tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7755722418790627582024-03-13T08:50:24.150-07:00Letters.....letters to all who cross my path....Rubyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06720898339363062466noreply@blogger.comBlogger212125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-775572241879062758.post-74880802719130425602011-01-17T01:15:00.000-08:002011-01-17T01:15:42.314-08:00Dear BloggerIt is with a touch of sadness that I write this letter today, although I have to admit the overall feeling is one of excitement and happiness. You see, I'm writing this letter to say goodbye. No longer will I be logging into blogger to write my little letters to the world.<br />
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I've finally grown up and have decided to launch my <a href="http://www.rubyletters.com/">own domain</a> *big fat grin*. I've been with you a good 3 years, but it was time to take my relationship with blogging to the next level and sadly i think I've outgrown blogger. We've had a good run you and I, and I shall miss you dearly. I won't be deleting this site, for the time being anyway...but my re-invented blog (my very OWN domain) can be found <a href="http://www.rubyletters.com/">here</a>. So if you wish to continue reading my little letters to the world please be sure to visit <a href="http://www.rubyletters.com/">www.rubyletters.com</a>.<br />
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Lots of love, fond wishes and farewells<br />
Ruby<br />
xxxxxxRubyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06720898339363062466noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-775572241879062758.post-8820764749135186042011-01-11T01:04:00.000-08:002011-01-11T01:10:10.703-08:00Dear readersSo i haven't done of these in a little while:) It works like this....i start a couple of random sentences and then complete them on my blog, then you complete the same sentences in the comment section of this here blog:)<br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><b>Today</b></span>.....I am feeling a little bit sad as my brother and sister in law will be flying back to the states tonight. Reality hit this morning when i realised it is the last time I'd be saying 'good morning' to him in person for probably another 2 years or so.<br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><b>I am</b></span>.....feeling slightly stressed about this whole finding a job before the end of February thing....it's nerve wrecking, i won't lie.<br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><b>There are times</b></span>....when i think that maybe i am TOO understanding of people's situations and TOO logical. Maybe people take advantage of me and walk all over me without realising it because i tend to be the person who will more than likely completely understand why you did something and will therefore NOT throw a temper tantrum about it, accept it and move on. Maybe i need to stand up for myself a little bit more.<br />
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<b><span style="font-size: large;">I've realised.</span></b>.....that what i want is not necessarily always what is best for me.<br />
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<b><span style="font-size: large;">The cutest thing</span></b>.....I've heard in a long time is a snippet of conversation between my brother and my sister in law last night. We went to Moyo to early celebrate my brother's birthday. The Americans loved it and we let them have the whole African experience with the hand washing and the painting of the faces. Now bear in mind...my sister in law is a full blooded American, but has slowly but surely been teaching herself Afrikaans for the sake of my brother. So after the lady with the paint finished the cute little flower on my sister in laws face my brother goes: 'jy lyk mooi'. She smiled sweetly and answered in the most adorable accent: 'dankie liefie, jy lyk ook mooi'. My brother then replied with: 'is dit as gevolg van die paintjob?'. She grinned and blurted out a quick 'yup' before they both collapsed in giggles. It was just really cute and sweet to watch and hear and totally made me smile:)<br />
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Now my lovelies...go be nice and play along:)<br />
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Love<br />
Ruby<br />
xxxxxRubyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06720898339363062466noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-775572241879062758.post-68373772174474460322011-01-07T13:41:00.000-08:002011-01-07T13:41:35.968-08:00Dear 2011I've never been big on the whole new year's resolutions thing. A <a href="http://mkmuerte.com/">friend</a> of mine's brother recently hit the nail on the head when he tweeted : “I don’t understand people and their new years resolutions… why wait for a new year to better yourself? that’s just foolish and lazy.”<br />
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I really don't believe in making big life changing decisions at the turn of the year. It's silly, in my honest opinion, and if you are quite honest with yourself you will see that in most cases you end up breaking your new year's resolution. Why? There are a million possible answers to the question...my favourite probably includes the fact that you weren't ready to commit and do what had to be done and therefor not ready for the decision when you made it.<br />
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So while my dear 2011 post will not include any new year's resolutions I will share with you a few things that this year will bring, or rather that i hope this year will bring.<br />
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<ul><li>A new job by the end of Feb. I really want to move out of my current field into the more specialised field that i did my masters degree in, namely Forensic Accounting/auditing. I've decided to be bold and courageous and to cast my net really wide. My search will therefore not be limited to joburg, or Cape Town or SA even. See what i mean with casting my net wide? Ideally i need to find something by the end of February...so hold thumbs and say prayers OK? And 2011 you better be playing nice!</li>
<li>I've decided to give myself the year off...academically speaking. The 2 years working on the masters degree was a nightmare, and at the same time i loved it, because it was exactly what i wanted to be doing. Will i be doing a PhD? maybe....but I'm definitely giving myself a year to settle into place and take a breather...it's needed:)</li>
<li>I hope that 2011 will bring lots of personal growth, growth in my spiritual relationship and growth in my friendships. Getting to know the ones you hold closest and dearest even better is something i wouldn't sacrifice for all the money in the world:)</li>
<li>If all goes according to plan I'll be touring through Europe with my best friend and a couple of others in either September or October....*looks at 2011 threateningly* you BETTER make sure that happens!</li>
<li>Since my hand is healing swiftly i plan on getting back into my exercise routine as soon as possible. No, this is not the typical new year's resolution of "i need to lose weight, i will gym". I am generally pretty good about doing exercise and i try to look after myself as much as possible, but with the recent spurt of bad luck with my body I haven't been near any form of exercise (except for climbing the mountain the other day) in weeks and i plan to get back into it as soon as my hand allows for it.</li>
<li>I really want to work towards being a better person. This is also not a new year's resolution. It's a life motto...but i hope to continue doing so during this year.</li>
<li>And there is a little part of me that's kind of hoping that 2011 will be the year of prince charming. It's not that I'm looking and it's not that I'm lonely and it's not that I'm desperately wanting someone. BUT it would be awesome if he would decide to finally come this way during 2011. I mean, considering that i won't be studying this year I'd actually have all the time in the world for this:P On a more serious note.....I guess at the end of the day all of us sometimes want that someone to share our lives with. Will that happen in 2011? I don't know..maybe. All i know is that whether he comes along or whether he waits another year or couple of years...i will continue being who I am and standing for what I believe in. If i meet him, i great, if i don't...then well that's great too. Because I've learned that if you can't be complete and if you don't believe that you're good enough as an individual without someone, you will NEVER be complete and good enough with someone. </li>
</ul>Well...2011, i hope you play along nicely this year and follow my instructions to the tee. If you don't I guess I'll have to cross that bridge when i come to it. In the meantime I'm just going to sit here and believe that you will play along...cause that's just the kind of person I am.<br />
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Love<br />
Ruby<br />
xxxxRubyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06720898339363062466noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-775572241879062758.post-32878056840518068742010-12-31T08:12:00.000-08:002010-12-31T10:30:12.593-08:00Dear 2010My my my...what a year this has been. Full of ups and downs, happies and sads....an all round good but tough year:) I've decided to end my year saying: 'I'm tracing the outlines of 2010 and liking the picture I see'.<br />
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I've decided to dedicate this post to everything that happened this year and all the lessons I learned, both good and bad...as all these things played a roll in who I am today:)<br />
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2010 will be etched into my memory for the following reasons:<br />
<ul><li>I started my year off with a bang by visiting the gorgeous Victoria falls...such an amazing experience.</li>
<li>I got my iPhone! </li>
<li>two other gorgeous friends had their babies.....we welcomed babyice and Faith into the world<br />
<li>A really good friend that lived on the same property as me committed suicide at our home. He hanged himself, i saw him....it was a traumatic and really sad experience, that i pray i never have to relive EVER again. I was fortunate to have special people in my life who really stood by me and supported me. Some people would simply stay awake with me through the night because i couldn't sleep. Thank you.</li><br />
