A somewhat pretentious title for a last post, but it kind of feels like the end of an era to me! I wrote my first post on September 12 2007. My expectations were high, and the writing was something I truly truly enjoyed for a long time.
Lately I've not had as much enjoyment in writing. Partly because I feel like I'm repeating myself. It is our second spring here in this house and there's only so much one can write about holland, flowers, and bike rides in the surroundings I think! And I feel like I'm on repeat emotionally, continually going over the same things. There is a lot I would still like to write about but a lot of it is to personal to be posted here on the net, so I'll probably end up writing a diary instead. One meant for my eyes only, with my hubby peeking in now and again so that he can make an attempt to understand what's going on in this head of mine.
I have gained so much through blogging though. Writing really has helped me maintain some perspective. I remember with fondness (and some longing) the days that I walked around eager to get started on writing, to share some trivial insight, or the highlights of my day. It's really been a lot of fun!
I'm also glad to know that I will be able to read back through this blog, to recap what has really been quite a turbulent period in my (our) lives. I've written about our move to this little town, our trip to Ethiopia with my road trip being the ultimate highlight. I've written about the different jobs I've had in that time period. The one in Utrecht, the one in Zwolle, and the one I have now. I've written about the different sicknesses that have kept our family busy. Herman with his ulcerative colitis, Tristan with his hemofilia and alopecia, and Marinda with Pfeiffer and all the "lovely" after effects. I've written about family and friends and marriage and raising kids. This blog pretty much covers it all!
Just looking back through all these old posts makes me smile. I'm thankful for the internet, for the opportunity to get out and write and have people comment, for being able to literally look back on a part of my life. I'm glad blogging encouraged me to look at things with fresh eyes, to see beyond the mundane and see that things are special.
Maybe someday I will get back to blogging again. In the meantime, I will leave this blog up for those who want to browse. Comments, as always, are welcome! And if you want to ask me a question or get in touch please feel free to write me at eliseblogs@gmail.com.
Thanks everybody!!
7 quick takes
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This is how the kitchen looks now. Improvement is coming in bits and pieces accompanied by aches and pains from my husband. Thankfully we've been fed at friends and family over the last couple of days, so there has been no more need for back yard cooking! Hopefully this weekend all will be up and running again and we'll be able to enjoy this beauty :-)
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Work is a joy and a pleasure. Yesterday I teksted the following message to some friends: "Perks of the job; sitting in the sun by a windmill with coffee". I am going on lots of work visits to the local volunteer organisations. Over the last couple of weeks I've visited youth projects, homes for the elderly, an art gallery, schools, a home away from home for handicapped children and the windmill. I love it!3.
Marinda is home sick again. It looks like the flu. Tristan is lying on the sofa complaining of a stomachache. We are still in the flow of having a child or two sick at home at least one day a week. Today it's both of them....4.
Our front yard is blooming mightily, thanks to my friend Alize who gifted us with bags of bulbs.
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Our front yard is blooming mightily, thanks to my friend Alize who gifted us with bags of bulbs.
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I can finally walk up the stairs again without my knee twinging in protest every time! And with two staircases in the house, this is a real blessing. I will have to think twice about jumping on the trampoline again. I think I'm beginning to feel my age, whether I like it or not!
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Currently reading Isaac Asimov. Love me a good robot story!
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Just writing these 7 quick takes makes me realize how much information I throw on facebook through my status updates. Sometimes it's hard to think of what to write, seeing as I've already written something about it on facebook. Makes me wonder if I should toss one or the other.
Have a great friday everyone!
Just writing these 7 quick takes makes me realize how much information I throw on facebook through my status updates. Sometimes it's hard to think of what to write, seeing as I've already written something about it on facebook. Makes me wonder if I should toss one or the other.
Have a great friday everyone!
Memories
Renzo found and scanned these pictures and posted them on facebook. I just had to put them here as well :-).
This picture was taken on United Nations Day at ICS (International Community School of Addis Ababa, Ethiopia). At this school United Nations Day was celebrated with a parade of flags of all the countries that had students in the school, followed by presentat
ions from several countries. This particular year, my mom decided to steal the show with us kids. I was at that odd awkward age where it's only just acceptabel to stand on stage and sing, it verged on being painful!
