Have i told you lately...

How much i love music.

While sitting at my desk surrounded by some strange people i decided to take a bit of a survey. The question - really simple (or not). "What is your absolute favourite song?" They just stare at me. "Okay, okay...", i say. "What is your favourite all time song and what is your current favourite?".

See there is always that one song that you have always deeply loved, but when asked what your favourite song is you always seem confused because there's this one new song that you absolutely love. If you take all new music away you will definitely find your song. The one anthem that has carried you through a lot or have made you just wanna jump with joy when you hear it.

See i told you i am a music fanatic. Who can actually make up a whole post concentrating on a "your favourite song" myth. Just me ... and i'm sure that makes me very special (like groendakkies special).

So without further ado... here are their answers. Funny enough, I can already tell a lot about them by simply reviewing their answers.

Zaneta:

All time favourite: Well actually she's got two...
"Independent Love Song" Scarlet
"Timewarp" Rocky Horror Picture Show

Current favourite:
"Lyf teen lyf" Eden

Monean:

Just one definite favourite:
"Desert Rose" Sting


Louise:

Also, only one and only for her:
"Truly, madly, deeply" Savage Garden


Rene:

Her words: "I like it rough":
"Purple Rain" Prince

Chantelle:

All time favourite:
"Ek dink aan jou" Dozi

Current favourite:
"Lyf teen lyf" Eden

In chantelle's defense she does realise that she might sound like an Afrikaans music freak. Well my dear friend - you are and therefore you totally rock my jean pant.

So - what is your favourite song? And do you have a story to share about it?

Thank you for the music!

I am sitting at my desk and listening to a new group called Teatro. I think they are supposed to be the new Ill Divo, but it is safe to say that they missed that boat completely. Their CD is suppose to give you an all-out best of Andrew Loyd Webber theatre classics. Stretching from Edelweiss to Music Of the Night from Phantom of the Opera. It rather gives you a pain in your anoesh area (not self-inflicted). Comments in the office about their voices included: “Their balls definitely haven’t dropped” ... “If in Afrikaans you say “jy verkrag die liedjie vir my” then they have just gang-raped Andrew Loyd Webber”. Hehe... Yes any kind of rape should not be laughed at but you have to admit that was a funny comment. Anyway truth is there is nothing wrong with their voices, but also nothing really that stands out... They also never really reach that immaculate pitch that we all look for in music. That moment in the Celine Dion’s Power of Love where she belts out: “Cause i’m your lady, and you are my man...” That moment you get tears in your eyes and thank God you are alive...

Why i’m telling you all this... Well they attempt to bring justice to the most beautiful – Edelweiss – and that suddenly reminded me of something. When I was little – around 7 (Sub A – Grade 1) I started singing in our school choir. Now we lived in Queenstown and the pre-primary school i attended could not have had more than 100 pupils. But I was so proud of that choir and Edelweiss was one of our favourites. The principal (who directed the choir) always made me stand in the front row, because i sang the loudest of everyone and because i was cute (i looked like shirley temple okay) i was a real crowd-pleaser. I even had a song book full of beautiful songs – mostly English because it was a bilingual school. I used to practice at home on a daily basis and was always so excited when we learnt new songs...

One of the songs was called: “Whistle daughter whistle”... and i absolutely loved it:

Whistle daughter whistle and you shall have a goat.

I can’t whistle daddy because it hurts my throat.

Whistle daughter whistle and you shall have a cow.

I can’t whistle daddy you never taught me how.

Whistle daughter whistle and you shall have a man.

... i’ll do the best i can!

I would really give anything to be able to do that again!

so long, farewell... auf wiedersehen...

Hey guys,

just a quick note to say that i will be going in for my anoesh op tomorrow morning. I have to say i'm quite nervous as i am not a fan of hospitals, but i also know this could be the start of great things. So share with me this moment to fare well to our favourite ms. anoesh. You've had your fun missy, i'm taking over now :)

Chat soon - love you all!

PS. Hopefully from now on my blogs will not only entail ass-stories ... yay!

hello again!

Have no sorrow, for you have not been forsaken...

I am officially declaring myself the world’s worst blogger. I mean, i can’t even remember when last i posted anything. So sorry guys – i promise i’ll make it up to you soon. The good news is i’m still alive and kicking ...

