Friday, February 13, 2009
Stood up for Love
I saw this quote from one of my new favourite blogs in South Africa. I can actually read an entire post in one sitting! So go check it out ya'll.
Today she posted this quote: “Do you want me to tell you something really subversive? Love is everything it’s cracked up to be. That’s why people are so cynical about it. It really is worth fighting for, being brave for, risking everything for. And the trouble is, if you don’t risk anything, you risk even more.”- Erica Jong
Emotion may play a large role in my life because, often, my emotions are more stable than my logic skills. However, by my very nature I am not an ooshy gooshy person. Things are cut and dry, black, white or grey.
I used to be a cynic. I used to never believe love would or could happen to me.
But I was wrong.
The best things that have ever happened to be were due to love. Whether it is God's love, the Fi's love or the love of my friends and family, love has permanently revolutionised this love cynic into a hopeless romantic. A hopeless romantic who is about to marry her best friend and soulmate.
I stood up for true love this Valentine's Weekend. Suck on that cynics.
Labels:
All we need is Love,
Friendship,
My Faith,
My man
Tuesday, February 10, 2009
Green things make my heart happy
Nope, I am not really going to talk about saving the environment and all that nonsense. I am going to talk about plates. The environment will just have to wait for a few more posts.
Plates. These plates are ADORABLE! And I want them. now.
Go here to enter. And tell her I sent you.
But don't mind if I win... Because I really need those plates. Really.
Side note: Watched the grammys last night...
My take:
and this:
=ssshameful
Plates. These plates are ADORABLE! And I want them. now.
Go here to enter. And tell her I sent you.
But don't mind if I win... Because I really need those plates. Really.
Side note: Watched the grammys last night...
My take:
and this:
=ssshameful
Saturday, February 7, 2009
The one when I tell you the story of the new profile picure
I loaded it. The Fi looks over and says, "You shouldn't post pictures of you in the shower."
I am not naked. I am actually wearing my wedding dress... but that had to be cut off because I don't want the Fi to see... But I could tell him that either. Now he thinks I post naked pics online. Does that make me an online visual escort? I sure hope not.
The End
I am not naked. I am actually wearing my wedding dress... but that had to be cut off because I don't want the Fi to see... But I could tell him that either. Now he thinks I post naked pics online. Does that make me an online visual escort? I sure hope not.
The End
Friday, February 6, 2009
The one when I tell you about Roast Chicken
A few weeks ago I wanted to know how the roast chicken for our wedding meal would be prepared since they don't offer any tastings. I called our caterers. This is how the conversation went:
Me: Hi! It's Elizabeth, the bride from the wedding on the 22nd. I have a quick question for you.
Old Afrikaans lady: ok
Me: How do you prepare your roast chicken?
OAL: ok
Me: maybe she didn't hear Sorry, how do you prepare your roast chicken?
OAL: How do we prepare the roast chicken?
Me: Yes. How do you prepare the roast chicken.
OAL: Well, honey, its a roasted chicken.
Me: yes. How do you prepare it?
OAL: Well we cook it in the oven.
Me: Yes but how do you prepare it?
OAL: Well we take it out of the package and put it in the pan and put it in the oven and roast it.
Me: Well, yes, but what do you do with the chicken?
OAL: We put it in a pan.
Me: What recipe do you follow?
OAL: I just told you.
Oh cluck it. They put it in a pan and roast the damn thing.
Update: My mother was disturbed at my conversation and called herself. Turns out it's put in the pan, roasted and served with a wine sauce. Like duh.
Me: Hi! It's Elizabeth, the bride from the wedding on the 22nd. I have a quick question for you.
Old Afrikaans lady: ok
Me: How do you prepare your roast chicken?
OAL: ok
Me: maybe she didn't hear Sorry, how do you prepare your roast chicken?
OAL: How do we prepare the roast chicken?
Me: Yes. How do you prepare the roast chicken.
OAL: Well, honey, its a roasted chicken.
Me: yes. How do you prepare it?