We sang "twee emmertjes water halen", that's what I remember for sure! Funny thing is, we hardly spoke dutch at all at home, and didn't sing much dutch either. We might just have learned that dutch song especially for that occasion!
A couple of years later, back at the school after three years in the States, I was the flag bearer for the dutch flag. There's a picture of that somewhere!
This other picture is much older. I was showing it to Marinda and only then realized that my parents were much younger than I am now when this picture was taken. In their early thirties perhaps? Strange to think of them off discovering the world with four kids in tow, while I sit here, ensconced behind my computer, limiting my travels around the world to reading peoples blogs!
I think we look pretty good though!
This picture was taken on United Nations Day at ICS (International Community School of Addis Ababa, Ethiopia). At this school United Nations Day was celebrated with a parade of flags of all the countries that had students in the school, followed by presentat
ions from several countries. This particular year, my mom decided to steal the show with us kids. I was at that odd awkward age where it's only just acceptabel to stand on stage and sing, it verged on being painful!We sang "twee emmertjes water halen", that's what I remember for sure! Funny thing is, we hardly spoke dutch at all at home, and didn't sing much dutch either. We might just have learned that dutch song especially for that occasion!
A couple of years later, back at the school after three years in the States, I was the flag bearer for the dutch flag. There's a picture of that somewhere!
This other picture is much older. I was showing it to Marinda and only then realized that my parents were much younger than I am now when this picture was taken. In their early thirties perhaps? Strange to think of them off discovering the world with four kids in tow, while I sit here, ensconced behind my computer, limiting my travels around the world to reading peoples blogs!
I think we look pretty good though!
Kitchen
So today is day two of our kitchen revamp. Yesterday, after a long afternoon search, we finally found the tiles we wanted to put on the wall. We ended up getting floor tiles! Less shiny and more robust than the usual kitchen tiles. I hope it works! Almost anything is better than the icky color that the tiles are now.
I was telling Herman that I'm glad I didn't realize how much work was going to go into fixing this kitchen up. The dust, oh my stars, the dust!! As you can see right here....
it was not a misty day... it was the dust. Which obviously penetrated the house right up to the eaves. I have now "cleaned" downstairs, but I guess the rest of the week will be spent dusting and dusting and dusting...
This is our outdoor kitchen. Sounds pretty fancy, hey? I did actually cook on here this evening, on an electric burner. Thank goodness for good weather!
The hot water was off downstairs, so Herman had to lug pails of hot water up and down the stairs for me so I could dust a little. And I had to get the water from my soup from the hose outside:-). Later tonight this will all be covered up with plastic and tomorrow will be a day of rest.
I'm just hoping nobody will come by and steal the pans and tupperware that is still stored in the cupboards!
I was telling Herman that I'm glad I didn't realize how much work was going to go into fixing this kitchen up. The dust, oh my stars, the dust!! As you can see right here....
it was not a misty day... it was the dust. Which obviously penetrated the house right up to the eaves. I have now "cleaned" downstairs, but I guess the rest of the week will be spent dusting and dusting and dusting...
This is our outdoor kitchen. Sounds pretty fancy, hey? I did actually cook on here this evening, on an electric burner. Thank goodness for good weather!
The hot water was off downstairs, so Herman had to lug pails of hot water up and down the stairs for me so I could dust a little. And I had to get the water from my soup from the hose outside:-). Later tonight this will all be covered up with plastic and tomorrow will be a day of rest.
I'm just hoping nobody will come by and steal the pans and tupperware that is still stored in the cupboards!
For Renzo and Joy
On facebook, my brother and sister asked me what my favorite memory of them was when we were growing up. Here is my answer, written down for posterity:
Funnily enough, my fondest memory of both of you, is of both of you together.
Remember how we celebrated Christmas in Ethiopia? Gathered around our Christmas branches? Mom and dad had always secreted away presents that they had bought the summer before.
I think the first year I went to RVA I came back from Kenya with Christmas gifts for everybody, so there was a nice pile under the Christmas tree. You two decided you wanted to join in the fun and got all secretive. Pretty soon the pile started growing, with a mismatch of presents wrapped in all kinds of paper.
I remember opening the presents and feeling such a surge of love for you two. You had wrapped up your own teddy bears and other personal items and given them to us. It was so sweet!
