Divine intervention

So, I refer to my “friend-zone” post from last week… between you and me, I was ranting… I think I was just a little sick and tired of being used as an agony aunt by a certain “potential” beau. The man who only seems to contact me when he needs someone to listen.

This morning in church, I give you a guess what a part of the service was about?


Yes… can you believe it? Divine intervention.

I did feel very guilty about my rant… because a true friend listens and assist where they can. The only thing is that it is a two-way street and should be 100% from both sides.

So, I have given it some thought… AGAIN!

My decision is: I will be a good friend to the people who deserve it!

Have a happy Sunday further.



Oh boy… I am always in the friend-zone!

So I am sure that you have heard the term “friend-zoned”?

Yes? Great stuff.

No? Then let us look at a quick definition:

Friendzoned definition

Please note, it isn’t only girls that friend-zone boys, but boys friend-zone girls too!

Well, I have recently realised something about myself and it is not really a good thing and not something to brag about, but I need to get this out of my system, because like any addict you have to admit that you have a problem, right? And let’s face it, my blog is all about random thoughts in my head and well, maybe my way of therapy but…

I have had a look over my relationships from school to varisty to adulthood and realised that in all my relationships I have ALWAYS ended up as the “friend” and in a few I have been the “rebound” chick.

Oh the SHOCK and HORROR!

So, why do you call yourself the “friend” or “rebound chick” Kat?

Well, shall we start with the Greek? I dated him for six months and in all that time, we had fun, went on dates, met the parents, held hands but we never seemed to take it further, we seemed to be too comfortable around one another. Anyways, we only ever kissed once and that spark just wasn’t there. To me, that is a friendship… please note that I am not calling it a relationship, because in a relationship, you get some kissing and bonuses.

So, on further anaylis of my relationships/dating life, I have noticed that I also seem to date men who have been extremely hurt in a previous relationships in their life. They then carry around a lot of baggage and normally don’t trust women, because of their previous experiences. I know I said once before that I know I won’t find a beau without baggage, remember that post?

Spirit Science

But, the question I have to start asking myself is: Is the beau using me as the Agony Aunt (AA) or does he actually see potential for a relationship to develop? It normally ends up being the AA and that is not very charming… I normally don’t have sympathy in situations like that, especially when I care for a person and they tell me what the “ex” said or did.  It is there that I would like to tell a potential beau to grow some balls and tell the ex to go fly off on her broom… however, the nice person inside of me doesn’t allow for me to say that.

I once had a conversation with a man who was complaining first about his ex-wife and then his ex-girlfriend. Oh and then proceeded to tell me, that he would never settle down again, unless a really great woman comes along. Great stuff dude, but with an all your issues, you won’t notice it when you have met that great woman…. even if she stood butt naked in front of you holding a banner saying that she loves you warts and all.

I found this image online and thought that it made a lot of sense:


So, this is a trend that I have spotted. How to stop it? Well, I haven’t given it that much thought… yet.  I do think that I should follow the advice in the above picture. Make no mistake, it should be a VERY interesting ride ahead.

Wish me luck!


Day nine: Seven things that frighten/scare you in life

Yes, I know that this is still challenge is still outstanding. Maybe I should have called this the 15 week or month challenge instead? LOL! I thought it would be best to get this done, so I will try my best to get this finished within the next week or two.

Here goes: Seven things that frighten/scare you in life (some of these can be silly I guess, but it made it onto the list).

  1. Being tied up and being forced to listen to Justin Bieber or One Direction songs all day. *gag*
  2. Mice, rats, hamsters, any rodent in fact. Strange how I am not scared of spiders or lizards or worms or moths but I completely freak out when I see a mouse, a rat or a hamster. In fact any rodent freaks me out.
  3. Being in a car accident and not being able to get out of the car.
  4. Horror movies. I am not a fan of those.
  5. Being physically/sexually abused or being raped, which let’s face it, is a possibility in our country, especially with the high rape statistics.
  6. Never falling in love. I think I have mentioned this before… I have never been in love and I guess it frightens me that I will never know what it feels like.
  7. Losing my senses and not being able to express myself.

So there you have it… the things that frighten/scare me in life.

Have a good Friday further.


Happy birthday to you Cutie Pie!

You are a whole five years old today! Congratulations my girl. You have grown so much and turned into a real little lady and I am so proud of you. I know I tease you and call you a “silly billy” at times, but you know what? You and Noodle are my “silly billies” and you two are very special to me. I know you love Anna and Elsa and I love how you sing all the songs to the movie… not to mention how you act out every movie you watch when you think no one is watching. There is never a dull moment when you are around and that’s what makes it so much fun when you come visit. I love how excited you get when you come to sleep over at our house and how you always smile when you see me. How you still call me “Tickty” even though you can say “Kitty”. I just want to thank you for your love and laughter.

Have a happy day and have a lovely time at your party tomorrow! 🙂



Cutie Pie Birthday


Life, love and everything else (part 1)

You know, I have been writing this post in my head for a while now… and well… I need to get this out of my head, so I have decided to put my thoughts on paper… virtual paper, but you get the idea.

