Archive for August, 2009


So

The cot? has been sanded. Now all that remains is to actually paint it. Yay!

  • Albert moved to Johannesburg (which – yay! –means I’ll probably never see him again)
  • My father had a heart attack (which sucked, obviously)
  • I did not vote in the national elections.
  • My feet turned into this

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

  • I broke down in tears because there was no milk for my coffee (and now I’m sorry for everyone whose PMS I ever laughed at, because this? Is so much worse.
  • I got made up to look like an Indian (possibly an Indian. Not really sure what it’s meant to be. I think I looked pretty, though.)

 

  • I talked Marcel into letting my cousin make-up him. She didn’t turn him into a pirate, which I think is unfair.

 

  • My dad got into a fight with a blesbok (which is a kind of antelope with really sharp horns and a nasty temper). It nearly disembowelled him, and he tore his shoulder to hell. This was after the heart attack, mind you. It was Monday, in fact.
  • I found out I’m having a boy, contrary to expectations.
  • I started writing again
  • I installed Windows 7, which not only takes the Cake of Awesome, but eats some of it and smooshes the rest into your face so you look like a clownhead.
  • I installed Windows Live Writer. Can you see I’m having fun with it?

34 Weeks and Counting…

34 weeks, in case anyone was wondering, is 8.5 months. That’s eight and a half… if I give birth in 3 weeks, my baby will not be premature.

Is that not a terrifying thought? Firstly – in three weeks, it’ll be my birthday. No sane woman wants a baby for her birthday, because excruciating agony is not the way to spend your birthday.

 

And secondly – hands up anyone who thinks I’m ready to be a mom? In three weeks? Thought not. Of course, three weeks, three months or three years…I probably still won’t be ready to be a mom. You’re never ready to be a mom.

 

Thirdly and most practically – There is, as yet, no cot for my baby. Or rather there is one, but it’s not finished yet. Let us all join in a chorus and say *weeble!*

Why have I spent most of the day working on my sister’s school project? I never even did my own school projects!

*Pimps Madly*

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