Monthly Archive for October, 2007

She Rewards Illusion With Reality

Published
by
Randi
on October 16, 2007
in Entertainment, Rants and Weather
. 3 Comments

There have been a lot of power outages throughout our town and other areas lately. Once the power went out just after I had cooked dinner the other night and the power only came back on a few hours later. The power was out for a few hours for some days and it would happen at the moment when I was busy with something. When I was writing a blog entry, watching a DVD or doing something else on my computer, the power went out. It is so frustrating! Like when I wasn’t saving whatever I was busy with and lost it at that moment when the power went out.

Stupid Eskom!

Hmm... Magic: The GatheringSo with the thunderstorms summer brings and the power outages we’re without the television, computer and our other electrical entertainment… Then Victor and I would play Magic: The Gathering. With my Time Spiral theme deck, Fun with Fungus; I’ve won the last several games that we have played. I’m quite impressed with myself because I haven’t been playing long. I’m getter better and better, or so Victor says… In an effort to win, Victor had tweaked his deck after each time I had won but he still hasn’t won.

Now he’s jealous and wants the same deck that I have been using lately because he thinks it’s “powerful”. I don’t know if it really is or not, I just like it because I win when playing with it. He had his turn of winning all the time, now it’s mine!

Your Death

Published
by
Randi
on October 12, 2007
in Family and Life
. 4 Comments

Wednesday was your funeral. So many people attended to pay their respects; I was not one of them… Would it even mean anything to you whether I was there or not? I don’t have any “respects” to pay…

Since the night my Uncle Gordon died, I had lost all respect for you. Several of us were standing in your kitchen, we had just hugged our grandfather, telling him how sorry we were for his loss… Standing over my grandfather’s shoulder you touched his shoulder and casually said,

There is no need to cry. Shit happens!

Those words have been stuck with me ever since.

It was my birthday. I was over at my parents’ place for a little birthday dinner. When my mother brought my sisters home from school, she said, “Tio Manuel had a heart attack this morning, is in ICU and is in critical condition.” I looked at my sisters and smiled. “Don’t laugh…” said my mother, “It is not funny”. I looked at her and said, “I’m not laughing and I know that it’s not funny, but, you know… Shit happens.”

That night my mother received a call from your wife. Your wife asked my mother to call the priest because you were dying and that the priest should meet her at the hospital and pray over your deteriorating body.

You died around nine o’clock that night, on my birthday. Uncle Gordon passed on my mother’s birthday last year and you died on mine… Is this a sign of some sort?

You treated others poorly. You did not care how terrible you made others feel as the cost for your own amusement, it was worth it. But your wife is the one who you treated even worse…

You treated your wife worse than the way you had treated your dogs. You never put in your own contact lenses, your wife did. You’d sit next to the braai, the meat needs turning but you don’t get up and do it yourself… You yell out for your wife to come over from the kitchen where she is preparing food; you call her over to come and turn the meat. For everything you needed and wanted, you called on her and she delivered. She did everything for you.

I don’t feel any sadness or hurt towards your death; your wife feels it more than anyone else could. For her I feel. But for you, I feel nothing, really.

After all, there’s no need to cry… Shit happens!

Gossip Much?

Published
by
Randi
on October 9, 2007
in Rants
. 3 Comments

Peta-Lisa, my ex best friend called to wish me a “Happy Birthday” last Wednesday while Victor and I were on our way to buy some fruit. She asked where and how I was and what was new in my life. I told her that I had moved out and am living with my fiancé. “Is that the one on your FaceBook.com profile?” She asked. Um, hello?! That’s what it says, who else would it be? I replied with a simple, “Yes!” She asked where I am living and that we should keep in contact.

My mother calls me the next day and asks me why I was talking to Peta-Lisa and what I had told her. My mother said that she had just received a call from Peta-Lisa’s mother and that she was being congratulated on my moving out. My mother was fed up because this woman had not called in months and now she does to “Congratulate”?

Pfft… What does my moving out have to do with Peta-Lisa’s mother?!

Peta-Lisa calls yesterday and asks if she could come over. I was busy cleaning my apartment, so I lied and told her that I wasn’t home and would only be home that afternoon. She went on about how she wanted to come over and I told her that maybe she could do so that night instead…

She comes over, has a glass of water, has a cigarette and talks… She spoke about how cute my apartment is, about her job and about other people, of course. She gossips about my old friend from primary school, about her one friend and yeah, she gossips.

“Ag, it was nice seeing you again. I’ll probably see you again sometime.” She says on her way out of my door. “Ok, bye. Keep well!” I reply, while I’m really thinking, “Good-fucking-bye!”

This morning my mother calls to ask if I am going to my cousin’s twenty-first birthday celebration. “Oh and guess who was here last night… Peta-Lisa!” I told my mother that Peta-Lisa had come over for a little bit. “Peta-Lisa?! Why did you tell her where you live? What…” My mother goes on about how I shouldn’t have had Peta-Lisa over last night and that Peta-Lisa will start gossiping about me and Victor… My mother went on and on about this until I told her I was sorry and hung up the phone.

And it sinks in…

A little after my mother’s phone call, I send Peta-Lisa the following text message:

Firstly, what does my moving out have anything to do with your mother? Secondly, what a waste of time! You are the same as you were years ago. Gossip much?

She replies to my text message several minutes later saying, “What?”

My mother is right. I don’t need Peta-Lisa in my life again. My mother seems to be right almost all the time. I then feel less smart most of those times…

And those are the times when I hate the fact that my mother’s right.