tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-244677772024-02-21T03:03:39.836+01:00LANDLEBENL A N D L E B E NLand-Frauhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00001949367765387707noreply@blogger.comBlogger780125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24467777.post-16174333953315552372018-04-26T11:47:00.001+02:002018-04-26T11:47:34.442+02:00The Story of my Panties<i>I have an overflowing drawer full of them! but..and now it gets difficult, I have "everyday ones" most of them I hate, some slide, some pinch , some have worn spots,where everytime I pick one of those the decision is hard if to keep it or throw it away (remember, I am a "child of war") .</i><div><i>Now we come to the "good" ones....they fit perfectly, look nice and therefore are kept in the drawer. What for? I keep asking myself. Obviously for the time I take a trip amd my plane crashes and when they find my popped open luggage ,they will say ...look she has such nice panties! </i></div><div><i>So now I have to go shopping, time to pick up a new pair of panties! </i></div><div><i>Don't call me a weirdo!!!!</i></div>Land-Frauhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00001949367765387707noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24467777.post-67500024466946353842017-11-03T08:06:00.001+01:002017-11-03T10:39:35.840+01:00A Story about Suits<i>Γ€November 3/17</i><div><i><br></i></div><div><i>My friend Arthur came about with the craziest story today. He bought 7 suits in New York when he had been visiting for a wedding! ..and yes,actually 8, because also one for the wedding. And he never wore them up to now! He claims it was not his fault buying them but the fault of the salesman. That guy must have had a lottery day! </i></div><div><i>Now this reminded me of another suit story which happened or rather was delivered by Fred, my late husband.</i></div><div><i>During a business trip to Paris in the taxi from the airport he heared (at that time his hearing was still good) a ripping sound. The taxi had not been the newest one so he thought the material of the seat had ripped. When he got out of the taxi at his destination, the taxi driver had a laughing fit. Fred's pant had ripped from the waist to the bottom. The business appointment had been close , the taxi driver a kind of a comedian, told him his wife could fix it,so Fred said lets see your wife then! Answer..she is vaccationing at the seaside! - To make a long story short he then took Fred to a department store where he had not such an easy time finding a fitting suit in a jiffy. He of course was the laugh of the meeting when he told the story and coming home at night I then asked him at the airport...but where is your new suit? I am wearing it of course,he answered. Now I was flabbergasted..and why, for heaven's sake did you buy exactly the same suit?</i></div><div><i>So next day it happened that his brother from Paris was on business in DΓΌsseldorf and dropped in at our place at nite. So of course Fred told his suit story and brother wanted to see it. Fred went to put on the jacket and brother claimed that it really was a bit tight and let me look at the label. so Fred opened the jacket and it had been the old one from the ripped pants suit. So even he could not keep them apart. Since I had been laughing about the suit story all day already I broke out into such a burst of laughter that I peed my pants.</i></div><div><i>So thank you Arthur, you gave me that memory on top of the laugh I had about your story!</i></div>Land-Frauhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00001949367765387707noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24467777.post-44574562983689913782017-10-08T14:30:00.001+02:002017-11-03T19:18:58.853+01:00Beware of Ants in Colorado....my second short story..now again, any similarity with living persons is pure coincidence, well the ants heave been somewhat real at some time of my former live! ;)))<br />
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I had been one of our memorable trips to The United States, at a time when it still had been an easygoing friendly country, not destroyed by the paranoia of a bad leader .</div>
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We above all had lost our heart to the westcoast ,the change between rough wilderness and bright lively cities held a continious fascination for us </div>
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When we hit Colorado we decided to stop over at some quite secluded horse ranch. </div>
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Did I mention that I am a junky for horsebackriding? I have my own horse at home but that I ride "english style" , western riding always bore a fascination for me and I did some of it in New Mexico with my friend Sid. He even let me ride his own horse , man..was I tickled pink. </div>
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The guest ranch of course did have horses and so I booked a ride for the next morning. </div>
