So I went to a wedding this weekend passed - and Mr. CT was the best man, and my oh my how, dashingly handsome he looked! With that gorgeous straight posture and broad shoulders. Let’s just say – my mind was working overtime processing thoughts completely inappropriate for church!
Now with him being part of the wedding – there was a 5 hour gap between the ceremony and the reception which I just did not know how to fill. And so, off I toddled to visit with Tiny and Bubby, maybe for a quick drink, and some pleasant conversation.
WELL! A drink turned into another and another and the Mokador was a-flying! Needless to say that the time totally got away from me and before I knew it I was getting up from the bed where I had been sprawled out in my glam outfit gladly calling out the words for GOVINDA by Kula Shaker in a less-than-beautiful attempt at getting the pronunciations right. (oh…. My….. fuck….. I guess this would be the right time to inform you that I am SOOOooooOOOOO white!!)
So off we went on the adventure to find the hall that we were certain to arrive last at.
Last indeed…..
It took me the short walk from the car to the entrance to realise that I had made a colossal mistake in my choice of high heels as, for some reason the ground was simply not co-operating with my graceful gait anymore…..
Arrived at the entrance and blushed straight into the distance and into that handsome face sitting at the main table for a moment before looking around and seeing a few other familiar faces glancing back. As I made my way from where I was standing to the emptiest table, which just HAD to be riiiiiiight in front it only occurred to me that the speeches were underway and I was drawing attention. Fun, fun, fun – especially with those unco-operative heels, click-clacking speedily and unsteadily, down the centre of the hall. People must have thought that I was trying open up the dance-floor with that zig-zag manouvre!
The rest of the evening went off without a hitch – I think…
PRK
Monday, March 30, 2009
Wednesday, March 25, 2009
Hip Hip ..... BOO-ray
I think I am going to boycott my birthday this year. I have realised that as I get older the actual celebrating becomes more and more of a damn hassle. Why is that?
I am not particularly afraid of getting older and the idea doesn’t really make me miserable. It happens to everyone. What is the big deal? “Oh no! I’m not young enough to not know how to handle my liquor anymore!” was never really a thought that crossed my mind. I kind of like the idea of learning and growing. I am not absorbed in the way that I look since I have never been much of a looker anyway, I don’t feel that age will take as much as it will give.
What I am boycotting is the actual celebration process. It’s damn exhausting trying to plan an event that will keep everyone, happy. Should I have something at home, should we go out, if so – where should we go? If we stay in – we have the weather to consider – braai or dinner party?
No thank you.
No big plans for the so-called quarter-life crisis. Screw it. This year – no big cake with a cabana boy jumping out of it for me…. Unless, of course someone truly insists... actually… that would actually be fucking awesome!
Okay – scratch that last idea. Cabana Boy in cake OR nothing!!
PRK
I am not particularly afraid of getting older and the idea doesn’t really make me miserable. It happens to everyone. What is the big deal? “Oh no! I’m not young enough to not know how to handle my liquor anymore!” was never really a thought that crossed my mind. I kind of like the idea of learning and growing. I am not absorbed in the way that I look since I have never been much of a looker anyway, I don’t feel that age will take as much as it will give.
What I am boycotting is the actual celebration process. It’s damn exhausting trying to plan an event that will keep everyone, happy. Should I have something at home, should we go out, if so – where should we go? If we stay in – we have the weather to consider – braai or dinner party?
No thank you.
No big plans for the so-called quarter-life crisis. Screw it. This year – no big cake with a cabana boy jumping out of it for me…. Unless, of course someone truly insists... actually… that would actually be fucking awesome!
Okay – scratch that last idea. Cabana Boy in cake OR nothing!!
PRK
Thursday, March 19, 2009
Food for Thought
“Vividly picture yourself winning, and that alone will contribute immeasurably to success.
Great living starts with a picture, held in your imagination, of what you would like to do or be.”
I read this quote this morning while groggily chugging down my first cup of strong life support and the words really resonated with me. Going to give this a shot.
Lord knows a little positive attitude wont KILL me!