The next year I was blessed with the gift of a silver ring, picked out personally by one or both of you. It was a silver filigree ring with a flower on top. It was truly ugly! But I don't think I ever let you know that. I still have that ring by the way. The fact that is was given to me by you two makes me hang on to it :-).
Although we grew up together, I don't have a lot of memories of you. I'm so glad I have gotten so many more memories over the last years! It's been such a pleasure getting to know you both as adults and becoming friends with both of you.
Love you!!
p.s. does my memory serve me correctly, or do you two have different memories of what I just wrote down?
Funnily enough, my fondest memory of both of you, is of both of you together.
Remember how we celebrated Christmas in Ethiopia? Gathered around our Christmas branches? Mom and dad had always secreted away presents that they had bought the summer before.
I think the first year I went to RVA I came back from Kenya with Christmas gifts for everybody, so there was a nice pile under the Christmas tree. You two decided you wanted to join in the fun and got all secretive. Pretty soon the pile started growing, with a mismatch of presents wrapped in all kinds of paper.
I remember opening the presents and feeling such a surge of love for you two. You had wrapped up your own teddy bears and other personal items and given them to us. It was so sweet!
The next year I was blessed with the gift of a silver ring, picked out personally by one or both of you. It was a silver filigree ring with a flower on top. It was truly ugly! But I don't think I ever let you know that. I still have that ring by the way. The fact that is was given to me by you two makes me hang on to it :-).
Although we grew up together, I don't have a lot of memories of you. I'm so glad I have gotten so many more memories over the last years! It's been such a pleasure getting to know you both as adults and becoming friends with both of you.
Love you!!
p.s. does my memory serve me correctly, or do you two have different memories of what I just wrote down?
Sister
Lise, my sister, asked me when I would start writing on my blog again, instead of posting pictures. I replied that I didn't know what to write about so she suggested I write about the fights we used to have. So all that I write here is not my fault, it's hers!
Lise and I have an interesting history. Though I am the oldest, she was the fighter, and paved the way in a lot of things. She had fights with my parents, she had a boyfriend before I did, she went out before I did, she did a lot of stuff before I did!
I think a certain amount of competitiveness was there at an early age.
She drove me up the wall, regularly, when we were small. I remember learning how to count to ten before I lost my temper purely because she would make me so mad I would want to rip out my hair, or hers! The last time I lost my temper with her was when I was fourteen. We were watching Little House on the Prairie. It was summer time and our days were planned around watching Little House on the Prairie (I wept when the programming changed and it didn't show anymore). We settled down in front of the tv and got into an argument about who got to sit where. I ended up sitting in front of her at which point she started to nudge me. Again, and again, and again and again.... Like a dripping tap, you know the feeling! So I asked her to stop, several times (at this point Lise may have a different version of this story :-)). When she didn't, I totally lost it. I turned on her and beat her up and then left the room slamming the door so hard behind me it caught on my heel. I ended up weeping tears of frustration while cooling my heel under the tap outside.
I can't remember ever losing my temper with her after that!
We used to share a room. That was not a wise choice that my parents made! I love reading at night and she would moan and groan until I would finally turn off the light. Her half of the room was always the nicest. Even if I got first choice of halves her half would always look nicer. She had impeccable taste in designing then, and still does now. I used to be so jealous of that!
Since then besides being sisters, we've become friends. Having kids has wiped away a lot of differences. I don't lose my temper, we respect each others differences and we like to get together, even though it doesn't happen often enough!
So Lise, here's a little of my version of our past. Any comments? ;-)
Love you lots!!
Lise and I have an interesting history. Though I am the oldest, she was the fighter, and paved the way in a lot of things. She had fights with my parents, she had a boyfriend before I did, she went out before I did, she did a lot of stuff before I did!
I think a certain amount of competitiveness was there at an early age.
