Anonymously Spitting The Truth

I really hope that winter has now arrived in its full glory.  Since yesterday, the temperatures droppped a lot, we had some rain, and it was cloudy most of the day yesterday.  Today it seems to have cleared up a bit, but its still got that bite in the air.  I don't mind it, cause for a change I know what to wear.  Usually it was cold in the mornings, so I put on a jersey, but by lunch time I felt like I was going to pass out of the heat.  I don't particularly like winter, and of course I prefer summer, but there is nothing worse than these mixed season days. 

Enough of the weather already.  My weekend was really great - spent time with some good friends, ate nice food with friends and family, and slept longer than we do during the week - which is particularly nice in this cold wet cloudy weather.

I heard something interesting yesterday, which I thought you might find rather interesting too.  I've never really wondered about how they kill wolves, but yesterday I heard a story.  I'm not sure if its entirely true, but it is rather interesting.  They aparantly don't "hunt" wolves, or shoot them, but instead "plant" a knife with blood on it.  The wolf will soon find the knife, and start licking it.  You can now imagine for yourself what happens after that, but basically the wolf doesn't know when he stops licking the blood on the knife, and when he starts on his own blood.  Disgusting, but still very interesting.  This was used in a "parable", to explain how some people can hunt the one thing they think they really need, but in the process kill themselves.  This isn't always physical death of course, it could symbolize a workaholic who completely stuffs up his marriage.  I just found it pretty interesting, and quite true. 

For now I have to get myself to finish some work, I promise I'm not a workaholic - hehe.

Cheers.

Wow, winter has suddenly come over our country, and I've been dressing as if I'm heading to the South Pole!!!  Ugh, it takes some getting used to - this winter weather!!

I'm wearing layers and layers of clothes, coz its like 6 degrees (Celcius) in the mornings, but during the day it warms up a bit at least.  I don't mind the cold as such, as its very cozy, but getting up at 5am when its still dark, and freezing cold is not fun!! 

Each morning my alarm goes off at 5am, I then lean out of bed to switch on the heater, and then sleep a bit more till the room is warmed up.

I can't believe how time flies.  I've been meaning to blog the whole week, but things just come up, and since I don't have internet at home anymore it makes it so much harder!! 

I've had so many things come up to blog about, but it just escapes when I sit here...

Oh well, hope you all have a great week, and that summer is really starting for those of you who are in the Northern hemisphere!!

Cheers!

I am sooo lazy in winter times - or whenever its cold for that matter.  I haven't gone to the gym at all this week, and though I like going to the gym, I just can't get up early enough in the mornings to pack my gym bag.  I'm gonna try to pack it in the evenings now.

But I could very easily just sit here, listen to my music, and sip a cup of hot chocolate... Mmm.... The air outside is a little bit below crisp, but its so nice.  I never thought I'd like winter this much.  And though I don't enjoy being cold, there is something so magical about the cold. 

I've been CRAVING to dance for a while now.  I can even just dance at home, I don't mind, I just NEED to dance.  Its strange.  I had dancing lessons when I was still at school - I guess I danced for most of my school career, and I loved it.  We even had semi professional concerts at a theatre.  It was really amazing, specially as a little girl.  It was addictive, the stage life...  I did tap dancing, and modern dancing.  These days I've been craving crazy club dancing, nothing more. 

I heard that there's someone close to our house who gives ballroom dancing lessons, and I'm seriously considering that.  It sounds like fun.  Not to do it professionally, or anything like that, just for fun.  I absolutely LOVE dancing....

YaY - its Friday!!  I can't believe we have another weekend, but I'm really thankful.  I've got a lot of things planned for this weekend.  I want to go do some winter shopping.  My wardrobe is a bit understocked, so I hope I find something nice.  Other than that there is a ton of work to be done in the house.  Well not really, but it can defintely keep me busy the whole of Saturday, but we'll see how it all goes.  We have some friends we have to see to.  Damn, I wish we could just get a maid - it would be a lot easier, but I guess for the time being, I'll just have to enjoy the life as a housewife & working woman. 

Hope you all have a terrific weekend!!!

I'm sipping on a cup of hot coffee, waiting for a poker tournament to start. This has been the start to most of my mornings. As you may or may not know, I'm a game tester, hence I'm playing poker for a living. Not exactly. Or rather, that is not ALL that I do.

Winter is starting to slowly creep in, specially in the mornings. The problem is that it still gets quite hot during the day, so deciding what to wear is a mission everyday. As much as I love the feel of the cold air against my skin, and as much as I love dressing up all snuggly, I do still miss the summer. I miss being able to wear only a spagetti strap top and a skirt to the office, and not worry about what the weather is going to do. This cold weather reminds me of the year I spent living in the UK. I spent about 30minutes getting dressed each day - and that was AFTER I had decided what to wear.

I get cold so easily, you would probably laugh if you knew how many layers of clothes I wear in winter. Today isn't so bad though, but then again, its only autumn.

I miss the times which I spent in the 2 degrees celcius fridge like factory, wearing ridiculous looking hairnets, wellingtons, and an overhaul. LOL. Thinking back on those memories, I can't help but laugh. It was such fun times, but probably the worst job I've had in my life. Still I miss it. The friends I made there are incredible - some of them even attended our wedding, and they're very dear to me.

Its amazing how we get connected with people. Its really something that cannot be explained. There are some people with whom you just 'click'. For sure there are certain areas in which you must be compatable, but the way we meet our friends just astonishes me still.

Damn, I think this post is probably one of the most random ones I've done in a long time. Sorry, but my concentration span is pretty bad, since I haven't had a decent night's sleep in a while. Plus, if you were with me in England, you might have understood that its not so random at all. Each winter in SA makes me long for the long lost memories of the UK. The sound of the train, the smell of the horrible factory. The friends, and the good times in the English pubs. Its something that comes back to me each time the sky turns grey, and the temperatures drop.

I guess its not something I can get back though. Its not asif I can go back to England, and relive those times. Those friends are all back in SA too, minding their own business, working, trying to make a living. Yes we still see each other, but the careless days of factory work and pub crawling are over. I suppose its a good thing. I'm happily married now, and my life is everything that I could wish for. Still I will cherish those memories forever, and hopefully I can one day tell my children, and my grandchildren about it.