tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-69766088162741124032024-03-13T19:56:28.552+02:00Slave to the OrdinaryRandom Hiccupshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03119037992781535907noreply@blogger.comBlogger185125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6976608816274112403.post-60670880992534445532009-06-08T02:00:00.000+02:002009-06-08T02:00:06.115+02:00It's Official.Well, things are all moved over to Wordpress now! <br /><br />So please find me at http://touchingjoy.wordpress.com<br /><br />Here's to many many more posts! :)Random Hiccupshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03119037992781535907noreply@blogger.com44tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6976608816274112403.post-31605342287690089582009-06-07T02:00:00.003+02:002009-06-07T02:00:05.519+02:00New ness is revealed.So, you got up Early just to hear what's happen with Slave to the Ordinary right? Right.<br /><br />I needed to change, honest I did. This blog has all been based upon the quote in the upper right hand corner. Being daring, impractical, being anything that inspired those around me. And I did. <br /><br />I succeeded. <br /><br />Now, I have another journey to embark on. The journey of not being a pain in the ass but soaking up every little bit I can of this life.<br /><br />Am I still a slave to the ordinary day? No. <br /><br />No longer is this blog accurate. It's like finding an old diary and trying to reapply those thoughts to your current outlook. It just cannot be the same. <br /><br />I have uploaded all these posts onto WordPress- all your comments too. I really do hope that you will find me over there and continue with me as I embark on this new journey. <br /><br />Ok, enough jibber jabber. (ten points if you NAME THAT QUOTE!) <br /><br />The new and exciting journey I am embarking on is: <br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x_ycv3nhRTE/SilXBc2sJXI/AAAAAAAAANo/zhGUTnrTB_s/s1600-h/Touching+Joy.bmp"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 250px; height: 164px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x_ycv3nhRTE/SilXBc2sJXI/AAAAAAAAANo/zhGUTnrTB_s/s400/Touching+Joy.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343898115288868210" /></a><br /><br />It might be a few days before everything is up and running. But I have posted a few pages with new crap on them and all. So take a moment and change your reader. <br /><br />Oh I haven't told you where I am posting? Bad bad me. You're gonna have to wait until tomorrow.<br /><br />Just kidding. You can change your blog reel to: <br /><br />http://touchingjoy.wordpress.com<br /><br /><br />What do you think? Will you be following me over there?Random Hiccupshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03119037992781535907noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6976608816274112403.post-69957698478781843522009-06-06T04:13:00.001+02:002009-06-06T04:13:01.232+02:00Moving?That's it. I am moving. I hope you'll be following me too. <br /><br />I didn't get my own domain, but rather am in process of moving all my posts etc over to wordpress. I like their setup. I want multiple pages. The restriction of bloggeer is frustrating. Blogger was fabulous to step into the blog world on. Next step is Wordpress. It's like the pull ups you wear before the big girl panties.<br /><br />I also think that in honour of being just a few posts away from the big 200th post, made me rethink my blog life.<br /><br />It's time to dump the depressing name. It's time to unify my image. I don't know if I will be changing my twitter account yet. You all can still follow me there for the time being.<br /><br />I havn't actually moved over to wordpress, I am merely warning you as I set up my blog over there. <br /><br />Are you anxious to hear my new blog name? <br /><br />I'll tell you tomorrow. I think it's perfect.Random Hiccupshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03119037992781535907noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6976608816274112403.post-22710956550932365082009-06-05T08:33:00.000+02:002009-06-05T08:34:07.655+02:00Happy Friday<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x_ycv3nhRTE/SiZRXdJxKgI/AAAAAAAAANg/g5S76mkr4Ek/s1600-h/dr+seuss+poems.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 276px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x_ycv3nhRTE/SiZRXdJxKgI/AAAAAAAAANg/g5S76mkr4Ek/s320/dr+seuss+poems.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343047471326112258" /></a>Random Hiccupshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03119037992781535907noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6976608816274112403.post-74166896782430445732009-06-04T10:23:00.000+02:002009-06-03T10:41:44.675+02:00I have a secretI've heard that everyone has a weird neurotic trait. For some, its an alterego. For others it is a tick or learning disability.