from the depths of the cave
0 Comments Published by Oh Wayward One on 25 May 2009 at 5/25/2009 01:04:00 pm.
I am in a cave!
I can't see the way out!
Help!
And by "cave", I mean a black hole, and by "black hole" I mean a mess, and by "mess" I mean I AM NOT A HAPPY CAMPER!!!
I am getting it from all sides again - work, school, Animal Peeps newsletter, volunteerism, friends, non-friends, clients, the whole lot.
Maybe I'm going about this all back-asswards... maybe what I *NEED* is a cave. Only not one that sees me being sucked dry of all my spare time and sanity, maybe I just need to go and FIND a cave, a real one - not a metaphor-for-"mess" one... more like one of the granite variety.
In the meantime, just to top all the madness off, I have to squeeze some more time-blood out of the time-stone to start playing viola again. I'll admit after years of nothing but banjo strings under my fingers, borrowing that little old lady's instrument and playing a few tunes at her place the other day, gave me chills and an adrenaline rush. I couldn't believe my eyes as they rushed over the notes and my fingers knew EXACTLY where to go (well mostly). I really have to practice to get my game back, so I can play this Dvorak string quartet that they want to do, but I'm willing to give it a go. If the inspiration sinks its teeth into me successfully, I would consider having the 'rents pack up my old boy (currently collecting dust at their place) and sending him down, so this old bird (we'll call her Frau Meister, or maybe FM) can have hers back & relax a bit. God knows she was crazy-texting me after I left going "you know not to ever leave it in the car, right???"
I can't see the way out!
Help!
And by "cave", I mean a black hole, and by "black hole" I mean a mess, and by "mess" I mean I AM NOT A HAPPY CAMPER!!!
I am getting it from all sides again - work, school, Animal Peeps newsletter, volunteerism, friends, non-friends, clients, the whole lot.
Maybe I'm going about this all back-asswards... maybe what I *NEED* is a cave. Only not one that sees me being sucked dry of all my spare time and sanity, maybe I just need to go and FIND a cave, a real one - not a metaphor-for-"mess" one... more like one of the granite variety.
In the meantime, just to top all the madness off, I have to squeeze some more time-blood out of the time-stone to start playing viola again. I'll admit after years of nothing but banjo strings under my fingers, borrowing that little old lady's instrument and playing a few tunes at her place the other day, gave me chills and an adrenaline rush. I couldn't believe my eyes as they rushed over the notes and my fingers knew EXACTLY where to go (well mostly). I really have to practice to get my game back, so I can play this Dvorak string quartet that they want to do, but I'm willing to give it a go. If the inspiration sinks its teeth into me successfully, I would consider having the 'rents pack up my old boy (currently collecting dust at their place) and sending him down, so this old bird (we'll call her Frau Meister, or maybe FM) can have hers back & relax a bit. God knows she was crazy-texting me after I left going "you know not to ever leave it in the car, right???"
Labels: music
I have been getting up early every day for a week to slug it out on my research papers. It hurts. Ouch. But the lovely husband-unit wakes me up with a delicious cup of coffee (he's up early too doing a mountain of work-work). So that's nice. But I'm still knackered. And nowhere close to done yet. Blehhhh.
The End.
The End.
Yeah Fortuna can eat me
0 Comments Published by Oh Wayward One on 13 May 2009 at 5/13/2009 11:37:00 am.
In an amazing trans-continental coincidence, at the exact same time Bella in Houston is riding Fortuna's Wheel of Fortune and getting glorious life bonuses on one day and a giant burning stake-in-the-ass the next, so am I!
I couldn't have been on a better high on Friday, only to realize that as soon as Fortuna giveth, she taketh away like the big ol' hoe bag that she is. Agh!
