Category Archives: Female

Behind Schedule…

Hey!!! I missed women’s day – so sorry!!! To all the women reading here, happy belated women’s day. LOL. I had the public holiday and all, but never realized that it was actually WOMEN’S DAY. Was that only in South Africa though? I think so? I’m a bit out of sync with the dates and all – I even missed a friend’s birthday!!! :(Work is going well. Different, but I’m kind of adjusting. Or it feels that way in anycase.
I really feel like going away for a weekend though. It would be so nice to just relax… *sigh*

On a different note, I found that e-bay sellers are totally oblivious to the fact that postal fees are VERY expensive when shipping to South Africa. With that I mean close to $60… Depending on the size & weight of the parcel of course.
If you’re an e-bay seller, make VERY sure that you know what the shipping is going to cost before you agree to ship to South Africa. I had someone agree, only to find out that she had to pay most of the shipping out of her own pocket, because she’d already agreed to ship at the standard international shipping rate.
Just a hint. Use it, don’t use it… :P



Catching Up Slowly

Ninja FrogsI installed an ‘e-mail’ plugin on my blog just now. Its suppose to put a little envelope icon next to my comments link for each post, but it doesn’t! :(

I’m kinda doing this post to see if it only works on new posts, and if it doesn’t, can anyone help? There is an e-mail address in the readme file, so I will e-mail that eventually if I can’t figure it out.

Other than that things have been a bit hectic at work. Sorry for neglecting you this week. I try to catch up in the evenings.

For those of you who like to check your blog statistics – apply for a reinvigorate account!! I applied, and though its still in beta its awesome! You have to wait a bit for your account but its well worth it!! For screen shots visit The Unknown Soldier.

Other than work I’ve been messing on Photoshop – always remember to make backups of your .psd images – you might just want to edit one of the someday, and if you lose you harddrive, you will be very thankful for backups. I can kick myself for not making backups, because I can’t edit a certain image really – and I don’t have time to make a new one. Listen to the little voice in your head saying: “MAKE BACKUPS”… ALWAYS.

For now I’m going to get ready for bed. I got new facial cleansing lotion & what not – even eye cream *blush*… Things like this are necessary when you go over 24 :/
Its really nice products though – so if any of you girls are looking for something high quality – try Annique – its really great!!

By the way, the image doesn’t have any relation to this post – in case you were puzzled. I couldn’t find a nice fitting one, and thought this one was kinda cool :P

A Warning to Women of the World

Do I Look Fat?

Most of you have read the scare-mail about the person whose kidneys were stolen while he was passed out. Well, read on. While the kidney story was an urban legend, this one is not. It’s happening every day.

My thighs were stolen from me during the night a few years ago. It was just
that quick. I went to sleep in my body and woke up with someone else’s thighs. The new ones had the texture of cooked oatmeal. Who would have done such a cruel thing to legs that had been mine for years? Whose thighs were these and what happened to mine? Hurt and angry, I resigned myself to living out my life in jeans and Sheer Energy pantyhose. Then, just when my guard was down, the thieves struck again.

My butt was next. I knew it was the same gang, because they took pains to match my new rear end to the thighs they stuck me with earlier. I couldn’t believe that my new butt was attached at least three inches lower than my
original. Now, my rear complemented my legs, lump for lump. Frantic, I prayed that long skirts would stay in fashion It was two years ago when I realized my arms had been switched. One morning I was fixing my hair and I watched horrified but fascinated as the flesh of my upper arms swung to and fro with the motion of the hairbrush. This was really getting scary. My body was being replaced one section at a time. How clever and fiendish.

Age? Age had nothing to do with it. Age is supposed to creep up, unnoticed, something like maturity. NO, I was being attacked repeatedly and without warning. In despair, I gave up my T-shirts.

What could they do to me next?

My poor neck suddenly disappeared faster than the Thanksgiving turkey it now resembled. That’s why I decided to tell my story. I can’t take on the medical profession by myself. Women of the world, wake up and smell the
coffee. That really isn’t plastic that those surgeons are using.

You KNOW where they are getting those replacement parts, don’t you? The next time you suspect someone has had a face “lifted,” look again. Was it lifted from you? I think I finally found my thighs – and I hope that Cindy Crawford paid a really good price for them!

This is not a hoax. This is happening to women in every town every night. WARN YOUR FRIENDS!

P.S. I must say that last year I thought someone had stolen my breasts. I was lying in bed and they were gone! As I jumped out of bed, I was relieved to see that they had just been hiding in my armpits as I slept.

Now I keep them hidden in my waistband.