I am too nervous....

World CUP in handball started today and our first game is tomorrow. When I say "our" I mean Iceland's. I am a proud foreigner in this country but when we play handball or any other foreigner has something nasty to say about this island, my internal Viking gets turned on and those horns will meet you were it hurts. Consequently, instead of studying I am watching old you-tube recordings of games from 2008.

Handball is the only sport we are actually good at, well that and Icelandic GLIMA, and let's face it...the guys look ridiculous in those tight pants that go over the shoulders and things get grabbed that God intended to be treated nicely. Besides, those Japanese pamper babies really have the edge when it comes to ridiculous sports in inappropriate clothing.

So you can feel the buzz on this little ice-cube these days and tomorrow is gonna be crazy. It is the time when fast food chains make a real profit, 'cause nobody has the nerves to cook, luckily so...'cause I am betting my lush hamburger tomorrow that our fire departments will be glued to the television as well and draw charcoal outlines of our defense set ups.

Here is to OUR team, may it succeed and give its nation a bit of a lift:)

Since the early 1600's, residents in a German Bavarian town -a German village tucked away 40 miles south-west of Munich at the lower edge of Bavaria- produced a play every ten years depicting the life and death of Jesus after God spared them from today's trivia result.

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Happy 2011!

My life is changing, I can feel it... I really wanna give 2011 a hug, but I do not even know how I would go about embracing 300 something days; just can't make hands meet! I guess I will settle for blowing a kiss in whichever direction the wind blows less.

I hope your 2011 contains a few leaps of faith, a loving embrace and spaghetti!

How about a new start...

I would like one every day, just to be on the safe side. Or how about whenever I do something stupid I immediately regret right after. Well, given the rate I am going, I would have to be re-born at least twice every day....and let's face it who would like to surrogate such an idea?!

I wonder why we make mistakes and why we even make them when we know they are stupid, even in bloody foresight. What drives us to commit to a moment and push past and future to the sidelines despite their heavy objections? Because living in the moment is thrilling, it makes you alive right here and right now and whatever door of doom you just opened at least you walked into it intentionally. Fate is such a common company and why should she always get to choose? It is your life, make it count and have it on your terms. Even if that means waking up with a hangover of doubts!

My summary of chapter 18....

School sure is being a bitch at the moment, but I do not seem to mind too much. A couple of minutes ago dad came into my room and saw me drawing and said "So, that's what they call studying these days?!" Upon coming closer he said: "What the heck is that?!" Well, my human physiology impaired friends, these are the locations of the different partial pressures of oxygen and carbon dioxide throughout the circulation...or my summary of chapter 18, if you will.

To seize any moment, I used dad's perplexity to ask him if he would bring me some tea. He did, a puzzled look still on his face :)

Ok, with the next post we will return to our weekly "Guess the person- trivia!" What are the odds of it being study-related? You do the math!

It's a New Era...(for like the third time!)

I have returned to blogging, partly because facebook allows little for fully-formed sentences and most importantly: orion is safely located 2/3 rd of its length from the sun...perfect for new beginnings. Oh, it DOES matter!

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!

Another trivia...it's what we do around here!

She was born in 1780 into a rich Quaker family in England. She received education and spend her youth flollowing her mother who tended to the poor and sick. Giving birth to 11 children did not stop her from following in her Mom's footsteps and in 1813 she visited for the first time Newgate Prison. An experience that shaped the rest of her life and even resulted in a book. In 1818 she spoke to people in Parliament and in 1823 the Gaol Act was passed that helped to improve living conditions in prisons. This charitable woman passed in 1845 and since 2002 can be seen on the back of a Bank of England note!

Now ...to the comment section with the lot of you and hint at this queen of a woman!