Today

I don’t feel too bad this morning, touch wood. Unfortunately things do seem to degenerate during the course of the day, however. Still, I’m not about to start predicting the future, so until further notice, I’m feeling fine.

My little Christmas –Beetle (a.k.a the computer) is going ape as I type this. I hope it’s not packing up, that’s all I can say. I think it might be worth it to back up some of my stuff. Can’t say I wasn’t warned.

I am turning into Scrabble pro. Yesterday, I made the word, ‘acquit’ for a helluva lot of points, lol. I think it was on triple word score, too. This is an improvement on the four letter words that I was cobbling together, lol. I am enjoying this game. I’m looking forward to playing against online opponents.

I’ve been asked out on a date for lunch. My ol’ hubby phoned this morning and asked if I would like to go to my favourite restaurant. He has sold a little oven that he won in a golf competition (we didn’t like it) and says he wants to spoil me a bit with the money. I like this particular restaurant, because it serves fairly healthy and very delicious food. They have a vegetarian burger to die for. A lovely chickpea patty (and yes, this is more appetizing than it sounds, lol) with a sort of creamed spinach topping. Mmmmmm. Or maybe I’ll have a savoury waffle, haven’t tried that yet. They also make a carrot and banana cake to die for. Usually I get that, and Michael gets a strawberry cheesecake and we go half half with each. It makes us feel so decadent, like having two desserts. I just hope I can walk into the restaurant, as my legs have a mind of their own, and can take the afternoon off at very short notice if they feel like it. Bastards. Only kidding. The poor darlings are doing their best, I’m sure. It’s me that’s the bastard by constantly eating junk food. In my defense though, I went through a (very bloody) long stage where I just ate steamed vegetables and fruit and endless salad and fish for protein, washing it down with only the finest homemade carrot juice, and that never made a difference either. Mmmm, so what else can I pin the bastard label on? Fate? Yes, I like that. Fate’s a bastard.

We had an interesting conversation last night. Apparently, pregnancy is pretty good for MS. Because a woman’s immune system goes through changes to stop her from rejecting the baby, this can also be beneficial for MS, as it stops the immune system from attacking it’s own nerves, which is it’s favourite hobby in MS.
Anyway, so I said to Mike that I think it would be the most selfish thing I could possibly do to fall pregnant now. He answered that no man will ever support a woman like he will if I should fall pregnant. And I believe him, but that’s not the point. I don’t want to have a child for other people to have to raise, and what about the baby? How will he/she like it if it’s mom can’t do stuff with it half the time?
But the idea is pretty tempting, if pregnancy is indeed so good for MS. A friend of mine hasn’t had a day’s trouble with her ms since falling pregnant. And it’s been nearly two years now. But then again, my ms has never acted like it’s supposed to act. I think I have a rogue case.
Still, I said to Michael, maybe it’s worth a shot. I’ve tried everything else, might as well try that. (And I mean, we do really want a baby). I so wouldn’t mind being pregnant if I could just catch a couple of months break here. But if it works, I’ll have to get pregnant again as soon as the baby’s born, I said (decidedly tongue in cheek). And just keep on and on having them. Michael didn’t look so keen on that, lol. But what would we eventually do with all those children, I said, thoughtfully, then brightened as I told him, I know! I’ll become a surrogate mother. This womb is doing nothing. Let it earn its keep. I could make a killing if I went professional. (I was joking, of course). Michael shook his head. No, pregnany is hard on The Woman, he said. Well, MS is hard on The Woman, too, said I, giggling at my own (sarcastic) wit.
Then we had a good laugh at ourselves, at our little flight of fantasy.

My main concern is the possibility of having to take IV cortisone while pregnant. It’s bad enough having to take it when it’s just me, and it hasn’t been proven safe in pregnancy, belonging to class C of drugs. And if I do have a relapse, I don’t have all that much choice in the matter. I have to take the meds. Most women say grandiosely that they would rather die than have any harm come to their unborn child. But I wonder what they would do if faced with the choice of either possibly harming their child, or living a life unable to walk, see, control their bladder, even swallow, never mind to actually care for their child. Which is why at this stage I prefer not to take the risk (of falling pregnant). I just feel that it’s not my life to mess with.