Firstly, I must apologise, this is a bit of a long post, hence why I have split it into a few separate posts.

I said previously that 2014 would be my year, and yes, to an extent it has been a great one so far. With hard work and dedication, I was promoted at work, family life has been good, I have lost a whole eight (8) kilograms and still losing as we speak, due to the fact that I haven’t reached my goal weight… yet.

I have thrived and yet, something is missing…

Yes, I know, the past few years, life has been all about work, studying, life around me and well, I haven’t given much thought to relationships, but now I am…. and let me just add in that sentence…. that this is NOT my biological clock ticking or making me aware of things. It is something I have picked up on, most probably because all the other areas in my life are settling down.

I have come to realise that at the age of 30, I would like to have someone around to enjoy life with, a partner of sorts, and I have gone out seeking a possible beau…


*with possible kissing or more? *wink wink*

The world around you

My Nieces

So, this weekend the girlies (Cutie Pie and Noodle) came over to visit. Actually as I mentioned before, Biker Man and Wifey wanted to go on a breakfast run. Now, Biker Man said that the breakfast run would be till 11:30, however, that was not the case… I received a call from my beloved brother at 15:00 and was asked to drop the girlies off at home by 16:00. Luckily I have a key to his house and a remote for the gate, or else we would have waited till almost 16:30 before they got home. *face palm*

Anyways that is not the point of my post…

Biker Man and Wifey brought the girlies to us and stayed to braai. Rugby Man couldn’t make it cause he is on his Annual Rugby Trip in Hoedspruit and The Cop is on a course. Anyways, so Biker Man was asking about my new job, the possible new car I am looking to buy at the end of the year (he was already giving me advice about what to look out for…. just like a big brother should 😉 ) and he seemed genuinely interested in my life. It was a good evening.

Anyways, the point of my post is that after this weekend, I officially love the way kids look at the world.

I love their views and their attitudes towards the world around us and I love how genuine and true they are. I think it is a pity that as we grow up, we loose that “genuineness” along the way. Yes, I know, when we grow up we see many things that influence our lives. We end up being hurt and disappointed by the people around us but do we really have to lose that child like wonder and imagination?

I love that my nieces don’t judge a me as a person. They don’t care if I am dressed in the latest fashion or if my hair is long or short or up or down or pink or blue. They don’t care what I look like (body wise) or if I have a zit on my face or not. They aren’t fussed about thematerial things that I can offer them. It doesn’t that matter to them.

What does matter is that I am there for them. That I talk to them, read to them, sing with them, chase them around the house and tickle them. They love me for me and they trust that I will never let anyone hurt them. They know I will fight for them in any situation. That kind of love is genuine and I thank God everyday that I can experience it through them. It gives a person hope that not everything in the world is bad.

It turns out that I am allowed to feel so fiercely about the girlies. My brother said that if anything happens to him and Wifey, that the girlies will stay with me. My Mom will obviously have to help cause lets face it, there is still a lot to learn. So, it is official… I am considered their guardian. What a responsibility to have and what an honour, that my brother and wifey trust me so much.

Anyways, so that’s my musing for today.
Have a happy Wednesday.

What kind of man are you looking for?

I received this in an e-mail today, and I thought it was very appropriate. I thought I’d share it here.

Hope you are having a great Wednesday. 🙂


In a brief conversation, a man asked a woman he was pursuing the question:

“What kind of man are you looking for?”

She sat quietly for a moment before looking him in the eye and asked him:

“Do you really want to know?”

Reluctantly, he said: “Yes”.

She began to explain,

“As a woman in this day and age, I am in a position to ask a man what you can do for me that I can’t do for myself. I pay my own bills. I take care of my household without the help of any man… or woman for that matter.

I am in the position to ask, ‘What can you bring to the table?’”

The man looked at her. Clearly he thought that she was referring to money.

She quickly corrected his thought and stated:
“I am not referring to money. I need something more. I need a man who is striving for excellence in every aspect of life”.

He sat back in his chair, folded his arms and asked her to explain.

She said:

“I need someone who is striving for excellence mentally because I need conversation and mental stimulation. I don’t need a simple-minded man.

I need someone who is striving for excellence spiritually because I don’t need to be unequally provoked… believers mixed with unbelievers is a recipe for disaster.

I need a man who is striving for excellence financially because I don’t need a financial burden.

I need someone who is sensitive enough to understand what I go through as a woman, but strong enough to keep me grounded.

I need someone who has integrity in dealing with relationships.  Lies and game-playing are not my idea of a strong man.

I need a man who is family-oriented. One who can be the leader, priest and provider to the lives entrusted to him by God.

I need someone whom I can respect… In order to be submissive, I must respect him.  I cannot be submissive to a man who isn’t taking care of his business. I have no problem being submissive…he just has to be worthy.

And by the way, I am not looking for him…He will find me. He will recognise himself in me.  He may not be able to explain the connection, but he will always be drawn to me.  God made woman to be a help-mate for man. I can’t help a man if he can’t help himself.”

When she finished her spill, she looked at him.

He sat there with a puzzled look on his face. He said, “You are asking a lot”.

She replied, “I’m worth a lot”.