The joy and indeed the privilege of receiving an education

Seeing as I'm getting all personal and stuff, and also to celebrate my 20th post, I thought I'd dedicate this entry especially to all the teachers who read this, to all the mothers and to any person who has ever had a mother, also to all the women who've ever worn lipstick. Also, this is to all high school janitors who may be reading and to anyone who has ever kissed anything. HOPEFULLY, dear reader (Loesil) you fall somewhere into that list... you don't need to mention where ;o)

According to a news report, a certain school in Garden City, Miami was recently faced with a unique problem. A number of 12-year-old girls were beginning to use lipstick and would put it on in the washroom. That was fine, but after they put on their lipstick they would press their lips to the mirror leaving dozens of little lip prints. (Bless!)

Every night, the maintenance man would remove them and the next day, the girls would put them back. Finally the principal decided that something had to be done. He called all the girls to the washroom and met them there with the maintenance man. He explained that all these lip prints were causing a major problem for the custodian who had to clean the mirrors every night. To demonstrate how difficult it had been to clean the mirrors, he asked the maintenance man to show the girls how much effort was required.

He took out a long-handled squeegee, dipped it in the toilet, and cleaned the mirror with it. Since then, there have been no lip prints on the mirror.

THE MORAL OF THIS STORY:
There are teachers, and then there are Educators

Mullets are in!

To my loyal reader (aka Alet...fondly known as Mullet....often greeted with a crooning "oooh Alet")

I'd like to take this opportunity to express my utmost appreciation for your unwavering support even though I don't have a cousin who's a famous Afrikaans Idol. thanks

Ok, all done.

BYE!

He he... juuuust jokes.
I wouldn't do that to you.

What am I saying?? It's practically 5! On second thoughts I would do that!

:)

Adios
Over and Out

Bill Gates...the antichrist?

So what I didn't mention was that what my GP termed a virus (broadly speaking, of course), may have been contracted to or from my PC. Bluddy PCs and GPs all need a smack. Ya, last week was not a pleasant one. Both me and my computer were very ill (sorry, nikki, I know: "my computer and I"). My boss spent more than an hour on a call to Mumbai (yes, that's Mumbai in India) trying to fix the Beagle virus which was savagely attacking my computer. I got the distinct impression I wasn't too popular! My convulsive coughing was probably about as endearing as my computer virus spreading to all that work with me!

Anyway, I am convinced that I contracted my illness from my computer. It makes sense... after all I spend more time with it than anything else. And hence I blame Bill Gates for my ensuing cold (Which naturally lead to me putting my back out...HOW OLD AM I??? But yes, I coughed and spluttered enough that I pulled a back muscle and was chair ridden all weekend with the poor (hus)band having to wait on me hand and foot. (I hated every moment of it...)

A while ago I got a follow up call from Microsoft. The guy was paaaaaaainful. To start with he called at like 17.15. Who does that?! You've juuuust left the office, trying to put work behind you and you get a call from some bored and boring guy with a nasal voice and a sniff. Then he went through these questions; each a slight rephrasing of the previous one. "What was your impression of our service on the whole - on a scale of one to ten? What did you think of our customer service? Were you happy with the overall resolution of your enquiry?" and on and on and on for like 15 minutes. And with anything I said he would just say "ah ha"(sniff sniff) and go on to the next thing. Eventually he asked my impression of Microsoft on the whole and I answered "well mostly I have a positive impression of the company, unless Bill Gates is, in fact, the antichrist in which case I'd have to say that I have a somewhat negative impression of the company" "Ah ha"(sniff sniff) was his reply.

*cough cough splutter*

It seems that whenever I attempt any form of exercise my body launches a protest and I am smite (?) with some or other form of heinous plague.

The mind is willing but the body is not.

DOES THIS ONLY HAPPEN TO ME?

On Saturday not only did I go to the driving range...hey swinging a golf club is exercise!( You try doing it for an hour.) But I also went for a very noteworthy cross country jog.

After 2 days of the husband calling me "Athlete Wife" my body began to get exceedingly nervous and quickly became smitten with horrendous ills. It's like my body has declared some form of germ warfare on my good intentions to live up to the fast dwindling title of athlete wife.

Alas... or rather: EISH!

This message will self destruct in 10... 9... 8....

Well I got some encouraging news last week... but I'm keeping it a secret. Why you may ask would I be soooo annoying as to tell you that I have a secret and then not expand (much) on it? Well because it is as torturous knowing a secret and not being able to share it as it is not knowing one.

Actually at present I am harbouring 1 personal secret, 3 slightly less personal surprise secrets, and one secret to do with a friend.

SUFFER WITH ME PEOPLE!

It is not my place to share secrets with you which aren't mine to share, but one of them (the aforementioned "1 x personal secret") is mine to share, but I have chosen not to. How irritating of me.

I will tell you, however, that if all goes well, you will hear about the personal secret at the end of next month.

The 3 "slightly less personal surprise secrets" you will hear about in less than a month.

The secret to do with a friend is none of your business so stop being so nosy. Hehehe :)

On a less annoying note, last week saw me and my man celebrating 6 gorgeous months of marriage. Crazy but true!

Not that type of blog

Apologies to you all. I have been a useless blogger of late. The reason being that life is so busy.
I've had many ideas for entries... one of which was to be titled "Why moving house is not unlike attempting a coup plot on a small, wealthy dictatorial state" and my latest... "The similarities of Stellenbosch traffic cops and GPs - overlaps in a past life?" Maybe I'll expand on these later.

So you see, it's not that I haven't been thinking of this blog and you dear loyal reader (still get a kick out of that one!) it's more that I've been so exhausted from moving house (so over that! Left arm is still lame for those who care) and being sick with what my very expensive and oh-so-informative doctor told me is a "virus of some sort (broadly speaking)" that I've neglected to type. (I'm not the type?)

Ok, so as you may have picked up, the aforementioned broadly described virus is still playing havoc with my creative juices.