Hola Summer!

Finally, after a year that seemed like it would last forever, my holiday starts TODAY! Yeah! I’ll be going to the coast for the next 3 weeks and I plan to enjoy every single moment of it. Unfortunately I’ll be abandoning my new found passion for a while, I’ll only be signing in occasionally for the next 3 weeks to let you know that I haven’t landed myself into some serious trouble. On holiday I have the tendency to get myself into some rather sticky situations. I never mean to. I am however supposed to be all grown up after this year but we’ll have to see how long that lasts as soon as I smell the ocean! Ocean air is absolutely intoxicating and makes me very creative! But I promise to return with unsober kissing of frogs stories. I know I said that I’m trying to talk to frogs instead of just kissing them, but December holidays don’t count. Oscar Wilde said “I can resist everything but temptation.” Very true! I’m planning on being tempted as well as being a temptation. See my hit list of summer song for further reference.

Today’s hectic, have to run now. There’s a party next door at one of our suppliers. Viva la holiday!

To my unborn "Kinderen" someday...

You know that deja vu feeling that you suddenly get while doing something else, we’ll that happened to me while I was reading some of the archives from Peas’s blog. In the blog she was giving advice to her future children and after some serious searching in my own mind archives it all came back to me.
At Varsity me and the Tripod (Damselfly & Partner in Crime), after illegally drinking in our hostel rooms decided to make a video for our kids to give them advice when they go to Varsity. We made the video with The Damselfly’s cell phone. I really can only remember bits and pieces of that video, I recall telling my future daughter not be a slut like Mommy. Can’t even remember what the other 2 had said, would love to see that video again… as well as all the others we made. Needless to say, they will NEVER see that video’s.
The whole aspiring video maker thing actually gave me quite a scare. Facebook had a virus & I got countless messages telling me that there is a video of me and my friends on you tube. So, not knowing this, I completely freaked out, cause “oh f*ck I’m one of the new hits on you tube”. Fortunately before I called the whole family to apologize in advance for my horrid behavior and for dragging the family name through the mud, one of my friends told me it’s only a virus. Saved, for now!!! Hope I don't get famous, then those babies are bound to surface.

Now in a much more sober state of mind, I’m will be giving my kids some advice that they probably won’t be allowed to read.

My “kinderen”
1. It’s important to know that alcohol enhances peoples look. He/She won’t be that good looking or charming the next day.
2. You don’t have to kiss al the Frogs/ Frogletts to find your Prince/Princess, be selective, some are reaaaaally bad kissers.
3. A reputation isn’t always a good thing, especially a bad one. You don’t have to be notorious cause all publicity isn’t necessarily good publicity.
4. Pick your poison (drink of choice), If you mix, you’ll feel terrible the next day.
5. Shooters are loads of fun, but their very, very, very Bad for you.
6. Brandy has 2 reactions. It makes you very loveable or very aggressive, both should be considered dangerous.
7. Drinking and Dialing is just as dangerous as the above mentioned.
8. Study hard, it’s no fun doing a 3 year course in 5 years. Trust Mommy on this one.
9. Girls: Never steal one of the men’s hostels fish, bird baths, tires etcetera and then tell them about it, some things should be kept a secret. Don’t get caught either.
10. Boys: Girls can & will seduce you, be careful of this one. Mommy doesn’t want your girlfriend's hysterical parents ranting and raving about an unplanned pregnancy. In other words, keep it inside your shorts Buster.
I have lots more wisdom to share with you, but Mommy wants you to process this first so that you don’t get confused and mix it up.

All my Love
Mommy

In the Summertime...

I just love Summer even though it's so bloody hot at the moment I can hardly breath. In the Summer everything and everyone (wink wink) just feels possible. I'm leaving for the coast in 4 days for a fabulous 3 weeks of beach, sun, braai, cocktails, everything that goes with summer in SA. I just love SA summers. I really do feel for the people that's not going away or has to work, but I deserve a holiday after this horrific year. And I'm gonna enjoy every single moment of it, no one's gonna spoil it for me, not even The Step mom. (Step mom - That's an entire blog on it's own). I decided to make a list of my Top 20 Summer Hits, in no specific order, here they come:

1. In the Summertime - Mungo Jerry

"In the summertime when the weather's high, you can stretch right up and touch the sky"

2. Escape (The Pina Colada Song) - Rupert Holmes

"...if you like Pina Colada's and getting caught in the rain"

3. Kokomo - The Beach Boys

"Aruba, Jamaica ooo I wanna take you"

4. Under the Boardwalk - The Drifters

"We'll be havin' some fun."

5. I like to move it - Madagaskar Soundtrack

"I like to move it, move it (3x). Ya like to move it"

6. Hot Summer - Monrose

"they're placing met here in the bad girl section..."

7. Summer Nights - Grease Soundtrack

"Summer lovin' had me a blast Summer lovin', happened so fast"

8. Carolina - Shaggy (nice beach song)

9. Cruel Summer - Bananarama (sometimes it can be)

10. Soak up the Sun - Sheryl Crow (I'm gonna be golden brown when I return, yeah!)

11. Summer in the City - Loving Spoonful (Going to Durbs)

12. Summer of 69 - Bryan Adams (Just Because)

13. Itsy Bitsy Teeny Weeny Yellow Polka Dot Bikini - Bryan Hyland (I have one of these)

14. Boys of Summer - Don Henley (Just love them)

15. Use your Love - Katy Perry (I intend to)

16. Kiss the girl - Little Mermaid Soundtrack (Ooooh, Yes please)

17. California Girls - Beach Boys (Or South African girls)

18. I wanna dance with somebody - Whitney Houston (Just love to dance)

19. So What - Pink (The song rocks)

20. Mamma Mia Soundtrack - Everything on it. (Just makes you wanna break out in song)

Crowdless

I put on my dancing shoes, unfortunately they weren't my drinking shoes and went out Friday night. It started of very nicely, me and the Confidant's sister, The Animal Lover went out for sushi and polished two bottles of wine. We decided to start a club of about 12 ladies, who gather once a month and just chat and have fun. We're gonna make up the rules over some more wine another night. I'm supposing that the more wined we get, the better the rules will be. Nudge-nudge, wink-wink. (I just love that Kulula advert with the emergency pool boy!)

