And a beautiful yacht delivered..

Got these pics through from a reader showing a beautiful yacht being delivered to it's owner.

This 65' custom-built motor yacht complete with 4 state rooms, a state-of-the-art galley, GPS System and radar for navigation, twin supercharged diesel engines, etc.

Cost price $4,500,000.



Just imagine the excitement of the new owner seeing the rigging being set up, the crane lifting the beauty across and then wondering why they would be using a faulty turnbuckle when they're being paid $2,500 and hour?!


Can you see the guy in the stern?!

And then standing there, powerless, watching your dream boat nose-dive into the harbour!


When I saw the first picture and the guys here at Gambling HQ were giving it all that jealous moany shit about "It's not all that...", my immediate response was "Yeah, but I bet he gets laid!" to which one replied that he probably didn't considering the continuation of the story, however, I'll stick to my claim that he probably does get laid, because he obviously does have the bankroll that ensures it happens regularly.

Madge

Not having a good day

So, I'm back at Gambling HQ and am sure you'll be glad to know that Miss Muffet is a lot better although she still woke up with Apple-red cheeks this morning from a fever.

Anyway, I'm having a really crap day. No, totally shit actually... I can't even pin it down to a particular reason, so have worked out that it must be a combination of things from dealing with STBEH, to issues at Gambling HQ, sick babies and being generally tired.

I was just sitting at my desk thinking that I probably need some time off. Just a few days, but the only thing stopping me at this point is that I don't exactly want to sit at Wisteria Lane with STBEH telling me how much he loves me and the kids with his 'woe is me' attitude!

My sister, The Fiery One, popped round yesterday to see how Miss Muffet was doing. She'd just returned from a two week holiday in Mauritius (oh how jealous I am)with a rather amazing tan and was looking all rested and chilled. Anyway, the point is that she commented on the atmosphere being really heavy at which point I told her that it was in fact 'a good day' at Wisteria Lane... Surely that must affect you and it looks like it has started.

Any of you have a little spot by the coast somewhere where I can just disappear to for a few days on my own with a couple of good books, some good wine and my iPod, hmmm and perhaps a hot man, like Johnny Walker??

I think what's worrying me most is that I have NOTHING planned for the weekend. So far I've managed to stay busy, but not doing anything is a major concern. I've even asked The Music Man for inspiration as he's 'supposed' to be in the know, but he's off to Sun City for the SAMA's, which helps me just plain f*ck-all! Any suggestions or invites to hot parties will be graciously received!

M xx

Sick children and sounds in the night

It started with a nasty sounding cough on Monday which progressively got worse and now it turns out my little Miss Muffet has croup! Poor baby AND poor mommy! Let's just say we've had a couple of long and restless nights. We were in hospital last night with MM being nebulized and getting adrenaline as she was struggling to breathe.

I'm pleased to say that she is significantly better this morning compared to last night, although still in pretty bad shape, which is why I'll be working from home today.

Just to top it all off STBEH was up during the couple of hours I actually did get to sleep, making a racket. It turns out he was angry and grumbling at himself for hating his life.

Now, the thing is that I do feel genuinely sorry for him and even though I didn't appreciate the rumblings in the night when I so desperately needed some rest, I also find it very frustrating because the reality is that he brought it on himself. The worrying thing for me is that he should do something dodgy (if you know what I mean). I know that is a decision one makes, but I can't help but think how guilty I would feel if he did, so this is what consumed my thoughts for the rest of the night.

Oh, he did come to my room too (yes, we're in separate rooms) and stood in the doorway. I asked him "What's going on?" to which he just said "I hate my life. Sorry I woke you" and then left. I contemplated getting up and listening to his story, but decided that MM would be needing me more today and that I should rather try to get some rest. Not that I did, but I tried.

Well, that's it from me for now. Chat later.

Madge

One of my pet hates

This morning on my way to Gambling HQ, I was driving along, minding my own business when I ended up behind a car with the number plate KRUMMEL - WP. Now, this is probably not such a big deal except you do want to ask, WHY???