<br /><br />I have several imagined neurotic traits. Several neurotic dislikes that I have accepted as a personality trait. <br /><br />I've got to be the biggest freakshow occupying the planet. <br /><br />But, the most embarrassing and frusterating and not imagined trait I have... is my secret. <br /><br />I stutter. *cringe*<br /><br />I work hard to not let it take over my whole speech all the time. Hubs thinks it cute. My family thinks it slightly annoying. But when I am excited or nervous my words sound like they are in a blender. <br /><br />It's do frustrating to not be able to communicate like a normal human being. Or to be angry and have my words tumble out sounding nothing like I meant them too. <br /><br />So it's share time. What is your secret or not so secret trait?Random Hiccupshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03119037992781535907noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6976608816274112403.post-51358097387591725752009-06-03T08:19:00.000+02:002009-06-03T08:22:10.370+02:00Keyword Wednesday<span style="font-style:italic;">It's that time. The time when all your secrets are displayed on my stat counter. I know what you searched for to find me.</span><br /><br />These are the recent keywords that readers have used to find me on Google.<br /><br />Sometime I've gotta wonder...<br /><br />1. Messy Beauty- This obviously links to<a href="http://dirtymessybeauty.blogspot.com"> Klara's Blog</a>. But seriously. When I looked it up on google I got nothing but random ridiculous searches. What are you looking for?!?!(Unless you are looking for Klara's blog. And if that's the case, go check it out!)<br /><br />2. One day as slave- we we forced to harvest tabacco. Are you serious?!<br /><br />3. guyus as slaves- Sounds like porn to me! Try again later.<br /><br />4. Tea for my aching tummy- Rooibos (or red bush)tea, honey. Does it every time. <br /><br />5. letting go- It's hard. But a good Facebook clean out does wonders!<br /><br />6. stood up quotes- If you don't stand up for something then you'll fall for anthing.<br /><br />7. Best friend getting married letter- Glad they found me. I could totally help with that. Not.<br /><br />8. mullet with a farmers tan - Oh the wonders of the internet<br /><br />9. dahlingitsme- Hi. <br /><br />10. oh my tummy aches- Why are you tellin Google?<br /><br />11. funny crap to say- Now this is something I can help with!<br /><br />12. why do people meddle?- Why the heck should I know?!<br /><br />13. "the day of destiny" - Tada!<br /><br />14. How to make my husband a slave- Um.<br /><br />Pretty Nutso me thinks.Random Hiccupshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03119037992781535907noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6976608816274112403.post-17967423609749359912009-06-02T04:05:00.000+02:002009-06-02T04:05:01.086+02:00Pop (goes the weasel) art.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.shlomp.com/portfolio/files/poptastic_glasgow_pop_art.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 362px;" src="http://www.shlomp.com/portfolio/files/poptastic_glasgow_pop_art.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><br /><br />They {Pop art pieces) don't pretend to be precious stuff; they'll be torn down in a little while and others will be put up and so on: they don't give a damn! That's great- and that's art by God, and the best kind, mixed in with life, art without any bluffing or boasting and with in the easy reach of ordinary guys. - Felix FeneonRandom Hiccupshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03119037992781535907noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6976608816274112403.post-80950889233946923582009-06-01T02:52:00.001+02:002009-06-01T02:52:31.377+02:00Not so much into the nicknames...<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x_ycv3nhRTE/Sfb-H4Z2lTI/AAAAAAAAALQ/kF79Cgt186g/s1600-h/PP31018-EU~Betty-Boop-Posters.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 135px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x_ycv3nhRTE/Sfb-H4Z2lTI/AAAAAAAAALQ/kF79Cgt186g/s200/PP31018-EU~Betty-Boop-Posters.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329726620392920370" /></a><br />Apparently I slightly resemble Betty Boop. Cute right?<br /><br />Not so much.<br /><br />This has unleashed many horrific nicknames spurred from this...<br /><br />Bethie Boop<br /><br />Boopie<br /><br />Betty Boopie<br /><br />Bethy Boopie...<br /><br />And the greatest Bethie Boob.<br /><br />Nice right?<br /><br />I'll let you be the judge here:<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x_ycv3nhRTE/SiFsQdIWLOI/AAAAAAAAAM4/sLzhh4CYWSQ/s1600-h/To+Sort+993ed.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 120px; height: 160px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x_ycv3nhRTE/SiFsQdIWLOI/AAAAAAAAAM4/sLzhh4CYWSQ/s320/To+Sort+993ed.