8 Hours of racing and other stuff

Aaaaah what noise, what bliss, what fun.  It was the 8 hour on Saturday.  I cant believe that grown men and young ones for that matter can ride a bike for so long.  For those that don't know, its a relay race with anything from 2 to 4 riders in a team.  Even if you are 4 riders, you are still going to be riding for 2 hours.

I only got there midday but did realize that there were definitely less damaged riders.  Last year there were 4 or  5 that broke collar bones.....Now that is a bonus... It is always great to catch up with everyone.  Finally met Monique, which by the way,  I need her to give me her surname so that I can add her as a friend.  We had quite an interesting conversation about a powdered nose... Yea, you know those he said she said things.  I believe her version 100% cos I knew who she was but had never met her.  Sasha was back in town and it was great seeing her as I also have Janine staying by me for the holidays.   About that..... let me tell you this poor girl comes from Jhb and comes to Cape Town on vacation.  You know those relaxing, nice and calm take it easy kinda things... Poor Janine just cant believe that my house (the brothel) is so busy all the time.

As a social drinker and only normally drink on racing days, I need to say, I have been having drinks constantly every single day (since last week Monday).  Oh boy, its like Tiara said, it feels like I have a jersey on my teeth, except of course, its worse....

Audrey has come to visit from JHB as well.  OMG this woman is wild and wonderful.  Had a fantastic time with her and her mum on Sunday night.  They just popped over to visit and well, lets just say at 3-45 in the morning they left..... Plenty liquor devoured.  Sore head yesterday, and of course swollen tongue and other stuff. Stuff like feeling like a kangaroo shat in my mouth.  Poor Channy, Janine and Trevor were still up when I got up to go to work.... I really cant say who spoke the most as I think they all spoke alot that night.

Cant wait for Wednesday night as we are having a braai for Audrey before she heads back to Jhb on Thursday.  All I can say is, those of you coming, be ready.....be very very ready!!!!

Drama and charity

Goodness me, I have not been able to stop laughing today.  I got loads of emails and of course my cooked goose also had to send me some stuff.  She is a funny bunny I tell you...... Ranting and raving and the more I respond with my bwhahahha and my lolling the angrier she is getting and the more insulting she is getting.  Shame man, I must stop laughing at her cos I know she cannot help it.  She is still stuck on the fact that I only have 8 followers on the blog.  That being said, I wonder if she realises that people read my blog through facebook and twitter and therefore do NOT need to become a follower.  Oh well, thats just my ignorance as I know nothing...

Anyway, my eyes are still swollen from drinking on Saturday.  I was useless yesterday, absolutely useless but ended up going to Shelley and Armando and having a braai and a good swim there to clear the head. Pity it did not stop the swelling. Due to vodka, I look like Americas most wanted right now... Aaarg, why do good times always follow with sore heads and swelling.

We had a charity braai to collect some funds as well as some non perishables for a friend.  It went down very well.  I have to thank the Spar and that sexy Richard Rebeiro from the Spar for donating the rolls.... I could have him on a roll I tell ya...  And of course the people that pitched up to support what we were doing.  You are all fabulous and I KNEW that you would be there without a doubt.  Its funny how we always know who is going to help and who is sincere. I love that about my friends... Oh and I do mean friends and NOT acquintasnces ok.  Lets get that sorted out...LOL....

I need to get home to go and swim.  Its far too hot to be indoors.  I need some relaxation...

Brothels

Well now, you know that expression that you can never have too many friends....Its a lie.  Apparently you can!! And it can lead to all kinds of things.  On Friday afternoon, Megan, Sasha, the Rattex Queen, Toya and myself were at my house.  I had phoned the Gas Shoppe to bring me gas as the stove had died.  While we were waiting for the gas man, Megan sees a guy looking over our wall.  She shows him some serious sign language about him going around to the front of the house.  I was busy making coffee and stepped out of the kitchen to go the front door to tell the guy to come there.  As I open the door there is another guy standing at my front door.  I smile and say ooooh helllooooo you must be the gas guys.  The guy says no... he is SAPS.  So we are all laughing and smiling and not believing a word cos after all we are waiting for the gas guy right.....Anyway, the next minute, there is another guy so now we have 3 guys and they are in our house and laughing with us etc etc.  Eventually they tell us, that they are following up an anonymous complaint that my house is a brothel/strip club.  I was like *hell yeah, see that woman.... (the Rattex Queen aka my mother) she is my main money spinner.* I then point to Toya who is innocently standing doing the ironing and I say *you see her... she is my 2nd biggest money spinner*... and we are all laughing.  I still tell the Police that its a pity they cant see snap crackle and pop in action... (thats Jan, Rattex Queen and Nazek).... Big joke....