It's been such a roller coaster ride over the last few days I can't even remember what happened when but hey that's the way it goes, and it'll all work out. Eventually. I'm just in a madcap adventure at the moment and it feels a lot like a ride on the Timber Wolf (Six Flags? Worlds of Fun? I can't remember)
Good things include: Joining the local HHH Kennel here. The running club I mentioned last time. It was a hella good time on sunday - we did a great 5km or so run through the bush, and the peeps in the club are friendly and fun and there were even a couple of Swedes who are about our age and chatted to us a lot. It's a really international crowd, and everyone was super nice. An excellent way to spend a late sunday morning overall. Then there was also the DELICIOUS pulled pork that I made in my new addiction: the crock pot, which I made so much of we ended up making 4 entire meals out of. And there was the shopping trip that yielded me a new pair of hiking shoes and a few new shirts (I hate clothes shopping) for winter.
Bad things include: Forgetting my shoes and missing out on the Friday workout that always makes me happy, and starts out my weekend just right. Or going to a new restaurant instead and having the worst (and most expensive - highway robbery expensive) meal EVER. Or, in general, just being spiritually beat down in general around every corner. Like having uh, friends (?) who continually think it's cool and ever so useful to diss on your family members to you and make sure you know that they are pathetic, desperate fools who aren't worth wasting their genius and perfection on. Why is it that I seem to be surrounded by people at the moment who can't seem to get it through their heads that there's this THING that should act as a filter between your brain and your lips. I dont know what it's called, but it's the thing that asks you "is what you're about to say going to HELP the situation, or is it going to make someone feel like SHIT?" "is what you're about to say going to make people feel GOOD, or will it make them feel BAD?" "is what you're about to say going to make you sound COOL and AWESOME, or is it going to make you sound like an insensitive JerK?" "can what you're about to say be classified as POSITIVE or NEGATIVE?" Oh, that's right it's called a "Conscience". Or maybe it's "basic human empathy". Who knows!? It's not just one thing, it's everywhere, all around me at the moment. And after spending the last 10 or so months making it clear to people that I am trying to bring more QUALITY and less AGGRO in my life, more "good person" less "bitchy negative person who likes other people to perpetually diss on people she cares about" but I guess the vibes I'm sending out are just not working. I seem to be becoming a magnet for this stuff. Then there's the extra 2kg I picked up BECAUSE the pork was so delicious (AGH!). There was a random bizarre wave of homesickness (maybe I should stop that BBQ making...?) Then there was the 3 assignments I'm losing time on that I was supposed to be slaving away on, but was too busy to go near. Then there was the 3 nights in a row where Jock pees in the house on my most prized home interior possession (he is now sleeping outside!). Then there was missing out on 2 workouts due to being too busy at work. UGH! And if I ain't worked out, aint nobody happy.
Well ok so now I have a lot more positive credits for Fortuna than negative ones, as everything seems to be a bit out of balance. That's good. That means that only good things can happen to me now. And if they don't, I'll just have to kill someone and take their soul.
I couldn't have been on a better high on Friday, only to realize that as soon as Fortuna giveth, she taketh away like the big ol' hoe bag that she is. Agh!
It's been such a roller coaster ride over the last few days I can't even remember what happened when but hey that's the way it goes, and it'll all work out. Eventually. I'm just in a madcap adventure at the moment and it feels a lot like a ride on the Timber Wolf (Six Flags? Worlds of Fun? I can't remember)
Good things include: Joining the local HHH Kennel here. The running club I mentioned last time. It was a hella good time on sunday - we did a great 5km or so run through the bush, and the peeps in the club are friendly and fun and there were even a couple of Swedes who are about our age and chatted to us a lot. It's a really international crowd, and everyone was super nice. An excellent way to spend a late sunday morning overall. Then there was also the DELICIOUS pulled pork that I made in my new addiction: the crock pot, which I made so much of we ended up making 4 entire meals out of. And there was the shopping trip that yielded me a new pair of hiking shoes and a few new shirts (I hate clothes shopping) for winter.