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341669662991461602" /></a><br /><br /><br />Betty Boop? Maybe not so much...Random Hiccupshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03119037992781535907noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6976608816274112403.post-26674390835759617602009-05-31T07:45:00.000+02:002009-05-31T07:45:00.365+02:00What do YOU want?I read more than 100 different blogs every day. I don't usually comment, but I read.<br /><br />I have gleaned some incredible things from these blogs. <br /><br />Something I have been excited to impliment is a weekly dose of some of my favourite things.<br /><br />I want to know what you want to hear about. <br /><br />Do you want more pictures? (Grandma, I'm putting you down on this one as a yes?!)<br /><br />Some recipes?<br /><br />Art Techniques?<br /><br />Creative writing examples and encouragements?<br /><br />Guest bloggers?<br /><br />Cartoons?<br /><br />Money/time saving tips?<br /><br />Funny crap that happens to me?<br /><br />Books I read/shoes I love?<br /><br />I suppose, I am leaning the blog away from me and more into things I am passionate about. <br /><br />I have said 'I' a lot in this post and I want YOU to leave a comment stating "I want you to have..." And give some feedback...Random Hiccupshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03119037992781535907noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6976608816274112403.post-28522408061697610402009-05-30T19:28:00.007+02:002009-05-30T19:41:39.952+02:00The Journey of the Giraffe which is probably the least eventful story in the world. But is complete with pictures.Of course, I have many giraffe stories. However, I have yet to have a giraffe story with a CAMERA on hand. Lucky for me, while on a walk through our chalet park, we stumbled across this:<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x_ycv3nhRTE/SiFtdQkRdRI/AAAAAAAAANA/ijehoCMssWM/s1600-h/Giraffe+ed1.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 256px; height: 192px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x_ycv3nhRTE/SiFtdQkRdRI/AAAAAAAAANA/ijehoCMssWM/s320/Giraffe+ed1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341670982468859154" /></a><br /><br /><br />I know. Adorable. <br /><br />I had a camera this time. No make up on my face mind you, but a camera. Proof:<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x_ycv3nhRTE/SiFuBCety9I/AAAAAAAAANI/tZR90xURk28/s1600-h/Giraffe+ed2.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 297px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x_ycv3nhRTE/SiFuBCety9I/AAAAAAAAANI/tZR90xURk28/s320/Giraffe+ed2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341671597162744786" /></a><br /><br />Make-up aint nothing when you are staying in a chalet with a private pool. <br /><br />We walked 20 metres up to the guy on our side of the fence and he decided to step forward to greet us. <br /><br />He halved the distance in one step. <br /><br />I chickened out. Ran away and used the zoom. <br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x_ycv3nhRTE/SiFvOm9Y-aI/AAAAAAAAANQ/mF2EWprurKE/s1600-h/Giraffe+ed+3.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 192px; height: 256px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x_ycv3nhRTE/SiFvOm9Y-aI/AAAAAAAAANQ/mF2EWprurKE/s320/Giraffe+ed+3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341672929805007266" /></a><br /><br />Magnificent. <br /><br />The End.Random Hiccupshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03119037992781535907noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6976608816274112403.post-79940235969620401422009-05-29T14:22:00.005+02:002009-05-29T14:35:29.514+02:00Things I am not a stranger to...It's been officially three months since Hubs and I returned from honeymoon. Boy, has it been an adventure. Which is fabulous because, as you know, I am no stranger to adventure. <br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x_ycv3nhRTE/Sh_VuPCO4WI/AAAAAAAAAMo/PxqtSuqXe6g/s1600-h/rings.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 224px; height: 168px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x_ycv3nhRTE/Sh_VuPCO4WI/AAAAAAAAAMo/PxqtSuqXe6g/s320/rings.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341222673371292002" /></a><br /><br />Or Danger...<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x_ycv3nhRTE/Sh_Vt2yf8xI/AAAAAAAAAMY/KRUfN0_fsP4/s1600-h/dave+and+danger.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x_ycv3nhRTE/Sh_Vt2yf8xI/AAAAAAAAAMY/KRUfN0_fsP4/s320/dave+and+danger.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341222666862850834" /></a><br /><br />or beauty<br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x_ycv3nhRTE/Sh_VuG2s_SI/AAAAAAAAAMg/Znj0Kynz2aE/s1600-h/flower.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 224px; height: 168px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x_ycv3nhRTE/Sh_VuG2s_SI/AAAAAAAAAMg/Znj0Kynz2aE/s320/flower.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341222671175449890" /></a><br /><br />And definitely not hugs.