A car worth writing about
Last weekend my husband and I were driving to my aunt’s house, the road was a little bumpy and I found myself going “wooooooh”. The only other person who had ever made that sound when driving was my dad.
Here and Now
Test: You’re reading this right? Are you really thinking about what I’m going to write or are you thinking about something else? No? You’re thinking what the hell is she talking about? Ok…on to the post then.
Who are the people in your neighbourhood?
I was watching the news last week and there was a poll asking whether you feel safe in your neighbourhood. I’ve been thinking about that Sesame Street song for a little while now, but let’s not get carried away by that nostalgic melody.
Ghosts
If you haven’t already noticed through reading my blog, I have a thing for sayings, Bemba ones mostly, grew up with a lot of them and as years have gone by, most have turned out to be true.
Fashion beats weather.
Winter’s here, and I can feel the enthusiasm for leaving my apartment dwindling, fast. And coming with it are my boring, unattractive and dull clothes, right? Wrong!
Meditation isn’t always easy, at least for me.
It’s hard to meditate when you’re a mouth breather.
I’ve been a little stressed the past couple of weeks, partly due to my jam-packed to-do list and my over achieving attitude. Needless to say, “woo-sah” has been an inevitable mantra I’ve been chanting.
Time
In the past five years I’ve lost two friendships that if you’d asked five years ago if we’d be where we are now, I’d have told you, you were out of your mind.
Yes, that really is my name
The recent mix up of Obama and Osama got me thinking about my frequent encounters with such errors with my own name, some which have been forgiving, most just plain annoying.