Saturday, October 13, 2007

The Lady Hooligan on Bends in the Road

I had the dubious privilege of driving home from a friend’s place in Randburg some time ago. Dubious, yes, because it was dark, but a privilege, because it gave me time to really concentrate on the road, and think about my driving…

From Randburg to Olifant’s Neck I had to take a very windy, bendy road… It was also a road with very little traffic, so if I landed in trouble, help would not be quick to arrive…

My father passed away before I got my drivers’ licence, but he told me one thing about driving around bends. DO NOT BRAKE IN A TURN – turn the wheel into the direction you want to go, and step on the gas! I have learnt this same technique when I already had my licence, drove through a big puddle of water, and my car started to skid!

Being me, I looked for an application of this in life. And found it!

When faced with difficulties in life, it’s easy to concentrate on the situation you’re in, instead of focusing on where you’re ultimately heading. And when you land in a tight spot and feel you’re losing control, all you need to do is to find the place you want to be in, and pick up the pace towards it, even if it means a radical direction change.

It works that way in driving, and it works that way in life!

Saturday, September 15, 2007

The Lady Hooligan on Sleeping with Men – or not!

I had a refreshing experience last night. Despite the fact that I had first cum (sic) across the man on an Internet dating site, and we had arranged for him to sleep over on his first visit (!!!), we had both concluded that there was no sexual spark whatsoever between us!

Which would not have been so amazing if it weren’t for the fact that Andrew is one of the most handsome men I had ever lain my eyes on… And well-mannered to boot! That’s besides being well-read and just fun to be with!

Someone to watch tv with on a Saturday night, and spend hours talking on the merits of Tolkien’s work… And giving hugs and not feeling any pressure at all! I’d never thought I’d say this on the Net, but I rather liked that feeling. Of “safeness” with a man! And no, he’s not gay, so it definitely isn’t that!

Last night we said good night, each to our own bed. We woke up at the same time this morning and had coffee together… He invited me to his place for a weekend if I ever needed to chill! A farm house out near Potgietersrus (or whatever it’s called these days!) in Limpopo, with enough space for a small army!

I think I’ll take him up on that offer some time…

Saturday, September 1, 2007

The Lady Hooligan on Networking

The concept of networking is as old as man itself with cavemen letting their neighbours know where to hunt the best meat and then hunting together. And by design, a networking system is not malicious at all, because it is in everyone’s best interest if a team reaches its goals… And one gets to develop as a person, which is a bonus anyway!

I have joined a networking company two years ago. Why? Because the company is financially sound (!!!), has good products, wonderful people and has lived up to its promises. However, it is very, very interesting to see how people back away once I mention its name (I’m not going to use it here – this is not advertising!). This, to me, is extremely ironic, because my “regular work” is regarded with the utmost respect, despite the fact that my position may be redundant in a few years’ time, due to the advancement of technology.

Maybe it’s just a fear of the unknown that keeps people from exploring the full potential of networking as a marketing tool, or maybe they keep themselves ignorant in the hope that this is just another fad that will pass them by.

To me, the networking industry has had other spin-offs, not always related to “selling”… To start with, I have finally found out who I am deep inside and have made peace with the part of me that is essentially ME. Yes, other parts need polishing and pruning and cutting, but that’s all to let my inner essence shine through. And because I have developed this sense of self-worth, I no longer let myself be trampled upon by bosses, colleagues and so-called “friends”. By the same token, I have come to recognise that I also have the tendency to be abusive, albeit not always intentionally, nor maliciously.

I’m leaving for a business seminar in a few minutes, and I sincerely wish that I could bring every reader of this note along with me. Not to “sell” them on anything, but to give them a peak into my world as well. And maybe they’ll wonder why people in other “respectable” positions choose to get involved, and it’ll make them think…

Friday, August 31, 2007

The Lady Hooligan on Cellphone Thieves... among others!

I had the dubious privilege of being relieved of my cell phone last month. And while I’m not too stressed about the phone itself (although it was a fancy piece of electronics!), I’ll always regret the loss of the numbers, photos and sms’s that I have not downloaded to my PC in time…

What irks me the most, however, is the principle of the matter. The phone was mine!!! It’s not as if I got it for free, myself! And the thief definitely did not take into account the amount of frustration he (assuming he’s male!) caused by almost costing me a dinner date! (Thanks for logging in to MSN, Doc!)

