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Das Verschwinden des Josef
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by Olivier Guez

17853 days until until long birthday weekend. oh no
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July

2014

๐ŸŒ„ 43 Days To Go ๐ŸŒž

43 days until my vacation! ๐Ÿ™Œ Yahooooooooooo! ๐Ÿ™Œ Later than I thought, but still good enough. ๐Ÿ˜› I am going to make a bucket list of things that I want to do. Granted it is most likely only 3 weeks this year :(, but I still want to take the best advantage of it. I would really love to go away for a few days. Scandinavia, England ๐Ÿ’‚ or Vienna? They have an exhibition on WW 1 that I would love to see. Only need to convince brother, that he wants to go away too. Hmmm. But so excited! Away from work, soooooo badly needed.

Now that I am on my 4th book on Hitlers Lats Few Days I can draw the first big conclusio: human weaknesses are always the same, on all levels and throughout the ages. How good is that to hear?! There is betrayel, lies, jelousy, non-loyalty and absolutely no memory for all the good. ๐Ÿ’ก These are the weaknesses of the human kind that we have to deal with every single day. I wonder what is at the very chore of all these bad habits… ?? Or arent these bad habits after all?

Last weekend was an awful IUD weekend. Even moving around was painful. Very good excuse to lay down and not move around. LOVED IT! A book, pyjama, a warming bottle, lots of pillows… that is quality of life at its best. That IUD needs to go. Soon.



Happenings at work seem to repeat themselves. Awful mood ๐Ÿ˜ฌ, way to much to do โœ‰ ๐Ÿ“ซ ๐Ÿ“ฎ, complete exhaustion, plenty of extra hours (which will be unpaid of course), awful mood, lots of outbursts… I cannot understand it. Especially why people scream at me and let their anger out at me. But I have to console myself with that any sort of outburst says more about them than about me. ๐Ÿ˜‰ Best strategy: limit contact to work collegues to a maximum. ๐Ÿ’ก

Out in my delivery area, everything is good. There is a new puppy around, a new baby cat ๐Ÿ˜บ, and so much gratefulness. I love my delivery area! This week there were sweets ๐Ÿฆ, crazy things to take photographs off: the biggest chickens ๐Ÿ“ ever and skin lotions:


Next week I want to work on our porch, possibly start on garden, buy the new Chris Carter book ๐Ÿ“•, soooo much to do. It will be also Emmas 2nd birthday tomorrow, she is already in pose for the celebrations, crazy girl:



The football world cup โšฝ is passing me by, matches are too late โฐ and I am always too tired ๐Ÿจ. I wish we all could be monkeys ๐Ÿ™Š and live in Gibralta. I think life would be quite brilliant!



Today I made Strawberry Lemon Cake Bars with Lemon Glaze, mine certainly dont look like they are supposed to. Photo later though, they are still cooling.



I am thinking lots again these days, and I think unsolved mysteries solve themselves with time. And so I am slowly able to understand what is driving people to make certain desicions. A waste though. โ€ผ Absolutely and really.

Goal for the three months that I am off Uni now: lots of Uni things of course, improve our living space and improve my life. Be more open for all people and look for possibilites rather than walking around with my head held low. There is so much life to experience and I so much want to be part of it. ๐Ÿ‘ฏ

Now off to inline skate while Emma lays around snoring. Looooooove. โžก



One Response to “๐ŸŒ„ 43 Days To Go ๐ŸŒž”


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    Lucy
    12:26 am on July 7th, 2014

    Wait a minute…those are chicken sculptures right? On my computer screen, I’m just not sure! ๐Ÿ˜€

    Happy skating Connie! โžก

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