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Friday, October 9, 2015

October Secret Subject Swap - Closure

Welcome to October's Secret Subject Swap. Again 15 brave bloggers picked a secret subject for someone else and were assigned a secret subject to interpret in their own style. Today we are all simultaneously divulging our topics and submitting our posts.

Here are links to all the sites now featuring Secret Subject Swap posts.  
Sit back, grab a glass and check them all out:

Baking In A Tornado
The Momisodes

My subject is 

Is there someone from middle or high school that you need closure with?  What would you want to say to them today, x many years later?

It was submitted by The Lieber Family - thanks, Rabia!

Allright, before I even dig into this rather serious prompt, I need to get this one off my chest:

"Find a dictionary and find out what this closure is. If this is what he's gonna hit us with, then I wanna know what it is!" 


Oh, and, hit the pillow! 

Love this movie.

So, who do I need closure with? The coworker I yelled at 18 years ago for not getting stamps after being told to a couple of times? Nah, he had it more than coming. Also the prompt asks for a school friend.

Actually I think my high school friend should get this prompt and write about me. But I'll let you guys decide:

We met in 7th grade. A group of teenage girls just had gotten together as a tight-knit group when B joined our class. 

She was different. She dressed and wore make-up in new wave style: all black and grey, with some serious hair gel going on.

Also her reputation as some kind of a slut preceded her. As a 15 yo she frequented clubs I'm sure she wasn't supposed to get into and hung out with 20-25 yo guys. Preferably guys with fancy cars.

I tried to include her in our activities and show the other girls that she deserved a chance and that deep down she was one of us.

I guess it's safe to say that she was not one of us, but we became friends anyway. I admired her for her strength and determination. Her parents were both alcoholics, and B was able to distance herself from them emotionally and spatially. 

Her parent's apartment was dark, smelled of cigarette smoke and was full of empty bottles newspapers and dirty clothes. 

B's room was always locked. It was neat and airy, she had her stereo equipment that played Depeche Mode records, her own phone line was her connection to people who could get her out of there when it all became too much, and her clothes were being laundered and put away by herself.

Fast forward 7 years. We had not only graduated from high school, but she had become a certified  pharmacist's assistant, and I had my college degree and my first job as a coffee maker with a private bank.

It was in 1991. Her mother had recently died, and B was devastated. "I can't be alone right now" she said.

It was a fall evening, we were sitting in the only pub in our small town, and she was talking a mile a minute. "I'm gonna move in with R but what am I gonna do if it doesn't work out? You know if I give up my own apartment, and a couple of months later we break up - where am I gonna go?"

R was her only steady boyfriend I ever knew of. Fun guy, pretty decent, too, only five years older than her, I had a good feeling about them. 

"I may take over your apartment" I suggested. "if you guys break up, you'll get it back!"

Win-win, right? 

I had just started working and was dying to get away from my parents, but I didn't have enough money for a deposit, insurance and furniture, however I was able to pay for the monthly rent of her existing furnished flat. 

We agreed on a six months' trial period, so to speak. Within half a year she was going to be able to get back into her own apartment at short notice.  As of July 1st she was going to transfer the lease onto my name.

In December I moved into her apartment that was now mine. Not on paper, though, but I didn't mind this technicality. I was happy to have my own place, to be able to do as I pleased. Interestingly I didn't watch TV all night long, my diet didn't only consist in potato chips and cookies, and I became pretty mindful of the water bill and cut my showers shorter than I used to. 

So far so good. Spring came and went, and everything was looking well, she started asking me if I wanted to buy the sofa from her and promised to leave me the dishware and pots and stuff. 

They seemed happy and in love, and so were Buster guy and I. Or so I thought. 

On a sunny and warm Saturday he broke up with me for what was going to be the second of three times. Don't ask. 

When I called B to whine about it, she interrupted me and said "this might be a bit of bad timing, but I need my apartment back."

I was shocked. 

What? Not you, too? Why? What happened?

They were not breaking up. R quit his expensive penthouse in the old town, and they wanted to come and live in B's bachelorette flat in order to save money so they could  renovate R's parent's house which was going to be their future home.

They had it all figured out. Must have been for a while.

"I know this wasn't the original idea. Things change. My name is on the lease, so you can't stay, I'm sorry. Can you leave by June 30?"

The good thing was that hunting for an apartment that was pretty much available on the spot (which is not a common thing in Switzerland; usually tenants need to give 3 months' notice) didn't leave much time to grieve about my being dumped.

Early July I moved into my new place, soon after that Buster guy asked me to take him back, and the next time I saw B again was two years later at a high school reunion I organized with some other friends. 

For a second I considered "forgetting" to mail her an invitation, but hey, give her the chance to not show up herself. But of course she did, and she tried to talk to me. She didn't really apologize or anything, she just said something like "looks like it worked out for all of us".

Yeah, sure. 

