Hallelujah

I've seen and hear quite a few people sing the Jeff Buckley song "Hallelujah", and I must say that the song is growing on me, however boring I thought it was at first...

I'm starting to appreciate it a great deal, so I decided to share it with you. You tube has a version sung by Udo.

Is this the end

of Reality TV?? Let's hope so! Finally the big TV companies have seen that reality is not really pleasing every single human being, so they've bought some new good series, however, they should realise that it's not too interesting that they all broadcast their too expensive serie on the same night at the same day. OK, I know that that is all about the competion to attrackt the most viewers.

I'm rather pleased that there is no other show on when my favourite sitcom is broadcasted, however, I would like it to be broadcasted about twenty minutes later, but thank god for comfort view! :D well, thank Belgacom for it! :D

Well, I'm off for now, will be watching some tele!

Change of template

I realised yesterday that the visitors to this blog are mainly male (to my knowledge only male, if there are any females reading this, please let me know!) So I decided to pick a template that suits the audience a bit more. I realised that some of yous are reading the blog whilst at work and if your colleagues see you reading a pink website, they might be making fun of you, and I don't want that...
So, here's a more professional look to this blog, I hope you'll enjoy it better then the pink. The pink wasn't really like me anyway :)

Would I be waiting for a bus

if it were my car??

Yesterday I was waiting for the bus to take me and Ilyas home, but the bus was late and I stood there for about 15 mins. There was a man standing across the street, by a car. After about five mins he asked me if the car was mine. It was clouded and chilly, the man lives across from the busstop, he's seen me waiting for the bus dozens of times, if it were my car, would I stand outside with my child for 15 minutes???
Then he said he'd seen one of his neighbours with the car, so maybe it's their car... if you know the car is your neighbours, and if you know I am not one of your neighbours, do you then actually think the car is mine!? I wanted to shout, but instead I asked if the car was really in his way, ok, it was parked in front of his house, but it was not falsy parked, there were no cars in front nor behind it, so I really didn't get the deal about the car. He then said that his son was coming and needed to park his car (two double trucks could park there...) I really didn't get the deal.

I have put my brain at work

We've received an official mail in the general mailbox of our helpdesk stating the sentence "I have put my brain at work", ergo "I did some thinking", which made my brain work...

how to say you've been thinking in the most ridiculous way?

Here's what I've came up with, please put some other thoughts in the comments box...

- I have put some diesel in my motor and it sputtered a bit but after it ran warm I realised...

- I woke up the thing in my head

- The mucus upstairs started humming

- huh

- Something extraordinary happened and I saw a light flash, followed with a horrible headache and came up with...

cartoons of the day

 

It's funny how the cartoons differ even though it's the same site, only another language option...

 

 

cuddly kitten day...

to keep y'all informed on my mailings from Editor Bob, telling me which day today is, I need to pass on this information;

today is cuddly kitten day. Lars, I know you hate kittens, so I guess you won't be too happy with this day ;)

But for all the kittens out there: it's your cuddly day! haha, I don't think there'll be a kitten who cares, but still...

 

 

Did you know

On the website www.wistudat.net they put things you didn't know, well things that I didn't know, like this one:

 

Herrings communicate by farting at night. (LOL, so, some people are fish)

But I do want to know

- how you feel

- what you like

- what makes you happy

- what makes you unhappy

- ...

No, I don't want to know

Some people think I want to know certain details, I don't...

I need to get some of my frustration off my chest, and you guys are my humble victims ;)

Here's a list of things I don't want to know:

- I don't want to know about anyone's bowel movements, I don't care how long you were on the pot, how it smelled and what it looked like, I just don't care, it disgusts me.

- I don't want to know what it sounds like when a train hits a person, I really don't want to know, and don't look at me oddly when I run off to the toilet to throw up, no, I'm not pregnant, I only lost a friend under a train, and don't want to know what he went through.

- I frankly don't care about how many times you came last night

- If you were drunk and threw up, please don't tell me what it looked like, do I honestly look interested??!!

 

This list is not finished, but I'll let you all off the hook for now... ;-)

Today...

is world water day! Which is actually quite ironic since we got our bill from Pidpa (the water company in Belgium), and the bill for the past year scared the hell out of me... They created a site for World Water Day. It's actually really actual since the news had an item on a photographer who's got an exhibition about water, with pictures of dried out landscapes, animals, people, as well as pictures of floods etc.

