Archive for July, 2010


Dirty Tree & a Turd

Irish math’s test
Paddy wants a job, but the foreman won’t hire him until he passes a little math’s test.
Here is your first question, the foreman said. “Without using numbers, represent the number 9.”
“Without numbers?” Paddy says? “Dat’s easy.” And proceeds to draw three trees.

“What’s this?” the boss asks.
“Have you no brain? Tree and tree plus tree makes 9” says Paddy.
“Fair enough,” says the boss. “Here’s your second question. Use the same rules, but this time the number is 99.”
Paddy stares into space for a while, then picks up the picture that he has just drawn and makes a smudge on each tree.. “Ere ye go.”

The boss scratches his head and says, “How on earth do you get that to represent 99?”
“Each of them trees is dirty now. So, it’s dirty tree, and dirty tree, plus dirty tree. Dat makes 99.”
The boss is getting worried that he’s going to actually have to hire Paddy, so he says, “All right, last question. Same rules again, but represent the number 100.”
Paddy stares into space some more, then he picks up the picture again and makes a little mark at the base of each tree and says, “Ere ye go. One hundred.”

The boss looks at the attempt. “You must be nuts if you think that represents a hundred!”
Paddy leans forward and points to the marks at the base of each tree and whispers, “A little dog came along and pooped by each tree.
So now you got dirty tree and a turd, dirty tree and a turd, and dirty tree and a turd, which makes ONE HUNDRED!”
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As if I need an excuse to have a birthday party – I had my 33 1/3 Birthday Party on 28 July (although looking at this, I reckon I can to this again when I turn 100… will one of you please remind me closer to the time, though??)

We had leprechauns….

We had green rice with our Irish Stew (thanks ka!!)

We had Guinness…. and Irish Coffee and Whiskey and all things green 🙂

I even got a turd & a turd scoop as gifts 🙂 Thanks guys – that was fun!!

Mandela Day! And welcome home Jock!

Happy Birthday Madiba! And what a wonderful thing, turning it into International Mandela Day – 67 minutes of doing something for our community!

ka, cat & I headed out to TEARS this morning, to do our orientation and then to help walk the rescue dogs around the area. It was so amazing to see such an awesome turnout. Loads of people all there eager to get involved and help out where they can. We had some lovely dogs to walk – some need coaching back inside with a pocket full of treats. Ah – to be able to take them all home and love them!

Well – Jock is one lucky boy – after a totally not-ftw burglary on Friday, ka decided they need a new member of the family – one to make them feel safe, to keep the aging Sasha company and one to love them. The moment ka set eyes on this gorgeous dog, she knew he was the right one. We had some one on one time with him, and I have to say that I am absolutely smitten! Beautiful boy!

Let me introduce you to the newest member of my extended family:
Jock Male; DOB: ± 2008;    Rescued: March, 2010.
Jock is a medium-sized rich tan with white Staffie crossbreed. He was found wandering along Kalk Bay Main Road. Jock is a strong, enthusiastic, responsive and sportive boy who has lots of energy and is always up for a good game of “rough and tumble”. He is responsive, bold and a very quick learner. Jock would be the ideal companion for an active couple without other dogs, and where he can be a part of the family.

I cant wait to welcome you (to my 2nd) home!!

Vaudeville

Invited along on a work function, we set out to Vaudeville on Friday night. I dashed home after work, dressed up gorgeously (in 30 minutes!) and headed out to our pick up point in Kommetije. The pre-organised lifts to and from CT meant that we could bravely / stupidly tuck into the seemingly non-stop flow of beers and tequilas! Yum. 🙂

Unfortunately, we’re not allowed to take too many photos during the show, so I’ve had to commit as much as tequila-ly possible to memory. It was a totally random show with lots of near naked skinny girls, swing and trapeze artists, girls in cat suits, singing, strong (totally strong!) men doing… well I didnt get much past the mussels… 🙂

I do recall a weridy penguin man thing walking around scaring the crowd! And of course the giant creepy face hanging from the ceiling pulling faces at all of us! Frenchy over here was the mc with a real grizzly voice and scary suggestive giggle (sounding a bit like a harley starting!).

We were seated in these bright velvety red booths with a perfect view of the stage and with waitresses delivering anything and everything we asked them to!

The show barely stopped for starters, mains and deserts – which were delicious – our entire table opted for the Springbok shank for mains and the death-by-chocolate for desert 🙂

Also on sale were various props – funny hats, funny mustaches (which the guys liked so much; they have ALL committed to participate in Movember!) I was given a beautiful, pink and fluffy cowboy hat – which I think I can only ever use again at Afrika Burn!

After the show the party continued at The Fez club on site – which was great – especially the part where we found a booth dedicated to the staff event that was absolutely laden with beers, wine and champagne! And most importantly somewhere to sit (looking gorgeous generally involves wearing heels, which I just dont do!)

At some point we decided to check the time – and just as well… we had 5 mins to get on the last bus home – and I am very very happy to say that we made it back in one piece. Just.

Thanks j-a.g for this 🙂 I have analysed and re-analysed my writing style and I write like:

I write like
Stephen King


Stephen King (x 2) | Kurt Vonnegut (x 2) | Dan Brown | Bram Stoker | Johathan Swift

lol –  Does that sound about right?? Who do you write like??

Sorted. Well 99% there

Last week the devastating news broke that the festival on Mafia Island that we were so looking forward to was cancelled. The tricky bit of course is that the flights, ferry and transfers were not cancelled. Now with only 3 weeks before we go, our accommodation had not been booked (or budgeted for) and we’ve been sitting in a pretty hectic situation.