So what’s going on in anchie’s life at the moment. Well, ms anoesh is still with us in all her glory. And there is some good news and some not so good news. The good news is that i finally found an answer on why i feel so much pain and a solution. The not so good news is that they have to operate. So they will be removing my coccyx on the 29th of this month. The ortho-doc said that i must have broken it very, very badly and that some of the bones grew back horizontal. They are therefore pushing against other stuff in my anoesh and causing the immense pain.

I have to say i was quite emotional when i walked out of his office. One part of me felt very relieved, as i began to think i was going off my rocker the past month. I felt as if i couldn’t do anything, couldn’t handle pain and couldn’t be around people. I never knew pain could be so dibilitating (spelling) and that it could give you a good bout of depression. But three months is a long time and after his examination i realised that i have actually been coping very well. What a relief.

The second thing that went through my mind was sadness that i had to go for an operation and that i would be lying on my back for minimum 2 weeks. He explained to me that i wouldn’t be able to sit/drive for at least 2 weeks and that somebody would have to take care of me. I also couldn’t work, which is a problem for me as i do consultancy and get paid by the hour. I just started at this new company and already i am going to miss 2 weeks of work. But this is my health and is much more important than work – or so i keep trying to tell myself.

Furthermore i will be moving into a new flat and organised it in February already. Because i broke my rental agreement they could get new tenants in earlier and i have to be out of my flat by the end of this month. I can only move into the new flat at the end of June, so i will be moving to my mom’s house for a month. Because of the op i need to move this weekend and luckily i found movers to help on short notice. So i’ll be packing every night this week, to be ready for Saturday’s big move.

That’s about it for my life at the moment. Quite hectic if i could say so myself, but as a good friend always used to say: This too shall pass.

Lots of hugs and kisses.

Ponder on these imponderables for a minute...

Got this on email and thought it was quite cool...

1. If you take an Oriental person and spin him around several times,
does he become disoriented?

2. If people from Poland are called Poles, why aren't people from
Holland called Holes?

4. If a pig loses its voice, is it disgruntled?

5. If love is blind, why is lingerie so popular?

6. Why is the man who invests all your money called a broker?

7. When cheese gets its picture taken, what does it say?

8. Why is a person who plays the piano called a pianist but a person
who drives a racing car not called a racist?

9. Why are a wise man and a wise guy opposites?

10. Why do overlook and oversee mean opposite things?

11. Why isn't the number 11 pronounced onety one?

12. 'I am' is reportedly the shortest sentence in the English language.

Could it be that 'I do' is the longest sentence?

13. If lawyers are disbarred and clergymen defrocked, doesn't it follow
that electricians can be delighted, musicians denoted, cowboys deranged,
models deposed, tree surgeons debarked, and dry cleaners depressed?

14. What hair colour do they put on the driver's licences of bald men?

15. I thought about how mothers feed their babies with tiny little
spoons and forks so I wondered what do Chinese mothers use? Toothpicks?


16. Why do they put pictures of criminals up in the Post Office? What
are we supposed to do, write to them? Why don't they just put their
pictures on the postage stamps so the postmen can look for them while
they deliver the mail?

17. You never really learn to swear until you learn to drive. (my fav)

18. No one ever says, 'It's only a game' when their team is winning.

19. Ever wonder about those people who spend $2.00 apiece on those
little bottles of Evian water? Try spelling Evian backwards: NAIVE

20. Isn't making a smoking section in a restaurant like making a peeing
section in a swimming pool?

22. OK ... so if the Jacksonville Jaguars are known as the 'Jags' and
the Tampa Bay Buccaneers are known as the 'Bucs,' what does that make
the Tennessee Titans?

23. If 4 out of 5 people SUFFER from diarrhoea, does that mean that one
enjoys it?


24. Why if you send something by road it is called a shipment, but when
you send it by sea it is called cargo?

25. If a convenience store is open 24 hours a day, 7 days a week, 365
days a year, why are there locks on the door?

Up shit creak..

A funny thing happened to me on the way to Reno...

This one's good guys. Very very very good. After my devilishly funny post on Thursday (thanks for all the comments - somehow it won't let me comment) i went for a braai at my mom's house, had a great supper, played with my beautiful (and i mean beautiful) dog and went to bed.

Woke up on Friday morning EARLY. My stomach was aching - i felt nauseous. It felt a bit like butterflies - but not the good kind - the one's you find in a b-rated Sci-fi movie. It was confirmed - i had a stomach bug. The rest of the morning / day was spent cleansing my insides in every which way i could.