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But let me tell you a bit about the ranch, it had several log cabins, scattered about amon trees and a little brook was running through the area. Very cozy and secluded, you expected to be greated by a bear on your porch and as a matter of fact there were warning signs all over the place. So after a hearty meal at the fire place in the guestroom we soaked in our hot tub which was attached to our cabin. The little room had a sliding roof and we sat in the hot water, gazing at that tremendious sky full of sparkling stars which only can be found far away from civilization. </div>
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When they came up with my horse my jaw dropped , it had been the bigest western horse I had seen in my life. "What's its name?" I asked . "Tank" was the answer. I burst out laughing...."now Tank, I hope we are going to be friends! " . Amazingly Tank had a very soft gait and was easy to sit. The group consisted mainly of ranch girls and the only other guest had been a little girl about 10 years old. So we two "outsiders" got to talking. Her name was Ashley and she told me that they were spending a weekend at the ranch. Here parents were divorced and she had arrived with her daddy's new woman friend and daddy, whom she kept raving about. Poor woman, I thought, she has bad cards with little Ashley.</div>
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The ride had been quite pleasant and the landscape had been out of this world, rough and lovely at the same time .</div>
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When we arrived back, Frank and another guy awaited us. "There is daddy" Ashley cried excitedly, " you will have to meet him, pleease...".</div>
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Frank had tried to grow one, but it never came out right somehow. </div>
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So we got chatting for a bit and he told us that back at the lodge we would have to meet his woman and maybe should we have dinner tonite together. Of course we willingly agreed .</div>
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"What about a hike into the mountains tomorrow" Jack asked. I looked at him and thought that the name really fit him and he looked at me with that twinkle in his eyes as if he had read my thoughts. "woman, stop flirting" I told myself, "nothing good comes out of that!"</div>
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"Hiking" Frank moaned, you know I am rather the boating freak (we had been taking some sailing cruises during former holidays together) and Ashley started whining that she wanted to go horseback riding again. "I will take her" Norma said, you two go on your hike. </div>
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"You see" I thought to myself a bit nastily "that you get attaching yourself to a darling daddy!"</div>
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Again it had been another beautiful day, warm sunshine, the sky so blue, just scattered with a few cumulus clouds. </div>
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Since Jack was an experienced hicker, he consulted hicking maps and worked out a trip which greenhorn me could also take.</div>
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We sat off and I must admit that I found it quite exhausting. And all that time we did not meet another soul. As we arrived at a breathtaking overlook , Jack, eying me grinning, asked if I would like to take a rest. </div>
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Land-Frauhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00001949367765387707noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24467777.post-72970836369839663322017-10-03T16:27:00.002+02:002017-11-03T19:30:25.084+01:00Lets meet in QuebecNow..my friends, this is a short story born out of the ennui of a drab autum day...any similarity with living persons is pure coinidence!<br />
I dedicate this story to my role model Arthur whom I love (but am not in love with) :) <br />
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She looked out of the window and sighed. Just another of those dreary autumn days where the golden and auburn leaves got painted over by the grey of the morning fog. The house seemed so very empty after a night where those strange noises which never seemed to be heared during the daytime still made her think that somebody was creeping around in the dark.<br />
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Come on girl, she said to herself, get going but that second voice in her head promptly answered..Rom has not been build in a day! Stupid, this habit she had developped to talk to herself. Well, as long I do not start it in public..she giggled!<br />
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Her husband had died, just about a year ago, they had been married for only about 5 years, a happy time full of laughter and activity and then this stupid speed driver hit his car on the freeway and there she was, a widow at the age of 32 . They always had talked about having kids one day and she pondered if that would console her ,but it is not so easy to imagine something you do not have. In a way she was glad, having a small kid growing up without a father would be quite a task. </div>
