wtf weekend..
Another one yes.. I am starting to think its a conspiracy! At least this time I attempted to laugh most of it off! Saturday: car overheated on the way to the pav and I ended up checking the radiator and refilling it (in the pouring rain) outside Albert Luthuli Hospital with sewerage water gushing through my shoes soaking my jeanpant and leaving me in a real sorry looking state. Walking Sloshing through the pav helping J find a gift to take to his gf’s bday party, feeling very self -conscious because I was SURE my shoes were stinking even though J told me he couldnt smell anything. Getting ready to leave the pav, I check the water level is OK and end up nearly killing myself because as I straightened up I was stabbed in the head by ‘the Spike of...
Shhhhhh!!
I know I have been quiet lately.. but there is a really good reason for it. My Mom told me that if I have nothing nice to say that I should not say anything at all… Like Unlike
Too much at the same time..
I know it isn’t all about me but it feels like it is…and all I want to do is cry..all the time It was supposed to be a calm relaxing weekend with the only planned activity being SexyG’s daughters birthday party on Saturday. But as we all know life never follows plans.. Here is a snapshot of my weekend: Saturday – (woke up at 3am – unable to sleep) Awkward moments shared between Hairyknuckle & myself while we watch SexyG’s darling princess bounce around at her birthday party.. <–weird feelings to be expected, the crazy eyed looks from the friends were unnecessary though Sunday -(woke up at 3am -again) Started really sad with me missing my mom like crazy.. my kids also forgetting it was mothersday, making it...
The speed with which it happens…
Walked in the office yesterday and SexyG looks at me with kind eyes and says “We need to talk..” I froze, he just uttered the four words we all dread.. the words that are almost always followed with bad news. I looked up at him and blinked, almost as if I believed that if I stared at him long enough with a dumb look on my face he will not continue to talk.. not continue to tell me something that I KNOW I don’t want to hear.. “Let’s go upstairs and make some coffee and chat ” he says and walks out the office. I didn’t follow him, I sat down at my desk and stared at my monitor refusing to acknowledge his request for privacy and thereby refusing to speak about the obviously unpleasant things.. After a few minutes I stood up...
My SOTD
The Killers – Human Lyrics: I did my best to notice When the call came down the line Up to the platform of surrender I was brought but I was kind And sometimes I get nervous When I see an open door Close your eyes, clear your heart Cut the cord Are we human or are we dancers? My sign is vital, my hands are cold And I’m on my knees looking for the answer Are we human or are we dancers? Pay my respects to grace and virtue Send my condolences to good Give my regards to soul and romance They always did the best they could And so long to devotion You taught me everything I know Wave goodbye, wish me well You’ve gotta let me go Are we human or are we dancers? My sign is vital, my hands are cold And I’m on my knees looking for the...
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