If you really knew me...

Man, I have to be honest, when I first started seeing these posts spreading across the blogosphere like a field on fire, I was one of the mice who tried running away from it. But in recent days a few things sprung up in my head that I wanted to share, just random every day things. And now it has found form in this 'If you really knew me..' post. Bleh.

So, if you really knew me:

~ You'd know that I barely ever wear jewellery. If I put it on, you know I'm glamming it up.

~ You'd know that I have a scar on my shoulder of which I am very self-conscious of, and that because of this, I rarely wear short/no sleeves.

~ You'd know that when people ask me why I have the scar, I tell them that I was shot in a mugging, as I have a similar - but smaller - scar on the exact same spot on my chest. But you would also know that it was actually two malignant moles that had to be removed.

~ You'd know that I love snakes! And any reptile for that matter. But bring a cricket close to me, and you'll get a whole different story. My fear started after an ugly mother of a mole cricket jumped into my shirt once, and I couldn't get it out! Shit scary stuff.

~ Also, you'd know better than to leave me in a dark room all by myself. Or to switch off the lights in the house when I'm alone somewhere. Want to hear a banshee scream? Then switch off those lights.

Turning off a light by myself also makes me run, real fast. It kinda looks something like this.

~ You'd know that my two dogs, Mila and Jethro, are really my children. I speak to them as Mommy {ha, this is so much weirder when I write it down} and when people come and visit I tell my pups to say hullo to auntie-so and uncle-such.

~ You'd, unfortunately, know that as much as I can be nice and loving and caring, I can also be double that in my bitchiness. Worst is, that I don't always realise that I am being a bitch. 

~ You'd know that I am getting married to my best friend in 199 days. That's 6 months and 15 days from now. 

~You'd know that I am almost blind without my glasses - night blind too - and when I forget my glasses at home, and have to drive home after dark - I use the car in front of me's lights as guidance.

~ You'd know that I like a good bottle of whiskey, wine and a good bout of curse words.

~You'd know that I hate to have my feet covered when I sleep. Hate it.

~ You'd know that I love sticking my fingers in other people's food and picking the yummy stuff. But that I hate it when people do it to me. 

~ Do you know me better now? Good. haha ~

 

Speculations and assumptions

I have noticed that as soon as you reach a certain age in your life - particularly in your twenties - that people always make the assumption that you are pregnant when you say you are nauseous. That's the first thing they jump too. Why is this?

Truth is, I had low blood sugar, because I didn't eat enough breakfast this morning (eet jou pappies!) and also didn't feel like eating my store-bought sandwich, as it {after buying and opening it - and not reading the label} had mustard seeds and gherkins on it. Yuck. So I was left in my dizzying state of nausea and complained to my friends, with a few people overhearring - everyone's first reaction was - oh my goodness are you pregnant? No!

I'm still not ready for kids by a long haul. Even if they are damn cute.

Speaking of children, my canine-child Mila gave me a heart failure on Saturday. I though she was stolen and was hysterically ugly crying in the car, when I was actually supposed to keep my eyes open and search for her. I apologise to the SPCA guy who I cursed and called an idiot.

Turns out that, while we were away from home, Miss Mila had greeted the neighbours over our six feet wall, as she always does. A thunderstorm was brewing, and while greeting them, a huge thunderclap struck. Apparently staffies fear thunder. All my staffies have. She jumped the fence and was chilling, cozily,  with them the entire afternoon.

I swear, I would probably still be ugly hysterical crying if I didn't find her.

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Karma - does it exist?

Do you believe in Karma? The Hindu law states that every act done, no matter how insignificant, will eventually return to the doer with equal impact. Good will be returned with good; evil with evil.

And since Hindu’s believe in reincarnation, karma knows no simple birth/death boundaries. If good or evil befall you, it is because of something you did in this or a previous lifetime.

As a Christian, I don’t agree with the latter, but I think that there are some biblical principles that could be tied up with karma.

In Luke 6 Jesus talks to his disciples and teaches them about loving your enemies. He states that you should “²⁸bless those who curse you, pray for those who mistreat you . . . ³⁰give to everyone who asks you and if anyone takes what belongs to you, do not demand it back. ³¹Do to others as you would have them do to you.

There, in verse 31, is where I find the connection to karma. Do unto others, as you would like to be done unto you.

It is this verse that keeps me motivated to help people – I don’t do it to get shine, or to have something good happen to me in return. I also will not go into detail about this, because I am not here to brag about it, I would like to show you the kind acts that has been returned to me.

Card dilemma

A week or two ago I had a really hectic workout session in the gym, with a personal trainer. I eventually threw up. It might have been exhaustion, or the fact that I had been off sick the week before, with sinusitis. Point is, this nausea continued for a little while, which meant that I was moving very slowly.

In the meantime, Flip phoned me and said that he had also become ill and that I should buy some soup for dinner. I also wanted to get him some MedLemon, to speed up recovery. In my grocery bag, there were also some fruits. All of this equated to about R100 {about $11}.

The day before I received a new bankcard, and at the till, I tried to pay with this card. It declined about four times, before I decided to walk with my stiff and nauseated body to the other side of the mall to withdraw money. I had success.

However, you would note that I had to walk to the other side of the mall, at a very slow pace, it took me about ten minutes. By the time I returned to Woolies, a mid-30’s lady was waiting outside for me. “Did you come right my dear?” she asked. I answered yes, and asked why. She answered: “Well, I was waiting here for you to see if you came right, because if you didn’t, I would pay for your things.”

I nearly started crying. How nice of this lady to reach out to me like this! I phoned my mom, messaged my friends. I was dumbfounded. And it was awesome.

I did pay for my own stuff, don’t worry.

Another gym story

My second story is much shorter, but also gym related. I have really long and thick hair, which is sometimes more a curse than a blessing. Getting that problem sorted today.

Anyway, on this particular day, my hair was being extra thick and extra stubborn and I couldn’t get into a proper bun or ponytail, it was just all over the place. A lady in the dressing room sees me struggling with this thick mess on my head and hands me two extra hairbands.

“Here, you have them,” she says. “I can see you are struggling.”

I put my hair into a tight braid and had a fantastic workout.

……..

Doing nice things, doing unto others, as I would like to receive, should not just be a motivator for me – but to everyone. It’s the happiness that I got out of moments like these that will keep seeing me picking up strangers that are struggling next to the road and give them a lift, or dop other nice things.

Do something nice today. You might get more joy out of it than the person you are helping. 

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My thoughts on this movie...

This weekend I watched Moonrise Kingdom for the first time, and while I am left a little more than confused, I still loved it. Wes Anderson is definitely one of my favourite directors, and I will definitely watch his movies over and over again. I cannot count the number of times I have watched The Royal Tennenbaums, one of my all time favourite movies, or Fantastic Mr Fox. 

This guys is nothing short of genius - this movie too. Although I think these kids are a bit crazy; I loved the young love that blossomed, the random gnome-like narrator, the director's trademarks and the dysfunctional family. Best!

What this movie did to me though, is give me the sudden urge to escape to a 16-mile island, with an old battery-operated record player, and camp. {Honeymoon hint Flip. And it should be a luxury tent.} Or, it could be fort in my own house.

I found some inspiration on Pinterest for my urge. Perhaps I will build a fort in my living room tonight. Flip and I usually love building a Christmas bed in front of the tv, especially if its too hot in our bedroom, as their is aircon in the living room.