Category: random asides

woke up with it in my head this morning.

it’s a 1996 song. Larcy will giggle at that.

anyway.

funny thing.

i woke up with it in my head this morning.

so.

please give me a moment whilst i think about a few things.

on another note. i still love this movie.

must buy a copy of the soundtrack again.

must own it on dvd again.

[youtube=http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=a-wfhZepvWQ]

oh and ps…

now that i have that rant out of the way (it’s below this post. if you want the password, please feel free to ask for it. i’m more than willing to share it with a selection of you).

i have a pretty busy week ahead of me so i may be a little scarce round these parts.

i wanted to just take a moment, post-rant-after-something-made-me-so-angry-i-could-not-sleep…to say one thing.

i woke up this morning, ridiculously early, and was determined to have a thankful day.

that rant below, swayed me from it a bit.

tonight, at this insane hour, i am determined and i am ending this day thankful.

i count my blessings and i run out of fingers and toes.

Shmooshy…

Thank you.

Thank you to you for making me laugh so hard with a single arm movement that i am still busting a proverbial gut right now.

Thank you for listening and not trying to fix everything, just because i told you about it.

Thank you for creating our own codespeak.

Thank you for being my toemate. 🙂

Thank you for laughing at my lame jokes and stories from friends that i am probably going to tell for at least the next ten years so i really hope you don’t get bored of it.

Megan and Larcy and Sheena…

Thank you for “don’t tell ****” dinners and messaging me at midnight because you’re worried about me and sharing the minutiae of life that we hold so secretly important and don’t tell anyone about because it means we would like a little uncool. Thank you for always being there, beyond your own lives, even when yours has been in disarray.

For some of you reading this who I will not name but you know very well who you are…

For letting me bounce my ideas off you. For letting me in and reassuring me in a life-space where I sometimes still feel foreign. For your little secret messages to me that remind me that I am doing okay. That, in fact, sometimes, I can be brilliant.

Your love. Your love keeps me going. Your love keeps me doing this. Your love is what makes all of it feel okay.

Your courage. Your brave sharing of you. Is what keeps me sharing this little me too.

you know…

and here i begin my sarcastic apologies, once again…

i apologise if i work alot.

nobody else is going to pay the bills for me.

i apologise if i fail in my social obligations.

nobody else is going to get a night’s sleep for me.

i apologise completely if i choose being a mom over being anything else.

nobody else is Cameron’s mother and it is my primal and completely loved duty and joy to be that mama.

oh, and lastly, i apologise for choosing to spend time with my boyfriend and Cameron.

funny thing is, for the first time in my life, i don’t have someone who treats her like an occasional novelty or constant inconvenience.

a real friend would’ve been happy for me and not diss me like i’m a smelly hobo. yes, i heard that.

most of all, i apologise if any of it is inconvenient to you.

it is my life.

it is my daughter’s life.

and if you want to be a part of it, you’re welcome.

if you don’t want to be, then please, fuck right off.

just like i have always respected your life choices, even when i did not agree, a mere modicum of reciprocal respect would’ve gone a very, very long way towards me never feeling this way.

anyway, you’ve made your choices.

i’m a little too busy to listen to you whine about how unfair it is that i choose being Cameron’s mother over absolutely everything else in the world. sorry if that hurts but, maybe when you grow up and actually stand on your own two feet instead of whining about how the world is unfair to you all the time then you’ll get it.

’til then. please, go ahead and don’t let the door hit you on the way out.

hunting for treasure!

Tis Friday so, like, take a break and spend some time hunting for treasure!

In the final stages of The Nerdies 2010, 10 bloggers around South Africa have been selected to be part of a sudden show down to readers across the country to win some pretty cool prizes in the form of an online treasure hunt. Up for grabs to the first four lucky treasure hunters:

  • 1 years subscription to Connect Magazine, courtesy of Hypertext Media
  • A Springleap T-shirt
  • a Poken from Poken Africa
  • and to the fourth treasure hunter… R150 kalahari voucher!

So, how do you do it? I’ve hidden an idol on my site.  It’s related to Nerd Mag and can be found somewhere that is related to a cross-pollination of giving. It has a lot of names on it too. Heh.

All you need to do is find the idol and click on it – there are 10 idols out there, on the blogs below, but only 1 is the real idol, so if you find the idol on my blog and it leads to a dead page, then you’ll know that you need to select another blog from the blogs below and keep hunting for treasure!