So, what really annoyed me is the little yellow square in the back window which said: "Baby Boy On Board". Well f*cking done to you, buddy! That is just AMAZING! You managed to conceive. No, you managed to conceive a male child!

Seriously, I don't get those little yellow signs. Do you really think that I'm going to drive slower or further back from you just because you have that sign? Perhaps you should just drive with your hazards on permanently so we can all beware and avoid crashing into you and rather take aim at the stupid tannie in the silver Toyota Corrola with the number plate KFMFAN2-WP (Yes, she's out there!)?

Now I know I can say this and no one can turn to me and say you're just jealous because you don't have kids. I do and I most certainly don't have a stupid yellow sign in my back window telling everyone that I'm fertile!

I call for a ban on all yellow "Baby on Board" signs from this moment on!

I haven't abandoned you

So, I'm back in at Gambling HQ today for what will most certainly be an eventful 3-day week. I have to say the long weekend was good fun. Baked my kiddies' birthday cakes on Friday night in preparation for the party on Saturday and thank the stars above I booked a party venue with indoor entertainment!!!

Went out with the girls on Saturday night to the joyous Edwards Street strip! Did the whole Cubana coctail thing and then on to Ku De Ta nightclub for some boogying! I'm afraid to say it wasn't exactly rocking, but I had good company and that made up for a lot. Was home by 2am, which is fairly respectable, I think. Thanks to the girls (Simone, Stacey, Sadie, Marie Anne, Tamzin and Ashleigh) for a nice time!

Perhaps it was the scary guy with the mohawk and tight white jeans or 'dodgy guy' with the same kind of sunglasses as is seen in Beyonce's I'm a Diva. Not a good look in my opinion.



Sunday was pretty mediocre actually. Was very tempted to go to Caprice when the weather cleared up nicely, but couldn't be bothered and instead moved out of the master bedroom. The thing is STBEH refuses to move out and so the next logical step was that I should take the plunge, especially since he started stroking my arm in the mornings.

Then I was accused of being nasty! Nasty??? Nasty would've been him getting back from the UK with all his stuff in the spare bedroom and that's that, but of course, because I was merely trying to be nice, I'm the one moving out. Never mind, I must say I'm quite enjoying having my own space again. F*ck that shit, being nice gets you nowhere!

Monday it was Prince Charming's birthday so did the 'family' thing and took him and Miss Muffet to the Spur for lunch. Please note that the Spur isn't a venue I would frequent if it wasn't for the kids. Although, saying that, the food is good value for money, so I'm not really complaining.

And that's it, so on with the (short) week we go...

Madge x

Lunch with the team

Can only ever go one way... So, good food, a couple of bottles of wine between myself and another and the level of conversation dropping below that of pond scum and you really do have a perfect Friday afternoon setup.


The fact that I had a marathon 3-hour long meeting this morning, which went significantly better than I expected (I actually had a sleepless night about it...) followed by a rather tasty lunch at Canal Walk with my esteemed colleagues from Gambling HQ has ended up with me in a rather naughty mood!


The only f*ckup is that I have to go home tonight to bake birthday cakes for the kids' birthday party tomorrow! Right now, I really don't know how these cakes are going to end up as. Thank god I printed the rice paper decorations in advance or else these kids would've ended up with something rather scary looking, considering the state of their mother at this exact point in time...


Anyway, so between Eeyore and a Tomcat Fighter jet, I have to make these cakes look good. Oh and I have to actually MAKE these cakes!!!!







Anyway, I'm forfeiting my poker evening to bake for my little munchkins.

As for the weekend, I'm looking forward to an evening out with a bunch of girlies at Buena Vista Social Club at the Tyger Waterfront and we might even make a turn at Ku De Ta too on Saturday. Then going to inspect the One and Only hotel at the Waterfront and possibly making a turn at Caprice in Camps Bay on Sunday and on Monday, spending the day with my Prince Charming who's turning 4!!!

I will try my best to drop you all a line over the weekend when I have a spare minute, so please keep an eye out. I hope you all have a spectacular long weekend and don't do anything I would do... On the other hand, i won't be a spoil sport, so please, go ahead and have yourself a wild ball!!!

