Tuesday, September 15, 2009
Wednesday, September 9, 2009
What have I for you today?
Two things....my newly-aquired ability to scan old photos and my first stance of individuality!
I'd say that is rather good for a Wednesday morning...
Please be so kind as to control your eye-muscles to the picture on the left. You will see young Monika and her brother in kindergarden. I remember this picture-taking vividly, even the name of the teacher to my left...Frau Ulrich!
Every one of us children was going to run down the slide and a picture was taken. I distinctly remember thinking that I didn't want my picture to look like all the other pictures and most certainly nothing like the picture my brother would take. You see, back in those days....having your picture taken was a big deal.
There I was; I decided to cling my arms behind the steal bars to give it that little extra and slide gracefully down...or so I thought...geometry and physics not being taught in kindergarden, my arms got caught behind the steel bars and once I finally got down-with the help of Frau Ulrich- it hurt!
Moral of the story: being different takes a lot...mostly it can hurt and most often you make a fool of yourself. A little sailor suit certainly does not improve the matter! However, if you have very good luck, you might be able to use it later in life as a cute anecdote about yourself that will make some people smile and some might even nod knowingly.
This goes out to all of you who remember wanting to be different. And if you still posess that daring quality... leave some fully-formed sentences is my dare-devil comment section!
Welcome back, you all!
Tuesday, January 27, 2009
Saturday, January 17, 2009
This weekend we are looking for a physicist, born in Poland or Germany depending on your point in time. And to make things more complicated, he spend most of his life in the Netherlands. Despite having an angelic first name, his first invention in 1709 was a compilation of heat and alcohol. He adapted it 5 years later and used mercury instead of alcohol, differently toxic but probably less religiously offensive.
Any ideas? Measure your wisdom in the comment section with a HINT. If your brain is frozen, wait a bit...other hints might come in and warm things up for you...let the games begin!
Monday, January 12, 2009
Friday, January 9, 2009
1. Don't blurt out the answer. Leave a witty remark in the comment section that paraphrases, disguises or hints to your guess. I'll judge if you were right.
2. Don't point fingers at others and laugh. ( a treat reserved for the host of this blog and yellow budgies!)
3. Don't finish the cookies!
A man born in London in 1633. He started to write a diary in 1660 and continued writing it until 1669, I guess he had a lot to say. Bad eyesight stopped him to continue. In fact, his diary gives us insights into his time, hello!...things like The Great Plague and the Great Fire of London were causing havoc and he also buried a big cheese we are told, to protect his house from catching fire. I guess he had his reasons, perhaps bad eyesight!
More interestingly, he wrote in letters that looked like a code and was referred to as Shelton's shorthand. He died in 1703, probably not of glaucoma.
Who's the man? Now of to the comment section with you and let the fun begin! HINT away!
Monday, January 5, 2009
I changed my mind. This is what I found on one page: (feel free to be astounded with me!)
Preferred Donor will meet the following criteria:
*Height 5’7 or Taller
*18-28 years old
*Athletic Ability Preferred
*No Genetic Medical Issues
Proven intelligence? Very attractive? Let's see a bit closer what exactly they mean, shall we? Oh it goes on, believe you me!
Our family is tall and therefore hopes to find a tall donor however, you will not automatically be eliminated from the search if you are not 5'7 or taller. You may apply at any height however, if you are shorter than 5'7 it helps if you have immediate family members who are tall.
Our current search is for an individual who has a heritage that is Caucasian however please check back in the future if you have a different heritage.
Modeling experience is a plus but is not required.
We are unable to accept applications from potential donors who are younger than 18. While many donor programs accept applicants who are over age 30, we are fairly firm on our age limit. If you are 30 years old, you may still apply, but no applicants over age 31 will be accepted. Our network of doctors have set this criterion and we are unable to make exceptions.
While we are looking for a donor who has graduated from a top 100 four year college, we realize that not all women are afforded this opportunity. If you are not college educated but have proven intelligence, please consider filling out our application.
We are currently looking for a donor who has a history of participating in athletics or dance. Playing or performing at a college or professional level is ideal. Please note that a lack of athletic ability will not eliminate you from this search and women who are gifted in other areas are encouraged to apply.
This criterion is absolute. Please contact us if you have any questions about what is considered a genetic medical issue.
I didn't realize that people who cannot have children are so specific about their probable offspring. What are we cloning for? And I almost made it too...proven intelligence? I didn't even get this advert!
Saturday, January 3, 2009
Another new year, another blog and I am still missing that sock I was looking for last night. Things don't seem to change even when monumental changes, such as the passing of December 31 to January 1st, occur. I am blaming elves, just so you know!
I have high hopes for this year though; so far every succeeding year has been better than the year before. I recall when I was 6 and thinking...nah, just kidding...I was too busy sticking yellow post-its on little Patrick's back and make him look like a poopooh-head, than have any thoughts involving another time-frame. Little Patrick did though, he wanted to be a priest like his dad ...which was a bit of a turn off to be quite frank until years later when I heard the song "Son of a Preacher Man" and metaphorically kicked myself for not using pink post-its on him.
Anyways 2009, come on in! I am quite ready for you...well, give me a sec until I find that sock and then we can battle it out.
A phenomenal 2009 to each and everyone, except those elves...they better mend their ways.
appendix: If you got a few minutes head on over here and listen to me ramble on about something or other to do with lager drinking and barley feeding to swine.