National Cleavage Day - project me day 818

That's all!

I should have gone with my gut - project me day 817

I woke up this morning with a thousand butterflies in my tummy. It was worse than the bleakest day of school and all I wanted to do was hide away from the world. The rain was soothing, but still, I have just come out of a hugely successful #FollowSA event, so why did the day begin with the horrible feeling that I just didn't want to face an hour of it?

After looking at the clock, thinking it was far too early to start my day and curling into Pat's arms, I fell back to sleep, only to be faced with terrible dreams. There I was, back in high school, with a huge exam ahead of me and I didn't have one clue about anything I should have even studied. It was set in a scene where Greggie was downstairs and I needed to get to him for him to help me study, but it was like a maze and I just couldn't get there.

Waking up was dismal and I knew I had to pull myself together for 3 meetings and a whole lot of work in between.

Sometimes I forget that I am sensitive to life, the planets and a maybe do have a slight prediction of the day ahead. If not, then the crappy day was only enhanced by how it all started.

Driving to Greggie, I got the first message that our meeting meeting was canceled. I didn't mind much because there really is a lot to do, especially after the wind down of #FollowSA. Well wasn't that all screwed up because Greggie's internet connection wasn't on top form and we couldn't connect with any international websites. That was basically anything to do with Twitter, Facebook ... um, what else do I really use in my life.

Turning my attention to the neglected to do list, only to discover that nearly everything on it had something to do with going online. I couldn't Tweet, I couldn't blog and I was already feeling like the world had been picking on me since way before the sun rose. To make matters worse, my phone was on the blink too, so I couldn't even Tweet from there.

Then the second call came in that the next meeting needed to be canceled. That was it! It was time for better signal, so we headed to my house while Greggie double checked our last appointment. After not hearing from the person we were meeting and not knowing if he would pitch, we decided to wait it out at me, where there was a better signal.

Um, better signal but I can get into Facebook, but not navigate my way around. I can get into Hootsuite, but it won't let me go to my profile to Tweet ... oi, what's up with this day.

Then Pat goes to gets us muffins and brings back kosher (Parev) ones with no real ingredients or flavour.
I make chai tea instead of a long awaited normal cup.
Our meeting didn't confirm and then called to say he was there.
Pat and my mom went to sort out her car (coz some tosser drove into it) and they took my car and didn't have mom's registration, There I was dashing home to give it to them while they hung out at the police station.

Shall I continue????


Bob Skinstad tells his project me story

With one of the most recognisable faces in world rugby, Bob Skinstad has recently joined Itec Connect Western Cape (Pty) Ltd as Managing Director.? Itec Connect is a vibrant business solutions company and is the fastest growing office automation company in South Africa ? the perfect fit for this dynamic business entrepreneur!

Bob was born in Bulawayo, Rhodesia on 3 July 1976.? He attended Highbury Prep School in Hillcrest and went on to complete his education at Hilton College.

He attended the University of Stellenbosch where he lived in the Simonsberg men?s residence and captained the 'Maties' (University) 1st Team.

Bob is best known for his national and international rugby career that spanned more than 12 years from 1995 - 2007. Having represented South Africa at all levels, including captaining the U 21 Springbok side in 1996 and 1997, and playing for the SA Sevens team in 1997, Bob made his d?but for the Springboks in 1997 against England. In all he played 42 tests for the Springboks, scoring 11 tries and captained the Springboks in 12 games.

He played Super 12 & 14 rugby for 3 franchise teams ? the Stormers, Cats and Sharks and played Currie Cup for Western Province, who won the title three times on his watch!

After a stint in the UK that involved more work than play, Bob capped off a successful comeback to Springbok rugby in South Africa with victory at the 2007 Rugby World Cup.

His passion for the game continues with his introduction and establishment of The Cape Town Tens which is a firm favourite on the Cape Town sporting and social calendar and one that draws rugby teams from around the world for this first class event.

With a huge heart for social upliftment, Bob has been an innovator with a number of projects including the well-known Bobs for Good Foundation, providing shoes to thousands of needy young school children and he hopes to soon be providing their schools with the technology that is so desperately needed in their environments.

Bob is an entrepreneur and has numerous business interests over the years.? He forms an important part of the broadcast team at Super Sport where he commentates and entertains his audience with his informed and engaging manner. He is in great demand as a regular key note speaker and celebrity guest at corporate functions.

Bob is happily married to Debbie and is the proud dad of three young children, Anna, Tom and Charlotte, and loves to relax by fishing, surfing and enjoying good ?down time? with his family and friends.

