Last day...

Today I feel sad.

No, change that, I feel very sad.

Today is my last day at work, my last day in South Africa and my last day with Ryan.

I feel completely miserable.

I get on a plane tomorrow morning at 09.50am. As much as I was looking forward to going to see my family, Im feeling so heartsore to leave everything behind here. It always seems as though I am leaving somebody behind, with the love of my life in South Africa and my family in New Zealand.

Why does this have to be so hard? Why couldnt they just both be in the same place?

If you're reading this and you pray...pls pray for me for strength.

Ps: If you read this blog, please can you leave a comment so that I can follow through to your blog through the comments, as I dont have any blogs saved on any sort of reader, so when I leave here, I wont know whose blogs I read... :(

Pss: As from today, my new email address is lolli_ka_bolli@yahoo.com.au
I have changed it on blogger, so if you reply to a comment, it will come to that address...

Happiness!

Lauren often does a post as to why she is happy today.

Now its my turn.

The number one reason why Rochelle is happy today:





SHE WILL BE HERE ON MONDAY 1ST DECEMBER!!!





SHE IS GOING HOME TO NEW ZEALAND ON THE 29TH NOVEMBER!!!! (and yes, it takes an entire weekend to fly there, and yes, I have a 14hr transit in Hong Kong!)



God is beyond amazing. He has provided me with the means and money to buy a ticket to go home and see my family before I go on the ship next year.

The God I serve is truely awesome.

Thats about all I can manage to say for now..its hasnt really even sunk in yet.

PS: Its a complete surprise for my parents, so they have no idea I am almost on my way!!!!

I want to go home now...

Can anyone help with a 15 000 Rand air ticket to go back here for Christmas?

The ship is going to be delayed until 2009, so Im really down and just wanna go home - I got these pics today and just burst into tears at my desk. Am I a big 22 year old baby?

I will answer that.

Yes.

PS: I have looked at these only about 3 katrillion gazillion times today. Do I get teary eyed everytime?

You guessed it...

Why pets hate Halloween...

I know, I know, before you all start throwing calenders at me,its already mid-November, but I have been meaning to post this since Halloween, so it still counts.

So there.

Mondays...

...Are just too terrible for words.

Honestly, they are the worst day of the week. Just when you get used to the weekend, Monday comes along and spoils everything.

Mondays should be included in the weekend.

Who wants to start a campaign with me?

This weekend was a busy one to say the least.

But, before I get to that, I must address the question of the "9 inch heels" :) I use it as a figure of speech and so in fact, there were not actually 9 inches, but out of interest I did measure them and they are 4.5 inches. Which is bad enough to stand on for 6hrs a day, 2 days in a row. Here are the suckers. Sympathy is needed..go ahead. Especially since I have to do this again at the end of November. What is that I hear you say? I have a hole in my head? Yes dear friends, the need for some extra cash does strange things to ones reasoning.

I managed to get some colouring in books and crayons through my work to donate to a Christmas party that was held at one of the government hospitals nearby. I went along to it and to visit the kids that were in the hospital.

I went there thinking that I was going to be the one to make a difference in the kids lives, but came away feeling as though they were the ones who made a difference in my life.

The hospital is a typical South African government one. Underfunded and under staffed. They have to make do with broken/faulty machines and facilities that are in desperate need of upliftment. But, the nurses here are wonderful. They hardly get paid anything and yet, they give of themselves everyday. The children who are there are from families that cannot afford private health care and so, when the kids get sick, they land up there. Some children have been there for months. Parents dont stay nearby and dont have the transport to visit the children often and so, they get very lonely and bored. We stayed with them for 3 hrs on Saturday morning and gave them presents and treats. Because it was a Christian based party we prayed with some of the mothers who were there with their tiny babies who more often that not were HIV positive. Here are some of the precious children we spent time with.

If only people could appreciate what they have. Some of these kids have been there for months, have tubes coming out everywhere, but still smile when we come past. Its heart-wrenching and makes you realise that your problems arent so bad after all.

Whats Mac-happening lately?

Ok, the title is a little dumb, but someone I know always asks me this and when he says it it sounds sweet... as in Mac-Donalds...Mac-Chicken...ect ect ect blah blah blah.

Because the company I work for dont pay me NEAR enough to actually live on, I have to find extra jobs on the weekend to do. A good one is to do Promotions for companies. Like, this weekend I worked the whole weekend.

6hrs on Sat and 6hrs on Sun.

In 9 inch heels.

Yeah.

You can imagine how my feet were screaming at me to SIT DOWN!!! But, alas I could not as Sunsilk was paying me to stand and say : " If you buy any 2 Sunsilk products today, you get a free awesome, hot pink journal! "....with LOADS of enthiusiasm of course and a huge smile on my face...while all the while my feet are vowing never to speak to me again.

Ok, my feet dont actually speak, but you catch my drift Im sure.

Anyways, back to my point. When doing these promotions, you need to go for some basic training and wear what they tell you to wear. Normally its jeans and a company T-shirt and I can live with that. But, this time it was not.

This time it was this:

You cant see the heels in this pic, but believe me, they were there.

And I have the blisters to prove it.

Ok, next story.

You see this cat?

My terrible-excuses-for-human-beings-neighbours moved out and left this little darling behind. I know, its shocking. So, when he came begging at my door for food, I fed him.

And named him Max. Dont ask me why, but he just looked like a Max.