She drove me up the wall, regularly, when we were small. I remember learning how to count to ten before I lost my temper purely because she would make me so mad I would want to rip out my hair, or hers! The last time I lost my temper with her was when I was fourteen. We were watching Little House on the Prairie. It was summer time and our days were planned around watching Little House on the Prairie (I wept when the programming changed and it didn't show anymore). We settled down in front of the tv and got into an argument about who got to sit where. I ended up sitting in front of her at which point she started to nudge me. Again, and again, and again and again.... Like a dripping tap, you know the feeling! So I asked her to stop, several times (at this point Lise may have a different version of this story :-)). When she didn't, I totally lost it. I turned on her and beat her up and then left the room slamming the door so hard behind me it caught on my heel. I ended up weeping tears of frustration while cooling my heel under the tap outside.
I can't remember ever losing my temper with her after that!
We used to share a room. That was not a wise choice that my parents made! I love reading at night and she would moan and groan until I would finally turn off the light. Her half of the room was always the nicest. Even if I got first choice of halves her half would always look nicer. She had impeccable taste in designing then, and still does now. I used to be so jealous of that!
Since then besides being sisters, we've become friends. Having kids has wiped away a lot of differences. I don't lose my temper, we respect each others differences and we like to get together, even though it doesn't happen often enough!
So Lise, here's a little of my version of our past. Any comments? ;-)
Love you lots!!
One healthy boy
This is what I love to see going on in our garden in the evening after dinner....
Much to be preferred over this.....
A little view of Gorinchem
We took a little side trip on sunday and went to Gorinchem.
The weather was lovely, and so was the town!
The weather was lovely, and so was the town!
Anniversary Dinner
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See the squint? That's because the sun was actually shining!
and the nachos were yummy!
All that Glitters
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View inside the toilets of the cinema in Breda.I blinked, and blinked, and blinked again, and then went for my camera!
Blogging
- oops! my knowledge of dutch is lacking. the word I use in the post below does not mean what i made it out to mean, but I decided to leave it as is anyway!-
Instead of blogging I've been doing more chatting on facebook, catching up with old friends. I'm rude, I just up and ask people what they've been doing and what choices have they made. It's so interesting to see how peoples lives have turned out! I'd love to do some kind of project, get everybody to tell their life story so we can see what we've all become.
I'm not going to the reunion, and I've reconciled to that fact I think. Part of me was terrified of going as well. Because although I have wonderful memories, it's not like going back in time and reliving it all! People change, I've changed. And seeing everybody could also turn out to be painful in a way.
And another reason is the fact that I'm "lichtgeraakt". Lichtgeraakt literally means lightly touched, or impressionable perhaps? I had this feeling that if I did go back I would end up with a huge crush on somebody. Because that's what I did back then, develop huge crushes and date a lot! And I loved it :-). So going back to familiar people would probably bring back familiar feelings....
Have to smile at myself. Here I am, a 37 year old married woman, talking about crushes. It's my inner 18 year old putting in an appearance.
I have noticed though, that people tend te revert to old behavior when put into "old" circumstances. When I go visit my parents I'm a bit of a different person than when I'm here at home. Herman used to regress when we visited his parents, drove me nuts! Until I figured out I was doing it as well ;-). Just today I was talking to a 62 year old friend about this. Even at her age, family habits die hard.
A reunion might just be a feeding ground for regression as well. Though ideally, it could also be a place to see the person you once were, be the person you are now, and a place to treasure memories and build new ones.
Now I wish I was going anyway!
Instead of blogging I've been doing more chatting on facebook, catching up with old friends. I'm rude, I just up and ask people what they've been doing and what choices have they made. It's so interesting to see how peoples lives have turned out! I'd love to do some kind of project, get everybody to tell their life story so we can see what we've all become.
I'm not going to the reunion, and I've reconciled to that fact I think. Part of me was terrified of going as well. Because although I have wonderful memories, it's not like going back in time and reliving it all! People change, I've changed. And seeing everybody could also turn out to be painful in a way.
And another reason is the fact that I'm "lichtgeraakt". Lichtgeraakt literally means lightly touched, or impressionable perhaps? I had this feeling that if I did go back I would end up with a huge crush on somebody. Because that's what I did back then, develop huge crushes and date a lot! And I loved it :-). So going back to familiar people would probably bring back familiar feelings....
Have to smile at myself. Here I am, a 37 year old married woman, talking about crushes. It's my inner 18 year old putting in an appearance.
