Archive for June 2009
I am astounded at Michael’s natural business sense.
He is doing very well as South African agent for WeGolf, the excellent application for cellphones that works as a fully functional golf GPS and electronic scorecard, among other features. It is a fraction of the cost of what you’d pay for other golf GPS products on the market.
If you are a golfer, or you know someone who is passionate about golf, please pay a visit to Michael’s new WeGolf blog: www.wegolfsa.wordpress.com
Overseas visitors welcome too, of course, as Wegolf is an international product.
P.S. Great Father’s Day Gift. We all know how hard it is to shop for the father in one’s life. If he’s a golfer, this is guaranteed to put a big smile on his face, and the bling back in his swing
I don’t know how I managed it, but my hair now looks exactly like it did when I was in Std. 6. (That’s grade 8, for overseas folk and new generation Saffies). I didn’t like it then, and I don’t like it now.
I want to grow out my ultra-short style a little, so asked the hairdresser for short back and sides but to leave it long on the top.
Well, it now looks like Harry Potter’s do. Of course, I didn’t know this back in grade 8, because Harry Potter didn’t exist back then. Not even as a twinkle in J.K. Rowling’s eye.
But he does exist now, and I was frankly horrified at the resemblance, lol.
I noticed it first when I had my specs on. Firstly because Harry has specs, thereby cementing my fate as his lookalike and secondly because I could see my reflection better when I had my specs on. Alas.
Of all the celebs in the world, the one I’d least like to look like is old H.P.
Nothing wrong with him, per se. As I understand it he single-handedly raised the value of Bloomsbury shares by quite a whopping amount on the stock exchange.
Still don’t wan’t to look like him though.
I generally tend to go more for Meg Ryan. Think French Kiss or City of Angels.
Thank heavens I don’t have brown hair, or they’d be stopping me in the street for my autograph. Well, Harry’s autograph
I thought to myself, at least I have an item or two in my arsenal that I didn’t have back in school. Like hair gel. (I have no idea why this is. It was early nineties, everyone had hair gel! The least I could have done to that bouffant little do would’ve been to flatten it somewhat with some gel. But no, I left if puffy and shiny - no wonder I didn’t have a boyfriend that year
So I plastered some gel on after washing my hair. (Actually, a day or two after a wash, my hair settles down quite nicely. It is only immediately post wash that it looks so…grade 8. But how long can I realistically go without a wash? )
The post gel look is somewhat better, although my hair is still valiantly trying to attempt a mushroom. (Now, Hair: get with the program! This is the year 2009. We don’t do The Mushroom anymore. Especially seeing as how we are nearly 30. Remember? Might as well have a step cut and be done with it. Really, man.And while you’re at it, cut out the Harry Potter impersonation! )
WATCH THAT DOGGY DOOR
Could you imagine coming home from
work to find this tiny creature napping
on your couch with your dog?
Guess who came home for dinner?
It followed this beagle home, right
through the doggy door. This
happened in Maryland recently. The
owner came home to find the visitor
had made himself right at home.
This hit the 6 o’clock news big time.
Isn’t this adorable?
Send this to all your friends,
especially the animal lovers
and give them a big smile.
Okay, how cute is that? It certainly brought a smile to my face on this cold and dreary day
Our trusty HP camera is once again out of action. Luckily, it’s just the rechargable batteries that need to be replaced, but they’re kind of expensive. To the tune of R150. They’re supposed to last longer than 2.5 months though, surely. I think it could be due to the fact that I am charging them through the docking station.
In the meantime, before I get so far as to replace the damn batteries again, I am taking photo’s with Michael’s Nokia N95, which does take quite stunning photo’s.
Here is one of the exquisite sunset we had this afternoon, taken from our front yard. I’ve never seen one quite like it…
I also tried to take a photo of my Double Delight that did its swan song of the season, but unfortunately the camera focused on the brick wall behind the rose. I’m not exactly au fait with the settings on the cell’s camera. Still, you can get an idea of the absolute beauty of this rose. It is a bi-colour, with the unsullied cream as the base colour and then the vivid contrast of the scarlet margins where the sun has touched it.
And nothing can beat its perfume. It has the most luxuriously lovely scent I have come across. Only wish I could bottle it!
I have such a silly little head cold. Not actually feeling sick, but am sneezing and snuffling beyond what could be considered comfortable. Oh yes, and this awful little wheezy cough that is reserved exclusively for when my head gets lowered onto the pillow. Michael says he got no sleep last night.
