Can you believe this guy is getting paid to do this.
Do you remember your first breakup...not the teenage crush business...but your first real breakup. Maybe you were even living together. Anyway we were and typically the fight was over money. Both of us were struggling students and she said we didn't have money to spend on beer...can you believe it. Anyway a few days later I catch spending R150.00 on make-up. So I confront her saying that it seems unfair for her to spend money on herself when I had to give up beer.
"No," she said "the make-up is to make myself look pretty to you."
I told her "that's exactly what the beer is for."
We haven't spoken since:)
It's only 90 days till Halloween and you know what a big fuss Penny makes of it...it you don't click here for a refresher...sorry click here-> click me <- there (I know I'm too cheap to buy proper buttons.) I stumbled upon this blog where they have started putting up decorations and baking cookies so I guess there are others who love it just as much as my dearest.
Anyway I have a bit of a dilemma this year cos our Halloween (Thornhill Housing Estate's Halloween that is) will fall on 28 Oct (it's a Saturday and gives us a whole day to tidy up before returning to work - very practical my housing estate.) but it is also the day of my high school 20 year reunion...crikey am I really that old.....and I kinda promised them I'd go before I realised it was the same weekend.....so what to do...erm...eh....Thwack! (There's that thwack sound again).....guess I'll see you all at the 40 year reunion kids...unless you want to come to a Halloween party?
If you don't have an invite yet don't think that means you're not coming. Penny likes to leave that to the very last minute...makes it more exciting wondering who's going to make it. Be warned it's the last Saturday in October so keep the day clear.
Why am I telling you all this....well first of all because it is getting near and I am getting worried.....and secondly I needed a good excuse to show this picture. Halloween one of these for my dog I must get!.
BTW if you are wondering about the twacking sound here is a little exercise to illustrate.
1. Rollup a newspaper
2. Hand it to your significant other
3. Tell them you'd rather stick sharp pins in your eyes than visit their family next Satur.....
4. Twack............
Geddit.
It's been almost six months since I decided to become a vegetarian and...well I'm still alive...so maybe it's about time I spilt the beans on how it all happened.
I was harmlessly browsing our favourite baywatch babes web site, Pamela Anderson dot Com, when the wife shuffles up behind me, tweaks my ear and drawls
"....whatcha ya dooooinnngg...."
"Erm...aahhh....just...errrr...researching Peta......and vegetarians....." I stammer to a start. "And would you believe Pam is a vegetarian" I rush along the home stretch, smirking a little at my own ingenuity.
"Why?" the light of my life spits like a bokdrol at a witblits convention* (I had to have 3 stitches just where the glare ricocheted of my forehead.)
"Well, I was think of maybe becoming a veggie too?"...me... rolling the old puppy dog eyes...
And I haven't dared eat a piece of meat since.
Out there somewhere in the farm lands of South Africa are a handful of cows, a dozen chickens and assorted porkies and skaapies (sheep) who owe their very ongoing existence to Pammies Silly-cone Tits (PST's for short......tee-hee guess they're never short!).
*For the none Souf Aff-i-cans, or the cultural challenged Saffers, witblits (white lightning) is the equivalent of moonshine and a bokdrol is an antelope dropping and yes there is an honest to goodness sport where people compete and see how far they can spit them....hey hey hey don't judge...we didn't get TV here till the mid 1970's. You have to keep yourself entertained somehow.
Tell you what though it was easier to find a picture of the PSTs than a bokdrol spitter to illustrate this article. (And that's my excuse and I'm sticking to it.)
Thwack.......
<sometime later>
Retribution was swift, painful and necessitated a return trip to the ER.
SABC (South African Broadcasting Corporation) came to visit Petrel Computer Consultants last week. They run an educational program called Enterprise Zone that gives hints and tips to entrepreneurs starting out or already running a small business. They were shooting a show on technology in small business and Penny was asked to appear as a small business consultant.
The guys where very professional, they arrived exactly on time which is virtually unheard of in South Africa where we run mostly on African time...(you know GMT +2 or +2.5 or +2.75 or whatever...as long as we get there in the correct week it should be close enough). Everyone and everything fitted into one Toyota Corolla, lights, cameras, soundman, cameraman, directory and presenter...not bad...
They shuffled some furniture, switched off all our noisy computer equipment and started by interviewing Penny...who speaks beautifully and a great length when she is not in front of a camera but get that film rolling and it's take 1...take 2...take 78....get another cassette from the car boys...take 145....
Next they wanted some "Petrel at work" scenes but all of our staff had made themselves scarce so we called them back to the offices and explained the simulated working scenarios...and boy were they good at simulating work, took to it like naturals...makes me wonder what they do most of the time.
After two hours of filming, a couple of cold drinks and a bit of goofing around in the car park it was all over..."in the can" as us pro's in the business like to call it.
Not sure when it will air or how much of what was filmed will be shown. Hopefully we will get more details in the next week or two.
BTW There are more pictures.....but not too many I promise.....posted on flickr. Have a look.
As the father to a teenage daughter I used to appreciated the 8 simple rules for dating my daughter originally penned by W Bruce Cameron. But now as she has moved out and is nearly 21 I no longer give a crap.
Remember the additional 2 rules added by someone who was not Jack Yoest - well they can be disregarded as well.
If you are wondering what I am rabbiting on about then read the comments to this post......it may make sense.....or not!
I wonder if W Bruce Cameron has copywrite over the term "8 Simple Rules for Dating My Teenage Daughter".
Shit...now I better hunt down who originally penned the Koala and the Lizard joke so I don't have a rabid Aussie after me as well.
I think my wife might be spoiling our pets but I'm not sure let me know what you think. Our pets are two staffies, Pee-Nut, the dog, is about 6 years old and Lady, the bitch...oops sorry Lady...is about 4. Pee-Nut is the apple of his mother's eye and she endearingly calls him Pee-Nut Pooh or Fatboy. Because Lady is the baby of the family and her name doesn't rhyme with Pee-Nut Pooh she is more commonly called Baby, Baby-Pooh or sometimes Slinky-Dinky...if you're a female reader and see the logic in this I am happy for you...if you're a male reader thinking "What the Fraaaacck" then do what I do; smile and say "Yes dear". (This is a self preservation technique learnt by most male primates in the 5th to 7th year of marriage....btw Orang-utans don't bother they just live on their own in the jungle, stay-up late, eat lots of fermented fruit and suffer from chronic diarrhoea...oh boy what a life!)
So the other night was pretty hot and Baby-Pooh was panting non-stop. Actually she was panting so much I don't think she was really following her favourite TV show...CSI...the original CSI (Las Vegas)...she's sweet on Nick Stokes. My wife thought it would be a good idea to cool her down with an ice brick from the freezer.
Where was I when the Slinky-Dinky was being pampered like an Egyptian jackal deity.....probably ironing.....
I am a 30 something...okay...nearly 40 year old computer consultant. I am married with two dogs.
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