Bad things include: Forgetting my shoes and missing out on the Friday workout that always makes me happy, and starts out my weekend just right. Or going to a new restaurant instead and having the worst (and most expensive - highway robbery expensive) meal EVER. Or, in general, just being spiritually beat down in general around every corner. Like having uh, friends (?) who continually think it's cool and ever so useful to diss on your family members to you and make sure you know that they are pathetic, desperate fools who aren't worth wasting their genius and perfection on. Why is it that I seem to be surrounded by people at the moment who can't seem to get it through their heads that there's this THING that should act as a filter between your brain and your lips. I dont know what it's called, but it's the thing that asks you "is what you're about to say going to HELP the situation, or is it going to make someone feel like SHIT?" "is what you're about to say going to make people feel GOOD, or will it make them feel BAD?" "is what you're about to say going to make you sound COOL and AWESOME, or is it going to make you sound like an insensitive JerK?" "can what you're about to say be classified as POSITIVE or NEGATIVE?" Oh, that's right it's called a "Conscience". Or maybe it's "basic human empathy". Who knows!? It's not just one thing, it's everywhere, all around me at the moment. And after spending the last 10 or so months making it clear to people that I am trying to bring more QUALITY and less AGGRO in my life, more "good person" less "bitchy negative person who likes other people to perpetually diss on people she cares about" but I guess the vibes I'm sending out are just not working. I seem to be becoming a magnet for this stuff. Then there's the extra 2kg I picked up BECAUSE the pork was so delicious (AGH!). There was a random bizarre wave of homesickness (maybe I should stop that BBQ making...?) Then there was the 3 assignments I'm losing time on that I was supposed to be slaving away on, but was too busy to go near. Then there was the 3 nights in a row where Jock pees in the house on my most prized home interior possession (he is now sleeping outside!). Then there was missing out on 2 workouts due to being too busy at work. UGH! And if I ain't worked out, aint nobody happy.
Well ok so now I have a lot more positive credits for Fortuna than negative ones, as everything seems to be a bit out of balance. That's good. That means that only good things can happen to me now. And if they don't, I'll just have to kill someone and take their soul.
I just love autumn so much and it there is NO good reason for it, but it always makes me just look around and take stock. I'm sure a lot of people do that in spring, what with "the season of rebirth" and all, but for me it's gotta be the beautiful weather and jaw-dropping beauty of my favourite part of the year that makes me get all thoughtful and whatnot.
Everything just seems to be in its place now, everything feeling like where it should be: I've just finished climbing a giant Kilimanjaro at work that has been weighing on my conscience and shoulders since well before Xmas... the Mr. and I are moving on to making new friends after the old ones have left... the Animal Peeps have a new committee with fresh energy and less aggro on board... one of my BFFs has a new relationship that makes him happy and brings out the best in him and is introducing him to the concept of POSITIVE... one of my other BFFs who had a hard winter is back on track with her man and not only seeing the Lovin' In her Baby's Eyes but also feeling the love of all the people who worship her, from that Greatest Ego-Booster of All Time that is The-FB-Wall-on-Your-Birthday (and I know from experience how big a case of the happies that induces! Love seeing my friends get it too)... another one of my peeps-of-the-heart has a smoke-free hubby in the works, one of her life dreams being realized... my new dog plays fetch like a champion (and we only just figured this out)... my new house is awesome and feels like HOME... Podgey got a J-O-B in his new land of residence and WILL BE OK even though it's only 3 months to start with, it's a real J-O-B... I am pretty much OWNING fitness at the moment, my new crock-pot is the answer to all my prayers in terms of new kitchen inspiration after a long dry spell, and hey, if I can't be in Memphis, at least I can make slow-cooked Memphis-style shredded pork shoulder BBQ sandwiches with cole slaw. With a side order of Taj Mahal - I dusted off the old man after (how many years?) of ignoring him, and lo and behold he still rocks my world and puts a smile on my face when I wasn't intending on one being there. Have been listening to his "Maestro" album this week and I don't know what kinda power the Taj has over me, but who needs Prozac, really, when you've got Mr. Mahal.... not many artists can make you happy by singing the blues... I think it's because most of TM's blues singin' on that album is actually about love and lovely things. No one dies, no one gets dumped, and hell, Los Lobos and Ziggy Marley make appearances. And of course The Mr. is at his all time peak of lovableness. I just want to eat him up right now because he's just the best. I don't even know how to describe it other than being married to him gave me the first opportunity to ever use the word "blessed" in a sentence, with an actual understanding of what the definition of that over-used and under-appreciated word is.