Bob tells his project me story:?

What is your definition of happiness?
Having a goal, achieving it, then wanting what you have.

If you could have everyone say one thing to themselves every day, what would it be?

We all have that moment when we need someone to believe in us. Who is that person for you and why?
My wife and family, because I rely on them relying on me !

What quality do you believe we can never be taught because it is our birth right?
Proper consideration and kindness

Describe the moment when you realised that you could achieve anything?
When I had family, friends and coaches believing in me

How do you deal with the fears that could potentially hold you back?
Override them with positive self talk and hard work

What have you always dreamed of being or doing and have you reached that dream?
Wanted to be a businessman, sportsman, husband and dad ? and I am , now I have be good at it !

When life gets in the way, what do you always remind yourself of?
It will all pass and if it suddenly went bad, I would survive, through positive thought, South African hybrid vigour and sense of humour

We all have something unique to offer the world, what is yours?
?I have a few hidden talents, but I think I was born to make and inspire a positive contribution, in all things that I get involved in.

What do you believe we have lost sight of in the world as a whole?
Down time ?! A holiday on 3g, wifi and TV is not a proper holiday ? we need to be still for a bit more each year. Still and active.

Be sure to listen to Bob's project me interview on Radio 2000FM with Angela Ludek on Sunday 1st April at 8:20am.

Do one thing each day that scares you - project me day 815

It's really one of the things that we try get people to do when we share our Lifeology?philosophies.

Amazingly, I really believe that I do that. It might not be huge things but in the time that I have been blogging, I have overcome so much because each step has been bearable and doable.

Today is another one of those steps when we charge an entrance for the first time at a #FollowSA event. Not a fear? Well it has been for me because of the move from free to paying events and my own issues of perception.

I'm about to dash upstairs and get dressed for the first night of the rest of my #FollowSA life ... a little nervous energy still bouncing around but I'm hoping to blog a very exciting rundown of events for tonight's #Newsvibez Tweetup!

What to do with this nervous energy - project me day 814

I've driven myself crazy!
Seriously, I have so much nervous energy that I've eaten the house nearly empty, made my man take me out for more snacky stuff, tried to um ... burn off nervous energy and well, I'm still like a frazzled lunatic.

Yes, I do this to myself every once in a while and it's usually around change. So I'm not the best at it and sometimes the wheels kinda fall off when it comes to something very new ... like charging for #FollowSA for the first time tomorrow night. I wish I knew why my faith went tumbling out the window at times like this, but I don't. That's where I'm blessed to have the best friend I do. Greggie has me slightly calmer and keeps reminding me that whatever will be will be. I know that deep down I know that my next blog is going to be one of 'I told you so' ... but I still don't know what to do with all this nervous energy.

We have sponsors galore. Live music and an awesome DJ. The peeps are leaving with goodie bags ... the list of wowness goes on and on, yet I'm in a state that only 50 people are going to be there.

And then Mitch Williams calls and tells me I should be hysterical (oh now wait, I just got more hysterical coz of his comment) coz Greggie and I are watching our business enter a whole new realm ... *faints*

My happy helper - project me day 813

It's the next #FollowSA Tweetup on Tuesday night and for the first time we are giving away goodie bags. 150 to pack thanks to Media 24. So I've been stuffing the News Now Magazines & other goodies while Pat's been in charge of all the Biogen goodies ... he might just need an energy booster after all the packets are done 😉

There's still place if you're in Jozi. RSVP for #Newsvibez #FollowSA Tweetup

Spider bite wins again - project me day 812

After my sister freaked me out and told me of a friend of hers who had 2.5cm of flesh cut away from a spider bite and had to have skin grafts ... well let's say the mind did wonders. A day of working from 9 to 4:30am had me exhausted and after the headache set in I decided it was time for food. From the headache, my jaw hurt, but no ... I decided to freak and think I had lockjaw. So the spider bite won and I was back in the ER for a 1.5 hour wait for a doctor and a whole new course of meds. Let's see what the week ahead holds ...

Midnight snacking - project me day 811

Hustler Girl, Pat and I are sitting munching on take-out after an awesome night at the MK Awards ... more news to follow. For now, I'm exhausted and it's up early to be a regional judge for Miss Earth SA tomorrow morning and then off to sit on a panel for?entrepreneurs?at Culture Shift SA.

