Saturday, April 21, 2007
Thursday, April 19, 2007
Nope, nothing on tele
so I'm back to annoy you guys, I just noticed I forgot to change my blog settings to summer time, so I adjusted that...
Well, they are still asleep, they have been since a quarter to seven, which is the first time I put them to bed and did not have to go back up to tuck one of them in... yiha! :D
I have an addition to one of my earlier posts of the day, I was going through the main shopping street today and there was a ladder standing in the gutter, leaning against a house, leaving enough space (the entire sidewalk) to pass. It's funny how superstition still lives amongst us... I just walked underneath it, but a lot of people refused to and walked around it, apparently thinking it'll bring more luck to get hit by a car than walking underneath a ladder... what's the worst that can happen!? If there's a painter or a windowcleaner on the ladder, I won't go underneath it, mostly because I don't like getting paint or water on me, but if there is no one on the ladder and there is enough space to go underneath it, why wouldn't you??!!
This being said, I must admit something... I am superstitious too... I refuse to open an umbrella indoors... and I hate other people doing so...
Well, they are still asleep, they have been since a quarter to seven, which is the first time I put them to bed and did not have to go back up to tuck one of them in... yiha! :D
I have an addition to one of my earlier posts of the day, I was going through the main shopping street today and there was a ladder standing in the gutter, leaning against a house, leaving enough space (the entire sidewalk) to pass. It's funny how superstition still lives amongst us... I just walked underneath it, but a lot of people refused to and walked around it, apparently thinking it'll bring more luck to get hit by a car than walking underneath a ladder... what's the worst that can happen!? If there's a painter or a windowcleaner on the ladder, I won't go underneath it, mostly because I don't like getting paint or water on me, but if there is no one on the ladder and there is enough space to go underneath it, why wouldn't you??!!
This being said, I must admit something... I am superstitious too... I refuse to open an umbrella indoors... and I hate other people doing so...
Too good to be true
The past three evenings Soufyan and Yaesseen (especially Yaesseen since he decided that he was the leader of the gang) have been testing my patience at bedtime. On Monday it took me until 21.30 to get them to sleep, whilst I brought them to bed at seven, which is their normal bedtime, on Tuesday they didn't shut up nor fall asleep until half past eight, which was an hour and a half after I put them to bed and yesterday was as bad as Monday. It has cost me sweat, blood and tears to get and keep them (again especially Yaesseen) in bed. Today's different though, I put them to bed ten minutes ago, a quarter of an hour earlier then usual, on their own request... I cannot believe my luck!!! I'll still wait for about twenty minutes to really believe it, since it might be a trick of some sort... ;)
But if it stays quiet for twenty more minutes, I'll start doing my ironing, which I planned for Monday evening, I could have done that on Tuesday, since I had some time then in the evening, but on Tuesday I had another mission: talking to my absolute dearest friend in the world. I had a brilliant night on Tuesday, just talking on the phone! :) But that conversation has done me a world of good. Yesterday nearly drove me to insanity, since Yaesseen kept climbing on a chest and then jump down from it onto his bed, and I couldn't explain to the little fella that he might break his neck doing so...But tonight might be a good one, tonight I might be able to iron my summer clothes (they've been in the cupboard for ages, so they could do with a bit of ironing), and just have some me-time...
unfortunately I finished reading my book and don't have another one yet... so it'll have to be television tonight... hope there is something good on! :D
But if it stays quiet for twenty more minutes, I'll start doing my ironing, which I planned for Monday evening, I could have done that on Tuesday, since I had some time then in the evening, but on Tuesday I had another mission: talking to my absolute dearest friend in the world. I had a brilliant night on Tuesday, just talking on the phone! :) But that conversation has done me a world of good. Yesterday nearly drove me to insanity, since Yaesseen kept climbing on a chest and then jump down from it onto his bed, and I couldn't explain to the little fella that he might break his neck doing so...But tonight might be a good one, tonight I might be able to iron my summer clothes (they've been in the cupboard for ages, so they could do with a bit of ironing), and just have some me-time...
unfortunately I finished reading my book and don't have another one yet... so it'll have to be television tonight... hope there is something good on! :D
I believe in angels
It's the start of a song, isn't it? I don't really know who sang the song and how it goes further, the only thing I know is that the song starts with "I believe in angels", which I do too...