Anyway – the good news! I have found and booked alternative accommodation on Zanzibar. We’ve got a lovely house right on the beach on the Indian Ocean called Vanilla House and we’ll be staying there for 2 whole weeks!

All that must happen now is that our ferry from Dar to Mafia is re-routed to Zanzibar and the on-island transfers are arranged (already paid for!).

Everything else stays the same, flights etc.. So although we’re having to pay for the accommodation, it is do-able and while the accommodation is basic it does have a stunning location, is close enough to Stone Town – which we missed last time – and comes highly recommended to visit and best yet (for for mrb, that is) he can take his kites. Exciting!!

2 Weeks to go!

YIKES

2 Weeks until I am unemployed – a little bit scary and a lot of anxiety. Although it might also be the fact that I only had 3 hours sleep last night – not sure.

Chatted with my boss today and she’s going to give me a lovely farewell lunch a Mama Romas 😀 And she was fishing for ideas for a farewell gift. I asked her to think about a voucher from SACamera.co.za where I’ve recently bought my very first dslr – lovely camera + great price!! So a little something to put towards a different lens maby would make a great going away gift!

Anyways – the count down officially begins!

What a Night!

Girls night out on the town with ka + nix started out at the One and Only’s  Nobu Lounge for their ‘Sake in the City’ Ladies Night. As soon as we found a spot at the bar we were handed our complimentary  sake cocktails and really, the night just improved from there on out.

The venue is oh-so-posh and we’d dressed up perfectly for the evening. Sitting there sipping cocktails and eating canapes we couldn’t help but notice all the foreigners in the joint.

As it turned out there was a certain Texan who couldn’t help checking us out either. And by ‘checking out’ I mean STARING and by “Texan” I mean old git. The best part was when he whipped out his wallet, leaned into our personal space, flashed a huge wad of $$$ (yes, he was close enough for us to see the currency!) and then nonchalantly put it back in his pocket. Suave.

When that cool manoeuvre didn’t pique our interest he managed to insert himself into our conversation by what must be the pick up line of the week: “So, who are you supporting in the final?” In unison ka + I “Hup! Holland! Hup”ped; at which point his face drops and he looks directly at me and says: “I knew you couldn’t be perfect!” Ha! Bloody cheek! Of course I’m perfect. Sleezy Geeza. Thankfully he got bored or hungry or lonely and left. We downed our drinks and made a bee-line for The Assembly for the Live @ 5 CD launch.

I hadn’t been to The Assembly before so wasn’t sure what to expect. It turned out to be a decent size venue that thankfully for us wasn’t packed to capacity. Not quite the Nobu Lounge, but definitely more up my alley.

We grabbed a couple of beers and met up with a couple other ladies (and one token guy who bought us a round of tequilas). We weren’t there for long before Taxi Violence came on and did their set. They were actually very good – I had heard of them and have most probably heard their music on the radio, although I didn’t recognise any of it. But they were great – really enjoyed them!

About an hour or so later they finished up. Katherine from 5 gave away a bunch of cd’s + t-shirts and things (no freebies for us this time, though) and then the stage was prepped for my favourite SA band – The Parlotones 😀

I know that most South Africans have a love / hate thing going for these guys – some love ’em, some hate ’em… and I totally sit on the ‘love ’em’ side of the fence. They never ever fail to entertain me and this night was only better than any of the previous concerts. The venue like I said wasn’t packed, the sound was great, and they played a really long set, which I adored.

Jumping up and down, singing along, shouting, whistling (the wolf type!) – it was awesome!

Unavoidably they finished up their set and as they were packing up a security guard told us that they’d be hanging around in the bar area later (so back off!). Which we did… we mozied on back to the bar got some #welldeserved(afterallthatdancing!)beer and chilled for a bit. And yes, in the end the guys did come chill out in the bar area and yes, we did manage to chat with them for a while. You know; we talked about this and that – it was awesome! It was also getting getting late, so we got our things together and gave them (quick) hug good-bye, and said: See you soon!

Paul says: Asta la Vista Baby!

For all you sceptics out there… Paul and I were right!! We totally predicted at Holland / Spain final… and there it is!! WOOT

So I am sticking to my earlier prediction of Holland 2, Spain 1

Hup! Holland Hup! (Dont let me down, now – I possibly have free t-shirts riding on this!)

As an aside… I would dearly like to find the time to spend more than 30 waking minutes at home each day… its been a heavy couple of days / nights with more parties and games lined up… Oh well – with only 2 and a bit weeks to go till I finish working, I can’t complain  – I can sleep then, right??

PS: Any know where I can rob a bank to fund this lifestyle??

Hup! Holland! Hup!

WOW! What a Game!! With all of South Africa, all of Cape Town and the entire Waiting Room in Long Street (save 2 South Americans and occasionally my sister) cheering on for Holland, there was almost NO WAY that they could lose.

But wow hey – goal after goal the game was sooo exciting – the cheering got louder and louder. By Holland’s 3rd goal we were hugging, screaming, jumping up and down – honestly, at that point I thought I might actually pass out with the sheer adrenaline of it all. It was Man-IC! In the end though – with enough encouragement from us, the did it!

HOLLAND IS IN THE FINAL!!!!

SEE YOU BITCHES ON SUNDAY (and by Bitches I am of course referring to Spain, because Paul the octopus said so!)