Heads up

I have the framework for a rather long posting mulling in my head at present so bear with me as I whittle away at the thing. In the meantime I am doing my physio exercises and slowly getting back to doing a chore or two. My kids are so patient with me! M however bought pizza tonight... I guess he is tired of slaving in the kitchen... he has always liked cooking but I guess enough is enough. I was going to do a Flaming Pink playlist by using FoxyTunes and my collection but alas the PC crashed... next time maybe. KatieB texed me that she sent me a G-mail... still waiting for it to land in my inbox and of course I am dying of curiosity as to what it is, seems like a mail server somewhere is choking and not sending it through. Just my luck.
Firehand was quite impressed with my comments on his blog recently and tells a similar fishing tale as my C4 version. I enjoy his blog a lot as he delves into blacksmithing and guns and a lot in between, maybe when I do that T2T trip we will have a chance to have some cold ones together and share more stories.
To Donna, it is always a pleasure helping someone with their blog, or anything else for that matter, that is what gained knowledge is there for, to be shared. I always get a kick helping people these days, when I was younger I tended to keep these things to myself... thank goodness I have mellowed.
But I am still young at heart... my latest music find is also a favourite of my daughter, I think 30 Seconds To Mars rocks! She loves the lead singer... I love the music and lyrics. Here is one of their songs... enjoy.

[via FoxyTunes / 30 Seconds to Mars] - From yesterday.
"The easiest kind of relationship for me is with ten thousand people. The hardest is with one." Joan Baez (1941 - )

Secrets and lies

Well the only lie is that there are no lies in this posting (that is oxymoronic) but the title just sounded good. Sometimes when one picks up a book in a bookstore you just know that you have to have it, so it was this evening on my way home. I stopped off at the Mall to get some Steers burgers and while waiting I popped in to Exclusive Books... saw that the new PopMech mag was out and then I saw the book... it lay beckoning... waiting to be opened and skimmed through... it had weight, far more than a book that size should have, like it contained a secret treasure waiting to be discovered... was it worth buying? Only time will tell if the secret of The Secret is revealed, so tonight it is me with the three B's... ummm no not Beer/Blonde/Book... but Book/Book/Bottle, hot water bottle that is plus my very own copy of Race to Dakar. The inspiration for my Big Dream , plus 3 cats as well... it is chilly and they usually come and pin me down on cold nights, not that I mind, having 3 living hot water bottles has it's advantages on crisp nights like tonight... Must try and get Long way Round as well...
L has been laid low by the winter bugs... so far I seem ummune and I ask for it to stay so each day, I hate having a cold or the flu, I would rather wrestle with a pack of wild boars thanks! I hope the meds start working soon, so glad she enjoyed the burger, I take that as a good sign. Gotta make some salad again tomorrow with plenty of sweet peppers, they have more Vit. C than citrus, especially the red or yellow ones...
Yesterday I also revealed a secret of sorts, albeit with much trepidation but in so doing got an answer that I had already known but having it confirmed today made me realise that by communicating with my whole being and with all tools available life becomes so much easier, both for myself and people I care deeply about. Looking back I can see I have made some progress in this thing called communication, something us men find so hard to do, we would rather go out "Hunting". More about that metaphor one day maybe, KatieB laid it out so well for me. Now where is that bow and arrow?
I just hope my communication tomorrow with the powers that be at MSA bear the same fruit.
This all reminds me of this song from yesteryear... 1983 in fact.

Talking In Your Sleep - Romantics
(Jimmy Marinos/Wally Palmar/Mike Skill/Coz Canler/Peter Solley)
When you close your eyes and go to sleep
And it's down to the sound of a heartbeat
I can hear the things that you're dreaming about
When you open up your heart and the truth comes out
CHORUS
You tell me that you want me
You tell me that you need me
You tell me that you love me
And I know that I'm right
Cuz I hear it in the night
I hear the secrets that you keep
When you're talking in your sleep
When I hold you in my arms at night
Don't you know you're sleeping in a spotlight
And all your dreams that you keep inside
You're telling me the secrets that you just can't hide
CHORUS
When you close your eyes and you fall asleep
Everything about you is a mystery
CHORUS

