I’m surviving

… or at least I think I am.

It’s been an absolute torrid time since I last posted. Between the onslaught of the carrion crows which descended upon us to check that policies, procedures, appointments were all being adhered to and then a visit from one of our ‘esteemed’ ministers, I haven’t had a semblance of a normal life or work day for that matter.

But, I am strong. I am woman. Hear me roar! (purr). From having to close the carrion crow onslaught with a summarised report to having to present a speech to the minister on the status of our particular business unit’s progress in the Province; the one and only highlight was my Giant Rat returning home a week earlier than scheduled! And the cherry on the top (with whipped cream, nogal) is the fact that he’s actually here with me until the end of April 😉

So, as hectic as my work life is at the moment; I know I can relax over the Easter weekend especially as I have been a real clever clogs and have taken the three workdays as leave after the long weekend, giving me a whole 11 days off or so to spend some real quality time with my Giant Rat and Marmee.

And while I’m off? I shall be switching off the cell phone and changing my name 🙂

With this quickie, let me love and leave you all for a bit whilst I enjoy my cup of coffee in my little oasis and chat with my colleagues.

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Check out my new phone* I’ll be collecting today 😉

 

The iphone 5

Decisions, decisions. Which feature should I try out first?

 

 

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Illusion

Technically, with the moon still high in the dark sky and the neighbours and animals still fast asleep, it is still Sunday evening. ’cause I said so.

 

On Wednesday I arrived at work to hear the loudest chirruping noise coming from one of the main passages which has not yet been cleared of our finance divisions’ boxes. And there sat  in all his finery, seranading us with his song ‘I wanna be free’.

 

Asking the I work with to please move the boxes and take poor Jiminy out to the verandah to release him, I realised that the image I had was but an illusion and my colleagues were nothing more than

Goodbye, my Sweet Thomas

You entered our lives on 05th November 2010, brought down from Richards Bay by hubby. A tiny 5 week old scrap who, the minute I took you from hubby, held my face between your paws whilst looking into my eyes. Your little V8 motor started revving immediately as you washed my face.

You slept with me night after night, settling down on my pillow where you would brush my hair with your little paws before washing my hair. I wondered if your acidity levels were as strong as our friend’s Red Setter who used to lick his mate’s forehead eventually bleaching a blonde stripe between her ears, and decided it would be pretty neat if I ended up with a blonde streak too.

 

Your big sister, Lucyanydots, was not too impressed by your arrival into the halfy household; hissing, spitting and growling at your mere existance, let alone your early attempts to make friends with her. You crept into her heart, and we witnessed you holding her face between your little paws as you washed and loved her. Before long, you were sleeping soundly together with her, grooming one another and taking over my desk so I would be reduced to sitting with my keyboard on my lap.

You were inseperable from Hannah when we adopted her in December; the difference in size made no difference to either one of you as you took turns chasing each other around the garden or spent time grooming and washing each other. It always brought a smile to my face to see you lying on top of Hannah as you gave her a thorough good washing before turning to pounce on her wagging tail.

 

And the last photo we took or rather hubby took of you on Monday morning before he returned to Richards Bay. He waited with me for my lift to collect me with you sitting on his shoulder before you jumped down onto the wall to stalk a lizard. A perfect photo to show your original uprights just how nicely you were growing although we think you were destined to always be a littley.

Tommy Tucker 14 March 2011

Tuesday, 15th March 2011: I arrived home to find you, Lucyanydots, Hannah and Cleo waiting for me at the front gate as you always do. Brad still smiled and remarked that the family were all there. You and Lucyanydots followed me into the house, winding yourselves around my ankles until I picked you up for your afternoon cuddle and greeting. We spoke as we always do, and after hearing just how hungry you were, you ate and scooted off into the garden to play.

 

And that’s when I heard the commotion. The mangy mutts from across the road in the street again, and before I could get the security gate unlocked they had you. Sean and I went running after them into the nature reserve but by the time we fought our way through the bush it was too late. He beat them off so I was able to take you back home, and I laid you to rest in your favourite sunning corner.

 

Goodbye my sweet Thomas. You entered my life a short 4 months ago, but you will live on in my heart forever.

Corruption is rife

There’s nothing like getting a new hard drive for your computer and after installing it, commencing with the installation of your OS only to have it bomb out at 4% with the following message: ‘files are corrupt or missing. Go and play in the traffic.’

 

After reformatting the new drive and trying a couple of times, we tried hubby’s disc as well in case it was my own disc which had become as corrupt as some of our politicians but alas I got no further with that either. So it was back to the store on Sunday with said new hard drive as well as my disc for them to check in case there was a fault with the drive and swap it out if necessary.

