Archive for March 2007
We have a plague of ants in our house. The whole town is complaining, actually. People are paying ant-exterminators huge sums of money to come and sort them out, but to no avail.
Serves us right, though. We’ve killed off most of the natural enemies of the ant. And used so much poison that they have become immune!
I have an idea for a business. I want to get myself an aardvark. A real one. A baby, if possible, so that I can house-train it. And so that it can be tame. They’re very shy creatures, in their natural habitat. Mine would be a real party-animal, though. After a good day’s work, of course. We’d call ourselves Maardvark. (Maggie and the Aardvark). We’d be available to perform our clean-up operation on any ant problem, large or small. We’d have to do the night-shift though, as Aardvarks are nocturnal, and, in their natural state, so are Maggies.
Michael callously said that the Aardvark would be dead in a week, because of all the poison people spray on their ants. Point taken. But I’m still toying with the idea. Where to get one, though. And a license. Think of how in demand we would be!
On a smaller scale, I was very pleased to note that a medium to large sized lizard has taken up residence in our living room, which seems to be where our ant problem is at its most active. Go Lizzy, GO!
Because of lack of availability of aardvarks, I have researched other natural ant deterrants. You know, to deter the ants. I came up with a few possibilities. One was smearing raw garlic on ant infested sites. I had to stop this because, a) our flat smells like a round-the-clock pizzeria and b) Michael’s eyes were tearing up from the potency of my attempt at ant-igration.
Another tip I got off the net, was that ants abhor the smell of ground cinnamon. So I sprinkled it on all the hot-spots, and was surprised to see that it actually works, to a certain extent. Our flat now smells like a cinnamon bun, but frankly, it’s an improvement.
Copious amounts of vacuuming by Michael, also seems to have helped. The ants appear as a moving mass on our carpet, and no sooner have we sat down, than there are ants running up our bare legs. (Our legs are bare because we have shorts on, btw, not because we are nudists)
Now to try the third tactic, which would be to wipe down surfaces with a 50:50 solution of spirit vinegar and water. Apparently they aren’t too keen on that, either.
Any further tips would be so welcome. (Not Baby Powder, please)
(And if anyone suggests a can of Doom, I’ll hit them over the head with it).
I’m taking a bit of a break from t’ ol’ blog. Just for a while. I’m a bit overblogged of late. And really, if one has nothing of note to say…
I’ll touch base in a month or so, and hopefully will come back all refreshed and raring to blog.
Thing is, I have to pour all my creativity into another outlet at the moment, urgently, but as soon as that’s done, I will return, and hopefully with some stories to share.
Au revoir till then.
I haven’t been the most consistent poster lately. And now I’m going away for five days, so that doesn’t help, either.
Michael just left for Cape Town with his dad. They are going to be doing the Cape Argus Cycle Tour on Sunday, so good luck to them.
I’m going to visit my parents for a couple of days, which I’m really looking forward to.
So till next Tuesday, have fun and be good.
Love Saturdays. This harks back from childhood, when I used to go to town with my dad. I was a small girl still, and we’d go to the hairdresser for my dad. He’d always forget his car-keys on the counter when paying, and I’d have to run back and get them. We’d visit CNA (a newsagent), which I loved. They stocked toys and books, and it was far and away my favourite shop, which my dad knew. Then we’d usually go and get a bite to eat somewhere. I remember there was a café called The Biltong Box that made the most delicious pies and gravy. And cheeseburgers. I invariably had the latter with a strawberry milkshake. Yum. Mostly the rest of the family would come with, too. But Saturdays always rocked.
Today’s shopping expedition was a bit disappointing. I wanted stuff from the health shop, but they were sadly out of stock. On the plus side though, the Sportron depot has moved. Sportron is the brandname of the foodstate vitamins that I use. Previously, they were clean on the other side of town. One had to negotiate a massive, busy parking lot, go up a flight of steps, and then walk quite a distance to the actual shop. Exhausting. Now it’s just around the corner from us in a very accessible little shop. Yay!
Another good thing about today, was that I was able to walk around nicely doing all my rounds. And had energy over when I got home to make carrot juice. Bargain.
My darling hubby has shaved his head today in support of CANSA’s shavathon. Basically, you pay R50 to have your hair shaved or painted, and the proceeds go towards the cancer charity/ fund. Michael looks as sexy as ever with a shaved head.
It’s off to JHB we go.
AGAIN. It’s getting just a tad tedious.
I’ve not been looking forward to it at all. But here’s the thing…I really enjoyed it! We got virtually no traffic problems at all (a rare bird indeed). We didn’t have to wait anywhere and got great service. Plus, Michael and I got to spend the whole morning together. We actually really enjoy our car trips. It was still a bit far to go for a simple blood test, but I guess rules are rules.
I’d like to just say a massive THANK YOU to Michael for taking me to JHB so often for the trials. I wouldn’t have been able to participate were if not for him. And on top of it all, he makes the trips really fun.
Oh, and another thing that made the morning so special, was the small, family groups of guinea fowl that we saw foraging next to the side of the road. I love, love guinea fowl. I want one for a pet 😉 But they were just so cute. Big ones and little clusters of baby ones. (Too close to the road, I might add, but I tried not to let that spoil the moment. Spotting guinea fowls on a trip is lucky, as is seeing a meerkat run across the road in front of you. (Unless you hit him, then it’s very bad luck indeed!) Of course, I made up both of these superstitions, but what harm, lol. I think it is lucky to have spotted them, if only because they’re so damn cute, and it makes a lovely warm feeling spread around my heart.
The doc asked me if I’ve had any side-effects. I told him that apart from a general feeling of malaise and tiredness the day following my initial dose (which could just as easily have been due to the ms) I haven’t had any side-effects whatsoever. He told me that of the other two girls currently on the trials so far, the one also mentioned feeling tired the day after the first dose. The other one didn’t experience it at all. I think this may be good news for me. Looks like the chances are now even better that I’m not on the placebo. Incidentally, the 20th of March will mark 4 months since I last had my 1 gram of cortisone. This is quite a milestone for me in recent times. I’ll be real pleased.