PRK
Tuesday, March 10, 2009
Back to Life.... Back to Reality
So, the camping trip was a success. Beautiful scenery, sunny weather and some rather disturbing images just to even out the balance, such as a hand-sized spider (photographic evidence available) and the lovely Mr CT sporting nothing but a purple thong (no photographic evidence available).
Sat by the fire at nights, playing music, learning how to braai, talking total random shit which only drinking vodka out of a watermelon can be blamed for….
A cricket decided to set up camp with us and we just could not get the little guy out of the tent. Now me not being a big fan of hard-shelled creepy crawlies, I was not particularly crazy about his ice-breaking attempts at first like jumping out of the suitcase at me in the mornings when I went for a change of clothes or hiding underneath my hat patiently waiting for the right moment to catch me unawares. But I warmed up to him eventually. And on the last day – he even hopped into the car when we left. Obviously wanting a taste of the big city life, who can blame the guy?
So here we are – back to the real world, back to my homicidal cat, to my job, to the endless distraction of breasts in Mr CT’s face ….Fan-tastic….. Can you just hear my excitement and enthusiasm?? Can ya?
Already fantasizing about the next escape.
PRK
Sat by the fire at nights, playing music, learning how to braai, talking total random shit which only drinking vodka out of a watermelon can be blamed for….
A cricket decided to set up camp with us and we just could not get the little guy out of the tent. Now me not being a big fan of hard-shelled creepy crawlies, I was not particularly crazy about his ice-breaking attempts at first like jumping out of the suitcase at me in the mornings when I went for a change of clothes or hiding underneath my hat patiently waiting for the right moment to catch me unawares. But I warmed up to him eventually. And on the last day – he even hopped into the car when we left. Obviously wanting a taste of the big city life, who can blame the guy?
So here we are – back to the real world, back to my homicidal cat, to my job, to the endless distraction of breasts in Mr CT’s face ….Fan-tastic….. Can you just hear my excitement and enthusiasm?? Can ya?
Already fantasizing about the next escape.
PRK
Monday, February 23, 2009
Sports, Beer and ..... Dresses
Okay – so it has really been a while since the last entry… apologies!! Here is a recap of everything that is happening so far.
Mr Cape Town’s sister is getting married in the near future – and I decided to shock everyone and attend in a dress…. Very brave choice on my part… and A LOT trickier than I was hoping. Not because I am a particularly fussy lass where clothing is concerned, but because I cannot seem to find a dress which was not designed to fit an ironing board…. I now have to choose whether I want my breasts or my hips to be comfortable…
Recently went to my first ever cricket game – loved it. I finally see what all the fuss is about. I was especially happy to see that you are allowed to drink on the stands. When the game started I was asking a lot of annoying questions but by the time the game was over I was jumping up and down with tomato sauce and beer stains on my jersey and wearing one of those mohawk hard-hats (which I only learned later can actually be adjusted to fit properly…. This thing was flopping all over the place much to the silent amusement of the folks I was with…)
Got a camping trip coming up!! Next week – watch this space, I will have 4 glorious days to make a complete ass of myself out in the wilderness. Who wants to take bets as to what it’ll be?? One-sided tan / burn…… near death encounter involving a palm-sized spider….. Getting drunk and passing out in a tube floating down the river… Man.. I cannot wait!! My camera will be handy for in case my bad luck somehow transfers to Mr CT and I can catch him in a mid air screech … Will suck the week dry of as much amusement for the blog as possible.
Dancing going well, finishing up with Course Number 1 this week (good for me!!). Still having loads of fun, and yes – still waiting for the rhythm to kick in. I am that tubby girl in the back corner who veers hip-first off in the wrong direction mid-routine and does not even noticed because she has her back to everyone. Nothing but a whirlwind of bum and arms complimented by the frantic ching-chinging of a coin belt. I guess the sensuality comes in one of the later courses…..
That’s all for now.
