Bibia Be Ye Ye

So I pulled an all-nighter. It’s not often that it happens anymore. I think I literally haven’t done this out of necessity for years and recently I’ve only worked through the night because of insomnia – but tonight was different.

My stats students wrote their midterm exams last night and so I’ve been preoccupied trying to prepare them. I’ve also been doing my own research and prepping my project students to hand in their topic approvals. Plus (and the real reason for my all-nighter) is our final exam and memo and special exam and memo must be handed in at the CPUT exams office tomorrow (later today rather!). If I miss that deadline I have absolutely no doubt that I will be named and shamed in the next Faculty Board Meeting, so there was no way I was gonna miss it. And on top of all that I wrote a last minute abstract today, because a colleague persuaded me that a talk I did at CPUT last week on online assessment is actually quite good, and potentially capable of being selected as a presentation for an e-learning festival happening later this year.

Absolutely No regrets. I love the thrill of the chase. The impending deadline and the satisfaction of delivering. Kachow baby. Every time I hit one of my targets I go on a natural high ….Completely dig it – reminds me of when I was consulting. It’s like a drug almost, but this drug pays my bills.

Although …I am pretty damn knackered now. I’m blogging now just to stay awake. It’s 4:30 and I dearly want to sleep but I know I shouldn’t because if I get into bed now there’s no way I’ll be able to get up at 5:30 to get the minions done and take them to school. So I’ll rather find something to do while I wait.

I simply can’t work anymore. My brain is in neutral gear.

This kinda reminds me of another time in my life that feels like a lifetime ago, about six months after my divorce was finalised, I was studying part time while working full time. I would habitually stay up very late nights – actually till early morning. I did this because I was terrified of failing in my courses. So I really put in as much effort and time as I could. I would only try to get some sleep from about 2 or 3am and have to be up at 5:30am again, to get the minions ready for school, drop them and then travel 35km in the opposite direction to go to my own work. I would sometimes sleep in my car during lunch times if I could. Lucky I had paid for parking spot in an undercover garage at that work place.

After oversleeping a few mornings, I decided I needed to come up with a plan to avoid that. So after doing whatever homework I had and studying, I would shower and then sleep on the couch in my work clothes. Luckily my couch was comfy, but not so comfy that I would oversleep. So especially that first year I hardly ever saw my own bed.

But even if I sleep in full kit on the couch now I know there’s no way that I’ll be able to wake in 50 minutes time, so for today I’ll just plow through.

Fortunately my work situation is different (more flexible) now, and to my sheer delight – I have Ed Sheeran on my iPod! Bibia Be Ye Ye! My fix…..

I think I’ll go watch myself go dance in the mirror now๐Ÿ˜ฑ๐Ÿคซ๐Ÿ’ƒ๐Ÿพ


A peek into my classroom

One of my students recorded this very short video of me teaching last Monday night, using her mobile device and then shared it with me. It’s funny how there are things about yourself that you just don’t realize until you see a recording of yourself!

I don’t finish my sentences! ๐Ÿคฆ๐Ÿพโ€โ™€๏ธย If I was my own student, I’m not so sure if I would be impressed with myselfย ๐Ÿค”


Oh well, now I know ๐Ÿ˜. Once we know better we do better. From now on I will make an effort to finish my sentences. ๐Ÿคž๐ŸพFingers crossed

The girl with the bow and arrow

No this is not evidence of S&M or an abusive boyfriend! I’m rather chuffed about my purple bruising because it is in fact evidence of my long awaited archery lesson! This happens when you accidentally smack your bow arm with the string of the bow as you discharge the arrow. A novice mistake….. because I am a novice! #PayingMySchoolFees ๐Ÿน ๐Ÿน๐Ÿน๐Ÿน

I have bruises on both arms because about halfway through my lesson I learnt that my left eye is my dominant eye. So I should hold the bow with my right arm and discharge the arrow with my left arm – hence I switched my bow arm and ended up having bruises on both arms ๐Ÿคฆ๐Ÿพโ€โ™€๏ธ. No matter, it was so worth it.

I wish I had my own bow with arrows that I could practice every day! Fun cubed for sure. My dream is to be that chic with a bow and a quiver of arrows on my back or side – and while I’m dreaming I might as well add a unicorn to the dream so I can shoot my arrows on the go…. ๐Ÿฆ„ ๐Ÿ˜

Seriously though, it was more than cool. It’s an expensive sport to get started with though. Approximately 10K to just get set up. One day when I have extra cash, I believe I’ll definitely do it. For now it’s time to start saving. A great huge big Thanks to Luther and Sharon at Bowtime in Brackenfell. I definitely will go back to practice again.

