So this new person wants to be my boss. I am not sure about how I feel about it all, she's already started to give me her work, and I'm battling to keep up... hey... it's tough at the top. So superflygirl broke up with her boyfriend on Saturday. He was a good kid, so it was a sad for him, but superflygirl has allot of work to do on her own emotional stability right now, so it's probably a good thing. She goes to her therapist for first session on Thursday, I can only think it will be good for her. So on that note, the woman who has no clue called Superflygirl's mother, phoned superflygirl's ex-boyfriend of just a few days to tell him that she will not return his phone to him (the one she was supposed to use for one week, but has kept for a month already), and will give it back to him next week or so. Superflygirl is paranoid she sells it or something, and leaves her in another position to explain her mom's actions away. She gets aggravated when we try talk about her mother, she gets aggravated when we suggest she has to go and see her. Are we wrong by trying to ensure she does the right thing by her mom when her mom obviously has no obligation to do the same by superflygirl? Anyway, I have a ram by the name of Spider. And yes, its male version of a sheep, not like computer RAM - and this ram of mine is pretty psycho. I'm scared of him, as his head is a weapon. So today I got home, and Spider and his clan had gotten out of their enclosure and invaded my garden, I had to sit in the car while he stood at my car door for half an hour. Eventually I put my car in reverse and manoeuvred so that I almost bumped him, and then herded them in reverse to a distance from the house. I could then safely get from my car to my front door. In the dark they don't see so well, so I was able to get them back onto their side of my farm by waving plastic packets in the air. Only then could I attend to my parrot and dogs. Caaarrraaazzzy.

complicated things, just complicate complicated things

Well although new as a blogger, I'm certainly not new to the blogging world, so I decided to take a stab at my very own blogspot. just to let you in on me, I am a divorced lady, no kids, I'm engaged to be engaged to a wonderful man, and his teenage daughter lives with us. So, I have an almost farm, with sheep and chickens and all that, and my days are pretty busy. I'm a project person - only trouble is I start a project and never really finish, so who knows how long I'll keep this blog for.

So today, I am experiencing some anxiety and stress... and how does that make me feel? Well it makes me feel anxious and stressed. This week is the first week that superflygirl will be going to see shrink for her anxiety and stress and I hope she likes the lady. She came recommended by superflygirl's school friend's mom, so we'll see.

I have no kids of my own, so superflygirl is my kid as far as relationships go, and I love her too much to see her hurt. Her real mother with whom she lived until about six weeks ago shocks me at least once a week with her antics toward superflygirl. I wont go into too much detail, maybe when I know how to put it in words I'll describe her, but for now, she'll just be superflygirl's mother who does not have a clue.

I'm supposed to be studying.... yes, its a whole day off, and any responsible person studying part time would take this as a one time only opportunity, but no, not me. I've slept almost all day, and played on the net the rest of the time. we'll see how my exams go in may, right before the world cup hits us.

So talking of the world cup, I was thinking of publishing a book : tips on how to keep safe in SA.
Silly tips like: "don't openly show you have a lot of cash on you." and "don't leave your handbag on the floor at a dinner table." You know, stuff us South Africans are raised with that the poor German would have no clue about... what do you think? Would it sell?