PRK
Mr Cape Town’s sister is getting married in the near future – and I decided to shock everyone and attend in a dress…. Very brave choice on my part… and A LOT trickier than I was hoping. Not because I am a particularly fussy lass where clothing is concerned, but because I cannot seem to find a dress which was not designed to fit an ironing board…. I now have to choose whether I want my breasts or my hips to be comfortable…
Recently went to my first ever cricket game – loved it. I finally see what all the fuss is about. I was especially happy to see that you are allowed to drink on the stands. When the game started I was asking a lot of annoying questions but by the time the game was over I was jumping up and down with tomato sauce and beer stains on my jersey and wearing one of those mohawk hard-hats (which I only learned later can actually be adjusted to fit properly…. This thing was flopping all over the place much to the silent amusement of the folks I was with…)
Got a camping trip coming up!! Next week – watch this space, I will have 4 glorious days to make a complete ass of myself out in the wilderness. Who wants to take bets as to what it’ll be?? One-sided tan / burn…… near death encounter involving a palm-sized spider….. Getting drunk and passing out in a tube floating down the river… Man.. I cannot wait!! My camera will be handy for in case my bad luck somehow transfers to Mr CT and I can catch him in a mid air screech … Will suck the week dry of as much amusement for the blog as possible.
Dancing going well, finishing up with Course Number 1 this week (good for me!!). Still having loads of fun, and yes – still waiting for the rhythm to kick in. I am that tubby girl in the back corner who veers hip-first off in the wrong direction mid-routine and does not even noticed because she has her back to everyone. Nothing but a whirlwind of bum and arms complimented by the frantic ching-chinging of a coin belt. I guess the sensuality comes in one of the later courses…..
That’s all for now.
PRK
Tuesday, February 3, 2009
The Airbrushed Attitude...
So the first month of the year is behind me and the New Years Resolutions are going pretty strong so far….. well… some of them…. OKAY ONE OF THEM but that shit takes time, okay?? I joined a dance class recently and even though I still look like a hippo trying to balance on its back legs while using a hula hoop, it is loads of fun. And it also feels good to have something that’s all mine.
It does wonders for the self esteem – I would recommend it to anybody. It has automatically catapulted me into healthier eating as well – BONUS…. That is probably because I don’t really want to look like the only earthquake hazard in the studio while shaking the old rude box and, without realising it, causing the other students to shift uneasily away by a few paces.
It really is quite funny how whenever I am, once again, on the road to that hot little body that I always dreamed of I start to imagine how much more fabulous my life will be when I am thinner. How much happier I will always be, always smiling and laughing the worries away because I will just look too sensational to care.
Why is looking good such an essential part of feeling good?
Think about this for a moment – how good do we really look during a toe-curling orgasm? Or when we are enjoying a completely out-of-our-minds-drunken laugh attack? Or getting a head massage…
Damn you, Cosmopolitan....... DAMN YOU!!!!
PRK
It does wonders for the self esteem – I would recommend it to anybody. It has automatically catapulted me into healthier eating as well – BONUS…. That is probably because I don’t really want to look like the only earthquake hazard in the studio while shaking the old rude box and, without realising it, causing the other students to shift uneasily away by a few paces.
It really is quite funny how whenever I am, once again, on the road to that hot little body that I always dreamed of I start to imagine how much more fabulous my life will be when I am thinner. How much happier I will always be, always smiling and laughing the worries away because I will just look too sensational to care.
Why is looking good such an essential part of feeling good?
Think about this for a moment – how good do we really look during a toe-curling orgasm? Or when we are enjoying a completely out-of-our-minds-drunken laugh attack? Or getting a head massage…
Damn you, Cosmopolitan....... DAMN YOU!!!!
PRK
Thursday, January 29, 2009
Just a Bit of Trivia
I am always reading up on stuff – people’s life stories, the background dirt. No – not Entertainment Weekly’s version. That shit fascinates me. So I recently read up the life story of a notorious serial killer of the late 60’s.
Acquainted with Hollywood stars like the Beach Boys (huh??? Yep you read correctly), had a large group of followers, a singer, a song writer. Extremely influential character. Take a look at these lyrics...
