New ness is revealed.

So, you got up Early just to hear what's happen with Slave to the Ordinary right? Right.

I needed to change, honest I did. This blog has all been based upon the quote in the upper right hand corner. Being daring, impractical, being anything that inspired those around me. And I did.

I succeeded.

Now, I have another journey to embark on. The journey of not being a pain in the ass but soaking up every little bit I can of this life.

Am I still a slave to the ordinary day? No.

No longer is this blog accurate. It's like finding an old diary and trying to reapply those thoughts to your current outlook. It just cannot be the same.

I have uploaded all these posts onto WordPress- all your comments too. I really do hope that you will find me over there and continue with me as I embark on this new journey.

Ok, enough jibber jabber. (ten points if you NAME THAT QUOTE!)

The new and exciting journey I am embarking on is:



It might be a few days before everything is up and running. But I have posted a few pages with new crap on them and all. So take a moment and change your reader.

Oh I haven't told you where I am posting? Bad bad me. You're gonna have to wait until tomorrow.

Just kidding. You can change your blog reel to:

http://touchingjoy.wordpress.com


What do you think? Will you be following me over there?

Keyword Wednesday

It's that time. The time when all your secrets are displayed on my stat counter. I know what you searched for to find me.

These are the recent keywords that readers have used to find me on Google.

Sometime I've gotta wonder...

1. Messy Beauty- This obviously links to Klara's Blog. But seriously. When I looked it up on google I got nothing but random ridiculous searches. What are you looking for?!?!(Unless you are looking for Klara's blog. And if that's the case, go check it out!)

2. One day as slave- we we forced to harvest tabacco. Are you serious?!

3. guyus as slaves- Sounds like porn to me! Try again later.

4. Tea for my aching tummy- Rooibos (or red bush)tea, honey. Does it every time.

5. letting go- It's hard. But a good Facebook clean out does wonders!

6. stood up quotes- If you don't stand up for something then you'll fall for anthing.

7. Best friend getting married letter- Glad they found me. I could totally help with that. Not.

8. mullet with a farmers tan - Oh the wonders of the internet

9. dahlingitsme- Hi.

10. oh my tummy aches- Why are you tellin Google?

11. funny crap to say- Now this is something I can help with!

12. why do people meddle?- Why the heck should I know?!

13. "the day of destiny" - Tada!

14. How to make my husband a slave- Um.

Pretty Nutso me thinks.

Things I am not a stranger to...

It's been officially three months since Hubs and I returned from honeymoon. Boy, has it been an adventure. Which is fabulous because, as you know, I am no stranger to adventure.



Or Danger...



or beauty





And definitely not hugs.

Standing up

Personally I don't consider my self either conservative nor liberal. The closest political word for my beliefs is Right-Libertarianism. I believe in freedom. I believe in small government. I believe, like Ronald Reagan, that government is the problem not the solution.

I don't want Gay-rights limiting my opinion. If homosexuals want to have the same rights as heterosexuals- fine. Just don't make me have the same opinion as you do. Give me the freedom to disagree and protest without labelling me a bigot.

I don't want the NRA limiting my opinions either. I don't support the gun laws. I want the right to say so. I also don't support the anti-gun movement. I want the right to say they are both ridiculous.

I don't support abortion. I believe that babies have rights. But I believe that if it's legal, I want the right to say I think it's wrong, just as if it's illegal you want the right to protest about the woman's choice.

I don't like President Obama and the socialist practices he is implementing. I don't approve of President Zuma and the communist policies he is shoving down our throats.

I wish to reserve the right to disagree. And this right is so slowly dissolving under the word "tolerance" and the dogma of being narrow minded.. What is narrow-mindedness? According to Merriam- Webster narrow-mindedness is lacking in tolerance or breadth of vision. According to many, I am narrow minded because I don't agree with popular opinion.

But real narrow mindedness is placing your opinions above others. Being narrow minded is the lack of width in your vision, that you can't see that all this mumbo jumbo is truly just that. Mumbo Jumbo.

