Cold Feet, anyone?

Or, rather, a cold foot anyone?
Since two days a single black sock is hanging over the balustrade in the 4th floor here at work.

I mean.. It´s cold. I wear boots. How can anyone loose a sock under these circumstances, huh?

Or how can anyone loose a sock at work at all?
Why would someone pick up somebody elses used sock and hang it there?
Bummer.

What is a witness?

Or rather, who? Where do you draw the line between historical journalism and propaganda?

Actually I´m not really sure why this bothers me at all. Because people don´t know if to be upset or not?
Because we went through this sad, mad chapter at school over and over and over just yet again?
Because I myself fail to differ: Is this historical interest or is this the right wing extremist in disguise?

A publishing company reprints all the newspapers from 1933 til '45. At least they planned to do (now, do they have copyright or not?). Some copies were sold - No. 3, "The end of Democracy" is sold for 1 €, as you can see here (german).
Police confiscated some of the copies.

Heck, I don´t even want to use the words, you know which ones.

Misusage is feared of. Agreed.

History is known, and, believe me, our history is known very good to us.

So what might be the point of reading the original words, the slogans and all that?

What do other countries think of papers like that being sold throughout Germany (again)?
What do you think?

Or am I just over-sensitive?
Who is the witness of that time, the written... words?

So far, many people are upset.


Addendum: Ingo said, aww, well, there was even a movie about the hoax of the H. Diaries, Schtonk!.
I think this is different. Different to all the originally written words/slogans to be read over and over again to perhaps memorize them. Especially at times like these. No?

Won´t throw him

at any wall, isn´t he too cute? :-)



Sadly 13 euro is a bit too much, little Prince!

Or is it? Love that bag, too! Can also be used as a flower vase, now, that´s an excuse, no?



From Koziol

Cuddly "comfort"

This rare Lemure-Baby lives in a Zoo in France and is raised by hand - the article does not reveal, why.

Her name is Tahina, "The One Who Needs Protection". Heart-melting, no? Poor little one!

An endangered species, article with more pics and info here.

My Pizza Boy

I ordered another 10 without ham in my old hometown! :-)

Took off work at 11:15 (started 6:15 and worked ahead all the last days) and had a nice and important arvo with my dear Bro, my personal Pizza-Da-Nico-Delivery-Boy!

Here comes the Mouse

Well. Actually the Elephant of The programme with the Mouse!
Which I learned is on air also via Astro TVIQ in Malaysia, Brunei, and Indonesia! (In English then, as is the link).


My colleague and me always take care we surprise the other one for Birthday with presents you can consume (at least part of ' em).
So, since she finds me drinking tea all the time in winter, I got this:




The Elephant is the Dreamer, hence it´s Day Dreamer Tea. Better keep that a secret from my customer, I suppose, might implify I am the Day Dreamer!

And, well, what can I say. Those guys are even older than I am! Since 1971 the show is running uninterrupted! Actually like myself if you count pre-birth! :-)

Yes. I admit. Ingo and me love to watch "The programme with the Mouse" on Sunday Mornings. Gotta resume that "tradition"!

Sweet and hilarious

Ingo pointed me to this:



At K-Mart, ummm... oh-oh! Target! At Target!

The one I never knew

I´m a woman. But I will never be a Mommy.

Three days ago my Mom - I don´t know how we met the subject - told me on the phone I´d said at age 14 I´ll never have kids. I thought I was 17.

I was 14 when my Dad asked me if I wanna have his shop! The "shop" meant: jeweler, optometrist, watchmaker and hearing aids. Not a small one, huh?

I grew up missing my parents there, so NO, I said, let me sleep over it (yips, clever at age 14, though first thought was NO) and then next day I said, no, thank you. My Bro has it now.

Now. Oh so often I wonder if I made the worst decision in my whole life, having no kids. I´m too old now, getting to year 37 tomorrow.

And my Mom said, I´d never be able to handle a baby. Anyway. ANYWAY!

And that hurts, how can she know, you always grow with the stuff you get, no?

I don´t know why this hurts (and it hurts so much!) - or why I really put this online. Maybe to remember. To the Child I never have. I could have handled! I could have hold you properly, there would have been no reason to be afraid! Maybe I would have been too careful, but I bet I´d let go with time and let you be... whatever. This was not meant to be.