1. http://cathjenkin.wordpress.com
2. http://meganstow.wordpress.com
3. http://becauseican.co.za
4. http://davidanthonyalves.blogspot.com/
5. http://imod.co.za
6. http://shebee.co.za
7. http://blog.empyrean.co.za/
8. http://justinmccall.co.za
9. http://www.nickhuntdavis.com/
10. http://blindcripple.co.za

Once you’ve been to all the blogs and found the winning idol, there will be a unique code on that page. The first four treasure hunters to either email sheenagates@gmail.com the code, or DM it to @SheBeeGee on Twitter, will win!

Well? what are you waiting for? Click click!

So, you thought your boyfriend was weird?

Whilst I am totally aware that Shmooshy is very human, and not dancer…I do breathe a sigh of swoon-filled relief knowing that he is mine.

All mine.

Even though he does these five weird things:

  1. There’s the food thing. I get the food thing. The food-must-be-at-perfect-temperature-served-in-particular-way-eaten-at-67-degree-angle-and-covered-in-Nandos-sauce. Foodism. There is a reason for it.
  2. He has an amazing eye for…Mermaids. I tell you not a lie. Cam is obsessed with mermaids. Shmooshy has the uncanny ability to spot a mermaid anything within a five mile radius. This is a weird thing that I really like.
  3. He has a lock of my hair. This is a true story. Moreover, and maybe this is just hilarious but, he looks really good in my shoes. I know this because it’s happened once, at about two AM. Heh. 😀
  4. He cannot walk around and brush his teeth at the same time. He cannot understand why I HAVE to walk around whilst brushing my teeth. LOL.
  5. He talks to himself, just as much as I do. He’s also okay with me talking to myself. Still, we both talk in our sleep. One night, I listened, giggling, whilst he loudly told the ceiling that he really thinks “poodles just aren’t about that”.

Why am I telling you this? Simple, really. Because Shmooshy ain’t as weird as Stefan from Vampire Diaries. And, by telling you this I stand a chance of winning a Blackberry Bold 9000. That means Shmooshy can stop telling me he can’t hear me when I call him. Maybe it means I won’t have so much iPhone jealousy (his iPhone hates me). Maybe they will get along better than our current phones. Heh.

But, back to Vampire Diaries, as premiered on on DStv, VUZU Channel 123 on the 1st of February this year. The Vampire Diaries is based on the bestselling book series from Alloy Entertainment, which has recently been re-released and is enjoying time on The New York Times Best Sellers list. Vampire Diaries is also the most watched series premier in US network history.

Do you think YOUR boyfriend is weird?

You should, you know. All men have weird idiosyncracies. If you’d like to enter the competition too, leave me a comment or write a blogpost and link back to me, to enter! Simple as that!

In the meantime, I tag the following three wonderful women (and, because I know if they win, they’ll give ME the BB for being so awesome :P)..

Jackson’s Mama

Briget

Megan

for she who knows me very well

i won’t reveal who this is for. they already know.

life is full of shit, right?

yep. totally.

i wanted you to know that, even though you know i am fuck-off busy at the moment.

but i have been sitting here all day thinking of you.

thinking of you and crying for you.

i wish i could run away for a bit.

you and i, toilet rolls packed in our bags just in case. heh.

we could laugh at our own miseries.

we could cry over our biggest successes and why the hell we still don’t believe we’re good enough to have them.

i’d joust at you for being frustrated.

you’d kick my shins for being so afraid all the time.

it’d be great and we’d feel relieved.

we’d solve problems and halt reality at the door.

bloody nasty wolf, it is anyway.

i’d make you dance with me to horrible music that we both will never admit to loving in public.

but in the quiet confidante cushion of our friendship,

we could know,

and we could dance without anyone watching.

‘fuck ’em’, we’d say.

you would grin.

i’d say something terribly inappropriate.

it’d be a few years back and i’d hug you like the first time i met you in the dark space that used to be my life.

i love you my friend.

this just played on my iTunes and i thought of you.

X

perfect place – the parlotones

Tiny buttercup, won’t you take my hand?
Tiny buttercup, when you’re feeling sad
Life doesn’t go according to plan
Close our eyes, take each other’s hands
In a world filled with shades of grey
We’ll color it up and escape
To our perfect place

Tiny buttercup, don’t you dare look sad
Tiny buttercup, a smile’s all I have
You say life’s like a roller-coaster
It’s up and down and you wish it were over

Just take me by the hand, close your eyes
We’ll escape to our perfect place

Come on girl, take my hand
And close your eyes
We’ll escape to our perfect place

Tiny buttercup, when you’re insecure
Together we’re the giants and our own cure
There’s monsters, monsters everywhere
Just close your eyes, girl, they’re not there

Just take me by the hand
We’re in a better place
And we’ve escaped to our perfect place