As much as my husband is pissed that I posted about our domestic last night, I have to say a huge THANK YOU to each and everyone of you who took the time to consider the issue at hand and to leave such thoughtful comments.
Once he gets the bike I’ll be sure to post pictures of it and of Cliff riding off into the sunset in escape of his nasty witch of a wife 
Posted in Life
I’ll start off by saying that I’m going to post something on this here blog that is more than likely going to piss my husband off. I honestly want UNBIASED opinions here and will not tolerate any husband bashing – no matter how much you all love and adore me – OK?
My husband has been considering buying a bicycle for a few months now. He wants a mountain bike. This consideration has stepped up in the last few weeks (in my opinion) because his brother and his brother’s wife have entered one of the most prestigious cycling races hosted in Johannesburg – the 94.7 Cycle challenge. Cliff used to be an avid cyclist in his younger years and has completed a few Argus Cycles tours etc. He was good at it. So because I saw he was hankering after it I told him that if he really wanted to he must look into buying a bike. Big mistake – in hindsight I really should have outlined what I thought was reasonable from the outset…
Today I got an email from him at work saying he was popping past a cycle store to have a look at bikes. I immediately called him to ask if he was going into said store to buy a bike and would I come home to one later this evening? (Cases in point – he has told me he is looking at a car and twice has come home with said car without me knowing he purchased the cars so his history is not so great on this side of things). He said no. He held up to his word. I never came home to a bike.
BUT I did come home to an argument. Because he has seen / found a bike he likes. It is a middle of the range bike and it costs R7000.00 ($636 at an exchange of R11.00 to the dollar). I think this is an unnecessarily excessive expense for a hobby he is not 100% sure he’ll get back into. I feel he should consider shopping around for a second hand or entry level bike in the price range of about R3500.00 to R4000.00 ($363 @ same exchange) and see whether he is as into cycling as he used to be. If he is into it he can always upgrade his bike at a later stage.
His argument is that he feels like he deserves to spend “a little” money on himself. That all our money has gone into fertility this year and he deserves to spoil himself (I do agree that some spoiling is needed, no arguement there, my resistance is the extent of the spoiling at hand). That he never does anything or buys anything for himself (he plays golf every second weekend – and I know he is going to explode that I’ve mentioned this but the fact of the matter is that he has not been at all prepared to comprimise at all on his spending in this area).
There are other factors at play here which I’m not sure I’ll get into right now on this blog, but the fact remains that I feel if we are supposed to be saving for our next treatment that an excessive expense is not called for right now.
Yes I freely admit that I have also spent unecessarily on myself recently by going to the day spa with the girls at a cost of R1100.00 ($100) and have recently bought some clothes that were not needed but more in the way of retail therapy and a ”like to have”. I feel guilty for spending this money which would have been better spent in my opinion towards our IVF and our future children and family as much as I enjoyed my time at the spa and will no doubt enjoy the clothes.
He thinks I’m being a selfish bitch*bit unreasonable by thinking the seven grand is excessive. So what do you think internets? Am I the voice of reason or am I being a selfish bitch tad unreasonable?
* my words not his – he does not swear at me – well he did it once and got into so much trouble from his parents that he does not do that anymore… in fact we try not swear AT each other at all during fights. We – read me – swear at the situation a lot but I really cannot remember a tie where we’ve sworn AT each other…
Tick tock
Tick tock
Seconds spill into minutes
Minutes roll into hours
Hours crash into days
Days flow into months
Months thunder into years
How the hell did we get here?
How the hell?
Tick tock
Tick tock
Time is passing me by
While I am stuck
Caught in the mire of “waiting”
Tick tock
Tick tock
Time stands still for no man
Enjoy what it gives you while you can
I am really miff! On Friday our IT guru’s at work sent out an email saying that they were installing an upgrade something or the other which was going to enhance the use of Internet Explorer to users.
L I A R S!!!!