Back from the restaurant. It was quite an entertaining experience. There was a large group of older ladies, either Portuguese or Greek from the sound of it that were shouting at each other the whole time we were there. The other diners were also talking louder than necessary to compensate. The noise was reaching a dangerous decibel level, and it nearly drove us nuts. Fortunately, the food more than made up for it. I had the most fantastic savoury waffle, with a filling of mushrooms, feta, spinach & bacon, with some sort of cheese sauce over it. We asked for our dessert as a takeaway. As per agreed we each had half a carrot & banana cake and half a cheeses-cake. So heavenly. They make the best dessert of any place I know of by far. I’ve decided to stop buying crappy, stale confectionary from supermarkets and instead go to this restaurant, even if it is only once a month. Actually that is not a bad idea. The once a month part, I mean.
Actually, I’ve decided to eat really well for the month of December. Like I used to eat, before I fell off the wagon. Michael very rudely did not believe me when I told him, lol. Said he’s heard that one before. Hmmmm, he may have a point there. But fortunately I have the type of personality where if someone tells me I won’t/can’t do something, I will bend over backwards to prove them wrong. So this actually bodes well for my diet.
The walking, she is not so good. All that I would like to know is, is it the new batch of injections causing a temporary setback, or is this the start of another relapse? I guess I’ll be finding out soon.
Strangely enough, I feel quite matter of fact about it. There is very little emotion attached to it at this stage. For which I am grateful. That is what I hate the most about the cortisone. Out goes the stoic acceptance and in comes emotional incontinence. Still, I am slowly being converted from a bunny-hugging alternative healing follower, to a ‘give me more drugs’ type personality, Somewhere there has to be a happy medium.
I read once an account of a medical doctor who has MS. Asked her opinion on whether it is better to go alternative or mainstream medicine, she replied, “I didn’t realize it was a choice.”

My silver lining

I've had better days than today, frankly, but how nicely it ended. Michael brought home lamingtons and a slab of Cadbury's dairy milk, with a strawberry yoghurt centre. I thought it sounded surprisingly disgusted but it was actually quite divine. And the lamingtons were pure syrupy heaven, just saucy enough.
We chowed down while watching Survivor and afterwards, we parked off in our living-room and I played DJ, which I do with the slightest encouragement, playing songs that have meaning to us. We must have listened to music for about an hour and a half, it was so relaxing and lovely. I do so love Terry Jack's version of Seasons in the Sun. I finished up with my Disney CD of Oscar winning songs. Now I feel like having me a Disney festival tomorrow. I would particularly like to watch Robin Hood, as I absolutely loved that as a child. Those very old ones make me feel so deliciously nostalgic.

More blog dogs, I can't stop!

I’m still in a photo-posting frenzy. This one is of Mac (see previous post) when he was a puppy. His mom, Waggles, has this gorgeous black ‘mask’ over her eyes, so we call her Mask of Waggles (yes, after Zorro). So sometimes Mac gets called, Son of the Mask. Yeah, we think we’re pretty funny. The one on the right is of the two of them together. I love the stance, like a pair of buck in the game reserve.

My house-maid has just left, and behind her is a clean flat. Yay! She is fast becoming my favourite person, lol. I feel totally clapped out, though. Not that I did much. Made lunch, put some washing in and…no, that was all. I’m becoming more reliant on my walker as the day progresses. No danger of losing my magnificent arm muscles as yet. I should start an exercise/ body sculpting video. Skip the expensive exercise equipment – buy yourself a walker. But you need to use it! Buying isn’t enough. Ha ha.
I phoned my betaferon rep this morning. Thing is, everything was going fine with the shots until my new supplies arrived. Now all of a sudden there is an angry looking patch at the injection site and old, forgotten side-effects are reappearing. She says that I needn’t worry. The product is a biological thing, so is could be different from time to time, concentrations and so on. How utterly reassuring. Not!

