Ok so here goes:

Me = Michelle Poulton, but I prefer to be called Micci, and most people call me that, I normally get what I want )  At work I’m Michelle, but at home I’m Micci.

Kids = Clarisse (left), the eldest and Xandria (right) the younger one, they’re twins so Clarisse is older by about 5 mins.  Then there is my stepson Isak.

Lover, Fiance, Prince Charming = Frans.

Family

Hehehe, more details to follow later. . .  

This year feels like it is already 2 months too long.  I guess I’m still recovering and getting used to the idea of having to come to work everyday and so much has happened!

Looks like I am applying for another position at work, it will be a lateral move for now, but it opens up the door for promotion and means that I can start with my degree next year.  Mmm, have Putty to thank for that, he made some serious fire under my ass when he was here, so thanks Putty.

On the love side: things are okayish.  We are now in that comfortable place in the relationship where things get explained better when you can see what you’re saying now is upsetting the other person and before it blows up, it’s sorted out.  It also means that a lot of romance is gone, which sucks big time.  I miss the gentle touches in the passage passing by.  The cuddles, the smooching and so on.  Sex is also . . . well, maybe once a week?  Granted, we have a 3 year old sharing a room with us and then 2 teenagers that seem to remember things they need to ask as soon as we go to bed and close the door.  Me closing my door apparently means: oh, go ask mom. . . . whatever. 

We’re finally moving into a bigger place at the end of March.  And no, I haven’t packed a thing.  This being me, there has to be a hitch right?  I am leaving a month before my contract expires, so I have to find a tenant for the flat.  Been advertising, there is a lot of interest, but the estate agent turns people down.  Skin colour, apparently, in this day and age, is still a problem.  Fekkit!!

I am also considering coming out of the closet and blogging under my own name, which should be kinda cool, cause then I can put pics up of my kids and allsorts.  So if anyone is interested in me doing that, give a shout out.

Went to my cousin’s funeral yesterday.  Haven’t seen him since high school, so wasn’t sure if I should go.  It was damn sad, his mom told me he asked her to get hold of me just before he passed – his girlfriend is 4 months pregnant and he wanted to know if it would be ok with me if he named his baby after me.  How sad is that?  Made me bloody bawl like a baby.

Twins are in their final year of primary school.  Scary shit.  Yesterday they were in nappies and now they’re going to highschool.  Where was I when they grew up?  Feels like it happened over night and I missed it all.  Word to all the moms to be out there: if it’s at all possible – be a stay at home mom.  Time lost is something you can never recover.

So, give me a shout if you think I should come out of the closet so to speak.

Killing was too good for him.

Death was an end, even a release.  He’d go to hell, there was no question in her mind, and there he would suffer eternal torment.  She wanted that for him – eventually.  But for the time being, she wanted him to suffer where she could watch.

Laying, cheating son of a bitch!  She wanted him to snivel and beg and plead and slither on his belly like the gutter rat he was.  She wanted him to bleed from the ears, to scream like a girl.  She wanted to twist his adulterous dick into knots while he shrieked for the mercy she’d never give.

She wanted to pound her fists into his beautiful liar’s face until it was a pulpy, pustulated mass of blood and bone.

Then and only then, the dickless, faceless bastard could die.  A slow, withering, agonizing death.

…..  Divided in Death
Nora Roberts

She certainly has a way with words, been there, felt that, glad it’s over.  Sigh, you need to read things like this to remember to be greatful for how far you’ve come and how happy you are now.

Happy Anniversary for yesterday Hon, it’s been the best year of my life, EVER!

I did a personality test.  This is the result:

The Protector

You scored 19 Extroversion, 65 Intuition, 69 Emotional, and 44 Spontaneity!

Which Historical Lunatic Are You?

Link stolen from Random Burblings

Awwww, sad but cute huh?

Why would you want to do that to your pussy dudes?!

Michael, eat your heart out!

I feel like this every Monday, minus the bottle and missing the sentence: Why the fuck am I here??

Hehehe, what I wouldn’t give to have a moment like this with my mother-in-law!

Pussy-mime’s.

Like excellent man!

Pussy privacy?

Ja, jy wil mos!!!

Have a good week, en DGS, waar die hel is jy??

I am angry pissed off, so I sent this:

Still no word from them, then again, it doesn’t surprise me.  Useless fucks.

    15 September 2008

Spectramed

4 Osborne Lane

Bedfordview

2007

Dear Natasha,

Our telephonic discussion earlier this morning refers:

I, HappyTheClam, ID no: YEAH LIKE I WOULD PUBLISH IT HERE, hereby cancel my medical aid cover with immediate effect.  I would also greatly appreciate if you could refund me the amount that I had to pay for the farce ‘of being on a medical aid and being covered for PMB’s’.  Since I was only on the medical aid for 15 hellish days, I am hoping that this will not be a problem, but after my experience with the in-effiency of your service, experience triumphs over hope and I am quite certain that this, just like everything else surrounding Spectramed, will be yet another nightmare.