I have noticed though, that people tend te revert to old behavior when put into "old" circumstances. When I go visit my parents I'm a bit of a different person than when I'm here at home. Herman used to regress when we visited his parents, drove me nuts! Until I figured out I was doing it as well ;-). Just today I was talking to a 62 year old friend about this. Even at her age, family habits die hard.
A reunion might just be a feeding ground for regression as well. Though ideally, it could also be a place to see the person you once were, be the person you are now, and a place to treasure memories and build new ones.
Now I wish I was going anyway!
Summer time
The clock changed today, daylight savings time I believe it's called? We slept in, contrary to our earlier plans to go visit another church this morning in our continuing search for a "spiritual home". Instead Herman and I visited a church this afternoon. An experience worth repeating.
Tristan spent the afternoon with friends jumping on the trampoline (yeah, the sun was shining!), laughing and joking, and raiding the fridge. Much to Marinda's dismay.
Marinda however, spent some time actually hanging things up in her room. Folks, I can hardly tell you how monumental this is. She had very very set ideas of how she wanted her room to be when we moved here a year ago. Stylish wallpaper, a new bed. She got it as well. And then everything just slowed down to a stop. Last year, on her birthday, she got a number of things to hang up in her room. All ended up standing up against the walls, waiting to be hung. This weekend stuff was hung!! As she said, "now it's like I'm really living here". And I guess that's been the issue a lot of the time. Just not feeling at home, and not wanting to settle.
But, some work has been done, and I'm ever so happy! I want my girlie to feel at home here, even though we know that next year summer she'll probably head off to college and out of here....
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Tristan spent the afternoon with friends jumping on the trampoline (yeah, the sun was shining!), laughing and joking, and raiding the fridge. Much to Marinda's dismay.
Marinda however, spent some time actually hanging things up in her room. Folks, I can hardly tell you how monumental this is. She had very very set ideas of how she wanted her room to be when we moved here a year ago. Stylish wallpaper, a new bed. She got it as well. And then everything just slowed down to a stop. Last year, on her birthday, she got a number of things to hang up in her room. All ended up standing up against the walls, waiting to be hung. This weekend stuff was hung!! As she said, "now it's like I'm really living here". And I guess that's been the issue a lot of the time. Just not feeling at home, and not wanting to settle.
But, some work has been done, and I'm ever so happy! I want my girlie to feel at home here, even though we know that next year summer she'll probably head off to college and out of here....
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Today
Today:
4 appointments at work
1 new database to try out
1 storm in a teacup which entailed a number of calls
7 volunteers to register in the new database
10 hours I should have worked
9 of which I actually worked
1 hour biking home and back for sick child
1 invite for dinner with colleagues
1 offer of cake from colleague celebrating birthday
1 missed lunch with a friend due to sick child
1 dinner cooked by mother in law
1 volunteer who's going to bike 10,000 kilometers in 21 days
1 colleague requesting feedback
1 wedding view
One long, busy, rainy day. A strange mix of good and not so good!
4 appointments at work
1 new database to try out
1 storm in a teacup which entailed a number of calls
7 volunteers to register in the new database
10 hours I should have worked
9 of which I actually worked
1 hour biking home and back for sick child
1 invite for dinner with colleagues
1 offer of cake from colleague celebrating birthday
1 missed lunch with a friend due to sick child
1 dinner cooked by mother in law
1 volunteer who's going to bike 10,000 kilometers in 21 days
1 colleague requesting feedback
1 wedding view
One long, busy, rainy day. A strange mix of good and not so good!
Life in general
I was telling my brother this weekend that I seem quite able to "rise to the occasion" when needed in times of crisis, but I'm hard put up to deal with the every day trials and tribulations life can throw at you. Or at me, in this case.
The last couple of weeks at least one child has been home "sick" at least one day a week. Every day is a surprise, seeing who will be home this time. Tristan is not doing great, lots of psychosomatic aches and pains, he's not sleeping well at all. I don't deal with it well because I don't know what to do about it. I'm good at making big decisions, but the little daily ones....
If he has a bleed, then we can inject him and get it "fixed". This kind of stuff.....
At my sisters birthday somebody asked me how I had been doing this last year, seeing as she hadn't seen me since the year before. So I summed up how our move had gone, and how the year has been. And then it kind of sunk in that it's been quite shitty in parts. Sometimes it takes saying things out loud for them to sink in. Or writing them down, that will also do the trick.
