- Go to university and be a good girl.
- Have fun with Johnny.
- Not give a fuck about anything.
- Read and stitch.
25 November, 2011
25 November, 2011
It’s Friday morning and I got front seats at this new show called “I’m a dumbass bitch“. I sometimes feel like breaking my rule on not posting or ranting about work.
But they aren’t worth it! None of them, especially this new dumbass bitch. I really hate how the world works but then again I am fully aware that nothing is ever fair.
I think that’s why so many people want a zombie appocalipse. Just gives us a plague or something to get rid of all of those dumbasses out there.
23 November, 2011
You do remember this furball, right?
Well I wanted to say that it’s been two months already and he’s still at my place. Yup, I’ve had him for two months now. He is doing great. His grown up a lot and he is healthier. I won’t even talk about his energy levels. But I will talk about how nice is to wake up in the middle of the night and see that he is sleeping right next to me, all bundled up in the blankets.
That cuteness really makes me overlook all the scratches in my hands and legs. And that pink nose of him is just as cute, even when he bites.
23 November, 2011
Remember back in September when I went on a shopping spree for books and bought ten novels by Georges Simenon?
Well, I finally got the chance to read one of them last weekend. I was in a hurry so I didn’t pay much attention to what I was putting in my backpack, but I picked an interesting book: The Saint-Fiacre Affair.
The original French version (L’Affaire Saint-Fiacre) was published in 1932, 79 years ago. But I got to read the 2005 Romanian version, published by Polirom.
It was on Saturday morning that I decided not to watch TV, or log on my computer. I just wanted to read while I drank my coffee. I wanted a peaceful morning.
Just to get this out of my system: seriously, I doubt I ever read a novel in which the detective is left so helpless. I felt sorry for Maigret, not because he was unable to figure things out or prosecute the murderer, but because his entire childhood gets ruined by this one visit. I guess that’s why I love Simenon’s novels. His character is more real than any other detective out there (from the books I read so far). He isn’t perfect like other detectives, he makes mistakes, he gets involved more than he should, he feels like a real detective that lived 79 years ago.
The action of the novel takes place in the small village of Saint Fiacre, the village were Maigret was born and raised. It all starts with Maigret waking up at an inn runned by Marie, one of his childhood friends. He wakes up early to go to the village church so that he can prevent a murder that was announced in a small note.
At the end of the service, the Countess (a woman who he admired as a young child) dies unexpectedly, yet there are no signs of trauma or poisoning. All of this leaving the detective wondering how could someone predict a natural death? Or is it a well planned murder?
And from here on the book really starts moving on with Maigret running from one place to another trying to piece things together.
The atmosphere of the book really fitted with the weather outside: cold and gloomy. The only thing that didn’t fit was the food described in the book. Seriously I was starving by the 5th chapter. I guess I should make a note for my next weekend and eat before I start reading anything else.
What can I say, I spent a nice Saturday morning reading and the day passed slowly and nicely. What more can I ask for.
22 November, 2011
18 November, 2011
Okay so it may be bad to your health but an occasional smoke can do wonders for a troubled mind.
Either way, I just had my solution pointed out to me last night while I was watching Dr. House. And no, it wasn’t the TV show that made me realize it, it was me being tired, combined with mood swings, smoking and the cat just running around like crazy.
It’s funny how things hit you when you don’t expect them to. Now, all I need is my mighty pen, my cute notebook and a will of iron.
And since I am ranting here, I just wanted to post the progress on my new stitching project.
This is a printed model from Hudemas. It measures 16×16 cm, and has 11 colors. I love this model very much. It’s one of my top favorites and this is how the back of it looks:
That’s how much I stitched in the past few weeks and considering it’s needlepoint I think I’ve done good. I am not sure if I will finish it before the holidays but we’ll see. Right now I was wondering if I should frame it or make something else out of it. But if I frame it where will I hang it? And what else can I make out of it?
Hopefully the Internet and all those stitching blogs out there will give me an idea.
17 November, 2011
Another bitter cold autumn morning!
Strangely, I am finding it harder and harder to wake up at 6:30 AM. I am not physically tired, but more like mentally tired. That sounds so wrong but it’s true. I am tired of everything!