Man alive, but blogging is therapeutic. I needed to get above mentioned off my chest, and this is so much better than phoning friends/ family and offloading onto them and spoiling their day. Instead of Phone a Friend, may I introduce Bitch a Blog? Why is this? There must be some psychological explanation. I mean, I know writing alone has the capacity to heal, but this is so much more. I suspect it’s the knowledge that there’s an audience out there. A potential audience, anyway.

The computer is distracting me with it’s latest array of noises. It sounds like a Christmas-beetle on steroids.
I love the sounds of the Christmas-beetles, though. I find it so soothing. But not when my PC does it, lol.

I’m starting to think I have a sugar problem. It is when I eat high G.I. foods that I start getting trouble. This morning I had bananas and dates, and the combination has floored me. Last time I do that! Strangely enough, chocolate doesn’t do it…

My sis just phoned me from work. Had a nice chat with her about baby names. They want the initials to be J.J after her hubby, and are looking at funky names like Jordan, Josh and Jared. Love that.
Can’t wait to find out if my sis-in-law is expecting a boy or a girl. She is considering the name ‘Kendra’, if it’s a girl, which I think is stunning. My sis in Joburg is also very keen on that name, but I guess it’s on a first come, first serve basis, lol.
As for me, if I were lucky enough to have a little girl, I’d like to call her Kristen Michelle (the Michelle part being after Daddy Michael) and a little boy would be Luke Michael. I also like the names Vivien, Ashleigh and Megan a lot. Now just to have the actual child ;-)
Oooh, Surivor tonight. Goody! Hope Steph makes it.

Anothe Blog Dog :-)

I had quite a tough day, physically. Exacerbation following exacerbation. But I’ve decided not to pay it too much mind. If I do have another relapse, I’m not going to agonize till kingdom come about whether to take IV cortisone or not. If needs be, I’ll book into hospital tomorrow for it, my days of making that decision are over (must I, mustn’t I?) In fact, I’ve had it with putting up with the hospital’s sh*t for a week every time, as well. IF I have to do it again, I’ll go on an out-patient’s basis. The hospital is less than 5 mins away from us, I can just pop in for an hour every morning for 5 days, as opposed to lying there bored out of my bracket for a week. (Not to mention the weirdo roommates that I keep getting)
Yes, I feel much better since coming to this decision.
Anyway, I don’t think it is a relapse. But if it is, I’m prepared. It’s going to take more than a little thing like MS to crack me, that’s for sure!

But onto lighter topics. Check out the e-mail that I got from my dad today. It is a genuine photo of their (massive) dog. The caption roughly translates to: Boss! Help me out, man! This box is getting too f***ing small for me.
I thought it was rather adorable, because this giant dog is just the biggest softie ever, and he thinks he’s still a puppy. His name is Mac. That’s short for Mechanic because he loves lying under cars. Back when he could still fit under one, that is. South Africans will know about that adorable ad on tv, with the slogan: We’re for dogs. I think that about sums it up.

I am Golf Widow no more! This weekend coming has just worked out so perfectly. Michael’s bestest friend is coming to visit, and the pair of them have golf plans for Saturday and Sunday. But here’s the good part. I won’t be there. It is my dad’s birthday, and, as I mentioned, my sis will be in town. So I’m going to stay at my parents for the weekend, and catch up with her. I hardly know this grown-up woman that she is becoming.

