Pro-Active Approaches

Work has been more stressful than usual the past few days, which besides getting my panties in a knot, has left me extremely demotivated.  Yesterday I hit my first (of many I assure you) 12-hour day.  Add on a twenty minute commute to and from work, and you can call it 13 hours…

I got home last night to literally eat my supper, watch Dr Who and fall asleep.  I was exhausted.

So, I decided to try to do something pro-active to motivate myself and went looking for quotations on the internet about things that are important to me, as well as for me to get a pack on the back for a job well done.

They are:






I found two quotations for each heading and have typed them out in bright, happy colours, laminated them and put them up on my wall, to remind me that a positive attitude towards my goals will allow me to reach them.  I thought it would be good to share them with BlogLand too so that the sunshine can be spread.


The people who constantly rise to the top are those who possess a vision before the prize is won.  They see the triumph before anyone else.  (John Maxwell)

Leaders establish the vision for the for the future and set the strategy for getting there; they cause change.  They motivate and inspire others to go in the right direction and they, along with everyone else, sacrifice to get there. (John Kotter)


Most of the important things in the world have been accomplished by people who have kept on trying when there seemed to be no help at all.  (Dale Carnegie)

The price of success is hard work, dedication to the job at hand, and the determination that whether we win or lose, we have applied the best of ourselves to the task at hand.  (Vince Lombardi)


Courage is the power to let go of the familiar. (Raymond Lindquist)

Courage is speaking your mind, even wehn your voice shakes. (Maggie Kuhn)


Success is to be mesure not so much by the position that one has reacher in life as by the obstacles which he has overcome. (Booker T Washington)

Most successful men have not achieved their distinction by having some new talent or opportunity presented to them.  They have developed the opportunity that was at hand. (Bruce Barton).


All personal achievement starts in the mind of the individual.  Your personal achievement starts in your mind.  The first step is to know exactly what your problem, goal or desire is. (W Clement Stone)

Optimism is essential to achievement and it is also the foundation of courage and true progress. (Nicholas Murray Butler).

Right that is that for the moment.  I have to go and join my team outside for a practice session.  The match is on Thursday.

This is Your Captain Speaking

Yes, that’s right.  Yours Truly has been nominated as the Office Ladies’ Soccer Captain.  So I guess that would make me Captain MTM.  In an attempt to build some team spirit between the different departments around the farm, it was decided by the Powers that Be to host a Ladies’ Lunch Time Soccer Game next Thursday.  By some autocratic decision I was made Captain of a team consisting of all the office ladies (there are squeals about broken nails and having to tie up their hair), the older generation of the harvesting ladies and some packhouse ladies.  Everyone is already laughing, so the team spirit is already on the up and up. 

Our team is playing the much-stronger Field side, so it is a given that we are going to get annihilated – without a shadow of a doubt, but what we lack in skill, we make up for in dedication and creativity.  Sandra said she thinks we should come dressed totally wacky (she is thinking shorts, long socks and a ballerina’s tutu).  I told every one on my team I want a suggestion of a name for a team name, as well as team colours.  In the democracy that is my office, I will chuck all the suggestions in a hat and get one of the gents to select the “winning combination”.

One of my team members, Evangeline sent me a mail asking, “Captain, what exactly does a midfielder do?”

My reply was quite simply, “Kick the ball and hope to hell nobody trips you.”

Last weekend’s Halloween party was a blast.  Liza and Elizabeth really went to a great deal of trouble and fun was had by all.  !

The following people attended:

Rachel and Kyle, dressed as a witch and Frankenstein

Philip (Elizabeth’s brother), dressed as Captain Hooker, the gay pirate.

Roger, dressed as a very blond John Lennon

Mary-Ann, dressed as a witch

Liza dressed as Liewe Heksie

and her other half, Keith, as the Devil

Elizabeth, dressed as Casper the Friendly Ghost.  She had a head-piece too, but the designer cut a square piece (instead of two round holes) for her eyes, so she left it at home because she thought she resembled the Klu Klux Klan.

Andrea and Mike (Elizabeth’s sister and her boyfriend), dressed as Miss Kienie (translated to be Maybe Not) and a nameless boxer (I loved the shiner!).

Imi and Zane (Elizabeth’s other sister and her boyfriend), dressed as they were, with masks to cover their faces – they hadn’t planned to come to the party, but at the last minute decided they would.

Emilynn, dressed as a (very convincing) zombie

and last, but not least, Yours Truly as a vampire

We took a drive through town on the back of Keith’s van through town.  We got some interesting reactions.  I nearly lost my teeth a couple of times.  Emilynn, seriously in the spirit of scary spookiness walked up to an unsuspecting couple necking in the car, knocked on their window and scared them – to such an extent that the gent lit up a cigarette, started the car and drove off.  It was SO funny!  Here are some group photos we took:

Andrea and Mike baked a cake, perfectly suited to the theme.  The spider was made out of a Whisper, a piece of a Bar One and a Sweetie Pie.  The spider web was liquorice.  I thought it extremely creative.

On the quandry – I’m still in two minds about what to do…it’s been a very long time, so what’s another couple of days?  I’m sure he knows how I feel – he can’t possibly not, given the interaction and hints I have been dropping through the years, but part of me can’t help wondering if I actually tell him, that it might change things. 

