Virtual hug

Mybloglog is a great way to find new logs and to meet new people. It has widened my horizon immensely. Just one click and a new world opens. This is how I got to meet David. He is a wonderful writer and I am always excited when I find new additions to read. Make sure to go and check him out!
He gave me a virtual hug in one of the comments and since this is a joyous day I’m returning it with this video. Free hugs (on this wet and bleak day) from Holland for all my readers. May it brighten your day

PS You are right David, this should bring a smile to everyone’s face.

My joy

I have started to write this log a thousand times it seems. Every effort so far was erased. How does one start to describe the happiness that overflows your whole being when you hold your firstborn for the first time. The total wonder of that tiny little baby that made you scream out in agony just a few minutes before. Labour pain? Just looking into that face, counting fingers and toes everything before is of no consequence. Emotions running high.
Tomorrow that tiny baby turns 22, and I remember every detail as if it were yesterday. Every move I made, conversations I had, imbedded on my brain. Wednesday February 27, 1985. He turned me into a mother, gave me a power I never knew I had. Ready to give my life to protect him. Now he stands before me. Tall, strong, independent, ready to fly out on his own. He fills my heart with joy, just as he did then.

Precious

Only just two years ago, time stood still for just a few seconds as they gave me the message over the phone The death of our mother brought us closer together. Coming from a large family, we always knew we were there, but now we bonded, closed ranks. The one thing we shared for so many years, our family home, needed to be cleared and sold. Painful, sometimes hilarious, excavating little treasure from unexpected places we stripped the house from all its memories. The empty shell remained. For whatever reason I, the ever rebellious child, took leaving the house like that the hardest. I still can’t think about it without shedding a tear or two. Only just two years ago, and this weekend we are meeting for the final task. Sorting out the huge amount of pictures we found all over the house, but mainly in the old boxes stored away in the back of a cupboard none of us ever opened while visiting our mom. I so wish we had. She could have given us names, dates, places. Now we might have to guess who is who.
I will return home on Sunday with my own little treasure box. One day my children will have to deal with these old photographs, of no interest to them, so precious to me.

Endless

It’s a weird feeling. Knowing that you have already spend more then 50% of the time you are given to roam this earth. We never seem to dwell on time when we are young. Days seem endless, the ending of a year so far ahead we can’t see it. In our innocence we reckon’ it will be like that forever. Growing old, dying, is for the elderly, not for us. The days of our youth spend doing nothing and everything at the same time. Our views restricted, we only see our own needs, have to fulfil our own dreams, find love, happiness.
I grew up and found out that some dreams were daydreams never meant to be real. I found love (or so I thought), and discarded it with a flick of my wrist, I got my heart broken more then once. Until I found the one who made me happy most of the time. Still time seemed endless. To complete the picture the children arrived. Watching them grow up the years seemed to fly. My view focussed on their happiness, their needs.
Now they hardly need me anymore, they are focussed on their own needs, their own dreams, find love, happiness. Life is about to come full circle and I sit back and enjoy the days as if they were endless

Useless

I was going to show you all a Valentines card with a twist, but alas the sight is no longer working due to overwhelming popularity. Oh well, you will have to go and pick your own card this time. “My Precioussssss” would have been my choice. No need to explain any further I think?
Now that you still have some time on your hands you might as well take this test. I found it at Ces’ site . No special skills, nor higher mathematics needed. Just plain old common sense.

You Are Noon

You are upbeat, ambitious, and never at loss for energy. You have a lot that drives you in life. The desire to be the best, and a secret hope of fame and power. And while you definitely have a Type A personality, you are still fun to be around. You have a ton of charisma and a genuine interest in others. You are adored by many.

What Time Of Day Are You?

Restless

Restless. The messy house. Nothing is where it’s supposed to be. Slowly I am losing my balance. The living room is the only room that makes me feel comfortable. Salve Regina, full blast. I close my eyes and see the church, smell the incense. Candlelight shines on the statue in the niche, gives it a warm glow. Ave Maria. I see the faces of those dear to me. Living and the dead. Music relaxes me. Tenseness slips off my shoulders, as if a burden is lifted. I would like to drown in the sound of the choir. Nothing can move me more then music. It touches the depths of my soul, takes my emotions for a ride. Every composition touches another nerve, makes my tears flow, my heart beat faster
One more week, another seven days of disorder. Agnus Dei, miserere nobis

Flower power

I would love to change the look of this blog to something more my own taste. Alas, little to no know how and a huge lack of time prevents me from doing that. To give it a more personal touch I will post video’s I find on you tube from time to time. I love to search through their archives and find these little treasure that bring me back to my youth. The sixties, flower power, love, speed, protests and Woodstock.
Those were the days..

Renovation

We are in the middle of a bathroom renovation. To be honest, it only started two days ago but it feels like two weeks and already we are heading for disaster. While trying to relocate the drain our eager team of builders went right through the floor and ended up in the downstairs toilet. I now have a toilet with a view (click). Keeping the house clean is no longer an option. Everything is covered in a thin layer of grey dust. To make matters worse two out of three children are constantly giving us a headache with their continuous grumbling. They need to go to the attic to use the emergency shower (click) and for everything else they can use the kitchen sink (teeth brushing) or their own bedrooms (hair drying). It’s the first time in my life that I envy people with more then one bathroom. If there really is this thing called reincarnation, can I please come back as an heiress? I promise I will behave better then the ones that seem to roam the earth this time ‘round

Rejection

Two huge files are dropped on my desk. Each one filled with applications and cv’s. Some have pictures, some are handwritten. They all tell a story about hard work and dedication. Common denominator: dreams, goals, a life in the spotlight. As I prepare for the task at hand I hope they will find a place to make their dreams come true. New message. Dear miss… I regret to have to inform you that at the moment we are not looking for…
And I only get to do the girls. Two huge files