Hopefully we're heading into a healthier phase now, with Hermans health improving and me enjoying my job so much more. But meanwhile it kind of feels like the end of my energy has been reached and every little setback asks more of me than I have to give.
Sorry, depressing post!
The last couple of weeks at least one child has been home "sick" at least one day a week. Every day is a surprise, seeing who will be home this time. Tristan is not doing great, lots of psychosomatic aches and pains, he's not sleeping well at all. I don't deal with it well because I don't know what to do about it. I'm good at making big decisions, but the little daily ones....
If he has a bleed, then we can inject him and get it "fixed". This kind of stuff.....
At my sisters birthday somebody asked me how I had been doing this last year, seeing as she hadn't seen me since the year before. So I summed up how our move had gone, and how the year has been. And then it kind of sunk in that it's been quite shitty in parts. Sometimes it takes saying things out loud for them to sink in. Or writing them down, that will also do the trick.
Hopefully we're heading into a healthier phase now, with Hermans health improving and me enjoying my job so much more. But meanwhile it kind of feels like the end of my energy has been reached and every little setback asks more of me than I have to give.
Sorry, depressing post!
Marinda
I finished off work on time today and headed to the library to see if I could find some new books. And lo and behold, I could!
Then my cell phone buzzed in my bag.
I got the following message:
"Baked pancakes, vacuumed, washed windows, cleaned my bed, removed clutter. Check, check, dubbel check =)"
That was Marinda! Later she told me she should have been studying for a test tomorrow and instead of doing that, she decided to do all of the above. It made her feel less guilty than just hanging around in front of the tv :-).
And it justified her not studying ;-).
Gotta love her!
Then my cell phone buzzed in my bag.
I got the following message:
"Baked pancakes, vacuumed, washed windows, cleaned my bed, removed clutter. Check, check, dubbel check =)"
That was Marinda! Later she told me she should have been studying for a test tomorrow and instead of doing that, she decided to do all of the above. It made her feel less guilty than just hanging around in front of the tv :-).
And it justified her not studying ;-).
Gotta love her!
And with Marinda
A view into the head of my 16 year old daughter....
1. What is something your mom always says to you?
"go away, get off!" (this said when she hangs onto me like a limpet)
2. What makes your mom happy?
"vacation"
3.What makes your mom sad?
"frustration when something doesn't go the way she wants it to"
4. How does your mom make you laugh?
" by singing songs wrong and dancing crazy"
5. What was your mom like as a child?
"introvert, in her own small world with her books "
6. How old is your mom?
"37"
7. How tall is your mom?
"1,67"
8.What is your mom's favourite thing to do?
"reading in a sunny spot while on holiday"
9. What does your mom do when you're not around?
"clean the house while playing Marco Borsato real loud"
10. If your mom becomes famous , what will it be for?
" I have no idea!! "
11. What is your mom really good at?
"her work, coordinating stuff"
12. What is your mom not very good at?
"remembering lyrics "
13. What is your mom's job?
"coordinating volunteer work "
14. What's your mom's favourite food?
"injera "
15. What makes you proud of your mom?
"that she manages to do it all"
16.If your mom was a cartoon character, who would she be?
"a mixture of spongebobsquarepants and jimmy neutron"
17. What do u and your mom do together?
"lately, not much"
18. How are you and your mom the same?
"we look the same, and we have a lot of the same character traits"
19. How are you and your mom different?
"I'm much more laid back and less honest"
20. How do you know your mom loves you?
"i just know"
21. Where is your mom's favourite place to go?
"in the house: the corner of the sofa or if it's nice weather in the garden
in Holland: somewhere where she can bike or walk
in the world: Africa "
1. What is something your mom always says to you?
"go away, get off!" (this said when she hangs onto me like a limpet)
2. What makes your mom happy?
"vacation"
3.What makes your mom sad?
"frustration when something doesn't go the way she wants it to"
4. How does your mom make you laugh?
" by singing songs wrong and dancing crazy"
5. What was your mom like as a child?
"introvert, in her own small world with her books "
6. How old is your mom?
"37"
7. How tall is your mom?
"1,67"
8.What is your mom's favourite thing to do?
