Scattered Brainings XVI

27 07 2012

* Anyone else have a routine they follow when they first arrive at work? For me, it’s simple: I go through my e-mails, have a mug of tea… and have a look at some comics & memes on my favourite sites. It only takes about 5 minutes, if that, which makes me feel a little less guilty about going onto these sites in the first place. At least I’m a diligent worker for the rest of the day.

* Smudgy might be against healthy snacking. Why else would she steal the apple I wanted to take along to work from the kitchen counter… twice? Oh, wait, that’s right – (a) it was small enough to be considered a toy, and (b) she’s a cat, so she does whatever she wants. Like sleeping on my brand new coat before I even wear it.

* Not having drowned thus far during aqua aerobics feels like a great accomplishment to me. Yeay exercise!

* I know you’re supposed to feel flattered when people think you’re younger than you really are. I’m just wondering at what point in your life this is supposed to be complementary and when the guesstimated difference is a bit too extreme or even astonishing. The women in my aqua aerobics class thought I was only 15 or 16 years old! (I’m told it’s because I’m so small & ‘skinny’.) Now imagine their expressions when they hear that I’m married and how old I actually am. The shock value / surprised faces are really quite amusing.

* The weather is cold, and for the past week I’ve been wearing not-really-heat-inducing jerseys at work with the sleeves rolled up because I feel warm & semi-claustrophobic. I’m too young to be getting hot flashes, right?

* Pink macaroons taste like Bakers Zoo Cookies. If you live in South Africa, go buy one at a Limnos Bakery and tell me I’m wrong. They are awesome!

* We’re watching the second season of GAME OF THRONES at the moment. While interesting, I can’t help but want to groan in joint despair and annoyance when we have to see another person’s naked form and all that hoo-ha. Get on with the story already!

* Also, has anyone else joked that Jon Snow and Samwell Tarly are like Frodo Baggins & Samwise Gamgee in LOTR? Come one: Samwell – Samwise? Both a bit portly, well-meaning, supportive and a true friend? Jon and Frodo each with their own type of burdens to bear and roles to fulfil / adventures to go on? No? Just me, then…

* Is it weird that I find it weird that people don’t think it’s weird to have a whole conversation while in cubicles/stalls at a public/work restroom? Weird.


Let’s cancel today

30 03 2012

I don’t know why I bothered getting out of bed this morning.

I woke up at 05:30, decided to stay in bed until 06:00… and then realized, hey, the power’s out! Look outside – all the streetlights and traffic lights are off, as well. At least I knew that we weren’t the only ones affected. I lighted some candles, stumbled around Smudgy (who was really affection, purring, allowing me to pick her up and carry her around while petting her), got ready for work, and then spent half an hour trying to get my Significant Other out of bed.

I arrived at work at 07:30. I couldn’t disarm the section of the building I work in because it wouldn’t accept my code (again). I had to hang around in the reception area for a few minutes until someone who has the authority to disarm and enter any section was able to do it for me. Walk into our section, switch on all the lights, get my computer up and running… And the office is a ghost town. There’s nobody else but me for the next 40 minutes.

By this time I’ve sorted out my desk, gone through e-mails, checked what I need to do for the day, and still sit wishing that I could be in bed sleeping/ reading a book – we’re having such cold, rainy weather, after all, and I love it.

Our offices are closing at 12:00 today. That’s three & a half hours from now. Just enough time to start kind-of-sort-of-maybe getting into my work, not feel in the mood to do it, keep wishing I were reading instead, and sit browsing memes until it’s time to leave. This could turn out to be a highly unproductive day (which could either make me feel extremely guilty or highly indifferent).

So yes, I think it would have been a good idea to just cancel today and skip over to the weekend – a sentiment I am sure many people will agree with.

Have an amazing Fried-day, readers! xx

Holiday cheer?

5 12 2011

I’m not sure how festive this season will turn out to be…

We’re standing at the 5th of December, and I have yet to hear any Christmas music blaring in the shopping centres. The closest I’ve come to this was when my Significant Other and I were sitting in a restaurant last Thursday evening and a total of two (if even) Christmassy songs played softly in the background. The only thing going on in the shopping centres is absolute madness. This past weekend proved it, and I am glad that all my Christmas shopping is done… because if it was bad last weekend, it’s only going to get exponentially worse once schools close this coming Friday. Having the kiddies around the complex is going to be a reeeaaal treat for my Significant Other…

One of the local radio stations launched the Boney M Acclimatisation Program (BMAP) in November. Every other morning, they play a Boney M song, allowing people to get used to the so-called ‘brainwashing-waves’ (brainwashing + brainwaves, get it?)  in hopes to help them from spending all their money on gifts when their ears are assaulted by the festive tunes. Although this is cute and funny/ silly, I find it rather hard to swallow how people use aforementioned music as an excuse for their excessive shopping. ‘Oh, it wasn’t my fault – the Boney M music started playing, and it was like I lost control of my mental faculties. Really, I couldn’t help myself!!’ *roll eyes*

Okay, everybody, let's put more spendy frenzy into the chorus!