Ah, friends, food, dogs, exercise, autumn, love, the blues... REALLY DOES IT GET ANY BETTER?
of course it does! and I know that! and it will! But for now, I just had Tom Petty's "It'll All Work Out" in my head, and even though he writes it as a forlorn tune about unrequited love (always my favourite rock n' roll song topic), but the main text is the point: "That's the way it goes, It'll all work out".
"Now the wind is high, and the rain is heavy
And the water's risin' in the levee
Still I think of her, when the sun goes down
It never goes away, but it all works out..."
I'm out. Happy friday!
Everything just seems to be in its place now, everything feeling like where it should be: I've just finished climbing a giant Kilimanjaro at work that has been weighing on my conscience and shoulders since well before Xmas... the Mr. and I are moving on to making new friends after the old ones have left... the Animal Peeps have a new committee with fresh energy and less aggro on board... one of my BFFs has a new relationship that makes him happy and brings out the best in him and is introducing him to the concept of POSITIVE... one of my other BFFs who had a hard winter is back on track with her man and not only seeing the Lovin' In her Baby's Eyes but also feeling the love of all the people who worship her, from that Greatest Ego-Booster of All Time that is The-FB-Wall-on-Your-Birthday (and I know from experience how big a case of the happies that induces! Love seeing my friends get it too)... another one of my peeps-of-the-heart has a smoke-free hubby in the works, one of her life dreams being realized... my new dog plays fetch like a champion (and we only just figured this out)... my new house is awesome and feels like HOME... Podgey got a J-O-B in his new land of residence and WILL BE OK even though it's only 3 months to start with, it's a real J-O-B... I am pretty much OWNING fitness at the moment, my new crock-pot is the answer to all my prayers in terms of new kitchen inspiration after a long dry spell, and hey, if I can't be in Memphis, at least I can make slow-cooked Memphis-style shredded pork shoulder BBQ sandwiches with cole slaw. With a side order of Taj Mahal - I dusted off the old man after (how many years?) of ignoring him, and lo and behold he still rocks my world and puts a smile on my face when I wasn't intending on one being there. Have been listening to his "Maestro" album this week and I don't know what kinda power the Taj has over me, but who needs Prozac, really, when you've got Mr. Mahal.... not many artists can make you happy by singing the blues... I think it's because most of TM's blues singin' on that album is actually about love and lovely things. No one dies, no one gets dumped, and hell, Los Lobos and Ziggy Marley make appearances. And of course The Mr. is at his all time peak of lovableness. I just want to eat him up right now because he's just the best. I don't even know how to describe it other than being married to him gave me the first opportunity to ever use the word "blessed" in a sentence, with an actual understanding of what the definition of that over-used and under-appreciated word is.
Ah, friends, food, dogs, exercise, autumn, love, the blues... REALLY DOES IT GET ANY BETTER?
of course it does! and I know that! and it will! But for now, I just had Tom Petty's "It'll All Work Out" in my head, and even though he writes it as a forlorn tune about unrequited love (always my favourite rock n' roll song topic), but the main text is the point: "That's the way it goes, It'll all work out".
"Now the wind is high, and the rain is heavy
And the water's risin' in the levee
Still I think of her, when the sun goes down
It never goes away, but it all works out..."
I'm out. Happy friday!
Labels: mis amigos, QSI
take me seriously, dammit!!
0 Comments Published by Oh Wayward One on 06 May 2009 at 5/06/2009 11:15:00 am.
You know ive had just about enough of these ass-clowns at one of my job sites. For nearly 11 months now i have been screaming at them on a WEEKLY basis, and then screaming at their boss and his boss in front of the whole project team on a MONTHLY basis, and they just proceed to keep FAILING. Miserably. Threats are dished out, promises are made, apologies are given, and then Jack Poop Wad happens!!! Today I pounded my finger on the table for extra added effect. I raised my voice to just shy of "outside voice" levels. I used power words like "unacceptable", "farce", "absurd", and "exasperated". Of course the irony isnt lost on me that those at fault have the english vocab capacity of my box of tomato juice.