<li>I met the <a href="http://ruby-letters.blogspot.com/2010/02/dear-american-boy.html">American boy</a> (he was the brother of the friend who committed suicide...odd that we would meet under such strange circumstances and click immediately). Paul always said we'd hit it off:)</li><br />
<li>I learned that I'm easily disappointed in myself for doing/thinking/saying things or for not doing/thinking/saying them when i should have. I give myself a really hard time afterwards. But then I work really hard to fix where i messed up. I'm not entirely sure if i should tell myself to cut myself some slack or to just stay the same I'm now. Both have pros and cons</li><br />
<li>I moved into my new home!!!!!!!!!!!!! I love it! The area is fantastic, the apartment is perfect for me and it's only a 15min drive from work on the worst possible traffic days:)</li><br />
<li>I met <a href="http://ruby-letters.blogspot.com/2010/06/my-heart.html">my heart.</a>........</li><br />
<li>I learned that just because someone promised you forever does not mean they will keep that promise</li><br />
<li>My good friend <a href="http://www.twitter.com/superolz">Superolz</a> introduced me to Vida Coffee....I'm addicted:/</li><br />
<li>I found that it is possible to instantly connect with someone</li><br />
<li>Friends are found in the most amazing places....sometimes at a random braai at a house of a person you don't even know while gate crashing parties</li><br />
<li>Falling in love is both an amazing and a really scary experience. It is however mostly good and definitely advisable:) </li><br />
<li>During the move i discovered a whole bunch of shoes i had completely forgotten about. Can somebody say HappyRuby?</li><br />
<li>The female slave finally resigned and moved away. I can not begin to tell you how happy this made me. She made my life a misery for years. </li><br />
<li>We attended <a href="http://ruby-letters.blogspot.com/2010/07/dear-angel-and-neels.html">#AnGlugWedding</a>:) My two gorgeous friends finally got married....it was definitely a wonderful wedding:)</li><br />
<li><a href="http://ruby-letters.blogspot.com/2010/07/dear-ruby_19.html">I gave myself a pretty impressive blue eye</a>....don't ask:/</li><br />
<li>I spent my <a href="http://ruby-letters.blogspot.com/2010/07/dear-ruby.html">birthday</a> sick as a dog in bed...but did end the week with an awesome birthday party at least</li><br />
<li>A <a href="http://ruby-letters.blogspot.com/2010/08/dear-odi.html">dear friend</a> who has been a mentor and a great source of wisdom through a large part of my life was told he had an exceptionally large tumor on his brain. I was shattered, however I'm happy to report now that after extensive surgery and a long recuperation period he is doing quite well. </li><br />
<li>My trust issues were fuelled by a certain someone. </li><br />
<li>Soccer World Cup was held in SA....amazing amazing time....I'd like to bring 'Phillip' back if i can:P</li><br />
<li><a href="http://www.girlguides.co.za/">GirlGuides</a> was launched and i was one of the lucky girls who was asked to write gadget reviews for them:) </li><br />
<li>I was the victim of quite a serious <a href="http://ruby-letters.blogspot.com/2010/08/dear-roadhog-gp.html">roadrage</a> incident</li><br />
<li>I had a fair amount of disagreements with the little bossman at work. For the first time in the 6 years i have worked with the company i wasn't 100% happy...i didn't like this feeling. But I'm happy to report that the situation has greatly improved. </li><br />
<li>I won an iPad from <a href="http://www.afrihost.com/">Afrihost!</a>!!!!! *super big grin*</li><br />
<li>Having vicious rumors spread about you is not a pleasant experience</li><br />
<li>Some people ALWAYS have to be right. They will NEVER admit that they are wrong, and will rather write off a friendship than admit that they made a mistake.</li><br />
<li>I discovered that there are more than a fair share of well known auditing firms in the country who don't even remotely adhere to the various standards they are supposed to be complying with...this really really really gets my blood boiling</li><br />
<li>I had a VERY memorable trip to <a href="http://ruby-letters.blogspot.com/2010/09/dear-cape-town.html">Cape town</a> as a mini break:)</li><br />
<li>Some people have a set of rather impressive double standards....i can't stand this practice. </li><br />
<li>I started teaching myself to speak German...this is still very much an ongoing project that will keep me busy now that i don't have a masters degree keeping me occupied:) </li><br />
<li>I went through a period of suspecting that my landlord was sneaking into my apartment while i wasn't at home. It was silly and stupid and started because he has a set of keys for the house and because i couldn't find clothes that i was looking for:)</li><br />
<li>We attended the <a href="http://www.girlsonly.co.za/">Girls Only</a> media launch...a business started by a lovely friend of mine:) </li><br />
<li>#TheKernel was born:) And even though i have never met <a href="http://bridesmaid-to-be.blogspot.com/">TheCaz</a> in person there is no one I can think of that is more deserving of this incredible bundle of joy. After everything she's been through i'm defnitely celebrating the birth of this little miracle in my 2010 memories blog:) </li><br />
<li>I launched my own little <a href="http://ruby-letters.blogspot.com/2010/10/rubys-secrets.html">Ruby's secret</a> project:) It kicked off with a bang and i want to encourage everyone to keep sending me their secrets:)</li><br />
<li>I was attacked by an evil squirrel </li><br />
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<li>I got to watch Mama Mia</li><br />
<li>My gran became incredibly sick and was hospitalised for 2 weeks. All of us, including all the various doctors were convinced she only had days left to live. She on the other hand had a completely different opinion about the whole thing. She was discharged and went back home accompanied by an oxygen machine which she has to use for a couple of hours each day. We saw her now over Christmas and she is still as naughty and mischievous as ever. She's gotten old though, and this makes me really sad. She's not just my gran, she's my friend and the very thought of losing her makes me feel broken inside. I'm grateful for each extra day i get to spend with her.</li><br />
<li>We went to see Grease </li><br />
<li>I won a gorgeous clutch bag and brooch from <a href="http://www.missmollyfashions.blogspot.com/">Miss Molly's</a> Fashion on <a href="http://www.beingbrazen.com/">Being Brazen's</a> blog *another super big grin*</li><br />
<li>Claude and Minnette got married...was an absolutely stunning wedding. </li><br />
<li>I had a pretty impressive fall at Metro Lounge while attending a friends birthday. I had a huge bruise for weeks and my knee was swollen twice it's normal size for quite a while. </li><br />
<li>An old housemate and friend got engaged:) </li><br />
<li>We had our <a href="http://ruby-letters.blogspot.com/2010/11/dear-matrics-of-2000.html">10 year matric reunion</a> *eeeek* which i had to organize....it was quite a lot of fun:)</li><br />
<li>I got my MASTERS DEGREE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! *does happy dance* after 2 years of blood, sweat, tears, no sleep and about a million sacrifices i finally made it. My happiness knows no bounds:)</li><br />
<li>I had an operation on my hand to remove a growth that's been causing me all kinds of hassles. As it turns out the operation was way more invasive than originally planned and the recuperation and healing is taking a lot longer than anticipated. It is almost 4 weeks ago and i still can't do a large amount of things with my right hand. But the specialist assures me that the operation was a success and in time i will regain full use of my hand.</li><br />
<li>I had an 'in chair operation' done on my mouth. While grinding on my teeth in my sleep i managed to get a shard of tooth stuck in my jaw bone. They had to dislocate the jaw and cut out quite a large piece of my jawbone in order to get rid of the shard. This resulted in bone grafts and a titanium implant. All in all an extremely painful experience.</li><br />
<li>I got to spend Christmas with my gran:)</li><br />
<li>Wall-E got engaged!</li><br />
<li>My brother and sister in law came to visit from the states:) They are in fact still here and will be here for another 10 days:)</li><br />
<li>My sister in law gave me a handmade quilt as a Christmas gift this year. What an awesome and touching gift:)</li><br />
<li>My house was hit by lightening...twice. </li><br />
<li>Cobus and Lizette got married...she was one of the most beautiful brides I have EVER seen.</li><br />
<li>Spiritually this was definitely a year of grace. It was a year of many searches. I questioned many many things about what i believe and why. And even after all of that there was just no way that I could deny the existence of my powerful, all loving, all knowing and merciful God. His grace is truly enough, and He had grace to allow me to question and search without letting me go. My beliefs are based on what I have experienced and does not come from what I have been taught or told. He is real and He loves me. I realise that not all of you reading this will agree or understand this. But He is real to me and therefore makes out a very important part of my memorable moments of 2010.</li><br />
<li>I'm sitting here on the last day of 2010. Happy and content. My heart is full. I get to spend it with my family. There are only 3 people missing to make this little picture a 100% perfect...but at the moment it's damn near perfect:)</li><br />
</ul>I was saying this morning that even thought this year has rushed past at a ridiculous speed, January feels a million years ago. Such a ridiculous contrast and yet so true. It's been a really tough year. I've had to cope with disappointment and hurt and about a million other challenges, but i survived and for that reason alone it was a good year. Don't get me wrong, there were many good and even incredible things that happened this year, but i can honestly say that I experienced the past year as incredibly tough.
