Today is the anniversary of my Granny's death.
I'm not goin' to turn this into a festival of tears and mourning though. Instead, I'll celebrate her life, remember the lessons she taught me (eg. "Never be jealous of anyone Daan, because you don't know what problems they have")
and be glad that I got the chance to let her know that she was a role model of mine.

C.O.T.
Beach yesterday was cool. Let's work the "point form" thing, shall we?

*Witnessed (for the first time in my life) a beach wedding! It was beautiful.
Among the other impromtu wedding guests were a few
known
bloggers
!

*Daana The Lagger made an appearance again. There I was, in the presence of a gorgeous, NICE young man, and I make NO effort to find out if he's taken, if he wants my #, if he'll gimme his...etc.
Yeah, yeah, I know I gotta get over this shy thing, but doesn't make any sense my beatin' myself up about it, cuz I get quarrel wid enough from other people
!
I'm not too worried though, I'll see 'im again.
I hope.

C.O.T.
I have now joined the Proud CellPhone Owners club. Only I'm not exactly proud. In fact, I feel a bit like a sell out (a cell out, even!).
Everybody else seems so much more excited about MY cell phone than I do.
Bizarre

Yesterday I had a few personal triumphs I'd like to share:

1.)I somehow managed to survive on a single packet of "Batchelor's Slim-A-Soup" instant soup for lunch (Corn 'n' Chicken flavour for the curious),
2.) I turned down free cheesecake, and
3.)after work, I changed into my sneakers and speed-walked all the way from the office to my 2nd home, (Broad Street to the Gymnasium).
Yup, I felt SO good with myself, that for dinner, I celebrated with two pieces of Chefette chicken, smothered in bbq sauce.
Oh well.
On a positive note, I've realised that my new favourite condiment is barbeque sauce. "Hickory-smoked" to be specific.

Daana's Workout Tip for Today:
When in doubt, do 50 crunches.
Never underestimate the power of the crunch, people! A couple situps never killed anybody!

C.O.T.
Here's an update on the DHL guy situation:
we're right back at square one! He's regressed to his usual "not-acknowledging-Daana's-presence" condition!
My Goddess, doesn't a kiss mean anything anymore???
Y'know what, I think he must be somewhat intimidated by me....after careful consideration, I don't think there could be any other possible explanation! I mean, the man jokes around with EVERYBODY in here except me! One question keeps popping into my head: Is he crazy??

I can't believe I've had 3 blogs on him already. How many blogs does it take for it to count as an obsession?

Without any further ado, I present the most recent addition to my blogging circle,
ladies and gentlemen....
my best friend
!
Hope that link works.

I feel like I'm emerging from my coccoon of melancholy now, thank Shaniqua.

I think it has something to do with this Frank Sinatra & Tommy Dorsey cd that we have playing in the office.
It's weird, this music is so old, the kinda stuff my Granddad would tap his feet to,...but, wonder of wonders, I think I like it!
It has a soothing effect on me. It makes me think back to the days when it only cost a nickel to see a movie (in black and white of course), and kids actually used to dance to real music, instead of convulse like an epileptic to all this senseless noise....

What the hell am I talking about?? I gettin' on like I experience dis ting firsthand!
But I couldn't have,... could I?

Here I am. I'm still down.
At least I have ballroom this evening to cheer me up.

Apparently, I'm the type of chick to whom fellas only confess their admiration for, when they're drunk.
Is it the beer goggle effect or what? This is not a comforting thought.
I swear, I'm gonna stop going out altogether for all the good it does me.
If I feel like dancing, I'll dance in my room.
If I feel like drinking, I'll mix my own damn piña coladas.
I have a family who loves me, so I'll just hang with them.

Blah.