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But now she would go and see after her horse, horsebackriding always had been her childhooddream which she then could realize as a teenie. For her first wedding anniversary Oliver gave her her own horse. She had been crying with joy, - darling, you do not know what you have gotten yourself into - she laughed with tears in her eyes - well, as long as I come first, he grinned. </div>
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So now, fog or no damn fog, she would venture out into the open. She considered taking the dog but decided against it . The oldie might get lost in the fog. The dog had been her contribution to their marriage and it took some time before it accepted its new master. Two men being jealous of each other, she used to joke. </div>
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As always, strolling the countryside with the horse gave her a soothing peace of mind, besides it also demanded enough attention because Little Lander was kind of a yellowbelly.<br />
When she came home, she took the dog for the promised walk. In the meantime the fog had lifted and the sun had come out, They went down to the riverside, just about a 5 minutes walk away and she sat on a rock, watching the lazy waves glitter in the sun. A flock of wild geese approached and settled itself screeching upon the surface of the water. Such a nice sight, the pleasures of fall, she thought, the river hat another face at each season of the year.<br />
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When she came home, the daily paper was in front of her door. Well, lets see, what happened in this not ever so pleasant world today..she also had a computer which she looked into every day, facebook was a must.... but not so much for the politics, this coverage often had been so vile and depressing, she preferred the oldfashioned paper to read about those issues , although it seemed to her almost like news from yesterday. <br />
Most anyway she liked the travel section, reading those reports and dreaming about foreign countries she just loved. With Oliver she had taken some very nice, interesting vacation trips all over the world..well almost.. and travelling, she thought, always made you live in another world. Her husband always had wanted to take a cruise, but she said that this was not her piece of pie, mind you , sweetie, imagine..just old people! But now she ran across a report about an Caribbean cruise, somehow it sounded quite interesting, she had seen some good reports about the region on television and now it somehow intrigued her.<br />
Xmas will be coming up- horror - so I might as well pamper myself, she thought, I will gift myself with a Caribbean cruise in spring!<br />
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A dreary winter went, spring came and that cruise was still on her mind. Come on girl, you have to learn to travel by yourself, or do you want to be stuck in your house like an old hag with dog and horse, which is about the only reason to put your nose out? ok, ok, the second voice said..old hags have cats on their shoulders (vile laughter)..oh shut up, I might end like this, something has to be done! Jump into cold water, do it!<br />
So she booked that cruise and from then on had this queasy stomach feeling. Of course she bragged about her venture on Facebook, some of her friends admired her, some were doubtful if this really was a good idea, but one of her friends, living on one of the Caribbean islands suggested they meet, should her ship dock at his island. She thought that this was a fabulous idea..and the ship really had the island on its agenda! So at least I have someone who can show me some of the things the normal tourists do not get to see, she hoped.<br />
So the time came and she flew into Fort Lauderdale and stayed the night at a hotel at the beachside, very nice and all arranged for by the "package deal". Boarding the ship went smoothly too. She had treated herself to a nice balcony cabin...might as well, last shirt has no pockets No. 2 voice whispered.<br />
Leaving the port had been quite spectacular, the skyline so beautiful and the sea!...so blue.<br />
Took her some time to get her bearings around the ship, after twice a grinning steward took her out of the wrong aisle to her cabin she got the hang of it. Having breakfast outside in the heck section of the ship she liked best, breakfast is her favoured meal anyway she used to tell everyone.<br />
So time went really fast aboard and with land excursions on the islands, and then the island to meet the friend approached. She was quite excited, meeting someone in person is still a big deal different from having a superficial correspondence!<br />