I hope that 2011 will be a better one. Filled with challenges and new things and blessing and lessons to learn. If all goes well I'll do a little dear 2011 post, and while I don't plan on having new years' resolutions i hope to make make myself aware of what i expect of the new year.
So my lovelies....Happy new year! I hope that 2010 has given you the chance to grow and that 2011 will be filled with many blessing, lots of love, friendship and happiness and that in a years' time we will all be saying "I survived 2011".
Much love
Ruby
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P.S I've added a few pictures of various moments in 2010. Enjoy!
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The second monthly post for <a href="http://ruby-letters.blogspot.com/2010/10/rubys-secrets.html">Ruby's secret</a>. Thank you so much to everyone who sent in secrets...and I'd like to encourage you to keep sending the secrets to Rubyletters@gmail.com with the subject line 'Ruby's Secrets'.<br />
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After much consideration i decided to post a handful of secrets per blog post. So, for those of you that e-mailed a secret but don't see it on this post...keep your eyes open in the next one:<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">I'm not cynical about love</td><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">in love with a lesbian</td><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Whose the biggest fool?</td><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Be mine:)</td><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">I sent this secret into Post Secret and it was published on October 18, 2009. No one I know would ever think I do such a thing. <br />
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BTW, my stash is in my car. I have about a dozen pair</td><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"></td></tr>
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</tbody></table> Well my lovelies...hope you enjoyed these:) And remember to keep them coming.<br />
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Love<br />
Ruby<br />
xxxxxRubyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06720898339363062466noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-775572241879062758.post-70026175756161353792010-12-14T03:54:00.000-08:002010-12-14T03:54:53.188-08:00Dear lifeI would appreciate it if you could cut me some slack right about now *pulls face*.<br />
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OK, so it's not ALL bad. In fact, there are one or two super awesome things that have happened of late too. So, let me start with the first and the biggest and the bestest thing. I passed my MASTERS degree:) Can we get a whoop whoop? I realise that to some it might seem that I'm making a really big deal out of this, and they might not understand. But to me this is a big deal. It's been 2 years of blood, sweat and tears and about a million sacrifices. Late nights, no sleep, high stress level and millions of hours of research later and here i stand...i finally made it:) I was so relieved i felt like crying:) So allow me to say...yay me! and do a little happy dance and come celebrate with me if you want.<br />
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Last week Friday...or rather, the Friday before that....i finally relented and paid a visit to the hospital with regards to the growth in my hand. The fact that it had been swollen and incredibly painful for days and that the growth had become remarkably bigger was really stressing me out. Once can't help but wonder if the original diagnoses saying it was a bone cyst was wrong. What if it wasn't something as innocent as all that. What if it's a tumor? So i spent a stressful day at the hospital being sent back and forth between the x-ray department, the specialist the ultrasound people and the doctor. <br />
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The specialist was furious. The original diagnoses had been wrong. It wasn't a cyst at all. It's an abnormal growth on the bone, causing lots and lots of damage and which would in time render my right hand absolutely useless. It had to be removed immediately. I was booked in for an operation on Tuesday. Panic stations! The specialist assured me that the chances of it being malignant was incredibly small, but they will test it anyway, just to double check.<br />
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So on Tuesday morning I was taken to hospital by my awesome friend. His strength and support and calmness helped more than he could know. I was on the verge of tears...since the accident i really don't deal well with hospitals. Thankfully the operation went off without a hitch and i was cleared for discharge on Tuesday afternoon. At least i could go and recuperate at home...score!<br />
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It's been a painful and frustrating couple of days. Having your dominant hand rendered useless and in a lot of pain while living alone is NOT for the feint hearted. My hand was so swollen that moving it became impossible and my knuckles couldn't be distinguished from the sausages that were my fingers. Thankfully most of the swelling is now gone:) I was perfectly miserable and whiny for a couple of days...I'm sure the entire twitter can vouch for that. But my hand is improving every day and I'll be back to see the specialist in a week's time. I've included a couple of pics of the progress:)<br />
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But now, the reason for my whiny letter to life, requesting a break is this. I have the annoying habit of grinding my teeth and clenching my jaw in my sleep when I'm stressed. Obviously the operation has been quite stressful for me, so I've been doing quite a bit of biting in my sleep. On Saturday evening i woke up in excruciating pain in my lower right jaw. Not only had I managed to rebreak a tooth i had broken years ago, but i also managed to lodge a piece of broken root in my jaw. *shudder*<br />
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By Sunday morning the whole right side of my face was swollen, nothing was helping for the intense pain and nowhere in JHB could i locate an emergency dentist. Between my hand and my mouth i eventually collapsed in a pathetic little heap of tears and took myself off to casualties to get something for the pain.<br />
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Monday was my first day back at work...i won't lie...it was painful. But my hand is coming along nicely and this made me smile. My mouth however was a completely different story. The dentist is unable to help me until we can get the swelling down. He did however take an X-ray and was horrified at the way that the root had broken off inside the gum and managed to lodge itself in the jaw. He's prescribed super strong painkillers and anti-biotics...i hope they start working ASAP...can't really handle much more of this. This also means that my as yet untainted mouth (no cavities, no fillings, nothing) will no contain remain untainted:/ I'll be going in on Thursday (he's kind enough to help me on the public holiday) to have an implant done. Bye bye Christmas bonus...as my medical aid will not be covering this rather expensive procedure.<br />
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Now can you see where I'm coming from begging for a break? What i have learned in the last two weeks is that when it rains it definitely always pours....this applies to both the good and the bad in life. The trick is not to drown but to learn to dance in the rain.<br />
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Love<br />
Ruby<br />
xxxxRubyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06720898339363062466noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-775572241879062758.post-59765244486084049232010-12-02T06:57:00.000-08:002010-12-02T06:57:35.641-08:00Dear Claudz<div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">So madam, you tagged me in you 'i love you blog' <a href="http://purplelipsandperfectsmiles.blogspot.com/2010/11/i-love-your-blog-interview.html">post</a>. The only decent thing to do is to comply and to address this here little letter to you:) So here goes nothing....</span></div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span></div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><b>1. Why did you create your blog?</b></span></span></div></div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: small;">I used to have a blog on myspace.....ages and ages ago when i first moved to Jozi. The blog was however discovered by people who didn't like what i was writing and to keep the peace my little blog was abandoned. However, my love of writing wouldn't hide and after a view brief months of not blogging i finally started Ruby Letters. It's therapy for me, it gives me a voice:)</span></div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><br />
</span></span></div></div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><b>2. What kind of blogs do you follow?</b></span></span></div></div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span">I read mostly life blogs. And then there are a couple of people who blog about other things like fashion and awesome furniture ideas and funky Friday quotes which i enjoy:)</span></span></div></div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><br />
