Must be a duck right?

So it always amuses me at the level of extremities I have to go in order to make a point.

Now I’m not talking world domination or Pinkie and Brain stuff here, nope nope nope this is the simplicity of putting the point across of the fact… I’m not single and currently blissfully happy in my relationship of 4 months.

I mean I know I am, for goodness sake we living together and everyone who I talk to and close to know it because my WhatsApp profile pic is of us

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Currently this one!

Point is everyone knows and come on we all know by now that if Facebook says you are then you are because everyone believes Facebook lol.

So if my Facebook status shows “in a relationship” and my profile pic is onc I again of us then well I must be.

Apparently not!

I don’t understand the idea of a person ok stalker to like every page or post. To send messages and emails and WhatsApp like they hoping and waiting it’s going to fall apart.

I actually could not believe I had to post on Facebook again notifying everyone I was in a relationship, it’s making me look rediculous because the obvious bio details clearly states it.

So my duck theory is if it walks like a duck and it quacks like a duck then it must be a duck?

Right?

 

 

 

 

 

 

So if my status reads in a relationship and my profile pictures shows both our smiling obviously in love faces and the big one notable factor is we relocated to the coast and living together like a couple do is because we are one!!!!

So I’m in a relationship right?

I just don’t get it.

My dear friend Thea in CPT said not even pictures will work not even crayons and coloring books… She suggested hitting the oblivious challenged person over the head in the hope of knocking sense into those who refuse to acknowledge the fact I’m in a relationship.  However,  with the current circumstances of how crazy life has become they will think it’s a gesture of love… How does the saying go “you hurt the one you love”.

It’s just funny and while I’m writing this shaking my head in astonishment.

So no ducks or stalkers were hurt while writing this peace and all is safe and sound.

Ragnar is extremely patient with it all but can see it’s wearing out and honestly can’t blame him.

So happily happy ever after and totally in love.

 

 

 

 

 

 

Xxx

My Pet is my child – my 4 legged fluffy child.

One day in the previous company I use to work for, making my usual morning cup of java when my colleague walked into the kitchen and began our usual idle morning chit chat.  It’s actually quiet funny how much can be discussed during this 5min coffee making session.  Not quiet sure how it even happened but we somehow were discussing animals and he told me he believed a pet stayed outside come rain or snow.   Naturally I was horrified and by the look on my face which he noticed and with a bemused look on his face casually commented “don’t tell me you one of those people who believes their pet is a child, why not just have a child?  Animals are meant to be outside as they are dirty.  I can’t stand people who consider pets to be their children.”  So with a deep breath I replied “I most definitely would have had a child if God had blessed me with one, but I am not as fortunate as you, and even if I did have a child  my pet would have still been a family addition, and treated like a family member”.

Well the look on his face was priceless.

My Chloe loves me no matter what…

 

A little bit of catching up before the real stuff begins!

It’s been far too long my dear friends. Not that I forgot but so much going on will use this rekindle of a blogging relationship to sum up the last 2 months.

5.. 4.. 3.. 2.. And here we go…

I am now living it up in KZN been 2 months already in actual fact to this day. Oh my word the stress of moving. Luckily we found a furnished place so it was loading up extreme necessities and clothes and on our way.

Of course leaving behind my beautiful 4 legged fluffy Chloé was the hardest thing I have ever had to endure… I still cry I miss her so much but knowing she lives with my folks in our house in JHB leaves me feeling a little content… Sadness never goes but she is loved and happy and driving my mom and dad nuts and that just warms my heart.

Of course I have had some blah blah moments where the blah and blah put me or should I know say we in a very difficult situation and the blah blah not giving a damn. Blah blah will be named at a later stage… Protect its reputation not mine… Blah blah blah

Right moving on… So I say KZN or Durban much to the horror of the Durbanites. It’s like saying you live in the North of JHB and letting everyone know rather then not admitting you lived or grew up in the South… And what’s funny is everyone started in the South but seem to have misplaced thier heritage memories… But that’s another topic. So we actually live in Richards Bay… Now if you live in Natal it’s like a swear word and referred to as ‘the sticks’.

I myself been a massive fan of the coast well sees it as just that the coast. The ocean the heat the smell of tropics and coconut oil… Ummmm yes of course if you on holiday and if you were wouldn’t come here. There is fishing and it’s a town and it’s filled with the towns people of who’s who and why’s why…. But to me it’s home.

My amazing gorgeous fiance…. Oh yes forgot to mention that but will keep that for another post… Got a position here and we moved and we like it.  Life is good because we have proven that love conquers all and can turn any four walls with a roof into a home.  Well now we can. We moved twice in 2 months but finally have our own place. The beautiful furnished apartment was more of an infestation for ravers of the insect world. So now we happy home content but let’s face it I can turn 4 sticks and a grass bale into a home I guess it’s who completes that home that makes the difference.

Yip another big bang love theory I only ever learn through actually living them.

So we move into ‘the sticks’ only to find out my childhood friend and her family live here too even the same area that’s been awesome seeing her again.  I guess let’s me not forget to mention Ragnar (aka fiance and reminds me so much of Ragnar Lothbrok from The Vikings) so for all intensive purposes his reference to all blogs from here on will be Ragnar.

So Ragnar is originally from ‘the sticks’ so he is basically home and this is my new adventure.

There is always something I have recognized and absolutely standby it and that is holidaying at the coast and living and working at the coast are worlds apart. It’s nothing like Joburg oh you feel the difference but the hours and workload is the same just the people and scenery change. So instead of driving past smog or Galooly intersection you now have ocean, banana leaves and mist. The humidity is crazy and I don’t care what anyone says there is no such thing as climatising.  Then to add to that find out we live in the town that is hotter then the other towns including Durban… No fan or air-conditioning and you may as well just die because that’s what it feels like.

Ever wonder why people from PE or Joburg or Cape Town always complain how slow the people are in Natal… You have to be, remain calm and keep that heart rate down in fear of over heating lol… Just my theory anyways… Lol…. I’m just saying!!!

So in two months we been fishing twice, socializing maybe three or four times, as Ragnar has been working weekends as well as every day due to modifications at the plant but honestly work life stops for no one.

That’s not even the crazy part… I drive 157km to work and 157km back home each day as I work in Durban.  Choosing my logistical career has and still will open many doors for me but in a town like this very few and far between so 3 hours driving and 6 toll gates a day later and I’m doing what I love Logistics.

Oh I moan about it but only the night before feeling exhausted and the thought would make anyone feel demotivated. However once I’m in the car, music blaring and left with my thoughts it’s actually enjoyable. Of course my colleagues think I’m crazy because anything more then 25km to drive for a Durbanite is too far… Must be that humidity theory again… But I agree and never been so grateful for the air-conditioning in my car.

So I think it’s a to be continued moment or else this hello I’m back will take up another 10 pages… And this is a blog not a novel… Yet! Will write some more tomorrow and each day after that as I have missed sharing with you all.

So goodnight my loves. Goodnight Chloe. Goodnight mom and dad. Goodnight Ragnar (he is working nightshift grrrr)

I love you!

Xxx