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?