No More Anger - or so she says.

So I notice it's been almost a year since I last blogged, what can I say the stresses of modern life or should that be the things we do to keep up with the rat race. So what have I missed? The credit crunch for one, or most of it anyway - hoping against hope that this is the tail end of it. I've had friends who've lost jobs but got new ones, friends who've lost their jobs and still not got one (God knows how they've survived this long, but I pray He continues to keep them). It's been a year of going through anger management.. lol!! I tell you trying not to rant I've found out doesn't work .. at least for me, but just as well I didn't pay out loads to a psychologist or anger management consultant. I find myself spitting fire at anyone and everyone, be it women drivers (yes I'm one but the difference between me and most is I drive like a man - put it down to starting early... always the key) who don't know anything about the right of way, trafficating, keeping out of the fast lane, NOT forcing their way into a lane and more importantly insist on keeping in my damn way and aren't quick enough to react when I flash them to get out the bloody way (tail-gating is a sin people and a big no-no). Old people (aka the grey brigade) at the wheel, that's a story for another day they are the worst offenders just trucking on down at 20 mph 'driving Miss Daisy' style. I had an incident with one on Christmas eve, my right of way at the round-about and she drives right into me with her Hyundai - needless to say her car was a right-off lol! That's what you get for driving a German tank as my colleagues say... (p.s it's only a VW Passat, but till that day I didn't realise those cars were solidly built). Anyway I came out yelling- naija stylee... (even I have to laugh now when I think about it.. picture this, straight from the nail salon so I was in slippers (couldn't afford to smudge those hot toes), rolled up jeans and a hoodie), then Miss Bond seriously that's her name stepped out and I calmed down - after all she could have been my mum (older though) and we settled things woman to woman - insurance papers drawn. Of course to spoil the works some dumb oyingbo man rolls up saying he'll be a witness.. for the old lady of course and that I ... e mi was driving to fast.... me keh? Who drives slow at a roundabout anyway, especially when the sign above you says 'national speed limit applies' and this is a dual carriage-way. Long story short, Insurance pays me.. so it's all good but the damn woman killed my 5 years No-claim. I could go on.. the boy racers...lol!! I always seem to surprise them... wait till I roll up in my DB9 boys. Just you wait.

The world of politics, I guess we've all heard about the next dumb female politician? Ladies and gents give it up for Jacquie Smith. How the hell does your husband pass off porn as expenses and you sign off on it? Someone please tell me. This is the same woman who lives in a room in her sister's house and claims it as second home. Pray tell, when did a room become a house? Yes o in naija that may be.. after all those who live in face-me-I-face-you would ask you that you visit them in their 'house' and not room... never room. And they say Naijas are corrupt. I tell you we learnt ALL we needed from the oyingbos - that's right, every crooked way, from grease my palm, to fighting over home furnishings (aka the John Lewis list in the UK), to corrupt politicians, everything comes from the Brits to be sure. Like father like children they say.. we are their kids and we learnt WELL. Moral of the story is 'those who live in glass houses should not throw stones'.

I've got more to unburden but alas as the saying goes 'there's a time for everything, a time to take the crap and a time to lash out'. So I'm keeping my trap shut. Ooh the wine is getting to me now, gave it up for lent and I'm back on with a vengeance... here's to you good folks and a enjoy the rest of 2009.

- 'Boo xxx