</span></span></div></div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><b>3. Favourite make-up brands</b></span></span></div></div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span">I have a very sensitive skin and don't wear much make up. Mascara wise i only ever wear Maybeline as it doesn't irritate my eyes. Make up wise i flutter between Annique and Mac.</span></span></div></div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><br />
</span></span></div></div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><b>4. Favourite clothing brands</b></span></span></div></div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span">hmmm....I'm not a big fan of branded clothing. I guess the only 2 brands i really buy would be Sissy Boy and Levi. And the levis i ONLY buy when my brother comes to visit from the states and it's cheap. I have to confess that I own a Polo dress...but it was bought for a function. My absolute favourite clothing shop is YDE...no contest!</span></span></div></div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><br />
</span></span></div></div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><b>5. Your indispensable make-up product?</b></span></span></div></div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: small;">Erm....i don't have one *shakes head*</span></div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><br />
</span></span></div></div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><b>6. Your favourite colour</b></span></span></div></div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span">I love black...then again..that's not really a colour:/ Olive green, orange and red wine red:)</span></span></div></div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><br />
</span></span></div></div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><b>7. Your perfume? </b></span></span></div></div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span">I have 3 that i love. My most favourite is Lacoste Touch of Pink...also love Black XS by Poco Rabonne and Guilty by Gucci.</span></span></div></div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><br />
</span></span></div></div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><b>8. Your favourite film?</b></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span">So difficult:( I'll just list a couple i think:</span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span"> - my life as a house</span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span"> - a beautiful mind</span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span"> - forest gump</span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span"> - Amalie</span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span"> - Spanglish</span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span"> - Moulin Rouge</span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span"> - Chicago</span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span"> - Save the last dance</span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span">Actually....most dance movies is an instant hit in my books:)</span></span></div></div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><br />
</span></span></div></div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><b>9. What country would you like to visit and why?</b></span></span></div></div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span">ooooh....so many! Germany, Spain, France, Iceland.......etc</span></span></div></div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><br />
</span></span></div></div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><b>10. Write the last question and answer it yourself: </b></span><span class="Apple-style-span"><b>What is the answer to life?</b></span></span></div><span style="font-size: small;">42, without a doubt!</span></div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
Love</span></div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: small;">Ruby</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; font-size: small;">xxxxx</span></div>Rubyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06720898339363062466noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-775572241879062758.post-77228425532881626002010-11-26T03:27:00.000-08:002010-11-26T03:27:48.757-08:00Dear RubySometimes you can be such a silly girl! I started this post as my standard 'dear readers' post, but then i realised that i already did one of those this week...and i don't really want to bore my readers. So instead I've decided to write myself a little note and a bit of a reprimand for being silly.<br />
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Today I'm having an insecure day *sigh*. To be honest...i can't complain. I don't have these often. But today is just one of those days where i feel insecure. And the fact that i KNOW it is both stupid and unreasonable just makes me feel irritated with myself. <br />
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I've taken the 'If i can't see it, it can't see me' approach...which pretty much means I'm ignoring my stupidity and living the day as if it doesn't exist....the problem with this approach is that it isn't a very successful one. The insecurity is still there...glaring at me...pfffffft!<br />
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What exactly am i insecure about? I don't know. I'm just feeling generally unsure of myself. Maybe it relates to the harsh realisation I had this morning when i woke up. My life is about to undergo a very big change in the next 4 months or so. I plan on moving jobs. Where will I work? Will I stay in JHB? Will other things in my life work out the way i want them to? Then there is also my sometimes cynical and 'conspiracy theory based' outlook on life. What if everything blows up in my face? What if none of this is real? So many what if, and where's and when's and what's. It's left my head spinning just a bit and most probably led to my bout of insecurity with regards to EVERYTHING today.<br />
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So, my dear and darling Ruby. Snap out of it! And with that I mean right now! The future is looking bright and exciting. And yes, i realise that you don't know exactly what will be happening in the next couple of months...but this only means that the future is filled with endless possibility. Also, the whole world is NOT conspiring against you. The people who take time to listen, spend time, show you that they care and tell you this really DO care. They're not all about to turn on you and laugh at you for being silly enough to trust them, or for sharing your dreams with them. They wouldn't go out of their way just to hurt you....and if they do this is more the exception than the rule.<br />
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Funny thing is...I've had a really good day so far. I'm not feeling down or scared or unhappy or anything of the sort. I'm in a happy and silly mood....there is just this tiny little jackal of a feeling gnawing at my ankles and it is irritating me. Maybe just actually saying it out loud instead of ignoring it will give me power over it. In fact, I'm convinced of this.<br />
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I'm a very blessed little girl, and i plan on reminding myself of this all the time. I have a bright future ahead of me and a close circle of people around me that love me and care for me and only want the best for me:) Insecurities...pfffffft! what are those! *take THAT stupid irrational feeling*<br />
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Love<br />
Ruby<br />
xxxxx<br />
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<b>Update</b>: writing this earlier and actually figuring out WHY i was being all stupid actually helped:) feeling MUCH better now:) Yay for the therapy writing brings:)Rubyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06720898339363062466noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-775572241879062758.post-22005473341501449882010-11-25T04:32:00.000-08:002010-11-25T04:32:28.655-08:00My dearest brother and sister-in-lawHappy Thanksgiving! Hope you have a truly awesome day and that your thanksgiving day feast is memorable....I'm also hoping you guys get to play loads of shuffle board today (if the weather permits):)<br />
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I figured since we can't be there to celebrate this day of thanksgiving with you I'd do a post with a list of things that I'm grateful for. So here goes:)<br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><b>I'm thankful for:</b></span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><b>........h</b></span>aving people in my life to love and being loved in return.<br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><b>........a</b></span> family that truly has my back at all times.<br />
<b><span style="font-size: large;">........a</span></b>wesome friends:)<br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><b>........m</b></span>y new home! I can't believe it took me 5 and a half years to move closer to work...My life has changed completely. Also, because the new home doesn't have damp problems I'm not sick all the time. Haven't had bronchitis or pneumonia since moving.<br />
<b><span style="font-size: large;">........t</span></b>he fact that my masters degree is now done and dusted. Now i just have to continue to wait until the results come out.<br />