Still revelling from an epic experience, Mel and I invited ourselves over to Berty’s house for a braai, and then later the evening he persuaded us to pop in at his Local, where a fundraiser was happening to pay for one of his friend’s charity entry to the Two Oceans Marathon. To end off a rather cool day I won a raffle prize at the fundraiser event ๐Ÿคธ๐Ÿพโ€โ™‚๏ธ๐Ÿ‘๐Ÿพ๐ŸŒˆ -A bottle of black vodka…. never knew the product existed before. So it’s been a pretty cool weekend.

But for now it’s back to work…. gots to earn some cash…. to buy my own bow and arrow! Catch ya later alligator

Living purposefully

Life is quiet at the moment but life is busy.


Its 3:03am on a Friday morning. I started to feel fluish (muscles aching) yesterday and so I started taking meds. I donโ€™t know if this is the reason why I find myself wide awake now in the middle of the night. Not sure if my insomnia is related to me feeling sick, me taking meds or related to my hectic work schedule and to-do list or not.

I am currently enjoying my work tremendously despite it being challenging, because Iโ€™m slowly getting jobs done. There are practical jobs that I am completing and there are thought processes (ideas that Iโ€™ve been mulling over for other practical jobs that I must do) that are evolving. Overall Iโ€™m happy, no … Iโ€™m delighted that I am moving in a positive trajectory. Iโ€™m living purposefully and deliberately.

On an emotional level I have invested a lot of time and energy learning to, and dealing with my emotions in order to overcome any emotional blockages that could hinder me from living purposefully. I think Iโ€™ve gotten really good at dealing with emotions. I love the phrase Susan David uses #EmotionalAgility. I love the phrase Mark Manson uses even more! #EmotinalNinja

An interesting observation that I now have is feelings of fear and loneliness donโ€™t hurt anymore like they used to. I have trained myself to see that fear is always the symptom of a deeper message from self to self. And Loneliness is just a thought. Itโ€™s not as easy as Iโ€™m making it sound. It takes a great deal of courage to firstly recognize fear for exactly what it is and then respond to it by calmly unpacking the reasons for it being there. In terms of loneliness, there was a great deal of pain surrounding me acclimatizing myself to the reality of not having a specific someone to share deep thoughts with and not feeling gutted about it, and also not feeling sorry for myself either.

I believe this was a not so obvious test of my faith… and also my ability to be happy with just living purposefully.

I don’t know what exactly the future has in store but I have a strong feeling about what it is that I must do. I also know that this is my one life. I know that every moment that I have now is a gift. And I know that I am grateful that I am not overwhelmed with negative emotions, because in the past six months I have trained myself to see every feeling that I have as a message (data) from my instrinsic self to make a decision. I am grateful that every little decision I take aligns me with my ultimate decision – which was to live purposefully.

The best way I can describe it is what I am feeling feels like an out of body experience to me now. I am not feeling as affected as I would have expected myself to be affected by the quiet moments in between the spurts of busyness. I wish for more, but I have peace with what is right now. I know that right for now, Iโ€™m doing the best that I can.


Hello weekend ๐Ÿคฉ๐Ÿค“๐Ÿ˜

I think I love my job….. Nope, I flipping know I love my job. When you still sitting working on a Friday evening because you just wanna finish this project, because the truth is you actually dying to see what the finished product will look like then yes I think you love your job….hmmmnn. This is me.

I might or I might not have a problem, but frankly right now I couldn’t care. I’m just so excited about my plan to move the examinations for my stats classes entirely online. This meant I needed to find some creative solutions for example examining control charts. But I think I figured it out. I know it’s probably like oh so boring for many people, but if there are any other weird stats lecturers out that that either want to get started, or who want someone to bounce idea off about using Blackboard, please give me a holla. I feel like a kid in a candy store when I think about it.

The sooner I finish this the sooner I get onto other job/s, which have almost the same appeal but not quite (Sorry Cherylย ๐Ÿ˜ณ) but I am going to enjoy searching for Tronto too!


In search of Tronto… Tronto, Tronto, where art thou Fair Tronto

I wrote an article with My beautiful colleagues Cheryl and Daniela last year, and the main protagonist in our story was a lady called Tronto. So after my Blackboarding, I need to start helping by searching our new Tronto because we want to do a Take Two ๐ŸŽž ๐ŸŽฌ …

But Enough shop talk for now. I got to get on with my job because I only have until tomorrow midday, because that is when my minions are have a movie afternoon/night with their friends at our house. ๐Ÿ˜

I’m looking forward to it – I think it’s going to be entertaining. It’s always so cool when I’m a fly on the wall just listening and observing the way the teenagers interact with each other. I always have such a feel-good feeling from hearing them laugh with other, rag each other and give each other the most ridiculous advice. Teenagers know it all you see!

