I have been looking high and low for a picture of Logan and I when he was a baby. It is a picture of him and I laying on the couch gazing into the camera. It is the kind of pose I am trying to duplicate with Oli now, 6 years later.
When the whole Pinterest “thing” made it’s appearance on the web, I wasn’t the least bit impressed. I mean with facebook, blogging, tweeting, tumblr, linkedin, photobucket and flickr accounts, do I honestly want to add another account to my extensive collection? The answer was simple – definitely not!
After clicking on a link from twitter to Pinterest, I was forced to really have at look at what it really entails. I have to admit I am impressed! I may even form my new addition!
What I will say, is that requesting and actually having to wait (give or take 5 hours) for an invitation isn’t as impressing – it is downright cruel.
If you are wondering what I am on about and or what to follow me, click on the following link to my Pinterest account
When I started studying in 2008 I was motivated. I was determined to be different, to show the world that even though I fell pregnant at a very young age, that I can accomplish anything I set my mind to. I told myself that I needed to work extra hard as a single mom to provide Logan with everything other couples with their planned pregnancies, steady careers and settled lives can provide their babies with.
I was determined to lead by example and teach Logan what it means to work for what you want and how to succeed.
When I wrote my exam this morning, I was thinking of that. The truth is, this year has been hectic. It has been an awesome year for us as a family. But I have neglected my studies this year and that is okay, as long as I can find that spark of motivation again. The scary part is, I need a new reason to study – the old “show the world single moms rock” isn’t my mission statement any longer.
The real question is, what is the new mission statement when it comes to studying?
Impossible! But maybe the bitching session is just what I need!
For some reason UNISA honestly thought closing their call centre will better the communication between them and the general public. In the perfect world I can really see how this will work, however not even while dreaming at night, in my deepest darkest subconscience is the world perfect.
In the beginning of the year I registered for 3 subjects, shortly after the registration I found out I was pregnant – first trimester + commuting to Joburg on a daily basis = completely useless. I realized very quickly that my enrollment was a mistake and looked at possible solutions:
Option 1: Carry on in my lazy ways and fail all 3 modules and waste all monies spend (and not yet spent because I hadn’t purchased any textbooks/ software)
Option 2: Request special permission to write the needed exams in the second semester, allowing me more time to prepare for the needed exams, by pro-actively working through the said modules.
Option 3: Getting the above permission and worrying about the rest later – as long as I can sleep when my tried commuted ass arrives home and be miserable while coping with the lovely myth called morning sickness.
Wish I would say I did the sensible thing and chose option 2 instead of option 3, but lets be realistic! To make a long story short (er), I was allowed to write my exams now (as in a couple of weeks time). This was followed by a lovely letter from UNISA advising me that I will need to complete a minimum of 4 modules in this year, alternatively I will need to complete additional modules next year to continue my incompetence, lack of educational competence – who remembers wording? Yet it boils down to doing some “extra work” to get you back on track because obviously you are stupid!
As you can imagine this had me, just a slightly pissed off, but Model A student that I am, I went and enrolled myself for 1 additional module. Naturally all of this had to happen to me just as UNISA decided to
improve disable all forms of communication will students by closing the call centre.
The result is as follow:
After months of communicating with UNISA – via sms and email (okay, okay – 1 sms and 1 email), my enrollment for the additional module was cancelled and my registration was reinstalled for the supplementary exams.
Because of my very pregnant current state and the fact that I am a bit worried about the 3 exams I will be writing in a little over a month, I will let the let the cancellation of the module go. I am very forgiving and understanding in that way. However (and I will probably need to go and find a person to scream at – in person) if the make me do the additional-I-am-stupid-modules, all hell will be lose!
P.S. Now that I have that off my chest, I may return to my books and prepare (like the Model A student I am) for my 3 exams. Wish me luck!
P.P.S. Maybe just run to the loo for the millionth time to empty my bladder first.
It was my birthday, the other day. My aunt in Cape Town sent me the above quote and it had me in tears instantly.
It really is the kind of quote you find comfort in, the kind of quote that leaves you grateful for everything you’ve managed to worked and fought through. And content with where you are at.
I am so pleased to say, I am so exciting for the coming months and years and I am so grateful for the journey that has lead me here.
With the start of winter around the corner, getting sick has been something that I have been worrying about a bit. I don’t get sick very often, however when I do get sick, I tend to get very sick.
Needless to say when I started with a runny nose on Thursday last week, I followed every precaution I could, by going to the pharmasist on the way home from work. I was recommended to use Iliadin Nasal Spray. From Logan’s baby years I can remember the stuff being truly awful and I could only count my lucky stars that I could only use it for a maximum of 5 days. Luckily it also works very well, by the end of the weekend I started feeling more like myself!
Tuesday, however left me with some more worries as my chest started scratching. Having no energy to deal with a full blown cold and I decided to call in sick at work. The gynae prescribed some general flu medicines and it seemed to do the job well enough. so much so that I found myself back at work on Wednesday. I seemed to be doing okay, however the workload and the lack of any kind of break obviously didn’t do me any good.
By Thursday my throat was so swollen and sore to the point that K demanded I stay at home. Unfortunately with all the things pending on my table at work, I made a compromise: I will go to work as long as I go to the doctor during the course of the day. This was probably the best compromise I have made in a long time, if I hadn’t, I would probably have been at work the whole day.
The doctor diagnosed me with tonsillitis, gave me some antibiotics and ordered me to bed. The past 24 hours have been pure torture, I couldn’t eat. I was dying of thirst but as soon as I had a sip of anything I couldn’t swallow. So instead I slept. And then I slept some more until eventually somewhere around this afternoon I woke up and manage to drink some juice.
I feel a whole lot better. Not 100 percent yet, but a lot more human than I have felt in days. I am so grateful for the weekend and the chance to rest some more!
Happy weekend :)
When it comes to my own content I am sure stealing and cheating can be deemed, okay! So I have taken the content of my own blog, Lettice and Lu, that what is relevant and a part of my present. Along with the content in my silly little adventure where I could call myself a pig** and combined it, here, in a new home.
Lettice Family is where I am comfortable writing about my day to day. The drama and the suspense, that wins me awards (okay only blog awards), the excitement of new things and new experiences. And the things I need to write about to keep me sain!
I deem you welcome, please make yourself home, in my new little home in the web :)
** I have to add that one thing from my “silly little adventure” will most definitely stick and that is the term Beefmaster. Not that I know how the Beefmaster/ Kobus will feel about it! **
P.S. It feels like home comes a long way with me and somehow it always seems to creep into whatever use I can find it (conscious or subconsciously). Follow the link if you don’t believe me!