The Blue Beast


…so it’s been a while since I’ve shared something from my life – let’s recap.

I have car number two now – YAY ME!!!

Traded in LillyBee and have the upgraded, Sexy, Gorgeous Moroccan Blue Beast. (Spark 1.2 lol)

LOL what can I say…I’m a Chevy girl!!! …And one day I’ll have my Camero.

 

Hmmmm let’s see…made some new friends, crazy one’s, sexy one’s, one’s that suck at pool, one’s that drink too much and one’s well they’ve become wallpaper in my thoughts hmmmmm

 

Got told that I’m getting old, gonna be 24 next month, is it really time to get married? Maybe a few decades back but now??? This century??? I don’t know….I have so much I still wanna do with my life. So many mountains to climb, lips to kiss – hahaha but getting married – I’d love to…just can’t do it now.

I want to own property by the time I’m 25, might seem unreachable but hey it was my goal for 23 (get a car, a house and have something in the bank). Got the car…my something in the bank is now gone…evaporated faster than beer at a rugby/cricket match. LOL So I’ve got some work to do…start building my life, 30 is a mere turn away from 24 and considering that my days have moved into the fast lane, I need to set my mind to it.

One day I was 19, young, gorgeous, in my prime and life was perfect and simple, I closed my eyes and when I opened them I turned 23….the age of my dreams.

I wanted to be 23 since I was 15. I just couldn’t wait. Thought everything in my life would be sorted and I’d be getting engaged, planning a life with someone, travelled, saved and most importantly grown up. I’m here, It’s now, life just isn’t that same pretty dream I imagined. Things aren’t so carefree, I have bills to pay, credit cards to worry about and SHIT!!! petrol is now on my budget!!! R10+ a liter – it’s day-light robbery!!! Stress, work, stress, family, stress, bills, stress, stupid investment decisions, stress…….hmmm all one in the same now.

ENOUGH OF THAT!

 

My little bro is in matric this year…where does the time go? One minute his yanking on my toes under the dining table, now he’s got a beautiful girlfriend and kicking ass at school. The second oldest of my younger brothers is offically taller than me! 14years old and taller than me! Grown up all handsome and I just cam’t believe that their all grown up. The littlest of them all…just shocks me, I call him baby and he talks like a big boy! (^^, My sis….hmmmmm my little munchkin, 22this year – I still think of her as the tiny new kid in highschool that didn’t know if she should call me Sumeshnee or Simone or Akka (big sister in Tamil)….so she shouted out Sumeshnee! The most unnatural sounding Sumeshnee ever – Argh! I love ‘em all to bits! G5 – FOREVER!!!

 

RAMBLING RAMBLING RAMBLING………but it’s what I do best…that and well I’ve been dubbed a Nerd at work. Got a Naughty badge and a Nerd badge tagged on my butt! I don’t know about the whole nerd thing…..I like Excel and Excel likes me……I’m a software specialist………applications is what I know. Fiddling with them adds to the fun. Which as I say to my supervisor….”Good work is rewarded with more work…” and “sometimes it’s best to pretend like you don’t know everything, keeps people away from adding to your daily chores” LOL But I love it!!! Love being on top of game and helping everyone out………….which now brings me to the part of why my old buddies no longer email, bbm, tweet, etc me anymore. I just don’t have the time to hold conversations anymore…texting is time consuming, rather call me (if I’m not driving) and allow me to work and talk to you all in one go.

 

Hmmmmmmmmmmmmmm……………………………time to leave the office, traffic has hopefully died down and I gots my family waiting for me to get home to have supper.

 

Hope you guys are all having a fantastic evening!

THE BLUE BEAST

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