Ramblings of the Wingnut

OK…so enough of the pity party.

So back to the task at hand. Start of the 3^rd week at work and things are going well. Without divulging info and putting the free world at risk (such is the nature of my work), I am happy to report that I did not accidently detonate any war heads, release and mutated animal diseases or recreate any monkey loving, kid hugging, black/white pop stars (what, too early?). In fact, it seems by the eerie silence around the office that things are going well and there aren’t too many knives out for me – unless they’re all in my back.

So bad week, if you’re a celebrity and over 50. I’m guessing Paula Abdul and Vanilla Ice are running scared. Yeah, king of pop is dead. I won’t lie: I’m saddened by it too; but more importantly not knowing who will care for Bubbles, MJ’s pet monkey is more of a concern to me. That and never knowing if MJ was a black man/white woman/recyclable mannequin. In any event, my hat off to you MJ, for the joy you bought to the world..yeah..no jokes here about kids. Nothing.

On another note, good thing actually, is that I found a place to stay. Its quite nice – my own brown box, always wanted one of those. But its not your typical brown box. It’s one of those luxury ones, with air holes and stiff bottom (like Jessica Alba’s), or in my case, roof. NO…I got a real place. Its literally a shed. Well a shed with papers. Like a giant hamster cage. That I can roll to in work. But it’s mine. About 3×4 metres (that like 90 square feet, Americans). But its kool. Its only to sleep. And its at an “international house” – think the U.N. But with no license to impose sanctions against Iran (wait, I don’t they did). Thank you double dog and Mrs.H for letting me crash at your place and making me feel welcome at your place…and for not making me mow your law, wash your windows or pick up dog poo. Seriously though – thanks. Means a lot to me you opened your home and hearts to me (AAAAAWWWWWWWWWWWW) …ok, p*ss off…I’m trying to be polite. ..

I also went to a ranch this weekend. Not the kind where you see strippers (Yes, American’s there is a chain in SA called that). It was kool – very nice actually. Reminded me a lot of home: The foliage is similar, deer (aka buck) and that brown, yellow grass look. In fact, it could have felt that I was in Magaliesburg or something similar. We went on a jeep ride and that was pretty kool. From one side of the ranch to the other. Nice day out, and I got some colour…not that I wasn’t “of colour” before…hehe…

Played soccer on Saturday and a game on Sunday, also trying to get back into the running. I needed to, if I didn’t, I’d end up being Jubba the Hut’s obese cousing – Flubber the Gut. Hopefully by the end of summer, I won’t be mistaken for a beached whale or the Oros man…