I don't remember if I already wrote about the subject, and I'm too bloody lazy to go through all my posts to find out if I did...
But ever since Ilyas' birth, well, ever since about a month and a half after his birthday to be correct, I started believing in guardian angels. I think I did before, but I was still on a search and I was just not open to it, I guess. But when Ilyas was a few weeks old he was a bit poorly and the doctors didn't really know what it was, first they thought he had a condition know as 'reflux', where acid from the stomach continuously comes up and inflames everything it passes. So we started treatment for that condition, which didn't help, so he ended up in hospital where they did some tests on him, it turned out that he did not have reflux. But since he gave a really strong reaction when they placed the tube through his nose, they thought he might have mucovisidosis (I think that is the right translation for it), so he got a test on that too. Luckily enough the test turned out negative, but they could still not point out what it was.
During that time I was e-mailing a lot with a colleague who's based in Brussels, he had some issues too and in a way we found each other in a difficult time (ain't that the best time to built good friendships!?). He was the first one who told me you could ask guardian angels for support, and he did so for Ilyas and the weirdest thing about it was that Ilyas was doing a lot better afterwards, he did it a second time when it was going worse again, and again, Ilyas' situation improved a great deal. When I came to think about it, there had been dozens of situations that turned out great against all odds, so why wouldn't there be angels involved in those situations (my father survived an accident with his parachute, which would normally have killed him, and he's not even in a wheelchair..., Yaesseen once had an accident when he was only 18 months old and he came out without even one scratch, etc.), so I started reading up on angels. I found a book with cards and in that book they advise you to take a test with the card, to check out if it's for real. Which it was for me, for Icky, for my mum...
So... I believe in angels, and I'm thankful for everything they did in my life to make sure I kept standing on my two feet, I'm thankful for the people they brought into my life, for everything really...
I don't remember if I already wrote about the subject, and I'm too bloody lazy to go through all my posts to find out if I did...
But ever since Ilyas' birth, well, ever since about a month and a half after his birthday to be correct, I started believing in guardian angels. I think I did before, but I was still on a search and I was just not open to it, I guess. But when Ilyas was a few weeks old he was a bit poorly and the doctors didn't really know what it was, first they thought he had a condition know as 'reflux', where acid from the stomach continuously comes up and inflames everything it passes. So we started treatment for that condition, which didn't help, so he ended up in hospital where they did some tests on him, it turned out that he did not have reflux. But since he gave a really strong reaction when they placed the tube through his nose, they thought he might have mucovisidosis (I think that is the right translation for it), so he got a test on that too. Luckily enough the test turned out negative, but they could still not point out what it was.
During that time I was e-mailing a lot with a colleague who's based in Brussels, he had some issues too and in a way we found each other in a difficult time (ain't that the best time to built good friendships!?). He was the first one who told me you could ask guardian angels for support, and he did so for Ilyas and the weirdest thing about it was that Ilyas was doing a lot better afterwards, he did it a second time when it was going worse again, and again, Ilyas' situation improved a great deal. When I came to think about it, there had been dozens of situations that turned out great against all odds, so why wouldn't there be angels involved in those situations (my father survived an accident with his parachute, which would normally have killed him, and he's not even in a wheelchair..., Yaesseen once had an accident when he was only 18 months old and he came out without even one scratch, etc.), so I started reading up on angels. I found a book with cards and in that book they advise you to take a test with the card, to check out if it's for real. Which it was for me, for Icky, for my mum...
So... I believe in angels, and I'm thankful for everything they did in my life to make sure I kept standing on my two feet, I'm thankful for the people they brought into my life, for everything really...
What do you want to be when you grow up?
in secondary school that was the one of the main issues amongst most of us, what do we want to be when we grow up? It was even an issue in primary school, the last two grades anyway.