<b><span style="font-size: large;">........h</span></b>aving people in my life who really really care for me. Who would do anything for me.<br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><b>........b</b></span>eing so close to someone that you experience their presence even when they aren't with you.<br />
<b><span style="font-size: large;">........g</span></b>race. <br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><b>........a</b></span> God who loves me.<br />
<b><span style="font-size: large;">........a</span></b>pple juice! you have no idea how much i adore apple juice:) I always have some in my fridge.<br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><b>........m</b></span>y iPad and iPhone...yes, this sounds ridiculous and insanely superficial. It's OK...i can deal with that. They've made my life so much easier, efficient and entertaining.<br />
<b><span style="font-size: large;">........h</span></b>aving a job and surviving. I've met too many people this year who really suffer financially. People who want to work and don't have jobs.<br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><b>........s</b></span>econd chances. None of us deserve them, but they are the most amazing things when given to someone who really wants to make a difference.<br />
<b><span style="font-size: large;">.........n</span></b>ew opportunities and an exciting future.<br />
<b><span style="font-size: large;">.........g</span></b>ood music:) It's the thing that keeps my soul alive.<br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><b>.........c</b></span>ertain things happening in certain parts of my life.<br />
<b><span style="font-size: large;">.........r</span></b>isks that were taken and the amazing returns because of it.<br />
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I think that the point I'm trying to make is that even when we go through tough times, and even when we are whiny and difficult and sad. Or when we're happy and excited about life....there is always a lot that we can give thanks for. <br />
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I love you, and I miss you both so very much! Can't wait for the little visit in just over a month.<br />
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Much love<br />
Ruby<br />
xxxxxRubyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06720898339363062466noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-775572241879062758.post-38565203085254124442010-11-22T04:51:00.000-08:002010-11-22T04:51:38.799-08:00Dear ReadersSo it's time for one of my favourite regular blog entries:) I'll finish a couple of sentences and then you can finish them in my comments section.<br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><b>I learned</b></span>.....that there are instances in life when you experience such infinite happiness that your heart becomes so full it feels as if it might burst!<br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><b>There comes a time</b></span>....in life, relationships, friendships, work and all other segments of our lives when you need to realize you're flogging a dead horse. <br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><b>Choosing to stop</b></span>........ does not always constitute quitting.<br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><b>Spending time with friends</b></span>.......is good therapy.<br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><b>Courage</b></span>....is a choice.<br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><b>Live</b></span>.....passionately!<br />
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And off you go my lovelies...now you go and complete the sentences:)<br />
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Love<br />
Ruby<br />
xxxx<br />
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P.S. Don't forget about my <a href="http://ruby-letters.blogspot.com/2010/10/rubys-secrets.html">pet project</a>....keep sending me those <a href="http://ruby-letters.blogspot.com/2010/11/rubys-secrets.html">secrets!</a>Rubyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06720898339363062466noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-775572241879062758.post-87870108551166367252010-11-17T06:13:00.000-08:002010-11-17T06:17:18.443-08:00Dear stranger in the nightLast night I wasn't feeling all too well. Actually, I'm still not feeling too great. My throat and ears hurt and are swollen and i just feel tired and run down. More than anything i wanted to have a relatively early night (in my books that means getting to bed before midnight). So i took my meds and timed it right that i would be extremely sleepy no later than 11pm.<br />
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For once i fell asleep immediately! you have to understand...being an insomniac this rarely happens...even when taking medicine. Generally I don't switch my cell phone off at night. The reason for this is that I'm always petrified that there would be an emergency or something would happen and someone might need me and then I won't be available. So my phone is always on. Also, an sms notification doesn't wake me, a phone call however does. It's the perfect arrangement really.<br />
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Then last night at 12:45AM my phone started ringing....still being very much asleep i didn't even bother looking at who was calling, i just answered, my heart beating a mile a minute. I mean, why else would your phone ring at 12:45AM...something had to be wrong somewhere right? WRONG! It was you. The conversation that followed went something like this:<br />
<span style="font-size: small;"><b>Sleepy Ruby</b></span> : Hello?<br />
<b>Stranger</b> : Hello. Eish....Who are you?<br />
<b>Slightly more awake Ruby</b> : What?<br />
<b>Strange</b>r : Who am i talking to?<br />
<b>Slightly annoyed Ruby</b> : Why would you ask that? You called the number...who the hell are you and who are you looking for????<br />
<b>Stranger</b> : eh...I'm looking for you<br />
<b>Highly annoyed ruby</b> : Bulldust! a second ago you didn't even know who you were talking to. Listen here idiot....it's quarter to 1 in the MORNING! Who the hell calls people at that time? Stupid people...that's who! Screw you dude!<br />
*Ruby puts down the phone and switches it to silent mode*<br />
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Then this morning when i recalled the incident I wasn't quite sure if i was dreaming or if it was real. So I checked my phone. Ohmigosh! 34 missed calls....34...I kid you NOT! From your number. For one of them you actually left a voice mail...livid because i had called you stupid and asking me who the hell i thought i was for saying you're stupid. Dude! 12:45 AM and 34 missed calls later to a person you don't even know...what the hell??<br />
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Needless to say I didn't sleep very well. Once i get awakened like that i really battle to fall asleep again, and even when i do it is broken and disturbed. I was NOT a happy ruby this morning. <br />
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Next time i suggest you block your number if you want to do something like this. I have your number, and I'm still contemplating putting it on twitter and begging all the world to give you random calls at all hours of the night. 34 missed calls *shakes head* I suppose it takes all sorts to make up the world.<br />
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RubyRubyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06720898339363062466noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-775572241879062758.post-6356937215835345602010-11-16T12:13:00.000-08:002010-11-16T12:13:21.359-08:00Dear Matrics of 2000So the big day finally arrived on Saturday...our 10 year reunion. The weeks building up to this event have been filled with excitement, annoyance, stress and eagerness for me and JG who were organizing the event. At first everyone was keen to attend, in fact they were mumbling and grumbling because up until the point of us organizing something nobody had even attempted to organize a reunion.<br />
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Then, as the RSVP deadline loomed closer everybody went dead quiet. I had to send about a million reminders. Then of course there were the people who only RSVP'd after the deadline, the ones who begged and pleaded with me to come even though they can only pay at a date after the actual reunion. Eventually I agreed to let the one girl and her date come even though she wouldn't be able to pay before the 19th. I would live to regret this decision. The budget was carefully planned for the people who were coming, we didn't have any spare money, but there was enough for everyone. Then this girl who didn't pay didn't pitch and now she's refusing to pay...even though i already spent the money on them. To say i was extremely ticked off would be an understatement.<br />
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Anyway, back to the more pleasant memories of the weekend. Not many people attended, but the ones that did really wanted to be there. We had so much fun, catching up, talking nonsense, laughing a mile a minute and sharing good food. I was pleasantly surprised to find that people do eventually grow up and change for the better and find that place where they are supposed to be. Seeing this in my old school friends really made me smile. It was a happy moment and a happy realisation.<br />
