Aftermath

After the police, security company and neighbourhood watch arrived on Thursday, Himself contacted a security specialist friend. He in turn contacted someone and they used my cellphone to triangulate the direction the hijackers took. My car was found about 45 minutes after the incident, safely parked and locked near a centre in Tembisa.

Of course, my wallet containing my drivers licence, ID document, cards and cash, my handbag and a few other things were no longer in the car. They even took the school lunch bags I pack for J&C. Their school bags with school books were still in the boot, which they never opened.

Even though we got the car back and the kids could go to school on Friday with their own school bags, our lives will never be the same.

Even though I am going to see a trauma counselor, I will probably never feel safe.

Even though my children seem fine on the surface, they now know that all those promises we as parents make are not true. We can't keep them safe all the time.

Now I am truly just another crime statistic

J&C and I were hijacked at gunpoint today outside our home.

Motherfucking cunts got away with some cash, the car, the kids' school books.

I hope that karma fucks them over so bad in their miserable little lives (if they are ever caught).

I am thankful that the one who came running up to me with the gun didn't shoot me or harm my children.

There are few things in life

that annoy the crap out of me but what I see every day between where we live and the Hans Strydom highway in the 15 minutes it takes to drive to school sends smoke pouring out of my ears.

1. The poppie in the Prada who puts her makeup on while driving all over the road.
2 The dad in this morning's traffic who loads up the car with 3 kids sharing a front seat, no seatbelt, then drives 2km per hour because he doesn't want to have an accident. Classy, real classy.
3. The dorkface mofo who rides so close to my car it looks like he's humping it.

I don't get why people have to drive like fucknuts. I really don't. The dude in his shitty little car behind me and the poppie putting on makeup aside, parents who think it is perfectly fine to drive with kids unrestrained are the worst. They treat their kids worse than you would an animal and when they get into an accident, it's never their fault.

Friday weigh in

So a month in and what are the results you may be wondering?

I've picked up 1.7kg (that's almost 4lbs).....

But I have also lost a whopping 21.5cm (about 10 inches) from all over my body!

7cm of those from just around my waist.

You think the gym is doing it's thing? I do.

Mothers Day 2010

Once a year our special day comes along. That day where mothers the world over have complete meltdowns and cry because their little Precious has made a work of art that just melts their hearts and makes up for everything. The one day a year that kids can do whatever they want and their moms stand by and watch them do it.

Hope all you moms out there have an awesome day!

Funerals

A website I post on has a discussion about funerals.

It's always been my dream to go out in a blaze of glory. I want piles of wood, I want a wooden ship (a pile of logs bound by rope will do), I want oil and nice smelly stuff poured all over my dead body, essential oils to mask the smell of burning flesh, pine needles.....and a roaring fire.

That's how I want my funeral to be.

My boobs are shrinking

After my 6th gym session, I made an appointment with one of the trainers to be smart carded on the Curves smart card system. It's basically a chip in a piece of plastic that you insert into a slot on each machine which then calibrates to your first round while programming the chip.

The evil part is that this chip knows, it knows I tell you! I can't fake it now.

After the session to programme this evil piece of plastic, it was time to be measured and weighed. My boobs are shrinking. Nothing else is.