My postsecret for Mother’s Day. And Mom, I really do approve of your plans and hope that you will make a success of this, just like you make a success of everything else that you do.
You really are a great mom. Take it from someone that knows first hand. Yeah, we don’t always like each other, but we ALWAYS have our love to fall back on. God speed.
I recieved this piece of wisdom off a newsletter that normally I don’t even read, but the subject of the mail was: “What if we came with subtitles?” Brilliant idea, only I’d prefer subtitles, a mute button, fast forward, rewind, pause and most importantly overwrite. . What do you think? Seen the movie Click? I could do with a remote like that :o)
“I had to laugh. I took my two-year old daughter to the doctor the other day. Finally, after my mother had persuaded her to let the doctor examine her, my daughter turned to my mother and told her a long garbled story involving the doctor, a crocodile and a balloon. Or that’s what it sounded like. ”She should come with sub-titles,” my mother sighed. “It would make talking to her SO much easier!” I had to agree. I then got to thinking - wouldn’t it be fantastic if all people came with sub-titles? Just picture it - you arrive home from work and your wife is absolutely seething. When you ask her what is wrong, she just says: “Nothing!” And then a sub-title pops up: “I am angry because you said you would be home at six and it is now seven-thirty. The roast leg of lamb has shriveled up in the oven and died. And I feel taken-for-granted and unloved.” You would then know exactly what to say, as opposed to turning on the TV and writing her bad mood off as PMS. It is SUCH a good idea!”
Now if we could all solve our problems this easily wouldn’t life be grand?
Ek is in boere Afrikaans die MOER in. Ek gaan nie eers die een in engels probeer post nie, alhoewel my Engels seker so 87% beter is as my Afrikaans, maar bliksem, Afrikaans vloek darem baie lekkerder as Engels!!
Wat presies is fout met vandag se mans? Luister eers voor julle my stenig:
My kiddies verjaar die 5de Mei. Toe ek vir hulle vra wat hulle wil hê vir hulle verjaardag was die antwoord: “Niks Mamma, Daddy kom kuier, so ons gaan die dag by hom wees. Hy het so gesê.” Nou noem my yea of little faith, maar op hulle 7de verjaardag het hy ook so gesê en raai wat? Hy het nie opgedaag nie…
Gelukkig het ek toe die wysheid om hierdie keer te gaan seker maak dat hy hulle gaan kom kry vir hulle verjaardag. En raai wat? Nee, hy kan nie.
Ek wens ek kon dit vir hulle beter maak op ‘n manier, maar ek wil nou weer kompenseer vir iets wat nie eintlik my skuld is nie. Hoe vat mens daai seer kyk in hulle oë weg? Hoe sit jy ‘n pleister en salf op ‘n kinder hart?
Mag sy vingers in vishoeke verander en sy knaters vreeslik jeuk. Verstaan mooi, ek en hy sal nooit tjommies wees nie, maar van my kant af is daar nie meer gevoel nie, nie liefde nie, nie haat nie. Hy is net nog iemand wat ek geken het en ek sal bad voel as kak goed met hom moet gebeur, maar jissis, moenie met my kinders mors nie, want ek sal jou uithaal. Ek gee nie om of jy die Kingpin van die Mafia of die Minister sonder profile is nie. . .
Wat sê ek vir hulle? Ek gaan hom nie afkraak by hulle nie, hulle moet self besluit om hom vas te vat as hulle wil of te verwyt of te vergewe. Soos ek hulle ken is vergewe die in ding. Ek was daar toe ek klein was en maak nie saak wat jou pa doen nie, hy is nogsteeds jou hero. Tot jou Ma, wat haar bes doen ELKE dag, se groot frustrasie en hartseer.
*SUG*
My hart huil vir hulle en tot ‘n sekere mate vir hom ook, hy weet nie wat hy mis nie. Hy mis hulle grootword, hulle soeke na geloof, in beide mense en wat dit ookal is wat die universe laat draai en al die emotionele, fisiese en geestelike groei. Dit waarop mens uitmis kan jy nooit terug kry nie.
So, my vraag staan: wat is fout met vandag se mans?
WAARSKUWING AAN ALLE VROUE
‘n Paar jaar gelede het hulle een nag ingekom en my dye gesteel. Dit het so vinnig gebeur ek het nie eers wakker geword nie. Ek het nog gaan slaap met my eie dye en toe ek wakker word, sit ek met iemand anders se dye.
Die nuwes was die tekstuur van klonterige pap. Wie sou so wreed wees?
