February stats

* 2 engagements
* 3 confirmed pregnancies (what is going on here?)
* 1 bunch of flowers from Cracka (indeed a noteworthy event)
* 4 indoor hockey matches
* 2 months remaining of age 29

They grow up so quickly

It was Nugget Smith's first birthday on Saturday which, if what they say is true, makes her seven doggy years old. Cracka was away for the weekend so I went shopping for her to alleviate my boredom. As a result thereof, she became the happy recipient of a new purple collar (all the dogs are wearing them these days), a chew toy and a boredom buster (some bone type effort that the little pigs love). And no, I didn’t wrap them.

Here are some photos of the little girl over the past year:

It's just dawned on me ... I have more photos of my dogs than of anything and anyone else. Thank goodness for Cracka otherwise I might be mistaken for one of those Crazypants Old Ladies!!

Check these bad boys out

Its been a while since I last purchased some trainers so I am most excited about these bad boys. Especially since they are going to be my mode of transport across some 21km of rugged terrain in the middle of July.

Weekend roundup

Booze 3- Schmeezy 0

IamgettingoldandcannotdrinkthewayIusedto. There. I said it. The phrase “I am never drinking that much again” has now been replaced with the above. My glory days of Maritzburg Varsity, Lady Hattons, Crowded House pig nights with my wing men Scottles and Manning, hockey fines meetings and the like, are now a distant (and admittedly) blurry memory.

Weekend synopsis:
Fri - popped into My Grill, My Bar on Friday night after Cracka’s indoor match. Watched a shy office nerd get smashed and lose all her inhibition as well as a posse of 40+ divorcees strut their wares for the lads of Jozi. Drank too much whiskey.
Sat – took the pigs to obedience training and then Cracka to golf. Drank too much wine at Bobby G’s birthday party in the evening.
Sun – went to the Fab Four at the Cresta Barnyard Theatre. Drank too much wine under the auspices of Wanderers Hockey fundraising.

Feeling decidedly toxic this morning ... me’ thinks I should consider a detox for the rest of the month!

How rude

I deplore rude people. I have just taken a phone call where this inane woman dialed the incorrect number. After explaining to her as slowly and concisely as possible that I was indeed not Emily and that perhaps she had inadvertently dialed the wrong number, she had the audacity to put the phone down on me. There was no “thank you, I appear to have made a faux pas and goodbye” forthcoming … it was more like a *clunk* as the receiver was slammed down in my ear.

I ask myself why I get annoyed about occurrences like this. I know that they are going to happen. Just like I know that I am going to be cut off in traffic by the taxi driver who has just driven the last 500m in the emergency lane. Still, it pisses me off. I wonder if it just boils down to a lack of breeding?

Valentines Shmalentines

I know that somewhere in the Universe exists my perfect soul mate - but looking for him is much more difficult than just staying at home and ordering another pizza.

Peg-leg

I have finally decided that something needs to be done about my gammy ankles. I have, on numerous occasions, pulled and torn ligaments in both the right & left ankles. It is so bad now that Cracka calls them my ‘cankles’, as in my calves flow directly into my feet.

The reason for this sudden commitment to rehabilitation of the aforementioned body parts is that I have decided to run (read: attempt) the Knysna half marathon in the middle of July. In order to do so, I require the following:

1) new running shoes
2) an increased lung capacity
3) stamina and endurance

4) to register for the event
5) rehabilitated ankles
6) possibly some on those nasty poly shorts (on second thoughts – nottafcuk)

So I moseyed off to the physio last week and the podiatrist this morning and discover that my left leg is 0.5cm longer than my right one. Now when your pins are only about 85cm in length, 0.5cm is something to get excited about. I was informed however that is can apparently create all sorts of problems.

The good news is that I am on the road (excuse the pun) to rehabilitation. The bad news is that I am already R1,078 down and I haven’t even paid for my running shoes yet. Ozzzizzz!

I can see my house from here

I discovered Google Earth on Friday afternoon. Needless to say the rest of my day was a write off. I spend a fair amount of time on the internet yet I find my self asking how is it that I have only discovered this fabulous little bit of technology now.

Once downloaded, Google Earth pulls up satellite imagery, maps, terrain and 3D buildings which allows the user to drill down to literarily a couple of thousand feet above ground.

Its way cool!