What is really starting to chap my hide is the lack of support from my client (their employer) but thats a whole 'nother story that involves him making jokes about my job and health and safety in general, and having a completely alterior motive.
Alas I am but a professional, though, and while the option looks very tempting, i will continue to refrain from showing up at next month's mtg and slamming my fist down on the table and shouting "You know what?? I actually DONT give a rats ass!! I hope you all fall off your own dodgey scaffolding and get run over by those giant JCBs while cement drowns your pancake corpses and electrical fires burn your remains before it dries!!! Im OUT!!!"
Eish. This is why I never blog about work- it brings out my demons!!
Im at the deli now waiting for the printers to finish my GIANT publication. That means cappucinos and half a muffin (taking other half back to the Mr). Thats a much more pleasant thing to focus on. On the clock, too. Much better.
Today at the print shop I bumped into a guy printing Hash House Harrierz posters. Ive always wanted to find one of those clubs. It sounds fun. I told him to email me details. Exciting. New people to meet?
The Mr is oooooover the moon as tonight he's back on the tennis court for the 1st time since G. left him in the tennis-lurch, by moving to Vietnam. Our friend DD (who also just happens to be SuperVet!) wants to pick up his game again. He used to be on the National team, so the Mr will actually get some good work cut out for him. Yea! I hope they make it a regular thing- that would make him soooo happy. That AND we love The D and his wife. Everybody could win here!
Ok, back to the printers I go...
What is really starting to chap my hide is the lack of support from my client (their employer) but thats a whole 'nother story that involves him making jokes about my job and health and safety in general, and having a completely alterior motive.
Alas I am but a professional, though, and while the option looks very tempting, i will continue to refrain from showing up at next month's mtg and slamming my fist down on the table and shouting "You know what?? I actually DONT give a rats ass!! I hope you all fall off your own dodgey scaffolding and get run over by those giant JCBs while cement drowns your pancake corpses and electrical fires burn your remains before it dries!!! Im OUT!!!"
Eish. This is why I never blog about work- it brings out my demons!!
Im at the deli now waiting for the printers to finish my GIANT publication. That means cappucinos and half a muffin (taking other half back to the Mr). Thats a much more pleasant thing to focus on. On the clock, too. Much better.
Today at the print shop I bumped into a guy printing Hash House Harrierz posters. Ive always wanted to find one of those clubs. It sounds fun. I told him to email me details. Exciting. New people to meet?
The Mr is oooooover the moon as tonight he's back on the tennis court for the 1st time since G. left him in the tennis-lurch, by moving to Vietnam. Our friend DD (who also just happens to be SuperVet!) wants to pick up his game again. He used to be on the National team, so the Mr will actually get some good work cut out for him. Yea! I hope they make it a regular thing- that would make him soooo happy. That AND we love The D and his wife. Everybody could win here!
Ok, back to the printers I go...
Word from the land of carrot munchers
0 Comments Published by Oh Wayward One on 04 May 2009 at 5/04/2009 12:51:00 pm.
How is it possible I picked up a whole kg in one weekend?
I'm so annoyed.
The Mr. managed to absorb 2kg! That's some serious eatin! Especially considering between Fri-Sun, we were at the gym TWICE, and managed to do some major ass-hauling on the big World Woof day at the shelter.
So today we eat carrot sticks. crunch, crunch.
I wonder if we could actually turn yellow, like the guy on Scrubs who came into the hospital whilst visiting his El Prego wife, and was all orange. Of course Dr. Cox eventually diagnoses that guy as eating way too many carrots (which turns you yellow) and way too many tomatoes (which turn you red) simultaneously, thus making him orange... but I digress.