I feel sorry for friends of Ingo who so very much wanted children and biologically failed. They don´t have enough money to adopt a child. And here I am, selfishly throwing all the chances away.
Maybe one of us failed biologically, too? I´ll never know.

I wonder why my Mom´s words did - do - hurt so much, even three days after she said them.

Live... Life

I’ve Been Interviewed!

Cazaroonie took part in an interview and offered to pass it on - and so it´s my turn now.

Here goes!

1. Australian slang. Funny or just plain silly?

Funny! :-)
On my first travel throughout an elderly came up to me and slanged "How ya goin`?" I thought, man, where are your manners, can´t you greet first? But OK then, I told him straight away where we´re heading to next.

Only later I realized "Wie geht´s" is just the same and not asking where but how!
I love all the "..ies" like glovies, barbies and such, mate! Cute!



Ingo and me '95 with our Holden Commodore in Broome

2. If you had unlimited funds to travel back to Australia for a holiday (or to move back and have a holiday before hand) where would you go and what would you do?

Awwww. I´d land in Perth, naturally. Have a pie! Maybe meet some of you guys if someone´s willing? Then. Hm. Unlimited cash? Means I can take my time! I´d buy my old car back, the good ole Nissan Patrol, guess I´ll find him in Joondalup.

And then head on to Carnarvon. Buy a second-hand book and watch Ingo trying to catch fish on the old Prawn Jetty and read a bit. I´d do that for a couple of weeks. And since it´s unlikely Ingo really catches any fish big enough, we´d be regular guests at Chicken Treat (loved the ole slogan, "we treat chicken right - but the chicken lover´s chicken ain´t bad either)! Oh-So-Yum!

Next: Coral Bay and Exmouth. See some marine life!
Karratha. Visit the LNG-Plant and watch the movie of the making of again. Do they have Pizza Hut yet? Darn, forgot to have some in Perth. Note to self, if the money rolls in... PIZZA HUT! in Perth!
Yes, we do have Pizza Hut here, too. But it tastes different!

Dampier, free hot showers.
Broome: Pizza in Sun Pictures! I missed out on that one in 1999. The couple right beside us came in with a fresh, hot Pizza! Go to Cable Beach, go to the Apex, or Lions Pioneer Park and wait til Stairway to the Moon takes place. Keep away from guys with cams. Oh, heck, go to Chicken Treat! Over here we have nothing like that!


With our Nissan Patrol in Broome, same place, in 1999

Next big stop Darwin. So much to do, e.g. have a bath in the hot springs. Drive at let´s say 30km/h into Casuarina´s underground garage (we do know there are about 3 cm left before hitting the ceiling).

I´m rich? Well. I could sleep in a Hotel, so why not have a peek in Kakadu NP? The Mossies won´t get me this time.
I would very much go back to Mataranka once more. I´d take the plane.

I very much do hope one day we can do this once more. Go inlands again, too, have the red "dirt" in every tiniest corner of our car and skin. Lie down at night and watch those clear blue sky and the southern cross. I´d even greet the Blowies. No. No, definitively not.


3. What's your pet peeve?
Quick and easy: Cheating. Lying. Being dishonest.


4. Your in a restaurant having a nice meal. You notice a family who's kids are being a little unruly. Half way through your meal one of the kids comes up to you and wipes food on your lovely skirt. What would you do?

Oh, my. What would I do? Hope Ingo is there to step up for me, because... I´d be too shy. And, well.
Frankly. If that kid misbehaved all the time I maybe would´ve asked for another table before. Or would be alert. At least now I´d be! ;-)

Cause I think it doesn´t make sense to start a discussion with the parents. They must be dumbheads, otherwise the kid wouldn´t be one!
No, I need no one to step up for me!

5. Have you ever thought about having kids? My husband had girls names picked out before he had even met me. (*) Do you have any children's names picked out? If not, do you have a name you really like?

Hm, yes. This is a difficult one. I always had the feeling this is nothing for me. I knew that if it would have to be plural, cause I hated growing up alone (til age 5, which is pretty long!). Now... I cannot handle kids and I cannot imagine a family life like that. We had discussions on the subject, more than once. Maybe it was the long time we lived in different places due to work, also.