Isn't that what tolerance really is? It's not supporting gay rights. Nor is it supporting liberal ideals. True tolerance is respecting opinions, both those that support your view and those in disagreement.

Free Speech as a constitutional right is slowly disappearing. God forbid that Facebook refuses to shut down Aryan Supremacist groups! Where has the freedom to state unpopular opinions gone?

I support a new kind of tolerance. Not of the popular Obama catch phrases but of the respect of differences.

Martin Niemoller said: "In Germany, the Nazis came for the Communists, and I didn't speak up because I wasn't a Communist. Then they came for the Jews, and I didn't speak up because I wasn't a Jew. Then they came for the trade unionists, and I didn't speak up because I wasn't a trade unionist. Then they came for the Catholics, and I didn't speak up because I was a Protestant. Then they came for me, and by that time there was no one left to speak for me."

The same can be said for our constitutional rights. First they came for Gun rights and I didn't stand up because I didn't own a gun...

The 'tolerants' are coming for Free Speech and I am standing up.

What are your thoughts?

Love Letters

Dear Nissan,

Why oh why do you install tape decks into post 2000 Almera's. It's uncool. The radio and obscure tapes I happen to have from when I was 8 are really old now.

Please take note. The next car we get will either be silent or equipped with the top of the line Ipod dock. Thank you.

Regards,

Girl who can no longer tolerate Jeremy Mansfield or Garreth Cliff. Nor the Backstreet boys.
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Dear Blogger,

Why do you do your maintenance at 2:00 PDT? This happens to correspond perfectly with my lunch break. The globe just don't run on one timezone.

Sincerely,

South African who likes to eat at 12:00 exactly and type up a post.

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Dear really big coffee cup,

I love you. And I love the copious amounts of coffee inside you.

Love,

Girl who feels overworked today.

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Dear Hubs,

Thanks for staying up late with me last night. It helped me feel more like I am 21 and not 81. Plus you talked me through all my internal issues. Who gets a husband like that?! You are the bomb.

Kisses,

Your 21 year old wife

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Dear Co-worker

If you seriously don't stop talking about food, while I am trying to diet.... i will kill you.

Thanks,

Girl who already has shed 2 kgs and only has fifty million more to go

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Happy hump day you all you out there! Have a better day than I! :)

Letting go Version II

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Sometimes I envy Hubs.

Not in the I-wish-I-had-a-penis-so-that-I-could-sit-on-the-couch-and-play-xbox-or-computer-games-until-4:30 in the morning-belch-when-I-feel-like-it-and-leave-stink-bombs-in-the-car-for-my-wife kind of way.

Obviously. Ew.

No, what I envy about Hubs is his amazing ability to let go. He no longer feels bitter over his despicable Exes. He doesn't secretly wish that his grade four crush would find him on Facebook to notice how sexy he has become. No longer does he feel the pangs of teenager regret.

Oh to have this skill! I have a hard time letting go!

Remembering kills me sometimes. Nostalgia leads to aching.

I am gearing up to my Facebook clean out. Why am I friends with my fourth grade crush?! Why do I constantly double check my profile picture to make sure I look as thin and beautiful as possible? It is ridiculous! I need to clean them out. I need to be able to let go. I need the courage to know that once I release them, I won't ever need them.




I have everything I have ever needed. So cest la vie

Top (Kinda) ten things that make today what it is.

1. The plumber arrived... before 8 am... to fix our yucky pipes. God bless him! As I write he is in there tinkering away in the kitchen with Hubs.

2. It sounds as if Hubs has made a new friend. Dinner with the plumber anybody?

3. I got a frantic sms from Pookie, which let to a drunken phone call which can all be rectified today once she wakes up and has less of a hangover.

4. I was able to lay in bed past 6 am... past 6:30 am and only got my lazy ass up once the plumber knocked on the front door at 7:30 am...