The reason for cancelling is that I have never in my life been lied to or ignored or treated as badly by any service provider that I have worked with, Spectramed is the WORST.  I was assured that I was covered during my waiting period for PMB’s, apparently, that was a farce, as was the initial assurance that since I moved from one medical aid directly onto another, there would PROBABLY be no waiting period and all PMB’s will be immediately covered.

One of my dependants had to be admitted to hospital for Diabetes Mellitus 1, upon arrival at the hospital, we were told that Spectramed refuses to authorize the admission.  I then had to contact the broker, which referred me back to Spectramed, who referred me to MSO who then referred me back to Spectramed.  In total I have spent over R 500.00 in phone calls to your offices, MSO and Mediscor, also to try and get my medication, which was ‘covered’ by you.  After the pharmacy and I both got confirmation that my bipolar and blood pressure medication was covered, lo and behold, the system refused to pay for my medication.  At this point the incompetence and false information did not surprise me any more.

Out of desperation I even contacted Chris Sykers office.  That was also a waste of MORE money on a call that had no effect.  The lady at his office told me she would follow up and get back to me.  This was last week Thursday (11 September 2008), I am still waiting for any sort of response.

As for 90% of Spectramed members being happy with your service, I don’t know where you got that statistic from, but I can only imagine that it was another farce or falsely made up statistic as my experience with this medical aid has been a total nightmare and I would strongly discourage anyone from ever joining or considering Spectramed as an option.  I fully disclosed all information on my application and expected, as your adverts on the radio say, good service.  I got exactly the opposite.

HappyTheClam

Yawn, so waiting fro 8 am to call them, again.  If nothing yet, I will just have to call at 3pm – again – as I’ve been doing for the last three days.

In terrorem

1. I am: weird and these days very sensible and sentimental.  Also one hell of a dedicated mom.
2. I think: you should never wish bad things upon other people, because it will come back and bite you in the arse X3.  And yes, I am talking from personal experience.
3. I know: that I am truly, unconditionally and unequivocally happy for the first time in my life.  I love my life!!
4. I have: a fantastic family and an amazingly caring boss, contrary to what I thought.  That promotion was well worth the wait.
5. I want: to be a size 32 one day soon.  One size to go!
6. I dislike: gossip, tremendously. 
7. I fear: not being a good mom and my kids blaming me if they perceive themselves as failures.
8. I feel: on top of the world these days.  That in itself should scare you.
9. I hear: Lenny Kravits, trying to drown out the noise of the open plan office.
10. I smell: Nothing, my nose is clogged.  What’s the number for rotor rooter again?
11. I crave: a cigarette.  No great surprise there.
12. I cry: almost never these days.
13. I usually: watch dvd’s on my pc when my work is done or when I’m fed-up.  I rewatch movies.
14. I search: for interesting websites all the time.
15. I wonder: when the shit is going to hit the fan.  I’m way too happy and too many great things have been happening to me lately.  (TOUCH WOOD)
16. I regret: not getting my degree, it would have set the bar higher for my self-esteem and a goal for my kids (maybe).
17. I love: my family, books, kids, photo’s and music.
18. I care: about the opinion of family, I want them to be proud of me and love me, warts and all.  And yes, I am a people pleaser, but these days only to my family, the rest can quite honestly take a flying fuck at a rolling doughnut.
19. I always: freak out when I don’t have internet access.
20. I worry: about everything.  Mostly my kids, where they’re going what will become of them and these days: why the fuck are they flunking math??
21. I am not: desperate anymore.
22. I remember: special things and events.  I am not big on detail and have shitty sort term memory.
23. I believe: in love.  Love for nature, each other and respect. …
24. I sing: along to my fav songs in the car all the time and I force the kids to learn the words.  It worked, both girls are in the choir.
25. I don’t always: reply to sms’s.  If you piss me off, I will not talk to you.
26. I argue: for what I believe in, sometimes to my own detriment.
27. I write: on my blog, it makes things clearer in my head and has, more than once, saved me from throwing that embarrassing tantrum outside the blog-universe.
28. I win: most battles these days.  Even with myself )
29. I lose: my lighter – always and my cell phone as soon as I get home.  I don’t know how, but I do.  Then hubby has to phone it so we can find it.
30. I wish: that there were more ways that I could share my happiness with everyone around me.  Spread it, so to speak.
31. I listen: selectively.  I don’t have a great memory, so while you’re talking I’m making summaries in my head of the important points you are trying to make.
32. I can usually be found: doing something I shouldn’t …
33. I am scared: of loosing what I have now.  You never realise how precious happiness is until you’ve tasted it.
34. I need: more sleep.  Seriously, I am close to dead tired, but again, it is a happy tired.
35. I forget: names.  Really, I suck with names.
36. I am happy: yes, I am.
37. I tag: anyone that drops by to read this )  But also DGS, DM and Bosparra

You guys better have me locked up, I listen to Metallica and I’m pagan!!!

I’ve followed this story ever since it happened (for obvious reasons), I believe these guys didn’t do it and I am entitled to my opinion on this.  Witch trials in the new millenium, why am I not surprised?  Let’s hope this appeal will work. . . good luck guys!