Anyway, I have a lot to be thankful for. This loss was exactly what I needed to sort out my communication system, and for a few R’s more, I now have a brand new notebook PC, along with a data connection. So all’s well that ends well.

It is interesting to note, however, that more and more South Africans are becoming victims of crime (both petty and serious) and that we’re all – regardless of race or creed – becoming increasingly gatvol of the circumstances in which we find ourselves. So much so that the security industry is experiencing a boom! Everyone wants the latest TOTR security system with cameras and infra-red and gadgets and whatsits and bells and whistles up to the roof! And we spend our days worrying about our loved ones and our possessions and live in fear and in isolation while the criminal element rules the streets.

I wonder if I could challenge all of us to think of some way to turn this tide back to the cesspool from which it sprung. Would be interesting to see what cruel and unusual solutions we come up with.

Thursday, August 30, 2007

The Lady Hooligan on Succulence

I have recently bought myself the book Succulent Wild Women, written and drawn by SARK. AND read it in one go! But now I have started again, from the very beginning, and am reading it bit by bit…

After 30 and ¾ years I have finally realised that I am a starved Succulent Woman, waiting to break out! For all my life, I have been subjected to, and formed by, my perceptions of other peoples’ opinions… And in this case, many falsehoods do not add up to one truth… Instead, I have created a totally warped self-image and hurt myself incredibly badly with negative self-talk and simply by taking other people to heart…

So in many ways, I have reached the proverbial cross-roads in my life. This is where Blues singers are professed to sell their immortal souls to the Devil, but also where serious life-altering decisions are made.

My decisions are clear now. There are many people whom I shall be weeding from my life, subscriptions cancelled and associations broken off. There are many new paths to follow and some to run from as fast as I can. And all the way, it’ll be by my choice, not by brute force, or because I am afraid of what others will think of me…

Case in point is the gemstones I have recently bought myself. They did not cost me an exorbitant amount of money, although they are worth thousands, but in symbolism they are totally priceless. I have designed myself a ring around the one ruby, which should also work out rather cheaply. (I shall be supplying the gemstones and most of the gold!)

That ring will become my engagement ring. I shall pledge my troth (I had to look up this expression!) to my inner self, the woman I know I am destined to be, and promise to honour and cherish her, respect and adore her and forsake all others, till death us do part… For once, opinions won’t matter, because I have finally found a cause big enough…

And now that I have found my travelling companion, I simply can’t wait to start on this journey!

Wednesday, August 29, 2007

The Lady Hooligan on cheap jewellery…

I have recently lost my cellular phone to the more criminal element of our society… That was a disaster, as I have lost many numbers with it, but also a blessing in disguise.

In my quest to replace the phone, I found an online auction site. There were many cell phones on offer, some even better than the one I had, but sadly, most beyond my price range. However, I noticed that Wednesdays were cheap auction days, with very, very low starting prices, and hoped that I could find something then…

The first Wednesday, I logged on early, only to find that the auction had already begun and that no decent phones were left within my price range… Those that were, were either outdated or not fancy enough… Frustrated, I decided to browse through other sections of the “Sale”…

It was then that I saw that there were many gemstones on offer… There were some very expensive diamonds, but also rubies and other coloured stones at less exorbitant prices. So I decided to wager a bid… or two!

And then I got an e-mail to say that my first bid had won. At half the amount that I was willing to pay! I was now the owner of almost 1 carat’s worth of ruby! And not long after that, I heard that I had won the second gemstone, too!

Now I have two rubies. I am going to have the one set into a ring, and the other into a pendant... Can’t wait to show my friends how cheaply one can look really, really beautiful!

Sunday, August 12, 2007

The Lady Hooligan on Sugar Daddies

Recently, this one decided that she wanted to be a kept mistress, and promptly submitted an ad on a few websites to that effect. The response was disappointing...

Men don't seem to keep mistresses any more, in this day and age where divorce is easy and less stigmatic... It's a real pity...

The idea of being a kept mistress comes from me reading "Fanny Hill" way back when... Yes, I know it's a classical pornographic work, but in many ways it romanticises the oldest profession... And being a kept mistress would have been joining in the ranks of so many wild women... or so I thought, anyway... But then I don't know if I would be able to handle being at the beck and call of a man... Maybe...

Anyway, since I didn't get any responses, I withdrew most of my profiles... It's a pity that I won't find out if I was ever mistress material...