5. There is something in knowing that my daily quota of foul language is used up by 7:31am.

6. Tonight I will be able to wash dishes in my kitchen sink again! Oh joys!

7. I can no longer fend off Hub's moans about not having clean clothes... because now my pipes will be fixed. Sad day.

8. Thankfully I can only think of eight things right now. Cut me some slack, its only 28 minutes since I got up!

9. Wait I thought of one more, no wait. It's gone.

10. Skin and bones.

11. Johnny Depp.

Yep. I did conclude my list with Johnny Depp. because he s alive today enhances my chance meeting with him like 100%. SO here's to you Mr. Depp!

Intimacy and lack thereof

I am a big abstinence supporter. I saved sex for marriage.

It was something that was very important to me.

I wrote this a while ago. It too held a place on my now dead blog.


Intimacy

Virtue, cast not away from me
Marriage let not my heart stray…
Chasteness hear my plea.
Long lashes tremble
Rock and roll ‘til the fever breaks
By and by as strength weakens
The quiet echoes
Patience and grace hold true…

My blood.

U2 frontman Bono once said: "My definition of art started with: you put your hands under your skin, you break your breastbone, you rip open your ribcage. If you really want to write, that’s what you ought to do. Are you ready to do that? Or is rock ‘n’ roll for you just a pair of shoes and a haircut, or a certain sour existentialism or a certain sweet decay? That is one of my first definitions of art. Blood."

This is my blood.

My intentions when I wrote this poem where to echo my current thoughts in certain post-modernistic thinking. I did this in two ways. Firstly, following the belief that everything that is created has already been created before, I used either a line from another poem, another song or another work of art for each individual line. I also tried to allow the cyclical nature of the subject matter of the poem to further echo this sentiment. I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it!



A Love Song for a Saviour

Tarnished with things unseen

I’m taking the blame

Since the words to comfort

Suddenly rebel at questioning.


Longest I’ve been impermanent

Unsettled and unkind

Shuffle to grace

Summon my demons

Just to push them away…


Falling silent

To stumble...

Grapple with heaven’s mercies

Simple and stained

Searching remains to find you again.


Love’s soft breath strokes the cheek

In time to find…

Resolved, I am to love you

With whatever means are mine.

*Sigh*

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I had a fabulouso birthday! Hubs let me sleep in...brought me breakfast in bed... got me beautiful presents...took me shopping...

And cohorted in throwing me a surprise bash!

After which we had a party at the Mugg and Bean with Amaretto and coffee. Which as always, makes me rather happy...

And after that, we stayed up way too late watching Boston Legal. *sigh*

I love birthdays.

Two in one day?! I am awesome

Two posts, one day. I know. Awesome.

I have created a button. YAY!Edited: Apparently a non working button... I know I suck... Re-edited to say: I totally fixed it. Victory! You can totally disregard any doubts in my geekiness...

Here she is...



Hopefully I can figure out how to give you the URL to add this to your own beautiful site...

Oh, and you can totally add Slave to the Ordinary to your RSS feed now. Woohoo.


I feel so geekified. Hubs would be proud.

My life is so much better than yours

Click image to view....
HA!

(fmylife.com)

A break from the sugary sweetness

I love treats. Obviously.

However, what good is sweetness without the sour? If we did not know hate, would we know love? Without an enemy would we value friendship?

Of course not.

I have been focussing on the treats in my life. All while a brief email from someone I knew in the past shook me back into reality.

I may be in love with the greatest man on the planet. He might treat me like a princess, but if I don't remember the boys who didn't treat me like he does, I'll never really appreciate him. I'd grow complacent in his love.

The email was from one of those who didn't see my beauty the same way Hubs does. He didn't see my value. He didn't realise my potential.

I may have cared about him long ago, but now? no thank you.

I choose Hubs everyday anyday over you and your kind Mr. ukboy.

Because I live food.

One of my favourite Easter treats can’t be found in South Africa.


Peeps complete my life.


