Joolez Talk

Ice, ice, baby!

Since the going-to-work debacle of this morning just 5 mins ago I found out about the freezer-debacle.

So, after I left the house this morning around 7 a.m. and the stowing away of foods shortly thereafter I had not been to the kitchen at all. Which is why only now, after I decided to go into the kitchen to start preparing for dinner, so that the starved boyfriend, after a long work-day will not collapse right then and there on the spot, I saw the horrors! Or say: I felt it first.

I love being barefoot at home, unfortunately that also means that I will step in each and everything the cats leave in their wake, be it sand from the litterbox or furballs (let me explain to those who don't have cats, a furball, although it sounds quite cute and clean is anything BUT!)

So there I was, wet feet in an otherwise dry kitchen. And then I saw it: water started oozing out at the bottom of the freezer. Not in a wild stream or such, but a steady dribble. I assume, that when the boyfriend -dearest-, this morning took out some bread from the freezer, he apparently hadn't shut the freezer door all the way. So although it looked closed, it wasn't, and since more than 10 hours had passed everything had started to melt ...

When I opened the freezer door this is what I saw ...

A flush of happiness flowing through my body and a flush of cold water flowing through my toes I started cleaning up. 

Needless to say, that whatever is cooking tonight might not be prepared with love ... it rather my be served "ice-cold"!

Bon Appetit!

Good morning Alzheimer's

Good Morning Alzheimer!

Got up this morning 10 mins after my boyfriend had left for work (at 5 a.m.) and shortly before 7 a.m. All the while not realizing it's the weekend!

So I drove to the office, already surprised at how low traffic was and absolutely stunned at how many parking spaces were available at the office when I finally realized: it's Saturday! I don't work today.

So I did the next best thing: I did all the grocery and other shopping and can now move on to cleaning and laundry.
Oh sweet sweet weekend, 'tis true, how leisurely and relaxed art thou!

I guess I would have preferred the office. I like that kind of work better.

Where were you when ...

People always ask you: "Where were you on 9/11". And strangely enough it is a question I can answer. I do know where I was. I was home sick, lying on the couch watching something stupid on tv, when they broke the news. I called my boyfriend who was working and told him. 

But that isn't really what I want to talk about. I ask myself the same question: "Where were you when 'XYZ' happened". For example: 
Where was I when I realized that I would never get married and never have children?
Where was I when I realized that all the dreams I had had for my life until that point were never going to be my life?
Where was I when I decided that I would just go on living this other life, that I never wished for, that I never imagined?
Where was I when decided to not have new dreams?
Where was I when I gave up?

And you kow what? - I have no fucking clue where I was, or even when this happened.

Life really is this thing that happens when you don't look, and then it's too late. 

 

Call me Bridget!

Good morning Ms. Jones!

Dramedy (drama/ comedy) in the morning. I stepped on the cat, lost balance, tried to hold onto something - unfortunately it was the "not-yet-fixed-to-the-wall" bookshelf that tumbled upon me, while simultaneously I fell into the "not-yet-organized" pile of stuff behind me. Cats screaming, myself screaming, and then trying to move my aching body out from under the shelf. Lots of bruises, ripped shirt, nobody there to help, took the poor, hurt cat to the vet, no time to get my bleeding foot fixed by a doctor. And where is Hollywood when you have a Bridget-Jones moment?  Next thing: get a vacation and fix all the "not-yet-fixed" stuff.

One of these days ...

One of these days

Today is one of these days where "the colleague" has an insatiable appetite for - wait for it: anything edible.

I wrote an email to the colleagues today that I brought in muffins and smoothies, and a plate of tomato mozzarella basil with balsamico and olive oil and a baguette. So whoever doesn't like sweet can have the latter. The big feast is scheduled for 3 pm.

Some of the colleagues who work part time or have to leave early today came together earlier and we had a nice little chat. "The colleague" had a muffin and some tomato mozzarella with baguette, then left for lunch and now came back from lunch and brought with her a pack of chocolate covered buttercookies which - by the time I wrote this - is now gone.

I still don't know if I should be jealous, in awe or disgusted.