Madge xx

Wanna blow your nose?

Excuse me for butting in, but I had to say my say about this. I got these pics through from a friend in an email and my first thought was a very sarcastic "Lovely...". This was soon followed by a screwed up face and funny groan from the pit of my stomach.

Imagine going into the public loo just to get some toilet paper so you can blow a snotty nose and this is what you find? Will you still blow it? Your nose, that is?

I especially love the way it says the loo roll is 'Recycled'. And excrement is recycled food, so??? OK, sorry, I'm dragging this down to a whole new level. I reckon these will go down rather well in toilets in gay bars. Whatcha think?

Bootylicious!
Madge

How to handle it?

So, I'm a little confused here. Why suddenly now does soon-to-be-ex-husband (STBEH) want to shower me with affection? It's too late buddy! It all makes matters really difficult for me and for him too, because it's as if he's clinging onto something that is no more.

But what to do? The thing is that the atmosphere at home has been fairly stable for the last couple of days, which helps, but this isn't exactly sustainable.

So, just to make matters worse, I'm going to have to spend the weekend on The Farm in Paarl to doggysit my sister's (The Fiery One) 'kids'. This little family comprises of 2 Pugs called Mugg and Bean and a Ridgeback named Mocha. Here's the irony, my kids don't wake me in the night for a wee, but the dogs do! The things we do, eh?

My mom was babysitting while sis is living it up in Mauritius, but now mom is unwell and not coping. Mocha is still a puppy and a very boisterous one at that. I don't mind dogs, but am more of a cat person myself. Would love to tame a Lion one day...

I just don't need this right now...

Anyway, any of you in Cape Town look out the window this morning? Here at Gambling HQ we can't even see past 10 metres from the mist. Very eerie. Real Alfred Hitchcock style weather, or snuggling up in bed and shagging yourself senseless weather. For now, I suppose I'll have to settle with Alfred.... Hitchcock that is... No shagging for me although the thought is quite appealing... Oh God, now I'm just torturing myself!!!

Make your voices heard!

I really do hope that you lot reading this have registered to vote and are making your way to the polling stations on this momentous day. Come on, the government has been so kind as to give you a day off work, surely you can repay them in kind by shafting them with your vote?!

Anyway, I'm making the most of the day by spending it with my kids and mom in Paarl on The Farm - after casting my own all-important vote, of course. I can't face spending the day in Wisteria Lane with soon-to-be-ex-husband. I've sent him off to Pick 'n Pay to buy some groceries, so I can quickly come on here and post this. He's definitely not to know about this blog for as long as I can get away with it! And no, I'm not sneaky, it's just none of his goddamn business!

Really, where I live is EXACTLY like Wisteria Lane from Desperate Housewives. Complete with realistic characters, all the intrigue and drama and let's not forget, all the bitchyness that one Golf Estate can offer!

That's all from me for today, but be sure to tune in tomorrow for your next episode of This is The Life (TITL as per mister Rotherham over at 2OceansVibe).

Cherio!

Spit vs Swallow or Inhale vs Puff

You tell me! One day I might let you in on my preference, but when I saw this pic, I just had to share it with you. Can you just imagine a Saturday night, you've got some friends round, had a nice dinner of curry or pizza or something and fancy toning things down with a little smoke.

So, off you toddle to fetch the paraphernalia...



How many of the guys (the straight ones of course - we all know no dinner party is complete without the token gay guy)do you think will actually partake in the next part of the evening?

I suppose the good thing about it is if you're single you can go to bed with a smile, but who would REALLY buy it? I suppose it's a great gift for a hen night or your gay best friend.

I just can't stop imagining people's faces when you emerge with it. Especially the guys? Would you?

Madge

Blood and guts and axed heads

What a gory start to the day I've had and no, before you get cheeky and tell me that I shouldn't look in the mirror so early, I'm talking about genuine horror film type stuff.