Unfortunately the ship could not be boarded by non passengers, so they had agreed to meet outside of the security gate. Hope I recognize him she worried, imagine, if we miss each other just on accout of that!<br />
But there was this tall, attractive guy waving at her and giving her a hug..and from then on it was easy, as if they had known each other for years. He drove a big pick-up truck, and she told him that she simply was in love with those trucks, a cowboy friend whom she had met in New Mexico drove one. So you love cowboys? he laughed. Well, she said, if you love horses you simply have to love cowboys! Now, a horse I can not offer around here, he said, but we have our assets.<br />
She eyed him sidewise, was he ever beautiful! I will call him my black prince, she thought to herself and the thought made her blush.<br />
The drive around the island had been breathtaking, they had lunch at the top of a mountain place, overlooking the lush landscape and the glittering sea..and they talked and talked and talked and it seemed as if they had known each other for ages.<br />
Then it was time to drive back to the ship. I do not want to leave, she said. Then stay, he said, stay with me! What a crazy idea, she answered .. went aboard the ship, got her bags and checked out!.<br />
So they had a wonderful time together, he showed her his way of life and she learned to appreciate the cheerfulness and friendliness of the people.<br />
But every love-ly story has to come to an end, so they arranged for her to leave for home. Hey sweetie, she grinned, a very expensive trip, but worth every penny. They parted and both of them made jokes not to start crying. That she did on the plane and her seat neighbor offered her a hanky, felling sorry for that bundle of grief next to him.<br />
Of course, once back home they kept in touch , which of course is not the same as being together. He kept begging her to come back, but in the meantime an awful president had taken over the country and she said that they would never let her into the country on accout of her bashing the horrorman on fb. Then all my money for the flight would have been thrown out of the window, she told him,<br />
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MEET ME IN QUEBEC !<br />
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Land-Frauhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00001949367765387707noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24467777.post-45246984168899559382017-07-16T12:36:00.001+02:002017-07-16T12:36:03.307+02:00Visiting the Tree<i>July 16/17</i><div><i><br></i></div><div><i><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhi0dopj0lw-O8ZUQ4h0Ezi_sM3FBzmKzV1bZinoxyLkvucHcbHMwylJTFok91dPO0x32BEAkuCM8oPGSSsVLh-5i6mJVsIKipIVe0shGworaanSe25DqYjMyvnAKFSInldPYy0/s640/blogger-image--967059953.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhi0dopj0lw-O8ZUQ4h0Ezi_sM3FBzmKzV1bZinoxyLkvucHcbHMwylJTFok91dPO0x32BEAkuCM8oPGSSsVLh-5i6mJVsIKipIVe0shGworaanSe25DqYjMyvnAKFSInldPYy0/s640/blogger-image--967059953.jpg"></a></div>Daughter no.2 and mum decided to pay a visit to "our" tree, hubby's and mine in the burial forrest ,located in the Ardennes. The german part is called the "Eifel" and it is an impressive landscape,a bit rough but there you still can feel the unspoiled beauty of nature.-</i></div><div><i>It had been hubbby's birthday and the first time we came back after the burial of the urn in March.</i></div><div><i>Fortunarely we have keys for the barriers, otherwise it is quite a walk from the parking lot. We had a plan but still...finding our tree among a million others, quite a task! But we made it , only had to back up the car once! </i></div><div><i>It had been a beautiful day, the sun shining through the treetops, making everything look so friendly! There are no flowers or other memorials allowed at the trees, it is pure unkept nature and should stay that way . We brought a bottle of champagne and toasted Fred for his birthday..wherever he is now...and the tree got a glass too! Ask me if I could feel Fred's presence......I still try to figure that out. </i></div><div><i>So we said goodbye till next time and it does not bother me that one day it will be my visit for keeps.that is the way of life and the end of it.<div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-sScV95gABAY/WWtBiTa6lbI/AAAAAAAAKn8/GBWb9_ZSYe83oIN9nNtBiH8ck0yqDkyQgCHMYCw/s640/blogger-image-1277039755.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-sScV95gABAY/WWtBiTa6lbI/AAAAAAAAKn8/GBWb9_ZSYe83oIN9nNtBiH8ck0yqDkyQgCHMYCw/s640/blogger-image-1277039755.jpg"></a></div></i></div>Land-Frauhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00001949367765387707noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24467777.post-27413885472692792482017-05-01T12:18:00.001+02:002017-05-01T12:22:12.392+02:00Maypole missing...<i>May 1/2017</i><div><i><br></i></div><div><i>In our region it is customary to give a decorated little..or big,whatever birchtree ...a so called Maibaum..to the lady of your heart. you put it up secretely the night before the first of May in front of the house or on the roof, quite a venture! Young men used to steal them in former times in the woods, nowadays with rules and regulations you get fined and instead there is a thriving business of markets,like for xmas trees which sell them. Of course you can also give a tree to someone you secretely carry a torch for. π.