The weather sucks. Therefore Noam and I are doing nothing today. Do not feel like getting wet.
As a result my ears are hurting from my daughters non stop talking.
That's what happens when we're at home. She just doesn't stop talking. Outdoors she's pretty quiet. But at home we are in desperate need of ear plugs.
She is wonderful. But I'm really wishing that she will go to sleep for a while soon. Just so my ears can get some rest.
Monday, July 7, 2008
Sunday, July 6, 2008
Back on Facebook
Got back on to Facebook yesterday. Don't know why really. Just felt like it all of the sudden.
But as soon as I got back on, I felt like leaving. Don't know why really. Just felt like it all of the sudden.
Maybe it's the stress of being sent loads of emails from Facebook.
Maybe it's the strange feeling of being observed by strangers. The strangers that see me as a target for advertising, but also all the strangers that are on Facebook and for different reasons end up on my profile.
And on top of that I can't remember half of the people I had added as friends before I left Facebook, and I'm now having a strange feeling of guilt for not adding them as friends now when I'm back on.
I know, I sure seem to be able to care about something totally irrelevant. Probably have way too few things to care about in life. Or just way too much time on my hands now when I'm on maternity leave.
Anyway, now I'm there, on Facebook. So I guess I have to hang in there for at least a few days or so. Just to not seem like a total nutcase. Or at least to not seem like a bigger nutcase than I actually am.
But as soon as I got back on, I felt like leaving. Don't know why really. Just felt like it all of the sudden.
Maybe it's the stress of being sent loads of emails from Facebook.
Maybe it's the strange feeling of being observed by strangers. The strangers that see me as a target for advertising, but also all the strangers that are on Facebook and for different reasons end up on my profile.
And on top of that I can't remember half of the people I had added as friends before I left Facebook, and I'm now having a strange feeling of guilt for not adding them as friends now when I'm back on.
I know, I sure seem to be able to care about something totally irrelevant. Probably have way too few things to care about in life. Or just way too much time on my hands now when I'm on maternity leave.
Anyway, now I'm there, on Facebook. So I guess I have to hang in there for at least a few days or so. Just to not seem like a total nutcase. Or at least to not seem like a bigger nutcase than I actually am.
Saturday, July 5, 2008
The return of the jeans
In previous posts I have forced you guys to take part in me no longer fitting in my jeans, believing that I would never ever get in to them again, and therefore giving them to my sister.
Well a new era is here! I fit in all my old jeans now. I felt a bit selfish when I realised it and demanded my sister to give up my jeans. But the feeling of selfishness was nothing compared to the feeling of joy when I slipped in to my favorite pair of jeans.
Well a new era is here! I fit in all my old jeans now. I felt a bit selfish when I realised it and demanded my sister to give up my jeans. But the feeling of selfishness was nothing compared to the feeling of joy when I slipped in to my favorite pair of jeans.
An almost religious moment
The book that I mentioned in my previous post has a photo of me as a baby. When I saw it, it was like looking into Noam's eyes. A really strange feeling. And at the same time a sort of "I now know the meaning of life moment".
Friday, July 4, 2008
Planned to marry a pilot
As I wrote in the previous post, I was visiting my family this week.
When I, at my Mom's place, was looking through some stuff, I found a book about myself, that I made when I was 12.
The last page had the heading "My future". As a twelve years old, I obviously had it all planned.
"When I'm 35 I will be the mother of two children, one boy and one girl. My husband will be a few years older than me and he will be working as a pilot. I will be working as a journalist on TV. But before that I will have worked as a tour guide. I will be travelling a lot".
Well, I did get the tour guide part correct. And I do love travelling.
Will probably never end up on TV, as I now have other dreams in life. But I do enjoy writing, and my husband has forced me to work on a few TV/film productions of his, so maybe I was sort of close in my predictions after all.
Seems like I'm going strong for the two kids plan also. But I'm hoping to be able to have more than two, so with a bit of luck I can prove myself wrong there.
Instead of a pilot a few years older than me I married a struggling artist MORE than a few years older than me. Thank God for breaking a bit of that plan I had set up for myself.
When I, at my Mom's place, was looking through some stuff, I found a book about myself, that I made when I was 12.
The last page had the heading "My future". As a twelve years old, I obviously had it all planned.
"When I'm 35 I will be the mother of two children, one boy and one girl. My husband will be a few years older than me and he will be working as a pilot. I will be working as a journalist on TV. But before that I will have worked as a tour guide. I will be travelling a lot".
Well, I did get the tour guide part correct. And I do love travelling.
Will probably never end up on TV, as I now have other dreams in life. But I do enjoy writing, and my husband has forced me to work on a few TV/film productions of his, so maybe I was sort of close in my predictions after all.
Seems like I'm going strong for the two kids plan also. But I'm hoping to be able to have more than two, so with a bit of luck I can prove myself wrong there.
Instead of a pilot a few years older than me I married a struggling artist MORE than a few years older than me. Thank God for breaking a bit of that plan I had set up for myself.
Thursday, July 3, 2008
Singing like a crow on amfetamin
Noam and I are up North at the moment. Visiting my family.
To get here we had to take a one hour flight. All well and good, except for one little thing.
My daughter has just left her "I love spitting and talking at the same time" period and entered the period called "I know how to sound like a crazy crow VERY LOUD".
I was honestly a bit embarassed when other flight passangers started looking at my daughter in a strange way after she had been "singing" for half an hour.
Thank God for dummies.
To get here we had to take a one hour flight. All well and good, except for one little thing.
My daughter has just left her "I love spitting and talking at the same time" period and entered the period called "I know how to sound like a crazy crow VERY LOUD".
I was honestly a bit embarassed when other flight passangers started looking at my daughter in a strange way after she had been "singing" for half an hour.
Thank God for dummies.
Wednesday, July 2, 2008
The joy of waxing
Went to wax my legs the other day. Most people find waxing a bit painful. I too used to find it a bit uncomfortable. But since Noam arrived I have actually enjoyed it. It sounds crazy, and it might be. But for me it is a time, a short moment, when someone is taking care of me for a change. It's nice!
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