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My one friend brought her little girl along..she was too gorgeous and stole every body's hearts...including mine. She spent the largest part of the evening with me, playing games, eating with me and just sitting on my lap. If i ever have children i hope they are as chilled and easy going as that little girl!<br />
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Thank you for a wonderful day and a fun filled reunion...it was awesome to catch up with everyone.<br />
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Love<br />
Ruby<br />
xxxxx<br />
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P.S. I've attached a couple of random snapshots...sadly i didn't get pics of everyone who attended and obviously i couldn't post all the pics here....but here are a couple:)<br />
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P.P.S. Don't forget about my <a href="http://ruby-letters.blogspot.com/2010/10/rubys-secrets.html">secret pet project</a>! please remember to keep sending me your secrets!!!!<br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCEoBoWvKBoPfjBYGC76z8_siOp6mt3R7F68zi19kbcQqrZYEp3RQbqe_zFJhFJrCkX9DbSo7Ap1THAEDXvNGLtFcvJ8bq7oOMGQ7Fqb8wQxtyYbyr8i9wJGK40mhRQwQZdbtY6iVZ5TM4/s320/74259_1698654431615_1395526429_1823503_2744912_n.jpg" width="320" /> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Seriously...how adorable is this child??? This is not her dad BTW...it's JG, the old head boy</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><img border="0" height="180" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFYNFyMqXCz2J_iBr3fpbGag9hyphenhyphenOrWWiFHu9BWUXHwQRBuOFVroSsh3SFxJ_lB162ypm_e7B88SN6DVLkrxGVDwL2Rp7d_16UNWUzrmLjh3XLM3VTkvkSKXfibq0XSsou8klibXudf6WGS/s320/74302_1663547944705_1117425724_31810892_1155930_n.jpg" width="320" /> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">That would be me, paying attention to something that somebody was saying....or maybe just wondering what the hell they were on about.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVFgzFz-XO0-8sw28ySkL6O4NwSuHBGJa8QPdVP-Tl3BHMwGHS33GMGd2KkRTZGlhZqkmVSUwlQ9qpIq5AibFoHMwdywwfd_thC7sorB1_0WKBOsjqLpyoMKxHIJmcBkmI-e7CS9Q0Ot9H/s320/76682_1698653551593_1395526429_1823500_4127128_n.jpg" width="240" /> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">These are the parents of the gorgeous little girl with number 2 on the way....i think he was trying to talk to his future son after having one too many</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiR2PcKI4z8UYZ_qugaA3N31wk7cJ51TeX5oCMnRqg8brqOENjEJfHbW3mYPC-hHEBEvNq3th1YW8pGreStcP9w7vayhoLCxj6spKdJYh9R2Pevlfw5EDSKT_Pk1M6Tfh25MzhLG9ipm8Jr/s320/149263_1698664111857_1395526429_1823535_862018_n.jpg" width="320" /> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">My good friend Joe:) One of the few people i still have a lot of contact with.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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Then today i get a call from you.....the conversation went as follows:<br />
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<b>Old Schoolfriend(OS):</b> Hey Ruby! How are you?<br />
<b>Ruby:</b> Oh hi Old Schoolfriend...I'm all good thanks, how's you?<br />
<b>OS</b>: I'm good...looking forward to Saturday and stuff.<br />
<b>Ruby</b>: Ja, me too...It's going to be really cool to see everyone again.<br />
<b>OS:</b> About the reunion, I'd just like to check one or two things with you.<br />
<b>Ruby:</b> Oh sure, no problem. What's up? (Please note...here my courage fails me...I've had a whole range of stupid questions the last couple of weeks...i was expecting another)<br />
<b>OS:</b> I've got the invite open on the computer and I just wanted to know if any of the arrangements changed?<br />
<b>Ruby: </b> Nope, everything stays exactly the same where arrangements are concerned. The only thing that changed is the food...but you don't have to worry about it.<br />
<b>OS</b>: OK cool...so I'm wondering...what time is the reunion?<br />
<b>Ruby:</b> *thinks....WHAT THE HELL...you're looking at the invite* Do you have the invite in front of you?<br />
<b>OS</b>: Yes<br />
<b>Ruby</b>: What does it say?<br />
<b>OS</b>: It says it's three o'clock<br />
<b>Ruby</b>: so which part of 'none of the arrangements have changed' didn't you understand?<br />
<b>OS</b>: So what are you telling me...it's not at 3?<br />
<b>Ruby:</b> *sighing audibly* it's at 3.<br />
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Now do you understand why I'm convinced all the stupid people in the world are ganging up on me this week? <br />
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Ruby<br />
xxxxRubyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06720898339363062466noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-775572241879062758.post-78471401425056965972010-11-05T05:18:00.000-07:002010-11-05T05:18:59.167-07:00Dear Miss MollySo a while ago i won a <a href="http://ruby-letters.blogspot.com/2010/10/dear-being-brazen.html">competition</a> on <a href="http://www.beingbrazen.com/">Being Brazen's</a> blog. The prize was a beautiful clutch bag and a brooch from <a href="http://www.missmollyfashions.blogspot.com/">you</a>. <br />
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Well, they finally came!!! *super excited* Can i just say...you packaged it so beautifully i was almost sad to unwrap it:) Thank you so much once again <a href="http://www.missmollyfashions.blogspot.com/">Miss Molly</a> and <a href="http://www.beingbrazen.com/">Being Brazen</a>!!!!<br />
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Love<br />
Ruby<br />
xxxxRubyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06720898339363062466noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-775572241879062758.post-5716585153883245772010-11-04T02:59:00.000-07:002010-11-04T02:59:25.815-07:00Ruby's secretsIt's finally here!!! The first monthly post for <a href="http://ruby-letters.blogspot.com/2010/10/rubys-secrets.html">Ruby's secret</a>. Thank you so much to everyone who sent in secrets...and I'd like to encourage you to keep sending the secrets to Rubyletters@gmail.com with the subject line 'Ruby's Secrets'.<br />
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After much consideration i decided to post 9 secrets per blog post. So, for those of you that e-mailed a secret but don't see it on this post...keep your eyes open in the next one:)<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">I wish I could tell the world</td><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">I'm getting married:)</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">You're the reason i stopped dancing<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Wondering....</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Most beautiful woman in the world</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Take the risk....I'm worth it</td></tr>
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So my lovelies...there you have it..the first instalment of Ruby's secrets:) Keep them coming!<br />
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Love<br />
Ruby<br />
xxxxx<br />
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P.S. Credit for the original idea goes to <a href="http://www.postsecrets.com/">PostSecret</a>Rubyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06720898339363062466noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-775572241879062758.post-73892186416747654142010-11-02T00:54:00.000-07:002010-11-02T00:54:38.580-07:00Dear readers<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-aQp8u-t1FeSnrr48od9Vien8lsXCeb97SwPNJxEofvPeu8HsPRSHGKnI-AQppHpdk7kI98ZENEQy8o704_6nwj8FA7rXlxK3PLmT0Mht0gEsQMhdigj8nusn0yi_m90_9LCSQiQ6R8ea/s1600/P1030783.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-aQp8u-t1FeSnrr48od9Vien8lsXCeb97SwPNJxEofvPeu8HsPRSHGKnI-AQppHpdk7kI98ZENEQy8o704_6nwj8FA7rXlxK3PLmT0Mht0gEsQMhdigj8nusn0yi_m90_9LCSQiQ6R8ea/s320/P1030783.JPG" width="320" /></a></div>So it's time for one of my favourite regular blog entries:) I'll finish a couple of sentences and then you can finish them in my comments section.<br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><b>People</b></span>....will believe what they want to believe and no matter what you say you won't be able to convince them otherwise<br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><span style="font-size: large;"><b>It's better to</b></span>....sort issues out directly....hashing, rehashing and indirect methods are bound to end in bigger issues<br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><b>Sometimes.</b></span>...spending a Sunday morning in the sun having a picnic with people who make you laugh is worth offering up some study time. I was way more productive afterwards anyway:)<br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><b>Exercise</b></span>.....is not always fun but it's an amazing way to clear your head<br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><b>Currently listening to</b></span>.......The Inside...by Def Leppard<br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><b>I've learned</b></span>.......that being patient is the best way to deal with a lot of things<br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><b>There are times</b></span>....when all you need to soothe your soul is good company<br />
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Now off you go my lovelies. Your turn:)<br />
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Love<br />
Ruby<br />
xxxxx<br />