<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x_ycv3nhRTE/Sh_VuWYL9LI/AAAAAAAAAMw/CAoSXQpIE78/s1600-h/us.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 224px; height: 168px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x_ycv3nhRTE/Sh_VuWYL9LI/AAAAAAAAAMw/CAoSXQpIE78/s320/us.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341222675342423218" /></a>Random Hiccupshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03119037992781535907noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6976608816274112403.post-19410750016356319792009-05-28T22:31:00.003+02:002009-05-28T22:44:53.015+02:00I like my husband.Hubs is a great guy. He took me to the art store when I told him that everything was 50% off. (In SA the best sales are 35% off at best. This is a BIG sale) I was so excited. We waltz through the steel gate into paradise.<br /><br />And I saw them.<br /><br />Inkadinkado Rubber Stamps. <br /><br />They are gorgeous. <br /><br />Hubs looked at me when I pulled them off the shelf. I begged he conceded. As I pranced with the joy of holding beautiful objects, he casually mentions "Babe, I have wooden blocks at home for you to decorate." Oh how sweet! I giggled and thanked him and we paid. <br /><br />Utterly confused, Hubs says, "I'm sorry. How in the hell are you going to fit a BLOCK OF WOOD into a book."<br /><br />A block of wood?<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://www.inkadinkado.com/shop/pc/catalog/94134.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 310px; height: 265px;" src="https://www.inkadinkado.com/shop/pc/catalog/94134.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><br /><br />A block of rubber stamping wood.<br /><br />And then everything made sense. <br /><br />Poor supportive Hubs. He did everything to make sure I found joy even if it meant gluing blocks of wood into a book. <br /><br />Doesn't he win?Random Hiccupshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03119037992781535907noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6976608816274112403.post-16707750847917316192009-05-26T12:07:00.004+02:002009-05-26T12:25:31.919+02:00Sometimes we all need a little giggle.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x_ycv3nhRTE/ShvDF0_X3VI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/4N5zr6iQ93Q/s1600-h/White+ninja.gif"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 215px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x_ycv3nhRTE/ShvDF0_X3VI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/4N5zr6iQ93Q/s320/White+ninja.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340076288069066066" /></a><br />Third week of surpressed joy. <br /><br />But this cartoon unleashed it! :)<br /><br /><span style="font-style:italic;">**image via whiteninja.com</span>Random Hiccupshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03119037992781535907noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6976608816274112403.post-33540083898618856192009-05-25T14:14:00.002+02:002009-05-25T14:20:24.413+02:00I eat toast in bed for revenge.Oh crumbs. I ate my toast in bed last night. <br /><br />Oh crumbs Hubbles. Did you really think I'd forget?<br /><br />Oh crumbs. Crumbs. Crumbs. <br /><br />Crumbles. <br /><br /><br />Take that, Mr Hubs. <br /><br />Take those crumbs. <br /><br />I got my reveng-umbles.Random Hiccupshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03119037992781535907noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6976608816274112403.post-72983126735677077212009-05-25T12:14:00.002+02:002009-05-25T12:41:19.226+02:00Blog Crush MondayI am hereby admitting to my one terminal downfall. I fall in love easy. And there are just so many writers that make my heart ooze joy. <br /><br />So even though frequently my posts have been lamer than lame, and more noob than N00b, I am going to point you in the fabulous directions of some of my favourite Blog Crushes. I hope you enjoy them as much as I do!<br /><br />Megan at <a href="http://www.somewhatvoluble.com">Somewhat Voluble</a>. She probably thinks I am stalking her now. Poor thing. But She is also one of those crazy girls who got married before 21 and her blog is utterly heartwarming. <br /><br />ScoMan at A<a href="http://youknowwhatiallowyoutoknow.blogspot.com/"> Name in your Recollection</a> He recently joined Twitter, and we've become great friends. He posts once a week now a days, and even though I protest daily, he will contiue to do so. Sad Day. <br /><br />Ron at <a href="http://wherethefisron.blogspot.com/">Ronzworld</a> has taken the blog world by storm. He is witty and fresh and inspiring. <br /><br />Brandy at <a href="http://brainyjane22.wordpress.com/">It's like I'm...mmmagic</a> Its like reading my alterego at times. Utterly fabulous!<br /><br />Kerri at <a href="http://www.yourwishcake.com">Your Wishcake.