Great, so now everybody is against Christmas music… religious nuts, shoppers, my Significant Other… I started listening to some festive tunes yesterday, then felt ‘guilty’ because my S.O. doesn’t much care for it (even though I had my headphones on and he wasn’t there), so I turned it off.

Then there’s the little matter of Christmas trees. I wrapped all our gifts yesterday (hurray for me!) and will be putting up our little tree this evening, which is a step in the festive direction for our domicile. I’m not sure the same can be said for my parental home. It’s the first year since forever – probably since my older sister was little, which makes it 27 years ago – that my parentals will have a fake Christmas tree. Although it’s nice to have a real tree, it just becomes more and more expensive every year, and if you add all of that up over the years, it’s a lot of money! With a fake tree – nice and tall to fit into their living room with the high ceiling – you save money in the long run, plus you help to save some trees. All that’s good and well, but the reason I don’t think that things are all tinsel and baubles and happy sparkling lights, is the fact that my younger sister Addy refuses to decorate the fake tree… which she calls ‘that thing’ with great antagonism.

My work here is done...

Oh, and did I mention how I was looking forward to the release of the latest edition of the Sarie Kos (Sarie Food) magazine, only to find nothing Christmassy about it? *shakes head* Perhaps I should have some of those ‘Christmas’ truffles I bought to make myself feel better.

I could always spread some of the holiday cheer around the office by baking some cookies! My Significant Other bought me some more cookies cutters over the weekend, so now I have a Christmas tree, snowman and reindeer I can use! Since I’ll be working until the 23rd of December (and I think others will, as well), I’m sure we’ll be needing those sweet treats to boost our morale.

Plus point: summer hasn’t been very summery over here thus far (yesterday’s 37 degrees Celsius excluded), so I’m hoping for a cool Christmas. It’ll sure beat unbearable heat and help fight off sluggishness and irritability (not the best combination for happy faces and feelings of harmony)…

So, how do you feel about Christmas 2011?

Sunday lunch for the Parentals

11 10 2011

I love doing special things for other people – especially when it comes to my parentals.

My Significant Other and I (i.e. little old me) decided to invite the parentals for lunch/ dinner at our apartment last weekend. We initially had it set for Sunday evening, but due to ‘scheduling’, we moved it out to Sunday afternoon.

Cue myself worrying about what to serve… I’m obsessive-compulsive like that *laugh*

You have to understand: until a few months ago, we didn’t have (a) decent couches or, more importantly, (b) a dining room table. The parentals recently bought themselves a new car – did I ever tell you how some stupid girl rammed into their old car, wrecked it, and that they didn’t get much out of it? – so the fact that they now had their own transport made it even more ‘necessary’ for us to finally have them over for a meal.

The weather has been a bit strange over here. It’s supposed to be Spring, yet it’s only starting to warm up now – venturing between cold (about 15 degrees Celsius) for a few days, then uncomfortably hot (for me, at least, at 32 degrees Celsius) the next. This weekend was sunny, with the heat making me feel exceptionally headachy, and not really helping to keep the apartment at an acceptable temperature since I was busy cookin’ in the kitchen… But I survived. The fan helped to cool things off a bit… And at the end of the meal I ditched the dress I was wearing in favour of short shorts and a t-shirt 😉

We had a great afternoon, with plenty of feel good moments and happiness all around!

So, here’s what was on the menu – it wasn’t a five-star meal (definitely not the most impressive dishes), but it was very nice:


– Pastry ‘bowls’ with sautéed mushrooms (my mum doesn’t eat mushrooms, so I made hers with a cherry tomato, bacon & yellow pepper filling instead)


– Homemade rolls

– Roasted green beans

– Marinated chicken breasts

– Garden salad (incl. baby potatoes + bacon)


– Fruit cocktail

– Jelly (made in silicone cupcake moulds)

– Mini, star-shaped vanilla sponge cakes

– Chocolate mousse with sliced strawberries

[I made/ baked the pastry ‘bowls’, rolls and mini cakes myself!]

Pretty flowers to brighten up the table - my Significant Other bought them for me

The 'spread', excluding dessert

Starter: pastry bowl with sautéed mushrooms

Starter: pastry bowl with cherry tomatoes, bacon + yellow pepper

Homemade rolls... which had more of a scone-like consistency... oh well

A nice salad 🙂 My Significant Other's contribution to preparing the entire meal? De-shelling the hardboiled eggs...