Mom had the idea of going out for dinner, but I’m still at work so it remains to be seen if that will indeed materialize.  Some days I really hate this place…

A Once-in-a-Lifetime Opportunity

I’m sick 😦  And with sick, goes grumpy.  I feel like I have been hit by a freight train that has derailed.  But… it is worth it because I got to see the soccer in Cape Town last Thursday night.  While the bank told Dad the tickets they were sending him were for the England-Algeria match, it turned out that they were for the Netherlands-Cameroon match.  I couldn’t have bothered who was playing – just to be able to say “I was there” is all that mattered to me.

I still haven’t found a word or phrase that encompasses the atmosphere, although electrifyingly-superbly-amazingly-superflyingly-supercalifragilisticexpialidocious does do it some justice.  It was a truly memorable experience – a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, which I will be forever grateful to Dad for.

Allan came to pick me up at the guest house just after two and we headed off to the Cape Town International Airport where we caught a fan bus into town.  I spent half the journey wracking my brains as to when last I had actually been on a bus.  Suffice to say, I still don’t remember – that’s how long it’s been.

From there we walked to the Fan Fest at the Grand Parade, and for as far as the eye could see, there were Dutch supporters, all kitted out in orange gear.  Many of the supporters went to a great deal of trouble with costumes for the occasion as you can see from some of the photos below.










From there we trotted off along the Fan Mile (and for those of you who don’t know me, I abhor walking anywhere.  I have a car for a reason), which turned out to be an experience in its own right.  There was a palpable atmosphere and dotted all along the mile where performers, food stalls and throngs of people.  All along the mile the sound of an instrument which has become synonymous with soccer, the vuvuzela, could be heard. 

We arrived at the stadium with two hours to kick-off and took our seats – 10 rows from the pitch, right behind the Dutch team dug-out.  It was surreal, because the pitch was so pristine it looked as if it was painted.  Soon the stadium started filling up and it was evident that there were more Dutch supporters in the stands than Cameroon ones, although Blood Diamond actor Djimon Hounsou and his wife, Kimora Lee Simmons were supporting the latter and sitting three rows down from us.  I kept thinking to myself, “those two look so familiar” and eventually Allan enlightened me as to who the former was.

Soon kick-off happened and the game was underway.  Even though I know zero about soccer, I cheered for the Dutch team and erupted into applause when everybody else did.  At half time the score was 1-0 in favour of the Dutch, but the Cameroonians fought a good game and equalized in the second half, but the Dutch managed to squeeze in another goal and in doing so, moved onto the next round.

Leaving the stadium proved to be quite a feat – with more than 63000 other people also wanting to get out the gates, it took us almost as long to get from the stadium to the bus stop at the stadium than it had for us to walk the entire fan mile.  To give you an idea of just how many people there  were…

We caught the bus back to the airport, picked up the car and Allan dropped me off just after the clock chimed the proverbial pumpkin-hour and I crept into bed.  I woke up as sick as a dog on Saturday, even worse on Sunday (and I had to drive back home from Cape Town), even worse-than-worse on Monday (and I had to go to Hermanus for a head-office meeting and back again) and I am still sick.  Mom went to the doctor this morning and he has diagnosed her with bronchitis, which means I am very well suffering from the same ailment, and while I know I should get myself to the doctor – I’m still stuck here for 11 hours a day…

The Windfall Continues

The other day I blogged about an (un)expected parcel, see which The Original Cin ( referred to as a windfall in her comment, saying that she hoped it would continue.  Well, it looks like it has…

Last night Rachel and I had plans to pop out for drinks, but we opted to visit at my house instead because it was too cold and wet to go anywhere.  To ward off the cold, we each had a glass of Boplaas Chocolate Port, and then another, and then another, and then another, and then the bottle was finished *gasp*! 

While we were chatting, our conversation was interrupted by the phone – my parents, wanting to find out what I was up to and to find out just how much, if any, interest I have in the FIFA 2010 World Cup.  I told them that I’d like to watch the opening match (which our boss is letting us leave work early for) and any games that England, Brazil or Italy would be playing in.  I have a penchant for British men (they all seem to have such open faces), the Brazilians are just so hot-blooded and the Italians just ooze sex appeal.

Dad then pipes up, “Oh, I have two tickets for the game between Algeria and England in Cape Town on the 18th of June.  The bank phoned me today to tell me I qualified for them due to the kind of account I have with them.  If you want them, they’re yours.”  I could hardly believe my ears. 

Now would be a good time to mention that I know diddly-squat about the game itself, but what I do know is that there is definitely some eye-candy to be seen on the field.  Or is that meant to be pitch? I know too that David Beckham is injured and will not be taking part, but maybe he will still be visible on the bench.

The atmosphere is also going to be electric, and it is going to be something that not many other people I know will be able to enjoy.  I will be able to say, “I was there.”  It is going to be a phenomenal memory maker.

I am uber-excited, and have already told Sandra, my superior, that I am planning to put in for a day’s leave on the 18th.  So far she seems to be leaning towards authorizing it.  *Squee!* 

I am wondering if I should push my luck and go and play some Blackjack or Roulette tomorrow (after I’ve recovered from the effects of tonight’s dancing) to see if the windfall still continues.