I met Lou and it was the weirdest meeting ever.
In first place, I never met Lou during working days, so of course it’s always shocking when you’re used to see someone wearing swimsuits, or summer nights drinking outfits, seeing them wearing tie and suit. Of course it’s not just about clothes: Lou was stressed out. It kind of washed away his twilight aura.
I guess the same thing might be true for me, though.
Also, I practically never see Lou unless we’re on vacation. And all of a sudden, he proposes to catch up.
So Lou’s big news for me is he quit his girlfriend.
My big news for him: KS is moving in (in July, btw).
I guess my vampire romance has bad timing.
Anyway, we had the weirdest time ever.
I was feeling so sick I had just popped two aspirins, and it was pretty warm outside, so I kept sweating like crazy. My ears felt plugged, and I could barely hear.
Plus, I’m not used to this stressed out version of Lou.
In the end, we chatted a bit drinking coke (him) and fresh orange juice (me), then I declined a lift and walked home, where I went straight to bed (at 4PM) and slept/read till 8AM this morning.
Man, I really need to get over this bronchitis.
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Friday, April 23, 2010
Tuesday, April 20, 2010
I came back and...
…it was frigging AMAZING!
4 days surrounded by nothing but peaks, snow, ice, a brilliant blue sky, the best looking mountains in Europe.
We could not ski the Haute Route for various reasons, but in the end it was so great we didn’t care!
We left on Wednesday morning, headed to a lake in Val d’Aosta and settled for the tour of the Matterhorn (le Cervin).
It was somehow a tough call, because both the Sponsor and I had (still have) bronchitis, and the peculiarity of the Matterhorn Tour is that every days is harder than the day before. Which, of course, makes it pretty rough after 4 days of skiing and climbing carrying a 12kg backpack (over 26 lbs).
On our first day, we had the best companion ever: a big, sweet dog climbed with us and then skied back to the hut (he belonged to people who work there): after a while we split, so I was climbing up on my own, and the dog kept my pace and never left me! Awwwwww! I even shared all my (little) food with him!
The second day was so and so because both the Sponsor and I were so sick, we could barely make it. But then on the third day, we had this super hard start, partly ski touring and partly ice-climbing, but then we were remunerated with this view:
4 days surrounded by nothing but peaks, snow, ice, a brilliant blue sky, the best looking mountains in Europe.
We could not ski the Haute Route for various reasons, but in the end it was so great we didn’t care!
We left on Wednesday morning, headed to a lake in Val d’Aosta and settled for the tour of the Matterhorn (le Cervin).
It was somehow a tough call, because both the Sponsor and I had (still have) bronchitis, and the peculiarity of the Matterhorn Tour is that every days is harder than the day before. Which, of course, makes it pretty rough after 4 days of skiing and climbing carrying a 12kg backpack (over 26 lbs).
On our first day, we had the best companion ever: a big, sweet dog climbed with us and then skied back to the hut (he belonged to people who work there): after a while we split, so I was climbing up on my own, and the dog kept my pace and never left me! Awwwwww! I even shared all my (little) food with him!
The second day was so and so because both the Sponsor and I were so sick, we could barely make it. But then on the third day, we had this super hard start, partly ski touring and partly ice-climbing, but then we were remunerated with this view:
Matterhorn (Cervin)
La Dent d'Herens
That night we stayed in Cervinia (Breuil), so we could finally take a shower and use decent toilets!
Since it was also the first time our phones got signal, I also found out something amazing:
KS got the job AND HE’S MOVING IN OVER SUMMER!!!!!!
But let’s go back to the Tour.
By the third night, I had bad blisters on my feet, and the cough wouldn’t leave me. I knew that the first part of the last day would be climbing this:
But I put together all my strengths, and gave all I could. And we did it!
When we finally got home, on Saturday night, I discovered my journey to Casablanca has been postponed to May, so now I am back to the city. KS is coming over for the weekend and he’ll spend here also Monday and Tuesday, and if we have enough time we’ll drive to Ikea to buy a drawer for when he moves in.
I still cannot stop coughing, but seriously, who cares?
Tuesday, March 09, 2010
Overheard
It’s been snowing AGAIN (like, hello? It’s March), and since avalanche risk was too high, I didn’t even go skiing. Okay, it’s probably the first non-skiing weekend in 2010, but still… it sucks! At least I managed to go running with the Sponsor on Saturday, and we ran 10km (6 miles, partly uphill), so that’s a good thing.
Since the beginning of the year, I’ve run more or less 200km (125 miles more or less). How can I possibly be gaining belly fat? The only truth is: I eat like a pig. True, I eat healthy food, but… I just eat too much, and often I eat carbs late at night (hello, overworked DDgirl!). Whatever. I need to stop stuffing my face with bread.
The RUT is here, but aknowledging it is the first step for fighting it. Well, it seems it's gonna be snowing again starting tonight, and that won't help.
On to next subject.
I overheard the parents, a couple of days ago. I didn’t really mean to, they thought I was sleeping and I was just kind of dozing, and I realized they were talking about me.
Panther: “Why can’t she find someone as good as B? B was better for her. Even I liked B.”
Sponsor: “True. B was great, they made a great couple”
P: “So how come she’s with KS now?”
S: “KS may be Mr. Good Enough, he may not be good enough for you, but she’s doing fine.”
P: “She’d be as fine on her own”
S: “Maybe. And maybe not. At least she’s not after B.”
P: “Why would she?”
S: “You’ve never seen when they meet, since he dumped her. She aches badly, when she sees him. And Weird Wife, who keeps talking to him, so DDgirl has to say hello and be civil as well, that drives me nuts. You should have seen last summer, the day she got her frostbites, you would have thought she was already in pain, right? And then we crossed B and his wife. And DDgirl, all of a sudden, she shrink, she didn’t even look them in the eyes. It was like watching someone who gets kicked in their head and don’t react.”
P: “…”
S: “I reckon it DOES go a little better now. It was worst when she found out he got married. But still, my point is, I’m always afraid one day, if she was alone, she might try and go after him. And that’d be really bad. Because, like she managed to have him once, she may still seduce him. But in the end, he’d always go back to the his wife, just as he did before. And that may really drive DDgirl crazy. So leave her alone and don’t talk about B. You know what? I liked B a lot, but it would have been better if he died. We lost her once, he dumped her and she moved abroad. Had he died, she would have made a reason of it.”
I don’t remember anything after that, I think I really fell asleep. I did not remember this, and then this morning I heard “Goodbye my lover” by James Blunt. And I remembered this conversation, and I thought how The Sponsor is right.
Isn’t he always?
Since the beginning of the year, I’ve run more or less 200km (125 miles more or less). How can I possibly be gaining belly fat? The only truth is: I eat like a pig. True, I eat healthy food, but… I just eat too much, and often I eat carbs late at night (hello, overworked DDgirl!). Whatever. I need to stop stuffing my face with bread.
The RUT is here, but aknowledging it is the first step for fighting it. Well, it seems it's gonna be snowing again starting tonight, and that won't help.
On to next subject.
I overheard the parents, a couple of days ago. I didn’t really mean to, they thought I was sleeping and I was just kind of dozing, and I realized they were talking about me.
Panther: “Why can’t she find someone as good as B? B was better for her. Even I liked B.”
Sponsor: “True. B was great, they made a great couple”
P: “So how come she’s with KS now?”
S: “KS may be Mr. Good Enough, he may not be good enough for you, but she’s doing fine.”
P: “She’d be as fine on her own”
S: “Maybe. And maybe not. At least she’s not after B.”
P: “Why would she?”
S: “You’ve never seen when they meet, since he dumped her. She aches badly, when she sees him. And Weird Wife, who keeps talking to him, so DDgirl has to say hello and be civil as well, that drives me nuts. You should have seen last summer, the day she got her frostbites, you would have thought she was already in pain, right? And then we crossed B and his wife. And DDgirl, all of a sudden, she shrink, she didn’t even look them in the eyes. It was like watching someone who gets kicked in their head and don’t react.”
