Day 161: Knowing Me, Not Knowing You

In an attempt to draft a ‘getting to know me better’ post for you, my awesome readers, I put a post on FB which read, ‘if you could ask me any question, what would it be?’ The response wasn’t all that great, so I searched ‘how well do you know me’ images online and found one with thirty questions:

Do you have an addiction?

If I had to admit an addiction, it would be ice-cream. It is one of the few things I can’t resist – even when the weather is colder than the ice-cream is.

Who is/are your best friend(s)?

I have many besties – all for different reasons. It wouldn’t be fair to single out only one or two.

When is your birthday?

Soon – September 22nd.

What is your current mood?

I’m still a bit cheesed off because of Stage 4 loadshedding, but I’m feeling remarkably chipper otherwise.

What is/are your favourite animal(s)?

I love any kind of cat. Oh, and baby elephants. I am fond of birds too.

What is your favourite cartoon?

I will never tire of the roadrunner and Wile E. Coyote.

What is/are your favourite movie(s)?

The Rocky Horror Picture Show, Dirty Dancing, Fatal Attraction, A Few Good Men, An Officer & a Gentleman, Dead Poet’s Society, Shanghai Noon, The Holiday, Two Weeks’ Notice, and Notting Hill.

What is your favourite colour?

Purple.

What is/are your favourite food(s)?

Homemade: The Toppie’s curry or The Bean’s cottage pie. If I splash out at a restaurant, I prefer a medium-rare steak, sushi, or seafood.

Which of your girlfriends do you trust?

All of them – we wouldn’t have a friendship without trust?

Which of your guy friends do you trust?

See the answer above.

What is/are your favourite TV Show(s)?

Lately I’ve been watching Nurses and Pure Genius and loving them. A few of my all-time favourites though are: Bones, Dr Who, NCIS (all of them), and Suits.

Do you have any insecurities?

Show me someone who doesn’t, and I’ll show you a liar.

What is the last lame joke you heard?

On AlgoaFM Breakfast yesterday, Charlie T told this one:

A woman goes shopping and when she gets back to her car, she sees she locked her keys inside. A man stops, asking if he can help She explains what happens and the man removes his pants, wiping them across the lock on the door and it springs up. She asks how he did it and he replies, ‘these are my khaki pants.´

Who is the last person you hugged?

The Bean

What is/are your favourite hobby(ies)?

Blogging and more recently, cooking.

Who is the last person you texted?

My colleague, Nikita.

What is a random fact about you?

Before I got my braces, I could fit my fist in my mouth.

What is your current relationship status?

I’m so single that if I was a dollar a stripper’s g-string would spit me out.

Do you have any children?

Of my womb, no; of my heart, many.

Who/What do you miss?

Charlie, Suki, Carmen, and my mind most days.

What is something you hate?

Being woken up when I’m not fully rested. Seriously. Just. Don’t!

What is something you love?

Spending time with my parents and with my friends.

What is something you want?

To travel abroad again.

Who is the last person you called?

If you must know, it was Teresa – and that was on Tuesday night.

Where are you from?

Earth

What do you look for in a significant other?

Honesty, integrity, loyalty, trustworthiness, and compassion.

Do you have a morning routine?

Yes. Most mornings it is to try to get to the office on time after working from home for almost five months.

How much do you weigh?

More than I should.

And lastly…

How tall are you?

Not as tall as I’d like!

Day 123: Wyn vir die Pyn (Wine for the Pain)

If there was a Pandemic Prevention Olympics, South Africa would be on the podium taking gold medals by the barrel full. We’ve had the longest #Coronavirus lockdown in the world.

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Day One Hundred and Whatever! Who Cares? I’m Freezing!

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Day 103: World Chocolate Day

It’s been a while since I’ve written a grocery list, let alone a blog post. A friend sent me a message on Friday telling me she misses me – and my blog.

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Days 82 & 83: Turning Mishaps into Masterpieces

If for nothing else, this lockdown has taught me to utilise my kitchen. I am not going to lie – if The Cave didn’t come with a dishwasher included in the rent, I would be living in PB&J sammies, served on paper plates and drinking my coffee out of a paper cup.

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Days 12 and 13: Pets Control

Yes, you read right. I did not have a dyslexic moment. The major portion of this post is going to be about my friends’ pets, and how furry, feathered, and scaled companions have made lockdown easier for many, including myself.

For those of you that are inclined to have Seriously-Sensitive-Susan moments, a great deal of this post is written tongue-in-cheek. The idea is not to offend, but to bring humour, and hope. Please read (and accept) it in that way.

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Let Them Eat Cake!

I’m far from Marie Antoinette, although admittedly, I know quite a few people who I’d happily behead if I were a Queen with a guillotine.

I’m also inclined to speak without thinking. You wouldn’t think it, but it’s true. I suffer from regular foot-in-mouth disease, often simply opening my mouth to change feet.

I haven’t blogged much about the company I work for having merged with our biggest competitor late last year. While a lot has changed, it’s pretty much business as usual, except for me making promises to bring a chocolate cake next time I visit the other branch. As quickly as I said I’d bring a cake, I forgot what I’d said, but Thomas didn’t. He reminded me and a promise is a promise, so I made a plan.

I have a mini oven in The Cave, which is good for only one thing – cremating whatever I put inside it. Buying a cake was an option, but in this instance it would have been a cop-out. Besides, I know an amazing baker. An added bonus is she lives right round the corner, and is one of my best friends. Elizabeth to the rescue!

I explained the situation to her and she said she’d bake a cake for me. I bought the icing ingredients and gave her a little something for her effort. While I had zero hand in making the cake, I did spray the pans and help dry the dishes. I also told her what I thought she should put on to decorate it. I must say, she doesn’t give herself enough credit, because as far as I am concerned, this cake is an absolute masterpiece.

Chocolate Heaven

The poor woman’s nerves are a little bit rattled, because she always stresses that her baked goods won’t be good enough, but everything I’ve ever eaten that she’s made is de-li-cious! She’s said that she wants to test her limits a bit as far as baking is concerned, so I will be making good use of her abilities. After all, I’m a good friend 😉

Unknowingly Blonde Boycotter?

I’m having trouble sleeping again. As I stared at the ceiling in the deafening darkness last night, I found myself wondering about many things, but two stood out for me.

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