AND went back for seconds! They loved it! Masterchef Pete said he could eat a whole bowl of the curry, and that the butternut with the sweet orange syrup was fantastic and the perfect combination with the wine. I knew the curry was awesome, but to hear that my butternut was good enough for seconds too by a MasterChef judge? Be still my heart!!
After a few (long) minutes of deliberation it was time for the judges to reveal the winning dish. We stood there, fingers crossed with baited breath as they announced the winners…the team who’d cooked a spicy Asian chicken dish paired with Riesling. According to the judges, we had just a little too much chili in our curry to be paired with such a mild wine like Shiraz. Damn…we were pretty sure that had we toned it down a little with the chili, those winning prizes would have had our names written all over them!
But it wasn’t about winning.
We had SO much fun. Between the cooking, the wine, the rain, and being judged by a MasterChef judge and wine master….it was a once in a lifetime opportunity. There were chefs zipping in-between us in case we wanted to ask for some cooking advice – I asked two nearby chefs about the butternut and orange idea and they told me that they wouldn’t recommend me doing that. That we should put the orange in the curry itself. (Great chefs I’m sure, but I’m SO glad I didn’t listen to them!) We were also offered drinks and mouth-watering canapes before and after the competition.
It wasn’t so much about that either. I met some incredible people yesterday. Cindy and Christina in our team are two amazing women and I’m so glad we had the chance to meet them and keep in touch with them through social media. Meeting Pete Goffe-Wood and Razvan Macici was truly an honour. We got chatting to a few of the other contestants before and after the cook-off as well. What fantastic people. We even had a few mini celebrities in the cook-off such as Lungile Nhlanhla – a top 5 MasterChef SA season 1 finalist, and two well-known Cape Town foodie bloggers.
What an awesome experience.
Nederburg and the staff of Kitchen Cowboys put on a spectacular event. This competition cemented the love I have for cooking food – something I’ve only recently discovered – and made me want to pursue this passion even more. Keep an eye out for upcoming posts from now onwards on Good Health Buzz….I’m going to be trying my hand at loads more vegetarian and healthy recipes.
This week’s FTSF topic is all about choosing and listing your favourite movie of all time.
That one’s a little difficult because I have quite a few.
So I’m narrowing it down and switching it up a little to my favourite movies on demand.
It got me thinking about all those movies I go to when the mood strikes. When I’m super happy, depressingly sad, filled with rage, or the feeling loony. Yes, it’s often around that time of the month. Fun times.
Anyway, sometimes I just want need two hours to escape into someone else’s life or another world. Like when I need a little major ‘pick me up’, something that makes me cry from laughing so hard, something that makes me cry because everything else is making me cry, when I want to dream about some far-off exotic place or get swept up in some romantic tale, when I want to concentrate really hard and try and figure out who the killer is, or when I feel the urge to watch things explode or natural disasters and the end of the world.
These are the movies I turn to in my time of need.
They’re not all on our DVD rack, but they’re my favourite ones hands down. Here they are:
How to Lose a Guy in 10 Days
This is a bonus one because it’s got the romantic stuff in it, it’s a chic flick, it’s funny as hell, and it’s about Andie who works as a writer for a magazine. Of course I’m going to love this movie (AND it stars Kate Hudson and Matthew what’s his name).
Dumb and Dumber
Please never, never make me watch this if I’m in a special type of crappy mood because I’ll end up hating it for ever. And I don’t want to because I LOVE Harry and Lloyd. It’s a silly type of humour for a special type of mood only.
Things exploding, good guys winning….this is one of my all time favourites. Back in the day when Nicholas Cage actually made decent movies.
If I’m really feeling sorry for myself, I put this on. Zaps me right out of my mood. Three hours of watching people fighting for their lives aboard a cruise ship, watching Jack and Rose fall in love, and knowing that this really happened (well maybe not the Jack and Rose part)…it usually does the trick.
I love natural disaster movies. Especially this one because it doesn’t have a happy ending for everyone. Neither does 2012, but you can’t compare the two – in my opinion anyway. John Cusack let me down big time…
Sex and the City 2
This is when I want to escape to some far off exotic place. The clothes, the food, the luxury mansion in Abu Dabi….come on. Can’t get any better dreaming than that, can it?
I have tons more and I can’t think of them right now. But I’d say those are the ones I turn to in my time of need or when the mood strikes. Those six.
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Have a great weekend!
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I have a lot of pet peeves and get irritated easily, although I hardly ever show it. At least…I try not to.
I can’t stand waiting in queues and you’ll never catch me waiting in line unless I absolutely have to. I also hate waiting around for a parking spot to open up, and would MUCH rather park to hell and gone and walk an extra few minutes. Don’t even get me started on Cape Town drivers – that’s a whole other post for another day.
My gym has started irritating me a bit lately.
My membership is up for renewal at the end of July, but I’ll be cancelling it because I can’t afford to keep it right now. Thank goodness for Jillian Michaels’ workout DVDs and the likes.
So I’m trying to get in as much gym time as possible until then. We share a car and every second week I take it off to the gym around 6am quickly before Geoff heads off to work.
For the most part, my gym is great. I never have to wait in line for treadmills at that time of the morning, and I can get in a decent workout in about 40 minutes.
But sometimes, I’m so very grateful to have those backup workout DVDs at home.
Sometimes going to the gym drives me crazy…
My Top 5 Gym Pet Peeves…
Super, happy loud people. This is all fun at the end of a long day, but really. First thing in the morning? I don’t know where these people get the energy. All I want to do is have a nice workout in peace and quiet with my music, and instead I get this jabbering happy-go-lucky lady next to me who wants to talk to everyone at the top of her voice. I practically have to have my music on full volume to drown out her yapping.
The muscle men at the weight section. You know the ones. They lift a ton of weights, throw them down so that the gym floor practically vibrates, and then moan and do these animal like grunt sounds. It’s very distracting. I think they know better than to try that during the week. But on Sundays (when I go sometimes to get in a relaxing workout), guess who’s at the weight station ready to stretch their vocal chords?!
Chatterbox floor assistants. I don’t mind exchanging ‘Good morning’ or ‘Hi’ as we pass each other, but when they stop by as you’re training to ask you all sorts of questions about how you work out, how long you’ve been at the gym, etc., I tend to get a little irritated. Especially first thing in the morning when I’m still trying to wake up. Sorry, but I don’t go to the gym to chat to people. I go to workout. With my earphones in. You’d think they’d catch the hint…
Losing my locker key. The last time this happened I’d locked it in my locker and had to get one of the staff to open it with one of those big wrench things. That was embarrassing I lost my key the other day – luckily someone handed it in at reception. And now even though I have pockets in my pants, I tie that key around my shoelace with a long ugly string which looks ridiculous.
No TVs on the treadmills. Now come on. You fork out almost R350 a month only to find these old pieces of equipment without TVs built into them. I used to enjoy watching episodes of Baywatch at the women’s only gym on the series channel. Nothing like a bit of motivation…. Haha. No, I’m kidding. But it was fun. They had a series channel, sports, VH1, MTV…the works. And the gym fee was half the price!
On the other hand, I will say that I’ll miss those Saturday morning Zumba classes. There’s no one around to try and show off to except of course if I count the cats…
Do you have any gym pet peeves that irritate you?
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