P: “…”
S: “I reckon it DOES go a little better now. It was worst when she found out he got married. But still, my point is, I’m always afraid one day, if she was alone, she might try and go after him. And that’d be really bad. Because, like she managed to have him once, she may still seduce him. But in the end, he’d always go back to the his wife, just as he did before. And that may really drive DDgirl crazy. So leave her alone and don’t talk about B. You know what? I liked B a lot, but it would have been better if he died. We lost her once, he dumped her and she moved abroad. Had he died, she would have made a reason of it.”
I don’t remember anything after that, I think I really fell asleep. I did not remember this, and then this morning I heard “Goodbye my lover” by James Blunt. And I remembered this conversation, and I thought how The Sponsor is right.
Isn’t he always?
Monday, March 01, 2010
One of these days
Most days, I feel fine. On my own. Don’t get me wrong, I’m glad KS is part of my life, but I do fine on my own, I really do. I like living alone, I really enjoy it. I’m glad KS will be the on call I’ll make at night when I step home, but I also like I won’t have to cook dinner, and I like even more no one will complain when I’ll get up at 6 in the morning to hit the gym.
Some days, I’d rather be totally on my own. When KS complains too much about stuff concerning our relationship, especially when I’m so tired I can barely think about setting the alarm for the next morning. When he’s at my place on days off, and I’m working my fingers to the bone, and then I come home and find his mess at my place. Yes, there are days I’d rather be single.
And then there are days when, even for a couple of seconds, or maybe for the whole day, I feel such a deep connection, it pays for the days when we’re grumpy or one of us is a pain in the ass.
There are days when I believe in the two of us. Days when I know no fear. Days when I do love him. Those days may only happen once in a while, but that what keeps me with KS.
You’re still the one I love, baby.
Completely different subject: take a look at this pic I’ve taken on January on a touring ski day!! (Yes, it was awfully cold!!)
Some days, I’d rather be totally on my own. When KS complains too much about stuff concerning our relationship, especially when I’m so tired I can barely think about setting the alarm for the next morning. When he’s at my place on days off, and I’m working my fingers to the bone, and then I come home and find his mess at my place. Yes, there are days I’d rather be single.
And then there are days when, even for a couple of seconds, or maybe for the whole day, I feel such a deep connection, it pays for the days when we’re grumpy or one of us is a pain in the ass.
There are days when I believe in the two of us. Days when I know no fear. Days when I do love him. Those days may only happen once in a while, but that what keeps me with KS.
You’re still the one I love, baby.
Completely different subject: take a look at this pic I’ve taken on January on a touring ski day!! (Yes, it was awfully cold!!)
Tuesday, February 23, 2010
Back off and leave us alone
I saw B yesterday.
Well, I’ve seen him every Sunday over the last four weeks. Even said hello.
What made it different yesterday?
It should have been even easier, because KS had come over to spend the weekend, and it was great, even more so since I hadn’t seen him in over one month.
We went free-riding, like I did every Sunday over the last four weeks (and of course that’s the only reason I saw B, by the way). The real difference is Bro and Weird Wife had brought the kids along.
B and I were together when Little Princess (Bro’s eldest kid) was born, he actually drove me to see her. B loves kids. I don’t know why he still doesn’t have kids. (I actually really wondered why, but of course I never asked)
So yesterday the kids came with us. And trust me, these kids (especially Little Princess) LOVE me and pretty much consider me as the best and coolest person in the world.
Whatever.
Since their mom (Weird Wife) wasn’t able to bring them on the ski-lift (she’s not that confident on skis), I kept taking on with me either Princess or Lovely Kiddo (and trust me, it’s harder than hitting the gym!). Anyway, it seems that on a moment I was on the slope and not yet at the ski-lift, B offered Weird Wife to help her with the kids, and they all fell from the ski-lift (no injuries, the kids were still laughing when I found them).
(Since everyone was allright, I allowed myself to feel proud that the kids were safer with me than with B. Mainly because, although I am better than him at mountaineering ski, when it’s about alpine ski… well, he’s a living God).
So when we stopped for lunch, I was playing with the kids the whole time, and I kept catching B staring at the three of us. You know, by the end of our lunch-break, I was almost embarrassed.
So what’s up B?
You barely talk to me, we haven’t spoken in almost five years, and I don’t think you have regrets. I don’t even want to CONSIDER the possibility you might have regrets.
So once again, stay the hell away from my family. They’re MY family, and you’ve got your family, and I don’t want you to mess with them. They liked you a lot, and that made things even harder for me, so now just BACK OFF.
I'm so tired of being here
Suppressed by all my childish fears
And if you have to leave
I wish that you would just leave
'Cause your presence still lingers here
And it won't leave me alone
These wounds won't seem to heal
This pain is just too real
There's just too much that time cannot erase
When you cried I'd wipe away all of your tears
When you'd scream I'd fight away all of your fears
And I held your hand through all of these years
But you still have all of me
(...)
I've tried so hard to tell myself that you're gone
But though you're still with me
I've been alone all along
Well, I’ve seen him every Sunday over the last four weeks. Even said hello.
What made it different yesterday?
It should have been even easier, because KS had come over to spend the weekend, and it was great, even more so since I hadn’t seen him in over one month.
We went free-riding, like I did every Sunday over the last four weeks (and of course that’s the only reason I saw B, by the way). The real difference is Bro and Weird Wife had brought the kids along.
B and I were together when Little Princess (Bro’s eldest kid) was born, he actually drove me to see her. B loves kids. I don’t know why he still doesn’t have kids. (I actually really wondered why, but of course I never asked)
So yesterday the kids came with us. And trust me, these kids (especially Little Princess) LOVE me and pretty much consider me as the best and coolest person in the world.
Whatever.
Since their mom (Weird Wife) wasn’t able to bring them on the ski-lift (she’s not that confident on skis), I kept taking on with me either Princess or Lovely Kiddo (and trust me, it’s harder than hitting the gym!). Anyway, it seems that on a moment I was on the slope and not yet at the ski-lift, B offered Weird Wife to help her with the kids, and they all fell from the ski-lift (no injuries, the kids were still laughing when I found them).
(Since everyone was allright, I allowed myself to feel proud that the kids were safer with me than with B. Mainly because, although I am better than him at mountaineering ski, when it’s about alpine ski… well, he’s a living God).
So when we stopped for lunch, I was playing with the kids the whole time, and I kept catching B staring at the three of us. You know, by the end of our lunch-break, I was almost embarrassed.
So what’s up B?
You barely talk to me, we haven’t spoken in almost five years, and I don’t think you have regrets. I don’t even want to CONSIDER the possibility you might have regrets.
So once again, stay the hell away from my family. They’re MY family, and you’ve got your family, and I don’t want you to mess with them. They liked you a lot, and that made things even harder for me, so now just BACK OFF.
I'm so tired of being here
Suppressed by all my childish fears
And if you have to leave
I wish that you would just leave
'Cause your presence still lingers here
And it won't leave me alone
These wounds won't seem to heal
This pain is just too real
There's just too much that time cannot erase
When you cried I'd wipe away all of your tears
When you'd scream I'd fight away all of your fears
And I held your hand through all of these years
But you still have all of me
(...)
I've tried so hard to tell myself that you're gone
But though you're still with me
I've been alone all along
Wednesday, January 27, 2010
January brings news
Yesterday I called Laurent, to chat a little, and I had a nice surprise. He moved back in with his wife and kids, and it’s over with his girlfriend. Now if you recall my posts on this matter (back in December09), you surely know how this makes me happy.
What was astonishing was his explanation: “You know, DDgirl, after the long talk we had in December, I started thinking about all the things you said. You asked me if I love [his girlfriend] and I realised as much as I wanted to help her with her issues, this wasn’t love. I missed the kids, and as you know I was seeing my wife pretty often, so I started focusing on the feelings I had each time we would meet, and soon I discovered I looked forward to have lunch with her or stuff like that. Now I don’t know where this will lead us. We’re trying to work things out, my wife is still in love with me but I know I caused her so much pain. But we both are in a happier place than we’ve been in the whole 2009, so that’s good”.
Oh, and they also may come to visit me next summer! I’m so looking forward to it!