On my way to Gambling HQ this morning I drove past a cat that was hit by a car with all it's guts lying around it... And so it begins... Then I was listening to Gareth Cliff's show on 5FM and the topic of conversation was people with axes stuck in their heads and bush knives stuck through eyes and narrowly missing their brains. Yes, they survived!

I'm not usually squeamish about these kinds of things, but perhaps when dawn is still breaking it's much easier to imagine scenes from Saw or the Texas Chainsaw Massacre.

Anyway, let's hope this day doesn't turn out to be another Nightmare on Elm Street or early version of Halloween...

By the way, has anyone seen Johnny?? Wheeeeeeeere's Johnny???

I shouldn't laugh...

But this is really funny:

KALUGA, Russia, April 15 (UPI) -- Russian police said a female hairdresser was arrested for allegedly keeping an unsuccessful armed robber bound as a sex slave for two days.

Web site Life.ru quoted police as saying the 32-year-old man entered the hair salon at about 5 p.m. March 14, brandished a gun and demanded money from workers and customers, The Moscow Times reported Wednesday.

However, the 28-year-old hairdresser, who had martial arts training, disarmed the man and bound him hair-dryer cord.

Police told Life.ru that the woman then allegedly kept the man gagged and handcuffed to a radiator for 48 hours. She is accused of forcing him to take Viagra and forcing him to have sex with her multiple times.

The woman let her prisoner go March 16 and he went to police after seeking treatment for injuries to his genitals.

The Web site said the man filed a complaint asking for the hairdresser to be brought up on charges for "actions of a sexual nature." The woman filed a complaint the next day seeking armed robbery charges against the man.

"I don't know what's going to happen now," Life.ru quoted a police source as saying. "We could put both of them behind bars: him for robbery, her for rape and assault."

And who said that there is no justice in this world. No, it's not right to imprison and rape someone, but neither is it right to rob, so I suppose he got his cum-uppence... (pardon the pun).

Who would've thought that he'd actually complain? I suppose there wasn't a picture of the woman, so there might be something in that...

What has this world come to??

Madge

What an eventful weekend

And thank goodness it's kindof a half-week type thingy... Hope you're all dragging your hungover arses to the polling stations on Wednesday.

I'm just not in the mood to bore you all with my rather eventful weekend, but what I will do is give you all a few words and let you fill in the gaps. This could definitely end up being interesting...

Let's start on Friday: Drinks after work, drunk, speed home, accused of having an affair with my boss (noooooo!) and told to get out of the house, the switch flicks, lots of violence, flashing blue lights...

Just to let you all know I'm fine, apart from having really sore arms, where I bashed into blocking arms.

The moral of the story: "Don't fuck with me when I'm drunk and in particular when I'm angry at you already!" I must say, it was a good release for me. Probably all the pent-up anger of the past year coming out in one go.

Anyway, it was Miss Muffet's second birthday yesterday. I must admit, I still find it hard to believe that she's not a baby any more. I suppose she'll always be my baby even though she really is a little girl - and a madam at that!

M x

Friday afternoons

Are not for working. I have this amazing clock which switches off at 2pm and then I go into some kind of tuned out zone and that, my dear friends is when I play poker online, so I'm really pleased to inform y'all that I've just won some sweet cash in a tourney and very proud of myself.

The anger that I've been harbouring since last night has now turned into joy. Amazing how such small things can make such a big difference.

Love it!

Hope you all have glorious weekends and that the sun may shine on you wherever you are.

I'm going to be celebrating my little Miss Muffet's second birthday on Sunday and can't actually believe where this time has gone. Happy birthday baby girl!!

Cheerio
Madge x

Grrrrrrrrrrrrrr!

I don't do mind games, just get that. If anything, I shut my trap and keep it to myself, but a game-player I'm most certainly not. I just don't get it. Why say one thing one day and another the next or try to make someone else look bad in order to make yourself look better?

Don't be two-faced and most importantly, don't lie to me or about me for that matter! Last night I had an incident and never mind hitting the roof, I hit the f*cking Milky Way I was so angry!!!

OK, now I've got that off my chest I have one more thing to say: "It's the WEEKEEEEEEND, BABY!"

