Things that have happened lately – A List

• 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?

Well, I’m back.

We climbed the mountain on my aunt’s farm this weekend. It was much fun. I made it ll the way up and all the way down, and then I got knocked down by a giant dog.

I feel that this was unnecessary. Albert was most concerned, and spent an hour last night massaging my ass and my one leg, because he is just that cool. This is the view from on top of the mountain.

This is me, on top of the mountain. Feeling very proud of myself, I might add.

Some other random pictures we took up there and on the way down.

Me and Albert. He looks pretty doesn’t he?

Pretty little blue flowers. I love them…see how spiky they are?

This looks a little like a satellite picture of the Earth, doesn’t it?

Strange how it looks like it belongs there, isn’t it?

Like a rose

The family graveyard on the family farm. My grandfather and grandmother are buried there, as well as a great-uncle. Someday I hope they bury me there.

The dog that knocked me down.
Her name is Demi, and her main problem is that she still thinks she’s a puppy, instead of a quite overweight dog.

And I never did watch Shaun of the Dead. Sux.