Archive for March, 2010

I had a very pleasant Monday

Monday, March 15th, 2010
Twitt

Since I worked on Saturday, I had today off work.

What a pleasant day it turned out to be.

I got up, did my yoga workout had breakfast and headed back to bed for another hour.

Then I completed a UNISA assignment and uploaded it online. (Thank goodness for this feature.)

After a shower put my trainers on and took a walk to Claremont library, one of my favourite places (any library, really).

Next was a visit to FNB to deposit my Google Adsense cheque. The teller at foreign exchange remembered me from the last time.

On my way home I stopped at my parents home for a short visit, stopped at the post office to pick up the cutest earrings I bought on Bidorbuy.

And then came home for a nap and made supper.

The weather was so pleasant, warm with a slight breeze.

Tomorrow I’m back at the office, however today was just perfect.

My new life as a Vegetarian

Sunday, March 14th, 2010
Twitt

We had a workshop at the office on Saturday that included lunch.

When I eventually got to the table after putting equipment away, there was nothing left on the one vegetarian platter provided.

Of course other platters overflowed with meat-filled dishes, with plenty left over.

And that’s generally how my life as a vegetarian outside my home has been.

No one can be bothered about appropriate food, even when I’m not the only vegetarian in attendance.

Even my family reacted rather suprisingly as if I had joined a religious cult and had to disown them. “What about Christmas?” my sister asked. She also wanted to know what I would eat at get-togethers when they braai meat.

So far I’ve been mostly avoiding eating meals cooked outside my home.

Except for the occassional cheese and tomato sandwich from the cafe.

Even Woolworths in Kenilworth Centre had no vegetarian pies when I went looking for a quick meal.

Checkers’ pies were just awful the one time I managed to find a feta and cheese pie.

Other than that, I don’t miss eating meat, because I’m fully aware of what the animals go through to get to my plate.

I cook meatless dishes without problems as I only occassionaly ate meat before, anyway.

I received an email from a former colleague this morning telling me I was glowing at the workshop yesterday.

Knowing how crappy the past few weeks have been, I can only attribute it to blindness on her side or the fact that I’m making choices (like not eating meat, amongst others) that matches my conscience.

To Wear or Not to Wear a Bafana Bafana Jersey

Wednesday, March 10th, 2010
Twitt

Maybe I’m just being contrary as usual, but I don’t understand this whole story about wearing a Bafana Bafana jersey to show your support for our national soccer team at the World Cup.

What on earth is that all about?

Firstly I will not wear any team sport jersey.  I’m a fan of the Stormers, Liverpool, WP, Cobras and of all SA National team sports – however I see no reason to let everyone know.

As disappointing as my team might sometimes get (Liverpool!), I still support them – including Bafana.

I am also a patriotic South African am in 100%  support of the soccer World Cup being held in our city and country and will be shouting myself hoarse in June/July supporting Bafana.

However…

My walking buddy and her colleagues all received Bafana t-shirts to wear on Fridays and some of my colleagues bought their own and have worn them to the office. 

Even parliamentarians received free shirts (as if they need any more free stuff).

I just don’t get it. 

If you, as an individual choose to wear a jersey at home or to a sports match, then good and well. But why must we all act like peas in a pod?

I’ve fought hard to show my individuality – even if I’m the only one in SA not wearing a Bafana jersey on a Friday, so be it!

The Heat is On – In Cape Town!

Tuesday, March 9th, 2010
Twitt

This morning we woke up to some cloud and a measure of cooler weather – compared to the last few scorchers!

I absolutely love summer and I love hot sunny days, but yesterday was beyond bearable, even for me. Fortunately we were in doors most of the time, with airconditioning.

My flat is felt cool when I got home from work. Much cooler than outside anyway, because I’ve been opening the windows and doors early in the morning and closing up before the sun rises.

Since there’s no one at home during the day, when I get home, everything is nice and cool.

That is until sunset! Arggghhh, then it just feels humid and hot, especially with the computer generating it’s own heat!

It looks like we might get a bit of rain today though it’s still very humid.

I’m almost looking forward to winter. Almost.

Can Men and Women be ‘Just Friends’?

Sunday, March 7th, 2010
Twitt

I read an article in Fairlady questioning whether one has reason to be concerned if your boyfriend or husband’s best friend is female.

And that female is not you!

Which begs the question – can men and women be just friends?

For me the answer isn’t cut and dried. It depends.

I’ve always had male friends, some married and others not and we’ve never crossed any lines.

However, there is usually a context, like we hang out at work or our friendship is based on shared interests like sport, politics or computers.

There’s never a discussion about our intimate relationships, or complaints about partners and no hanging out alone at my flat, or phone calls and SMSes or going to parties without our partners at night.

In other words, there are lines drawn that doesn’t get crossed.

For me it’s easy though. I compartmentalise my life anyway. I don’t socialise with colleagues after work and my home life stays at home. Friends are friends and boyfriends are romantic partners.

If my partner (past and future) should have similar relationships, I would not be concerned.

But if I started feeling doubt, I know there would be reason to be concerned and would say so.

I’m not the jealous type and I trust my instincts.

However even before getting into a relationship, I set boundaries of what is acceptable to me.

And if we are not on the same page about respecting our relationship, there is nothing left to talk about.