Yesyes, it's true: I'm officially beginning my 9 day weekend ;-)
Since daycare is closed for 3 weeks, someone has to stay with little Count Cuteness over here, so I've got a week off, then he goes to grandmère for a week, then the BF stays home for the last week. So, a week off, what to do? Besides taking care of W, not very much to do during the day besides domesticalities (is that a word?), but evenings & weekends... I'm totally free! So if anyone has any ideas... :-)
In other news, in about a week's time, I'm finally starting my driving lessons... To be continued ;-)
I recently rediscovered an artist I didn't like too much, Sam Sparro. The only think I knew( and thus disliked) of him, was this:
You see what I meen? Wannabe... Reminds me of Pretty Fly for a White Guy ;-)
But now, he released this amazing new can't-sit-still-must-get-freak-on-single:
It's been on 'repeat' all day in my head. Damn. I want to go out dancing!! ;-)
vrijdag 18 juli 2008
woensdag 2 juli 2008
Ice ice baby (e-eeh)
What a strange weather today, one minute it's 35 degrees out there, the next minute it's a thunderstorm.
Kinda like... my head, right now? ;-)
maandag 30 juni 2008
Some people just have TOO MUCH TIME on their hands!!!
I got this link from a friend who discovered there are people remaking entire music video's in SIM's-versions... Try youtube'ing 'sims music video' and have fun ;-)
Why, oh why...??
Why, oh why...??
Tell me why...
In other words: my collegues and I were all in quite a state this morning... :-D
That's mondays for you...
woensdag 25 juni 2008
Things are looking up
Ah, don't really know what came over me today, but I'm suddenly in a much happier mood than I've been in for the last few weeks.
On saturday, I had a "date" with my ex (read: have a drink and catch up, no funny stuff) and: he stood me up. Stood. ME. Up. That had never, ever happened before in my entire life. OK, the man had an excuse (missing cellphone, I meen, if that were to happen to me I woulnd't have anyone's number either) but still I felt quite stupid standing on the Groenplaats for an hour thinking he was running late.
But, as expected, apologies were offered to my address in the form of a new date, in about two weeks, going to the Moeze as I've been been planning to do for... how long do we know eachother? I think it will be 6 years this year. So I will finally be able to take him there, although lately it seems to be a forgotten place where it's only population me (and D) between the hours of 23 and 01...
Today, with all of my emotions bubbling up inside me lately with nowhere to go, I confided in a collegue of mine who'd seemingly had a similar experience in her past, and when I told her in little words what was bugging me, she seemed to understand it AND have some rational things to say about it, too. It made me feel a lot better, and it dawned on me it was about time I told someone inpartial (impartial?) who could just say: what I see is this, what I think about it is that.
Just aknowledging the feeling and telling me I was dealing quite well - by actually not dealing with it at all, by letting it be and see what time will bring me ;-D
Anyway. She cheered me right up. Thanks Val ;-)
On saturday, I had a "date" with my ex (read: have a drink and catch up, no funny stuff) and: he stood me up. Stood. ME. Up. That had never, ever happened before in my entire life. OK, the man had an excuse (missing cellphone, I meen, if that were to happen to me I woulnd't have anyone's number either) but still I felt quite stupid standing on the Groenplaats for an hour thinking he was running late.
But, as expected, apologies were offered to my address in the form of a new date, in about two weeks, going to the Moeze as I've been been planning to do for... how long do we know eachother? I think it will be 6 years this year. So I will finally be able to take him there, although lately it seems to be a forgotten place where it's only population me (and D) between the hours of 23 and 01...
Today, with all of my emotions bubbling up inside me lately with nowhere to go, I confided in a collegue of mine who'd seemingly had a similar experience in her past, and when I told her in little words what was bugging me, she seemed to understand it AND have some rational things to say about it, too. It made me feel a lot better, and it dawned on me it was about time I told someone inpartial (impartial?) who could just say: what I see is this, what I think about it is that.
Just aknowledging the feeling and telling me I was dealing quite well - by actually not dealing with it at all, by letting it be and see what time will bring me ;-D
Anyway. She cheered me right up. Thanks Val ;-)
zondag 22 juni 2008
dinsdag 17 juni 2008
Old? Nope. Classic.
I know, why all the cornyness these days, it's just in the air I guess.
I'm just a sucker when it comes to Mancini... Gotta love the 60's ;-)
Last weekend I was stupid enough to say some things out loud I'd rather kept quiet (that happens too frequently these days, sometimes bubbly feelings are best kept to yourself) - and for some reason, all of sunday I caught myself humming this tune:
It's been some confusing days and weeks, and I still feel like scrambled eggs on toast :-)
I never thought 24 was one of them Important Identity Crisis-ages, doesn't that normally come at about 30?
Anyhow, that's what's been going on. I haven't quite been myself lately, and apparently I can't cover it all up with fake smiles and loads of concealer, if now my collegues start to notice it too.
For all you peeps out there thinking about having kids: it's a bliss, I wouldn't trade it for a gazillion dollars, life with a baby is filled with moments to remember and you notice something amazing about 'em everyday - just don't hope of being a parent ànd someones partner. Not if you are both parenting the same child anyway ;-) It's nonsense that you can cope with a fulltime job, a baby, a mortgage, (at least) two families, hobbies, friends, a husband and hopefully some alonetime. Nonsense I tell you! ;-) The expectations are too freakin' high and frankly, I ain't ashamed to admit that I _can't_ cope. Feel like taking my baby and moving to planet ALONE.
OK, now I can't overexaggerate: I'm SUPERhappy I decided to have kids this early on; in about 3 years when school starts, I'll have the majority of my life back and will only be 27. At about 35 he'll be in highschool, and by the time he moves out I'll only be 40something. But, on the downside: having a baby and a relationship that's not going the way it should be going, scares the crap (is that Walter? sorry, inside joke for all you Jeff Dunham fans out there) out of me.
Blèh. Wish I had a fortune telling mirror or something.
I'm just a sucker when it comes to Mancini... Gotta love the 60's ;-)
Last weekend I was stupid enough to say some things out loud I'd rather kept quiet (that happens too frequently these days, sometimes bubbly feelings are best kept to yourself) - and for some reason, all of sunday I caught myself humming this tune:
It's been some confusing days and weeks, and I still feel like scrambled eggs on toast :-)
I never thought 24 was one of them Important Identity Crisis-ages, doesn't that normally come at about 30?
Anyhow, that's what's been going on. I haven't quite been myself lately, and apparently I can't cover it all up with fake smiles and loads of concealer, if now my collegues start to notice it too.
For all you peeps out there thinking about having kids: it's a bliss, I wouldn't trade it for a gazillion dollars, life with a baby is filled with moments to remember and you notice something amazing about 'em everyday - just don't hope of being a parent ànd someones partner. Not if you are both parenting the same child anyway ;-) It's nonsense that you can cope with a fulltime job, a baby, a mortgage, (at least) two families, hobbies, friends, a husband and hopefully some alonetime. Nonsense I tell you! ;-) The expectations are too freakin' high and frankly, I ain't ashamed to admit that I _can't_ cope. Feel like taking my baby and moving to planet ALONE.
OK, now I can't overexaggerate: I'm SUPERhappy I decided to have kids this early on; in about 3 years when school starts, I'll have the majority of my life back and will only be 27. At about 35 he'll be in highschool, and by the time he moves out I'll only be 40something. But, on the downside: having a baby and a relationship that's not going the way it should be going, scares the crap (is that Walter? sorry, inside joke for all you Jeff Dunham fans out there) out of me.
Blèh. Wish I had a fortune telling mirror or something.
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