Wie se dye was hierdie voorheen en waarheen is myne? Ek het die hele somer deur gesoek na my dye. Uiteindelik het ek woedend en seergemaak maar aanvaar dat ek nou vir altyd in jeans en stywe intrek panties sal moet wegkruip. En net toe ek vrede gemaak het met my dye slaan daardie boewe sowaar weer toe!
My boude is toe volgende! Ek weet dis dieselfde bende, want hulle het moeite gedoen om my nuwe agterwêreld te laat pas by die dye wat hulle voorheen by my gelos het. Ek kon dit nie glo nie, my nuwe boude sit ten minste 3 duim laer as my oorspronklike. Nou komplimenteer my boude my dye klont vir klont. Ek hoop net lang rompe en langbroeke bly in die mode.
Verlede jaar het ek besef my arms is ook omgeruil. Een oggend toe ek my hare kam, was ek geskok om te sien hoe my boarms heen en weer swaai. Dit is vreesaanjaend. My liggaam word stukkie vir stukkie vervang met swakker en leliker dele. Hoe slinks van hulle ?
Ek word op ‘n gereelde basis en sonder waarskuwing aangeval.
Uit desperaatheid het ek ophou kortmoubloese dra.
Verlede maand is my nek vervang met ‘n kalkoen s’n! Ek alleen kan egter nie die mediese professie aanvat nie !!! VROUE VAN DIE WERELD - SKRIK WAKKER EN SIEN DIE VERWOESTING! Die liggaamsdele wat oorgeplant word, is nie vrywillig verskaf nie. Jy WEET waar hulle daardie liggamsdele kry, nie waar nie? Die volgende keer wat jy vermoed iemand het ‘n “facelift” gehad, kyk mooi of dit nie dalk joune is nie.
Ek dink ek het uiteindelik my dye opgespoor en ek hoop Cindy Crawford het ‘n goeie prys vir hulle betaal!! HIERDIE IS NIE ‘N GRAP NIE. DIT GEBEUR ELKE NAG MET VROUE IN JOU DORP. WAARSKU JOU VRIENDINNE!
N.S. Hoe paranories het ek nie geword nie?
Verlede nag het ek gedink iemand het my borste gesteel. Ek het op die bed gelê en hulle was net nêrens nie! Groot was my verligting toe ek uit die bed opspring en agterkom hulle het net in my armholtes weggekruip terwyl ek slaap. Nou hou ek hulle veilig deur hulle by my broek in te steek as ek gaan slaap.
The last week has been filled with blasts from the past for me. 1st, I found a blogsite of an old, but darling friend. The guy has a soul and a heart. . . who knew?Then, on Facebook, I got traced by friends from Std 6 (grade 7). What a freaky week.
Now, I am being bugged via phone by my ex. Can I help him, he has no job, he needs a place to crash. . . gee, you still owe me about 5 grand from last time, so let me think about this:
Ok, NO. Not a chance, plus my daughter commented “Mom if you help him again I am going to stay with Gran.” Guess whose side I’m on.
I am 33, not ancient yet, but fast approaching I think. The current squeeze is 26 going on 27. It all seemed okay until we started talking about school days. When I was in 12th grade, he was still in primary school, grade 6. My daughters are now in grade 6, if they wanted to date a guy in 12th grade I would kill him and then ground them till they’re done with university.
So, my question is this: is it worth it or am I wasting my time? What do I see in the guy? That’s easy, he brings out my inner child, no bullshit. Is it serious? I dunno, more so from his side than mine, but I can tell you it’s one hell of ride and I mean that in every way you can imagine!
As for the suicide thing: you wont believe how simple it was to change my mind on that one. The kids have a facination with Charmed, so one of my commitments to them is to buy the bi-weekly episodes that are for sale at CNA. In the latest episode, Piper gets married. The mother of the bride cant attend the wedding because she’s dead. To see the way Piper reacts to not having her mom there, made me realise that I will be depriving my daugthers of that privilage. I had to get married without my dad and that was a horror to me, I cant imagine being able to get married and not have my mom there. So, for now, I think that I should stick around, for their sakes. Maybe I’m just too shit scared? Haven’t quite figured that one out yet 
PostSecret didn’t have any cards I could really relate to this week, so maybe my point of view is changing slightly. It’s a bitch and it’s scary, but thanks to Charmed and I can be sure of one thing: the current high will pass eventually and I will be my old, depressed self pretty soon! Yay, another thing to look forward to.