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<b>P.S. Don't forget about my little <a href="http://ruby-letters.blogspot.com/2010/10/rubys-secrets.html">pet project</a>. Please send me your secrets:)</b>Rubyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06720898339363062466noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-775572241879062758.post-58936865437971936572010-11-01T07:18:00.000-07:002010-11-01T07:18:43.575-07:00Dear EmployerI'd like THIS job please:) I assure you I'm fully qualified...I'm female and i genuinely adore chocolate. Please hire my...I'll be the bestest estest employee EVER!<br />
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Ruby<br />
xxxxxRubyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06720898339363062466noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-775572241879062758.post-42433559389304219512010-11-01T04:59:00.000-07:002010-11-01T04:59:43.068-07:00Dear Ghost of weekend pastI feel like going....wow! what an action packed weekend...but actually it wasn't, and to be honest, it's one of the best weekends I've had in a long time:)<br />
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As most of you know by now i wrote my final big exam for my masters on Friday morning. To say that i was stressed would be a complete and utter understatement. I don't think I've ever been this nervous and stressed before an exam. It's what I've been working towards for 2 years...it's scary. The fact that i learnt last week that they were having issues with assignments i had submitted which they insist they didn't get and were therefore giving me zero did NOT help my stress levels. The admin lady phoning me on Friday morning and telling me she doesn't think they'll be able to help me sent stress levels into overdrive. But being level headed me i figured I'd worry about that after the exam....first things first. Exam, then stress about the missing assignments.<br />
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I can't actually tell you if it went well or not. It's all interpretive and argumentative and there is no black or white answer to the questions...so I'll have to wait and see how it goes. Let's just say i didn't feel like committing suicide by the time i was done...that's a good start right? Friday night was spent having a celebration dinner a very good friend. It was finally over....2 years of working myself half to death was finally over, regardless of what the results look like....definitely something worth celebrating:)<br />
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Saturday morning i woke up with a start at 7:20am...*sigh* i better get up and study. And then it hit me...i didn't have to. I had nothing i HAD to do. I'm actually going to have a life again. After 2 years this is definitely a life change. I decided to spend the morning lying around and reading...something i haven't been able to do in a very long time. Saturday afternoon was spent with the <a href="http://www.girlguides.co.za/">GirlGuides</a> crew at <a href="http://www.moyo.co.za/index.php?sec=store&id=1&ids=7&sub=yes">Moyo Zoolake</a> ...much fun was had:) I expected to spend the evening quietly at home, but ended up going for a charming dinner at <a href="http://www.dining-out.co.za/member_details-MemberID-3127.html">the Attic</a> with a friend....surprise surprise...turns out that's exactly what i needed:)<br />
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Sunday was a super lazy and super awesome day. Lunch with the replacements followed by an unexpected and content afternoon strolling around the mall with awesome company. Right now I'd like to mention that life can be pretty sweet sometimes:)<br />
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So, ghost of weekend past, please pay attention and ensure that i have plenty more of these weekends in the near future:) Also, can everybody please hold thumbs that it went really well with my exams:)<br />
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Love<br />
Ruby<br />
xxxxRubyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06720898339363062466noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-775572241879062758.post-86262659115448797542010-10-26T03:09:00.000-07:002010-10-26T03:09:05.702-07:00Dear residents of 119Right...I get it. You're all young, you like to have fun and to party it up. So am I. But there are limits. You do NOT throw a huge ass party at your apartment in a complex on a MONDAY night that lasts until 5:30 in the morning. You do NOT throw open all your doors and windows and make as much noise as you possibly can. <br />
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You are selfish and rude and I've decided i don't like you at all. By 3am this morning i was close to tears. I'm studying for one of the biggest exams I'll ever write and last night i got hardly any sleep because of your party. Now, if it had been a Friday or a Saturday night i would have been way more understanding...it's weekend after all.<br />
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Please believe me when i say that if you decide to pull the same trick EVER again i will not think twice about calling the police, and as it is i shall be handing an official complaint to the body corporate.<br />
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Regards<br />
GrumpyRubyRubyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06720898339363062466noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-775572241879062758.post-31693728662718403682010-10-20T03:51:00.000-07:002010-10-20T03:51:58.354-07:00Dear Being BrazenI won! I won! I won! *does excited little dance*. Thank you so much to <a href="http://www.beingbrazen.com/">BeingBrazen</a> and the <a href="http://www.beingbrazen.com/2010/10/clutch-brooch-giveaway.html">competition</a> she recently ran on her blog with the help of <a href="http://www.missmollyfashions.blogspot.com/">Miss Molly</a>.<br />
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In the very near future you'll see me prancing around with this gorgeous clutch bag and brooch...can anyone say #SexyRuby?<br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGKU_NmZUnioKwgYh6E4D7XHn43Uf2RH9BROKhdEa43bwzjnpTNRMPr6Cq9EwwTlYfgqd9D0Ob53jPUSh452YgBit9KhNpDhdO6NWfqYJpOS1ltxHJacXIl8PM97ztZWlodBud_GZa26nK/s1600/clutch+&+bow+brooch+giveaway+-+Miss+Molly.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGKU_NmZUnioKwgYh6E4D7XHn43Uf2RH9BROKhdEa43bwzjnpTNRMPr6Cq9EwwTlYfgqd9D0Ob53jPUSh452YgBit9KhNpDhdO6NWfqYJpOS1ltxHJacXIl8PM97ztZWlodBud_GZa26nK/s320/clutch+&+bow+brooch+giveaway+-+Miss+Molly.JPG" width="257" /></a></div>I'm one of those people who NEVER win competitions, yet lately I've been blessed with so many awesome things. First the <a href="http://ruby-letters.blogspot.com/2010/09/dear-afrihost.html">iPad</a> and the <a href="http://ruby-letters.blogspot.com/2010/09/dear-afrihost.html">data</a> from <a href="http://www.afrihost.com/">Afrihost</a> and now these two visions of gorgeousness. I'm incredibly grateful:)<br />
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Much Love<br />
Ruby<br />
xxxxxRubyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06720898339363062466noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-775572241879062758.post-40849231244291417682010-10-18T05:21:00.000-07:002010-10-18T05:21:48.971-07:00Ruby's secretsSo I've been toying with the idea of starting a little monthly project on my blog. It's not a new concept and I'm perfectly willing to give all the credit to the original creator of the idea. <br />
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How would you guys feel about a monthly "Ruby's secrets" post...based on the concept of <a href="http://www.postsecrets.com/">postsecrets</a> ? It would be with a bit of a twist though. There isn't currently a local version of this as far as I know, and i apologize if there is and i haven't mentioned you here. I'm planning to run it via e-mail rather than via post though, in order to make my life a little easier. It's super easy to create an anonymous e-mail account if you need to, and of course i'm sworn to absolute secrecy on all secrets i receive. No names will ever leave my e-mail inbox. <br />
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For those of you who don't know the concept..it quite simply works like this. You design a postcard and write a secret on it. It can be anything! Mundane, happy, sad, exciting, depressing, important or unimportant, it doesn't matter. Then you e-mail the post card to me with the subject line 'Ruby's secret'. Once a month I'll take all the post cards and publish a few in the 'Ruby's secrets' blog post.<br />
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For the time being i'm merely testing the water to see if there is any interest in this more digital version of Post secret. So I can't guarantee that it'll actually take off, but i'm willing to give it a shot. Secrets can be mailed to: rubyletters@gmail.com<br />
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So what do you guys think...yay or nay?<br />
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Love<br />
Ruby<br />
xxxxRubyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06720898339363062466noreply@blogger.com14tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-775572241879062758.post-27755703239117241782010-10-11T04:14:00.000-07:002010-10-11T04:14:13.697-07:00Dear readersYep...it's that time again, where you guys get to play along on my blog:) I'll complete a few sentences and then you guys can complete it in the comments section:)<br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><b>I am</b></span>.....OK<br />