Friday was a public holiday (May Day) and we worked. -sigh-
BUT! I managed to find the elusive crockpot during a quick lunchtime shopping trip, that I've been looking for. So that was a success. And I did it all to the tunes of Taj Mahal's "Maestro" album which I realized puts me in a good mood EVERY time I listen to it. I can gently float through the chaos and turmoil of a Gabz-City shopping mall on a long weekend and, safely plugged into my i-Tunes, not even know where I am or who just stepped on my foot without saying sorry.
Saturday we spent most of the afternoon at the shelter getting ready for Oscar the travelling celebrity dog, tidying up, and yelling at the staff for burning dog/donkey/goat carcasses on the walking trail, and dumping rubbish and biohazardous medical materials on the same. ugh.
Saturday night was our dinner party w/ S&M (HA! that sounds perverse! I love it!), and they ate up my 8-hour-slow-cooked carnitas with refried beans and spanish rice and homemade guacamole and spicy queso dip. Since S. is another El Prego type, M& the Mr. & I were left to drain all the red wine in the house between the 3 of us and we all listened to tunes and bantered late into the night - marking my first social entertaining IN THE HOUSE, due to the quickly dropping winter temperatures, rather than outside on the stoop as usual. They are both in love with Jock, and he was very well behaved so that's good to know for the next time we have company.
Sunday it was up early and off to the shelter AGAIN for Oscar and his travelling circus of tv cameras and doting support crew. One of the local orphanages sent a busload of kids over and we were filmed showing them around the shelter and introducing them to dogs, cats, rabbits, etc etc. This culminated in them all taking the shelter dog of their (our) choice on a nice walk, and loving on Oscar, and then "choosing an Oscar" to be the official representative of our shelter, upon whom would be bestowed a special collar, leash, and doggy tag. As well as being featured in their documentary. They picked Bobby (Bobby the white female dog, not Bobby the brown male dog - who lives in the cage 2 down from the girl Bobby. Our staff are not the most creative with names), and Bobby was luckily very good for the cameras (eesh!) and Bobby got a bunch of love that day. Now let's see if Bobby can get a home... ay, yi, yi.
Then it was off to the gym, covered in dog pee and hot dogs and little children slime. Then a lovely relaxing evening of leftover carnitas and IPL cricket on the couch. aahhhh.
Now the turmoil: 1) dad turning 60 next week and me having NO present and NO clue. and of course 2) mothers day (see above).
DOH!
1-2-3 Carrot time!
I'm so annoyed.
The Mr. managed to absorb 2kg! That's some serious eatin! Especially considering between Fri-Sun, we were at the gym TWICE, and managed to do some major ass-hauling on the big World Woof day at the shelter.
So today we eat carrot sticks. crunch, crunch.
I wonder if we could actually turn yellow, like the guy on Scrubs who came into the hospital whilst visiting his El Prego wife, and was all orange. Of course Dr. Cox eventually diagnoses that guy as eating way too many carrots (which turns you yellow) and way too many tomatoes (which turn you red) simultaneously, thus making him orange... but I digress.
Friday was a public holiday (May Day) and we worked. -sigh-
BUT! I managed to find the elusive crockpot during a quick lunchtime shopping trip, that I've been looking for. So that was a success. And I did it all to the tunes of Taj Mahal's "Maestro" album which I realized puts me in a good mood EVERY time I listen to it. I can gently float through the chaos and turmoil of a Gabz-City shopping mall on a long weekend and, safely plugged into my i-Tunes, not even know where I am or who just stepped on my foot without saying sorry.
Saturday we spent most of the afternoon at the shelter getting ready for Oscar the travelling celebrity dog, tidying up, and yelling at the staff for burning dog/donkey/goat carcasses on the walking trail, and dumping rubbish and biohazardous medical materials on the same. ugh.
Saturday night was our dinner party w/ S&M (HA! that sounds perverse! I love it!), and they ate up my 8-hour-slow-cooked carnitas with refried beans and spanish rice and homemade guacamole and spicy queso dip. Since S. is another El Prego type, M& the Mr. & I were left to drain all the red wine in the house between the 3 of us and we all listened to tunes and bantered late into the night - marking my first social entertaining IN THE HOUSE, due to the quickly dropping winter temperatures, rather than outside on the stoop as usual. They are both in love with Jock, and he was very well behaved so that's good to know for the next time we have company.