Damn...

I missed the "everything you do is right-day", which was last Friday... I will have to note that in my agenda for next year, because that is a not to miss day, isn't it? How brilliant could it be to abuse that day??? ;p

Home boys

I just made pancakes for Soufyan and Yaesseen. I kept them home from school today. I used the "because then they can rest a bit" excuse for myself, but just realised that I was kidding myself. OK, they have slept two hours and a half longer then any other day this week, which did them a lot of good, and they are still a bit tired, so they get an afternoon nap as well. And it does them a world of good to have an extra day of rest, because their life is even more tiring then ours. During a normal weekday, they wake up at 5.45, they are dropped off at daycare at 7.00, from daycare they are brought to school at 8.20, and school starts at 8.45, it finishes at 3.15, but they stay there until 3.40, then they are picked up by daycare, where one of us picks them up between 5.20 and 6.00. And then their day isn't over yet, first, they are taken home, then they must have dinner (which they have to wait for, since food doesn't cook itself when you are on your way home), get a bath and go to bed.
But quite frankly, I just realised that it does me a lot more good then them. So I spoil them a little bit, in small ways, to make sure they enjoy their day at home then they would enjoy a day at school. That's why I made them pancakes for lunch, which should beat sandwiches... I've been singing and dancing with them, I've played games with them, I jumped when they asked me to, I've carried them to the potty, sat next to them when they were on it...

Funny thing is that usually I am not really aware of the fact that I am a working mum with three wee boys, it hardly occurs to me that I've given birth three times in just six weeks over three years. Sometimes people ask me how we do it, combining work with family life, especially without a car, and the fact that we are both working in shifts, and I always say: "you just close your eyes, dive and start swimming", because quite frankly, that's what we've done the past four years, sometimes we were lucky with the tide and we hardly had to swim, but we've had bad luck as well, and at those points we had to hold on tight to everything and everyone we passed. Don't get me wrong, I am not at all complaining, because everything that ever went wrong or everything that ever stood in our way has made us stronger and everything that went wrong brought along something good as well. I am all too well aware of the fact that it takes rain to make rainbows.

But today I have realised that I kept the boys home for no other reason than that I wanted to spend my day with them. And please, don't make me sing the Piet Piraat, Bob the Builder or any other tune, but if one of them looks at me and asks me to, I'm quite sure I'll do it again... :-)

El Shorty

He felt a bit outsided after I did not post a picture of his shoes, so to
make up for that, I'll post a pic of his shirt in stead...

There is a story to this shirt, which has been made for him, the story itself is quite hilarious, but I'll ask him to tell it himself in the comments. So, El Shorty, if you see this post before I see you, please tell everyone the 69-shirt story... LOL

Important event

Today, Thursday March 22nd, my friend and colleague Phasma is celebrating his birthday. So he deserves a special note, doesn't he?!



Dear Phasma, I hope you spend the day the way you wanted to, I hope your birthday is brilliant, that you and D will celebrate at least fifty other birthdays together and that you'll be happy and cheerful throughout the coming years! You are a really nice friend, and I feel honoured knowing you, because you really make my life more amusing! Let's hope ageing doesn't change you one bit ;p



So, let's all sing for him: happy birthday to you, happy birthday to you, happy birthday dear phasma, happy birthday to you!!!

Soufyan and Yaesseen in the afterschool care

Why does it always...

... happen to me?

Picture this, I'm walking in the corridor with my friend (he calls himself Phasma in the comments here, so I'll call him that as well in this post) and we were having a laugh with some papers one of the teamleaders put on the door and the cupboards on the office floor. He always changes them, we had a Sinterklaas end of November and the beginning of December, a Santa the rest of December etc. And now he's made some bunny's (Easter's coming up), and some of them are Winnie the Pooh dressed up as a bunny.

So there we stood, dissing him and his papers and all of a sudden he was there, right behind us... not good, not good
LOL

That's sooooooooo like Phasma and me, why do things like these always happen to us???

