So I have been tagged again and I know I don’t always do the tags because i normally forget about it and then there’s the fact that I normally forget about it…
CathJenkin was polite enough to stick it to me tag me so here goes:-
[Hope this doesn't bore too many people]
Word for the week in my head is ‘Algorythm” – This algorythm makes no sense…
Thought for the week in my head is ‘Focus’ – Focus demmit focus!!
Thing for the week in my life is ‘Agatha’‘ - Have a car care kit that we call ‘Agatha’ which has all the ABSOLUTE ESSENTIAL GROOMING NEEDS you can think of and it has come in very very handy a few times this week!! Fabulousness on the move.. “Pass the earbuds, dahling!”
Song for the week in my head is ‘Miracle by Foo Fighters’ – ‘Wake me up when September November ends’ was a few days ago.. I have since moved on…
Food for the week in my belly is ‘Nando’s’ - I am craving Nando’s ..and NO, I am not pregnant..lol!
Colour for the week in my life is ‘Pink’ – Its always pink ..lol.. But due to the sharks winning i painted my nails black.. But that needs to be taken off.. looking kak now..
Smile for the week on my face is ‘The Move’ – moving my desk around and reorganising and cleaning dustbunnies and moving stuff i am never gonna find again … I suffer when surrounded by chaos..
Blessing for the week in my heart is ‘Boys and Men’ – The fabulousness of the Man in my life SEXYG and the awesomeness of My Boys that are truly fabulous in every single way imaginable.. Tuning into my theme songs and letting me be the crazy lady that they love me for…
I tag…
Santa Claus, The Easter Bunny, Belki Bartokomis, Tooth Fairy, Chuck Norris and Elvis Presley..
Such a simple fruit yet the mere mention of it can make most people blush…
I often refer to my naughty bits as a Guava because I personally think it sounds better to say “I just waxed my Guava” than “I just waxed my Vagina”.. don’t you agree?
I actually can’t remember how I came to using this term, it was such a long time ago but I think it has something to do with being Afrikaans and being in Empangeni at the time.. the rest is a blur!
There are sooo many other pet names out there that are at our disposal for “the vagina”.. obviously not as many as you would encounter for the guys “lovestick” but here are a just a few that I know of -
I was standing in the queue at the post office this afternoon.. and thought to myself.. If what I feel right now could be summed up in music.. and while I walk a song would be playing for all to see..
Then Today I walked around with this playing for all to hear..
“Wake Me Up When SeptemberNovember Ends” by Green Day
Summer has come and passed
The innocent can never last
wake me up when September ends
like my father’s come to pass
seven years has gone so fast
wake me up when September ends
here comes the rain again
falling from the stars
drenched in my pain again
becoming who we are
as my memory rests
but never forgets what I lost
wake me up when September ends
summer has come and passed
the innocent can never last
wake me up when September ends
ring out the bells again
like we did when spring began
wake me up when September ends
here comes the rain again
falling from the stars
drenched in my pain again
becoming who we are
as my memory rests
but never forgets what I lost
wake me up when September ends
Summer has come and passed
The innocent can never last
wake me up when September ends
like my father’s come to pass
twenty years has gone so fast
wake me up when September ends
wake me up when September ends
wake me up when September ends
But since I dont have speakers installed in my butt cheeks and my guava is not a USB port.. The music will continue to play in my head.. and only those that know me are allowed to tune in..
I was unable to organise tickets.. due to not having friends with spare tickets.. BUT, I will be watching …shouting..rooting…waving my pom-poms and fipping the bird at the bulls!!..Yeah baby.. can you see it yet?
… What she isn’t saying though, is how fabulous and brilliant and smart and funny and sexy and gorgeous and sensitive and strong and organised and witty and creative and great and powerful and pretty and understanding and helpful and crazy(in a nice way) and bubbly and entertaining and fantastic I really am…
But she will… in time they all do.. AND THEN I will snap on the *spandex and TAKE OVER THE WORLD!!
…ready for it?
*spandex – I love spandex.. love the ways it snaps on and off with a Zzzap! and Twang!..love the look.. love the way it makes my ass look shiny..love the way it pushes my boobs up and over..love the way it compliments my cape..love the way it stretches over the body bumps..just love it..k?
…why people do the things they do.. Why does the dude at the robot beg for money? Why does Vodacom insist on overpricing the iPhones?? Why do people even want the iPhone?? Why do the PC’s in the office keep blowing their PSU’s even though they arent even plugged into the wallsocket?? Why do the monkeys still insist on Pissing on my car?? Why do the boys always go back to bed in the morning after breakfast instead of getting ready for school?? Why does my BF have such sexy legs and I dont? Why Does my cellphone cover keep breaking after just a few days?? Why do clients take so long to pay after job completion?? Why did I get involved with such an asshole and allow myself to get trapped into marriage with him?? Why cant I control my mouth which constantly gets me into hot water?? Why do some people think that they have the right to judge?? Why does autosave never kick in when I need it? Why has Microsoft brought out another version of Windows if they cant even get Vista to work properly? Why does it always rain after I wash my car? Why does my hair never ever do anything except lie there?? Why do people lie so much??
I like Boys.. I love men.. I like a guy to be a guy..you know what I mean?
He must tinker on cars..play with balls..and above all treat me like a lady!
No, I am not advocating that we go back a couple of hundred years and become subservient.. but with all this woman’s liberal stuff we also lose the romance, chivalry and no longer get chocies and flowers and treated like the sensitive ladies that we all are under the tough exteriors..
Or am i totally misguided and burning the bra is the way to go?
Don’t get me completely wrong on this though.. I don’t want to be a housewife.. and stay home and have a toddler hanging off each tit.. I just want the door opened for me.. I absolutely adore it when boys flex their muscles for me.. I want the surprise romantic dinner.. I want the Love Letters and I want to be serenaded ..
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