On other news, KS has passed several job interviews with a competitor of his company, considering the possibility he might build-up his line of service for this company here in Italy. Apparently there are good chances this thing may become true, so it would mean he would move in!
Although I’m encouraging him a lot (not to mention I’ve been helping him so much with preparing his interviews, laying down a business plan, and stuff like that), I don’t want to get too excited about this. Because it’s not sure yet, and we know nothing about the timing (should it become true).
And it’s almost one year since I moved, and I know how much longer we can be a couple living so far away. So I’m keeping my fingers crossed, but I’m trying not to make expectations….
Nothing else relevant is going on lately… I have increased my morning training, but not yet as much as I’d want. At this stage, I’m running 3 to 4 times a week (8km each time), plus I’m skiing at least once over the weekend (twice next one). I’d like to run at least 40km per week….
What was astonishing was his explanation: “You know, DDgirl, after the long talk we had in December, I started thinking about all the things you said. You asked me if I love [his girlfriend] and I realised as much as I wanted to help her with her issues, this wasn’t love. I missed the kids, and as you know I was seeing my wife pretty often, so I started focusing on the feelings I had each time we would meet, and soon I discovered I looked forward to have lunch with her or stuff like that. Now I don’t know where this will lead us. We’re trying to work things out, my wife is still in love with me but I know I caused her so much pain. But we both are in a happier place than we’ve been in the whole 2009, so that’s good”.
Oh, and they also may come to visit me next summer! I’m so looking forward to it!
On other news, KS has passed several job interviews with a competitor of his company, considering the possibility he might build-up his line of service for this company here in Italy. Apparently there are good chances this thing may become true, so it would mean he would move in!
Although I’m encouraging him a lot (not to mention I’ve been helping him so much with preparing his interviews, laying down a business plan, and stuff like that), I don’t want to get too excited about this. Because it’s not sure yet, and we know nothing about the timing (should it become true).
And it’s almost one year since I moved, and I know how much longer we can be a couple living so far away. So I’m keeping my fingers crossed, but I’m trying not to make expectations….
Nothing else relevant is going on lately… I have increased my morning training, but not yet as much as I’d want. At this stage, I’m running 3 to 4 times a week (8km each time), plus I’m skiing at least once over the weekend (twice next one). I’d like to run at least 40km per week….
Monday, January 04, 2010
Happy twentyten!!!
Happy New Year, my loyal readers!
I’m back in action, and here are my random thoughts on this first Monday of the Year.
I remember January 2005.
I knew EXACTLY what I wanted from the year that was beginning.
I wanted B. to propose.
B. never proposed properly, somehow he decided we would get married. Now I see how wrong that was, but I didn’t care. I was what I wanted.
My point is not that I didn’t, of course, get married. My point is entirely not about B, actually.
My question is: what do I want most from 2010?
I have no clue, and this saddens me.
Of course, I want things, things that are most important: I hope my parents will stay healthy, I hope work goes well. I hope my dysfunctional family will get along well.
But do I want special things for myself? I wouldn’t know, honestly.
And I know that I’m not mentioning KS within my important wishes. This is part of my continuous self-questioning.
Am I in love? The honest truth is that I ask this one too often. I keep second-guessing myself, more than our relationship.
I spent a nice winter break in the mountains.
The good things:
- I went skiing quite a lot, and we had plenty of snow.
- I also went skiing with the Sponsor, and he managed to spend some time with his friends.
- I spent nice quality time with KS.
The bad things:
- Yesterday Weird Wife, invited at lunch along with the whole family, behaved horribly, drove everyone nuts, so in the end my parents argued and the Sponsor even scratched the car against a wall because he was arguing while parking.
- There were times when I really thought I would kick KS in the ass. Since I moved out, he has got back into his old lazy habits, and he won’t do a thing unless asked, at home, and even then he’ll complain and I’ll need to ask 7 times. I’m talking small things people (like getting his dirty cloths off the floor of the living room). Needless to say, this kicks in my self-questioning mechanism at its strongest level.
- When we go out with my friends, KS needs constant babysitting. I hate it.
I don’t wanna talk about it.
I actually want to forget about the problems. I do believe that part of the problems come from my overanalyzing things.
On to the good things: this week is going to be light at work, because Wednesday is a bank holiday in Italy, and I’m not starting any new project until next Monday. New Years Resolutions are of course, losing weight (hard one) and hitting the gym more often (and harder, if possible). The second one looks like the easy one.
Over New Years Eve I made peace with one of my longest-time-friend. I’ve known this boy since we were 3 (his nickname is Bud, even among our friends, because when we were kids he behaved pretty much like Bud Spencer). I had stopped entirely talking to him after I found out he had told all our mutual friends, a couple of years ago, that he had spied on me and a boy having sex (by the way his story did not match with what had happened, by the other guy and I were the only one who could know it…). It was horrible.
Somehow, in NYE he approached me on the lines of: “Look at my friend DDgirl… We haven’t spoken in so long and I’m sorry about it”.
Since I’m a sucker, I instantly let go of years of anger, we hugged and proceeded talking and hanging out like two peas in a pod.
The Sponsor promised to buy me a Vespa in spring. But then, we all know how it went last year, so I’m not making expectations on this one.
Finally, I’ll end on a sweet note.
The best wishes I got this year:
Dear DDgirl,
I was so happy to see you earlier this month.
It is imperative that we stay in touch, because you are among those people I’ve really appreciated and I care about, over the last few years.
2009 comes at its end, it was a peculiar year, a little hard, but all experiences have their good side!
I wish you and your family a happy new year, and I really hope to see you soon.
Hugs and love
Lolo
I’m back in action, and here are my random thoughts on this first Monday of the Year.
I remember January 2005.
I knew EXACTLY what I wanted from the year that was beginning.
I wanted B. to propose.
B. never proposed properly, somehow he decided we would get married. Now I see how wrong that was, but I didn’t care. I was what I wanted.
My point is not that I didn’t, of course, get married. My point is entirely not about B, actually.
My question is: what do I want most from 2010?
I have no clue, and this saddens me.
Of course, I want things, things that are most important: I hope my parents will stay healthy, I hope work goes well. I hope my dysfunctional family will get along well.
But do I want special things for myself? I wouldn’t know, honestly.
And I know that I’m not mentioning KS within my important wishes. This is part of my continuous self-questioning.
Am I in love? The honest truth is that I ask this one too often. I keep second-guessing myself, more than our relationship.
I spent a nice winter break in the mountains.
The good things:
- I went skiing quite a lot, and we had plenty of snow.
- I also went skiing with the Sponsor, and he managed to spend some time with his friends.
- I spent nice quality time with KS.
The bad things:
- Yesterday Weird Wife, invited at lunch along with the whole family, behaved horribly, drove everyone nuts, so in the end my parents argued and the Sponsor even scratched the car against a wall because he was arguing while parking.
- There were times when I really thought I would kick KS in the ass. Since I moved out, he has got back into his old lazy habits, and he won’t do a thing unless asked, at home, and even then he’ll complain and I’ll need to ask 7 times. I’m talking small things people (like getting his dirty cloths off the floor of the living room). Needless to say, this kicks in my self-questioning mechanism at its strongest level.
- When we go out with my friends, KS needs constant babysitting. I hate it.
I don’t wanna talk about it.
I actually want to forget about the problems. I do believe that part of the problems come from my overanalyzing things.
On to the good things: this week is going to be light at work, because Wednesday is a bank holiday in Italy, and I’m not starting any new project until next Monday. New Years Resolutions are of course, losing weight (hard one) and hitting the gym more often (and harder, if possible). The second one looks like the easy one.
Over New Years Eve I made peace with one of my longest-time-friend. I’ve known this boy since we were 3 (his nickname is Bud, even among our friends, because when we were kids he behaved pretty much like Bud Spencer). I had stopped entirely talking to him after I found out he had told all our mutual friends, a couple of years ago, that he had spied on me and a boy having sex (by the way his story did not match with what had happened, by the other guy and I were the only one who could know it…). It was horrible.
Somehow, in NYE he approached me on the lines of: “Look at my friend DDgirl… We haven’t spoken in so long and I’m sorry about it”.