The Sound of Music is lovely. I don’t know what I was expecting, but she writes with such gentle wit and warmth that it is just a pleasure to read. I mentioned previously that I’d heard it differed somewhat from the movie, but actually it is remarkably similar so far. That bit where the baroness tells her the captain is in love with her is true, although in the book it’s a princess. I guess the movie producers felt they had to tone it down a bit to make it believable! I like love stories ordinarily, but this is even more enjoyable than your average one, because it’s true. Very simply and beautifully told. There are some Austrian traditions that I find absolutely charming. Apparently they don’t have Father Christmas like we do. No, they actually write letters to the Christ-Child, including a personal promise that each child makes in his/her life, and believe that he comes down from Heaven specially to fetch the letters of good children. Then Saint Niklaus, dressed in Bishop’s garb, comes round to the houses to personally deliver the gifts.
I think this is lovely, much better than teaching our kids to believe in a pagan figure. Only problem is, when kids that believe in Santa hit 7 are 8 years old and realise it’s a hoax, it’s like, okay that was fun and get on with their lives. But what happens when Austrian kiddies realize that the Christ Child doesn’t come down personally to fetch their letters at Christmas time? Isn’t their belief then compromised, as tangible proof crumbles under their feet?So perhaps, after all, it’s better to stick with old Santa from the North Pole…

Blue Monday, anyone?

I hit the skids a bit this morning. Don’t really know why. I just felt tired and tearful, which does have all the hallmarks of PMS. Luckily, I escape lightly from this general malady of womenfolk. I feel a bit miserable for no apparent reason a few days before, but that is all.
On the other hand, I have no appetite for chocolate (yay!) so maybe it isn’t PMS after all, lol. Not even the offer of an Inside Story could cheer me up. This is serious!

I did make myself some banana ice-cream, though. I freeze bananas (whole, but peeled) overnight, and then run them through my Oscar Juicer. They come out with the consistency of soft-serve, and taste for all the world like delicious, banana-flavoured ice-cream. Very yum. And my spirits have lifted considerably after a large bowlful.

I am amusing myself by playing Scrabble on the computer. Michael bought the game for us last week, and we are having a lot of fun with it. I do love word games, and it’s a novelty playing it on the computer. It sure beats tidying up the table and packing out all those little tiles. Plus, one has the option of playing against an on-line opponent.

I think I’ve killed off my coriander seedlings. (Sorry, Mel J
I am just so bad with plants. I think it may have been a combination of too much water, too little sun, and not planting the seeds deep enough. Also, I didn’t sing to them, lol. Damn, I’m in a bit of a pickle, because I think I’ve bought out all the stock of coriander plants in town. They don’t last very long. Especially under my care!

I have a policy of never watching daytime television. Not that there is anything to watch, but still. I don’t feel comfortable about being a couch-potato all day long. Only at night, ha ha. Strangely enough, reading a book, even a trashy paperback romance, the literary equivalent of Jerry Springer, doesn’t bother me at all. I consider it time well spent. I’m weird, I know.
My hubby and I have a long-standing joke that we know we’re seriously ill when we are reduced to watching infomercials, as happened a few years back when we both had a bad case of the flu. It was all we were able to do.For some reason though, today I feel the lure of tv. Maybe I’ll go watch the movie I taped last night.

Progress

Well, I seem to have gotten a few niggles ironed out today. User-pic: Fully present and correct (even if it is a nahsty photo taken in hospital, of all places. But at least it's recent). Also, profile side-bar is actually aligned with the rest of my blog now, no mean feat, believe me. I eventually gave up trying to intefere with the template's html, and just switched to a different template. I know, I know, the lazy way out. But then, I am lazy. Why should I deny it, lol?
Anyway, I kinda like the new template. As long as it's pink, I'm happy.
I'd like to figure out a way to make the dog a permanent fixture on the side-bar though, like the user-pic. See, I thought I'd make her my mascot. I always wanted a mascot. BLOG DOG! Yay! Stick with me and I'll make ya famous...