I think I'll wait until afternoon to watch what else "the colleague" will devour and then make a decision.

Exploding bottles and tv's

Last nights thunderstorm got the better of the TV and now it's broken.  To add insult to injury a red wine bottle exploded in the kitchen, and of course the kitchen cabinets, walls, ceiling are all white. No wait, let me correct that: "WERE" white.

At least the sick kitty is eating again. Hopefully it'll stay that way. Renal failure really isn't much fun. We were worried sick, still are, but it seems he's on the up and up.

Knitted woolen hat (cap)

10 mins ago she left. Now she is back. She forgot her knitted woolen hat (cap).

Knitted woolen hat? July? Summer? 36 ° Celsius

Need I say more? Even if I did. I would be at a total loss for words. And believe me that is a thing that rarely happens to me.

Draft ... who? ... where? ...

Geeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeezzzzzzzz

Now "she" is feeling a draft that I can't feel and wants it warmer ... I am REALLY trying to feel this draft, I actually WANT a draft, but no…….. not here … DARN!

Let's just all switch places and let those who want it colder sit under the "imaginary" draft, and everybody else can go in the middle where the building manager can actually make it warmer. Now wouldn't that be a great solution???

Scary ...

I just had THE most freakish encounter in my ENTIRE life, when I met "S" in the ladies room and instead of powdering her nose she took out her teeth and rinsed them ……

I will NEVER EVER complain of my asthma, being fat or sweating like a pig. All of this combined is not as scary as having to take out your teeth to rinse them, when you are my age.

Trouble

Corinne Bailey Rae is having Trouble Sleeping, I am having major trouble understanding, for example why:

• a mother who just had her first child is answering the question how she is with: "I am happy I already lost the first 9 kgs."

Well, there I was thinking that she would answer anything BUT that, because it's the first child! the first birth-experience! the baby is healthy! the baby is cute!  whatever! but: "I lost weight" ?? sorry, I just don't get that this is the first thing on her mind.

• everybody around me seems to be an expert on whatever ailment I just happen to have, when they never had any experience with it, and obviously seem to think that my doctors are idiots who just happen to have a doctor title for fun, or from Aruba, or whatever ...

People! If I wanted advise I would have asked for it. If I don't ask, any advice is unsolicited and nothing more than verbal spam. Make a note of it!
Get the idea: if minimal invasive surgery would have been possible, I would have gotten it, they don't cut open people just because it's fun! (I hope)
When the doctor tells me that inhaling and popping one salvia lozenge after the other isn't cutting it, and prescribes me antibiotics, then it is really necessary, because I rarely get antibiotics, as I am allergic to most. So shut up and mind your own business.

• a colleague thinks that loosing weight is the answer and cure to my allergies and asthma, and will make me a happy person

Just because she assumes that I must be unhappy because I am overweight (because she would be if she were).
Sweetie, I got news for you! Allergies and Asthma don't really care what your weight is. I am an extremely happy person, and I wouldn't be any more happy if I was not overweight anymore. Not that I object to loosing weight, just for the record.

Also, I haven't spent the last 45 years being overweight, it's only the last 14 years or so, minus an interruption of a year when I was back to normal weight.  I can assure you I was not happier, and I am not unhappy now. Happiness is NOT something that goes hand in hand with your weight. And if you really think that not being overweight makes you happier than me, then stop whining about

- your thin hair,
- the 2 kgs you gained,
- your stupid boyfriend who is a lazy bum who let's you do all the work , and has you paying for everything, just becasue he used to be married and has a son and ex-wife to support. And just a thought: if all you do is complain about him, maybe you ought to take a deeper look at your relationship and find out if you really want to be a part of it.  But that of course is my unsolicited advice.

And stop telling me how much you love my full hair and that I have such nice skin and that you absolutely adore my boyfriend who is always doing such nice things for me (for us as a couple in general). I tell you a secret: Men are more attracted by a woman who likes herself and loves to laugh and have fun,  than they are appalled by their weight. And if you are not happy with your boyfriend: get rid of him. That's more likely going to make you happier than loosing these 2 kgs.

Beat it! Scram!