I stole nicked this from Parenthesis.  I never realised what an idiot I am when it comes to food.  Here is my shame. . .

1. Bold the ones you’ve tried.
2. Strike through the ones you wouldn’t touch if you were starving and it were a choice between that and boiled goats testicles.
3. Italicize the shit you might be tempted to try. Say you were a contestant on Survivor…
4. Feel free to leave a running commentary.

1. Venison
2. Nettle tea - honestly don’t have an idea what this is, but tea. . . not likely
3. Huevos rancheros – blank on this too
4. Steak tartare – bleg, courtesy of my Canadian Stepfather. No wonder the stepparents in the fairy tales are evil
5. Crocodile
6. Black pudding.
7. Cheese fondue
8. Carp – What can I say, I like fishing, and I thought if I catch it I have to try it
9. Borscht - explain in small words what this is?
10. Baba ghanoush - By the gallon if I could.  Tough to find though. . .
11. Calamari
12. Pho-is that chinese for steak? if yes then bold, otherwise I’m gonna need another explanation?
13. Peanut butter & Jam sandwich
14. Aloo gobi - Uhm, HUH??
15. Hot dog from a street cart
16. Epoisses – Sounds like a foreign country to me.
17. Black truffle – Didn’t like it much
18. Fruit wine made from something other than grapes – Nope
19. Steamed pork buns – Houston, we have another ?
20. Pistachio ice cream
21. Heirloom tomatoes – Are they rich tomatoes like Paris Hilton rich?
22. Fresh wild berries
23. Foie gras  Not a chance
24. Rice and beans
25. Brawn, or head cheese - Wouldn’t recommend it
26. Raw Scotch Bonnet pepper - WTF?
27. Dulce de leche – Ditto
28. Oysters - Tastes like a good sinus blockage coming undone.  With pepper on.  Yuck.
29. Baklava
30. Bagna cauda
31. Wasabi Peas - Anything starting off with Wasabi will be avoided at all costs.
32. Clam chowder in a sourdough bowl  
33. Salted lassi
34. Sauerkraut
35. Root beer float - YUMMY!!!! For those in SA Iron Brew and Ice Cream
36. Cognac with a fat cigar
37. Clotted cream tea - The Tea word again
38. Vodka jelly  
39. Gumbo
40. Oxtail
41. Curried goat – Goat?  Nah, maybe on Survivor.  MAYBE.
42. Whole insects
43. Phaal – Uh, what??
44. Goat’s milk in cheese form
45. Malt whisky from a bottle worth £60/$120 or more - If I have that kind of money, I wouldn’t buy whiskey with it.
46. Fugu – Isn’t that the island next to Figi?
47. Chicken tikka masala
48. Eel
49. Krispy Kreme original glazed doughnut – YES, YES, YES, YES and another YES
50. Sea urchin
51. Prickly pear - My kids still do, I don’t get it. Tastes like oysters, but with a touch of cool aid
52. Umeboshi – Dunno, not sure I WANT to know
53. Abalone
54. Paneer – Like I said, explain in small letters
55. McDonald’s Big Mac Meal - What a waste of money.  Cardboard and ketchup anyone?
56. Spaetzle
57. Dirty gin martini
58. Beer above 8% ABV
59. Poutine – I’ll give it a shot on Survivor…
60. Carob chips
61. S’mores
62. Sweetbreads – Always wanted to try it
63. Kaolin – Say it with me. . . explain in small words 
64. Currywurst
65. Durian
66. Frog legs
67. Beignets, churros, elephant ears or funnel cake – Yummy, but not Krispy Kreme.
68. Haggis - I would rather suck on my exhaust pipe
69. Fried plantain – I am beginning to think I should’ve googled the list?
70. Chitterlings, or andouillette – Am I really that stupid? (Rhetorical question, no answers needed)
71. Gazpacho
72. Caviar and blini
73. Louche absinthe
74. Gjetost, or brunost – Sounds mexican?
75. Roadkill – If I had to choose between Roadkill and Haggis. . . eish, I’d rather go hungry.
76. Baijiu
77. Hostess Fruit Pie
78. Snails
79. Lapsang souchong – ??
80. Bellini
81. Tom yum – ???
82. Eggs Benedict
83. Pocky
84. Tasting menu at a three-Michelin-star restaurant
85. Kobe beef
86. Hare
87. Goulash
88. Flowers
89. Horse - I don’t believe so, but I might’ve unknowingly
90. Criollo chocolate
91. Spam - Is this the same as polony and bullybeef? I eat both.
92. Soft shell crab
93. Rose harissa
94. Catfish
95. Mole poblano
96. Bagel and lox  
97. Lobster Thermidor
98. Polenta
99. Jamaican Blue Mountain coffee – At last COFFEE!!!!!
100. Snake

I was tempted to google everything, but decided that it wouldn’t be fair to my fellow retard-eaters out there.  So, please explain what the stuff is that I didn’t know.  It should be a finger numbing experience!