Since I’m a sucker, I instantly let go of years of anger, we hugged and proceeded talking and hanging out like two peas in a pod.
The Sponsor promised to buy me a Vespa in spring. But then, we all know how it went last year, so I’m not making expectations on this one.
Finally, I’ll end on a sweet note.
The best wishes I got this year:
Dear DDgirl,
I was so happy to see you earlier this month.
It is imperative that we stay in touch, because you are among those people I’ve really appreciated and I care about, over the last few years.
2009 comes at its end, it was a peculiar year, a little hard, but all experiences have their good side!
I wish you and your family a happy new year, and I really hope to see you soon.
Hugs and love
Lolo
Tuesday, December 22, 2009
Snowy December
I should have imagined it would end like this.
Yesterday night I went home in the snow (because we had several snow storms over the last few days), and I was shivering. Once at home, I realized I had a temperature (well, I had 39.6°, over 103F), so I stuffed my face with aspirin, antibiotics, cough syrup, all in accordance with the Sponsor’s direction, and went to sleep.
Whatever. Exhaustion demands its price I guess.
Today I went to work looking like a beaten shit, but the project is finally over, so tonight I headed home at 6PM, like a normal girl.
It was still snowing a little bit.
Now, this is totally random, but I’ve been lusting about Lou, lately. Well, I kind of had a weird dream in which I was hopelessly in love with him, a couple of nights ago (of course I’m not in love with Lou, it was just a vivid dream), and then he posted a picture on FB in which all his hotness is disclosed….
Well, I’ve blurred the face (okay, someone did it for me... thanks darling!), because I’m not going to post a recognizable friend’s pic here, but please, just take a look at his abs…..
So now do you understand how come I may be occasionally mouth-watering?
Anyway, I still haven’t heard from him and Kissy about Winter break, so I hope they might come on vacay with me! And I just found out KS will be there the whole time by the way. Which is great, I know. But it was not what I was expecting, and KS doesn’t get along that well with my other friends from the mountains (language has been, so far, a big wall between him and them). But maybe he’ll get along with my vampires Kissy and Lou? We’ll see…
Tomorrow I’ll finally go home for my much deserved winter break… I can’t wait to get home!!!
Bro and weird wife are spending the whole Xmas break in Germany.
As for me, what I long for, is some mountaineering ski and some free-riding on my own, on silent, snowy slopes, followed by noisy nights at the only bar of the village with my friends.
I have done only little Christmas shopping this year, but I’ve been too busy with work, and those who love me will understand. (But hey, Polish Chick, I know you’re reading, and I’ve got a little something for you! I hope to see you soon!)
This is it, people. I wish you all the best possible Christmas, and may next year bring all you wish for. I don’t think I’ll be able to post before January 4 or so, but who knows? In the meantime, take good care!
Yesterday night I went home in the snow (because we had several snow storms over the last few days), and I was shivering. Once at home, I realized I had a temperature (well, I had 39.6°, over 103F), so I stuffed my face with aspirin, antibiotics, cough syrup, all in accordance with the Sponsor’s direction, and went to sleep.
Whatever. Exhaustion demands its price I guess.
Today I went to work looking like a beaten shit, but the project is finally over, so tonight I headed home at 6PM, like a normal girl.
It was still snowing a little bit.
Now, this is totally random, but I’ve been lusting about Lou, lately. Well, I kind of had a weird dream in which I was hopelessly in love with him, a couple of nights ago (of course I’m not in love with Lou, it was just a vivid dream), and then he posted a picture on FB in which all his hotness is disclosed….
Well, I’ve blurred the face (okay, someone did it for me... thanks darling!), because I’m not going to post a recognizable friend’s pic here, but please, just take a look at his abs…..
So now do you understand how come I may be occasionally mouth-watering?
Anyway, I still haven’t heard from him and Kissy about Winter break, so I hope they might come on vacay with me! And I just found out KS will be there the whole time by the way. Which is great, I know. But it was not what I was expecting, and KS doesn’t get along that well with my other friends from the mountains (language has been, so far, a big wall between him and them). But maybe he’ll get along with my vampires Kissy and Lou? We’ll see…
Tomorrow I’ll finally go home for my much deserved winter break… I can’t wait to get home!!!
Bro and weird wife are spending the whole Xmas break in Germany.
As for me, what I long for, is some mountaineering ski and some free-riding on my own, on silent, snowy slopes, followed by noisy nights at the only bar of the village with my friends.
I have done only little Christmas shopping this year, but I’ve been too busy with work, and those who love me will understand. (But hey, Polish Chick, I know you’re reading, and I’ve got a little something for you! I hope to see you soon!)
This is it, people. I wish you all the best possible Christmas, and may next year bring all you wish for. I don’t think I’ll be able to post before January 4 or so, but who knows? In the meantime, take good care!
Monday, December 14, 2009
So good and so sad
I went back to France, spent quality time with KS, and met Lolo’s new girlfriend.
And then I hanged out with Lolo, just the two of us, for hours and hours.
Then I came back, just to dive in an insane DDworld following this daily schedule:
6.00 AM: wake up
6.30 AM leave home, ride my bike to the gym
6.50 AM threadmill for 40 minutes, quick shower, stuff my face with fresh orange juice
8.00 AM get into the tube and go to work
8.30 AM work (lunch break from 1.30PM to 2.00PM)
Sometime between 11.00PM and 2.00AM: go home, throw all clothes on the floor, throw myself in bed.
And then again, and again, and again, day after day. So I neglected my blog as well as my friends, family, cat… everything. Hell, this is so insane I even have a HUGE spot (which is rare for me).
Whatever.
What I want to write about, is Laurent.
As I said, we chatted for hours at Starbucks, and it was so intense. We talked so much, and he asked me some questions about the first weeks I had spent in France back in 2005. I told him something I had buried deep in my heart and not talked about for years, and when I was done he was in tears. Lolo, who always wants to “save” those around him, told me he never had suspected anything like that (we first met shortly after that dark episode), and then I explained him how he had helped me even if he had not known it. After all, he was my first real friend in France.
He told me all about his girlfriend, and about his marriage, and I understand how hard it must be for both him and his wife. What worried me most, however, was that when I told him “Look Lolo, this Blondie really seems into you, so try and be happy with her”, his answer was
“That is the problem, DDgirl. Blondie is great and I care a lot about her, but I don’t feel I could be really happy with her”
It was a strange day, intense, as I said. It felt so good to be able to hang out together and talk about old times, and at the same time, talking about his problems and my old stories was so distressing!
In any case, I’m really glad we could catch up like this. It also made me remember why we became such good friends in first place: because he’s such a good man.
KS was a little sick over the weekend, he had a bad cold and everything, so I did my best to pamper him as much as I could. It was good to spend some time just the two of us, without doing anything special, just cuddling, drinking warm tea and so on.
This is for my beloved boyfriend!
So happy Christmas,
I love you baby,
I can see a better time,
when all our dreams come true.
And then I hanged out with Lolo, just the two of us, for hours and hours.
Then I came back, just to dive in an insane DDworld following this daily schedule:
6.00 AM: wake up
6.30 AM leave home, ride my bike to the gym
6.50 AM threadmill for 40 minutes, quick shower, stuff my face with fresh orange juice
8.00 AM get into the tube and go to work
8.30 AM work (lunch break from 1.30PM to 2.00PM)
Sometime between 11.00PM and 2.00AM: go home, throw all clothes on the floor, throw myself in bed.
And then again, and again, and again, day after day. So I neglected my blog as well as my friends, family, cat… everything. Hell, this is so insane I even have a HUGE spot (which is rare for me).
Whatever.
What I want to write about, is Laurent.
As I said, we chatted for hours at Starbucks, and it was so intense. We talked so much, and he asked me some questions about the first weeks I had spent in France back in 2005. I told him something I had buried deep in my heart and not talked about for years, and when I was done he was in tears. Lolo, who always wants to “save” those around him, told me he never had suspected anything like that (we first met shortly after that dark episode), and then I explained him how he had helped me even if he had not known it. After all, he was my first real friend in France.