• We found out on Friday that my eldest sister is expecting a boy. They are over the moon, and have said they're going to ask Michael and I to be godparents. Yay. I love being a godparent. The more, the merrier. At least we can never say that we haven't had the joy of children in our lives.
• I got a great gift from my mom today. A coupla months ago I went through my The Sound of Music phase. It showed on tv, and even though I've seen it dozens of times before, it really struck a chord this time round. I can see why it's such a classic. Anyway, I was reading up on the net about the real von Trapps, and was quite fascinated by the story, which is rather different to the movie. When I got to my mom's house today, she had bought me two paperbacks from a church bazaar for R4. The one is called The Sound of Music, and was written by Maria von Trapp, the book on which the movie was based. The other is simply titled, Maria and is her autobiography. I can't wait to get reading. I just love it when people know me well enough to surprise me with something that I really want. I find it very touching.
• I finished reading Phantom the other day. I was at that stage without a blog, but I think it deserves a mention, even at this late date. Here is the entry that I wrote: I finished reading ‘Phantom’ today. And wept and wept. I couldn’t read the final paragraph, I was so blinded by tears.
  Of course, I loved every minute of it.
  Actually, there’s no feeling quite like it, crying from being touched by a beautiful story. I hate crying for my own self, but being lost in someone else’s fictional tale is different.
  I can’t remember the last time I was so immersed in a book. It is now my second favourite book ever, beaten only by my love affair with ‘Gone With the Wind’.
  What would life be without books?I’ve spent the whole day wishing my voice was operatically beautiful, like Christine Daae's. Not that it stopped me from singing my heart out. There are certain benefits to being alone at home all day.
• I had a great visit at my SIL, Melany's house this afternoon, on our way back from my parents. Previously, her and I would sit there bored while our husbands totally monopolised the conversation by talking (endlessly and mercilessly) about golf. But now, either I go sit next to her or she comes and sits next to me, and the husbands just have to gee pad (make way). Then we sit and chat and laugh ourselves silly, like we always do when we get together. It's a lot of fun.
• I love spending time with pregnant women. (And there is no shortage of them in my family at this stage). There's just such a special aura around them. Something almost tangible that you can tap into.
• My little sis is coming down next weekend for my dad's birthday. I'm looking forward to seeing her. This business of only seeing her once or twice a month is patently ridiculous!

Tomorrow being Monday, I feel inspired to put some fledgling resolutions into place (what is it that I find so irresistable about the first day of a new week?)

• According to the new firemarm legislation, licenses have to be renewed, or the firearm in question has to be handed in at a police station to be destroyed. I've been dragging my feet all year, but have to make work of it before end of December. I'm not renewing my licence, or going for the compulsory (and expensive) competency certificate that it would entail if I were to do so. So this week, I have to give it in at the station. Truth is, it's a bit of an ungainly weapon, and I don't think I'm up to handling it. I'd end up shooting myself in the foot, or letting the criminal get a hold of it. So I've got to take it to the cops to have it 'terminated'.
• I want to start eating better this week. Obviously. Par for the course of a new week. But I'm keeping my goals realistic this time. Chocolates and confectionary must go. But fat-free Black Cherry yoghurt and Provita bites in Oats and Brown Sugar stays! Also the lovely, frozen Hashbrowns that I discovered this week. They are lovely. Can't believe I've never crossed paths with them before. The mayonnaise, however, will have to go. It's absolutely laden with fat. The bad kind. Oh, and I'll have to try and make myself fresh carrot juice at least three times this week. And drink lots of water. I never drink enough water. Even as I sit here I feel half dehydrated.
• I also have to go to Pretoria next Friday for a Chelation session. That translates to me getting hooked up to a drip and being pumped full of EDTA to detox me from heavy metals. So that I can become like SASOL unleaded. As Michael puts it. This means that we will stop off at Menlyn Park Mall on our way back and go to my all time favourite restaurant, Kauai. I've come to share Mike's love of Pretoria, which is where he studied. Especially at this time of year, when the Jacarandas are in bloom (see photo).

Gotta love Sundays.

I love my new virtual home. I'm really settling in now, lol. And I seem to have really nice neighbours that are popping in to say 'hi' :-)
Unlike in reality, where we have The-Neighbours-From-Hell. I just can't like being woken up at seven on a Saturday morning by the most awful music being blared right outside my bedroom window.
I don't think I'll have all that much time to fiddle around on my blog today. we're going to visit assorted family members, which I am looking forward to. But I must get round to hauling my profile up from where it's languishing at the bottom of the screen, and organise my user-pic.
But right now, I'm scouting for more pics to post. The family dog will have to do, lol.
Her name is Sandy and she is on a strict diet to lose weight as ordered by her doctor :-) The baleful look on her face is because she doesn't like having her photo taken.

