Spring Fever

I'm back... and fighting fit. Okay, not fighting fit but definitely vertical.
Construction has started on the house again so now I can soothe the bronchitis with cement dust, plaster sand, road dust, dog dust, veld fire soot, wood shaving. Let's not forget the rising pollen count. And to think I actually entertained the idea of giving up smoking.
While in the Spring cleaning mode, I checked out my old standby, the FlyLady. Gotta love her.
Shine your sink, put on your shoes... Unfortunately, FlyLady don't live where I do. Malplotters live in redneck heaven. I have tools and car parts in my entrance. I lost the dining table years ago. As for the actual dining room, urhm, I think its the junk pile behind the other junk pile that doubles as our lounge. Oh wait. There's a spare room, garage, store room and kraal that's also choka to bursting point. I have no clue what's in there actually.
And that's nothing compared to the stuff just lying around outside. Piles and piles of 'I dunno whats' and the required junk car too. Can't be a redneck if you don't have a scrap car parked out front, rusting away.
I would dearly love to live in my clean, almost bare, easy to maintain, piece of heaven on earth. Maybe even try my hand at some interior decorating. Okay, a fancy cushion. Okay, okay, a couch that doesn't 'wooph' dust would be nice. Ceiling boards that actually cover the ceiling would be a bonus.
FlyLady. We're a lost cause. I can't clean a thing because the stuff ain't mine to boogie.
Can't even shine my sink because it's a red plastic, warped, decomposing catastrophe.
MD - please finish the new kitchen quickly. Please, please.
And yeah, the stuff lying around really bothers me.

Pack rats. Uuurrrgghh!

Germ Warfare continued

Still battling the germs.
Reckon my nose drip could end the drought - definitely keeping Kleenex in business.
Being ill like this is totally yuck. Even the novelty of sleeping all day while everyone else trudges to work has worn off. My house looks like a bomb has hit it... and I don't care.

Come on summer. Come on rain.

Germ Warfare

Jees, I haven't posted anything for ages.
Anyway, full-on germ warfare going on in our house. It started innocently enough with "Mommy, my throat is sore" and has now culminated in the entire family being on antibiotics and everything else going to pieces. I'm no fan of antibiotics but a four day fever meant serious action. We've got the whole bang-shoot. Sinusitis, Pharyngitis, Bronchitis, Tonsilitis.
The Down Side:
Doctors bill R500. Meds R1000. Work piling up in my absence.
The Up Side:
Lots of sleep. Husky voice (very sexy). I can whistle my nose and breathe like bagpipes. I got a whole new perspective on my kitchen when a dizzy spell and fever caused me to strip and lay down on the cold tiles. Involuntary diet due to loss of appetite. Drug abuse.

JK Rowling rocks!

I loved the latest and last Harry Potter book. No spoilers. Read it yourself.

Pink gone plunk

I thought it would be a treat to take Half Pint to her first rock concert. One of her favourite artisits is Pink, who is touring SA in September.
There is one show on Saturday 8th... at Sun City. Travelling 300km (return) at night is not my idea of fun, especially when you have to share dodgy roads with drunkards.
Venue of choice is the Dome, however, the show is on the 9th. Sunday 9th. 8pm.
Now organisers - pay attention. Pink's target market is young teens. There is no way I (the Parent Person) am going to allow my kid to go to a concert on a school night. It's one of those non-negotiables.
Another non-negotiable is the ticket price. R400,00 per person? R250.00 if you want to use binoculars. You gotta be kidding! That's way out of the pocket money (pamper your kid) range. Sorry Half Pint.

Keep your eyes on the road, your hands upon the wheel (Jim Morrison)

I accidentally met a woman today who gives the rest of us women drivers a bad name. I stopped to assist as there was no one else around.
She had parked her car, unintentionally, in a culvert. Sedan cars aren't designed to travel over or through culverts so it came to a rapid stop. So did the drivers' face when it kissed the steering wheel. This would not have happened had she been wearing her seatbelt.
While waiting for the ambulance, I asked if she had swerved for another car, dog, whatever. She could not say. I did notice the contents of her handbag strewn all over. Guess what she was clutched in her hand? Her mascara!
Well lady, you won't be needing the mascara for the next few weeks because you're going to look like a raccoon.

Need suggestions about trespassing

We can relate to the frustration expressed (see pictures below). Our latest battle is with a local who lifts our fence and sends his dogs in to hunt the rabbits and guinea fowl. His dogs obviously make our dogs go ballistic and are teaching ours about hunting, something we don't encourage because the area is a Reserve.
We also have hassles with unsupervised cattle herds crushing our fence, and everything else in their path, and destroying our garden and new trees (we're trying to rehabilitate back to bushveld).
The worst is the scumbags who cut our fences and use the wire to make snares, then plant the snares on the bokkie (buck) trails. I get homicidal thoughts finding the decomposed animals and worry about my pets.
All our farm animals were sold five years ago because of the aggressive poaching. Heartbreaking.
Any suggestions?