Omdat ons nooit as te nimmer mag vergeet nie…

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Hier staan ons voor die Heilige God van hemel en aarde om ‘n gelofte aan Hom te doen, dat, as Hy ons sal beskerm en ons vyand in ons hand sal gee, ons die dag en datum elke jaar as ʼn dankdag soos ʼn Sabbat sal deurbring; en dat ons ʼn huis tot Sy eer sal oprig waar dit Hom behaag, en dat ons ook aan ons kinders sal sê dat hulle met ons daarin moet deel tot nagedagtenis ook vir die opkomende geslagte. Want die eer van Sy naam sal verheerlik word deur die roem en die eer van oorwinning aan Hom te gee.

18 Struggles only over-thinkers will understand

Kon myself in ten minste 16 van hierdie sien…

1. Your need to find meaning in everything usually culminates into crafting conspiracy theories about what the period placement in a text means.

2. You end up making every situation in your life about 100x more difficult than it has to be.

3. You cannot let anything go, because you’re convinced that if you just run over the details a few more times, you’ll finally uncover some new understanding of the situation or it will somehow change the outcome.

4. You’ve probably never been sure about a thing in your life. You’ve approached everything from choosing a school and a partner to your outfit in the morning and brand of bread at the grocery store with equal levels of angst.

5. You could get a Master’s degree in interpreting what the song lyrics people post really mean.

6. Though your critical thinking skills are pretty on point, the toughest reality you’ve had to come to terms with is the fact that, simply, not everything has a deeper, secret, hidden meaning that everyone knows but you.

7. You’re constantly thanking the friends who stick around to hear you mull over the same details of a situation or relationship again and again, and though you never really arrive at a different conclusion, just the act of overthinking is enough for you.

8. Constantly having to consult your other friends with screenshots and vivid details of any chance occurrence in your life is daily routine for you.

9. It doesn’t matter what word someone used, if there’s any way you can spin it to mean something more, you will. You’ll take the fourth definition of it in the dictionary, apply it to your worst trait and spend the rest of the day reeling.

10. You are known to regret texts, hesitate over writing emails, delete and re-write tweets, all because you could and should have said something other than what you did and will.

11. Your hangover after a night out drinking is nothing compared to the fear of what you could and probably did say to that one person you do not want to look like an idiot around while you were drunk.

12. Sleep is the most difficult aspect of your life, because laying silently in the dark is the only time you aren’t distracted enough to not be able to sink into racing thoughts.

13. You convince yourself that the worst case scenario will come true in basically, y’know, any scenario.

14. Social media is a minefield for you. You are certain every subtweet has something to do with you, even if it’s from a stranger, that so-and-so used that emoji because they’re flirting with the love of your life and so on and so forth.

15. If someone ever breaks up with you/declines to go out with you, you convince yourself it’s because of a hundred inconsequential missteps you made.

16. You often find yourself proudly stating to your friends that you “figured out” what someone “really meant” by something, only to have them laugh and say “you are so overthinking this, I can’t even right now.”

17. You end up torturing yourself over every other banal side comment someone makes because obviously there is some meaning to be uncovered, it’s clearly just a matter of thinking about it until you find it.

18. God forbid anyone unfollow you on Twitter or Instagram, because you won’t sleep until you figure out who it was and why.

Geleen by http://thoughtcatalog.com/brianna-wiest/2014/03/18-struggles-only-over-thinkers-will-understand/

Geniet jou naweek! watookal jy doen, gaan GROOT of gaan huistoe 😉
xx

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Dag 1 van 31…

Wenchy het hierdie een begin, toe figure ek, dalk is dit nie altogether ‘n slegte plan nie… Dis nou mos ook nie asof ek deesdae elke dag 3 inskrywings maak nie, is dit… hahaha… ja ja, ek wens!

Anyway, kom ons probeer…

blogging challenge

day-1

Die storie van my lewe:

Gebore in Pretoria op Veterane-dag in 1974, en bly nog min of meer my lewe lank hier (‘n kort ‘besoekie’ aan Pietersburg uitgesluit)
7 jare van laerskool by dieselfde skool, daarna 5 jare in dieselfde hoërskool (selfde vriende ook sommer saamgesleep, en party hang actually nogsteeds rond…)

Huishoudkunde op Tukkies gaan swot na skool, met die doel om ‘n onderwyseres te word… 1.5 jare voor graadvang opgeskop, ‘n jaar later gaan trou (maak nie saak of enigeiemand dit glo nie, maar die twee gebeurtenisse, ongeag die feit dat dit op dieselfde datum ‘n jaar uitmekaar gebeur het, was NIE verwant aan mekaar nie)
Pietersburg toe getrek in 1997, terug Pretoria toe in 1999…

Tussen 1999 en 2004 twee gorgeous kinders gekry, die huis gekoop waar ek grootgeword het, en bly nogsteeds daar…

Eventually, in 2004 terug varsity toe, Unisa hierdie keer, en in 2012 uiteindelik ‘n graad gekry, Bcom Informatika nogal… not too bad, ne?

