"Life is too important to be taken seriously"
- Oscar Wilde
on my long neglected blog ... by way of some random "FaceBook" status updates that have been made since my last post here! (Consider it a 'cheat's' twitter... and I've not included comments.... 'cause some of them may have reflected badly on me.... sigh...)
August 16th:
PJMel: summer street festivals (it's not just all beer and wurst you know!)
August 19th:
PJMel's off to share oz inflicted english with 20 impressionable German youngsters ... oh the power & possibilities!
August 31st:
PJMel's on countdown til her darlink sister arrives in D'dorf! Only 16 'sleeps' to go!
September 1st:
PJMel; 1st of september and the first leaves have begun to turn ... and a few have jumped branch... how can that be when summer has just arrived?
September 2nd:
PJMel had given a visiting toddler a spoon, and while backs were turned - he fed himself from Olli's cat food bowl... and THEN wanted to go back for more!
September 10th:
PJMel bought gladioli this morning, and now cannot remember if this is a Morrisey or a Dame Edna thing to do? Anyone know?
September 22nd:
PJMel slow cooked lamb, potatoes roasted in goose fat, & contreau pavlova for after..... yummy!!
September 30th:
PJMel it's my darlink sister's last night in Deutschland... :( ... whose bed will The Caspi-Man and Olli invade @ 3am, after she's gone????
October 10th:
PJMel introduced The Caspi-Man to The Sound of Music last night - and had completely forgotten the bit where Maria made lederhosen and dirndl from curtains!
October 13th:
PJMel wonders if there are other 4 year olds that are: "Hungry. Very hungry. Starving!! But just for something sweet and that IS NOT GOOD FOR MY TEETH!"?
October 15th:
PJMel finds childish amusement in the literal english translations for common german terms relating to the female anatomy... eg - "breast warts" (that would be nipples, folks), "mother mouth" (cervix) and "egg ladder" (fallopian tube)... (gotta love those playground bench discussions, huh?
October 19th:
PJMel has been experimenting with polenta... and what a strange substance it is...
October 22nd:
PJMel It's nearly 20 years since THE FALL OF THE WALL .... so we're heading to Berlin this weekend to get in before the crowds! (Actually, we're really going to help MAT celebrate his birthday and other life changing events! CONGRATS MAT!!)
October 22nd:
PJMel' d rather be a hammer than a nail, Yes I would, If i only could, I surely would.... - eeek! it would seem I have an earworm... (bloody Simon & Garfunckel!)
October 28th:
PJMEL was woken by a feeble voice that said "Mama, i've got to kotzen"... "huh? Kotzen????" ... oh...UGH! ... explanation through demonstration... it would seem kotzen is german for "CHUNDER"....
November 5th:
PJMel 's finally been lent the first series of "madmen"- after months of anticipation- and now the bloody DVD player's gone on the blink... :( ... and Bob The (bloody) Builder's stuck in it. CAN WE FIX IT??? (Apparently not, but we know who to blame!)
if your child has had a late night and wakes up tired, grumpy and moody, it is probably not a sensible idea to let him stay home from Kindergarten. No matter how much he begs.
It stands to reason that if he's too whiney and whingey to be at Kindergarten, then he is without doubt, way, way,
WAY too whiney and whingey to be at home!
(Yet another lesson learnt the hard way...)
The refreshing honesty and lack of 'choice' when it comes to the purchasing of "feminine hygeine products". 'Cause, let's face it - how much choice do you actually really need?
Clearly, german women are not fools to be seduced by packaging when it comes to the marketing of such necessities.
You'll find no 'limited release' fancy boxes in this seasons colours for them. ('Cause really, who's meant to see the packaging?) Here is just the basic 2 or 3 different products, in 2 sizes, no more than 2 brands per store, and, MOST BRILLIANT OF ALL - available in boxes of 56. Practical and economical.
It's been raining, today. A lot.
I hereby withdraw any ambition I may have at any stage held to be a dedicated follower of fashion:
Crap picture I know, but see here, the white splotches of paint on these (new for sale) pants? Apparently, they're MEANT to be there! (Also on display for sale were denim jeans similarly adorned.) I repeat ... WTF?
?
I'm sooooooo over the current trend of dressing like hobbos. Never, in humankind's entire history, have people ASPIRED to dress so shabbily. I'm also angry that it's sooooooo very very hard to find un-"distressed" clothing for the Caspi-Man. Quite frankly, he's more than capable of distressing his own clothing, thank you very much. I don't need (or want) to buy it that way.
Clearly, I have some issues...
And may we present the flower, the laid tree, the green rabbit (with carrot), the blue whale, the yellow giraffe-necked creature, red rat and hybrid snake.
Works in Plasticine.
We have also baked, swam, painted, playgrounded (yes, that is too a verb), and thrown more tantrums than all the world's red-headed sportsmen and diva popstars combined. I think we might need an organised summer program... or, perhaps, a responsible adult to look after us...
Usually, I try to maintain a live and let live approach to life - but I've just discovered something that threatens to turn me into an angry fundamentalist...
IS NOTHING SACRED???
They've made a movie of "
Where the wild things are".
I repeat, IS NOTHING SACRED?
(Am a tad curious though how they've managed to stretch a feature length film out of a 20 page book, while in any way maintaining the integrity of the story... UUGGH... how could they? IS NOTHING SACRED? And, what's worse, the Caspi-Man will probably want to see it.)