Bugs Bunny

"No character -- much less a rabbit -- has captured the American moviegoer's imagination as thoroughly and uproariously as Bugs Bunny. And no character has dominated the medium of animation for as long as the unabashedly bold Brooklyn bunny.
Bugs Bunny is arguably the most popular and recognizable cartoon character of all time. In a classic role and true to his smart-aleck, self-confident nature, Bugs, rather than flee from a stalking hunter (the ubiquitous Elmer Fudd), faced him down with a disarming, unimpressed - "Ehh, What's up, Doc?"

Whether it's building an elevator for his rabbit hole, tunneling to Sing Song Prison to hide out from hunters, or commanding the stage as a concert pianist in the cult classic, Rhapsody Rabbit, Bugs Bunny has become an international hero. Not only has the world's favorite rabbit made generations of Looney Tunes fans laugh out loud, but he has done it in true prizewinning Bugs style - always cool and ever-so witty. What's up, you ask? Bugs is unbeatable, that's what!"

I've never thought of myself as a huge Bugs fan. I mean, I like him - who doesn't? He's there, embedded immortally in our childhood selves, though we pay him skant attention. But one cartoon that stands out very clearly for me, is the Rhapsody Rabbit. I enjoyed it a lot as a kid, but wasn't aware that it had made such an impact. But years later, when I was studying classical music, I heard Liszt's Hungarian Rhapsody No.2 and instantly made the connection. I just love that piece. Much later, I actually came across the cartoon and watched it again with immense pleasure. I think there is a part of all of us that remains a child forever.
Classical music is one of my passions, and I always say that it stems from the classical music used in tv programs, cartoons and tv games that I watched/played as a child. Don't ever tell me they're not educational, lol.
I first heard Tchaikovsky's Dance of the Reed Pipes while playing the tv game, Lemmings (remember that one?)
And Leo Delibes, Duet of the Flowers once provided the background music for a British Airways ad, and was later used in a scene in the movie True Romance (Michael's all time fave movie).
So many people think classical music is obscure and has no place in modern society, but I can assure you that it's alive and well in the entertainment industry.

Still on the subject, I made my grandfather a CD of all my classical favourites. I put it in the player to hear if it was good, and became quite immersed in the music. No surprise there, but then Michael came home, and he is notoriously not that crazy about the classics. But he came and sat next to me and we listened the whole CD through. It really meant something to me, because I could see that he was moved by the music and it is something that I have always wanted to share with him.

I love the background of the composers lives. Liszt, for instance, was apparently a bit of a babe, and the first superstar of his times. He played to packed out concert halls, and the women threw themselves at him. He was a very exuberant player, and sometimes a new piano had to be brought out in the middle of a concert, as he'd broken the one he started out with. One can gather that he really put up a show. He was torn between his staid upper-class background and the music of his gypsy blood, and this is clearly reflected in the Hungarian Rhapsody, the two worlds he lived in. Fascinating man!

I'm just amazed that at the push of a button, I can hear the music of the great masters of centuries ago in my very own living-room. I do love technology. Wonder what Liszt & co. would think of it.

I'm getting the hang of this...

Okay, I managed to scratch out one that was taken last month, no less. Unfortunately, it was taken with a cell-phone's cam, and at night to boot, so the quality's not that great. However, I was keen to put it on, as I thought the T-shirt I happen to be wearing is pretty apt ;-)

I like this blog-site a lot. Very user-friendly. There are a couple of items that I miss from my old site, though. Like the site-meter, and the calendar, etc. Where are they hiding here?

Learning the ropes...

Okay, I've figured out how to get a photo or graphic on an entry, now I just have to graft how to get my profile-pic up and running. I'll work on that tomorrow, though.