I found some pictures of that beach themed party. B is not in any of them, haha!

The guy on the right is M at whose house we had the Purple Rain Party!

Rabia's prompt is also about what I would say to B today.

Here goes: 

"Look, B, you may have figured this out by yourself in the meantime: to me it wasn't about contracts and apartments, it was about two friends helping each other out and supporting each other, especially during tough times. You let me down, I didn't appreciate it.

Dear friends, when you read this, I will be somewhere in Kruger N.P. South Africa, most probably without wi-fi, so I won't be able to read and comment on your posts. I hope I will get to them upon my return home the other week! Take care!

Friday, September 25, 2015

Funny Friday - Bears

Today’s post is September’s Funny Friday, a regular feature published on the last Friday of every month. Funny Friday is a collaborative project. Each month one of the participants submits a picture, then we all write 5 captions or thoughts inspired by that month’s picture. Links to the other bloggers’ posts are below, click on them and see what they’ve come up with. I hope we bring a smile to your face as you start your weekend.

Here’s today’s picture. It was submitted by Spatulas on Parade

  1. You've GOT to see the view from up here!
  2. C'mon up - I can always make room for one more.
  3. Mommy, I understand why I shouldn't climb up that high on my own - now help me get down, please? Can we go and get some honey fudge?
  4. When are the Boston Bruins choosing this season's mascot? I've been waiting up here aaaaaaaaaaaaaaall day long!
  5. Why did baby bear climb on the pole? Ask the chicken... 

Oh my goodness, I checked out their website - how awesome! Seems like a very nice family. 
Chocolate caramel & sea salt, peppermint patty, peanut butter, maple pecan, all the yummy stuff!
Too bad I don't live there. On second thought, maybe it's better if I don't live there. 
Did you know that the bear is the heralding animal of (old) Bern, Switzerland's capital?

Click on the links below and let some other bloggers make you smile: 

Saturday, September 19, 2015

Colin's LEGO birthday party

Can you remember being 7 and waiting impatiently for the day of your birthday party? Colin can tell you: it seems to take FOREVER!!! 

Finally today was the day, and we have been up since 7, preparing.

I didn't involve him much in choosing the games, but for the scavenger hunt I needed to leave the house, and I did NOT want to leave him home alone because he would see all the stuff that I made, so he helped hiding 14 LEGO bricks.


Convenience store. He asked the lady's permission.

Fence at daycare

Street sign

Fire hydrant

And more.

At 11am his best friends arrived. Their parents attended an out of town wedding today, and in order for the boys to be at Colin's party, we basically adopted them for 24 hours. For the time being I parked them in front of my notebook. 

They had fun watching videos, and I had peace and quiet to decorate the cake and set up everything in the living room.

Artists' corner

Spider web station

Every long string that was attached to the LEGO brick led to the kid's  assignment badge. 

After lunch, the guests arrived. 

We didn't know when the rain that was being predicted, was going to arrive, so we went on the scavenger hunt first.

They found the LEGOs so quickly that I was glad when it looked like they wanted to spend some time on the playground - but no. "Let's go, there must be more games" they said.

By the way, I stuck a letter on each LEGO, and they had to put them all together.

Back at the house they had to untangle their threads.

They did really well.

"Build something from the list"

Something like a flag

A pyramid

Not sure what this is. But he was looking so cute with it!

Or the Eiffel Tower

"Draw your own place mat"

"Play LEGO Bingo"

Guess how many LEGO pieces are in the jar?

"Have your picture taken with the LEGO man"

I should have put "have cake" on the list of things, too, so I could have achieved something today as well ;-) Oh, wait - I MADE the cake!

Everybody had their own nice personal place mat

Blowing out the candles makes a boy thirsty!

What's a birthday party without opening presents?

I love that some wrote a card. I never bother myself.

Some went outside to play. Others made awesome LEGO stuff.

I had one more ace up my sleeve in case I needed to keep them busy: the chocolate game. You do know the chocolate game, right? It's been around forever around here. I'm pretty sure we played it at my 7th birthday party.

This is how it works: kids are sitting around the table and roll the dice. Whoever throws a six puts on a scarf, sunglasses, a hat and gloves. Dressed like this they try to open the chocolate bar that is usually wrapped in newspapers.

Our chocolate was hidden in a LEGO construction that Colin made.

The catch is of course that as soon as you're close to eating a piece of chocolate - if you're dressed quickly enough - the next person strikes a six.

My turn!

No! Mine!

Look, she managed to eat some!

We had so much fun!

All done!

Waaaaaait a minute, not so fast! No party favors?

If you're curious what's in the treasure chest, have a look at my previous post.

I can't believe that this was it. So much planning, baking and crafting, and at 5pm they go home! Well, it ain't over till it's over. We still have our sleepover guests… I do hope they are as tired as I am. 

Maybe not.

PS: there were 35 LEGO pieces in the jar. The closest guesses were 30 and 40.