</a> Another ridiculously heartwarming blogger. *sigh* She's like the nice girl in all of us. <br /><br />So there you have it. My newest blog crushes. I seriously have a reader of a gazzillion blogs and love them all. *double sigh* <br /><br /><br />Have a fabulous Monday dear ones! :)Random Hiccupshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03119037992781535907noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6976608816274112403.post-45008076754174433602009-05-21T08:35:00.003+02:002009-05-21T10:00:15.814+02:00It's about you.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x_ycv3nhRTE/ShUEHYgxqwI/AAAAAAAAAMI/wnGNnTMZyGc/s1600-h/lightbulb.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x_ycv3nhRTE/ShUEHYgxqwI/AAAAAAAAAMI/wnGNnTMZyGc/s320/lightbulb.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338177458203110146" /></a><br /><br />Today is about you:<br /><br />What do you wish there was more hype about? <br /><br />Or<br /><br />What do you wish there was less hype about?<br /><br /><br />Less hype about: Winter<br /><br />I am so over winter. Let's not talk about it any longer. Maybe if we ignore it it will go away.<br /><br />More hype about: Sleep.<br /><br />Sleep. There should be more of it. <br /><br /><br /><span style="font-style:italic;">Your turn</span>Random Hiccupshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03119037992781535907noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6976608816274112403.post-22132464388291871732009-05-20T14:59:00.007+02:002009-05-20T15:33:47.413+02:00My best friend is getting married. Wait. What?!Meeka is getting married. She's getting married! While my joy is indescribable and my anticipation to save enough cash to be in the States for her wedding is reeking havoc in my mind, my nostalgia is even stronger! <br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x_ycv3nhRTE/ShQA_nqe_4I/AAAAAAAAAMA/Zfv6jeOwH7k/s1600-h/kaplanmemoriese.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 232px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x_ycv3nhRTE/ShQA_nqe_4I/AAAAAAAAAMA/Zfv6jeOwH7k/s320/kaplanmemoriese.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337892551319814018" /></a><br /><br />Here is a picture I found of her and her sister and my brother and I. We've been BFFs since we were five. She's come to South Africa twice and I am so excited to join up again. <br /><br />Rare is the friend that puts up with me for 16 years!Random Hiccupshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03119037992781535907noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6976608816274112403.post-14574838659678840132009-05-19T16:08:00.002+02:002009-05-19T16:18:47.083+02:00Tough Tuesdays<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x_ycv3nhRTE/ShK_ZjbI7QI/AAAAAAAAAL4/wB2IrOzPdJA/s1600-h/Fire.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 160px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x_ycv3nhRTE/ShK_ZjbI7QI/AAAAAAAAAL4/wB2IrOzPdJA/s200/Fire.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337538954114166018" /></a><br /><br />You have enemies? Good. That means you've stood up for something, sometime in your life<br /><br />***<span style="font-weight:bold;">Winston Churchill </span>***Random Hiccupshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03119037992781535907noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6976608816274112403.post-74699285216873481892009-05-18T11:55:00.007+02:002009-05-21T15:32:11.040+02:00Standing upPersonally I don't consider my self either conservative nor liberal. The closest political word for my beliefs is Right-Libertarianism. I believe in freedom. I believe in small government. I believe, like Ronald Reagan, that government is the problem not the solution. <br /><br />I don't want Gay-rights limiting my opinion. If homosexuals want to have the same rights as heterosexuals- fine. Just don't make me have the same opinion as you do. Give me the freedom to disagree and protest without labelling me a bigot. <br /><br />I don't want the NRA limiting my opinions either. I don't support the gun laws. I want the right to say so. I also don't support the anti-gun movement. I want the right to say they are both ridiculous. <br /><br />I don't support abortion. I believe that babies have rights. But I believe that if it's legal, I want the right to say I think it's wrong, just as if it's illegal you want the right to protest about the woman's choice.<br /><br />I don't like President Obama and the socialist practices he is implementing. I don't approve of President Zuma and the communist policies he is shoving down our throats. <br /><br />I wish to reserve the right to disagree. And this right is so slowly dissolving under the word "tolerance" and the dogma of being narrow minded.. What is narrow-mindedness? According to <a href="http://www.merriam-webster.com/dictionary/narrowmindedness">Merriam- Webster</a> narrow-mindedness is lacking in tolerance or breadth of vision. According to many, I am narrow minded because I don't agree with popular opinion.