Yay! Don't you just love Gareth Cliff's show?? Always very entertaining and get's me going in the morning.

Got this clip this morning and it really made me laugh. It's one of the first cat-fight scenes from Dynasty between Krystle and Alexis. I must say, no fight scene is complete without the clashing satin shirts and my two favorite lines: "And I didn't cause your accident, Krystle, just as I didn't cause your barenness" and "Just whistle if you want a re-match" Aaaah, they just don't make them like this anymore...



Love it!

Laters
Madge x

Fetishes

So, we were having a little group discussion here at Gambling HQ and somehow it came out that one of the girlies here have a riding crop in her car (you know, the stick that jockeys use to make the horses run faster).

I never had her down as the horsey type, so this, of course, opened up a whole new conversation and poker stats galloped right out the room...

Now, I'm not at all averse to a bit of kink. I've certainly had my fair share of experience and having lived in London, where people are generally more open minded about these kind of things, had some fun and rather interesting times at clubs like Torture Garden. Maybe one day I'll share some of those experiences with you if I think you deserve it...

The whole fetish thing still amuses and intrigues me though. What is it in the minds of some people that make them do some really seriously weird shit behind closed doors. There's absolutely NOTHING wrong with a bit of slap 'n tickle and dressing up in latex or uniforms or tying each other to the bed posts or in those furry cuffs, but when you look into it there's a lot of pretty scary stuff that people do to themselves and others.

I really don't get why you would want to inflict that kind of pain or have it done to you and then still get turned on by it? Seriously, high voltage electrical shocks to your vajajay??? Being whipped untill you bleed or pee yourself?? No man!! Then there's all the messy stuff people do, and I'm not talking about lying in a bath full of baked beans or spaghetti here. Mind you, I reckon that could probably be fun, but a turn-on? I'm definitely not convinced.

Are these normal people like you and me or are they perhaps badly scarred by something that has happened in their past and feel they need to punish themselves or someone else in order to deal with it. Please correct me if I'm totally missing something here, but I'm struggling to get my head around it. And really, if I'm that out of the loop, then feel free to slap and tickle my senses with what it is that I'm potentially missing out on!

Anyway, got this pic today. Very 21st century as it said. Made me larff...
M x

Pollopy clouds - the pics!

This is what I was talking about people! Check out these pics sent in by a reader (Thanks Justin). This is truly amazing and nothing I've ever seen before.

Beautiful!

Madge x

Pollopy clouds?

Did any of you Cape Tonians see the clouds this morning?? I was staring amazed at the funny shape as the mass hung in the air. If you look closely it looks like little pollops hanging from it. I'm regretting not taking a picture of it to show you, but it certainly looks like we're in for a potentially stormy morning.

Yay! Bring it on. I absolutely love storms. Growing up in Bloemfontein you get used to the summer storms where it is sunny and hot all day long and then around 4pm the wind would suddenly pick up and within minutes it would be dark and gloomy with loads of thunder and lightning followed by seriously hard rain for about 10-15 minutes and then just as suddenly the sun would be shining again and everything would be fresh and the birds are singing their tunes again. Love it!

Anyway, I love writing poetry, so I'll bore you with my latest penning:

Happy Evermore

The hurt in me too much to bear
The feeling of pain, emotion, dispair
I know the right decision's been made
Over time the price has been paid

Why, oh why has it come to this?
I thought it was a hit, instead a miss
The hurt and sorrow in my heart I feel
Has brought with it a turning wheel

Indeed, now it seems the time has come
For me to deal with what's come undone
A long, hard journey lies ahead
But on I simply should put to bed

Some times were good, some were fun
But a brand new path has just begun
For me to experience, feel, explore
And perhaps be happy evermore.

Madge xx

If you love someone, set them free...

This has been my little mantra of late. So, last night the dam walls finally burst in a rather big way. What started off as a little conversation ended up in a full-on session, but one that simply had to happen sooner or later.