Sunday it was up early and off to the shelter AGAIN for Oscar and his travelling circus of tv cameras and doting support crew. One of the local orphanages sent a busload of kids over and we were filmed showing them around the shelter and introducing them to dogs, cats, rabbits, etc etc. This culminated in them all taking the shelter dog of their (our) choice on a nice walk, and loving on Oscar, and then "choosing an Oscar" to be the official representative of our shelter, upon whom would be bestowed a special collar, leash, and doggy tag. As well as being featured in their documentary. They picked Bobby (Bobby the white female dog, not Bobby the brown male dog - who lives in the cage 2 down from the girl Bobby. Our staff are not the most creative with names), and Bobby was luckily very good for the cameras (eesh!) and Bobby got a bunch of love that day. Now let's see if Bobby can get a home... ay, yi, yi.
Then it was off to the gym, covered in dog pee and hot dogs and little children slime. Then a lovely relaxing evening of leftover carnitas and IPL cricket on the couch. aahhhh.
Now the turmoil: 1) dad turning 60 next week and me having NO present and NO clue. and of course 2) mothers day (see above).
DOH!
1-2-3 Carrot time!
Well, I'm feeling kinda gypped that today is a day off for everyone in town, but the Mr. and I have to work b/c we're so busy, and I have to write 3 assignments for my course. So I'm tapping into Humor Therapy to make it all better...
My in-laws used to get a French foster kid just for the summers, about every summer when the Mr. was little (my MIL is fluent in french, and this was one way she liked to contribute to the greater good, as well as keep up her french mojo). Anyway, one of their "regulars" has just recently found the Mr. on the Facebook, and started writing him. The problem is, she doesn't speak Dutch, Frisian, or English, so her messages look like this:
"Congratulations on your marriage, you mother sent me some pictures and I am very happy for you. Your wife is very nice and simple. I go very well. Far too many things has tell you but so happy to see again yourself "
"I again said nothing in your mother, but I reserve for him a surprise for summer, 2010. We are going to come every 4 to your town and I search a tenancy for summer nowadays. It is absolutely necessary that I scannes photographs to send them to you. I embrace you as well as your wife. "
"I embrace you very much. You know your whole family is very important to me and I also know that many tears will flow at our reunion and I look forward for your mother of my heart I miss him greatly"
Annnnnnnnnyway, I know it's a disgrace that I'm using this poor girl's heartfelt messages as humor therapy, but I can't help it! To make it just 4% more virtuous though, I make sure I make the mental link between her bad translation and my own Dutch/Spanish/Setswana skillz. And hereby grant anyone that wants it, the freedom to piss their own pants at my laughable foreign language use!!
My in-laws used to get a French foster kid just for the summers, about every summer when the Mr. was little (my MIL is fluent in french, and this was one way she liked to contribute to the greater good, as well as keep up her french mojo). Anyway, one of their "regulars" has just recently found the Mr. on the Facebook, and started writing him. The problem is, she doesn't speak Dutch, Frisian, or English, so her messages look like this:
"Congratulations on your marriage, you mother sent me some pictures and I am very happy for you. Your wife is very nice and simple. I go very well. Far too many things has tell you but so happy to see again yourself "
"I again said nothing in your mother, but I reserve for him a surprise for summer, 2010. We are going to come every 4 to your town and I search a tenancy for summer nowadays. It is absolutely necessary that I scannes photographs to send them to you. I embrace you as well as your wife. "
"I embrace you very much. You know your whole family is very important to me and I also know that many tears will flow at our reunion and I look forward for your mother of my heart I miss him greatly"
Annnnnnnnnyway, I know it's a disgrace that I'm using this poor girl's heartfelt messages as humor therapy, but I can't help it! To make it just 4% more virtuous though, I make sure I make the mental link between her bad translation and my own Dutch/Spanish/Setswana skillz. And hereby grant anyone that wants it, the freedom to piss their own pants at my laughable foreign language use!!
