Welcome welcome to my humble abode Mr Miagi. I hope that you will find your accomodation satisfactory and that you will enjoy your (hopefully permanent) visit.
I'm known as a bit of an impulive person, especially when it comes to shopping. Mostly I think about everything i do and consider the effects there of, but every now and again I hit a snag in my mind and I end up doing, saying or buying something without giving it even a thought, nevermind a second thought! The invitation extended to you was therefore extremely impulsive and unplanned.
As of yet I'm not quite sure where you will be taking up your permanent residence. You'll have to make due with the space alloted to you in the meantime. My house is not a big one, but it is a happy, friendly and loving little place. Everyone living there seems to be quite content and appreciates the little time I try to spend with them everyday.
I shall give you food, water, sunny accomodation and love. In return I expect you to grow into the most beautiful little bonzai ever! You don't need to pay any rent, talk to anyone, do any chores or clean up after yourself, you only need to be pretty. Seriously dude, I think you'll agree with me that this is the best deal you'll ever see. Now, run along and go grow or something.
Love
Your new owner, Ruby
P.s. If anyone has a problem with any typos or spelling mistakes...get over yourself....My edit toolbar is still MIA and nobody has tried to help me....so go and build a little *bridge.
* Totally unrelated to my little friend Bridge.....don't you dare go near her you hear!
Monday, March 31, 2008
Thursday, March 27, 2008
Dear famous singer friend dudy
Last night as my friend *insert friend who discovered my blog's URL here* and I sat discussing various important topics while drinking an arb amount of wine it suddenly hit me. Well actually, it hit my friend, but the technicalities are unimportant.
One of the "oh so important" topics which popped up was my wedding....not that i have any reason to plan one, but I am afterall a girl and i'm allowed to think of these things every now and again when talking to a friend over a couple of glases of wine.(ok, probably more than just a couple, but that's beside the point).
We came to the conclusion that not only would i have an unbelievably large number of guests but I would also have a little problem trying to decide who would be the person doing the actual ceremony...declaring me and *insert future husband name here* as married. I know too many preachers, pastors, dominees etc who have over the years built into my life. I'm having difficulty in choosing. You are of course the youngest and by far the most famous and good looking one of the lot......and I seriously want you there as more than just a guest....but getting everyone involved would just be a tad over the top me thinks.
so then my friend suddenly leapt off the couch and did a little victory twirl. IT hit her........you would sing THAT song as I walk down the aisle with my dadio. It would be perfect!!! You remember the one. The one you wrote and serenaded me with when we were at uni? The one about the Crescent moon being just for me. The one that almost caused me to go a little GAGA over you, one of my best friends.
Just imagine the settting. I'd have an evening wedding. I'll ensure that it's on a night where we'll have a perfect Crescent moon. Everybody sitting, waiting in anticipation for the beautiful bride to arrive. And then, everybody's hearts skip a beat. I suddenly arrive, looking almost unreal in the soft moonlight, and your gorgeous velvety voice starts singing about me being the bride and the Crescent moon being just for me. *sigh* it would be perfect!!!
After picturing the whole thing in my head and getting all excited while my friend outlined the details of the plan i could only foresee one single problem with it. The possiblity that I might actually turn to the groom, apologize, run to your side and beg you to marry me instead.
You're probably sitting there and shaking your blonde head at the scenario and wondering why on earth I'm telling you this aren't you? Well, to tell you the truth, I only wrote the letter to inform you that you will definitely be singing at my wedding. I'm not quite sure whether I'm gonna run the risk of actually letting you sing Crescent moon while i grace the guests with my presence, but you'll be singing nevertheless. So make a mental note!
I look forward to seeing you soon...and no, not at my wedding...just for a visit:)
Love
Ruby
P.S. If anybody is wondering why on earth I didn't insert the links where I indicated they should be, or why my spelling appears to be a bit odd.........my edit taskbar has disappeared, and I can't even go into html:( If anybody has the urge to assist this little damzel in distress(pls note that you need to have the knowledge to help me in order to respond to this call) please do so as soon as humanly possible.
