What the HELL has happened to my life?  I blink for a second and days go by.  Today was a good day.  David joined my team at aqua, we had back-to-back meetings, introductions, presentations, briefings, not enough coffee and way too little smoke breaks.  But it’s crunch time and I am so excited to have him on board, he has a mind of brilliance and a passion I’ve not yet seen met.

In other words, I’m just so fucking excited that I don’t have to carry all the weight by myself anymore. Hah.  Welcome to the rush ride, Dave, I hope we have many happy hours working together!

A few weeks ago Briget meme’d me to write a blog post listing things I’d said in the last week.  Since you all know how bad my memory is these days, I opt to list things I said out loud either at my mom’s house this past weekend, or on the road trip home with Jon yesterday.

• No but really, how can scientists prove that there is no pregnancy without sex? I mean, what if I’m 12 years old and ride a horse that wobbles me enough to break my hymen? And then a week later I accidentally sit in an hour old puddle of sperm?  It’s totally possible for that virgin to fall pregnant.

So last week an opportunity presented itself to me:

Last week: Hi! I’m an opportunity! Would you like to accept it?

Me: Fuck yeah!

The story goes like this:

The car I’ve been driving for the last year, the Peugeot 206 GTI, Silver, awesome, is a tad expensive for me.  I have been paying R4000 on a car every month that I don’t technically own.  See, a friend of mine wanted someone to take over payments and then take official ownership of the car once it was paid off.  So I intended to buy it, with my whole heart.  Except the game then changed, and they wanted another 100k over and above the nearly 60k I’d already paid.  R160 000 for a car that was only worth about R80 000?  I love that car, but not that much.

I don’t know what’s going on with me lately, I’m forgetting things left, right and center.  The other day I drove all the way to work and once I got to my desk I leaned over to set up my laptop only to realise I’d left it at home.  So I drive all the way home and pick it up, rush back to work (now late for a meeting that I had, wait for it, forgotten about) and then realise I’d left the fucking power charger behind!

So I might not always make the best choices, or spell words exactly like the dictionary does, or even put the commas in the right, places.  But I always blog.  And I always do it with love.  And fuck it, even SA Blog Awards uses their own version of word orders, look here for proof:

So anyway.  Now that we’ve all seen that, can we click on this please:

There are three days left.  THREE DAYS.  But I personally think you should do it right now, because if you think “oh, I don’t feeeeel like it.  I’ll do it just now.” then you’re a twat, because everybody knows that “just now” means “probably never” and Probably Neverers never get anywhere.  Probably.