Poisondwarf Countessa

Whilst sitting in my car, outside the school, waiting for my daughter to come out, merely flipping through my FB on my BB, it suddenly dawned on me…………

I honestly cant remember the last time I communicated with a friend or relative through that ancient art of letter writing!!!! Can you?

Since the advent of cellphones and email we slowly but surely stopped communicating through the medium of letter writing.  Now I dont mean those little notes we write for people on the office or to the teacher, no I’m talking about earnest letter writing and in particular love letters.

Remember? When you would carefully choose the stationary? How you would carefully spritz the pages with your perfume before writing to him, so that when he opened it he would smell you……

And then it got me thinking…….how much the now generation is missing out on.  Don’t get me wrong I am first in line when it comest to technology. Blogging, tweeting, poking MMS’ing, SMS’ing, IM ‘ing, Skype you name it I luv the convenience and versatility, and yet I can’t seem to feel a little twinge of sorrow when I think of my daughter who is growing up and will probably never feel the rush of receiving that long awaited letter from the boy she is in love with in the mailbox….

I remember nearly jumping out of my skin everytime the mailman approached my house, because today may just be the day that he delivers a letter from my love up Natal way, and when it arrived the envelope would be covered on the back with littel secret code such as “143” which stood for I love you, or little sayings like “postman postman dont be slow be live Elvis go man go”   LOL ok ok Even I have to admit that sounds pretty dorky right now, but to a 15 or 16 year old girl it was the stuff that dreams were made of….

And when you finished reading them you would tie them all up in a satin bow and store them in your secret spot with all of your other little souveniers of him, so that you could take them out and read them over and over again, fueling the passion and love….

Call me nostalgic or just an old romantic, but nothing beats a handwritten love letter….. Aaaaaah yes I do miss those days…….

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So as u know by now I’m currently unemployed albeit enrolled in an internship with my dad’s estate agency.

Things have been slow in the property market and in the last 3 months I’ve notched a couple of rentals but unfortunately no sales yet. This effectively means that my funds are running out at an alarming pace….

So after chatting 2 my old office today I get a call from a consultant saying she knows of someone who is lookin 4 someone with my qualifications and told him about me & he wants my CV.

I’m so conflicted, on the one hand I don’t want to go back into the formal sector, but on the other hand what if I don’t make sales and I pass up on this opportunity???

What to do?

I’m finally enjoying being my own boss (so 2 speak) and don’t know if I could handle being a number again…..

Why must life b so complicated?

So when I quit mainstream work last year, I spent the first couple of weeks climbing the walls.

Did not know what to do with myself cuz as it so happens the idea of what a stay at home mom’s life would be like was far from the reality for me……

In fact I actually found myself feelin rather depressed not to mention bored out of my skull.  It seemed that 20 years as a full blown workaholic was going to be a lot harder to quit than I had anticipated.

Dont get me wrong, I loved the fact that I could suddenly spend time with my then 7th Grader, that I could cook meals that did not require rushing etc, but deep inside I felt really out of place.

Then it dawned on me that years ago when we lost a baby, I had found solice and healing in creative works.  Kind of a creative therapy, so I decided to try my hand at something I’ve always wanted to do but just could not fit into my 12 hour days….I tried making beaded jewellery.  I tried stringing, weaving etc and suddenly I was hooked on a new obsession in life…….BEADS!!

I would find myself going through colour phases, making things in bright red this week, teal the next and so on. Before I knew it I had so many necklaces, bracelets and earrings that I did not know what to do with them anymore……I needed help :-)

Friends, family and strangers were starting to ask where did you buy that….?

So therapy slowly became a source for gifts and then whammo a small sideline income…. all the while providing me with the much needed distraction until my brain could cope with going cold turkey lol.

Anyway for fun I thought I would post some pics, enjoy and I would love to hear any comments

Well after yesterdays chaos and leaving 3 hours later than planned, this morning I’m posting from my bed via my BB with a view of the ocean…. Looks like its going 2 b a stunning day.

Now if someone could just conjure up breakfast in bed 4 me I may just b in heaven today…..

Anyone??? Hello….. Oh well it was a worthy dream lol

So today is the start of a long weekend here in SA, and we are off to a nearby coastal town for the weekend.

