I struggled to wake up this morning. I don’t think I have fully woken up yet actually. Its late afternoon and I am about 6 cups of coffee down but nothing happening. My blood is still pure. Have to stick matchsticks into my eyelids to hold them open. I sometimes feel (today being a typical day) like I am 33 going on 105. No oomph! No drive! No inclination for anything! I just want to go home and crawl into bed.

This is the last one.

You Think English is Easy???

Can you read these right the first time?

1) The bandage was wound around the wound.
2) The farm was used to produce produce.
3) The dump was so full that it had to refuse more refuse.
4) We must polish the Polish furniture.

What is teamwork all about? Doing the job effectively and efficiently. Working together. Knowledge sharing (which does not mean I’m going to do your work for you). Helping each other grow. Contributing meaningfully, together!

Loving and caring
Kind and gentle
Giving and understanding
Compassionate and passionate

When I was younger I wanted to be older. Do the things older people did. Work and make money. Drive a fancy car.

You would think that would be enough to send any person crawling to the nearest exit.

I can feel the burn or is it the embarrassment! I can honestly say I am hot, sweating and breathless.

I strap my feet in, set the speed to ‘so easy my wheelchair bound granny could do this’, take hold of the holding thing attached to the chain and test out the machine.

I know that I am a day late. Was without internet yesterday. Sorry. Will post 2 today.

Wow! What impressive machinery. I cannot believe that people torture themselves like this in the name of vanity.

The day came to make the decision - continue to contribute to the virgin fund while I sit at home and get fat or actually get my ass into gear, go to the gym and get PHAT.

You may or may not have heard about the incident in Pietermaritzburg where a baby was accidentally run over and killed by the owner of a crèche.

Please will the rain Gods hear me and send us some rain!

I am not the friendliest person around and find it difficult to make friends.

If I could be a fairytale character, who would I be?

That’s a tough one but I would like to be Snow White.

What moron came up with that line? Any normal person would know that that time of the month is anything but fucking HAPPY.

When do you know it’s time to give something up or quit? How do you determine that you have reached the end of the road?

I devour the words I read here. From the crusty comments to the poetry that either has me hurling into the nearest dustbin (those are the poems I write) or aching with the writer.

I have been sick the past couple days.

The day we became friends,
I thought you were the best
thing that would ever happen to me.
I adored you,
cherished you
and loved you.