One of the "oh so important" topics which popped up was my wedding....not that i have any reason to plan one, but I am afterall a girl and i'm allowed to think of these things every now and again when talking to a friend over a couple of glases of wine.(ok, probably more than just a couple, but that's beside the point).
We came to the conclusion that not only would i have an unbelievably large number of guests but I would also have a little problem trying to decide who would be the person doing the actual ceremony...declaring me and *insert future husband name here* as married. I know too many preachers, pastors, dominees etc who have over the years built into my life. I'm having difficulty in choosing. You are of course the youngest and by far the most famous and good looking one of the lot......and I seriously want you there as more than just a guest....but getting everyone involved would just be a tad over the top me thinks.
so then my friend suddenly leapt off the couch and did a little victory twirl. IT hit her........you would sing THAT song as I walk down the aisle with my dadio. It would be perfect!!! You remember the one. The one you wrote and serenaded me with when we were at uni? The one about the Crescent moon being just for me. The one that almost caused me to go a little GAGA over you, one of my best friends.
Just imagine the settting. I'd have an evening wedding. I'll ensure that it's on a night where we'll have a perfect Crescent moon. Everybody sitting, waiting in anticipation for the beautiful bride to arrive. And then, everybody's hearts skip a beat. I suddenly arrive, looking almost unreal in the soft moonlight, and your gorgeous velvety voice starts singing about me being the bride and the Crescent moon being just for me. *sigh* it would be perfect!!!
After picturing the whole thing in my head and getting all excited while my friend outlined the details of the plan i could only foresee one single problem with it. The possiblity that I might actually turn to the groom, apologize, run to your side and beg you to marry me instead.
You're probably sitting there and shaking your blonde head at the scenario and wondering why on earth I'm telling you this aren't you? Well, to tell you the truth, I only wrote the letter to inform you that you will definitely be singing at my wedding. I'm not quite sure whether I'm gonna run the risk of actually letting you sing Crescent moon while i grace the guests with my presence, but you'll be singing nevertheless. So make a mental note!
I look forward to seeing you soon...and no, not at my wedding...just for a visit:)
Love
Ruby
P.S. If anybody is wondering why on earth I didn't insert the links where I indicated they should be, or why my spelling appears to be a bit odd.........my edit taskbar has disappeared, and I can't even go into html:( If anybody has the urge to assist this little damzel in distress(pls note that you need to have the knowledge to help me in order to respond to this call) please do so as soon as humanly possible.
Wednesday, March 26, 2008
Dear friend who discovered my blog
I suppose I couldn't keep it a secret forever....this little cyber world of mine. Somebody was bound to find it, innocently reading a letter and realising that the story is kind of similar to someone they know and getting the shock of your life when you realise the letters you've been reading, all correspond with what's been happening in one of your best friends' lives. So you did the decent thing and asked me if the letters were mine. And as we all know I’m a really, really bad liar.......so voila! One of my best friends has discovered my blog. Congratulations friendster!
I'm not going to ask you to keep the blog and the substance of my letters a secret. It might sound crazy, but by now I know you well enough to realise that you respect and love me too much to divulge this delicious bit of information to the rest of the world. I realise that there is no need to ask you, because you would never expose my private thoughts to anybody else, unless I told you to.
Initially the letter was only going to be a little note of welcome. A short little letter to invite you even further into the little world of Ruby and the people I’ve come to know during my time on blogger. But as I’m writing this I realise that I have so much that I would like to say to you that I might as well list some of them here:)
I'd like to thank you for being a good friend, a confidant, a shoulder to cry on, a soundboard to rant and rave at and a good hug giver:) Not only this, but you've given me the opportunity to help you, be there for you, give you advice, give positive criticism when necessary, be your shoulder to cry on and most of all become a close friend in the spiritual realm. The power of which should never be underestimated;)
Over the past year you and your husband have become really good friends of mine. You were one of the firsts to know about the whole Jack situation. And yes, your squeals of delight were much appreciated. You've had to keep more than one secret on my behalf, and I applaud you on doing so without fail.