KatieB will appreciate the quote and yes, I am learning to tame the storm in my heart with sunscreen for my soul... communication, I really enjoyed our conversation this evening, there is an adventure in each one we have. No more Tsunamis for now... just a gentle brook running over pebbles, the water of communication gently shaping them as they rub against each other. Did I just write that? I think that is a keeper...
"The face is the mirror of the mind, and eyes without speaking confess the secrets of the heart." Saint Jerome (374 AD - 419 AD)
PS - Very wierd... can only put 200 characters in the labels field... have I got too many labels now?

Ronnie's What?

Morning breaks while I wait to be picked up to get reunited with the Beast.
Life sprouting from decay and the circle continues... I made it to Century City and The Canal Walk shopping centre, signposting for the canal Walk was rather obscure though but after using some logic I figured out was going on, just sorry I took no pictures though. Got to Mug&Bean easily as I had parked right at the entrance it was at. Met H as well as our Union Rep! She was also visiting her kids in the Cape... H seems quite happy but we did not get much chance to talk... L was shopping! and only arrived after a while, she is having a ball with mom and I am glad they could be together again. Finished up mu brunch for the road and we said our goodbyes... I want to get home... somehow the song Missing is ringing in my head as I head north up the N1 to Worcester and the turnoff to Route 62...
The valley where my and M's favourite sauce is made! This is also the Koo valley that Route 62 goes through. Scenic beyond description.
Someone else doing Route 62 in a V12 Jaguar... fellow seekers of the highway's treasures...
A stiff breeze blows as I dismount at the den of iniquity that I had heard and read about... but do not judge a book by it's name.
The best bouncer in the Klein Karoo, if he growls at you, you are asked politely that your presence has offended the bouncer and that you had better be on your way... he never growled once while I was there...
Ronnie tending to his patrons needs, I wish I had more time to spend and hear about all the stories this interesting man has to tell... I will be back!
The road from here to Oudsthoorn was very good and had some good twisties especially outside Calitzdorp, fortunately it only got dark as I approached Oudtshoorn... I found the Yatclub that Ronnie had recomended very easily and they made me feel very welcome... I walked up the street to the Dros and had supper while watching the Sharks trounce WP... as I walked back Missing played in my head again...
Day 11 of 12 Days with Shrek

How to kiss your ass goodbye...

From Mr Riddle via CODA:
An old man, a boy and a donkey were going to town. The boy rode on the donkey and the old man walked. As they went along they passed some people who remarked it was a shame the old man was walking and the boy was riding. The man and boy thought maybe the critics were right, so they changed positions.
Later, they passed some people that remarked, "What a shame, he makes that little boy walk."
They then decided they both would walk! Soon they passed some more people who thought they were stupid to walk when they had a decent donkey to ride. So, they both rode the donkey.
Now they passed some people that shamed them by saying how awful to put such a load on a poor donkey.
The boy and man said they were probably right, so they decide to carry the donkey. As they crossed the bridge, they lost their grip on the animal and it fell into the river and drowned.

The moral of the story?
If you try to please everyone, you might as well kiss your ass good-bye!
This is sooooo true... thank heavens I have grown wiser and thus less stressed about trying to meet every one's expectations. Ich bin, wer ich bin.
On the subject of german and beer in particular, I see that those esteemed brewers from Holland have gotten their Amstel back from those rotten Seffriken Yankees SABMiller, it will henceforth be brewed/imported under the watchfull eye of the Heineken group who own Windhoek as well. Last I heard Amstel would be brewed in Windhoek?
Now what have all these dutch beer company's got in common with german? Why the Reinheitsgebot dear fellow... and Amstel and Windhoek use this ancient code brew the best beer to cool one's palate. Sehr gut ja! I bet SABMiller are crying in their Castle now... I hear the Amstel income was a cool 300 million $ (yes $ not R) a year! That is a lot of ale to kiss goodbye!
"Religions change; beer and wine remain." Hervey Allen