"reading in a sunny spot while on holiday"
9. What does your mom do when you're not around?
"clean the house while playing Marco Borsato real loud"
10. If your mom becomes famous , what will it be for?
" I have no idea!! "
11. What is your mom really good at?
"her work, coordinating stuff"
12. What is your mom not very good at?
"remembering lyrics "
13. What is your mom's job?
"coordinating volunteer work "
14. What's your mom's favourite food?
"injera "
15. What makes you proud of your mom?
"that she manages to do it all"
16.If your mom was a cartoon character, who would she be?
"a mixture of spongebobsquarepants and jimmy neutron"
17. What do u and your mom do together?
"lately, not much"
18. How are you and your mom the same?
"we look the same, and we have a lot of the same character traits"
19. How are you and your mom different?
"I'm much more laid back and less honest"
20. How do you know your mom loves you?
"i just know"
21. Where is your mom's favourite place to go?
"in the house: the corner of the sofa or if it's nice weather in the garden
in Holland: somewhere where she can bike or walk
in the world: Africa "
Interview with Tristan
My friend Zan tagged me for this meme on facebook. I decided to post it here instead. A view into the head of my 12 year old son....
1. What is something your mom always says to you?
"I love you"
2. What makes your mom happy?
"a good nights sleep"
3.What makes your mom sad?
"when she tries something and it doesn't work"
4. How does your mom make you laugh?
" by acting weird"
5. What was your mom like as a child?
"how should i know! "
6. How old is your mom?
"37, even I know that!" (he's referring to the fact that I forgot how old I was a while ago and told my colleagues I was 36)
7. How tall is your mom?
"1,76" (actually it's 1,67)
8.What is your mom's favourite thing to do?
"going to the sauna with Alize"
9. What does your mom do when you're not around?
"turn the music on loud and dance strangely"
10. If your mom becomes famous , what will it be for?
"by putting a film on Youtube made while she's freaking out because something isn't working out right"
11. What is your mom really good at?
"Swearing" (what's the english word for yelling and screaming but not actually taking Gods name in vain?)
12. What is your mom not very good at?
"making up songs "
13. What is your mom's job?
"coordinating volunteer work "
14. What's your mom's favourite food?
"lasagna"
15. What makes you proud of your mom?
"ummmm, ummmmm, i don't know anything"
16.If your mom was a cartoon character, who would she be?
"i don't have a clue"
17. What do u and your mom do together?
"we live in the same house"
18. How are you and your mom the same?
"we have the same ears"
19. How are you and your mom different?
"she's a woman and i'm a man"
20. How do you know your mom loves you?
"Because she tells me all day long"
21. Where is your mom's favourite place to go?
"Ethiopia"
1. What is something your mom always says to you?
"I love you"
2. What makes your mom happy?
"a good nights sleep"
3.What makes your mom sad?
"when she tries something and it doesn't work"
4. How does your mom make you laugh?
" by acting weird"
5. What was your mom like as a child?
"how should i know! "
6. How old is your mom?
"37, even I know that!" (he's referring to the fact that I forgot how old I was a while ago and told my colleagues I was 36)
7. How tall is your mom?
"1,76" (actually it's 1,67)
8.What is your mom's favourite thing to do?
"going to the sauna with Alize"
9. What does your mom do when you're not around?
"turn the music on loud and dance strangely"
10. If your mom becomes famous , what will it be for?
"by putting a film on Youtube made while she's freaking out because something isn't working out right"
11. What is your mom really good at?
"Swearing" (what's the english word for yelling and screaming but not actually taking Gods name in vain?)
12. What is your mom not very good at?
"making up songs "
13. What is your mom's job?
"coordinating volunteer work "
14. What's your mom's favourite food?
"lasagna"
15. What makes you proud of your mom?
"ummmm, ummmmm, i don't know anything"
16.If your mom was a cartoon character, who would she be?
"i don't have a clue"
17. What do u and your mom do together?
"we live in the same house"
18. How are you and your mom the same?
"we have the same ears"
19. How are you and your mom different?
"she's a woman and i'm a man"
20. How do you know your mom loves you?
"Because she tells me all day long"
21. Where is your mom's favourite place to go?
"Ethiopia"
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