No, it wasn't a massive argument. It turned out to be a huge revelation and admission of guilt. It turns out that he finally sees what he's lost and now there's no way of getting it back. He admitted that I'd tried to tell him on numerous occasions and that all the warning signs were there, but while he was always chasing something bigger, he was losing what was in fact the biggest thing in his life. He heard me, but he never listened.

And now it's too late, so please set me free.

The weird thing is that through all of this I felt quite numb. I'll admit that a few tears rolled down my cheeks, but I wasn't really upset. I suppose I'd been upset for so long that I've already worked through my sadness and pain. Maybe I'm just a cold-hearted bitch! I don't think so.

Anyway, the good thing is that I think he realises that it's all too late and this will hopefully make matters somewhat easier going forward. He still brought me tea this morning though. I must sort this out - the tea thing, you know! I prefer coffee or juice, just in case any of you out there want to make a note for future reference...

This pic made me laugh recently and this is how I feel today:

Some of my current favorites

One of my passions in life is music and lately I've thrown myself into it in a big way. Here is one of my current favorites, The Veronicas - Untouched. The lyrics kindof speak to me as I feel quite untouched right now.



Another favorite right now is Katy Perry's Thinking of You. Maybe I'm not all that untouched after all - except for in a physical way of course...



Amazing how something like music can affect you so much. "So I say thank-you for the music, the songs I'm singing, thanks for all the joy they're bringing..."

Watched the movie, Juno, over the weekend. If you haven't seen it yet, then please do yourself a favour. It's on MNET at the moment. I've been wanting to see it for ages now and it was well worth the wait. Very quirky and not at all 'Hollywood' just as you think "oh, it's all going to work out and this is what's going to happen", the movie finishes in the way things actually tend to happen in 'Real Life' without any of the sweetnesses that Hollywood tends to inflict on us. Definitely check it out.

Easter madness

Hello all you bunnies or is it chickens?? This is so confusing, there's eggs, but bunnies don't lay eggs, chickens do and ... aaaargh, forget it.

So, I've had quite an interesting weekend, but fortunately for me I had my resident therapist close by at all times. Let me know if you want his number, he's a Black guy, goes by the name of J. Walker. He really knows his thing and I must say that he's been my pillar of strength over the past few weeks.

Spent a bit of time with his colleague, mister Ballantyne too, though he's not quite as smooth...



Anyway, the ball is finally rolling, though probably a little slow for my liking at this point in time, but I reckon that will pick up soon. Fortunately things are all calm and not too emotional, but just really awkward. Someone pointed out that this might happen and I really hadn't thought about it, but he couldn't have been more right.

All I want to do is to say: "Stop being so f*cking nice and helpful! It's too late. And stop making me cups of tea, I don't drink the stuff and after being with me for 7 years you should bloody know this!"

This is it...

So, I wasn't sure I'd be able to come online over the weekend, and I almost didn't but here I am, so lucky you!

Well, up to now the Easter weekend has been rather uneventful and fairly relaxed. I had the most amazing day today which started off with a phone call from someone special this morning which kindof gave me the necessary encouragement I so desperately needed.

Later on, I packed up the kids (yes, there's 2) and went off to the Champagne and Oyster festival at Bloemendal. What a fabulous day! The weather was great, fizz was flowing and kids entertained. What more can you ask for??? Well, there are a couple of things, but I'm not that full of shit, so we'll leave it at that.

It was quite interesting that I happened to run into a VERY OLD acquaintance (he's not old, it's just been a long time) who I hadn't seen in 10 years. I went on a 5-day cruize with him and 2 others from Durban to Bazaruto in January 1999 and we haven't seen each other since. It was great reminiscing about the 'good 'ol days' and finding out what had happened to all the people from that time.

So, after a bottle of champers and a good catch-up, oh and after being TOTALLY embarrassed by the fact that my little boy got lost and I got called to the stage and pointed at as 'the drunk mommy who loses her kid' I can honestly say that a great day was had by all.

Now I need to prepare myself for tomorrow. My soon-to-be-ex husband returns from London after almost 3 months away and I'm picking him up from the airport, so please think of me. This next week is most certainly going to be a very emotional and difficult time, but I reckon I'll survive it and come out the other end guns blazing. It's merely a process which needs to be done. The end to an era, but also the beginning of a brand new life which I so desperately need.

