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A dog in my house.

My three pups are treated like royalty.

#StuartDog sleeps on my bed, cuddled up to my legs.

#BanditDog sleeps in the doggy bed, a huge, puffy doggy pillow covered in a fleece blanket with a duvet over it, perfect for burrowing.

#SalamiDog is supposed to sleep with Bandit, and she does sometimes, but she comes to my side of the bed and ‘asks’ for my continental pillow which I then place on the floor next to my bed, the opening of the pillow case within easy access of her snout.  She then burrows into the pillow case and sleeps there.

All three dogs get morning play time which consists of me lying on the floor and the three of them ‘attacking’ me with licks and pounces and nibbles.

They sleep on the couch cuddled up to us at night when we watch TV, or stretch out on the back of the couch like cats.

They have full reign of the garden and dig to their hearts content in my flower beds.

I want to be a dog in my house!

The world is wrong about magic.

I think magic is real.  Not illusion or slight of hand.  Real, mystical, magic.

Magic is the things you cant describe.

Magic is the unexplained happening that leaves you scratching your head in wonder.

Magic is science unexplained.

The world is wrong about magic.

Lindy and Adrian.

They would have been married for 39 years this year.

My mom was a ballet dancer, she danced for PACT.

My dad was a lawyer. With the kindest, biggest heart there was.

My dad asked my mom to marry him a number of times, she kept saying no.  So he asked her “What do you want? A gilt edged invitation?” and she said yes, thats exactly what she wanted.

So he had a beautiful pink card made, edged in gold, asking her to marry him.  And she said “YES!”

 

Tonight was the official opening of {Monty Pythons’} {Spamalot} at the {Joburg Theatre}.

My cheeks are so sore from laughing.  I actually had tears in my eyes.

I grew up with Monty Python, ‘Allo ‘Allo, Fawlty Towers.  So to see Spamalot performed was amazing.

Here are a few pieces of dialogue that left me gasping for breath…

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Arthur: Gd be praised. We have a quest: to find the grail!

Sir Robin: The quail!

Arthur: No, the grail. The vessel used at the last supper.

Sir Robin: They had a boat at the last supper? Was it a sort of dinner cruise?

Sir Galahad: The grail is a cup.

Sir Robin: Gd the almighty and all-knowing has misplaced a cup?

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Arthur: But I thought you were a fairy.

Lady of the Lake: Oh no, that’s Lancelot.

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Patsy: I’m Jewish!

Arthur: What? Why didn’t you say so?

Patsy: Well… it’s not the sort of thing you say in front of a heavily armed Christian.

My brother Matthew.

He is so sharp.  Sometimes he even surprises himself with the things that come out of his mouth.

There is not a single time I talk to him that I don’t laugh.

I love you Ugs!  Keep smiling and joking and laughing!

The drink is easy.  Water.  I never get tired of clean, cold water.

The food…

I think pizza.  Its pretty versatile, you can have a variety of toppings, with cheese, without cheese, folded over, hot or cold the next morning.

Yup, water and pizza.

Its about them, not you.

I cant remember who initially gave me this advice, probably my dad, but it is something I have heard over and over again through the years.

People make fun of you or say nasty things or snub you because they have an issue.

Its not about you.  Its about them.

They have insecurities and issues within themselves.

This doesn’t mean that you need to forgive them or allow them to walk all over you.  But you must understand that their attitude is about them and not your lack or issue.

Its about them, not you.

I cant remember who initially gave me this advice, probably my dad, but it is something I have heard over and over again through the years.

People make fun of you or say nasty things or snub you because they have an issue.

Its not about you.  Its about them.

They have insecurities and issues within themselves.

This doesn’t mean that you need to forgive them or allow them to walk all over you.  But you must understand that their attitude is about them and not your lack or issue.

Right now, I’m pining for my husband.  He is away from home for two weeks.  The longest he has been away from us.  Ever!

I miss him desperately.  I miss talking to him about my day and sneaking a quick hug when he isn’t looking.  I miss our bed time rituals.  I miss his grumbling when the dogs want to go out in the middle of the night.

FaceTime and Twitter and emails are great.  But I want to put my arms around him, bury my nose in his chest and inhale his scent.

Nine more sleeps!

Dear idiot drivers,

How I love you, let me count the ways.

You pull out into the far right of the single lane in order to turn left and cut me off from driving past you.

When I’m waiting to turn and you are driving past me, only to indicate to turn before me at the very last minute so that I sit there like an idiot.

Sometimes you don’t indicate at all.

I’m driving down the road, a stream of cars in front of me, none behind me. You insist on pulling in to the road in front of me when, if you waited 30 seconds, you could have turned in behind me.

There are speed bumps. Not only do you slow down to 10km/hr but you swerve from side to side as you go over.

Driving on the highway, a 120km/hr zone, you drive at 40km. In the middle lane. And you won’t move over. And get aggressive with me.

Driving on a suburban road, a 60km/hr zone and you are driving at 120km and get aggressive with me because I’m going too slowly for your liking.

Dear idiot drivers, I love you.

Love,

Gina