I realise that as a friend I can sometimes be very harsh in giving advice and criticism. But you've always accepted it with a smile and tried to implement it in your life. Realising that it isn't given in a hurtful manner, but simply because I love you and I want the best for you.
If I had all day to write this letter I still wouldn't have enough time to tell you just how special you are. I do however realise that not all my blogger friends would appreciate a letter as long as that, so I’ll end it simply by saying that you are an awesome friend. I pray that we will be friends for many years to come and that we'll still have plenty of adventures to share.
Love
Ruby
I'm not going to ask you to keep the blog and the substance of my letters a secret. It might sound crazy, but by now I know you well enough to realise that you respect and love me too much to divulge this delicious bit of information to the rest of the world. I realise that there is no need to ask you, because you would never expose my private thoughts to anybody else, unless I told you to.
Initially the letter was only going to be a little note of welcome. A short little letter to invite you even further into the little world of Ruby and the people I’ve come to know during my time on blogger. But as I’m writing this I realise that I have so much that I would like to say to you that I might as well list some of them here:)
I'd like to thank you for being a good friend, a confidant, a shoulder to cry on, a soundboard to rant and rave at and a good hug giver:) Not only this, but you've given me the opportunity to help you, be there for you, give you advice, give positive criticism when necessary, be your shoulder to cry on and most of all become a close friend in the spiritual realm. The power of which should never be underestimated;)
Over the past year you and your husband have become really good friends of mine. You were one of the firsts to know about the whole Jack situation. And yes, your squeals of delight were much appreciated. You've had to keep more than one secret on my behalf, and I applaud you on doing so without fail.
I realise that as a friend I can sometimes be very harsh in giving advice and criticism. But you've always accepted it with a smile and tried to implement it in your life. Realising that it isn't given in a hurtful manner, but simply because I love you and I want the best for you.
If I had all day to write this letter I still wouldn't have enough time to tell you just how special you are. I do however realise that not all my blogger friends would appreciate a letter as long as that, so I’ll end it simply by saying that you are an awesome friend. I pray that we will be friends for many years to come and that we'll still have plenty of adventures to share.
Love
Ruby
Tuesday, March 18, 2008
Dear Dad
I'm writing this amid a violent storm of tears and a runny nose. I'm scared, and upset and worried all at the same time.
You've been sick for 2 weeks now. You've been to the doctor quite a few times, and every single time they've changed your medicine, but you just keep getting worse. I don't know quite how sick you were, because all I had to go by was the reports i got over the phone from you and mom...watered down of course, not to get your precious little princess worried and upset.
But this morning you you phoned me at 9. A weird time for you to phone, since you only bother me at work when there is some kind of an emergency. You said you had bad news. You guys were leaving home to drive the 500km's to Pretoria.........you had to book into the hospital by lunchtime. I tried my very best not to burst into tears. I'm trying to be strong for you daddy.
When you woke up this morning you felt so bad that you finally resorted in going back to the doctor for the umpteenth time. He got really worried and phoned the respiratory specialist in Pretoria.....he commanded you to be booked into his hospital by lunch. Nobody knows what's wrong, but you're only getting sicker, not better.
I know you're trying to be strong for mom's sake, for my sake, for my brother and sister-in-law who arrived from the states yesterday. But it's OK to be scared.....I am. It was so good picking the family up at the airport and seeing the two lovebirds after more than i year. I missed them more than i thought was possible and had to wipe a tear or two when they appeared. I had to deliver the bad news to them this morning.....i almost burst into tears talking to my bro. We were on our way to you guys tomorrow...now goodness knows what's going on.
I'll see mom tonight, and I'll try and come to the hospital tomorrow. Jack* has been an absolute sweetheart and phoned me the second he could. Worried about you but mostly worried about me. I cried about it for the first time. Telling him how scared and upset he was. He understood, he calmed me down and after hearing his voice for two seconds i felt better. I felt safe. And i knew it was OK to be vulnerable.....someone is there to take care of me.
I pray to God that you'll be OK, and that they'll be able to find out what's wrong. You'll always be my daddy dearest. I love you papa!