If I had a glass in my hand now, I'd raise it, but I've decided that I'd had WAY too much for one day and need to be in some kind of state to deal with matters tomorrow, not that I honestly think tomorrow will be a major hurdle as he'd probably want to just get back and chill with the kids.

Anyway, if any of you want to buy a really nice 4-bedroom house on a golf estate, then please make yourselves known. I reckon the house selling is what will take the longest over and above everything else, so here's hoping someone falls madly in love with it very soon.

OK peeps, no doubt you'll be hearing from me on Tuesday.

Enjoy the rest of your long weekends!
M xx

Peanut butter M&M's

I'm not a MASSIVE chocolate fan. I mean, I like it, especially the real deal like anything Belgian, Lindt, hmmmmm... But no, I'm an ice cream gal. Buy me a tub of Haagen Dazs and I'll be all yours. You might not get much conversation out of me, but then you might not be after the conversation...

But here at Gambling HQ we've got a thing for peanut butter M&M's. Never been that keen on M&M's. They're ok, but these are something really special. They've got this creamy centre and are particularly morish. So, next time you see the red packet, do pick it up and take the time to endulge in something different.

My colleague has just been so kind as to plonk one of these on my desk and now I'm a happy bunny.



Speaking of bunnies, I'm not sure whether I'll be able to post over the weekend. If I do, yay, if not, I'll be back next week, no doubt with an update on my life saga, so have a great Easter and to those of you going out to Balkanology, I did try, but to no avail. Maybe next year!

Have a good one!

M x

Crack the poker face

I work in the gambling industry, but you won't find me dealing at Grand West. Poker is my brand and Black Jack is my game although I play a pretty mean hand of poker when I do end up with a couple of hole cards in front of me.

Anyway, we're always looking out for anything poker related and this little gem popped up a while ago. The story is that this well-known poker-pro was challenged to keep a straight face while a random bunch of twats make absolute *rseh*les of themselves and the one who can crack the poker face, wins cash. Simple, eh?

People can be so desperate. Really now?!

Facebook Status Updates

I absolutely LOVE facebook and I'd like to think that I'm one of the more 'conservative' users who tends to be somewhat more picky about who I accept/invite as a facebook friend.

I tend to check out the various status updates of my friends throughout the day and if I feel the need to comment on whatever they're up to or bitching about, then I do.

Here at Gambling HQ we recently commented on how people abuse the status update section and say nasty things or slag others off or only portray one side of a story. So when I received an email yesterday from my soon-to-be-ex-sister-in-law asking me to please not post anything else on Facebook with regards to my current divorce situation, I SAW RED! No, in fact, I was just absolutely f*cking fuming! How DARE she?!

So, the story is that I posted my status update the day after I informed my soon-to-be-ex-husband: "Mxxxxx has done it, and it wasn't nice :-(". OK, that was the update. So, those people who knew what was going on would've picked up on it and those who didn't could've thought that I was referring to changing a shitty nappy for argument's sake!!!

But then, shock f*cking horror, I get this email... Not cool! Mind your own business. Up to now I haven't minded the barrage of emails begging me to reconsider my decision from various members of his family and have dealt with them all in a nice way whilst totally sticking to my double-barreled guns, but THIS was totally uncalled for.

But here's the thing, and one of the beauties of Facebook, I've de-friended the whole bloody lot of them. Ha! Take that! In fact, it's probably a good thing because I suppose it's best to sever the ties properly.

Anyway, this really pushed me over the edge yesterday, and what made matters even worse is the fact that I got home, desperate for a whiskey and though I remember having finished a bottle the night before (not the whole bottle, just a few drops, ok, maybe a couple of glasses), I was convinced I had more. Turns out I didn't!

So, I ended up swapping allegiances to the red badge of Smirnoff, but the soda stream machine is broken (must find out how that happened), so I ended up having vodka, lemonade syrup and non-fizzed water... This is not exactly what I had in mind when I got home desperate for a drink. As it was, I had to wait for the Pam Golding agent to finish valuing my house before quenching my thirst and believe me, once she'd left my tongue had to be pried off my palate with a spatchela.