I guess I’m a bit sad that another year has passed and yet not much has happened or better said I haven’t done much this year. Am I being harsh on myself? No, I don’t think I am. In fact I think I’m being too soft on myself. I need to get moving or I will see how many years will pass and I’ll be doing the same things over and over. And that’s just sad.
Moving on, my usual ride to work has become even more annoying than it was. Today I had the pleasure of staying right next to some geezers. They had such an insightful talk about the personal life of one of their co-worker. Apparently that other geezer married twice and just couldn’t find the right woman to wash his underwear.
My God! What is this world coming to??? Women aren’t doing the laundry anymore? Blasphemy!!! We should burn the witches.
On a brighter note, Johnny has made new friends. He even bragged about feeding them from his own hand. And just to prove it to me he sent some really nice photos (but I’ll post just a few) of his new friends.
Yup, Johnny has made some pigeon friends. It’s quite funny, considering we both had our share of bird poop over the past few years.
Yes, Johnny’s iPhone 4 takes better pictures than my Nokia X2. I could brag that my camera takes even better pictures but unfortunately I lost the charger. Maybe I misplaced it, I seem to do that every time.
It’s okay I’ll find that charger and I will be back with lovely pictures. Hopefully I will find it before it starts snowing.
15 November, 2011
As I was walking to work I thought “Hmm, if I would get a new job wouldn’t I miss my old job? After all I’ve been working here for 5 years“.
Then it hit me. The only thing I would miss it would be those crazy dogs that greet me everyday. Otherwise I wouldn’t miss anything from my current job.
That’s a pretty sad thought to have.
14 November, 2011
Did I mentioned the bitter cold wheater we are having? I guess I did. It’s really cold outside and truthfully it’s cold even at work. I need hand warmers!
On Saturday we waited in the bitter cold so we could visit The Antipa Museum. The museum recently re-opened. There was a lot of coverage in the media and every weekend we tried to visit we were put off by the long waiting line. But this time we decided to stay in line and see how long it would take to get in.
40 very cold minutes!
So here I am writing about our trip to “The National Museum of Natural History Grigore Antipa”. Pretty long name if you ask me. And here’s a picture of Grigore Antipa bust so you can get an idea on how he looked.
This was my third visit to this museum. The first two times I really liked the museum because it was cluttered and you really had to look to see the exhibits. Trust me as a kid, it’s fun to search for things. And there were so many cool things, many jars with dead birds, fishes and other strange marine creatures. It was a fun museum for a kid to visit.
But they closed it down and did some renovations and re-opened it in September.
I don’t know if I regret standing in line or not. I was disappointed by a lot of things. Sure, the museum looks high tech and stuff, but the birds and animals that are stuffed are really ugly and some are so damaged that they barely resembled the animals they once were.
Not really. I was expecting to not like some things but I did enjoy other things, for example at the last two floors there were some really cool exhibits. For example the trophy room:
Or the room full with skeletons and mummies:
But one of my favorite exhibits was the laughing bunny. Yup, taxidermy at its best.
While we were looking around I think about 3-4 kids grabbed my hand thinking I was either their mother or teacher. It was funny because the instant they saw me they ran. Johnny was enjoying himself. There was this “No photos” sign at the entrance but he didn’t saw it and he just went crazy with my camera and with his iPhone. He managed about 200 photos when he saw this lady with her iPad.
I think it was Apple gealousy because he kept asking me to slow down so she could go on ahead.
After the museum we went to pizza and then home. It was a good Saturday! Really it was, I mean I am still healthy, no cold and no flu. But I seriously need to buy something to keep me warm in my new office because it’s freezing here. And just to be clear, this is how cold it is:
10 November, 2011
It’s so cold outside.
So cold that I was desperate enough to think about squeezing in the first bus that came. But thankfully my sanity didn’t let me and I was lucky enough to get a seat on the second bus that came. So lucky that about 4-5 people gave me long looks hoping that I will give them my seat. Fat chance!
It’s Thursday and already I’m wishing for the weekend. This week was exhausting! The worst part is that we still have one more day of work.