Funny thing is that it feels that I had a better idea of what I wanted to be when I'd grown up, then I do now. When I was eleven, I wanted to be a biologist, I wanted to study nature and everything that had something to do with it, but a few years later that didn't seem too interesting to me anymore, probably since biology was not my best subject. Then I wanted to be a writer, that was on my list when I was ten as well, but since a cousin of mine (one whom I looked up to) just started his biology studies (which he never finished btw), I wanted to do the same thing, funny little me. But the ambition of being a writer never really went away until I was 18 years old, wrote a book, sent it to some editors and got a reply two days later that it was not what they were looking for. It then never occured to me that they might not have read it, since the reply came nearly faster then they must have received my writing, but it really discouraged me though.
When I was 17 I thought language studies might be what I was waiting for, so after I graduaded secondary school, I took up interpreting and translating at college, which was really nice, a lot of fun, freedom, but it was really hard as well, since I took too much of the fun and freedom and too little of the class and studying for my part. To no one's surprise I failed a lot of classes (most of them, I didn't have to redo any English exams, nor filosophy, but for all the rest (world economics, world history, Spanish, Dutch etc.) I had to redo every exam... not good), I failed most of my exams for the second time around, and then decided to take it easier and take up secretary studies, which was not too difficult for me, but it was nothing for me. I sat in a class with girls who only wore designer clothes, designer handbags etc. I had some friends there, but just like me they didn't really fit in either, who were we kidding anyway, we were not meant to be a secretary, so didn't finish that either. Then I ended up with some personal issues (don't we all) and ended up in Scotland. A job as Customer Services Representative, and ever since October 2001 all I ever did besides giving birth was working as an operator. That was not on my list when I was younger...
So now I'm stuck with the main question I left unanswered in my teens... what do I want to be when I grow up?
I have no idea
"You can be anything you want to be", I tell my kids all the time, even though they are still toddlers, I want them to keep their options open, however, I have some ideas in my head on what they'll be when they've grown up, how come I can do that for them and not for me??
But the clock is ticking and fact is that I don't want to work as an operator for the coming forty years though... however I do enjoy what I do, I doubt I'll still enjoy it when I've passed my sixties...
Funny thing is that it feels that I had a better idea of what I wanted to be when I'd grown up, then I do now. When I was eleven, I wanted to be a biologist, I wanted to study nature and everything that had something to do with it, but a few years later that didn't seem too interesting to me anymore, probably since biology was not my best subject. Then I wanted to be a writer, that was on my list when I was ten as well, but since a cousin of mine (one whom I looked up to) just started his biology studies (which he never finished btw), I wanted to do the same thing, funny little me. But the ambition of being a writer never really went away until I was 18 years old, wrote a book, sent it to some editors and got a reply two days later that it was not what they were looking for. It then never occured to me that they might not have read it, since the reply came nearly faster then they must have received my writing, but it really discouraged me though.
When I was 17 I thought language studies might be what I was waiting for, so after I graduaded secondary school, I took up interpreting and translating at college, which was really nice, a lot of fun, freedom, but it was really hard as well, since I took too much of the fun and freedom and too little of the class and studying for my part. To no one's surprise I failed a lot of classes (most of them, I didn't have to redo any English exams, nor filosophy, but for all the rest (world economics, world history, Spanish, Dutch etc.) I had to redo every exam... not good), I failed most of my exams for the second time around, and then decided to take it easier and take up secretary studies, which was not too difficult for me, but it was nothing for me. I sat in a class with girls who only wore designer clothes, designer handbags etc. I had some friends there, but just like me they didn't really fit in either, who were we kidding anyway, we were not meant to be a secretary, so didn't finish that either. Then I ended up with some personal issues (don't we all) and ended up in Scotland. A job as Customer Services Representative, and ever since October 2001 all I ever did besides giving birth was working as an operator. That was not on my list when I was younger...
So now I'm stuck with the main question I left unanswered in my teens... what do I want to be when I grow up?
I have no idea
"You can be anything you want to be", I tell my kids all the time, even though they are still toddlers, I want them to keep their options open, however, I have some ideas in my head on what they'll be when they've grown up, how come I can do that for them and not for me??