He told me all about his girlfriend, and about his marriage, and I understand how hard it must be for both him and his wife. What worried me most, however, was that when I told him “Look Lolo, this Blondie really seems into you, so try and be happy with her”, his answer was
“That is the problem, DDgirl. Blondie is great and I care a lot about her, but I don’t feel I could be really happy with her”
It was a strange day, intense, as I said. It felt so good to be able to hang out together and talk about old times, and at the same time, talking about his problems and my old stories was so distressing!
In any case, I’m really glad we could catch up like this. It also made me remember why we became such good friends in first place: because he’s such a good man.
KS was a little sick over the weekend, he had a bad cold and everything, so I did my best to pamper him as much as I could. It was good to spend some time just the two of us, without doing anything special, just cuddling, drinking warm tea and so on.
This is for my beloved boyfriend!
So happy Christmas,
I love you baby,
I can see a better time,
when all our dreams come true.
Monday, November 02, 2009
Still the one
Soooooooo,…
…yesterday KS and I had our third anniversary.
3 years and we’re still on, and it seems hard to believe, but right now that’s what it’s like. And I’ll tell you, we’re way more solid as a couple than we were a couple of months ago.
Do I think we’re a perfect couple? I don’t. We still have a lot to work on, especially on my side. But, so far we’re still on, and that’s what matters.
Right now, our main (shared) issue, is money. We’re not poor nor broke, granted, but:
1- Last year we had one mortgage to pay, this year we have the same mortgage PLUS my rent (which is almost as expensive as the mortgage we have in France)
2- KS made half of the salary he made last year (to be honest, a little less than half). Okay, last year he made an outrageous sum of money, but it still sucks for him;
3- As for myself, this year I’m making some 3k Euros less than last year, which I guess is okay
4- However, since French tax is paid on Y+1, while Italian tax is taken directly from your salary, this year I suffer a double-income tax. Basically I’m paying something like 12k Euros of income tax (not to mention social charges, about 5k Euros).
So yeah, right now what feels hard to us is the crisis. Well, thanks to my corporate mobile phone generous account, I’m saving about 600 Euros of phone bill per year.
So hopefully KS will be able to move in with me next year, so we’ll cut off expenses! Still, I shall prepare myself: if KS won’t be able to move (read: if he doesn’t find a job in Italy), I shall think about finding a cheaper place. And I HATE the idea of moving AGAIN!!
In the meanwhile, I’ll just enjoy my boyfriend and spend as much quality time with him as I can!!
Tuesday, September 29, 2009
Hoping the sun will at least look at me
They sent me out of the city for a new project, and although it’s not far, I have one hour and a half of commute each morning (1 hour at night to come back, because at the time we come home there is no traffic left, since it’s LATE…).
This means it’s pretty hard to hit the gym in the morning: it opens at 7AM (in Italy it’s almost impossible to find a gym that opens earlier), and I have to be ready and moving by 8, which barely allows me to run on the mill for half an hour, do some abs and take a quick shower. Better than nothing, I suppose.
I AM indeed back to my “eating healthy” habits, but I am NOT managing to diet. I just wish to lose a few more pounds… But I am aware that, once I’ll be there, I’ll want to lose a few more! It wouldn’t hurt, though.
I’m in the rut, and what’s worst one of my best friend (my best buddy within the Tuscan Crew) is moving away from the city, he’s already gone for six weeks due to his parents’ health issues, and I miss him a lot… Luckily my girl friends are always there to hang out!!!
KS had a job interview today, here in the city, and apparently it went well! Things are going well between us lately, and we spent the last few days together and had some excellent quality time, which was amazing, after all we’ve been through over the summer.
I know there were moments I wanted to throw myself in the arms of somebody else, but now I am happy I held on to what we have. I know this is cheesy and there is still a long way ahead, but I’m also proud I did not choose the easy way.
Through all this, I still miss my dreamy summer. Badly. I wanna hang out with Kissy and Lou, I wanna spend my days working out hard core, diving in waterfalls, wanna spend my nights hanging out with them, over drinks, laughing at them while they check out girls, stumbling on my way home after the last screw driver.
I hope Xmas break comes soon!
*Seeing the sun when I can’t really see, hoping the sun will at least look at me…*
This means it’s pretty hard to hit the gym in the morning: it opens at 7AM (in Italy it’s almost impossible to find a gym that opens earlier), and I have to be ready and moving by 8, which barely allows me to run on the mill for half an hour, do some abs and take a quick shower. Better than nothing, I suppose.
I AM indeed back to my “eating healthy” habits, but I am NOT managing to diet. I just wish to lose a few more pounds… But I am aware that, once I’ll be there, I’ll want to lose a few more! It wouldn’t hurt, though.
I’m in the rut, and what’s worst one of my best friend (my best buddy within the Tuscan Crew) is moving away from the city, he’s already gone for six weeks due to his parents’ health issues, and I miss him a lot… Luckily my girl friends are always there to hang out!!!
KS had a job interview today, here in the city, and apparently it went well! Things are going well between us lately, and we spent the last few days together and had some excellent quality time, which was amazing, after all we’ve been through over the summer.
I know there were moments I wanted to throw myself in the arms of somebody else, but now I am happy I held on to what we have. I know this is cheesy and there is still a long way ahead, but I’m also proud I did not choose the easy way.
Through all this, I still miss my dreamy summer. Badly. I wanna hang out with Kissy and Lou, I wanna spend my days working out hard core, diving in waterfalls, wanna spend my nights hanging out with them, over drinks, laughing at them while they check out girls, stumbling on my way home after the last screw driver.
I hope Xmas break comes soon!
*Seeing the sun when I can’t really see, hoping the sun will at least look at me…*
Friday, June 26, 2009
200th post..
...flames to dust,
lovers to friends:
why do all good things
come to an end?
..and the dogs will
whistling at the new tune
barking at the new moon,
hoping it will come soon,
so that they could die..
I hate it here people. Cannot stand it anymore.
Hopefully I lost weight over the week, on Monday I'll be able to check.
What else?
It's not healthy working like this. I've been working 14 to 16 hours every day over the last three weeks, including weekends.
It's unhealthy both phisically and mentally. I think way to much about B.
I don't even have the time to talk to KS or to my family on the phone. And even if I did, I don't have anything to say but complaints, so I prefer to shut up. After all, B. dumped me after one of these moments.
I even dream about work and wake up sweating at night.
And if there is one thing I don't need in my life is thinking about B. I don't wanna think I may screw my life again like I did after B. left.
Hopefully I'll get to see KS in the weekend and hopefully we may get to spend some quality time together. Because when it gets to this point, you don't live, you don't love, you don't. You just try and carry on.
But KS is not B., and he won't give me up on this, so fuck B. and fuck the past.
lovers to friends:
why do all good things
come to an end?
..and the dogs will
whistling at the new tune
barking at the new moon,
hoping it will come soon,
so that they could die..
I hate it here people. Cannot stand it anymore.
Hopefully I lost weight over the week, on Monday I'll be able to check.
What else?
It's not healthy working like this. I've been working 14 to 16 hours every day over the last three weeks, including weekends.
It's unhealthy both phisically and mentally. I think way to much about B.
I don't even have the time to talk to KS or to my family on the phone. And even if I did, I don't have anything to say but complaints, so I prefer to shut up. After all, B. dumped me after one of these moments.
I even dream about work and wake up sweating at night.
And if there is one thing I don't need in my life is thinking about B. I don't wanna think I may screw my life again like I did after B. left.
Hopefully I'll get to see KS in the weekend and hopefully we may get to spend some quality time together. Because when it gets to this point, you don't live, you don't love, you don't. You just try and carry on.
But KS is not B., and he won't give me up on this, so fuck B. and fuck the past.
Tuesday, May 12, 2009
Disturbia
Crea came back on Tuesday, and we all hanged out in the weekend.
(For those who don’t remember, or who are too lazy to go back to past posts… Crea is the eldest brother, and a few months ago, after losing his job and getting dumped by his girlfriend, he got a job as diving master in Maldives)
At first we were pretty shocked! Crea is a Latin kind of guy, dark curly hair, olive skin and everything. After spending months in Maldives of course his skin has got tan…. And his hair is BLOND!!!!
