Ten things I learned last week

1. Mosquitos are the most annoying insect of them all
2. I cant fall out of love with my dogs (and husband) :-)
3. Going to the zoo is still my most favourite thing to do
4. New post when you open the mailbox is exciting
5. Orienteering startpoint isn't always where you start
6. There is an exercise called "Mall walking" (giggles)
- It's tru check out the link HERE
7. Finding new things to eat every weak can become boring
8. I think people think I'm more clever than I realy am :-(
9. With every hearbeat, a man produces about 1,500 microscopic sperm, and with each ejaculation, he typically releases over 20 million
10. I still don't like the taste of red wine

Ten things I learned last week

1. Sunday lunch @ grandparents still beats take aways
2. Never believe any promises made by someone who wants to sell you something
3. Dogs rule over cats
4. It will rain in the week that you have curtains to wash
5. Buying house is way more stressfull than I imagined it to be
6. Belonging to a book club can become expensive
7. You know a man wants something really bad when he doesn't stop @ anything to get it
8. Bodybuilders can be nice
9. Everyone gets old
10. Following blogs take up a lot of time

Dealing with death

Het gister op iets in facebook afgekom wat my aandag getrek het. Dit was oor 'n ballon wat rond gestuur word, "Grab this balloon if you have lost someone". Daar is nou al 112,577 comments en 177,208 thumps up. So ek weet nie presies hoeveel mense dit al aangestuur het nie, maar dit gee jou 'n goeie indikasie...
Het my weer laat dink oor die dood en hoe mense dit hanteer.
Het nog nie iemand baie naby my aan die dood afgestaan nie (gelukkig?), maar net die gedagte dat die mense/diere vir wie ek lief is nie veraltyd saam my sal kan wees nie, bring my aan trane.
Ek hou daarvan om voorbereid te wees vir die 'unexpected'. Soos, ek het al geimagine hoe ek 'n situasie sal hanteer waar hulle my met 'n geweer sal ophou, "wat ookal jy doen Izaan, moet net nie histeries wees nie". Dit het toe met my gebeur, 2 keer. En elke keer was ek eerlik waar net koel en kalm. Maar die gedagte wat by my opkom is iets soos, jy sal okay wees solank as wat jy lewendig hier uitkom.
Sien, ek blok wat ookal daarna gebeur heeltemal uit.
Dis nie asof ek bang is vir die 'afterlife' nie, dis net, ek kan nie imagine hoe ek dit wat ek lief het op aarde kan laat gaan nie?! Mense se altyd, as jy dood is dink jy nie meer oor wat jy op aarde gehad het nie. Wel dis nie wat ek wil he nie. Hoekom is ek op aarde? Bloot net om 'n workig vessel vir God te wees? Ek glo dit nie, want hoekom sal Hy vir ons dinge op aarde gee (mense, diere, kos, adventure) as ons dit nie moet onthou nie?
Het hierdie week weer 'Meet Joe Black' gekyk. Daar is hierdie een deel waar "Death" vir die ou se: This is the one thing that you knew you won't be able to control (of iets in daai lyn). En dis hoe ek voel. (Dink dis die control freak in my)
Ek weet nie hoe ek dit sal hanteer as iemand voor my moet dood gaan nie, en ek weet ook nie hoe ek dit sal hanteer as ek voor my geliefdes dood gaan nie. Quite frankly, wil ek ook nie daar aan dink nie.
So ja, dis dan my gedagtes oor die dood en wat ookal daarmee gepaart gaan. En dis seker ook soveel as wat ek hieroor te se gaan he totdat ek die een is wat oorbly om te getuig oor my "los"

Wedding Ring

So, my dear husband lost his wedding ring. Jip. How? He went to go swim at the public pools and forgot it there.
Now I'm upset, but I don't know exactly why I'm upset. It's just a ring right?!
I don't know. I guess I am one of those sentimental types. Or maybe it's just that I can't believe he didn't put it in a save place. Or maybe it's both?
Even if we were to get a new one (which would probably take, I estimate, another 3 years) it won't be the same as the one I placed on his finger 3 years ago when I stood there in tears. Why would it take another 3 years? Well I believe he won't make it a priority. See he is not that into "earthly possessions", as he would put it. Let me demonstrate.
I lost my watch (or I thought I lost it) that he bought me for my birthday this year. I just had to chose it, which is another story all by itself. I was in upset and in tears for most of the week. Ended up that I just put it in my handbag and never thought of looking for it there. He lost/misplace his wedding ring, and all he can think of is this adventure race he have this weekend. (I'm currently sitting in bed @ 11pm, watching him pack his "gear")
He wants me to go to the public pool and see if it isn't still there. He lost it last night. He actually thinks the world is such a great place, that people pick up jewelery and give it to the lost and found person, and that the lost and found person keeps it until someone comes to collect it. Sometimes I just have to love how he thinks. It's like living with someone that believes in fairy tales.
Anyway. The ring is gone.
Unless this story has a happy ending, we will just have to tie a string around his finger.

Something new

Well hierdie is nou my probeer slag om 'n blog te skryf. Het nog altyd gewonder of ek iets sal kan se op 'n blog...
Het besluit om alles waaraan ek dink hier neer te le. Sal so nou en dan man lief se meening ook deur gee, maar net as ek so goed dink. Engels of Afrikaans? Wel dit hang af oor my mood.
Het nogal baie wat ek nou wil blog, maar moet nou eers die studies vir die kwartaal agter die blad kry.
Tot later dan my faithfull dagboek