My Friend's Blog

"Friends can connect in mysterious ways without even speaking. Perhaps they have amazing powers. Perhaps they are both just peculiar in the head" ~ Edward Monkton.


If you enjoy reading my blog I am sure you will also enjoy reading my friend's blog. We are both very random individuals who are drawn to each other's randomness and suffer from withdrawal if we spend to much time with 'ordinary' people...


Check it out: http://wwwlienkiesblog.blogspot.com/


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Tip of the Day: How to Prevent Explosions

Hard boiled eggs with the shell removed can not be reheated in the microwave, I repeat CAN NOT be reheated in the microwave!


I am still suffering from post traumatic stress...


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Why I Will Always Be Daddy's Little Girl

• I fell asleep on my daddy's lap every night, until my sister was born (baby sisters ruin everything).
• My father taught me to ride a bike and swim without any form of assitive devices (he tricked me into doing both of these but I forgive him now).
• My dad enjoyed chasing my sister and I around the house with various forms of insects or dead rodents. One day he had a fat white grub on a spade and chased us around the garden with it, my sister ran so hard into a wooden gate, that it was dislodged from its' hinges, fortunately she lived to tell the tale
• When I was little my father let me sit on his shoulders and do anything I liked to his hair, there were no limits, I usually put every elastic-tie, bow and clip I owned in his hair and then asked my mother to take a picture. I eventually passed this tradition on to my sister and till today she still enjoys tweezing the hair out of his ears (nasty).
• We were called 'dalchies' as a term of endearment (FYI a dalchie is a Malay deep fried savoury snack).
• When we refused to go bath my dad enjoyed rubbing our faces and arms with a banana skin until we eventually gave in and went to bath (randomness really is genetic I tell you).
• My father could make the best coke floats, unfortunately these coke floats were never very kind to my digestive system.

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Brrrrr

In the time of  the ever popular 'Coke-a-Cola' advertisement a colleague of mine used the following, very apt, phrase to describe a handsome doctor we worked with: "Brrrrrrrrr"!


Unfortunately said doctor was only a few metres in front of her...


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The Best Compliment

According to my mother the best compliment she ever received was from her four-year-old daughter:


"Your skin is so soft, soft like a soft white bread".


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Times I Tasted a Shoe

• When I described catheters as being lovely.
• When I used the words bacon and gangrene in the same sentence at the dinner table.
• Describing milk on the verge of going sour as "it being dry, but you can drink it, but not really".
• When I refused to believe a patient named George* was actually George* when he looked more like a Georgina.
• Complaining when I needed to put another hole in a friend's belt that was much too large for me.
• When talking to a colleague about suicidal patients that had missed their appointments and saying "I hoped they hadn't taken the easy way out".
• When I honestly believed the lyrics of a popular song were "sweet dreams are made of cheese".

*Name has been changed.

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What I have learnt in Durban...thus far..

(This post may contain broad sweeping statements but as  this is my blog I am entitled to make them)

• It is ok to end all your sentences with the word 'but'.
• Durban dialect is contagious.
• Indians are the most hospitable people you will ever meet.
• The drug of choice here is 'sugars' and no it isn't the sugar you put in your tea (been there, done that, asked the stupid question).
• Indians really do make curry out of everything: mangos, mushroom, green bananas, jack fruit, herbs that look more like weeds...
• Some days you do feel as if you are living in a foreign country: it's warm in winter, monkeys roam the streets, palm trees are the natural vegatation...
• Zulus are not as friendly as Tswanas and on their bad days they can be quite intimidating (lucliky I don't scare as easily as I used to).
• Afrikaans is practicly extinct in this province.
• Durbanites do not own winter clothes and live in denial that it could ever get very cold or wet in Durban. After a long stormy week in KZN the crazy Capetonian in a raincoat and gum boots had the last laugh.
• Durbanites take personalized number plates to an entirely different level for example : SMELLY and BEANZ.

And no matter where I go some things will never change...

• Matrons still have the personality of blob fish (its the ugliest animals alive according to National Geographic).
• I am still known as the little girl but I have also inherited the new nickname of Cape Town ( I hope it is a compliment).

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