<br /><br />But real narrow mindedness is placing your opinions above others. Being narrow minded is the lack of width in your vision, that you can't see that all this mumbo jumbo is truly just that. Mumbo Jumbo.<br /><br />Isn't that what tolerance really is? It's not supporting gay rights. Nor is it supporting liberal ideals. True tolerance is respecting opinions, both those that support your view and those in disagreement. <br /><br />Free Speech as a constitutional right is slowly disappearing. God forbid that Facebook refuses to shut down Aryan Supremacist groups! Where has the freedom to state unpopular opinions gone? <br /><br />I support a new kind of tolerance. Not of the popular Obama catch phrases but of the respect of differences. <br /><br />Martin Niemoller said: "In Germany, the Nazis came for the Communists, and I didn't speak up because I wasn't a Communist. Then they came for the Jews, and I didn't speak up because I wasn't a Jew. Then they came for the trade unionists, and I didn't speak up because I wasn't a trade unionist. Then they came for the Catholics, and I didn't speak up because I was a Protestant. Then they came for me, and by that time there was no one left to speak for me."<br /><br />The same can be said for our constitutional rights. First they came for Gun rights and I didn't stand up because I didn't own a gun... <br /><br />The 'tolerants' are coming for Free Speech and I am standing up.<br /><br /><span style="font-style:italic;">What are your thoughts?</span>Random Hiccupshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03119037992781535907noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6976608816274112403.post-68698946547889343592009-05-15T12:27:00.003+02:002009-05-15T12:50:16.453+02:00I quit.I am hereby handing in my resignation to today. I quit today. I quit this week. How do you feel now week?! How do you feel now today?! <br /><br />I win. <br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.postmodernclog.com/archives/let%20the%20wookie%20win.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 377px;" src="http://www.postmodernclog.com/archives/let%20the%20wookie%20win.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a>Random Hiccupshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03119037992781535907noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6976608816274112403.post-59326840492322864682009-05-14T14:11:00.004+02:002009-05-14T16:13:43.680+02:00My week. White Ninja Style<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x_ycv3nhRTE/Sgwl3VOwdFI/AAAAAAAAALw/Xcqca31eTvY/s1600-h/amazingdogs.gif"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 60px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x_ycv3nhRTE/Sgwl3VOwdFI/AAAAAAAAALw/Xcqca31eTvY/s200/amazingdogs.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335681291049268306" /></a><br /><br />**click on image for enlargement**Random Hiccupshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03119037992781535907noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6976608816274112403.post-51218288433716986072009-05-13T12:11:00.003+02:002009-05-13T13:03:01.059+02:00Love LettersDear Nissan,<br /><br />Why oh why do you install tape decks into post 2000 Almera's. It's uncool. The radio and obscure tapes I happen to have from when I was 8 are really old now. <br /><br />Please take note. The next car we get will either be silent or equipped with the top of the line Ipod dock. Thank you.<br /><br />Regards,<br /><br />Girl who can no longer tolerate Jeremy Mansfield or Garreth Cliff. Nor the Backstreet boys.<br />*************************************************************************************<br /><br />Dear Blogger,<br /><br />Why do you do your maintenance at 2:00 PDT? This happens to correspond perfectly with my lunch break. The globe just don't run on one timezone.<br /><br />Sincerely,<br /><br />South African who likes to eat at 12:00 exactly and type up a post.<br /><br />*************************************************************************************<br /><br />Dear really big coffee cup,<br /><br />I love you. And I love the copious amounts of coffee inside you. <br /><br />Love, <br /><br />Girl who feels overworked today.<br /><br />*************************************************************************************<br /><br />Dear Hubs,<br /><br />Thanks for staying up late with me last night. It helped me feel more like I am 21 and not 81. Plus you talked me through all my internal issues. Who gets a husband like that?! You are the bomb.<br /><br />Kisses, <br /><br />Your 21 year old wife<br /><br />*************************************************************************************<br /><br />Dear Co-worker<br /><br />If you seriously don't stop talking about food, while I am trying to diet.... i will kill you.