And then I think to myself, oh my word ….. Gosh really, was I once like that? Surely not…. but oh dear, I probably was. So I’m completely looking forward to being overwhelmed by 17 teenagers tomorrow. Will make them boeries and pretend that I’m not spying of them๐Ÿ•ต๐Ÿพโ€โ™€๏ธ

Secret Agent Foxy Brown over and out

My new boss

Hello world. Please meet Bella. She is my new boss. She is such a Diva, she is gorgeous and she knows it.

I don’t want to become a crazy cat lady. I repeat …. I shall not become a crazy cat lady… But how….. how on earth does one resist?

Resistance to her super deadly disarming and highly lethal charm is completely futile….

Bella has a much smarter slightly older sister, Oreo. If the two of them were ever in a horror movie, then Bella would surely be the dumb chic who got killed first because she’s way too curious and walked into the pitch dark room without a weapon (and wearing only a flimsy nightgown) – immediately after she heard screams and the sound of a chainsaw coming from that room! Oreo would find a way to trap the murderer and call the police.

Oreo is just as cute as Bella, but she’s more reserved and logical. She doesn’t quite strut around with the same ‘I’m the boss’ attitude.

I conceded to getting these kittens because my minions wore me down eventually with their pleas to get pets again. Against my better judgement it seems I’ve absolutely totally fallen in love again. I …is ….smitten ๐Ÿ˜๐Ÿ’—๐Ÿ’•โค๏ธ๐ŸŒˆ


I was busy fighting with this nasty cellphone charging cable, but that was so tiring that I had to stop and take a quick nap. It’s exhausting being a kitten!

The misadventures of Accused Number 1, Number 2 and Number 3…

So I had the coolest experience at the Cape Town High Court. I found myself at the High Court because one of my BFFs was admitted to the bar as an attorney!!! Whoop whoop ๐Ÿ™Œ๐Ÿพ๐Ÿ‘๐Ÿพ๐Ÿ’ƒ๐Ÿพ๐ŸŽ‰๐ŸŽŠ๐Ÿคธ๐Ÿพโ€โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿ† Well freaking done Melissa Suzanne Baker!

She graciously allowed me to share that very happy, somewhat emotional and extremely proud experience with her… but not in a stock standard way, as is typical Bronwyn.

So the morning started with breakfast around the corner from High Court and about an hour before the admission procedure, the group of us (Mel, family and friends) pickled off to the High Court building to witness the admission. The High Court building consists of several courtrooms.


To our surprise (maybe not) Courtroom 1, where Mel was to be admitted was packed to capacity – so besides Mel, we couldn’t all go in. After standing outside for a bit Roberto, another friend and I decided since we can’t see the admission and we were at High Court, we might as well do a bit of exploring…


Packed balcony outside the courtroom. No way to get in….what to do, what to do.?.. AH HA, Let’s find the divorce court!

Picture taken from foyer with view of balcony outside Courtroom 1


The building itself was like a maze to us, as we pretty much peered into every room, nook and cranny that we could, looking for a courtroom where something intriguing was happening.


Roberto and I figured that finding the divorce court in High Court would probably be cool thing, because at least you know if you meet someone there, you definitely know they’re single! And you don’t have to pay an online dating service for those introductions ๐Ÿค“. We so smart! So off we missioned to find the divorce court.


And so we accidentally meandered into Judge’s chambers and small rooms that looked like meeting rooms, until we finally found a courtroom where it looked like something interesting was taking place. Not knowing where we were or what exactly we were doing we sat down in some benches. There were attorneys and other people around us. They first looked amused at the sight of us but then they pretty much ignored us. After a few minutes we peered around and discovered a short staircase right behind our seats leading from what we could only assume were the holding cells at the court! There we sat, Accused number 1, 2 and 3…

For 30 seconds we pondered going downstairs to check it out, but then we remembered our gangster-speak wasn’t actually that good, and we weren’t quite sure what we’d say to Aggies and Ougat if we met up with them down there. So we abandoned that idea and decided to go in search of the divorce court again. Instead, we found the civil courtroom and watched a few interesting matters then decided was time to go again.

We thought about perhaps trying to find another courtroom but it worked out that our timing was perfect because as we got to the foyer area again we met up with the rest of our party who actually made it into the courtroom with Melissa. And there too was Melissa, our friend… the newly admitted attorney. And so of course it was time to head outside for photos.

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Not too shabby for a Friday morning adventure me thinks ๐Ÿ˜Š. But now tis time for my minion weekend for this year.