Totally Fixed - Corinna-Protests In Braunschweig - Life Is Life

                            

 

 

How creative, clever and crazy and fun and true is this?

I admit, not my find, I found it at Jeanie´s of course!

I remember the times. I was in hospital with my broken arm and had a total eclipse - my bone was infected badly and I was just authorized for studying - it was my right arm and I had to sign I accept I could loose the function of my hand, so they perform surgery at all, it was "last minute", too - I am right-handed and we - back then - needed to draw for real in architecture.

 

I was desperate, I cried. Passed all the cancer and AIDS-people who looked like ghosts on the way to the hall with the telephones...

And Mum (she was not allowed to be there, sounds like Corinna times, huh, infection!)? 

She yelled on the phone at me I should think POSITIVE.

I did.

All went well, more or less. No more badminton, tennis or such, but it´s OK. Sad, but OK.

Anyhows, listen to that song Jeanie found!!! 

I wish I was a teenie-weenie bit that creative!!!

When will we be free again, we´ll remember this craziness forever, I think!

 

Went to go grocery shopping, well, tried, couldn´t cross the street.

The lazy German got up! Finally. But will it change a thing?
See here, usually they speed this road, see all the police - SUPPORTING  them:

 

                        

 

Yes, we want our lives back, hear that song from one of the cars, here goes!

 

"When we all give the power

We all give the best
Every minute of an hour
Don't think about a rest
Then you all get the power
You all get the best
When everyone gives everything
And every song everybody sings

Then it's life"

 

It´s an old, but good song and belongs to today, give it a go, if you like.

                           

 

 

"And you call when it's over
You call it should last
Every minute of the future
Is a memory of the past
'Cause we all gave the power
We all gave the best"...

 

Henry 🦁...

"YES, stand up! We need to recover", Henry says.

Well, Henry, they drove, and they made but a mini-point. 

I ran into this by accident on a Saturday arvo...

 

And my Sunday started beautifully like this, awww, I love fog as I do love rain.

 

 

Karma

 

Pic-background: I´m no messie... I cannot get rid of the paper, at least the plastic is gone, after the snow-days the city could not reach us, hence... this is what paper still looks like!

 

 

But back to the title, right?

 

Karma, it must exist. 

Needed a private medication (nothing serious!), thanks to Corinna what I wanted wasn´t available - at.all!!!

The substitute was more expensive. I tried three pharmacies in hope one still has it, nada. And not available, not on order even.

Went back to "our" pharmacy and took the expensive one.

What did the pharma-lady do?!

She went outside!

To get coupons, cheated the system in second try and I got 20% off! 😁

 

Seems it pays off to be nice, after all I didn´t yell at our maintenance-guy who - again! - just before turned up out of nowhere, opening the main-door from the inside for me when I came home. 

 

(here you can see how small our post-boxes are,eeeek)

BOOM, I stand so close to a tall man, I nearly jumped and made "huhhhh!".

Second time this happened! 

He laughed his head off... and I joined in. 

Our main door has milk-glass, I had the key nearly in, he was cleaning the area and wanted to be helpful, sadly a strong man, he rips the heavy door wide open in no time, two aspects to give me a  huge BOO!

 

One day I´ll die of BOO! by heart-attack, just ask Ingo.

He announces when he comes in to give me a kiss. I´m jumpy, eh.

 

We wanted to turn the piggy into a cow some day - it´s a savings box, this pic shows pretty good why we don´t do it:

 

 Restaurants are still closed, it´s a shame.

(But isn´t this a cute scene?)

Henry 🦁... he...

 

... he cares for our health 🧡

 

And a P.S to last post.

Some of you commented "you" did a good job, and I don´t understand.

In German you differ from a single person "du" and a group/duo, "ihr", like "the two of you".

I hope/guess you understood: I gave Ingo my purses and wishes and Ingo did the job.

 

Burning Down The House

 Well, that was the third test with Ingo´s new toy.

 

The first was... huhhhh, glad I was not around I´d called the firefighters - oh, wait, have one right here 👨‍🚒 😁 (and I don´t mean Marty)!

In case of earworm... here goes.

This was the first try from day before, the lion, uh-oh:

 

It smells like real bad, I tell ya.

 

This one turned out great:

 

 

How it´s done? Look:

                       

Sadly my new purse has a window for pics only when you open the front in the inside, but I wanted to see someone right away!  So...

Looks good, huh... on paper. And on...

Yupp, works great:

Too light for leather, sadly and once done, it´s done....

So, I need the inside of the inside after all...

And yes, left is my Mum and between her and Ingo is Elmo holding a drawing of himself 🥰

Henry 🦁.. He says...

"Yupp, men´s toys."

 

Addendum:  06:46 a.m., it´s getting light, birds are chirping!!!

Come, Sleep By My Side

         

 

Monday on my way to the bakery I saw this:

Since all public places to leave pre-loved things for others are closed thanks to Corinna and people have time on their hands those boxes pop up everywhere, I did this a couple of times also and most stuff was taken 😁.

This time it was my time to take for a change!

The sleeping kitty is for me :-)

 

 

Reminds me of a pressie I got from M - he knew I´m a bad sleeper and love frogs, hence he got me this, so cute!

 

 

 Coolest thing is this, that I keep for myself (or rather Ingo):

Same in your place?

And some toddler will love this!

 

Also for Niece:

 

She hates English and I try my best to convince her otherwise...  

 I try to see the good things in Corinna.

Same in your place, those give-aways?

Henry 🦁... He´s one himself today!