<br /><br />Thanks,<br /><br />Girl who already has shed 2 kgs and only has fifty million more to go<br /><br />*************************************************************************************<br /><br />Happy hump day you all you out there! Have a better day than I! :)Random Hiccupshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03119037992781535907noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6976608816274112403.post-11474681237424200052009-05-12T10:07:00.000+02:002009-05-12T09:50:30.320+02:00Letting go Version II**Don't forget to vote for your favourites!**<br /><br />Sometimes I envy Hubs. <br /><br />Not in the I-wish-I-had-a-penis-so-that-I-could-sit-on-the-couch-and-play-xbox-or-computer-games-until-4:30 in the morning-belch-when-I-feel-like-it-and-leave-stink-bombs-in-the-car-for-my-wife kind of way. <br /><br />Obviously. Ew. <br /><br />No, what I envy about Hubs is his amazing ability to let go. He no longer feels bitter over his despicable Exes. He doesn't secretly wish that his grade four crush would find him on Facebook to notice how sexy he has become. No longer does he feel the pangs of teenager regret. <br /><br />Oh to have this skill! I have a hard time letting go! <br /><br />Remembering kills me sometimes. Nostalgia leads to aching. <br /><br />I am gearing up to my Facebook clean out. Why am I friends with my fourth grade crush?! Why do I constantly double check my profile picture to make sure I look as thin and beautiful as possible? It is ridiculous! I need to clean them out. I need to be able to let go. I need the courage to know that once I release them, I won't ever need them. <br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MDT_zjAJan8/Sa8GrLAS22I/AAAAAAAABz8/40kvsnFgwK8/s320/balloons.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 270px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MDT_zjAJan8/Sa8GrLAS22I/AAAAAAAABz8/40kvsnFgwK8/s320/balloons.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><br /><br />I have everything I have ever needed. So cest la vieRandom Hiccupshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03119037992781535907noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6976608816274112403.post-7274919397508735822009-05-11T16:15:00.005+02:002009-05-11T16:22:05.123+02:00Participation RequiredWeirdest thing happened. <br /><br />I wrote a post. <br /><br />I posted it. <br /><br />I got doubled my hit count. <br /><br />Wait, What?! <br /><br />Ok, so hello to all those new readers out there. Introduce yourselves dammit! <br /><br />I've been overly lame lately. So come on.. Please? <br /><br />I am excited for the growth that has been evident over this blog. While I haven't posted many posts, it's been over two years that I have written here. I have posted a few of the most popular links and a poll.... Tell me which posts are your favourites and need to have a permalink. You can select as many as you wish. <br /><br />I am also super excited for some additional fun things I am working on! (No Mom/Grandma/Aunties! No babies!) <br /><br />So vote! And Delurk!Random Hiccupshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03119037992781535907noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6976608816274112403.post-81274030569093056292009-05-08T09:15:00.003+02:002009-05-08T09:52:53.398+02:00My calling is The CallingI have really cool taste in music. I won't lie. <br /><br />I can literally mosh with the metalheads (or Hubs whatevs.)<br /> <br />Or Swoon with the lovers...<br /><br />Or dance like the hooker on the bar to Kanye West. If you catch me with one too many anythings, I'll be<br /><br />Quick to the point to the point no faking<br />I'm cooking MC's like a pound of bacon<br />Burning them if you ain't quick and nimble<br />I go crazy when I hear a cymbal<br />And a hi-hat with a souped up tempo<br />I'm on a roll and it's time to go solo <br /><br />Ahem. <br /><br />I have really cool taste in music.<br /><br />And Rock is my passion. Maybe it's the three guitars that take residence in our home that gives Hubs and I away as rockers or the slammin' guitar solos screeching from my Hifi or perhaps its my pierced and tattooed body that make the sweet, nice kids run from us. <br /><br />But behind this...ahem... rough and tough... music genre facade, I have a sweet spot for one of the girliest bands that has ever graced the rock scene. <br /><a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Calling"><br />The Calling. </a><br /><br />Where did I meet them?<br /><br />In my favourite chick flick. <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Coyote_Ugly_(film)">Coyote Ugly. </a><br /><br />Sigh. <br /><br />This is my <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5ytOGeawO5Q">favourite song</a> by them. Go check it out and mock me later!<br /><br />Have a fabulous friday everyone!Random Hiccupshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03119037992781535907noreply@blogger.com5