Friday, June 29, 2007
Wednesday, June 27, 2007
Tuesday, June 26, 2007
Sympathy cards suck
I should point out I've been shopping for them, not receiving them.
I have come to suspect that they are designed for people who lose elderly relatives, because they all seem to have a slight air of 'well it wasn't unexpected really' about them. I'm not sure whether I despise the 'there are no words' card which upon opening is filled with the worst drivel imaginable or the 'In sympathy - words by Helen Steiner Rice (written on the outside of the card)' more. The words by just seems to say "here are some pretty words to make you feel better, there there, I couldn't think of anything else".
Where are the words that express what you really feel, like in the words of a good friend of the bereaved husband "this is just the most fuckedest thing ever". Where are the cards that say "I don't know how to help you, but call anytime day or night", where is the honesty? How can I give someone a card saying I share their sorrow when they have just lost their wife and I'm still here and so is my husband? Why are sappy rhyming words supposed to take the pain away of losing your soul mate, friend, beloved relative? Whoever writes those fucking awful things should be shot. Of course the irony being that then someone would buy their loved ones a ridiculous card that means nothing, and it won't bring her back.
I have come to suspect that they are designed for people who lose elderly relatives, because they all seem to have a slight air of 'well it wasn't unexpected really' about them. I'm not sure whether I despise the 'there are no words' card which upon opening is filled with the worst drivel imaginable or the 'In sympathy - words by Helen Steiner Rice (written on the outside of the card)' more. The words by just seems to say "here are some pretty words to make you feel better, there there, I couldn't think of anything else".
Where are the words that express what you really feel, like in the words of a good friend of the bereaved husband "this is just the most fuckedest thing ever". Where are the cards that say "I don't know how to help you, but call anytime day or night", where is the honesty? How can I give someone a card saying I share their sorrow when they have just lost their wife and I'm still here and so is my husband? Why are sappy rhyming words supposed to take the pain away of losing your soul mate, friend, beloved relative? Whoever writes those fucking awful things should be shot. Of course the irony being that then someone would buy their loved ones a ridiculous card that means nothing, and it won't bring her back.
Sunday, June 24, 2007
Thailand #1
(I hope this comes out in english)
Well, after 36 hours in transit, i finally arrived on the island of Kho Pangan and miraculously found the Boy, who had arrived here 8 hours previously.
Reasons to love my Boy:
1) he found a place to stay on a beautiful beach away from the main tourist area, called Haad Yao. (Haad = beach) It has a coral reef 25 meters off shore...
2) he knows how to ride a manual moped* and managed not to drop me as he rode us round the island. A bit funny though, cos the hills are steep, and a few times i had to get off and walk up cos the little 4-stroke moped couldn't manage both of us. You feel a right twit with a helmet on your head, running up a hill after a bike.
We have eaten prawns that are 200grams each, barracuda, and crazy fried things at the market stalls in town. We have lounged around in hammocks for hours. We have gotten horibly lost and seen some of the most beautiful countryside, coated in coconut palms, bananas, and big cows. And a shack cobbled together with scraps of wood and other building materials, fitted with a sattelite dish.
Also, we are owned by a dog. This is awesome.
The beach has a number of 'resorts'** along its length, and most of them have their resident dogs, and there are also a couple of trouble makers who may not belong to anyone. But the dog politics is pretty full-on. And if we pay attention to the wrong dog, the dog who owns us (and everyone else in our resort) get very protective and chases the other dog away and herds us to make sure we don't stray again. Very amusing.
The resort is actauly run, as far as we can see, by one guy caled Chai, who is something less than 15 years old. He does everything, including attempting, without success, to teach me how to ride a scooter.
So far, my first two days of holiday have been brilliant. Jealous yet?
* scooter with foot-operated gears, but no clutch.
** collection of bungalows, with a simple restaurant/bar/tv room common area. There are also a couple of independent restaurants and bars along the beach, that set chairs out on the sand in the evening. Beach al fresco dining is the best.
Well, after 36 hours in transit, i finally arrived on the island of Kho Pangan and miraculously found the Boy, who had arrived here 8 hours previously.
Reasons to love my Boy:
1) he found a place to stay on a beautiful beach away from the main tourist area, called Haad Yao. (Haad = beach) It has a coral reef 25 meters off shore...
2) he knows how to ride a manual moped* and managed not to drop me as he rode us round the island. A bit funny though, cos the hills are steep, and a few times i had to get off and walk up cos the little 4-stroke moped couldn't manage both of us. You feel a right twit with a helmet on your head, running up a hill after a bike.
We have eaten prawns that are 200grams each, barracuda, and crazy fried things at the market stalls in town. We have lounged around in hammocks for hours. We have gotten horibly lost and seen some of the most beautiful countryside, coated in coconut palms, bananas, and big cows. And a shack cobbled together with scraps of wood and other building materials, fitted with a sattelite dish.
Also, we are owned by a dog. This is awesome.
The beach has a number of 'resorts'** along its length, and most of them have their resident dogs, and there are also a couple of trouble makers who may not belong to anyone. But the dog politics is pretty full-on. And if we pay attention to the wrong dog, the dog who owns us (and everyone else in our resort) get very protective and chases the other dog away and herds us to make sure we don't stray again. Very amusing.
The resort is actauly run, as far as we can see, by one guy caled Chai, who is something less than 15 years old. He does everything, including attempting, without success, to teach me how to ride a scooter.
So far, my first two days of holiday have been brilliant. Jealous yet?
* scooter with foot-operated gears, but no clutch.
** collection of bungalows, with a simple restaurant/bar/tv room common area. There are also a couple of independent restaurants and bars along the beach, that set chairs out on the sand in the evening. Beach al fresco dining is the best.
Saturday, June 23, 2007
Friday, June 22, 2007
Have Your Apocalypse Now
OMG!!1!!! Look what I found on YouTube
Now all I need is the 'Speaking South African 101' (or whatever its called) sketch and I'll be fulfilled.
"Thats not a grillra, thats me wyfe"
Rob said that to me during our wedding ceremony and we still say it. Cracks me up.
Now all I need is the 'Speaking South African 101' (or whatever its called) sketch and I'll be fulfilled.
"Thats not a grillra, thats me wyfe"
Rob said that to me during our wedding ceremony and we still say it. Cracks me up.
Wednesday, June 20, 2007
I put some washing on the line!
It seemed kinda exciting at the time. There's this blue stuff in the sky I haven't seen for a while...
Maybe I should get out more.
Maybe I should get out more.
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