That is why I am still awake, with no intention of going to bed. I don’t feel like lying in the dark, unable to sleep, bored and trying to keep from coughing because a) it is bothering Michael, and b) once I start it builds up into a bit of a frenzied coughing crescendo.
So I thought of doing a blog post, thus making it four out of four consecutive days. Haven’t done that in a while.
But, alas, no inspiration.
I could discuss the book I’m reading, Maeve Binchy’s new novel Heart and Soul. I’ve only just started it, but it looks to be up to her usual standard.
My eyes are hugely improved, so I can do a bit of reading again, which is nice.
Obviously, the optic neuritis is quite thin-skinned because it left quite promptly after I told it to f-off. If only I had known it was that easy.
For lack of better content, I decided to trawl through my photo collection and post a few pics. I soon discovered though (and this is a shocker) that 99.9% of the photo’s I have are either of my roses or of Bluebeary. So they will have to do. I came across a folder where we were busy annoying the dog by trying to make her pose with a beautiful full-blown rose…
Grrrr. Get that thing out of my face – I am a scary poochie, grrr.
Except, I’m not really. I’m just a big, huggable teddy-bear.
Here I am with my husky friend, Nikita.
Enough with the stinking rose, already! I’m a watch-dog, not a flower child.
I even got Michael to pose.
But then Beary came and stole the show again
lol – maybe I need a new hobby?
… so I can have an outlet for my moans and groans again, ha ha. Did miss the huge shoulder to cry on that is my blog.
Don’t know how I managed to stay away so long, actually.
Oh yes. I had no internet. That old chestnut.
Back to business though. On today’s agenda:
My recurring optic neuritis.
(BTW, if you’d like to skip to the end of the post, there are some photo’s. Just saying).
Is. Driving. Me. Nuts!
Okay, so you know about the relapse. It started off mildly enough, but eventually hotted up to be probably the worst I’ve had since starting on the trial meds. Exam stress? I don’t know, but something was aggravating that bugger.
I had the usual tingles and bolts of electricity up and down various limbs. Hardly batted an eyelid at that. Then it progressed to my right foot, which made me sit up and take a bit of notice because I’m not about to give up driving again. Our marriage barely made it through the last stint of me not driving (which lasted a good four years, at least). Ha ha. Even the best husband on earth (i.e. mine) can only make it through so many enforced shopping trips with his wife before he starts to crack.
Anyway, that freaked me out. And then my right hand started losing feeling and sensitivity. Which = terrified pianist.
But the worst symptom, by far, was the optic neuritis. It has a new slant now, which is tension headaches if I read anything, be it a book, a blog or a freaking tv guide. Because of the eye strain, I can only imagine. Great sensitivity to sunlight, also, but I’ve had that before.
Not a recipe for fun times for a book lover and internet junkie such as myself. No sir.
I ended up going to hospital and treating with one gram Solu-medrol. (They actually ask me at the hospital now, “Will that be your regular?”
Afterwards, true to form, I regretted not having taken more of the meds. I needn’t have worried though, as everything has cleared up quite nicely to what it was before. Not perfect, but it is what it is, and I can live with it. I can drive, I can make sweet(ish) music and I can read.
Last night, however, after spending some time on the internet, I went to sleep with a very unpleasant tension headache, centered right behind my right eye.
Now I don’t know if it has come back, or if it never went away in the first place but subsided somewhat from me not being on the computer much. Or (and this is my favourite option) it is still busy healing but is just not 100% yet. I hope that is it. My poor immune system is still recovering from the last round of steroids and I’ve picked up yet another feeble little cold.
The optic neuritis is by far my most recurrant symptom of MS, and frankly it sucks quite a lot.
Another thing that is bothering me is why am I still getting relapses every 2-3 months when everybody else on the Fingolimod trials seems to have 0 relapses on the meds? Maybe I need to start investigating other treatment options here. The optic neuritis and I have reached the end of the road and one of us has to go. And it’s not going to be me. I was here first. So kindly f*ck off, Optic Neuritis. I’ve had enough of you to last me a lifetime. B’bye now. Off you go. Don’t let the door hit your ass on the way out.
What has finally pushed me over the edge is the headaches. I am a huge sissy when it comes to headaches. I could handle the optic neuritis when it was just dimming my vision but I draw the line at headaches, dammit.