Today is the national day against racism and discrimination, we can only support that... :D

In case anyone's interested

today is my 9680th day alive

LOL

it brings everything in perspective if you count your age in days... ;-p (not that I did count it with a calculator myself, but if you check your biorithm, it gives you your livedays)

Spring is in the air

but someone should tell the poor flowers, because last week they were blooming and facing the sky, and today, on the first day of spring they were not really looking happy, looking down, sadly...

Poor flowers...

Sweatex

Another revolutionary invention... www.sweatex.be have created pads for sweaty armpits...
So I checked their site, I needed to see the product, but it is expensive, and I don't think it's really comfortable to wear though...
Imagine wearing that when you just gave birth, you are then wearing breast pads, armpit pads, and period pads... must be fun :D
I honestly cannot imagine anyone wearing something similar,but respect for the inventors though...

Birthday time

Today I will return to business as usual, and it's birthday time!!! Hoorrah!
We will be celebrating someone's 2050th birthday... :D
Here's a little story about our birthday boy (I'm not sure wether boy is the correct word though...) Ovidius
So, happy birthday to you, Ovidius, you are not forgotten!
Roman poet, noted especially for his ARS AMATORIA and METAMORPHOSES. Ovid was the first major writer to grow up under the empire. He died far from home, in a desolate town by the Black Sea. During the Middle Ages and Renaissance, Ovidian stories were highly popular among artists, poets and in courts. In England the Metamorphoses was one of Chaucer's favorite books.

I'm sorry for any fool who rates sleep a prime blessing
And enjoys it from dusk till dawn
Night in, night out. What's sleep but cold death's
reflection?
(from 'Elegy 9b' trans. by Peter Green)

So, happy birthday to you, Ovidius, you are not forgotten!

Card of the day...

Every day I go to the website maantjeslicht where I "draw" my tarot card of the day and up to now my card was always scaringly correct, and they differ a lot.

Today the card I got was "Death", which doesn't mean I'm going to die today, but that I'll go through a complete transformation, that some things will come to an end, but that I'll get something nice in return. And that t h e r e i s n o w a y b a c k...
I wonder what will happen

maybe it was the fact that I panicked for the very first time in my life...

The scare of a lifetime

My colleague was reading an article from an online paper out loud, there is a bombalarm going on in a school in Lier, in Koninklijk Technisch Atheneum, our boys go to a primary school in Koninklijk Atheneum. I did not hear her say Technisch, but I heard Koninklijk Atheneum, I have never ever experienced a similar feeling, I died a million deaths in just one minute.

The actual alarm is going on in the street that is parallel with ours, it's just around the corner, but still, I honestly don't mind, if our house gets blown away, everything can just blow up in my humble opinion, as long as I know our boys are alright...

I'll be so happy to see them, I'll hug them to death, I won't sigh tonight if Soufyan asks why for the twentieth time in a minute.

Who the hell calls a bombalarm in a school??? what kind of sick mind does that???? What's the use of it? Is it not getting a bit out of hand?

Ok, I admit to be a worried mum, but I bet I am not the only one...

Four seasons in one day

 

The weather is undoubtedly female. And I think it's the time of month for her, because she's as moody as any other female. And she's quite unsure wether it should snow, be sunny, should rain, be sunny, should snow some more, be cloudy, sunny.... and so on and so on, but she never really sticks to one option for longer then say half an hour...

 

 

 

Last Friday

I tried to post a message saying that I was inspirationless, since everything went the way it should be going. However, I could not get it posted, and should have taken that as a sign, because at that point everything starting going kind of weird.

Ilyas' childminder had to take the day off for a personal reason, so Ilyas went to another one, for the first time and I did not have her phonenumber (clever me, thinking that I would not need it). When we were about to leave for work we were informed that there was a bombalarm going on at Antwerp Central Station. So I decided to opt for the sure (but slower) option, and take the bus, but on the bus we heard the dispatcher inform the driver that there had been an accident and he had to take another route.

OK, at last we arrived at our destination, just in time, afterwards my decision turned out to be a good one, because the trains had delays up to an hour... so the bus was still faster. But it was quite a stressful way to start the weekend off... next time I cannot post a message I'll be prepared for the worse ;-)

Why do those prankers always decide that Friday afternoons are the ideal time to give out a prank bombalarm? Is it that amusing to get commuters stuck right when they think the weekend has started?? Why not doing so on a Tuesday morning, so that they cannot make it to work?? (just an idea for the future... )