What they did do was install some bloody programme called Baracuda (I mean anyone else get flashes of a creepy crawly sucking your toes when you read that?) which does not allow me to gain access to WordPress or Blogspot sites AT ALL!
I’m devastated! How on earth am I now going to read my blogs? How am I going to update my own blog on a regular basis? I tell you how dear internets – by having to pay for it my bloody self! BASTARDS!!!
Work sucks hair balls as it is – now I have to be denied access to the only things that were keeping me sane and out of a straight jacket in the first place??? This is the height of cruelty if you have to ask me…
I’m off now to go and eat a big piece of chocolate cake and main line some red wine….
UPDATED :
I am not able to access google reader or bloglines either with the new Baracuda in town – so I am well and truely screwed! But thanks to those who suggested it
Posted in Blah Blah Fishpaste
Tagged blogs, blogspot, cruelty, internet access, wordpress, work
I woke up this morning next to a “woolie bullie”. My big hairy man is now officially a bullet. 38 Years Old! Two years away from the BIG 4 0…. Holy cow, when did that happen?
Happy Birthday my love!
I know that this year is going to be a great one for you and like I said earlier, I cannot imagine anyone else that I would want to do life with. You are my heart – even though you have this weird habit of taking strange photo’s at weddings and when we’re out at night…
Here’s to the year ahead and lots of fun, love, arguements and making up!
Love you Babe! (even if you are a bullet)
I saw this on my friend Jendeis‘s blog and I had to steal it from her – not just because I really liked it, but because my brain is in freeze mode (great ICLW timing, meh…) I will write a proper post sometime soon – promise…
The Rules:
A.) Go to Music Outfitters.
B.) Enter the year you graduated from high school in the search function and get the list of 100 most popular songs of that year.
C.) Bold the songs you like, strike through the ones you REALLY hate.