Nice I hear you say, yes I suppose….but its that pre-weekend organising and post weekend unpacking that just basically spoils the hell out of it for me.  Have you ever wondered why it is that so called in charge husbands and independant teenagers suddenly become mindless and useless when it comes to packing and preparing for a trip?

Is it just me?  I mean we are leaving straight after school, and 10 minutes before we had to squeeze into the traffic this morning missy declares that she has yet to pack….. in fact NOTHING has been done.

If that was not bad enough,in the midst of doing two loads of washing, packing the dishwasher, making lunch and breakfast at 6am this morning Mr Husband announced that he is taking the 2ndcar for repairs this morning @ 7:45am, and will only pack when he gets back after the repairs as he will be waiting there…… but I better be sure that I am ready to go when he wants to leave he says…… have you ever????

So at 7:05am in 30 sec flat I get missy to put the clothes together that she wants take with and vow that I will fill in the gaps incl the Nintendo, the batteries etc etc. I get her in the car and off to school with time to spare, do some early morning shop ping, wash the dogs and cats water bowls out and fill with clean water, put the tortoise out in the yard, put the hamster in its ball to run around and Mr Husband emerges from the shower lamenting his lot in life

Am i missing something here? Is he not allready 15min late and what has he been doing all this time?

Then there is still the matter of little things that I have to remember to pack such as battery chargers, sugar, milk, coffee etc (its self catering) oh and dont forget the inevitable pharmacy that I cart around…. only to get there and discover that someone has left something behind and then its mom’s fault because why did she not check or remind me etc etc

Yip going away for the weekend is really something I look forward to……. its gonna be bliss. LOL

Have a fab long weekend everyone

Yes its true, I am probably a serial offender when it comes to blogging…..I have had several blogging accounts, dutyfully posting away, bearing my soul…… Until one day, inevitably, days becomes weeks, weeks become months etc etc and before you know it…… I forgotten my password and in some cases even WHERE I’ve been blogging!!!! (scandalous I know)

Alas this time (I keep telling myself) will be different. Yes, this time I will be more vigilant, more open, use my memory better….

Why you may ask? why am I here, again, blogging?  well actually its because someone I have as a friend on FB, someone I knew a very long time ago, recently started blogging here and I thought to myself “Self it’s been a long time since you have had verbal purge therapy…..” and so voila here I am finding myself getting back into the swing of things.

So this week I’ve really been in a funk….. this Estate business is a lot harder than it seemed and frankly rather demoralising at times.  You spend a lot of time and money running after a deal or potential client, to not only get messed around (a lot) but also to have deals pulled out from under you in the 11th hour!!!

One such case, was this  last week Friday.  I finally found a real great listing, gorgeous home, good price etc and I could just tell this would be my virgin sale….yes at 38 I find myself a virgin again ;-)  So I go list the property after hours, my childs at home waiting to be fed etc, spend a lot of time and effort, advertise it blah blah blah and then whammo the day before show house an email arrives (not even a call mind you) Oh so sorry but I sold it last nite……. what a crap way to start the weekend?

Anyway I know its par for the course and that I need to tuffen up, but ppl have you ever considered what the service provider goes through for you?  Do they think that the airtime fairies pay my cellphone account? or that Engen sponsors my petrol, oh and dont forget advertising is for free too. Yip its the land of ice cream and candy and unicorns that poop rainbows….

And don’t forget my dark shadow that follows me everywhere just waiting for an opportunity to overcome me…..no I am not psychotic, I am referring to my ever present Friend/enemy Lupus.  Everytime I push myself just that little bit too hard, or stress that little bit too much it digs its claws into me and tries to take over again.

I have tried very hard in the last 3 years since my episode with BOOP to keep a lid on things and to control my health, but unfortunately I can see the tell tale signs emerging again.  This week it was blood and protein in my urine indicating problems in the kidneys again…..at least the lungs sound much better all things considered.

I just want to avoid another cortisone regime or bout of chemo so bad……. damn man my hair is finally looking great again lol

Anyway thats a worry for another day…… now I think its best I get to bed cuz I gotto be up early to take madam to school again.

Good nite to whoever reads this….. hope you had a fab day and that tonite and tomorrow brings only good.

xxx