Your little princess
Ruby
You've been sick for 2 weeks now. You've been to the doctor quite a few times, and every single time they've changed your medicine, but you just keep getting worse. I don't know quite how sick you were, because all I had to go by was the reports i got over the phone from you and mom...watered down of course, not to get your precious little princess worried and upset.
But this morning you you phoned me at 9. A weird time for you to phone, since you only bother me at work when there is some kind of an emergency. You said you had bad news. You guys were leaving home to drive the 500km's to Pretoria.........you had to book into the hospital by lunchtime. I tried my very best not to burst into tears. I'm trying to be strong for you daddy.
When you woke up this morning you felt so bad that you finally resorted in going back to the doctor for the umpteenth time. He got really worried and phoned the respiratory specialist in Pretoria.....he commanded you to be booked into his hospital by lunch. Nobody knows what's wrong, but you're only getting sicker, not better.
I know you're trying to be strong for mom's sake, for my sake, for my brother and sister-in-law who arrived from the states yesterday. But it's OK to be scared.....I am. It was so good picking the family up at the airport and seeing the two lovebirds after more than i year. I missed them more than i thought was possible and had to wipe a tear or two when they appeared. I had to deliver the bad news to them this morning.....i almost burst into tears talking to my bro. We were on our way to you guys tomorrow...now goodness knows what's going on.
I'll see mom tonight, and I'll try and come to the hospital tomorrow. Jack* has been an absolute sweetheart and phoned me the second he could. Worried about you but mostly worried about me. I cried about it for the first time. Telling him how scared and upset he was. He understood, he calmed me down and after hearing his voice for two seconds i felt better. I felt safe. And i knew it was OK to be vulnerable.....someone is there to take care of me.
I pray to God that you'll be OK, and that they'll be able to find out what's wrong. You'll always be my daddy dearest. I love you papa!
Your little princess
Ruby
*Shortened version of Hijacker:)
Tuesday, March 11, 2008
Dear Spineless critters who call themselves my slaves
That's it! I've had enough. Yes, you are my responsibility, yes, I am your direct boss, yes, I am here to help you when you need to ask a question......but hell!
You are now second year clerks. You should be able to do quite a few things on your own. I shouldn't have to go through everything you do with a fine comb, send it back to fix 12 times and eventually end up fixing it myself because it's just taking too long. I shouldn't be wasting my precious time on silly little clients whose bills aren't large enough to cover even one hour spent on it by me....that's what you are for...cheap labour.
I've done my share. I've spent 3 years living underneath the breadline in order to qualify. I've worked myself to death in order to sit at this here desk and be the mini boss........i did not do it so I could spend all my time doing your work.
I'm so tired it's not even funny. Working 11 and a half hours every single day is not fun, and certainly not fair. I'm here at 7 every day and i only leave at half past 6...if I'm really lucky. My poor little "Jack" is suffering from a lack of attention due to the fact that I'm always working and always thinking of work. The boss and I had a fight the other day because of your inability to do work which should be done by a first year clerk. I have had enough!
From now on you will do as you are told. You will actually listen to me when i tell you to do something. I couldn't care less about the fact that due to your culture you find it hard to take orders from a lady, one who is younger than yourself, or someone from a different culture. I was employed to do a job, and i will do so.....even if i have to stand behind you whip in hand.(come now boys...no pictures of little ruby standing in leathers with whip in hand....this is serious stuff)
The list of offenses in my little book is growing nicely and soon enough I'll have enough to create a nice little disciplinary. And I swear, from there onwards it will be all downhill. Take me to the CCMA, to whom ever you like. I have enough proof to sink you and get you thrown out of the profession for ever!
So this is just a little note to warn you guys to stay on your toes, look behind you and be afraid. I may be sweet little Ruby, but even really nice people are allowed to become mean when necessary.
Now get back to work!
Regards
Mini-boss Ruby
You are now second year clerks. You should be able to do quite a few things on your own. I shouldn't have to go through everything you do with a fine comb, send it back to fix 12 times and eventually end up fixing it myself because it's just taking too long. I shouldn't be wasting my precious time on silly little clients whose bills aren't large enough to cover even one hour spent on it by me....that's what you are for...cheap labour.
