Tuesday, October 19, 2010

My friend

I have a friend, WRM, who lives in the most beautiful city in the world. WRM lives a very glamorous life down in this beautiful city. And who wouldn't when this is your daily backdrop:



The other day, WRM sent me mms messages from this beautiful city. She told me about bendy trees that bend with the southeaster winds, and "they are elephant trunks so they're bendy", so there!




 Then my friend who lives a very glamorous life trotted off to Signal Hill, an observation point in this beautiful city, and listened in on a conversation some Americans were having about Robben Island. America has Alcatraz, South Africa has Robben Island.




"You know, Carol Anne, when we left our beach cottage on Hilton Head Island back in South Carolina, I thought we were going to see lions, and elephants. You know, Africa?!"


"Oh Carlyle, I'm sure we will when we head up to that Kruger Park place tomorrow. But right now, look at that pretty island. I think someone famous stayed there."


"Yeah well back in America, we have Alcatraz and it's better developed. This is Africa!"


"Honey chops, did you pack your safari hat for that Kruger Park place?"


My friend, WRM, gets to see some interesting things down in Cape Town.

Monday, October 11, 2010

Meet my new best friend


Mom, Dad, meet my new best friend.


We spend hours together - almost every day! We never argue about what movies I want to watch and in fact he even makes suggestions. Sometimes, late at night, I'll be bored at home and all I have to do it pull him up on my laptop and we have a quick conversation. Then I kick back, relax and 'enjoy' the show.


This truly is a friendship made in heaven. He never steals my dates - or even complains when I go on dates without him. He never complains about my being out drinking until all hours of the morning and i never have to worry that it maybe be too late for him to come out and entertain me.


Bliss.

Monday, October 4, 2010

I wouldn't be caught dead...

Odd thing, fairs in parks. Fun pony rides, great food. And hayrides in a cemetery.

As a kid growing up in South Africa, we had the fun fair make its annual pilgrimage to my small village. My sister and I would look forward to it for weeks and when the big night arrived our eyes would light up like many of the rides. Lots of fun, lots of candy floss, sticky fingers and the anticipation of our final ride for the night: the LOOPING STAR.

But nowaday, here in Pittsburgh, apparenty kids can look forward to such fun things as a hayride in a cemetery!Somewhat macabre, no?

Tuesday, September 21, 2010

Why I've decided to hit the gym

Evidently, not everyone can be blessed with an Adonis-like body. Some of us have to work hard at it. Some of us just don't care.

Either way, I need to start getting into shape. String Bean is not an athletic body type!

I just hope I can lift the weights. If not, I guess I can always work my chicken legs.

Monday, September 13, 2010

The things we do for fun

This has been a crazy busy past two weeks. Working 14-hour days is taking its toll on my human carcass. So tonight I decided to throw caution to the wind - and my wallet soon followed suit - and headed to our local casino.

I may as well have just handed them money when I walked in, but that said it was a fun night out with friends.

Saturday, August 28, 2010

Not just lemonade

Walking up my suburban street today I noticed a fine example of modern entrepreneurship. These two young angels had set up a lemonade stand. But not just ANY lemonade, mind you. No, these girls were selling ORGANIC lemonade!
You see stuff like this on TV, the quintessential American spirit of free enterprise, and now I've got to see it for myself.

Friday, August 20, 2010

But it's big for New York

This past weekend, I strained muscles and worked up a sweat moving to my new apartment.

The old one was nice but way too big for me and my meager ways, so I moved into a smaller one-bedroom place. But when I started moving my stuff in and it started occupying space, I realized just how small my new living quarters actually are!

My friend, WeMo, kindly pointed out that my new abode is big for New York, it's even considered big for Cape Town. The people in these two villages must be very tiny then.