i just slammed my thumb in a drawer and went to the back and cried a little like a girl

i have become enamoured with william petersen from csi. gran purchased the first season on her most recent 'i love dvds' shopping trip... she will probably never watch it and so i have hijacked it. i think he's great! my brother calls him 'the fat one' which is just about the meanest thing ever to say about someone your sister might just love! i always watched csi miami frequently because the acting is so bad that it was doubly enjoyable but now *sigh* gill grissham is the way to go people! not sure why i think he is the greatest thing since kinder joy chocolate eggs, but the heart knows things the mind only wonders ;)

the rat pack keeps falling on my head

no matter how much prestick i stick on the frigging poster, the rat pack that hangs above my bed kept falling on my head in the middle of the night! and THEN, the clock off of my wall fell on me too. the inanimate objects in my room are becoming revolutionary. they must be stopped!

this post is to describe the amazement i feel for just how exciting shakti's life is. everyone always says 'good grief Sarah, your life is so exciting' which is such a lie... i attract weirdness. shakti attracts the adventure!

the other day shaks and her dad witnessed a smash and grab in front of them (for those of you non south africans, a smash and grab is an unfortunately common occuring act of crime whereby once you stop your car at a red robot - or traffic light whatever you may call it - a man shoves a brick or some sort of hard instrument through your window and steals your bags)

shaks' dad, being the gun-ho heroic type started driving their large and intimidating land rover truck thing AT the said criminal, being very careful not to hit the other car. the guy, panicking, then squeezed inbetween the cars and hightailed it off into the bushes. shaks, as she is prone to do when nervous, was giggling her head off

all of a sudden, a bakkie (a... um... what is a non afrikaaner word for bakkie... why can i not remember...a pick up? i think? anyway) stopped and a gun toting presumably afrikaans man lept out and ran after the guy, swinging his gun above his head like a cowboy

the car that had been attacked up and drove themselves away

and so shaks and her dad had to sit and wait for the crazy gun man to come back because by leaping out of his car, he had simply flung his door wide open, leaving the keys in the ignition and launched himself out at full speed

eventually he came back, look at shaks and her dad and drove away

now THAT is exciting and cements the fact that shakti's dad should be a member of the A-Team

I AM HANDING IN MY LETTER OF RESIGNATION TO THE BOOK STORE TODAY good riddance!

ok bye!

it was weird

a pic of me and cath in celebration of her birthday!

this weekend i got a completely random phone call at work - i was just minding my own business like the un-nosy person that i am when some weird old sounding guy phoned

'@#&* books, Sarah speaking!'

'sarah! how are you?' says Strange Man

'i am fine how are you?'

'i am fine ... do you know who this is?'

'no' i say rather apologetically, 'i don't'

'let me give you a clue - we were at a fancy function recently'

'oh - what fancy function? when?'

'the other day'

'the UN banquet?'

'yes! do you not remember me?'

i am getting irritated now

'no - who are you?'

'let me give you a clue - i am tall'

'no'

'mark! with the dark hair!'

'nope sorry'

' i can't believe this! let me give you another clue - we met at a club. it was a titilating evening' - the Strange Man sniggers

'no. i'm sorry'

'i am shocked Sarah! i am coming to the store right now!'

he puts the phone down and i phone tom who has a list of all the people at the banquet. it turns out that there was NOBODY called mark at the dinner. so i get scared and geffy at work says 'never fear Se! i will protect you' and then proceeds to leave the store for 45 minutes and i feel like a bunny on a highway at midnight.

they guy didn't make himself known but there were many customers i didn't look in the eye and many an occasion that i ran to hide in the back of the store. i am a chicken like that. it was weird.

when i got home, my mail was waiting for me an in it was an invite to a family reunion. the funny thing was that NOBODY ELSE in my family had received one. hmmm a family reunion. without my family. it was weird

bodyguard for hire?

gulp

road trip to the airport and the embarrassing things that happen there because it is fate

on sunday we took a trip to one of my favourite places in the country - the airport! i love it there... it smells of all things adventurous because i like to ignore that i am usually perched in the domestic terminals with names like 'DURBAN' flashing by on the arrivals boardy-thing. the airport is also one of my Places Of Embarrassing Occurances. i have, on occasion, been known to say 'no, i'm not here on business, i'm a TERRORIST' instead of 'tourist' (they both slip off the tongue so easily) and where i have become horribly lost and thus almost miss my uncle's plane when he left for dubai forever (it's ok, he came back 3 years later). there is, however, one day that takes the cake - we were at the airport for some reason i cannot remember and my other uncle (i have lots) was building the airport (well his company was) and so i was pottering around with him when i got lost (i do that a lot. when we were in the deserts of qatar, we got lost and turned on the satellite machine thing that i have forgotten the name of to tell us where we were and it said in its dead pan American accent - 'you are in the gulf'...). i digress. so i went to find him, only to run into tourists (this time they were not terrorists. they were british, you see)

British boy we will call charles"'ello! are you souf affrican?"
me : um... yes
charles (brandishing a hockey stick) : lads!! our first souf affrican girrrl!
me : probably looking petrified
charles and friends : crowd around me and TAKE A PHOTO presumably called 'random british hockey team and their first spotting of a 'souf affrican' (sic) girl.
i ran away...

...only i would have run away if i hadn't run smack bang (that was the day i realised the meaning of the term 'smack bang') into a large pile of bags that were piled on the floor. all of a sudden a large crowd of very tall men all wearing the same clothes gathered around me and picked me up and dusted me off and then laughed hysterically at me like this :
'ahahaaaaaa hhhhhaaaa ahahahahaaaaaahahhhhhaaaaaaa that must be sooooo embarrassing!!!'
yes. yes it was.

i then found out that they were the nigerian soccer team on a tour. yes. yes it was.

i love the airport

ps - i made the short list for japan - they send it to tokyo and they decide there who goes. weird though- they're only taking 30 - 40 instead of last years 80 odd!

pps - PRISON BREAK STARTS TONIGHT! yaaay for me and shakti's mom! and i am at work ;( and yes i know that it is one of those 'unbelievable shows' (thanks mike) and i am a sucker for western culturisation (one of the uncles) but bite me