Colour my Bog

I can't believe I'm reduced to blogging about this.

For the past 20 years I've been going to the same house for lunch once-a-month - same time, same place every month for 20 years. My brother's house. Like me, he's a compulsive about having things in order. The meal - prepared by him - is usually the same too.

Last week, as usual, I had to grace the loo. I look forward to it. What you need to know is that the loo is fitted out with maroon accessories, everything matching, right down to the toilet paper. But toilet paper doesn't come in maroon, at least not where we live, so he buys pink. Pink toilet paper. For the past 20 years. No surprises there. I got used to it, came to rely on it - even looked forward to it. It became a part of my comfort zone.

Last week he changed the toilet paper...to WHITE. No notice, no warning, just changed it. I thought it was dust! I - WAS - TRAUMATISED-D-D-D!!! It kind of broke my momentum if you know what I mean...He said the store ran out of pink. Hmmm... I went on a hunt. 3 days later I'm still looking. Is the whole country out of pink toilet paper? What's a girl to do?!

Options that I'm considering:

1. moving to a different country

2. eating at a hotel/restaurant where they have pink toilet paper

3. getting over it

in that order

Sexy Sassy Salsa!

"1-2-3 boongie boongie boongie!!! Ready to work your boongie?"

That's the opening cry of our Salsa instructor - she's the best - go Maydi! - a call to battle - a warning that you are about to enter a relentless foray into the dance. Except it's no ordinary dance. It's a jammm. A jam to the hot, frenzied latin beat, a rhythmic pulse you won't want to end. 5 sexy sassy steps to freedom! A more fun way to burn off those pesky calories you won't find. Our motley crew gathers in Paradise (Paradise Island) winding and shaking our boongies into the wee hours. For those of you who are not born Bahamian, a "boongie" is a...er...well-rounded, more-than-generous, protrusion at the rear  - your rear...end...your "butt" in street parlance. After a drop dead night of steppin' and shakin', the departing boongies tend to be smaller than when they arrived :-) That's the whole idea. I never thought keeping fit could be so much fun:-) "1-2-3 boongie boongie boongie!!!"

A Free Egypt?

As of today a dictator is gone. A short 18 day journey to liberation. Whatever the future holds, this is a day for rejoicing for all that it symbolises. There is no real life without freedom. Without freedom there is no hope. Without freedom there is no purpose except to pursue freedom and we take on the spectre of soulless bodies moving like ghosts toward a resigned end, a purposeless end. 

We hope for nothing short of a truly free Egypt while keeping an eye on its neighbours...

Happy Birthday Pause...

Frig-the-dirt takes time out today to send happy birthday wishes to favourite son, Seve Williams, on his 23rd birthday. Thx thx thx to Seve for introducing me to childbirth all those many years ago. Thx also for paving the way for Tatum to follow. And thx for being so cute and clean - Frig-the-dirt looooves clean. See what I mean? Wow!

Egypt-a dirty business

...beating and threatening journalists...one with beheading (!)...over-the-top intimidation and muzzling of truth. Stones, gasoline bombs  gunfire, thugs on horses and camels wielding whips against their brothers. Blood everywhere - on the skin, soul, streets, and soil of Egypt. It's very pulse throbs with  violence and gore. A nation dying for freedom-literally. The Dirt screams in the throes of agony for what has been lost and what is to come. A nasty, dirty business. Where will it end? Will it end?