Now for those of you who haven't had the honor of a tummy bug. In the words of the late great Crocodile Hunter Steve Irwin - "Crickey, he's a tricky little fellow ain't he". You can be the Queen of England or a bergie next to the train tracks - when that sucker strikes there is no difference in class. We all do what we need to do to get through the day - and it ain't pretty.

On many occassions i have mentioned that the worst thing on earth to me is throwing up (yes people i would never be bullimic - trust me). I just dont' think man was suppose to do that at all. It just doesnt work for me. Adding the fact that it also meant that my respitory infection started flaming up again - i can honestly say - not my best day ever :(

Now for those of you squeemish (i can't spell today) types i do apologise for the gross report of bodily function. This post really should not be seen as negative or moaning - i'm simply stating an obvious point - through all of this i prayed that the good Lord would allow me to fare well to my dear ms Coxic in one gigantic thrust down under. I really hoped that ms coxic would be excremented from my body and flushed down the toilet... But to no avail... It was not to be...

So, ms Coxic survives to fight another day. In a weird way i'm kind of proud of her (not really, but i don't want any bad vibes from her side). And yes you are technically a bit insane when you start reffering to your coxic in a female capacity.

But hey, at least i lost a staggering 2.5kg in one day. Finally i know how those hollywood damsels keep in shape :D

New jobs and other ponderings...

Life has been quite hectic for me the past couple of weeks. As most of you know i started my new job on the 1st of April and i’m really trying to get stuck into the new groove. The first week came with a few surprises and i felt a bit hopeless. I soon realised that i had to stand my ground otherwise i will be washed up by the end of the year. I only have two hands.

See, one of my clients from knet is starting up this new consultation company. So they asked me to head it up for them. I would obviously be the only consultant in the beginning but the whole idea is to grow it into a flourishing consultant agency. I therefore resigned at knet and decided to give it a go...

I bought a laptop, tried to figure out the whole internet access at home thing and waited for my first day. The day finally arrived and in no uncertain terms they told me that i would have to bring in money by consulting to companies, find new clients and set up this entire company structure. That all was said in 5 minutes and my reply to that was WTF? How am i suppose to work 5 days a week consulting on a project management / business analyst / data integration specialist basis; set up a busines plan and budget for the company; find new clients and pay my own salary.

This idea left me quite stressed when i left the office. I was thinking... Where am i going to find new clients? How am i going to handle all the work? What if i’m not good enough? What have i done?

By Thursday i got myself to relax a bit and started setting up a type of business plan for myself. I also restructured my whole department at knet, and had a very detailed meeting with my knet boss explaining the future of my department. When i got home on Friday my new boss phoned me to say another company wanted to see me about another project that Monday. So i went and it looks good – seeing that i have worked with this company before.

It is going to be a very trying couple of months ahead – this is a whole new territory for me. I am very much about structure, viability and job security and it is not so easy when you are a consultant (i still blush when i call myself that – such a big word for such a frightened person>. Also, i have so much work to do at knet still, including a trip to joburg next week sometime to sort out suppliers. This in between the huge project for the other company. So yes, there are positive and negative things about new moves but at least i got out there and gave it a go...

AND wait how can i keep you in so much suspense... now another chapter out of the anoesh diaries...

Yes people it has now been 7 weeks since i broke little miss coxic and she is still having a little tea party at my expense every now and again. On the positive side i’m not having those extreme pains while sitting from a month ago. On the negative side i now struggle to get up when i sit too long. It’s a different pain and it feels like somebody is driving a knife through my ass everytime i get up. Also, for those of you who have not had the pleasure to meet me in person – i am quite a big girl (okay, maybe grossly overweight is more accurate but this is my blog! And yes i am going to get shouted at for belitteling – excuse the pun – myself but it’s kinda funny). So because i have to get up in such a weird way and put so much pressure on my knees they are starting to ache.

I r to be broken a bit maybe...

So i reckon that either this is the last stretch of my pain or unfortunately my coxic has grown back incorrectly. Oh my please dear Lord let it just be the last stretch! Nonetheless i will be going back to the orthopedic surgeon on Monday for a check-up and i will see what he says when he puts his finger up my ass again (apologies for the crudeness) – hehe.

That’s about that from me and my coxic – i hope you are all doing well and chat soon.

PS. I have to end by saying through all this drama in my life i am starting to get to know myself so much better. I’ve spent a lot of time alone the past couple of weeks and that maybe one of the best things that could have happened to me. But please beware – nobody is aloud to comment on this post with positive afterthoughts like: “there is a reason for everything.” “sometimes pain makes you stronger”...

Much obliged J