PEOPLE SAY I'M NO GOOD
People say I'm no good
But they never never do they say
Why their world is so mixed up
Or how it got that way
They all look at me and they frown
Do I really look so strange
If they really dug themselves
I know they'd want to change
Everybody says you're no good
'Cause you don't do like they think you should
Do you expect them
An' do you expect you to act like them
Look at them man
Look at the fix they're in
I don't care I don't care what they say
Just let 'em sit there and burn
The young might not be so dumb after all
An' from the young you might even learn
Everybody says you're no good
'Cause Charles you don't do
You don't do like they think you should
Do you expect them to act like you
Do you expect themTo expect you to act like them
Do you expect to see
Do you expect the fool to see what a fix he's in
Do you expect the fool to see what a fix he's in
In your cardboard houses
An' your tin-can cars
You sit there and you wonder
You wonder where you are
Those diamond rings they're obscene
You sit there and you wonder
And you say who's to blame
Take a look at yourself
Take yourself off the shelf
You can't belong to nobody
With your Can't-Cough medicine
And your wonder drug
You got, more sickness
Than you got cures of
WHISPER:
Cancer o' the mind
Pretty deep when you know the history. These songs were actually recorded.
He used to sit around camp fires with his followers (his “family”) and predict racial wars which would break out which he was meant to start. He believed that a Beatles album was recorded just for him to show him how to do it. They were always quoted in his stories.
His followers, when instructed, performed sexual favours for him, broke into houses for him and even brutally murdered people for him. (DUDE – I cant even get my boyfriend to go to the MOVIES with me…)
This guy is still alive despite the fact that he was sentenced to death when they caught him. Call it perfect timing. The death penalty was dropped in that state shortly after he was sentenced. And when it was brought back later his sentence remained on Life.
His lyrics have been used in songs by Guns ‘n Roses, Marilyn Manson….
This is just a portion of the story of Charlie Manson.
PRK
Acquainted with Hollywood stars like the Beach Boys (huh??? Yep you read correctly), had a large group of followers, a singer, a song writer. Extremely influential character. Take a look at these lyrics...
PEOPLE SAY I'M NO GOOD
People say I'm no good
But they never never do they say
Why their world is so mixed up
Or how it got that way
They all look at me and they frown
Do I really look so strange
If they really dug themselves
I know they'd want to change
Everybody says you're no good
'Cause you don't do like they think you should
Do you expect them
An' do you expect you to act like them
Look at them man
Look at the fix they're in
I don't care I don't care what they say
Just let 'em sit there and burn
The young might not be so dumb after all
An' from the young you might even learn
Everybody says you're no good
'Cause Charles you don't do
You don't do like they think you should
Do you expect them to act like you
Do you expect themTo expect you to act like them
Do you expect to see
Do you expect the fool to see what a fix he's in
Do you expect the fool to see what a fix he's in
In your cardboard houses
An' your tin-can cars
You sit there and you wonder
You wonder where you are
Those diamond rings they're obscene
You sit there and you wonder
And you say who's to blame
Take a look at yourself
Take yourself off the shelf
You can't belong to nobody
With your Can't-Cough medicine
And your wonder drug
You got, more sickness
Than you got cures of
WHISPER:
Cancer o' the mind
Pretty deep when you know the history. These songs were actually recorded.
He used to sit around camp fires with his followers (his “family”) and predict racial wars which would break out which he was meant to start. He believed that a Beatles album was recorded just for him to show him how to do it. They were always quoted in his stories.
His followers, when instructed, performed sexual favours for him, broke into houses for him and even brutally murdered people for him. (DUDE – I cant even get my boyfriend to go to the MOVIES with me…)
This guy is still alive despite the fact that he was sentenced to death when they caught him. Call it perfect timing. The death penalty was dropped in that state shortly after he was sentenced. And when it was brought back later his sentence remained on Life.
His lyrics have been used in songs by Guns ‘n Roses, Marilyn Manson….
This is just a portion of the story of Charlie Manson.
PRK
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