Roasted green beans. Sorry the pic's a bit blurry

Grilled chicken breasts & baby potatoes

Desssert: fruit cocktail, jelly, choc mousse & strawberries. I forgot to add the star cakes to the plates...

This is how the dessert was supposed to look -- I took this pic yesterday

My Significant Other & my mum

My dad! ...and me, of course...

This I DON’T need…

3 05 2011

I think I might have the flu… amongst other things.

I constantly feel like I’m burning up (this started Sunday evening) – not only in an I’m-running-a-fever kind of way, but my entire body. My hands are swollen. My nose is getting stuffy and my throat is a bit sore. I have a headache that’s bordering on a migraine (no surprise there). I just feel overall weird and ‘out of it’. I think I need some good old fashioned TLC…

I felt so absolutely guilty, mortified, and whatever else when I had to e-mail work this morning to tell them I’m sick. This after they were kind enough to give me a job for three-and-a-half weeks, trusting me and my skills to help them through a time where things need to be done professionally, albeit it quite rushed as well. And here I am, at home on my third-last day with them (for now, at least), feeling like something the cat dragged in after roughing it up outside. Luckily I’m a fast and efficient worker, so I’ll be making sure that everything that needs to be done is actually done before I leave on Thursday at 5PM.

To top off my general not-feeling-well-ness, Mother Nature also hasn’t been treating me well. In fact, I think she hates me. I’ve had so many ‘problems’ because of my messed-up ovaries (which might be genetic or not), I simply cannot stay ahead. Just when I thought things were getting back on track, I got a bladder infection in December, which messed things up all over again.

I was really hoping to start my that-time-of-the-month on Friday or Saturday, thus ensuring that it’s over and done with before the wedding, yet it was not to be. If I’m lucky, I might start today… not that it would matter, because I’m still going to have it on the Big Day.

How I hate being a woman sometimes.

I’ve had Corenza C, Nurofen Plus, some toast with oxo, and I’m about to make myself some green tea. I was considering a warm bath, but that just might make my current state of burning-up even more unbearable. Perhaps some exercise later will help… and sleep. Sleep would be nice.

Not to jinx it… but, what else could go wrong?

[Weather gods, you better make sure we have pretty darn good conditions on Saturday!!]

I love air-conditioning (and HATE summer)

5 01 2011

Good morning, everyone.

Well, it is sufficient to say that I shall once again reiterate the point that I hate summer… Yes, ‘hate’ is a pretty strong word here… though I cannot think of a more apt way to put it. Saying that I am not particularly fond of summer is a great understatement.

January has only just started, and I am already set to go into a heat-induced frenzy.

Someone get Tiffany Aching to dance with the Wintersmith again and bring back the cold!!

I was at home yesterday… and I nearly didn’t survive. My fingers and toes were swollen. The heat made me sluggish. No amount of cold water could cool me down. Our apartment was (and is) a proverbial hell. I wouldn’t have been surprised if I walked past a bunch of imps and spewing pits of lava, fire and brimstone.

And I don’t particularly believe that I am exaggerating.

I hate being warm. I hate feeling sluggish. I hate not being able to do anything but not feeling remotely capable of lying/ sitting still and thus wandering aimlessly for some sort of solace. Summer sucks. And today is going to be 38ºC in Cape Town (which means it’ll be 42 degrees in Durbanville, where our apartment is, since it’s usually three to five degrees warmer there).

Aforementioned heat predicament gives me another reason to love my working environment: the air-conditioning.

In fact, the air-conditioning is set so cold in the part of the building my desk is situated in, that sometimes I feel cold despite wearing a three-quarter jersey (thus making it unable for me to not come to work without at least bringing along a jersey).

I’m usually at work for eight & a half (and then some) hours. This makes going home in the afternoon a ‘bad experience’. First, I walk out of coolness heaven into a blast of warm air. The drive home isn’t very long, thus the car’s air-con doesn’t really make a difference, and once I’m at home, the heat-wave only worsens. Then I have to prepare supper – usually in front of the oven – and then all I want to do is crawl into bed (though tossing and turning and sweating isn’t really my idea of ‘sleep), hoping that it’ll be cooler in the morning.

Seems like the too-cold air-conditioning here at work is both a blessing and a curse.

But I’ll enjoy every moment I have with the divine machine. I’ll rather be cool for most of the day and then live with/ accept the heat (as far as it is said to be possible) than want to scream feebly at the top of my lungs hoping that someone will bring an end to the madness.

Too bad I only have six working days left at my current company :-/ It’s time to buy another fan or two for the apartment… or spend most of my free time sitting in shopping centres… or supermarkets… in the frozen foods section.

Whoever wrote the lyrics to that song, “it’s summer time and the living is easy” (or even that one where they sing that “the weather is fine”) should be drug out into the street and shot.

That is a sentiment I share quite often with Garfield.