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<b><span style="font-size: large;">Doing</span></b>....something nice for a stranger can really lift your spirits<br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><b>My dad</b></span>....would be so proud...I changed a tyre all by myself yesterday<br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><b>My white shorts</b></span>.....are ruined thanks to the combination of a storm and the changing of the tyre<br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><b>Family</b></span>....plays a very important role in my life<br />
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<b><span style="font-size: large;">I wish</span></b>...so many things at the moment, but most of all I wish that my gran would get better. And if that's not the way it should be, then i really wish that she won't suffer.<br />
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<b><span style="font-size: large;">Stressed</span></b>...is how i feel at the moment. Stressed about my final exams for my masters at the end of the month, stressed about my gran...stressed stressed stressed.<br />
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Right! now off you go my lovelies...go and complete the sentences in the comments section.<br />
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Love<br />
Ruby<br />
xxxxRubyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06720898339363062466noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-775572241879062758.post-27229803708513430382010-10-08T00:28:00.000-07:002010-10-08T00:28:20.462-07:00Dear landlord<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRgHvMMjqbXcIEyrI6YrKwP8IP_jzPF3tx01YoGyhDIN82AfR4OtLmWL2ZuDZX8Yf8IGHmLxANIQHjOms8uIjrt6OSW_UtoUBa0Db2_g6zM7EgkOwIUQ7IGid63uYXuFsFQQC8CqkfWSai/s1600/keys.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="154" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRgHvMMjqbXcIEyrI6YrKwP8IP_jzPF3tx01YoGyhDIN82AfR4OtLmWL2ZuDZX8Yf8IGHmLxANIQHjOms8uIjrt6OSW_UtoUBa0Db2_g6zM7EgkOwIUQ7IGid63uYXuFsFQQC8CqkfWSai/s320/keys.jpg" width="320" /></a></div>Let me start off with telling you that I absolutely LOVE the place. I feel at home and happy and complete there. It's ideally situated, safe and very much Rubylike:)<br />
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There is just one little thing that's bothering me at the moment. Let me start at the beginning. When we signed the lease agreement, you insisted on a clause allowing you to come for inspections. I was willing to allow this but only if the visits took place at a time that was convenient for me...as of course I'd never allow you an inspection if I was not at home. What I didn't realise at the time is that you have your own set of keys for the house. <br />
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Now granted, many people have told me this is quite normal. And I wasn't too disturbed by it as the complex security is very strict and if you don't have an access card the only way you can access the complex is by them calling a resident. But when you came for your little inspection visit last week you had a hissy fit because they wouldn't let you in without calling me first and then you insisted that I give you one of my access cards. Oh hell no! This is where I put my foot down. I'm the resident, I'm entitled to 2 access cards, if you want one, contact the maintenance people and find out if you're entitled to one.<br />
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But this has led to another problem for me. Why would you need an access card? Surely you don't have any business being here unless I'm at home and opening for you? Needless to say I'm feeling slightly paranoid. The fact that on monday morning I couldn't find a newly washed outfit that I KNOW I put into my cupboard on sunday afternoon did not help my paranoia. I turned my whole house upside down in the last 3 days trying to find it and finally gave up. Then yesterday when I was actually looking for something else I found it by accident. Now I suppose it's possible that i missed it. But I can't be sure, now can i? Also, this morning when I woke up my bedroom door was closed and there was a glass of water next to my bed. I never close my bedroom door, nor do I take water to my bedroom, unless I'm sick. To be honest....I do sleepwalk. So its possible that I closed the door and placed the water there....but I can't help feeling ever so slightly uncomfortable.<br />
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So, this coming weekend i'll be replacing the lock on my door. I'll leave the security gate as is, but the lock on the door can easily be changed. And then, when I move out i'll just put the original lock back in. You need never know. The only way you'll ever find out is if you try to enter my house without me being at home...which you're not allowed to do in the first place.<br />
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Please understand that i'm not actually acusing you of something. I like you. I get along with you superbly and i plan on keeping it that way. But I'm a girl who lives on her own. I don't know you well, and my first concern is keeping myself safe. And since i love the apartment so much, i'd hate to start feeling uncomfortable because of a stupid set of keys.<br />
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Regards<br />
Ruby<br />
xxxxRubyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06720898339363062466noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-775572241879062758.post-34500011953180299062010-10-06T00:53:00.000-07:002010-10-06T00:53:19.384-07:00Dear Sussie<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRk2MQwL_VPj718wZ2yZxXodaQa4pOFg-BVsOXC-4ISfWWV4hy2su9eRY6Clz0Xsgu3QVfh7zl_WdFi65ULAPUogdVbRzv5HYtBtpZdjkMFGKWCOy1pwqkivEscOtOQTFqsdvKaxGDRNn_/s1600/P1000164.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRk2MQwL_VPj718wZ2yZxXodaQa4pOFg-BVsOXC-4ISfWWV4hy2su9eRY6Clz0Xsgu3QVfh7zl_WdFi65ULAPUogdVbRzv5HYtBtpZdjkMFGKWCOy1pwqkivEscOtOQTFqsdvKaxGDRNn_/s320/P1000164.JPG" width="320" /></a></div>Happy happy belated birthday sweetie!!!!!<br />
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Gosh, currently i feel like the worst Sister in law EVER! Can't believe that i completely forgot about your birthday *hangs head in shame*. So i realise that it is a couple of days late, and I'm so sorry if it made you feel unloved in any way. <br />
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But here's to wishing you the happiest of happy birthdays. I hope that you had an amazing day and that my brother spoiled you absolutely rotten. And my wish for you in the years to come includes lots of love and happiness and blessings. *big hugs*<br />
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I can't wait for you guys to come to South Africa at the end of the year, and this is my promise to make you feel extra special while you are here:)<br />
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Lots of love<br />
Ruby<br />
xxxxxRubyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06720898339363062466noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-775572241879062758.post-70823166245765654172010-10-05T01:27:00.000-07:002010-10-05T01:27:48.421-07:00Dear Readers<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiW4J7nVzD4SfL2yz-bUcvpRBDADL5YvIuoV5GlZgFR9HJO8sMuDSX4kWXAP58AmsqMh-kFeCHWhtN9r6dMjZd_Rs2fxsGtBE8ceIhjEQK-eb2_sdaH8bpN03ZZl5RDAqUqsKSxpNVsRLMD/s1600/happiness.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="319" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiW4J7nVzD4SfL2yz-bUcvpRBDADL5YvIuoV5GlZgFR9HJO8sMuDSX4kWXAP58AmsqMh-kFeCHWhtN9r6dMjZd_Rs2fxsGtBE8ceIhjEQK-eb2_sdaH8bpN03ZZl5RDAqUqsKSxpNVsRLMD/s320/happiness.jpg" width="320" /></a></div>Yep...it's that time again, where you guys get to play along on my blog:) I'll complete a few sentences and then you guys can complete it in the comments section:)<br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><b>Life.</b></span>.....is not always like a box of chocolate...sorry Forrest, your mom and i don't agree.<br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><b>Everything</b></span>....have you ever considered the vastness of somebody telling you that you are their everything? It's overwhelming and awesome and i don't think anyone can truly comprehend exactly how much you mean for that person.<br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><b>I love.</b></span>....my parents...i really really do:) they do these awesome and unexpected things that just make me love them more and more each day.<br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><b>Happiness</b></span>....can be found in the small things around me<br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><b>Laughter</b></span>.....can change a lot of things, heal many things and lift your spirit.<br />
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<b><span style="font-size: large;">Music</span></b>....is where i find most of my inspiration in life. It's the big love of my life, keeps me sane and heals my heart repeatedly<br />
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Now it's your turn:)<br />
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Love<br />
Ruby<br />
xxxxRubyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06720898339363062466noreply@blogger.com5