Anyway it’s cool to be able to hang out with him, although he’s only staying for 40 days and then he’s leaving for 6 more months…
The best thing right now is tonight I’m going back to the lake and we’re all having a BBQ at Bro’s place, and I can’t wait to relax and chill out!
Why do I need to chill out? Because KS really managed to make me angry this morning…
I found a missed call at 7:40 AM (I was at the gym) and a message on my voice mail so I called him back as soon as I got to work. I said hello and everything and then asked what was up (KS does not often call early in the morning (let’s say his brain takes a while to wake up)).
Out of the blues came his question: “What did you do last Thurday?”
I didn’t understand at first (he was in the train), and when I finally got his question, it took me a few seconds to remember, so I just hesitated a second and answered “Let’s see… I went out with all the colleagues for a birthday, and then I got home at 10PM because Bro came to sleep at my place… But I already told you that, why what’s up?”
(BTW, it’s exactly what I’ve done…)
“Well then what about this picture on facebook with a guy with hands all over you?”
Now this is where I got really angry. I had only seen quickly the pics on facebook, and I totally knew no one touched me in any inappropriate way (I mean, I didn’t have to see the pics to know that!!). But what really got on my nerves was that he has no fucking right to question me like that, especially when I ALWAYS tell him about my days and my plans for the night when I go out!!!
So I got angry and told him that this was crazy and that questioning me this way is BS, and if he has questions about pics on facebook, shall we talk about all the little sluts he works with that keep commenting his status on facebook?
He kind of apologized and then we hung up since I didn’t feel like fighting, and I felt that I’ve made my point.
Later in the morning I got on facebook because I was curious about the infamous pic… it’s just me and a bunch of other colleagues, and the guy celebrating his Bday is standing next to me. Than I saw that, since he had an arm behind me, you can see his hand next to my breast, but it’s like at ten centimetres!!! (and of course it is, because if it hadn’t been the case I would probably have made a scene)
This relationship has issues, I think.
But you know what? I’ll chill, and have fun. I’m going out each nigh for the next 10 days, I’ll put on my pretty light, as I’m in the city of wonder..
(For those who don’t remember, or who are too lazy to go back to past posts… Crea is the eldest brother, and a few months ago, after losing his job and getting dumped by his girlfriend, he got a job as diving master in Maldives)
At first we were pretty shocked! Crea is a Latin kind of guy, dark curly hair, olive skin and everything. After spending months in Maldives of course his skin has got tan…. And his hair is BLOND!!!!
Anyway it’s cool to be able to hang out with him, although he’s only staying for 40 days and then he’s leaving for 6 more months…
The best thing right now is tonight I’m going back to the lake and we’re all having a BBQ at Bro’s place, and I can’t wait to relax and chill out!
Why do I need to chill out? Because KS really managed to make me angry this morning…
I found a missed call at 7:40 AM (I was at the gym) and a message on my voice mail so I called him back as soon as I got to work. I said hello and everything and then asked what was up (KS does not often call early in the morning (let’s say his brain takes a while to wake up)).
Out of the blues came his question: “What did you do last Thurday?”
I didn’t understand at first (he was in the train), and when I finally got his question, it took me a few seconds to remember, so I just hesitated a second and answered “Let’s see… I went out with all the colleagues for a birthday, and then I got home at 10PM because Bro came to sleep at my place… But I already told you that, why what’s up?”
(BTW, it’s exactly what I’ve done…)
“Well then what about this picture on facebook with a guy with hands all over you?”
Now this is where I got really angry. I had only seen quickly the pics on facebook, and I totally knew no one touched me in any inappropriate way (I mean, I didn’t have to see the pics to know that!!). But what really got on my nerves was that he has no fucking right to question me like that, especially when I ALWAYS tell him about my days and my plans for the night when I go out!!!
So I got angry and told him that this was crazy and that questioning me this way is BS, and if he has questions about pics on facebook, shall we talk about all the little sluts he works with that keep commenting his status on facebook?
He kind of apologized and then we hung up since I didn’t feel like fighting, and I felt that I’ve made my point.
Later in the morning I got on facebook because I was curious about the infamous pic… it’s just me and a bunch of other colleagues, and the guy celebrating his Bday is standing next to me. Than I saw that, since he had an arm behind me, you can see his hand next to my breast, but it’s like at ten centimetres!!! (and of course it is, because if it hadn’t been the case I would probably have made a scene)
This relationship has issues, I think.
But you know what? I’ll chill, and have fun. I’m going out each nigh for the next 10 days, I’ll put on my pretty light, as I’m in the city of wonder..
Wednesday, April 15, 2009
Dilemma
Dear readers,
I'm fine and back to work after a well deserved Easter vacay.
However, I may stop blogging altogether and erase the blog. This is because KS found some files on my notebook with a few entries and snooped them. So now he knows my nickname, knows enough to be able to find this blog if he wants to. Should this happen, our relationship would be greatly affected.
I'm allowing myself a little time to think about it, because KS English isn't that great, so it would take him days anyway just to go through a few entries, but I still have to make a decision.
Suggestions?
I'm fine and back to work after a well deserved Easter vacay.
However, I may stop blogging altogether and erase the blog. This is because KS found some files on my notebook with a few entries and snooped them. So now he knows my nickname, knows enough to be able to find this blog if he wants to. Should this happen, our relationship would be greatly affected.
I'm allowing myself a little time to think about it, because KS English isn't that great, so it would take him days anyway just to go through a few entries, but I still have to make a decision.
Suggestions?
Wednesday, June 11, 2008
Going nowhere
The Parents have come and gone, and I have survived.
Last week I was actually so stressed that I have bought two bookshelves at Ikea, assembled them and thrown away the two dusty old ones we had in the guest-rooms.
Yeah, the Panther (aka mom) worries me that much.
In order to welcome the Parents I had also prepared varied and high-quality menus for the whole weekend, not to mention that I baked a charlotte Bavarian cake with white chocolate cream and strawberries. Hopefully I’ll manage to upload a pic soon (I had KS take a pure Nigella Lawson style picture of me presenting my beautiful gateau!).
Now this week I should have gone back to Paris, but in the end they stopped the mission, so I’m hanging at the Lyon office. I could have used some quiet time in Paris, honestly: I can’t remember last time I’ve been shopping for myself. And I’d really enjoy spending a bit more time with Kevin. Honestly, he’s one of the best friends I have around here, I mean he’s always there for me, and lately I feel I really need someone I can count on.
What more? A whole lot nothing. I realized I got almost 8kg since I got to France, so I’m strictly on diet, and I’m practically eating only soup, tomatoes, salads and so on. Don’t waste your time commenting that this is not a good diet: I happen to be vegetarian, so the only way to lose weight quickly is to completely cut carbs. And, since I have a gala dinner on July 4 (and nothing to wear… yet) I need to lose it fast.
Next Sunday I’ll be 26. KS plans for the weekend: we’re going to his parents’ place. Do I need to say this is so not the way I was hoping to celebrate? Whatever. My birthday depresses me anyway, so I guess I’ll just try to forget it’s my birthday. And that I’m one year older.
I know, depressing. But I really feel I’m going nowhere. Does it ever happen to you?
PS I cannot even manage to find the 18th episode of Desperate Housewives, which, sucks. Was it my impression or the man that Susan greets kissing at the end of the 17th episode of the fourth season (five years later) is totally NOT Mike Delfino? Please let me know if you have seen it, 'cause I really wonder...
Last week I was actually so stressed that I have bought two bookshelves at Ikea, assembled them and thrown away the two dusty old ones we had in the guest-rooms.
Yeah, the Panther (aka mom) worries me that much.
In order to welcome the Parents I had also prepared varied and high-quality menus for the whole weekend, not to mention that I baked a charlotte Bavarian cake with white chocolate cream and strawberries. Hopefully I’ll manage to upload a pic soon (I had KS take a pure Nigella Lawson style picture of me presenting my beautiful gateau!).