I've done my share. I've spent 3 years living underneath the breadline in order to qualify. I've worked myself to death in order to sit at this here desk and be the mini boss........i did not do it so I could spend all my time doing your work.
I'm so tired it's not even funny. Working 11 and a half hours every single day is not fun, and certainly not fair. I'm here at 7 every day and i only leave at half past 6...if I'm really lucky. My poor little "Jack" is suffering from a lack of attention due to the fact that I'm always working and always thinking of work. The boss and I had a fight the other day because of your inability to do work which should be done by a first year clerk. I have had enough!
From now on you will do as you are told. You will actually listen to me when i tell you to do something. I couldn't care less about the fact that due to your culture you find it hard to take orders from a lady, one who is younger than yourself, or someone from a different culture. I was employed to do a job, and i will do so.....even if i have to stand behind you whip in hand.(come now boys...no pictures of little ruby standing in leathers with whip in hand....this is serious stuff)
The list of offenses in my little book is growing nicely and soon enough I'll have enough to create a nice little disciplinary. And I swear, from there onwards it will be all downhill. Take me to the CCMA, to whom ever you like. I have enough proof to sink you and get you thrown out of the profession for ever!
So this is just a little note to warn you guys to stay on your toes, look behind you and be afraid. I may be sweet little Ruby, but even really nice people are allowed to become mean when necessary.
Now get back to work!
Regards
Mini-boss Ruby
Sunday, March 2, 2008
Dear Hijacker
The past two weeks have been such a whirlwind time that I've hardly had time to eat, sleep or even think. Since you ever so carefully bulldozed you way into my perfectly organized life, everything has changed, and tonight for the first time I have the time to just sit down and analyze...something i usually do constantly. If the letter is a bit jumbled and confusing, please bear with me. I'm trying to focus, trying to figure out what the hell is going on...trying to make sense of the situation.
We've been friends for months, and never, not even once have i considered the possibility that your little mind was steering our friendship in a completely different direction. Then, two weeks ago, you practically invited yourself to dinner. We had a fabulous time and to my absolute astonishment it was 3 o'clock by the time you finally decided to leave. I never even noticed what time it was....i had trouble sleeping and was amazed at how comfortable it was to have you around.
Since then I've seen you every single day. I've sms'd you a thousand times, answered your ring tone even more than that and found myself thinking of you more than i felt comfortable to admit.
Our first kiss was gentle and passionate, but a complete surprise. You had manged to catch me completely off guard....not something easily achieved. And even more surprising was the fact that this unexpectedness didn't bother me at all.
I have no idea where all of this is going. I'm freaked out by the fact that I'm allowing you to bulldoze your way into my life. I'm freaked out by my reaction to all of this. But most of all i think I'm freaked out by the fact that I've just realised that I'm falling for you. Hard! I haven't' fallen in love with you, but as i sit here reading this letter i realise that I'm probably heading in that direction....it scares the shit out of me.
Our "relationship", or whatever you would like to call it, has a different twist to it, and even though i won't talk about it, I can't deny that this specific part of your history scares me. I'm grateful for the fact that your realise i have a slight issue with this, and that you've been trying your best to make it easy for me.
Last night was the first day in two weeks that i didn't see you. I missed you.....and that scared me. I felt unsure of myself, which is not something which happens all too often. And I'm upset with myself for this reaction. You wouldn't be phoning me 200 times a day if you didn't wanna spend time with me.....i decided to stop feeling sorry for myself and spent some time with the girlies. It was good, but not the same as spending time with you. I'd rather see you ever day......shocking, i know!
I don't know if it will work out, or whether all of this is just for fun. I'm confused as hell, but most of all I'm having fun. I enjoy your company, you quick wit, your hand on the small of my back when no one else is watching. The stolen kisses and the light touch of you hand on my arm.