OAL: Well we cook it in the oven.
Me: Yes but how do you prepare it?
OAL: Well we take it out of the package and put it in the pan and put it in the oven and roast it.
Me: Well, yes, but what do you do with the chicken?
OAL: We put it in a pan.
Me: What recipe do you follow?
OAL: I just told you.
Oh cluck it. They put it in a pan and roast the damn thing.
Update: My mother was disturbed at my conversation and called herself. Turns out it's put in the pan, roasted and served with a wine sauce. Like duh.
Wednesday, February 4, 2009
I thieve regularly
I totally stole this from Newly-wedded Wife's post. I am totally okay with that too.
Don't think less of me ok?
So the game goes like this. Go to your fourth folder in your pictures and click on the fourth folder. Find the fourth photo, post it along with an explanation.
The fourth photo in my folder is from my engagement party. A family member took a few snapshots of us... These two are my favourite and are number 4 and 5 in my list.
and
*sigh*
Don't think less of me ok?
So the game goes like this. Go to your fourth folder in your pictures and click on the fourth folder. Find the fourth photo, post it along with an explanation.
The fourth photo in my folder is from my engagement party. A family member took a few snapshots of us... These two are my favourite and are number 4 and 5 in my list.
and
*sigh*
Tuesday, February 3, 2009
Cool/ Uncool Tuesday
Today we're taking a bit of an exploration into the cool/uncool world of... my life...
I know. You are already riveted.
Cool: Meeka and I are rocking up life
Cool: My university documents all came through without any hang ups. I now work full time and study part time. Woop.
Cool: I got an award from Hillbilly Duhn for saying the big no no word in my blog. Yes. I said fuck. Don't believe me? Go here and discuss your view on profanity and censorship of profanity.
Cool: Now I get to list 10 random facts about myself
Uncool Fact #1: I can't eat tomato sauce (ketchup) because I worked 2 years as a waitress.
Uncool Fact #2: I am constantly freezing cold.
Cool Fact #3: I love to cuddle.
Cool Fact #4: I major in English Lit and Creative Writing
Uncool Fact #5: I have terrible grammar.
Uncool Fact #7: I have an inability to count.
Cool Fact #8: I am getting married in 19 days
Cool Fact #9: I watch grey's anatomy religiously
Cool Fact #10: I enjoy blogging more than I enjoy eating. Which, by the way, is a lot.
Cool: I also get to post a meaningful quote: This quote is the theme of our wedding.
"Cherish yesterday, dream tomorrow and live today"
Cool: My bloggy friends. Technically I need to tag 5 people who say the big no no word in their blog... So if you are reading this, have said the no no word, consider yourself tagged. *ching*
Over and out. xxoo
I know. You are already riveted.
Cool: Meeka and I are rocking up life
Cool: My university documents all came through without any hang ups. I now work full time and study part time. Woop.
Cool: I got an award from Hillbilly Duhn for saying the big no no word in my blog. Yes. I said fuck. Don't believe me? Go here and discuss your view on profanity and censorship of profanity.
Cool: Now I get to list 10 random facts about myself
Uncool Fact #1: I can't eat tomato sauce (ketchup) because I worked 2 years as a waitress.
Uncool Fact #2: I am constantly freezing cold.
Cool Fact #3: I love to cuddle.
Cool Fact #4: I major in English Lit and Creative Writing
Uncool Fact #5: I have terrible grammar.
Uncool Fact #7: I have an inability to count.
Cool Fact #8: I am getting married in 19 days
Cool Fact #9: I watch grey's anatomy religiously
Cool Fact #10: I enjoy blogging more than I enjoy eating. Which, by the way, is a lot.
Cool: I also get to post a meaningful quote: This quote is the theme of our wedding.
"Cherish yesterday, dream tomorrow and live today"
Cool: My bloggy friends. Technically I need to tag 5 people who say the big no no word in their blog... So if you are reading this, have said the no no word, consider yourself tagged. *ching*
Over and out. xxoo
Monday, February 2, 2009
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