But, this guy can eat. Oh my word. I have gone through so much cat food and I can assure you, cat food isnt cheap. Especially not with the SA Rand falling so much. Its shocking. There has been a few times where I didnt have any cat food left and Max ate my left-overs. Not that he minded at all. Well, thats Max for you in a nutshell. Ok, not a nut shell really, but again, you kinda know what I mean?

Lastly...its this awesome womans birthday today. She is one of my best friends from school and she got married in July. I love her to bits and hope she has a day thats as amazing as she is.

Thats about all from me for now.

Oh, and Im getting flu.

Yay. Oh joy. Runny noses and sore throats really do it for me.

:)

Cannot...stop....laughing......

I got this in an email and am still trying to stop the tears that are rolling down my cheeks, I am laughing so hard! Hope this brightens your day! :)


Hair Removal...
All hair removal methods have tricked women with their promises of easy, painless removal - The Epilady, scissors, razors, Nair and now...the wax. Read on.........
My night began as any other normal weeknight. Come home, fix dinner, and play with the kids. I then had the thought that would ring painfully in my mind for the next few hours:
'Maybe I should pull the waxing kit out of the medicine cabinet.' So I headed to the site of my demise: the bathroom.
It was one of those 'cold wax' kits. No melting a clump of hot wax, you just rub the strips together in your hand, they get warm and you peel them apart and press them to your leg (or wherever else) and you pull the hair right off.
No muss, no fuss. How hard can it be? I mean, I'm not a genius, but I am mechanically inclined enough to figure this out. (YA THINK!?!)
So I pull one of the thin strips out. Its two strips facing each other stuck together. Instead of rubbing them together, my genius kicks in so I get out the hair dryer and heat it to 1000 degrees.
('Cold wax' yeah...right!) I lay the strip across my thigh. Hold the skin around it tight and pull. It works!
OK, so it wasn't the best feeling, but it wasn't too bad. I can do this! Hair removal no longer eludes me! I am She-rah, fighter of all wayward body hair and maker of smooth skin extraordinaire.
With my next wax strip I move north. After checking on the kids, I sneak back into the bathroom, for the ultimate hair fighting championship. I drop my panties and place one foot on the toilet. Using the same procedure, I apply the wax strip across the right side of my bikini line, covering the right half of my hoo-ha and stretching down to the inside of my butt cheek (it *was* a long strip) I inhale deeply and brace myself....RRRRIIIPPP!!!!
I'm blind!!! Blinded from pain!
Vision returning, I notice that I've only managed to pull off half the strip. Another deep breath and RIPP! Everything is spinning and spotted. I think I may pass out...must stay conscious...must stay conscious.
Do I hear crashing drums??? Breathe, breathe...OK, back to normal.
I want to see my trophy - a wax covered strip, the one that has caused me so much pain, with my hairy pelt sticking to it. I want to revel in the glory that is my triumph over body hair. I hold up the strip. There's no hair on it. Where is the hair??? WHERE IS THE WAX???
Slowly I ease my head down, foot still perched on the toilet. I see the hair. The hair that should be on the strip...it's not! I touch. I am touching wax.
I run my fingers over the most sensitive part of my body, which is now covered in cold wax and matted hair. Then I make the next BIG mistake...remember my foot is still propped upon the toilet? I know I need to do something. So I put my foot down.
Sealed shut! My butt is sealed shut. Sealed shut!
I penguin walk around the bathroom trying to figure out what to do and think to myself 'Please don't let me get the urge to poop, my head may pop off!' What can I do to melt the wax?
Hot water!! Hot water melts wax!! I'll run the hottest water I can stand into the bathtub, get in, immerse the wax-covered bits and the wax should melt and I can gently wipe it off, right???
*WRONG!!!!!!!*
I get in the tub - the water is slightly hotter than that used to torture prisoners of war or sterilize surgical equipment - I sit.
Now, the only thing worse than having your nether regions glued together, is having them glued together and then glued to the bottom of the tub...in scalding hot water, which, by the way, doesn't melt cold wax.
So, now I'm stuck to the bottom of the tub as though I had cemented myself to the porcelain!! God bless the man who had convinced me a few months ago to have a phone put in the bathroom!!!!!
I call my friend, thinking surely she has waxed before and has some secret of how to get me undone. It's a very good conversation starter 'So, my butt and hoo-ha are glued together to the bottom of the tub!'
There is a slight pause. She doesn't know any secret tricks for removal but she does try to hide her laughter from me. She wants to know exactly where the wax is located, 'Are we talking cheeks or hole or hoo-ha?'
She's laughing out loud by now...I can hear her. I give her the rundown and she suggests I call the number on the side of the box.
YEAH!!!!! Right!! I should be the joke of someone else's night.
While we go through various solutions, I resort to trying to scrape the wax off with a razor. Nothing feels better than to have your girlie goodies covered in hot wax, glued shut, stuck to the tub in super hot water and then dry-shaving the sticky wax off!!
By now the brain is not working, dignity has taken a major hike and I'm pretty sure I'm going to need Post-Traumatic Stress counseling for this event.
My friend is still talking with me when I finally see my saving grace....the lotion they give you to remove the excess wax. What do I really have to lose at this point? I rub some on and OH MY!!!!!!!
The scream probably woke the kids and scared the dickens out of my friend. Its sooo painful, but I really don't care. 'IT WORKS!! It works!!'
I get a hearty congratulation from my friend and she hangs up. I successfully remove the remainder of the wax and then notice to my grief and despair....THE HAIR IS STILL THERE.......ALL OF IT!
So I recklessly shave it off. Heck, I'm numb by now. Nothing hurts. I could have amputated my own leg at this point.
Next week I'm going to try hair color...