The vodka did the trick though, I can safely say, but a stop at the bottle store on my way home from work is most certainly on the cards. This kindof thing simply CANNOT happen!

Lack of sleep

I'm not sure what I hate more, pissing mosquitos buzzing around, cats fighting or my mom's coughing?!

Honestly people, this is bloody insane!

My mom came over to my place last night as she'd been away for a few days and decided it would be a good idea to be with me during my current emotional dramas, so all is nice other than the fact that she started coughing rather uncontrollably in the early hours of the morning. In the end I just gave her a glass of water and that seemed to do the trick.

Then, not long after, this highly irritating buzzing ensues... This sound cannot be confused. A mosquito. Shouldn't these little shits be dead already? Surely the mozzie season is over, but no, this little die-hard, or shall I say blood-sucking viper bat, was on a mission, but unfortunately for him, I was fully compus-mentus and as he sat on my ear, I smacked myself. Well, I smacked him really, but it did hurt me too. Well worth it though, but the problem is that once this has happened, you're lying in your bed in a state of paranoia listening for any other such little critters who might want to steal your blood and leave you itchy...

OK, so finally I drift back into a dreamy state of peaceful sleep, when the next thing, the most unholy sounds start to come from outside the house. Surely not... F*cking cats fighting!!!

Aaaargh! Why is it that some people can't just be content with 1 or 2 pets, but have to have a whole house full of the stuff. I love cats, believe me I do and I would love to get one of my own, but I'm holding back simply for the fact that there are too many other cats residing on my estate (there are a few bitches too, but that's another story).

Luckily for me, I'm not the only one who's fed-up of the nightly kitty operas and the next thing I just heard this dull little sound which I can only assume came from either a Windbucks or Daisy and the peace was restored. Thanks Piet, a girl can't ask for a better neighbor!

So, now I am sitting at my desk, trying to keep my head straight and hoping to have a better night's sleep tonight. A girl needs her rest, you know!!!

Here's a funny pic I got sent recently. Really made me laugh and reminded me of when I lived in London and went for walks along the Thames. We'd stumble across these groups of tiny Japanese people with their SLR's slung round their necks, little arms stretched out and pointing to Big Ben or the London Eye. Aaaaaaw, bless!!

Sometimes we have to do things that aren't nice

So, I suppose this is merely how life works. You do something, realize that you've cocked up and then need to fix it somehow. Sometimes you find that it's an easy fix, like "Shit, let's just superglue it on rather than use prestick?" Other times you need to take slightly more drastic measures....

I had to take a more drastic measure last night to fix something that is/was somewhat f*cked up. And it really wasn't nice.

It's one of those shitty situations where you know you've gotta do it, you've made up your mind and there's absolutely no turning back, because, God knows, if you did, you'd simply be f*cking yourself over in a rather royal fashion.

So, I went about it in a very well-planned and clinical manner.... Yes, I took a sleeping pill, made the phone call and 20 minutes in I was so chilled to the point that my head was spinning (from the sleeping pill) and went straight to bed only to be awakened by my alarm from a much needed death sleep.

Now I'm just waiting to deal with the repercussions of it all. So far things have been very quiet on that front, let's wait and see.

Anyway, that's my feedback for now. Who ever said that divorce was easy?!

M x

Hi there and welcome

Well, it's certainly taken me long enough to get into this whole blog thing, but now I'm here and committed to doing this.

I have to say a big thank-you to my blogging inspirations, my friend Justin Atkins and more recently the 2OceansVibe crew.

You have inspired me to take on this challenge and share my life with the world.

Just a quick intro from my side. I'm a 28-year old living in the most beautiful city in the world, Cape Town and I'm going through a lot of changes and challenges right now, so this is going to be my sounding board.

Please feel free to comment whenever you want and I'll do my best to reply.

Now I'm going to see what I can do with this blog page to make it a little more interesting for you all, so will be back later.

Madge x