I've made a decision while writing this letter. I'm usually the over thinker, the too rational person, the over analyzer, and the one who doesn't risk her heart, because she's been hurt too many times. The one who'd rather not love at all than have her heart broken. It stops right here. No more!
You make me happy. You make me feel excited about the most mundane little tasks. The thought of you makes me feel like I've slept for hours, even though I've probably only slept about 12 hours in 2 weeks. You're the one that makes me feel special for wanting to kill the client whose practically harassing me. The one who makes me feel all silly, and blushy and like I'm a teenager again. I've decided to risk it.
I don't know what the future holds for us, and whether we'll even make it to a proper relationship...but I've also decided that it doesn't matter. That i have to start living and loving the here and now....even if it means that i might get hurt in the process.
I realise that this letter is all "deurmekaar", mushy and stupid. But it has helped me focus, it's helped me make a decision..........it's helped me realise that I really like you you little clown! Be gentle with this little heart of mine. It's not given easily and not without a lot of thought and consideration for what might happen. But I'm willing to take the risk and i'm hoping you are too.
Hugs and kisses
Ruby
We've been friends for months, and never, not even once have i considered the possibility that your little mind was steering our friendship in a completely different direction. Then, two weeks ago, you practically invited yourself to dinner. We had a fabulous time and to my absolute astonishment it was 3 o'clock by the time you finally decided to leave. I never even noticed what time it was....i had trouble sleeping and was amazed at how comfortable it was to have you around.
Since then I've seen you every single day. I've sms'd you a thousand times, answered your ring tone even more than that and found myself thinking of you more than i felt comfortable to admit.
Our first kiss was gentle and passionate, but a complete surprise. You had manged to catch me completely off guard....not something easily achieved. And even more surprising was the fact that this unexpectedness didn't bother me at all.
I have no idea where all of this is going. I'm freaked out by the fact that I'm allowing you to bulldoze your way into my life. I'm freaked out by my reaction to all of this. But most of all i think I'm freaked out by the fact that I've just realised that I'm falling for you. Hard! I haven't' fallen in love with you, but as i sit here reading this letter i realise that I'm probably heading in that direction....it scares the shit out of me.
Our "relationship", or whatever you would like to call it, has a different twist to it, and even though i won't talk about it, I can't deny that this specific part of your history scares me. I'm grateful for the fact that your realise i have a slight issue with this, and that you've been trying your best to make it easy for me.
Last night was the first day in two weeks that i didn't see you. I missed you.....and that scared me. I felt unsure of myself, which is not something which happens all too often. And I'm upset with myself for this reaction. You wouldn't be phoning me 200 times a day if you didn't wanna spend time with me.....i decided to stop feeling sorry for myself and spent some time with the girlies. It was good, but not the same as spending time with you. I'd rather see you ever day......shocking, i know!
I don't know if it will work out, or whether all of this is just for fun. I'm confused as hell, but most of all I'm having fun. I enjoy your company, you quick wit, your hand on the small of my back when no one else is watching. The stolen kisses and the light touch of you hand on my arm.
I've made a decision while writing this letter. I'm usually the over thinker, the too rational person, the over analyzer, and the one who doesn't risk her heart, because she's been hurt too many times. The one who'd rather not love at all than have her heart broken. It stops right here. No more!
You make me happy. You make me feel excited about the most mundane little tasks. The thought of you makes me feel like I've slept for hours, even though I've probably only slept about 12 hours in 2 weeks. You're the one that makes me feel special for wanting to kill the client whose practically harassing me. The one who makes me feel all silly, and blushy and like I'm a teenager again. I've decided to risk it.
I don't know what the future holds for us, and whether we'll even make it to a proper relationship...but I've also decided that it doesn't matter. That i have to start living and loving the here and now....even if it means that i might get hurt in the process.
I realise that this letter is all "deurmekaar", mushy and stupid. But it has helped me focus, it's helped me make a decision..........it's helped me realise that I really like you you little clown! Be gentle with this little heart of mine. It's not given easily and not without a lot of thought and consideration for what might happen. But I'm willing to take the risk and i'm hoping you are too.
Hugs and kisses
Ruby
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