Good to have that off my chest. Tune in tomorrow for another whinge. Bring your own cheese, I’ll provide the whine
And now for the photo’s. Think of it as a photographic Bluebeary update.
This is quite a funny story. We didn’t know it at the time of the photo being taken but there was a mouse living in this couch. But Beary knew! She’d either paw at the couch to try and convey to us dim-wits that there was a MOUSE in her couch. Or else she’d try and stick her face in the couch (as shown above) to get a good sniff.
Our Beary is a looker, alright. This photo was taken yesterday. Isn’t she growing up into the most stunning dog?
Case in point.
This beautiful specimen, which we think is a moth, flew in one evening expressively to be photographed, I think. It risked life and limb when it posed on the tile like this as it was too much for Beary to resist. I had to head her off at the pass, (i.e. tell Michael to control his dog, lol) take the photo real quick and then escort the creature outside to a porch light before it got dismembered. It was just too pretty to be dismembered
Shawna, if you can identify it, I’ll be very impressed
Rose season is sort of drawing to a close in the cold weather. I’m actually surprised there are still a few blooms to be had. Here is a bouquet that I gave my mom and gran while my gran was visiting us for two weeks.
And here is a little posie that I gave my mom-in-law for her birthday.
The beautiful Pearl of Bedfordview giving it one last show for the season.
While I was feeling so sharty, Michael asked me what he could buy me to make me feel better. A chocolate maybe? I told him there was only one thing that would make me feel better and that was a rose plant. Hence the above Bella Rosa, which means ‘beautiful rose’ in Italian, and you can see why.
I think I’ll leave it at that and quit while I’m ahead. Rather that than quitting while I’m a headache! I can feel the eyes are straining so best be off…
Hardly know how to start this post it has been such a long time (well over a month ;-p) since I last blogged.
Actually, I’d still be dragging my heels if it weren’t for the sweetest comments that I have been receiving. Thanks guys
So let me start with the big catch up.
First off: the exam. I ended up NOT doing it, after all the hype. Maybe that’ll teach me to keep my mouth shut in future until it’s a done deal.
What happened was that I had a bit of an MS relapse (totally scheduled, of course, I do tend to have them every 2-3 months, lucky me). So it affected my hands and eyes a bit, which wasn’t ideal. Would it have caused me to fail? Maybe. But I was way behind schedule as far as the syllabus went, so decided I didn’t need the added stress of all day study sessions and the odd all-nighter. I think that would have just put the relapse into overdrive.
So I got a medical cert. from the doc and got the university to transfer my exam to second session. (October). That does suit me better. I can’t believe how I’ve underestimated this exam.
My sis (the music teacher) told me that no-one can do a Grade 7 in 3 months unless they are a serious muso and genius. That did make me feel better.
So now I can relax and take it easy (but not too easy, lol)
Thank you so much for the lovely support from all of you though. Especially Gen for remembering the date of my exam and sending me good luck wishes on facebook. You are such a sweetheart, cuz! Love you lots.
So that was the exam. After that I had the flu quite badly. Then the relapse went quite mad and I had to treat that, then some sort of stomach bug hit – I didn’t know what was next! I’m okay again now, thank goodness. Touch wood!
As if that wasn’t bad enough, we also haven’t been online much this past month. First our service provider changed their product and everyone’s passwords and it was hectic because suddenly no-one could go online and they had a huge waiting-list of people to help. It took about two weeks before we were sorted out. And then this week our phone-line was off due to maintenance on the cables. It finally got fixed this morning and it’s just heavenly to be online again. Woohoo!
Got internet – will blog
In other news, our washing-machine gave up the ghost. Just wouldn’t switch on one good day. I phoned this marvelous contact I have for washing-machine repairs and he showed up fairly pronto. Turns out there has been a MOUSE living in my washing-machine that chewed up all the wiring. Furry little bastard! I shouldn’t speak ill of the dead, though. May his mousey little soul R.I.P.
The repairman whipped out a roll of electrician’s tape and within five minutes had patched up the wiring. I am currently washing the backlog of clothes that collected in the short time the machine was out of order. It’s like everybody (ahem) went ballistic and wore as much clothes as they possibly could
Now that I have the catch-up post out of the way, regular programming can resume
If by some miracle you are still tuned, please do continue to visit.
And once again, a huge thank you for all the lovely comments during my lengthy absence and the good luck wishes for the exam that never was. But will be at a later stage.
Chow for now.