He asks your butt to ride into freedom (sorry, cannot help it but here goes:

                          

Do you like Star Wars? I´m with Freddie on this one! But I believe in Peter Pan!! 

 

 

Where Do I Meet You? And Bread-Recipe

I wonder where in the months (?) of Corinna, with clubs, restaurants, discos etc closed, festivals cancelled... where do people meet, internet only?

But obviously the city feels the need to put up these signs now. 

Never saw them before the pandemic...

Am I glad I´m not in that position! But I think it must be hard for singles these days. On the other hand without internet it would be even harder.

Tough for people who long for a real partnership - my T also found his new love via such a portal, now they happily live together, but what about young people who are in for just an adventure? 

Well, bet there are apps for that, too.

Not that I ever was that type of a person, but I don´t judge.

 

This is for Tom´s signs 2.

 

Henry 🦁... 

 

 

He is mad at Corinna, he´s so lonely, no one visits him in this place... his heart suffers, he loves watching people falling in love. 

But tough as a lion is... he just makes a nasty face and hides his real feelings, poor boy, that.

Lisca (and later more fellow bloggers) asked for the low-carb-bread recipe from last post, so here it is, it takes you near to no time, too, so put on the oven on 150C / 300F two-sided heat first (well, after you got all the ingredients, of course 😉)!

You need:
- 150 g  (5,3 ounces, my, do you have weird measurements, LOL),  low fat curd cheese
- 4 eggs
- 50 g (1,7 ounces) finely grounded almonds
- 50 g chipped linseed
- 1 Tbsp coconut or almond flower
- 1/2 package baking powder (about 0,23 ounces)
- 1/2 TL salt

- butter to fat the form

Just mix, I simply use a whisk, works fine, put in a buttered form and when the oven has 150C / 300F just whack it in for 45 minutes, done :-)

(Maybe a tad longer, just get it out and check, last time I put it back in for another 5-8 minutes and, yes, sorry, I "whack" it in, Jamie was my teacher, clearly! 😘) 

As said, it´s ideal to freeze, it comes out super-fluffy!

 

Here is the German Link. 

 

Maybe one can find a partner offering this in the open as distance-picnic once Spring is here or Corinna is under control and we can cuddle up directly with strangers again 😍 

 

Oh, and, one more word to last post, my parents just stuck to the rules back then, birthday-pressie-wise, it was the 70´s, plus I was the first child, reckon that´s try and fail anyways - there are no hard feelings. But, yes, the memory sticks.

 

T Stands For BuTTer And Being SenT Away And LAUGH ABOUT ME

 

As you maybe know I lost my job and in hard lockdown there is not really a chance to find one so I...bake and do stuff ...

I found a recipe for the BEST bread ever! Low carb and you can freeze it with no worries, comes out fluffy again!

Then I had butter... best-before-date was gone, but it smelled OK, so I looked for a recipe to pimp and freeze it.

Orange-cest, some herbs, chilli... ét voilà!

I had the bread with a thick layer of the pimped butter, YUM. You need nothing else.

 

I was heading into my 5th year of life.

The doc said I´m too small and skinny and hence I was sent to a home where fat kids were to loose, thin/small kids to gain fat.

 

It was plain horrible, also because the staff said: No pressies from the parents on birthdays - we provide a coloring-book and crayons (the ones with the "ball" on top for beginners, I hated them ever since).

Three other kids got pressies from their parents. Not me. I felt forgotten (and later was the only kid left at the train station cause my parent´s new car´d broken down).

Two lanes in the eatery:

One for the ones to gain, one for the ones to loose fat.

I got bread with very thick butter - EWWWW!

But I had a "fat" friend. We - and how dumb is that, but luckily! - we were allowed to share a table.

Certainly he took my bread and me his. Yah, guess. 🤣

Our parents sure were surprised there was no progress!

By now I love butter. Especially the pimped one!

Sad I don´t have the name of that "boy", he was my big help, shy as myself. Would like to find out what´s become of him, maybe he is a cute Mr Sexy by now, who knows. Or a cuddly carer?

It was January, at the ocean (Langeoog?) - we were out and about in any weather!

 

 

Art-wise hence:

 

 

Invisible detail...

 
 

And the journal:

 

 

 

The lille fire? Post to come...

And another time-warp, I DID this 😁:

 

To make you laugh: Breast-story #2 (kinda):

I was out in a pub with a colleague, music was blaring loud.

He asked how my day was, actually he shouted that at me, due to the loud music.

I hence shouted back, "THAT OTHER COLLEAGUE GAVE ME A REALLY..." - 

 

... guess, pause till the next song and into the silence I yelled "SHITTY CODE!" (beschissenen Code) with "code" in German for non-IT´lers is "Kot" which means "animal POO". So I actually shouted (for German ears) "SHITTY POO!" 

Guess how many heads turned into our direction. My colleague (and I)... "leave your body", that was our wish. (There´s a The Simpson´s-episode on that wish from Seymore´s side)

Yeah. I always take the winner´s pot, not.

Reckon none of you wants to go out with me now anymore?

To join Elizabeth and Bleubeard´s "T Stands For Tuesday" ...

 

 

Before the making to show you this beauty properly (and yes, that´s still Santa - but it´s the biggest cuppa I have!):
 

 

And our Henry 🦁? He feels spring (24 days to go!!!! Birds are chirping) - he cant wait! 17C expected, yay!!!

A Radler, or shanty, as you call it.

 

Addendum: Found this in the street as give away:

 

 From which age on does a diary make sense?