 

Lo and behold, my new drive was connected, reformatted and the disc loaded completely the first time round. Trying again on our return home, the corruption was alive and well and all the Doom in the world was unable to get rid of the nasty little goggas living inside the innards of my poor computer.

 

My kind and much loved Giant Rat has now relocated my pc to Richards Bay where he feels the sea breeze may magically restore some serenity to its’ innards, failing which he will be handing it in to Matrix to run diagnostics on the motherboard and processor, one of which obviously needs replacing (hopefully not both).

 

I miss my pc 😦

 

 

PS: Sidey, your weekend theme was a snapshot of me looking to the horizon wondering if there’s enough mouthwash to get rid of the taste of the flock of carrion crows which descended on our offices yesterday for a two-week audit!

Battered; not fried.

I’ve always been under the impression that the colours representing Valentine’s Day are red and white, but it appears that I was sadly mistaken and they are actually black, blue, purple and a ghastly yellow hue.

 

It was off to work as usual on the morning of the 14th after a wonderful weekend with my Giant Rat; and in the midst of repacking and resealing boxes in preparation for our move the following week I decided to traipse down to the supermarket to get sugar for Big Sweetie’s coffee as he’s nowhere near as sweet as I am

 

So there I was, innocently walking down the stairs minding my own business when all of a sardine three hoodlums came screaming up the stairs being chased by building security for having snatched someone’s bag. Needless to say, I was in the proverbial wrong place at the wrong time, and ended up being swept off my feet landing flat on my back up the stairs and knocking my noggin for good measure.

 

After being assisted by security and Big Sweetie being called, I made my way back to the office where I promptly fainted and then made an urgent trunk call into the great white telephone. Being dizzy and not quite there, Big Sweetie rushed me off to my GP who confirmed that while I was lucky enough not to have broken anything or cracked my noggin, I had a mild concussion and promptly booked me off work.

 

I spent the rest of the day and the next at home, lying on my stomach and being unable to sit down properly for the severe bruising, but returned to work on the Wednesday stressing about our move as I was co-ordinating the move of my particular division of 70-odd staff scheduled for the 21st Feb.

 

So there you have it. I think it may be an indication that I’m a hard nut to crack!  Or it simply means that I do need my head read after all. Personally I think it’s the latter, but if you don’t tell anyone, I won’t either

 

As I said to Granny47 yesterday I’m ecstatic that we’re finally out of The Wheel and the whole Point Road area. The week prior to my little incident saw one of the tenants being held up at gun point in the basement parking, and the week prior to that saw a Chinese chap being stabbed to death just outside the block. These were the types of things I don’t mention to my Marmee or my Giant Rat as they both stressed daily with us being in the area. I’m afraid I told my Marmee a half-truth to explain my being booked off work and my back being black and blue by simply saying I had taken a tumble on the stairs. So T, if you read this and speak to my GR, silence is golden. Please. While he would have rushed down, there really was nothing he could do but let me cry on his shoulder, and as comforting as it would have been to be cossetted, it would simply prolong his time away from home. I’m a big girl. I think.

 

And with that, I must love and leave you lot for now to get ready to take my Marmee shopping. As much as I really don’t feel like going near a mall and crowds of people, a promise must be kept.

 

Ups and Downs

Good morning Vietnam all!

 

Let me start off by apologising for Eskom letting me wake up in total darkness yesterday morning, and no, it had nothing to do with the usual hour I get up at ! No electricity = no post, no coffee and a very miserable Halfy stomping around the house in the wee hours of the morning.

 

UPS: Not an Uninterrupted Power Supply, but that’s actually something to consider for the house, even if it’s just for the computer. Two very big UPS at the moment!

 

Hubby is here for the weekend (can you lot see the huge ear to ear grin on my mug?) It’s been a very looong four weeks without him, so I shall not whisper about the fact that I woke up with terrible backache from having to adjust to having him hog the entire bed again!

 

And the second big UP? We finally started our move to new premises yesterday! After a lot of politcal inhouse fighting to establish who has the bigger set of brass ones, keys being accepted by one party and then being declined by the other, a directive finally came through from our highest authority and that was that. To say that I am thoroughly sick and tired of the politics that accompanies establishing your own little kingdom by appointing friends and relatives as ‘yes men/women’ would be the understatement of the year. At least the move has commenced, and I have 5 days left in Hell before my particular division start our great trek on the 21st!

 

Happy days are indeed here again…

 

DOWNS: Hubby lost poor little e-storage during the night on Thursday. He called mid-morning yesterday to say he had woken to find the little mite dead to the world in the morning. Sadly, I fear he may have had internal injuries from his fall out of the nest which was a couple of stories high, or he was just too small. Maybe a combination of both? I don’t know.

 

With that, let me love and leave you to haul hubby’s rear out of bed and to our hair guru for his 8am appointment and whatever else he has planned for the day. I shall catch up with you all later.