My neighbour’s tenth grader just came over to borrow my scientific calculator because she’d left hers at school.
It’s the calculator that took me through high school Physics, Math and Accounting. As she went out the gate I realised the calculator is older than her…by over a decade! I guess I really can’t object any more to young people calling me “oom” (literal translation, “uncle” – in Afrikaans it’s used for non-relatives as well, with “sir” only used in formal settings, or if the person is deliberately difficult.) They should treat my calculator with that level of respect, for crying out loud!
What’s amazing is that these calculators haven’t changed much over the past three decades. It’s kinda refreshing to think that with the pace that technology keeps changing, some just do their job so well that no one feels the need to mess with it. If it ain’t broke, and all that…
The minion did something adorable earlier, to which the wife said, “I can eat you up!”
The minion’s response:
But if you eat me up I’ll be in your stomach, so you won’t see me any more.
And then I’ll disappear and become poo, cause that’s what happens to food in your stomach.
I’ll be a very big poo!
Earlier this year I started running and cycling in an attempt to be healthier. More on how that’s going later…
Meanwhile, if you start reading up about exercise, you’re bound to come across mention of the post-workout snack. Essentially, after getting your heart pumping, you need to take in some carbs to replenish your body’s energy reserves, and some proteins your muscles can use to start rebuilding themselves.
Consisting entirely of sugar and eggwhites, meringues are both…
Could meringues be the ultimate post-workout snack?
(By the way, they’re looking good, aren’t they? Only my second time making them, but they came out perfectly!)
They say age is just a number. Today my number is 40.
People tend to hang a lot if significance on this particular number. It’s considered a milestone, much more than, say, 30.
It’s when the infamous midlife crisis is supposed to hit. I haven’t decided what mine is going to be yet…a sports car isn’t practical with the state most of South Africa’s roads are in and I just don’t have the time or energy for a mistress. I already tried the quitting my job to become a writer schtick in my early thirties, so that’s out. I’ll have to give this some thought and get back to you.
Supposedly it means I’m now indisputably an adult – no longer am I included when people add the young prefix to the word. But I still feel like a dumb kid without a clue and OMG how did anyone approve that guy for a home loan and they let him have a kid what’s this world coming to aren’t there any standards any more!?
Also, I got a children’s book and some legos for my birthday…
It’s not all bad, though… I’m two years away from being the answer to Life, the Universe, and Everything, so that’s something to look forward to…