After that we joined Paris Hilton for drinks in one of the upper class cocktail bars. The AL had to go home, she was working the next day. I decided not to try and persuade her to stay, wouldn't want her killing Fifi, the dog the next day at work. Fifi carries her owner, an old ladies car keys every where she goes and won't abandon her job for anything, not even Biltong! Wouldn't want the old lady to lose such a wonderful guard dog. Anyway, let me get back to the point. So she left, and I continued with Paris Hilton to every bloody club there was in the street,on STILETTO'S. I can normally go until the very early hours of the morning, just partying away. But the problem was, that these Paris Hilton people were my crowd in High School, they're not my crowd anymore. I feel like a prude when I'm with them, and let me assure you, I'm no prude. There's nothing wrong with being a prude, or not being one. It's just that I honestly like to be with people with more or less the same morals and standards that I have. "Meng jou met die semels en die varke vreet jou op". So after I've spent a decent time hanging out with Paris and her posh, (I promised to see her). I excused myself and went to bed. Had one hell of a babelas the next day. I'm not able to drink those "slet sappies", no Brutal Fruit for me, thank you. They make me feel as if the ANC and COPE is having a meeting in my head. Not nice.

I came to the conclusion that I'm crowdless, for the first time in my life. It's a bit of a scary feeling. I've always had a ton of girl friends to go out with, to the places that we all like and now they all moved, are in serious relationship or getting married. And me, I'm still the ultimate single girl. I should really get myself some new girl friends, it's no fun knowing only Frogs, you have to have someone to discuss them with. And at this stage of my life, Frogs are only there to have some fun with, I need the girls for soul mates. Even after my heart is patched back together, I'll still need the girls to be soul mates too.

Almost a Dirty Girl...

Unfortunately this is not dirty in a kinky, interesting kinda way. This is dirty, the bloody municipality cut of the water, kind of dirty.

So I got home yesterday after an extremely hot sunbed session to find that the toilet was not working. This required phoning The Dad, he didn't pick up, so I inspected the toilet all by myself. Usually with the handyman type of things, I phone The Dad and he guides me step by step on how to fix the problem, but not this time. There was no water in, and I thought oh shit, big problem, can't fix this on my own. It took me about an hour to realize that the toilet wasn't the problem but there was no water anywhere in the house. So many, many lights went on for me that second, it almost looked like a disco. I quickly ran over to the neighbours to check if their taps were also dry. Yip, the water had been of from 1 that afternoon and was supposed to come back on at 6pm. When there was still no water at 10pm, my OCD reared it's ugly head. I had to wash my hair. There was absolutely no way that I would go to work with unwashed hair.

Thus began my water gathering expedition. I gathered every last drop of water that was left in the taps, emptied the kettle, and melted all the ice in the fridge. Whola, water to wash my hair! The water came back on at 3:45am with the most horrific gurgling sound. I thought the house was under attack, but just before I went into hiding I realized it must be the water coming back to my rescue. I didn't have to go to work all sweaty after all!

However I have absolutely no regrets about the hair washing expedition. My hair looks great today, better than it has in weeks. Don't know why, but I'll have to find out. Just think, good hair days everyday!

I give you my heart...

I have to get some kind off hobby... I've always thought that I'm quite interesting company, but after spending the past week in only my own company I'm starting to strongly doubt it. I'm no good at living alone. I started wondering how my Housemates managed to live with me. I'm an absolute Drama Queen and therefore I need an audience, no fun doing it on your own.

Anyway, the Socialite (a.k.a Farm girl) called me yesterday and she's in Luuuuuuv. I played wing woman last weekend and played a bit of cupid, luring the frog in question to our table at one of our fav bar's. They hit it of excruciatingly well, leaving me with the Octopus (3 guesses why I call him that). The last match I made celebrated their 2 year anniversary a few weeks back, maybe I should start a match making service as my new hobby.... If I do, please oh please just don't let me make matches for myself, I seriously suck at it.

That got me thinking (I have an unhealthy amount of time to think, seeing that I'm alone at home), have I ever been in Luuuuuv? And I honestly don't think I have. I've been in Lust quite a couple of times, actually more times than I would like to admit. But I've never just been completely, utterly, lost to the world (and all his imperfections) in Love. Which worries me, maybe I'm not capable of falling in Love. In my first year at varsity we had this pretend wedding, my pretend husband, when asked by his buddies how I was, said "hoflik". I then asked my Dad what precisely did he mean with "hoflik" and he replied "koud en klinies". Which I think is completely untrue, I just luuuuuv everyone when I've had a couple of drinks. A whole lot of varsity was spent having a couple of drinks. So after 5 years I still don't know what he meant, I think I should do a stalker search on Facebook and ask him. If I can just remember his name....

Well, I really hope that this one works out for the Socialite, she deserves to be happy. But should you really give someone your heart? People never take as good care of someone else's things as they would their own.

I really miss the Housemates. I sometimes catch myself walking to the Confidant's room to get her for our traditional chat on the steps at the back door, then remember that she's a beach babe now.

Confidant: I luuuuv you friend, I really miss you and you're still the only one that's allowed to read my blog! I need someone to tell me if I'm being a total drama queen and little bit obsessive!