1. Gangsta’s Paradise, Coolio
2. Waterfalls, TLC
3. Creep, TLC
4. Kiss From A Rose, Seal
5. On Bended Knee, Boyz II Men
6. Another Night, Real McCoy
7. Fantasy, Mariah Carey
8. Take A Bow, Madonna
9. Don’t Take It Personal (Just One Of Dem Days), Monica
10. This Is How We Do It, Montell Jordan
11. I Know, Dionne Farris
12. Water Runs Dry, Boyz II Men
13. Freak Like Me, Adina Howard
14. Run-Around, Blues Traveler
15. I Can Love You Like That, All-4-One
16. Have You Ever Really Loved A Woman?, Bryan Adams
17. Always, Bon Jovi
18. Boombastic/In The Summertime, Shaggy
19. Total Eclipse Of The Heart, Nicki French
20. You Gotta Be, Des’ree
21. You Are Not Alone, Michael Jackson
22. Hold My Hand, Hootie and The Blowfish
23. One More Chance-Stay With Me, Notorious B.I.G.
24. Here Comes The Hotstepper, Ini Kamoze
25. Candy Rain, Soul For Real
26. Let Her, w Hootie and The Blowfish
27. I Believe, Blessid Union Of Souls
28. Red Light Special, TLC
29. Runaway, Janet Jackson
30. Strong Enough, Sheryl Crow
31. Colors Of The Wind, Vanessa Williams
32. Someone To Love, Jon B.
33. Only Wanna Be With You, Hootie and The Blowfish
34. If You Love Me, Brownstone
35. In The House Of Stone And Light, Martin Page
36. I Got 5 On It, Luniz
37. Baby, Brandy
38. Run Away, Real McCoy
39. As I Lay Me Down, Sophie B. Hawkins
40. He’s Mine, Mokenstef
41. December, Collective Soul
42. I’ll Be There For You-You’re All I Need To Get By, Method Man-Mary J. Blige
43. Shy Guy, Diana King
44. I’m The Only One, Melissa Etheridge
45. Every Little Thing I Do, Soul For Real
46. Before I Let You Go, BLACKstreet
47. Big Poppa/Warning, Notorious B.I.G.
48. Sukiyaki, 4 P.M.
49. I Wanna Be Down, Brandy
50. I’ll Make Love To You, Boyz II Men
51. Dear Mama/Old School, 2Pac
52. Hold On, Jamie Walters
53. Keep Their Heads Ringin’, Dr. Dre
54. The Rhythm Of The Night, Corona
55. Roll To Me, Del Amitri
56. Scream/Childhood, Michael Jackson and Janet Jackson
57. Freek’n You, Jodeci
58. I Wish, Skee-lo
59. Believe, Elton John
60. Carnival, Natalie Merchant
61. You Don’t Know How It Feels, Tom Petty
62. Back For Good, Take That
63. Tootsee Roll, 69 Boyz
64. You Want This-70′s Love Groove, Janet Jackson
65. Tell Me, Groove Theory
66. Can’t You See, Total
67. All I Wanna Do, Sheryl Crow
68. This Lil’ Game We Play, Subway
69. Come And Get Your Love, Real McCoy
70. This Ain’t A Love Song, Bon Jovi
71. Secret, Madonna
72. Player’s Anthem, Junior M.A.F.I.A.
73. Feel Me Flow, Naughty By Nature
74. Every Day Of The Week, Jade
75. The Sweetest Days, Vanessa Williams
76. Short Dick Man, 20 Fingers Featuring Gillette
77. Brokenhearted, Brandy
78. No More “I Love You’s”, Annie Lennox
79. You Used To Love Me, Faith Evans
80. Constantly, Immature
81. Hold Me, Thrill Me, Kiss Me, Kill Me, U2
82. 100% Pure Love, Crystal Waters
83. Ask Of You, Raphael Saadiq
84. Sugar Hill, Az
85. Good, Better Than Ezra
86. Brown Sugar, D’angelo
87. Turn The Beat Around, Gloria Estefan
88. ‘Til You Do Me Right, After 7
89. 1st Of Tha Month, Bone Thugs-N-Harmony
90. Like The Way I Do If I Wanted To, Melissa Etheridge
91. I Live My Life For You, Firehouse
92. Dream About You-Funky Melody, Stevie B
93. Cotton Eye Joe, Rednex
94. Thank You, Boyz II Men
95. I’ll Stand By You, Pretenders
96. I Miss You, N II U
97. Give It 2 You, Da Brat
98. Best Friend, Brandy
99. Misery, Soul Asylum
100. Can’t Stop Lovin’ You, Van Halen
Most of the songs on the list I don’t even remember – but I do remember going to the disco’s and jolling to some of the songs I bolded. And skinnering (gossiping) with the other girls about “those” girls who were snogging with the boys during the Boyz II Men songs… Hmmm, think I have inspiration for a blog post here…
Courtesy of my friend Bee Cee, here is some sweet Gingerbread humour 
Last weekend I decided that our garden was in dire need of a major clean up and while I was busy doing this (note Saffy’s bone in the bottom left hand corner, not only was I cleaning up the garden I was also entertaining the hound )
I found some really interesting things – like this stink bug hiding in the ivy growing up our tree (actually I smelt him first, but the discovery still counts right?)
and this Mamma bird sitting on her nest in the same tree. I got such a fright when I found this Mamma bird, I was cutting the ivy back and all she did was shake out her wings to warn me away from her nest, I nearly fell off the ladder!!
Today I was playing with the hounds under the tree – looky looky! How quickly they grow!!
Hello Internets!
I am Saffy and that squint eyed jack russel is my sister Jazzy. We’re Mom’s furry babies. Dad has been away this week and we don’t like that much, even though we love Mom, we like it when both Mom and Dad are at home so we can get lots of love… We’ve been digging in the garden and making craters under the tree and bird bath cos we need Mom to understand that we don’t like it when Dad’s away. (We don’t she likes it any more than we do, but what is a hound to do?)