But the clock is ticking and fact is that I don't want to work as an operator for the coming forty years though... however I do enjoy what I do, I doubt I'll still enjoy it when I've passed my sixties...
how time gets the best (or worst) of us
It's funny how people change if you haven't seen them in a while, isn't it? If I run into someone I haven't seen for a while, I'm always surprised about how much they've changed (except for you Lars, you were exactly the same as I remembered you... :D)
Last time I had it when I ran into the younger brother of one of my friends, the last time I saw him he was barely sixteen, and I kept on remembering him the way he was then, but it's been 8 years since I saw him and he's now 24, so, fully grown, which was odd, since I expected him to still be the teenager he was. :D and I always have things like this, it's like my brain cannot think further then it left something. I really cannot picture other people ageing if I don't actually see them doing so...
is it me, or does anyone else have the same problem?
Last time I had it when I ran into the younger brother of one of my friends, the last time I saw him he was barely sixteen, and I kept on remembering him the way he was then, but it's been 8 years since I saw him and he's now 24, so, fully grown, which was odd, since I expected him to still be the teenager he was. :D and I always have things like this, it's like my brain cannot think further then it left something. I really cannot picture other people ageing if I don't actually see them doing so...
is it me, or does anyone else have the same problem?
mankind is a funny thing
People are funny creatures, I've always known that, but I had ten days off work and ran into a lot of people that I don't personally know, so I noticed it even more... here are some incidents;
- I went to the laundrette last week and had a nice conversation with a woman there, and we were talking about clothes and neither she nor me liked to spend a lot of money on just one item of clothes, especially not for kids. She did her clothesshopping in the same shops as we do. On Saturday morning I took Soufyan to the market and on our way home we ran into her, placing the sign for her shop. I didn't know the new shop around our corner was hers, but she then said it is. I have always been amazed by the shop, since it sells dogs clothes and other things for dogs. They have a website as well, so if you want to take a look at what they're selling, you can click here (to see what they have in store, click on the pic). What I don't understand is that if you don't spend a lot on money on clothes for yourself or your kids, why would you do so for your dog!? LOL But nonetheless, I think she has guts to open the store and she has a lot of customers and she deserves them, really, she's nice, so far she's one of the nicest people I met at the laundrette :)
- Yesterdaymorning, on my way home from school, I ran into two girls on high heels, with the opinion "the higher, the better", and they looked at me oddly since I was just wearing comfy shoes, I know for a fact since they were looking at my shoes, after a while I discovered why: jealousy! Because I noticed them doing the same thing to someone else in similar shoes as mine. Ok, we might not look 10 cm's taller then they do, but our feet don't hurt, our back doesn't hurt and I can actually take ten steps in the time they took only one, since they were both kind of wobbly on their nice shoes. I don't get why you pay a lot of money for shoes you cannot walk on...
- I went to the laundrette last week and had a nice conversation with a woman there, and we were talking about clothes and neither she nor me liked to spend a lot of money on just one item of clothes, especially not for kids. She did her clothesshopping in the same shops as we do. On Saturday morning I took Soufyan to the market and on our way home we ran into her, placing the sign for her shop. I didn't know the new shop around our corner was hers, but she then said it is. I have always been amazed by the shop, since it sells dogs clothes and other things for dogs. They have a website as well, so if you want to take a look at what they're selling, you can click here (to see what they have in store, click on the pic). What I don't understand is that if you don't spend a lot on money on clothes for yourself or your kids, why would you do so for your dog!? LOL But nonetheless, I think she has guts to open the store and she has a lot of customers and she deserves them, really, she's nice, so far she's one of the nicest people I met at the laundrette :)
- Yesterdaymorning, on my way home from school, I ran into two girls on high heels, with the opinion "the higher, the better", and they looked at me oddly since I was just wearing comfy shoes, I know for a fact since they were looking at my shoes, after a while I discovered why: jealousy! Because I noticed them doing the same thing to someone else in similar shoes as mine. Ok, we might not look 10 cm's taller then they do, but our feet don't hurt, our back doesn't hurt and I can actually take ten steps in the time they took only one, since they were both kind of wobbly on their nice shoes. I don't get why you pay a lot of money for shoes you cannot walk on...
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