I was pretty disgusted to realise that I haven't got a recent (decent ;-) photo of myself. Our camera's on the blink and we haven't been taking the hordes of photos that we usually do. So this photo of me is quite out of date. Like maybe six months...
And no, I'm not a true rugby-supporter ;-)

Still finding my feet...

A bit of an annoying thing that I've noticed is that some of my posts have a gap between the lines, or half-gaps, with the line being cut in half. If I scroll down to the bottom of the page and then up again, it seems to right itself. Hmmm...weird.

I don't have it in me start blogging from scratch again, so I'm basically just going to go on from where I left off at my previous blog.
My dear, departed blog is at this address, in case it ever comes on-line again, in which case I will have two blogs, because I'm getting quite attached to my MaggsBunny Alias.

I will write a very brief description of myself, just to get the ball rolling here:

• My name is Maggie, and I live in South Africa.
• I'm married to a delightful bloke called Michael.
• We refer to the separate entity of 'us' as M&M.
• I have multiple sclerosis (a.k.a. MS) I tend to mention it fairly often, as I use my blog to keep track of developments and look back on past entries to see if things have changed much.
• M and I have no kids as yet, but we haven't ruled out the possibility. The thought is very appealing.
• We live in a duplex flat with two bedrooms and an itty-bitty garden.
• We live in the same city as both our sets of parents, which is very nice, and a whole ritz of our siblings, too.
• Mike is an avid cyclist and golfer, in fact, an allround sports-afficiando.
• I am an avid reader, music-listener and eater. Ha ha. I'd like to pretend that was tongue in cheek, but sometimes I'm not so sure.
• Luckily I have it in me to be a solitary person, much as I love company,too, as I spend large amounts of time on my own while Michael works. I am currently on a disability pension. I was taking too much sick-leave at work, and they boarded me.

That's all for now folks. I'm sure you get the drift.

I probably should...

I should probably go back on my health-plan diet.

Reasons for doing so:

• It can only help my health, maybe more than I think.
• It will certainly help our finances. I'm eating us out of the house.
• I don't have to live with the guilt regarding either of the above, lol.
• My skin is starting to break out from all the junk I'm eating.
• It will give me a project and a challenge.
• Let's face it, there are so many benefits to eating right.
• I'll earn a lot of self-respect points.
• It may help me get rid of my little spare tyre, that I've got going.
• And last but not least, one's body really is a temple. We only get issued one, and it deserves only the best if we expect a lifetime of trusty service from it.

5 (weird?) things about me

*I never wear make-up.
*If I eat more than a few slices of pineapple, my tongue begins to bleed.
*I rarely go to bed before 11pm.
*I find it impossible to nap during the day.
*My medical aid premium has doubled, and I am skint as a result.
Oh, and what the hell, one for fun.

*I only shave my legs about once every two months. Fortunately, like my eye-brows, they are so light in colour as to be virtually invisible to the naked eye. However, when they start waving in the wind, I know it’s time, lol

Mmmm. I wonder if that would be classed as Letting-Myself-Go after nearly 5 years of marriage.

A bit lost

I'm still busy finding my feet in my new virtual home. I'm a bit out of my comfort zone, as it is rather different. I'm notoriously wary of moving house in the real world, so even a little move in cyber-space is quite a big deal. I just need to make a point of sitting down and learning the ropes here.

Newbie

My previous blog-site has been down for about two weeks now, so I decided to go moonlighting on another blogging site in the interim. So far, I like Blogger a lot. It is way easier to post here, so I may even pack in my old for good.
About my username though (lol). I battled to find one for myself. All the ones I wanted seemed to be taken. Obviously 'Maggie' wasn't available. Nor Maggs, or even Maggs25, which was my previous one. Eventually, in a moment of desperation, I tried "MaggsBunny", and guess what? No-one's taken it. I wonder why, lol. Anyway, I hope people realise it's a parody on 'Bugsbunny" and not just me being nuts.