“The safe way to double your money is to fold it over once and put it in your pocket…”

Friday!!!!!!!!! Wooooooooohooooooooooooooooo!!! Finally!! Wow….what a week!!

Come to think of it…I haven’t even blogged about last weekend…feels so long ago! Okay, let’s sort that out immediately.

Friday was one of those neverending days… waiting impatiently for time to tick-tick-tick by, so that I could fetch the capie at the airport. Got home at about 00:30 and (almost) immediately went to bed…

Saturday morning was kicked off with a heartily breakfast at Wonderboom Airport… omelettes with ham and cheese… Our confused waiter brought us toasted ham and cheese instead…we were not impressed and of course insisted that it be rectified straight away. Funny enough, we never saw our waiter for the rest of the morning…I have a funny feeling that he’s not working there anymore.

From there we set course to Mount Amanzi, Hartebeespoort dam. Nice resort with rivers, dams, luscious trees, the perfect getaway. The rest of the day was spent driving around, watching the rugby, and waiting for my brother to join us. Saturday night we had a braai…well, sort of… Seeing that the sun hardly ever shines in the Cape, “Capie” was so thrilled with the prospect of making fire, that he kept on stacking and stacking the wood, everytime it was almost ready to put the meat on… So eventually we ended up braaing our meat on the gas braai, while “Capie” was building his bonfire. Fun fun fun.

Sunday morning we went up the Cable way, (nice and windy, very scary gondolas!!), then we went for a tour at De Wildt Cheetah farm. If I knew in advance that it was gonna take 3 hours, I might have reconsidered doing it…But anyways, was not bad…

Monday (my birthday!! Woooohoo!!) the two men in my life made me breakfast, then we headed back home. The night we had a get-together at a Chinese restaurant… Credit is given to my best bud for the piece below…

Being the "experience" lover i am, i had the time of my life last night, as i was treated to a true japanese dinner. not the typical tourist kind, thus allowing me to really experience the culture. starting off with sushi and caviar with a soya dip and some green stuff that would burn lucifer out of hell, taken through the whole course including a soup with "curo tao", a good salad, prawns made just like i love it, fillet flame grilled with an excellent japanese sause. ending with deep fried milk. scary at first sight, but every bit as divine as the waitress.

A night very much appreciated, and thanx goes to my pic for the idea. learning ever more of the eastern culture. looking at the lovely waitress explaining the chop stix theory to me again, i can't help to wonder: if they manufacture all these great technological wonders in japan, why did they struggle so much to get a spoon right?

Afterwards I had to race to the airport to get “Capie” there in time (7 minutes before the boarding gates closed!!!) for his flight… Sigh…

“One of those days” is none of these days…

Woke up with a song in my heart this morning. Opened my curtain to witness the first spring rain… What a joy! 7:45 I walked to my car (15 minutes earlier than usual…what a bargain! No need to rush to work…). I got into my car, put my bag on the floor of the passenger seat…and then I got the funny feeling that something was…different. Why were all the papers that belong in my cubbyhole lying on the seat next to me? For a split second I thought someone was pulling a practical joke on me…But then it hit me: “someone was in your car, girl!!!” I looked back and my fear became a reality… I had no back window left!! My window was shattered on my backseats!! A cold hand clenched my heart as I tried to remember what I had left in my car the night before… I immediately felt under the passenger seat (I realized that I forgot my handbag there yesterday afternoon). Yeah, it was gone!!! Luckily I took my wallet and the memory card for my camera out the day before yesterday. But my passport was in there!!!! Bastards!! Now that’s the second passport that went missing. Lovely, I’ve been all over the world and I’ve got nothing to show for it!!! But that’s not all…. I have a built-in carphone in my car…well…HAD I mean. The idiots cut the cord and stole the handset!! Donno what they’re planning on doing with it, seeing that the rest of the phone is mounted under my seat!! They even unplugged my dad’s (ohoh!!) battery charger from the boot, stole my leather jackets, a pair of ostrich leather boots (that was made especially for me by an old friend), towels, duvets etc. What a sh*tty feeling!!! And of course the police never showed up to take a statement. Luckily I was not in any danger…they are so freaken useless!!!

“Difficulties come not to obstruct, but to instruct…”

Wow, blogging two days in a row… that explains why the weather is so eerie today.

Not much to say, still very tired, worse than yesterday. This is due to the fact that Mr Cape Town informed me last night that he can’t come through this weekend anymore. Any other weekend I would forgive him, but my BIRTHDAY weekend? No no no!! Everything has already been booked, arranged, planned, paid, etc etc. So last night I was too grouchy to sleep. But this morning he phoned me and said he managed to get out of his all important inauguration on Friday (he got elected as some “voorsitter of some or another important thing” in Somerset West. Just show how much I paid attention (I don’t listen well when I’m miserable).

So now everything is hunky dory again. I think I’m in the wrong line of work. I’m not supposed to be a PA or a commercial pilot; I must be an “Events Planner”. Nothing gives me more satisfaction that being hectically busy planning…well…anything! The more challenging, the better.

Today is one of THOSE days… Mad at the world. Fed-up with everyone that exists. Pissed of with everything that breathes… What a lovely feeling!!!

It all started on Saturday morning. Woke up to a sms from my ex, asking me why on earth he can’t manage to stop thinking about me. Seeing that I was in cape town, cuddled up with the “latest mr right”, the sms was not truly appreciated. To cut a long story short, he sms’d me a couple of times during the week, telling me how bad he feels about the way things ended, begging me to give our friendship another chance. Sucker for punishment I am, I agreed. Big mistake. I actually believed that he changed, that he was talking sense for a change. Donno if he was drunk when we had the conversation, but he is indeed behaving…well…like he usually does! Ignoring my messages, not answering my questions, asking me what the hell the issue is when I loose my cool. I really don’t have the energy for this all over again!! Maybe if it was a month or two earlier, when I was still shaken up about us – maybe then it could have been different. But I have had enough!! “Shame on you if you fooled me once, shame on me if you fooled me twice…” Capishe????

I just want to go home, crawl up in bed, and wake up next year Wednesday…is that too much to ask??