Now this week I should have gone back to Paris, but in the end they stopped the mission, so I’m hanging at the Lyon office. I could have used some quiet time in Paris, honestly: I can’t remember last time I’ve been shopping for myself. And I’d really enjoy spending a bit more time with Kevin. Honestly, he’s one of the best friends I have around here, I mean he’s always there for me, and lately I feel I really need someone I can count on.
What more? A whole lot nothing. I realized I got almost 8kg since I got to France, so I’m strictly on diet, and I’m practically eating only soup, tomatoes, salads and so on. Don’t waste your time commenting that this is not a good diet: I happen to be vegetarian, so the only way to lose weight quickly is to completely cut carbs. And, since I have a gala dinner on July 4 (and nothing to wear… yet) I need to lose it fast.
Next Sunday I’ll be 26. KS plans for the weekend: we’re going to his parents’ place. Do I need to say this is so not the way I was hoping to celebrate? Whatever. My birthday depresses me anyway, so I guess I’ll just try to forget it’s my birthday. And that I’m one year older.
I know, depressing. But I really feel I’m going nowhere. Does it ever happen to you?
PS I cannot even manage to find the 18th episode of Desperate Housewives, which, sucks. Was it my impression or the man that Susan greets kissing at the end of the 17th episode of the fourth season (five years later) is totally NOT Mike Delfino? Please let me know if you have seen it, 'cause I really wonder...
Thursday, May 29, 2008
Guilty and tired
After being sick, working way too much and other minor stuff, on Monday night I’ve been called for an emergency that required me to be in our Paris office on the next morning, 9AM.
So, after swearing a little, I found an hotel, a bullet train ticket for 5:30 AM, went home and wrapped up all the clean clothes I had (not many, honestly, and the lack of iron shirts in my closet was dramatic).
I left on Tuesday morning, under one of the worst storm we’ve had over the last few years, and now here I am, dealing with this bullshit: some asshole (sorry, but that’s it) sold a big big project without realizing that all the documentation is written in Italian and that strictly no one but me in the firm understands Italian. Of course, this is the kind of project that would require at least 3 people (including someone more experienced than me) working on it, but since no one understands a thing, I’m alone on it, and it sucks big time.
So, once more, I’m in Paris and I cannot even manage to buy shampoo (and the one provided by the hotel does not smell good): yesterday I worked non stop 7:30AM to 11PM. Luckily, Kevin was ready to rescue me when I left, so he came picked me up and took me out for drinks.
Now, the thing that has been on my mind is this: Kevin invited me to go to his country house (well, his parents’) with a bunch of friends for the weekend. It’s only 45 minutes from Paris, and it would be a nice relaxing weekend: BBQ, sun tanning, playing volley and so on. KS had a party in Toulouse planned, and since I didn’t feel like going the whole way back to Lyon, than to Toulouse and back to Paris on Sunday night, I had planned to go with Kevin.
KS was a bit jealous, but hey, I cannot spend my life on trains, right?
So this morning, it turned out that the party in Toulouse is cancelled. I would like to go to the country, but honestly, I feel guilty for leaving KS home alone….
Any advice?
So, after swearing a little, I found an hotel, a bullet train ticket for 5:30 AM, went home and wrapped up all the clean clothes I had (not many, honestly, and the lack of iron shirts in my closet was dramatic).
I left on Tuesday morning, under one of the worst storm we’ve had over the last few years, and now here I am, dealing with this bullshit: some asshole (sorry, but that’s it) sold a big big project without realizing that all the documentation is written in Italian and that strictly no one but me in the firm understands Italian. Of course, this is the kind of project that would require at least 3 people (including someone more experienced than me) working on it, but since no one understands a thing, I’m alone on it, and it sucks big time.
So, once more, I’m in Paris and I cannot even manage to buy shampoo (and the one provided by the hotel does not smell good): yesterday I worked non stop 7:30AM to 11PM. Luckily, Kevin was ready to rescue me when I left, so he came picked me up and took me out for drinks.
Now, the thing that has been on my mind is this: Kevin invited me to go to his country house (well, his parents’) with a bunch of friends for the weekend. It’s only 45 minutes from Paris, and it would be a nice relaxing weekend: BBQ, sun tanning, playing volley and so on. KS had a party in Toulouse planned, and since I didn’t feel like going the whole way back to Lyon, than to Toulouse and back to Paris on Sunday night, I had planned to go with Kevin.
KS was a bit jealous, but hey, I cannot spend my life on trains, right?
So this morning, it turned out that the party in Toulouse is cancelled. I would like to go to the country, but honestly, I feel guilty for leaving KS home alone….
Any advice?
Friday, June 01, 2007
Revenge on the French Flagellum
After ruining all of my painting and cleaning, the French Flagellum and his wife (aka my in-laws) spent the night at our old flat, in order to go to buy some wine in the region on the following day.
So I spent the rest of Saturday night not talking, eating my pizza and sending KS body messages about how angry I was, until they left saying they would arrive on the morning after at 9AM.
The fact that at 7:45AM on Sunday morning they were already downstairs at our new flat didn’t help either: we were still sleeping and everything, so I grabbed jeans and sweater and unpacked the coffee machine. And then I started to wonder what the hell where they doing, as we live on the 4th floor, it couldn’t take that long.
And that is when they called on KS’ mob phone, saying they were stuck in the elevator and crying for help.
Instead of dancing, I decided to go to the bakery to buy some croissants and everything for breakfast. When I came back, they were still stuck, but the elevator guy had arrived. I tried to persuade him to leave them inside there a little longer than needed, but he said it was illegal.
Still, it wasn’t before some 3 quarters of an hour they managed to get out, and by that time most of the French Flagellum’s bravado was gone, I was thanked for having organized a nice breakfast and we managed to spend a decent day without stepping on each others’ feet.
Now I’m not enthusiastic to know KS and I are going to visit them at their place on next weekend, but hopefully it’ll be sunny and I’ll spend the whole we lying in sun by the swimming-pool.
And, before that, I’ll have to tell you about my new colleagues! Stay tuned!
So I spent the rest of Saturday night not talking, eating my pizza and sending KS body messages about how angry I was, until they left saying they would arrive on the morning after at 9AM.
The fact that at 7:45AM on Sunday morning they were already downstairs at our new flat didn’t help either: we were still sleeping and everything, so I grabbed jeans and sweater and unpacked the coffee machine. And then I started to wonder what the hell where they doing, as we live on the 4th floor, it couldn’t take that long.
And that is when they called on KS’ mob phone, saying they were stuck in the elevator and crying for help.
Instead of dancing, I decided to go to the bakery to buy some croissants and everything for breakfast. When I came back, they were still stuck, but the elevator guy had arrived. I tried to persuade him to leave them inside there a little longer than needed, but he said it was illegal.
Still, it wasn’t before some 3 quarters of an hour they managed to get out, and by that time most of the French Flagellum’s bravado was gone, I was thanked for having organized a nice breakfast and we managed to spend a decent day without stepping on each others’ feet.
Now I’m not enthusiastic to know KS and I are going to visit them at their place on next weekend, but hopefully it’ll be sunny and I’ll spend the whole we lying in sun by the swimming-pool.
And, before that, I’ll have to tell you about my new colleagues! Stay tuned!
Wednesday, May 30, 2007
The French Flagellum
Finally, I’m back. I’ve been on holiday, and it was great: Crete, where I had never been before, was sunny and warm, with miles of beach and no one as far as the eye could see. I spent one week going to sleep early at night, taking morning walks, and laying in sun (with sunscreen protection all over!!) all day long.
Then I got back to Italy for a few days with my parents, and that’s where things begun to go back to normal.
Firstly, I went to see my dentist in order to have a check-up and a deep cleansing of my yellowish teeth. The guy, who’s been a family friend like, forever, told me I needed to have both my upper wisdom teeth removed.
Needless to say, I panicked a bit, so when he asked me when I would be in Italy, in order to make an appointment, I babbled “I don’t know exactly, you see, I have the new job and everything…” and so on.
I was still trying to find a way out of this situation when he turned handling a syringe.
“Look DDgirl, after all I have another 20 minutes without any client coming, so I can deal with it right now”
And before I had the time to scream NOOOOOOO, it was done.
