Branding...

Swaziland is debating on passing a bill that will make it legal to brand HIV positive people on the butt...
So, a woman phoned in and told the DJ that her dad got a bit paranoid about Gert van Rooyen (who was kidnapping kids) and he BRANDED THE KIDS on the butt just in case!!! Come on!

So, if there was any doubt...

On the sabc news tonight we had an expert economist announce that we were officially in a recession. After Trevor Manuel did his best to placate everyone into a false sense of security (did anyone actually believe him??) the powers that be are now finally admitting to the crisis. I don't suppose this has anything to do with the fact that the denials happened before the elections and the truth is now being exposed after the elections...
I'm mildly irritated by people who lie blatantly and badly (sorry, Trevor - you fall into that category) The other day we went and had a look at a really old house that looked ok from the street. Oh my goodness! The walls were so badly affected by damp that THEY WERE CRUMBLING!!! And the estate agent was burning incense in just about every bedroom. What the heck does that tell you??? So he tells me the price and I burst out laughing - I couldn't help myself. I tell him as politely as possible that I wouldn't be prepared to pay half of that, so he nonchalantly tells me how much the renovated house next door went for - just to give me an idea of what houses in this area go for. So my friend asks casually, when was that house sold? And he replies, about a year ago. A year ago houses were being sold for R50-100 000 more than they were worth. I guess the poor guy is desperate to sell - he did mention a couple of times that it was an urgent sale.
So, at the moment, my imaginary dartboard has an image of Trevor and the estate agent and I'm mentally throwing darts at them - hmm... maybe I should rather put them in the stocks and throw rotten food at them...
Heavens no! We're in a recession! Pick up that rotten food and can it!

A special Message for Kings & Denae

Some Germans on the pier tried to convince Emma to write "Thomas" instead!

Congrats Kings and Denae!!

Adverts from the 70's and 80's

Hey missy, your stones chirp got me thinking about some of the adverts we were subjected to in our youth...
Remember the Rama soft ad where the guy butters a brick and takes a bite? I seem to recall some kid trying it and ending up in the Dentists chair!
And how about that pantihose advert?? "If you're as big as a house, small as a mouse..." I don't even remember what the rest was or what the pantihose were!
I suppose the fact that television was still very much in it's infancy accounts for the appalling viewing. My children can't believe we sat in front of the TV at all. But then, I feel pretty much the same about Sponge Bob Square Pants - Come on, Joanne - that is just not funny. Ed, Edd and Eddy I can still muster a giggle or smile here and there even if it is a little gross at times, but SBSP really isn't funny. And I don't hear the kids laughing.
Remember how the whole family used to sit in front of the Cosby show and everyone would be in fits of hysterical laughter?
Either TV has lost it or we have - I can't be sure which. Maybe it's both.

Beefing Up Bowls and More Kidney Stones

Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha! Missy, that beefing up bowls really got me!

I forgot to mention that the week after Richard's last stones were lasered, he continue to complain about being in pain. We all rolled our eyes and told him to get on with it and then on Saturday morning, 15 minutes before we left for the cricket, HE PASSED ANOTHER KIDNEY STONE!!!

So much for concluding the kidney stone saga. Who goes straight to cricket after passing a kidney stone, anyway??

The Mountain goes to a Cricket Match

The Indian Premier Cricket thing is going on at the moment and against my better judgement, I went with Rich and Emma while mom looked after Bex and Rachel.

First let me just say I have no business attending sports events... I seem to bring this bad omen where ever I go... I attended a volley ball tournament and a guy collapsed on the court with a heart attack, and at the cricket, a few rows away, a woman collapsed with a heart attack. A coincidence? I think not...

So, they have a DJ at the cricket and we arrived 2 hours early to get good seats and for those two hours, the music reverberrated through the stadium and I watched the structure suspiciously, wondering how well the architect did at school and whether he was any good at calculating the endurance and resilliance of the materials he was working with. Then I began to wonder if he knew the effects of bass and sound on materials. That got me thinking about Joshua and what pitch the trumpets were at to collapse the Etruscan walls to dust... (Or were they Phoenician? Or Babylonian?)

So, as I'm fretting about the structure collapsing and being trampled to death, my mind then wonders onto the fact that cricket has to be added to, to make it interesting. Then I got to wondering how dumb and inattentive the organisers actually thought we were that we had to have a blaring DJ, a bunch of girls trying to be cheerleaders (Denae, you would have laughed yourself silly) and fireworks everytime a team hit a 4 or a 6 or ran someone out. I was just wondering where the Bollywood dancers were... And I also began to wonder if anybody actually came to see the cricket... There were rather large groups gathered around the cheerleaders who's routines looked more like pole dances than cheerleading routines - and in case any of you are wondering how I know what a pole dance looks like, IT WAS ON OPRAH!! So, they're standing around taking pictures, and as I walk past from the loo, I notice THEY HAVE FISH NET STOCKINGS ON!!!! Eyew!

In case you assume I was a complete wet blanket, I was the only one in the family who stood up for the really bad Mexican wave!

My headache finally subsided yesterday after a couple of strong tablets! The cricket was on Saturday...