Son no 2’s girlfriend works for Harley Davidson in Dubai.  We were going to go past the shop whilst we were there and get some Harley swag for me, but due to a busy schedule we never got around to it.

So hubby surprised me this morning with a trip to the Harley shop in Sandton, Johannesburg.

Jax TellerNow for those of you who don’t know me very well, I have this secret fetish for Harleys.  Some of my
other fetishes include Johnny Depp and Charlie Hunnam AKA Jax Teller from Sons of Anarchy  (My favorite TV series).  I dream of having my own Harley one day and would love to do the annual Sturgis Motocycle Rally or Route 66 on a Harley.

Anyway, we pulled up outside of the shop and there were all these Harley’s parked outside.  I suddenly began to feel a little intimidated by it all and was not quite sure what to expect inside.  Bear in mind I have never actually been on a Harley!

Harley JacketBut once I got inside, I started drooling – I was in Lanthie Heaven!  The shop was extremely busy – with rather hunky guys (Shhhh don’t tell hubby this) all hanging around chatting.  There were Harleys of all colors, shapes and sizes – each one nicer than the other.  Heaven it was!

Anyway, I found the swag and picked up a whole bunch of shirts and blouses and of course I found the leather jackets.  Now I was truly drooling.

I tried a few on and found the perfect one.  Looked at the price and nearly had a heart attack but in the end I thought sod it – you only live once!  If I cant have a Harley, I can have a jacket.

I’m obviously losing it!

My car went in for a service today, which left me without transport all day. As much as I hate not having my car, it was a blessing in disguise as I managed to switch off from everything else and deal with paperwork and emails.

I collected my car late this afternoon. I always find it strange when getting back into my car after it has been to the garage. It just somehow feels different and it smells different. And they somehow always manage to change all your settings.

So I had to go out this evening to take a young man to the airport. I drove out my driveway and suddenly realised that my lights were not on. Now I have been known to drive at night without noticing my lights are not on before. You know that strange moment when it suddenly dawns on you why everyone is flashing their lights at you! (Or maybe it’s just me that this happens to)

Anyway, so I started fiddling – pushing this knob and flicking that lever, only to realise I have no idea where to turn my lights on. I normally have my lights set on AUTO so my lights typically switch on themselves depending on the ambient light outside. (Don’t you just love modern technology)

This meant I had to pull over and switch the interior lights on to see what I was doing. It still took me another few minutes to finally figure it out.

Then I noticed there was a light on my dash which is not normally on – looks like a headlamp light of sorts. So there I sat for another few minutes trying to figure out where this light came from, or maybe it had always been on and I have just never noticed it before. (You know you’re getting old when your memory goes as well). Finally realised it was the headlamp dip light. So switched it off, made some adjustments to my seat and was finally able to get going again.

It’s moments like this when you feel like a right idiot, especially when you have a good looking young man sitting next to you.

Ciao for now

Game of Twister anyone?

I went for my annual mammogram today.  I go once a year as I had a breast lift and augmentation many years ago.    They do a routine check to make sure there are no leaks from my implants and of course the usual cancer screening.

They have a special suite for mammograms at the hospital here – all decked out with comfy lounge suites and special change rooms, fully carpeted and obviously all designed by an interior designer. And they are ever so nice and polite.

The only uncomfortable part of the whole experience is the mammogram itself. The only way I can describe it to the opposite sex, is to get you to picture yourself naked in the middle of a twister game whilst putting your privates in a vice grip and tightening it. Not a pleasant experience at all.

Hopefully this sees the end of my annual tests and I am good for another year.

Home Again

So finally back home and will be nice to sleep in my own bed tonight.

Got to the airport early this morning. Spent the obligatory 3 hours roaming about duty free. Eventually gave up on browsing and sat at the boarding gate till our flight was called.

As they called our flight, I once again found myself in tears. I was leaving my son behind again. Don’t know why women are so emotional about this sort of stuff.

The plane was filled with Chinese tourists – made for an interesting flight as non of the stewardesses spoke Mandarin – they did however speak about 20 other languages. After my little emotional outburst, I pretty much sat down and closed my eyes and slept through most of the flight.

Woke up about 3 hours before landing and picked a film to watch – watched Cool Runnings again. What a brilliant film. Have seen it so many times before and it is still funny and entertaining.

So felt much better by the time we landed. It is great to be back on home soil and my mojo is back.

Should be able to get back to blogging from my normal interface tomorrow and hopefully get to read all the recent posts of bloggers on my blog roll. Apologies for not commenting as much as I usually do but Internet connectivity whilst travelling is not ideal. I will catch up within the next few days.

Glad to be back home!

Ciao for now

Good-bye Dubai

So the time has come to say good-bye to my son. Thought I would be okay. Had all my feelings in order and accepted that he is here to stay in Dubai. Until I had to say good-bye. Found myself in tears no matter how hard I tried not to.

The last few days have been amazing. It has been so nice to see 3 of my 4 sons interacting and having fun. I am going home slightly bruised and battered from being caught in the cross fire of them play fighting, kicking, punching, and biting each other. (Boys will always be boys.)

The main topic of conversation over the last few days has been about boobs, or wanking, or jacking off or why their zippers can’t stay up due to the size of their you know whats. As a mother of 4 boys, I learnt to tolerate this kind of conversation a long time ago and now just smile.

It was great to be in Dubai again after leaving 4 and a half years ago. Nice to see that they survived the financial crisis and have managed to come out on top. This can only be a positive sign to the rest of the world. Dubai was one of the worst hit back then. It is definitely bigger and better and there is a lot more of a vibe here than there used to be.

Hubby keeps asking if we should move back. Hmmm – very difficult decision. I have become my own person over the last few years. I hate being told what to wear or how to act. I want to show my tits or shoulders off if I want to. Not to mention the number of blogs I have not been able to read over the last week due to them just being blocked. You would be surprised at how many sites are blocked here – and you have no recourse. It is not a democracy – you accept and do as you are told. Yes, everything works, you are in probably one of the safest countries in the world, you are looked after, everyone treats everyone else with respect. But is it worth it? Not so sure when you are a woman!

So I return to South Africa in the morning with a smile on my face. My heart is saddened about leaving my son behind, but I know he is in good hands. (Love you dearly my son!)

Ciao for now