Sometimes I wonder if I made the right decision or threw away the chance of a lifetime.
But now I´m too old to think about it anyway and have accepted the decision that was made.
Names... I hated my second name when I was young. Since it´s rather very seldom, I immediately was more or less the point of interest, and I hate that still. But I very much do like that name now, and use it, at least online. And seemingly suddenly people with that name pop up everywhere! A girl in the park named Flavia. My colleague, he´s called Flaviu, we met another Flaviu on holidays or think of Flavio Briatore...

This was fun! :-)
So here’s the rules:
1. Leave me a comment saying, “Interview me.”
2. I will respond by emailing you five questions. I get to pick the questions.
3. You will update your blog with the answers to the questions.
4. You will include this explanation and an offer to interview someone else in the same post.
5. When others comment asking to be interviewed, you will ask them five questions.

*Before he had met you?!
And then you give him a boy?!!!!!
:-) Just kidding, you got such a cutie there!

Pics, pics, pics

I just love it! You take pics, put them together nicely, drive to a drugstore, put your media in the machine and have them printed for little money so darn fast!

And, tadaaaa:



I´ve been thinking about buying a digital Photoframe. But. Pfff. Would I use that? I can use the computer for slideshows. But the "real" pics I see everytime I walk past them.

First day back at work.
I thought I´d have a hard time getting up so early again. Nope, was awake some minutes before the clock ran and felt fit!

But driving was a real pain. I hate snow and ice, had to concentrate so much, I needed a break when I was there! Way back home was easier, cause not dark. But still it sucks. They say we might go down to -20C, hopefully not here! Fingers crossed it gets warmer soon.

That Woman

Ingo: "... that woman Seal´s with..."



Still gotta smile on that one!

I mean... what man...?! Hehe :-)
And she is German, too! Gotta know the guys who make it to somethin´, no?

Minus-Temperatures?!

HA!

How about "Mambo"?! Turn on the sound! That´s hot! :-)
Any guesses what this is all about?! See... it characterizes us pretty much:



This man, Herbert Groenemeyer, is in really desperate need of a parking space. Oh, yes. I can so relate to this. Especially since I´m such a poor "parker"!

And, well, yes! Doesn´t he sound totally desperate?! ;-)

Humor. You think this is nothing that might characterize a German? Wrong, you are on this one, sometimes at least!

The lyrics, if you´re interested:

I hate nothin´ more than bein late
sun is burnin´, it´s hot in the car
people honking a whole concert
I wanna get to you
and am stuck here, shit!

since hours
I´m curvin´ around
motors dronin´in my ears
I don´t find a parking-lot
I will be late, my dear

You´re seated with coffee and cake
and I keep searchin´

meter maids in every corner
lurkin´ like pathers
you cannot leave the car here
just give it up
they´ve got everything under control

since hours...

motor´s cookin´
pulse as well
slowly I do panic, getting soppy
unbelieveable, those masses of cars

don´t they have a home?! I wanna get to you

since hours...


German:

ich hass' nichts mehr, als mich zu verspäten
die Sonne brennt und im Auto ist's heiß
ein Hupkonzert wie von tausend Trompeten
ich will zu dir, nun steh'
ich hier, so'n Scheiß

ich dreh schon seit Stunden
hier so meine Runden
es trommeln die Motoren
es dröhnt in meinen Ohren
ich finde keinen Parkplatz
ich komm' zu spät zu dir, mein Schatz

du sitzt bei Kaffee und Kuchen
und ich muß weiter suchen

an jeder Ecke steh´n Politessen
lauern wie Panther, zum Sprung bereit
hier kannste nicht parken,
das kannste vergessen
haben alles im Griff, weit und breit

ich drehe schon seit...

und ich such' hier rum

Auto fängt an zu kochen
Puls an zu pochen
werde langsam panisch, klitschnaß geschwitzt
es ist nicht zu fassen
solch Automassen
haben die kein zu Hause, ich will zu dir

ich drehe schon seit...

und ich kurv' hier rum

Surely family-friendly

... but is it good for our cholesterol level?

Since eggs come in packings of 10 we had fried eggs just yet again... This time with spinach, was yum, too :-)



Jolly Roger is not only to be found in our bedroom, but now greets us also for brekkie-time:



And a good breakfast was needed after the shock this morning:




Hopefully this melts away til Monday, before I have to drive to work again!