So that’s how I came back to KS after 10 days of holidays looking like a deformed pig!
Anyway, things with KS went on as always (meaning: we’re in love, all TLC and so on), until his parents came the day we were finally moving.
We had been painting the walls and the ceiling of the living room all Friday long, and, for once, we had managed to do a good job. On Saturday morning we started moving the furniture and all our stuffs, expecting for KS parents to show up to help us, as agreed.
When they arrived it was 5PM and I was exhausted, dirty and nervous: my teeth still ached a lot, and our things felt so heavy!!!
KS was at the new flat, while I was packing a few last things at the old one, so it was only one hour later I discovered that, instead of helping us carrying stuff, KS father was putting on some more plaster on the walls and the ceiling. Like, the walls & ceiling I had been painting all day long, just 24 hours before.
I did note scream at him. I did not throw anything at him, either. But he must have seen the storm in my eyes.
That’s why, from this moment on, KS’ dad, aka my father in law, will be known as “The French Flagellum”.
Stay tuned to read about my revenge!!
Then I got back to Italy for a few days with my parents, and that’s where things begun to go back to normal.
Firstly, I went to see my dentist in order to have a check-up and a deep cleansing of my yellowish teeth. The guy, who’s been a family friend like, forever, told me I needed to have both my upper wisdom teeth removed.
Needless to say, I panicked a bit, so when he asked me when I would be in Italy, in order to make an appointment, I babbled “I don’t know exactly, you see, I have the new job and everything…” and so on.
I was still trying to find a way out of this situation when he turned handling a syringe.
“Look DDgirl, after all I have another 20 minutes without any client coming, so I can deal with it right now”
And before I had the time to scream NOOOOOOO, it was done.
So that’s how I came back to KS after 10 days of holidays looking like a deformed pig!
Anyway, things with KS went on as always (meaning: we’re in love, all TLC and so on), until his parents came the day we were finally moving.
We had been painting the walls and the ceiling of the living room all Friday long, and, for once, we had managed to do a good job. On Saturday morning we started moving the furniture and all our stuffs, expecting for KS parents to show up to help us, as agreed.
When they arrived it was 5PM and I was exhausted, dirty and nervous: my teeth still ached a lot, and our things felt so heavy!!!
KS was at the new flat, while I was packing a few last things at the old one, so it was only one hour later I discovered that, instead of helping us carrying stuff, KS father was putting on some more plaster on the walls and the ceiling. Like, the walls & ceiling I had been painting all day long, just 24 hours before.
I did note scream at him. I did not throw anything at him, either. But he must have seen the storm in my eyes.
That’s why, from this moment on, KS’ dad, aka my father in law, will be known as “The French Flagellum”.
Stay tuned to read about my revenge!!
Friday, April 06, 2007
Lord have mercy
We’ll be leaving in one hour.
Yeah, Killer Smile and I are going to see my family. And it’s the first time he meets them.
Did I ever mention that the Panther and the Bro are crazy? Not to talk about my weird German sister in law.
Oh MY GOD.
Why the hell did I decide to do this??
Oh, yeah, it had something to do with the fact that I spend one weekend out of two visiting his parents with him. Crap, it’s been three years since I last introduced a boyfriend to my family, and at that time they were way more normal. And there were no toddlers. And my sister in law was still just the Bro’s wife, a marginal presence, not the mother of the two toddles.
Anyway, I bought a present the Panther will love (on behalf of KS), and have instructed him about a few key subjects:
- we don’t play or like videogames
- we don’t drink alcohol except for a glass of whine at dinner
- he doesn’t eat ducks and gooses
And a few other innocent lies. Also, I instructed not to talk about sports.
But, on the other side, I couldn’t reach the Panther on the phone yesterday night. So, I could not instruct HER, on the forbidden subjects matter. Which, is fare more dangerous.
And now I can only hope that the language gap and the Lord help me.
Wish me luck, and happy Easter to ya all.
Yeah, Killer Smile and I are going to see my family. And it’s the first time he meets them.
Did I ever mention that the Panther and the Bro are crazy? Not to talk about my weird German sister in law.
Oh MY GOD.
Why the hell did I decide to do this??
Oh, yeah, it had something to do with the fact that I spend one weekend out of two visiting his parents with him. Crap, it’s been three years since I last introduced a boyfriend to my family, and at that time they were way more normal. And there were no toddlers. And my sister in law was still just the Bro’s wife, a marginal presence, not the mother of the two toddles.
Anyway, I bought a present the Panther will love (on behalf of KS), and have instructed him about a few key subjects:
- we don’t play or like videogames
- we don’t drink alcohol except for a glass of whine at dinner
- he doesn’t eat ducks and gooses
And a few other innocent lies. Also, I instructed not to talk about sports.
But, on the other side, I couldn’t reach the Panther on the phone yesterday night. So, I could not instruct HER, on the forbidden subjects matter. Which, is fare more dangerous.
And now I can only hope that the language gap and the Lord help me.
Wish me luck, and happy Easter to ya all.
Wednesday, March 07, 2007
New nest
I had promised to finally reveal the big news, so here I come.
After months of research and after visiting more or less 50 apartments (not kidding)… KS has signed to buy a flat!!!
We’ll be moving in about one-two months! Our new nest has 2 bedrooms, a large kitchen, a tiny hall, living room and…. A nice balcony!!!
So I’m spending all my spare time measuring, going through Ikea catalogues, jotting down drafts and obsessing Maria, my best friend who happens to be architect.
And I love it all!
Next weekend we’ll be going to Toulouse, in the South East of the country, to spend the weekend with KS’ friends, who seem to be adorable. We’ll go dancing and visiting and everything (I have already made an appointment with the hairdresser for Friday afternoon).
The only thing is, Toulouse is not a big town. And I DO know someone who lives there: the Little Prince’s gorgeous brother. Who, by the way, love to hit clubs. I know I must be paranoid if I think I might cross his path, but… well, I AM paranoid. Last spring, when I was still Little Prince’s girlfriend, I spent a wonderful weekend in Paris with the hot brother, and I never really thanked him. He showed me all what’s magnificent in Paris that tourists usually never get to see, he told me so many things… We actually spent two entire days walking around, drinking coffees and chatting, chatting chatting. In the end, I feel like I know him better than the Little Prince himself. Oh, and how charming he was!
Anyway, let’s focus: I love my boyfriend, while I finally couldn’t care less bout the Little Prince, so I’ll go to Toulouse, I’ll have tons of fun with KS fiends Seb and Remy, and some stories about the crazy nights we’ll spend there to tell you about on Monday morning. Yuppieee!
After months of research and after visiting more or less 50 apartments (not kidding)… KS has signed to buy a flat!!!
We’ll be moving in about one-two months! Our new nest has 2 bedrooms, a large kitchen, a tiny hall, living room and…. A nice balcony!!!
So I’m spending all my spare time measuring, going through Ikea catalogues, jotting down drafts and obsessing Maria, my best friend who happens to be architect.
And I love it all!
Next weekend we’ll be going to Toulouse, in the South East of the country, to spend the weekend with KS’ friends, who seem to be adorable. We’ll go dancing and visiting and everything (I have already made an appointment with the hairdresser for Friday afternoon).
The only thing is, Toulouse is not a big town. And I DO know someone who lives there: the Little Prince’s gorgeous brother. Who, by the way, love to hit clubs. I know I must be paranoid if I think I might cross his path, but… well, I AM paranoid. Last spring, when I was still Little Prince’s girlfriend, I spent a wonderful weekend in Paris with the hot brother, and I never really thanked him. He showed me all what’s magnificent in Paris that tourists usually never get to see, he told me so many things… We actually spent two entire days walking around, drinking coffees and chatting, chatting chatting. In the end, I feel like I know him better than the Little Prince himself. Oh, and how charming he was!
Anyway, let’s focus: I love my boyfriend, while I finally couldn’t care less bout the Little Prince, so I’ll go to Toulouse, I’ll have tons of fun with KS fiends Seb and Remy, and some stories about the crazy nights we’ll spend there to tell you about on Monday morning. Yuppieee!
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