Born to bake, forced to work is pretty much die storie van my lewe op die oomblik…

There, dis hiper vervelig, maar dis gedoen… tot more dan.
X

Liefste bloggie…

Ek is rerig vreeslik jammer dat ek jou so lelik afgeskeep het…
Ek gaan geensins beloftes maak dat dit nie weer gaan gebeur nie, want … ag wel, jy weet!
Voel vandag so aan my lyf dis tyd om weer aan die skryf te raak, dus hoop ek jy sal my verdra solank dit hou…
No promises, no commitment, net wees bly ek is hier vir nou…

Vreemd om op te let dat daar nog ‘n hardnekkige besoeker kom kuier dan en wan (dis nou as ek die stats-counter kan vertrou)…
Sal my beste probeer om meer gereeld hier te kom… (een maal in ‘n jaar kan tog nie so moeilik wees om te beat nie?) sal maar sien…

Say it in a song…

Ek weet nie, dalk is ek moeg, dalk stress ek te veel, dalk is dit ‘n midlife crisis… ek raak benoud as ek dink in hoeveel songs ek stukkies van myself deesdae raak hoor…

As ek eendag kan uitfigure hoe om youtube links te publish as die blinking server geblok is, sit ek ‘n hele paar videos op. Wou byvoorbeeld gister vir julle Hallelujah opsit, soos gesing deur….. Jon Bon Jovi. Jy kan hom hier kry… (weet nie hoe dit lyk nie, of wat die kwaliteit is nie, Google het die link gegee en ek kan nie gaan kyk nie, die server is geblok, hoop dis ‘n oraait ene)

Vanoggend die ene op Rippel gehoor (toevallig? in die 5 minute wat ek tussen 2 cd’s probeer besluit… ) het ek al gemention dat ek nie in toeval glo nie???

The balad of Lucy Jordan

The morning sun touched lightly on the eyes of Lucy Jordan
In a white suburban bedroom in a white suburban town
As she lay there ?neath the covers dreaming of a thousand lovers
Till the world turned to orange and the room went spinning round

At the age of thirty-seven she realised she?d never
Ride through Paris in a sports car with the warm wind in her hair
So she let the phone keep ringing and she sat there softly singing
Little nursery rhymes she?d memorised in her daddy?s easy chair

Her husband, he?s off to work and the kids are off to school
And there are, oh, so many ways for her to spend the day
She could clean the house for hours or rearrange the flowers
Or run naked through the shady street screaming all the way

At the age of thirty-seven she realised she?d never
Ride through Paris in a sports car with the warm wind in her hair
So she let the phone keep ringing as she sat there softly singing
Pretty nursery rhymes she?d memorised in her daddy?s easy chair

The evening sun touched gently on the eyes of Lucy Jordan
On the roof top where she climbed when all the laughter grew too loud
And she bowed and curtsied to the man who reached and offered her his hand
And he led her down to the long white car that waited past the crowd

At the age of thirty-seven she knew she?d found forever
As she rode along through Paris with the warm wind in her hair

Anyhow, daar is ek darem nou by poging 2/365 van daai idee van om weer te blog… so far so good I guess…

Tot wederom!

J

Welkom terug, Happy 2012 en al daai dinge…

Goeiemore, goeiemiddag, goeienaand, Voorspoedige nuwejaar, gelukkige vaaltyn, enjoy die Paasnaweek, hoop nie jy kry te koud in die winter nie, Jippee die Lente is hier, geniet jou vakansie, en Merry Christmas… Als op een dag, net vir incase ek nie kans kry later nie… die lewe is besig om teen 100myl per uur te beweeg, en ek hol nog teen 5 miles a fort nite! As iemand weet waar die “pause” knoppie is, stuur GPS koordinate seblief, ek gaan nie hierdie jaar maak teen hierdie spoed nie!

Maar okay, genoeg gekla. Gaan dit goed? Hoe was jou vakansie?

Sien, die saak staan so:

Ekke wil bittergraag hierdie graad waarmee ek nou al ad infinitum besig is, klaarkry, maar heelaas het die Finansiële Bestuur-dosent dit nie reggekry om genoeg wyse woorde in my eksamenantwoordstel bymekaar te skraap om my poging suksesvol te maak nie… Okay, oraait, dan doen ons maar ‘n ander module ne.Genadiglik vir my (ek wonder oor daai een, om eerlik te wes!) besluit Unisa toe darem dat aangesien dit die laaste ou moduletjie is, en aangesien hulle nou al hoe lank geldjies uit my maak, en aangesien hulle die plekkie wat ek opneem vir ‘n presently overadvantaged student nodig het, hulle my nog ‘n kansie sal gee, MITS ekke ‘n hengse groot werkopdrag teen volgende vrydag kan inhandig en actually deurkom… hou duime vas…

Geniet jou dag, tot ons weer gesels!

 

Geseënde Kersfees!

In konferensie met myself besluit dis tyd vir ‘n blogvakansie (Jaaa, okay, wat is nou eintlik die verskil, since ek in elk geval so lanklaas geblog het ne, Sal probeer opmaak in 2012, promise)

Hoop julle het ‘n heerlike vakansie, en ‘n Geseënde Kersfees vir julle almal!

Haloda!

Gaan dit goed?

Die lewe move ‘n bietjie vinniger as wat ek kan byhou op die oomblik, ek’s nogal bly my naam is nie Jannie nie, want dan was dit properlies “Swem Jannie, Swem!” maar ek kla nie, nognie.

Hoop jy het ‘n lekker maandag!
Tot later!