I tend to write longer posts, so if you are looking for a quick glance read, this might not be the blog for you, but in short, here is a bit about me.
I am thirty
eight nine years old. I still laugh when I think that there is a bank that gives me a loan to buy a house, and that I am old enough not to be sitting at the children’s table at weddings.
I often think somehow I am faking my way through the day, and that someone is going to realise that I am actually still fifteen years old.
I live in Cape Town, and work in print and production.
I juggle three children, and work full time – some days better than others.
I struggle with depression and an anxiety disorder –
presently not on medication, but take each day as it comes. well, that idea worked until it didn’t. Late June 2011, I opted back on to as much medication as my pharmacist and friendly pill doctor would legally allow.
I hate jazz, with a passion I cannot describe.
I have an unnaturally severe dislike for liquorice – this might be linked to a rather unfortunate experience with Sambuka … it still makes me gag at the thought.
Kennith and I are both afraid of clowns – we have decided to raise our children in a clown-free home.
I love Chuckles … however have recently discovered pecan and fudge shortbread, which is equally divine.
I love a great meal with friends and a great bottle of wine … who am I kidding, a few bottles of wine.
I am deeply suspicious of people who are too cheerful and too happy … it makes me MORE nervous and anxious.
I enjoy people who have a slightly dark streak in their personality, and I love people who just say it like it is.
I cry at so many silly things …. I cry when I go into Build a Bear and they put the hearts inside the teddy bears.
I live with my partner of sixteen years and we recently got married in July 2010. (I realised that I was a closet bride princess which came as a bit of a shock to everyone, including me, but there you go, wonders never cease.)
No matter where I sit in a movie theater I will get the guy next to me who crushes his straw into his Slurpie repeatedly – that guy is drawn to me like a magnet.
What I would rather be doing …
Drinking wine – I am partial to a little Chenin Blanc, okay a lot of Chenin Blanc.
Killing – or just maiming – people who use the word “stationary” in place of “stationery”.
I love to read – especially historic fiction and a bit of psychological drama.
I do hang around forums a bit too long for my own good.
I read other blogs when I can.
I wish I had more time to practice photography.