But now honestly, we are all saying that they are joking and we really do not believe them cos they are laughing with us... until ..... the one shows me an anonymous email they received.   It was in the lines of  *lots of vehicle movement at ............................ *  What the fuck???? I have friends... and I am fortunate to have friends but apparently it is burning someone elses arse.

SO, I just want to thank my friends that come and visit... bwhahahahha, cos without you people, no one would have suspected I run a brothel.....LOLOLOLOL....Oooooh and DO NOT FORGET... SATURDAY is Charity Braai day for a friend... Bring Non perishable goods and R50-00 but you can bring more if you want......

Now let this be a lesson, be proud of your friends.  Regardless of who they are and what they do cos you never know, there could be a hooker in each one of us without us even knowing.  We all found that out on Friday...

By the way, if anyone knows anyone that knows someone that does lapband...I am ready.....

Getting over EX's

I was shocked and amazed and totally fucken baffled when I read a friends facebook??  OMG What the hell is this child thinking.  I thought she was over her ex but clearly, the way she is trying to get over him is not working.  Attacking ladies is not even funny to say the least.  I understand that there was a woman that had always been nice to her, with regard to the situation.  The problem however is that she does not know how to treat people that are nice to her.  I think its pretty damn sad that she has to slate and be mean and yes, she is fucken mean when she wants to be,  and then hides it under a veil of *I did not mean it that way, I am just being sarcastic*.... NO you think you are the most intellegent person walking this earth and looking down on others... Your thoughts are very very ugly 99% of the time.  To go on like that on facebook about someone that she is supposedly over, (look at previous posts as well with regard to *what was I thinking*) just goes to show that this girlie has a very very long way to go in growing up actually.  I just get so damn annoyed and it gets my back up, that someone can lie and make it sound good till the people hear the truth.  He might be way younger than her but in actual fact he has acted more mature than her.

Believe it or not....I KNOW her, and I actually keep telling everyone that she is a nice person... THIS is NOT the girl I know...This bitter and totally twisted version is not who she was.  Lets hope the real friend stands up....

She did leave JHB BUT....and here is the kicker..... it was for various reasons and the ex was only ONE of the reasons.  Why oh why oh fucken why does it have to be so bloody horrible...WHY??? I am actually grating my teeth here cos I am gonna go off the deep end.

So, lets hope you all learn that if a man breaks up with you, because you are mean and really rude to him....its normal... Please girls ACT NORMAL thereafter.  All you are doing is showing them and the rest of the world what a twat acts like.....and from you gals, I EXPECT more... Pull yourself towards yourself.

Oh and, please do not write me a long long useless email about how good your are and trying to show that you are better than me....You arent....

French cooking?

Oh boy oh boy oh boy, this title is deceitful, very very deceitful..... You see, the Frenchie has nothing to do with cooking.   The Frenchie is .... well the Frenchie is HOT... More than that I cannot say as my child will slaughter me. Being the Virgin Mary is a difficult road to follow I tell ya.  Try as I might I am unable to be THAT good.  I am good though, good at being bad but still good nonetheless....NOT saying anything else with regard to this...hehehehe

On Sat night I wanted to make some lovely pasta.  I did cook it properly, and then I added some tuna and then some feta and of course a lovely white sauce.... The problem arose when I added the sauce and it came out like soup.  Basically it was a pasta soup I made without my knowledge. The rattex queen did not want any, so I ate, cleaned the dishes and the kitchen  (HATE HATE HATE a dirty kitchen) Dont ever want to be like someone I know that when people walk out of their house they always say horrible things cos their house is always dirty.  eeeeuw... but not deviating from the matter here, I put it away as Poncho (my cat) has become a nightmare!!.  On Sunday morning I decided that I was going to turn the soup into a proper sauce.  Anyway, I strained the pasta, and recooked the sauce and then in my INFINITE wisdom, decided to add some funny flippen pesto stuff and who knows what the hell else.  After making the sauce thick and adding it to the pasta, I then tried to feed the gardener....to no avail....I then tried feeding the cat.....to no avail... and then myself....Holy shit the food tasted KAK...I have no clue how I did that, but I did abuse the gardener verbally for not wanting to eat my quality food..  all he kept saying is *eish madam , I did try madam but I ke not eet it... sorry madam*... my cat just turned her nose up.... and me....well I tasted my portion, and well, threw it all in the bin.

They should make a reality show on teaching me how to cook... call it *how not to cook with Debbie* or something like that.  It brings me back to school when my teacher would not taste my cheese souffle.  She said it did not look right and it was black...dammit....by now I should know.... but hey, I am good at some things you know.  Not all bad....

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