Motherhood, gotta love it
Hope your Halloween was fun!
It’s a fail for you
I was talking to a friend who has applied for something recently and been subjected to some tests.
As she was describing them I said… Oh yes, those are those cognitive tests.
I’m not sure how well I did she said.
Sometimes, I said, I fail those little block tests confirming if you are a robot or not.
Thank you, she said, I feel better.
Take me off your mailing list!
Spam and telemarketing calls…..
Don’t you hate them?
As I write this I realise I am spam. Still, never mind hey?
I once bought something of Brian Tracy’s. He’s a sale guru, and credit to him, he’s brilliant. But…. My word, he doesn’t give up.. Doesn’t matter how many times I unsubscribe, a bit of time passes and I’m back on that mailing list. I’m not even sure the man is alive even, and he’s still trying to sell me something. Like a phoenix from the ashes…. I feel like I have been in a relationship with Brian Tracy for decades.
And unsolicited telemarketing calls! Hate them. Especially those ones that are just a recording yelling at you. Really? What?
Actually it’s a miracle if I answer my phone. I am not fond of receiving phone calls. There is nothing that can’t be voice messaged or texted people!
If someone has died, kindly text me ‘someone has died, can we schedule a call’ and then I’ll send a meeting request see?
If I do miraculously answer the phone and it’s a telemarketer, I try and be kind. Coz really, it’s got to be one of the most demoralising jobs ever. (And I now get telemarketing calls in three countries). But then I tell them I now live in Kazakhstan, that they are paying roaming costs and I don’t have money to feed myself. I ask if they can please send me money, or at least take me off the call list. They do neither.
I also interrogate them on their success rate. Because honestly, does it work?
This relationship is over
My brother actually has hair, and at one stage kept his hair very long.
My sister-in-law met him at this long haired stage, so she’s obviously a keeper.
He now chooses to keep his hair very short and diligently shaves it himself once a week with some fancy clippers he has.
He offered to get my lovely man same fancy clipper, but my lovely man quite enjoys being pampered by the cuties that come around periodically in Beira and Harare to groom us.
Not to be confused with the groomers that come around periodically to clip my Bella and Alfie.
Prior to my brother getting his fancy clippers, and possibly the reason for him getting the fancy clippers…. He was somewhere (his lovely wife in tow), getting a haircut.
The fellow apparently asked him if he would like his ear hair taken care of (yes, he is also at that age). Unwittingly, my brother agreed.
Before he knew it, he had wax inserted into his ear canal and an ear bud sticking out of each ear.
My sister-in-law’s only regret was not having a camera.
At this point, my brother thought this was his biggest problem. Not so, that stuff was then pulled out.
Spontaneous tears.
Would you like me, the fellow asked, to do your nose hairs?
This relationship, my brother replied, ends here.
Zambuk, it’ll last you forever – Daily Life, My Lovely Man
My lovely man has had a cold for over a month. The poor bugger. We have self-mediated, of course, but yesterday actually went to see a doctor and got him some anti-biotics. This is his second dose of antibiotics, but the first lot didn’t do the trick it seems. Possibly because it was just some stuff I had lying around to treat a cat bite.
Have I mentioned that you can pretty much buy any drug in Mozambique? We are not as regulated. No time for that shit, no money in it really.
I had, being Flo Nightingale, been giving him some meds and arranging a steam bowl a couple of times a day. And a little towel of course.
The doctor applauded my efforts and said that the steaming was good and needed to be continued. He said that it’s the steam that does the good, not really what you put in the hot water.
I scoffed at this, I believe it’s the Vicks I put in the hot water. The first time I gave it to my lovely man I had maybe put too much Vicks in the hot water and he nearly passed out. Are you sure this is good for me he wept through streaming eyes. Get under that towel already…. Course it’s good for you.
So, when we stopped at the chemist to get the antibiotics, I suggested he get more Vicks (yes, he went in on his own to get his meds, I had this blog to write).
The lady said that Zambuk to rub on my chest or steam with will also do the trick he announced on his return. We have Zambuk don’t we?
Yes, of course we have Zambuk, we’ve had it for years. Why for years, because you can’t get the lid off a Zambuk tin can you? That stuff lasts forever.