For a wonderful Easter gift my aunt who resides in Florida sent my mother 15 boxes of Peeps. Today she shared one tray with me.

Life is glorious mainly because the sugary goodness is staring at me at my office desk reminding me that it is still a few more hours until lunch.

Once lunch passes they will remind me that I neeeeed to go back home.

Even just to stock up on my favourites.

Why are peeps so awesome you may ask?

Check what they can do!


And even



Rock on Peeps. Rock freakin’ on.

What is your favourite holiday treat?

April is birthday month.

I’ve been craving birthday cake…and for good reason. In the next four weeks I have 9 birthdays of my family to celebrate including my own.

Parties are the bomb.

Stay tuned for the chaos to come...

In little town called Kickapoo

I love a good stoner flick.

And I wish I were joking.

Tenacious D and the Pick of Destiny is possibly the top stoner DVD in my home. Hallelujah. I can’t get enough. Whether or not I’ve seen it earlier today I want to watch it again.

I’ve got a rocker thing because Jack Black totally does it in that movie! Give me Dave Grohl any day over Brad Pitt. Give me Johnny Depp over RPazz. Give me freaking Johnny Cash over George Clooney.

Any day.

Especially Johnny Depp.

Thanks.

Elizabeth thinks rock is magical and rad. (And rockers are even better)

*Off I go to change my Facebook Status to the most legend line ever*

I have been a naughty girl.

I have completely neglected this blog! Typical. I have this problem. Honest, I do.

Yesterday I was looking for something to do whilst Hubs surfed the net (I mean what is there to do without internet?!)

Clearly not much.

So I found my knitting. It was a half completed square of nothing. Sad.

I found my record handbag that I am trying to sew together… I started it in high school…. Several years ago…

I found my wedding scrapbook from our engagement… with all the stuff I want to use in it but nothing actually assembled.

I have a problem.

I found an oil pastel drawing… with only the basic shapes drawn out and highlighted.

I found three different photo albums that have not been completed, six journals that arer half filled out…. And a pile of colour sorted laundry next to my washing machine.

hm. And I accuse Hubs for not having any follow through….

I’ve got a bit of plank/eye syndrome…


Obviously

The Wedding overview

Ok guyus. this is the last post I'll post about the wedding. Unless of course you HAVE to hear more... But then even that is a gamble. There is just so much going on in my day that I can barely breathe nevermind think about how glorious my wedding was.

So here is the final post about the wedding. Next I promise to bring back the humourous, snarky insightful writer you all fell in love with (please you are too kind)

Here are our centrepieces:


We sunk gladiolas, roses and... get this... chillies... in vases.

This is our guest book. We had a scrapbook for our guests, they signes and decorated the page as they liked and we took their photo to place on the designated square. It was a huge hit. Awesome.



This is the hall we held our reception in:




The arches sasid, Cherish, dream and live. Our wedding theme was: "Cherish yesterday, dream tomorrow, live today".

Here's where I met my groom. My baby sister is behind me. Love it.








Random Photos...













Love it!

Moments that I cannot erase.

This might be the most random snapshot I have of my day but it is my favourite one of just me. Perhaps it's because the giddiness I felt at the moment was perfectly captured and I can look at the haziness and remember the blurry joy that danced around my vision as my husband and I exited the chapel.

There are some moments that pass us by without being remembered. This moment is one that will outshine them all.

The last Two Weeks have been pure bliss...

I am not too sure why I couldn't tear myself away from life to update my blog...

Oh wait. Yes I can. I was busy getting married, going on honeymoon and getting a promotion. Thank you very much. That is why.

I can't yet decide how best to entertain you with my commentary about the week preceding and the week succeeding my wedding. I am not too sure how to fill you with the love and tears that filled my wedding day. I do not know how to explain the joy I hold in my heart.

I may just wait until I have some photos... Then you can maybe feel the joy... and see the love and taste the yummy cake! :)

Hope the last few weeks have been filled with love, joy and peace for you. xxoo