Last night Mom went to dinner at Aunty Sharon’s house despite the fact that Aunty Sharon had a shitty day (if you can show her some love ya’ll) and she came home very, very late! While she was gone we figured out how to chew through the cable ties that hold the mesh over the gate which stops us from getting into the front garden. Then we were delighted to figure out that Mom had forgoten to lock the pedestrian gate so we had a johl in the complex. We ran and sniffed to our heart’s delight!! And the best thing is that Mom ws none the wiser to our little adventure until she got home at midnight… As she pulled up to the house she noticed that the pedestrian gate was open and her heart stopped for a few seconds cos she thought that there were people on the property but we came running up to her car all excited and barking with joy. She opened her door and we jumped in. My little sister Jazzy jumped right back out and Mom was SO cross but she could not shout at her cos it was midnight and all the other people who live around us were sleeping already…
Mom got me inside the yard and then had to run around the complex roads to catch Jazz – that was funny to watch cos she could not call loudly and Jazz was running away from her all the time. Finally Mom caught her and when she came inside the yard she was spitting mad. She groaned out loud at the state of the gate and cursed herself for forgetting to lock the pedestrian gate… She told us that he heart was racing and she was pooping herself cos if we had got completely lost Dad would have KILLED her!
She put us to bed, but we did not want to sleep – our adventure was SO exciting we wanted to jump up and down and tell her all about it. She was having none of that… Sometimes she is so strict!! And honestly if she had just stayed home none of this would have happened right? Anyway after calming us down and letting us drink lots of water (we were so thirsty, adventures are hard work) we finally went to sleep.
Mom was very blurry eyed this morning but still fixed the mesh over the gate with new cable ties… Darn it. Now how we supposed to have a new adventure?
I am an eternal optimist. (Most annoying I know, but I just can’t help myself…)
I will mostly always find the silver lining in that cloud that hangs over your head and I am a shameless hope junkie. I will mostly always hope that the fact that AF is late means that there is a viable pregnancy on the way, I will *always* believe that the many amazing women that I have met on this infertility journey are destined to become mothers and I always believe that we will never be given more to deal with in life than we can handle. I believe that everything happens for a reason even though most of the time that reason is never evident at the time of the happening (cos isn’t hindsight 20/20 after all?) and that the reason for that particular strife in our lives will be revealed to us in time…
I was chatting to my friend earlier today on MSN and I was being annoyingly hopeful and ever optimistic. I mentioned that I realised I was probably annoying with my ever hopeful optimistic attitude. She told me that she thinks my optimism is sweet and that it means that I have not allowed myself to be broken and jaded by this journey (or something along those lines) and it got me thinking.
Why is it that I am that ever hopeful girl? Is it because I believe that God wants only the best for us in life – even if it means that He has to walk with us through the trials we struggle to weather? Is it because I was born like this? Is it as simple as saying that some people are more predisposed to positivity than others? Or is it something one learns? I think it might be a bit of both… growing up I was taught by my folks to find at least one good thing in the bad things that happened to us. So when my toe got caught in the car door and my toenail popped off I thought “at least I get to go the doctor now and I’ll get a lollipop”. When my nose bled so badly that I had to get admitted to hospital I thought “yay, no school for three days”. When I fell off the handlebars of my sisters bike and had to have gravel pulled out my chest with tweezers I thought “at least I never broke my arm where Michelle rode over it in her panic.”
I have always seemed to be able to see the good through the bad. I think it is just habit now. This is not to say that I am that ever sparkly super irritating Barbie giggling girl all the time. That would be way to Stepford for my liking. I have my moments of giving into the darkness. I get sad and frustrated by happenings in my life just as much as the next gal. But somehow I seem to bounce back to “ever optimistic” sooner rather than later.
What do you guys think? Do you think people are inherently positive or negative? Are you able to see the good through the bad that is happening in your life at all?
(I know that many of us are going through a trying time right now and this post may come across as flippant or ambivilent to some of you… this is not my intention at all… please feel free to clobber me over the head if this post makes you feel tender.)
Posted in Blah Blah Fishpaste, Infertililty
Tagged attitude, depression, optimism, postive re-inforcement
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