Mannerisms - A blog about Manners

Bad Sarah!

Someone just asked me what my blog was called. Bloody hell, I actually had to think about it for a minute before I could answer (to be fair I do have a raging headache and seem to be acquiring a minor addiction to Myprodol).

It did, however reinforce my believe in the fact that I am a sucky sucky blogger – to be fair, there are worse things in life.

Posted 379 days ago by Sarah Manners
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Monkey Town

Do your bit for the cute (and some which are not so cute) monkeys and go and visit Monkey Town when you next have a mo. It’s existence pretty much relies on donations and the money they raise from entrance fees so….

The website’s pretty comprehensive and the trip is worth it. Must say, thought it would be a bit lame and cruel but it’s the humans in the cages not the monkeys.

If you’re ever looking for a “geee what shall we do that’s different today” – this is one place you should go!

While you’re there – you can adopt a monkey too – would make a really special gift this Christmas. You obviously can’t take the cutie home but you will feel all warm and squishy inside – doing something good and all that jazz.

Posted 604 days ago by Sarah Manners
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No shoes at the airport - wtf?

So…
Sitting at Cape Town International (international my arse) waiting for Dave’s plane to arrive and can you believe it – there is no where to buy shoes.

Now, now don’t judge – I’m not being a silly girl – my bloody heel broke when I fell in a pot hole at this wonderful construction site we call an airport. There is however a fully kitted luggage shop – ‘cos that’s what people who have already packed need – more bloody luggage – arg!

As a consequence I have had to rip of the other shoe’s heel and now people are looking at me funny – bastards.

Not even a little pair of plakkies – What IS this world coming to?
Must have another fag to cope with the shock.

Posted 620 days ago by Sarah Manners
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Missing In Action

Ok – well I’ve been MIA for a while now.
No, I don’t have a very cool excuse unless being hired by an unnamed intelligence agency to track down drug lords in South America counts;-) Ja, nothing quite so exciting. The excuse, unfortunately, is rather mundane – I had a slight problem with my blog manager. The problem being I couldn’t remember the login details and the silly system has no “password reminder” function (really DUH if you ask me, yes I’m probably being DUH too but that’s not the point).

So after having eventually bribed one of the Tech guys here at Quirk I have new login details (yep – wrote them down this time). It took him all of 1 minute to sort the problem out – techies are like modern day demi gods! (Love you JLo – choccie will be with you tomorrow).

So, I am once again back (who knows how long it will last for this time – this blogging lark is a helluva thing).

Kisses

Posted 647 days ago by Sarah Manners
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Animalistic

Even though I recommitted myself to blogging, it’s been over a week since my last post (I sound like some sort of alkie). The weeks are just flying by and we’re just flying with them. I find myself hardly ever stopping to just take a bit of what’s going on around me in. Along with more frequent blogging it’s now on my ever lengthening To Do list.

Anyways – today I wanted to talk about animals. If you’ve known me for more than 5 minutes you’ll know that I adore them – all of them – and that I have a miniature Doberman called Weed and two adopted cats called Posh and Becks. I also used to have a Russian dwarf hamster called Kelly but she had to go to the farm (if you know what I mean).
If I had my way I would be just like Martha Stewart (my hero) and have hundreds of the little buggers running around, but until I win the jackpot and can buy a small holding I will be happy with the three nutters I already have. Well three and a half really and that brings me to the point of my ramblings.
About 8 months ago, a little ginger kitten moved in next door – Pickle. As soon as Pickle laid eyes on Weed they decided to be BFFs (refer to picture). Weed was excited because she had finally found something smaller than her to play with and Pickle was happy because he had found another feeding station and two more humans to serve him.

As the months went by Pickle spent more and more time at ours – eating, sleeping with us, eating, teasing the cats, eating and rough and tumbling with Weed. And then one day it stopped.
Some disgusting excuse for a human being kicked Pickle in the head so hard that he had to be rushed to hospital. Thankfully he is ok, but has lost one of his eyes. He has also kind of lost that fearless, cocky spirit that endeared us to him so much when he first strolled in.

I will never be able to understand why people abuse other living things but most of all I will never understand why they target those that are the most defenceless – children, the elderly and animals. They make me sick and I think there is a very special place in hell for them.

My main point here is that this kind of abuse takes place on a daily basis and very few people do anything about it.
If you see a kid kicking a dog on the side of the road get out of your car and do something about it (don’t strangle the kid though – that could lead to further drama). If you know your neighbours are mistreating their animals call the SPCA.

Here are some of the animal associations that will help you and that need your support to keep doing what they’re doing. Consider supporting one.
SPCA
NSPCA
Animal Rescue Organisation
Abandoned
Wet Nose Animal Rescue Centre
TEARS
DARG

Remember, every person has a role to play in the well being of animals. We domesticated them and as a result they can’t survive without us. Whether it’s ensuring that your animals are spayed and neutered (which by law they must be unless you are a registered breeder) or it’s calling the SPCA when you see vagrants selling pedigree puppies that have clearly been stolen – we all need to do something. Anything.

Posted 726 days ago by Sarah Manners
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