Let The Good Times Roll…

Wooo hooo, finally it is here, the day I thought would never come. It is the last working day of the year and what a year it has been. One rollercoaster ride with many ups, downs and a few loop-de-loops, but here I am in one piece to tell the tale.

As of tomorrow, well maybe this afternoon, it’s all about good people, good times and good champagne, mixed with lots of fun in the sun and most definitely much relaxing.

Normally around this time, Pop Tart, Crazii and I would be finding any excuse to have a party or celebration including a pre Christmas party party. However this year as we are scattered around the world we will have to start some new traditions with some fabulous new friends I've made along the way, but ones that will always include a toast or two to traditions past.

Clark Kent and I have already kicked things off by totally embracing the Christmas spirit, Christmas tree, check
Flashing lights, check
Santa hats, check
Loads of crackers, check
Presents, check
Lots of champagne, check
Playing tourist in our own Country, check
Next, Christmas music…
And that’s just the beginning, I have a feeling this is going to be one super duper Christmas…

But for now I’d like to wish everyone out there a Very Merry Christmas!


~ Be safe and be merry! ~

TOP GEAR - BREAKING NEWS!

WARNING: DO NOT READ IF YOU CAN’T HANDLE THE TRUTH…

Today Pop Tart sent me a link, which delivered crushing news… which was met with a great mix of emotions… the true identity of The Stig has been unveiled, or so it seems.

I have been a long time fan of the great British TV show TOP GEAR, and was super lucky enough to have won tickets to the TOP GEAR LIVE show in Cape Town earlier this year. Which was totally awesome and a dream come true!

As a fanatical F1 supporter, I watched in disbelief when they unveiled Michael Schumacher, as the Stig in Series 4 I think it was. But sill I wasn’t sold, it was too easy, too obvious a choice. My personal belief has always been that The Stig was more than one person, whether it was current or retired F1 drivers, test drivers, NASCAR driver, whom ever, almost like a secret celeb driver of the week. I mean what driver wouldn’t want to be The Stig, one of the most renowned drivers of our time.

But if latest news reports are to be believed, The Stig has removed his helmet, and in doing so let out Britain’s best kept secret…

33-year-old racing driver Ben Collins has written an autobiography highlighting his seven years as The Stig, which is being published by HarperCollins publishers. Apparently the BBC filed and injunction to stop the book from revealing the true identity of the infamous Stig, but this has been refused. And the secret is out.

So my question is, is this the end of the Stig? Or will he be replaced with another equally, or better driver?

What you must remember is Ben wasn’t the first drive to come out as The Stig, Perry McCarthy removed his Black helmet and took off his black suit in 2003. Allowing Ben to pull on the white suit and helmet to continue the legacy.

So is there a red or green suit waiting in the wardrobe of the BBC for yet another STIG?

~Some say that his heart ticks like a watch, and that he’s confused by stairs… all we know is, he’s called the Stig.~

A Sporting Weekend

What a weekend! Firstly I would like to say welcome home Crazii, we missed you!!! Good to have you back darling!!

So it was all a go here on Friday, with the start of the World Cup Soccer, the air was filled with excitement and the sound of Vuvuzelas (well it has been since Wednesday), but there is a new feeling of a nation united.

The weekend kicked of with a World Cup party at work to see who had the most gees (spirit), I made the top five dressed head to toe in yellow and green, my super hero cape a South Africa flag, my weapons of choice a Supa Striker soccer ball and my very own Vuvuzela (which I have learnt how to blow I might add) coloured in the flag. On my head was my World Cup rugby 7’s hat draped in our home flag, but alas it was the Makaraba that took the prize home for the winner.

The opening ceremony was a colourful and spectacular event, what else would you expect from the rainbow nation, followed by a decent result from Bafana Bafana, drawing one all with the Tequilla drinking Mexicans.

Saturday brought with it the rugby; South Africa vs France, where we more than doubled their score, 42-17… don’t mess with the men in green and gold!!!  This gave us just one more reason to celebrate that night.

You see it was Mr Polski’s Birthday, and in his honour we embraced the moustache, raised our glasses and let the madness begin. Madness being the key ingredient, throw in a wicked punch, Captain Stroh, Clark Kent (AKA the Barmen) and I plus some other party animals, an excuse to party… and you have a recipe for a good time. We even had Mr Polski down on one knee taking funnels through his Vuvuzela, now that’s Gees. Such crazy antics lead to dialing Pop Tart in America at 02h30 (my time), form the O’s bathroom, which was brought on by the sounds of “sweet home Alabama”, the one time I was happy there is a time difference ☺!

After the fun was had, Sunday crept around bringing with it sore heads and a hangover of mammoth proportions!!  Leaving me swearing never again! I couldn’t even summon the strength to join the McLaren Supporter for the F1 race and decided to take it in from the safety of my own couch. Where Clark Kent saved the day when he arrived, with food and cream soda to ease the pain.

We now have to face the reality of the working week ahead, and just incase Monday wasn’t bad enough on its own, its pouring with Rain and about 10 degrees…

~Happy Monday Peeps ~
 

Helpless

I’m feeling very helpless today, 2 of my girls are stuck in difficult places and are far away from home. One is little further than the other but both are away from the comfort of a familiar face. All I want to do is pick them up take them back to my place and have wine, popcorn, chocolate, pizza or even a simple cream soda on tap for them and help them figure things out. Even if that simply means distracting them from reality for a little while, but I can’t. And for me there is nothing worse than feeling like I can’t fix it or be the support pillar. It’s who I am and what I do.

Pop Tart and Crazii I’m think about you girls and sending positive happy vibes.

~I love You Ladies!~

A Brief Introduction

So here I go, diving head first into a world I don’t know all that much about and I’m supposed to be part of the techno generation. Well here’s to hoping I know how to float until I figure out how to swim.

People say we "you need an outlet" some type of release valve, otherwise we are destined to implode or explode, or as I like to think of it Pop like a champagne cork, and so here I am jumping on the blogging bandwagon so to speak, following suit, going digital, after being inspired by the Crazii redhead and Pop Tart, Changing Gears has been born.

So for a long time now I have been confusing people, as they just can’t understand how a girl like me can be a complete walking contradiction. If I really had it my way I would be dressed from head to toe in Haute Couture behind the wheel of a racing car clocking 320km/h down the pit straight, rocking to Pink as my backing track.

I hope to entertain and inform you through my "release valve" about what goes on in the place I like to call home…