Wow, busy weekend ahead ... but I'm still blogging 😉

I heart our bedroom - project me day 811

When I know what I want I set my sights on it and off I go to get it. I've learned that sometimes dreams have to be shelved for the perfect time and then when it's right, it all falls into place.
I stayed in a holiday home by the coast for a few days and above the bed there were a row of hearts on different coloured ribbon. I fell in love with it on that day and decided that was how I wanted my bedroom one day. Obstacles stood in my way for ages and when Pat and I finally settled into the house I told him how I wanted our bedroom to look. Of course it never happened because other things are always a priority on both our sides.

Then, after we got engaged, my sister gave us the most gorgeous headboard. It was perfect ... wood with hearts cut out of it. That was it ... I wanted my bedroom. The months of procrastination and other things to do with money crept in. And then it happened. I got a call to ask if I could be interviewed about my perfume collection I had blogged about.

Despite all my bitching and stressing about money, I do have to admit that 'project me' has taught me that I do always have what I need and I am always able to make something happen. My mom has also taught me how to do things on a shoestring budget and I'm thrilled with that gene because I made magic on a ... well, more than I expected Pat to spend.
He's been amazing, of course. Once overcoming the hurdle of him not being able to picture it in his head, once the first heart was hung, my special man made it all happen. There are wooden hearts that needed to be covered in paper, photos of our precious moments that needed to be made into?sepia and printed. Everything needed to be drilled and hammered and he even tied a few ribbons.

The cherry on top was his coming home today with gorgeous heart tie-backs ... the perfect touch to a hearty room.


It feels like a Sunday - project me day 810

I'm still blogging. There's something in not giving up on a relationship while trying to figure out what the next move is with it. So today I got to wake up super late, which is great seeing as though I'm pumped up on meds to get rid of this nasty spider bite ... that only seems to be getting more painful.

I reached for phone (which acts as my clock/watch) and gasped because I thought I had forgotten to organise a guest for Angela's Sunday morning radio slot of 'project me' and the realised ... it's not Sunday. Public holidays are those little gifts for the working peeps, but when you own your own business and there's burning stuff to be done ... like a Tweetup in 6 days time and not nearly enough people, a pubic holiday can be somewhat annoying.

Crisis?averted and a few more days to plan the Sunday morning show, but I sent an immediate message to my dear friend, Jarred Orlin AKA the gossip guy and asked him to be my project me guest. Yay, he's doing it so that's another week sorted.

So tomorrow I have an interview with the Venus Networks for their product, Estee Lauder and they are coming to chat to me about my perfume collection, which I blogged about not so long ago. That got a bee in my bonnet because Pat and I have had plans to fix up the room after my sis gave us a gorgeous headboard for our engagement, but we haven't gotten around to it. What better day than a Sun ... um ... public holiday.

The day kinda went like that. Every once in a while I would want to do something Sunday, like get ready to record the Mnet movie or plan dinner for Monday because I teach at nights. Then it was Wednesday all over again and back to settling into a public holiday, that might be needed but has me frustrated seeing as though I feel like there's so much to do and so little time.

The Sunday (well, you know what I mean by now) blues have made me realise something a little deeper about my aversion to my blog at the moment. Wait, before I go there I have to stop and thank my amazing readers and friends, who have slowly found time to tell me how much they love 'project me' and share their reasons for not commenting. Not that the commenting or retweeting has anything to do with my final decision about the blog ... it's just and excuse to not have to get 'project me' real about the space I'm in.

The reality of the space I'm in and I think I'm getting to the nitty gritty of why the blog is getting to me so much, stems for the straw that broke the camel's back today.
After my dad passed away, I shared a country song with my mom, where the lyrics go: 'Life's not the breaths you take, but the moments that take your breath away'. From that day on, that song has been very emotional for both my mom and I as we both reflect on our relationship with my dad, in our own special way. Money is tight. Money is more than tight and Pat and I are still out there doing everything in our power to live our individual dreams. Our bedroom looks gorgeous, but we've done it on a shoestring budget and there are things we know we'll improve on as the money begins to flow.

Then I was it.
A picture frame with the words of the song written around it. I had to have it. Finances are strained but I still couldn't walk out of that store without having it for my mom and I had to turn to Pat for help. Help that he really can't give me, but gave me anyway. That set the tears going and all the?frustration?that has been building about ... let me breathe before I vent ...

I have worked so fucking hard and I still can't by my mom the simplest, yet most precious present that costs only a few hundred rand. That's it ... that's why I don't wanna blog anymore ... it's because I've been telling this money story since before I even began blogging and I'm trying not to feel like a right royal failure for still not having a decent income after two years.

That's the truth ... that's the reality ... that's why the blogging currently sucks ... that's why I have the Sunday blues like all hell!!!