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 June 29, 2006June 23, 2006A little less conversationThis proves I do not always think before I say… My dad (on the phone last week or so): Oh no. I didn't MEAN to say THAT!!
At a (wedding) dinner party, also last week. Some decided to rearrange the table & chairs, and I helped. Me: So we got 21 people? I use a calculator too. But c'mon! You got a brain, use it once in a while!
At dinner, the woman in front of me talked with her mouth full. Food on her teeth, chin, cheek, everywhere. I had to plan a strategy of where to place my wine WITHOUT her spitting in it. Awful. Disgusting. I ended up talking to the guy next to her about something called embedded software. Geek-talking to her neighbor really helped. She gave up talking to me and finished her meal without donating it back to the table. June 14, 2006My best friend’s weddingTomorrow is my best friend’s wedding. We've know eachother for almost 15 years. (I feel SO old right now!). Maybe you remember her: her fiancé popped the question during the break of a SOCCER game. She said NO. OFCOURSE!! What was he thinking, silly man. He did learn from his mistake and tried again a few months later. This time he asked her in a small romantic little church in beautiful Venice, Italy. Now that is pretty romantic. So I believe, he made up for his mistake. What do you think girls? Anyways, she’ll say I DO tomorrow. She initially thought it was fun to marry June 6. You know: 6-6-2006. She’s not a Christian or superstitious, but when I said that 666 is kinda like already someone else’s favorite number, she changed the date. I’m really excited for her. She’s been with soccer man for over 8 years now. So it’s about time. And what coincidence she’s marrying during the Soccer World Cup 2006. Or is it..? June 10, 2006The hardest thingThe hardest thing I have ever done in my life is leaving Tim to go back to work. BUT the last two weeks weren’t as horrible as I imagined. I left Tim Monday with his dad. And Tuesday and Thursday with his grandma. I knew he was with people who love and adore him. I’m very grateful for that. The first day was the hardest, but as long as I didn’t think of Tim, I didn’t have to cry. As long as I didn’t look at photos of Tom, I was fine. As long as I didn’t call Mr. Sweety to listen to Tim. I was OK. And on my way to work I had my iPod on the highest volume. I let the music fill my head, I couldn’t even think of Tim. I’ve worked three 6-hour days. Normally I work 8-hour days. In The Netherlands we get to use 25% of work time to feed the baby or to extract milk (so yes, this law is only for mothers breastfeeding) until the baby is 9 months! I decided to use this arrangement and save the two hours and leave at 3 PM (in stead of 5 PM) to be home early. So far, it’s been a great arrangement. And the milk production units are cooperative. The first day with his grandma Tim refused his bottle. But we’ve been practicing and he’s been doing great the last few days. I also have to admit work has been less awful since my evil manager straight from hell got fired. Champagne! Happy dance! Hooray! Yoohoo! Yay! Still I’d prefer NOT to work. But it’s OK. And I’m sure Tim loves spending Tim with his grandma. The last workday I even brought some photos of Tim with me. I put them up. Without crying. Just a smile, and a thought “Just six hours, and I’ll be home baby!” I can be such a drama queen. |
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