Similar to the bigger sister...

So. Sometimes I am pretty shocked - I sound like me older sister!

I haven't seen her for months ago. Last time at the funeral of my grandmother (very sad, but she died of cancer, so she was really happy, in the end, when she was allowed to go). So, after all the sad stuff, we sat together (like we do it in Switzerland) und eat something. But - not all, my sister never eat. I know her now for over 30 years and half of that time she spend not eating. With protest in her small face and cold grey eyes (I never saw a human being with this kind of eyes!), she looks from her high horse to the rank and file (where usually ME is creeping around!) and doesn't eat.

Well, that's not the matter, I was worrying about, not at all, because I - I eat. With delight and the same satisfaction I cook. No, sometimes I use words and the timbre, that let me pause for a moment and eavedrop inside of me. Could it be possible, I have parts of my sister keeping deep inside and won't let them out?

(strange, yes, but today, it's Friday 13th *huhu* :-))) ).

Ah, latest: My face, by the way, is already like new. Sometimes :-) (but I didn't lost my humour, not at all!)

Once upon a time..

..there was some nice, re-builded woman writting this blog - where she's gone?

Fading like the wind - but soon in this theatre..just keep looking!

Face off

Once upon a time, I begun that blogg.

Now, I'm back.

In the meantime, I lost a half of my (confessed, really pretty) face. In a operation similar to ER or (the latest) Grey's Anatomy they re-builded my new face with titanium. After six hours I changed from monster to a terrible looking young woman.

Well, I lost my cheekbone (now, it's from titanium), the half bone of the eye socket and I broke my nose several times.

Upshot:

Don't mess around a terrible mooded horse of an another owner.

Cat = Evildoer

In January this year, my honey sweetpie cat has died.

A few days after, my colleague showed me a picture of his cat and told me, he would give me - if I like her! - this freaky blue cat because he has not enough time for her.

After sorting out this thing with the reign, the freaky blue cat moved in.

Oh. She's really freaky, a sort of member in a occult secret circle.

You're asking why? I'll tell you. I go to bed, every evening and every evening it's getting worse - that freaky blue cat is hell on paws, I swear! Barely I am lying, she runs over my pillow and I feel like I'm coming under a train. Then, she waits. She has a lot of patience, she purrs and it seems, that she is a quiet normal cat like the one of the sheba ad. BUT - soon I fall asleep (I normally have no problem to get to sleep!), she starts up. Feets are something to eat, why else would they smell like cheese? She scratches, she bites, no longer purring but gnarling. She runs over my pillow like the russian invasion and digs in my hair - and, lucky her, if she finds an ear..guess what..

Well, about 2 o'clock, it's the first time she leaves bed - not unsolicited. Then it's again quiet and peaceful. I wrap me in my duvet, I shake my pilloy and fall asleep. But just for a short time - cheeky devil is rolling on! She creeps under my duvet - after that, my calf looks like a meat skewer. I put her away, turn over and wrap the duvet around me. I fix it between mattress and betframe. I fall asleep.

Amazed, that I'll be awaked an hour later? Not really - that goddamned crosspatch has biten me in the bottom, could that be true? I scold her - and I swear she laughed at me!

So it goes on, night after night. And don't ask me, if I'm tired, I AM.

The next thing, I plead for is a door for the bedroom.

Damn.

Two days ago, I read a very sad story from someone - but I forgot the name and so I don't retrieve that Blogg again.

There was something about tickets for a stage of Duran Duran, but before the day came, the man, she had a crush on, took one's own life.

..and I don't find it not even with the searching thing..

YES - he did it!

Brit Awards 2006

Best Pop Act and Best British Male Solo Artist:

James Blunt!

Valentines Day - the latest

Yesterday, just droping from outside into the living room, I heard the voice of the reign saying: "Just put off your clothes - immediately!" Hey - it's valentines day, what did you expect!

By peeling off my clothes, he came down to the ground floor and said: " You're over and over covered with long horse hairs- I've cleaned up the living room and I didn't enjoy that.." He wents to the kitchen.

Oh.

Was there someting about valentine's day? Ahm.

And yes - I am a passionate horse owner.

The essential of that story:

Spring is coming!

Bubbles use to *plopp*

Inspired by the comment of yesterday..

Somewhere in the UK - a phone is ringing.

"Yes, James Blunt speaking."

"Hi, here's Barbara - did I told you yet, that I have a crush on you?"

" Ahm - nice to know - but who's talking? Barbra Streisand?"

(My day is saved, it seems, I have a voice like The Streisand - Yeah! Much better than be told "Your voice sounds quite similar to that of Fran Fine". Now you know, why my Ex is called EX!)

Talking about valentines day

So - yesterday late in the night, I read my other-opinion-Thing and yes, doc-t, you're right! We gotta start a movement against ordered Be-in-Love-Days.

I'm glad to live in little, contemplative Switzerland, because here is no need to be in love, ordered by the government. It's all because of the influence of the United States. I'm sorry, doc-t, but it seems to be like that - when I was a child, no one spend a thougth about valentines day (except my parents, because my second first name is - Yeaaaaah - Valentina! I'm loving it!) and in all that globalisation stuff, we are now used to celebrate that official day of loving couples.

So - I fight for staying home and having great sex :-)

And - especially für doc-t..I forgot, that there is someting else than the european continent. And that's why I post now the link of Mr B - just surf there, doc-t . I hope, you don't fall beside your desk (or beside where ever you usually read my posts) - he's hopeless romantic and not that kind of guy women normally have a crush on..(I apologize if you fall down..)