</i></div><div><i>So involuntary single Landfrau peeked out into her entrance way this morning...no tree! ..but one of my crockery hanging <div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-JEf0Srngdds/WQcLjXcWefI/AAAAAAAAKmA/diJkBaVqJ6IVZmYnReA6CRtMk3R1N3xzwCHM/s640/blogger-image-558425443.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-JEf0Srngdds/WQcLjXcWefI/AAAAAAAAKmA/diJkBaVqJ6IVZmYnReA6CRtMk3R1N3xzwCHM/s640/blogger-image-558425443.jpg"></a></div>flowerpots had crashed to the floor, probably the strong wind from yesterday.. .and IT HAD NOT BEEN BROKEN! - which was even better than a Maibaum...considering my age! πππ</i></div><br><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-Jyl5JzaP8cY/WQcMU2-UHDI/AAAAAAAAKmI/kmqPbfsgO1YF5-dUyQJePqZvGlQXhRbAgCHM/s640/blogger-image-1395207208.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-Jyl5JzaP8cY/WQcMU2-UHDI/AAAAAAAAKmI/kmqPbfsgO1YF5-dUyQJePqZvGlQXhRbAgCHM/s640/blogger-image-1395207208.jpg"></a></div>Land-Frauhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00001949367765387707noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24467777.post-82110916876002347452017-03-22T19:16:00.000+01:002017-03-22T19:16:04.191+01:00Left me speechless<i><span style="color: blue; font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">March 21/2017</span></i><br />
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<span style="color: blue; font-family: Georgia;"><i>So, this month, he came to my house and entering he asked "where is your husband" ? I really had been speechless, which happens very rarely. But then</i> <i>I had been quite pissed off and asked him how many drinks he had already had. He is an alcoholic in my opinion and his brain must be quite damaged in a way. He of course had been very embarrassed and told me a weird story of the lady where he had cleaned before and who had "mixed him up". I was short of firing him but then I calmed down. At least I can trust him around the house, which with new ,strange folks you never know. </i></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><i>So, Landfrau, face the facts!</i></span>Land-Frauhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00001949367765387707noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24467777.post-67329598158470648682016-12-07T19:21:00.001+01:002016-12-07T19:21:33.955+01:00Nikolaustag....<i>December7/16 </i><div><i><br></i></div><div><i>.....is the day originally kids put out their shoes the nite before and the next morning they found sweets if they had been good or a stick if they had n 't. Nowadays things (like most things) are getting more lavish, one of our sons-in-law claims that we celebrate "little Xmas"..πππ Anyway we like it and </i><i style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">the night before the 6th <font face="Helvetica Neue Light, HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif"> daughter no.2 dropped in and left our surprise bag. The next morning I had to leave the house and since herr H was still asleep I opened the present by myself and left it sitting on the living room table for him to look at, still nicely wrapped in celophane with a red bow . </font></i></div><div><i style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><font face="Helvetica Neue Light, HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif"><br></font></i></div><div><font face="Helvetica Neue Light, HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><i>While I was gone, hubby's doc showed up to give him his weekly shot . I arrived home just at the moment the man was about to leave and it almost knocked me over when he picked up the bag, thanking hubby elaborate for the "Nikolaus" . I really had been flabergasted,still taking that for a joke but then he took the bag and started to leave. First I was too embarrassed to say anything but then I thought . .no,noway .and I told him that this would not work, daughter's present, you understand. An stupid husband kept insisting he sbould take it and me shouting no, you can not give away my present,for heavens sake! So finally doc left without the bag. By that time I had a laughing fit and grabbed one of the chocolate nikolauses out of the bag and forced it upon him as consolation...in our driveway. And then I went inside and gave herrn H hell!</i></span></font></div><div><font face="Helvetica Neue Light, HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><i> π π»π π»π π»π π»π π»π π»π π»π π»π π»π π»π π»π π»π π»π π»π π»π π»π π»π π»π π»</i></span></font></div>Land-Frauhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00001949367765387707noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24467777.post-80493313043946659312016-12-06T11:01:00.001+01:002016-12-06T11:01:51.932+01:00Busy maiming myself...<i>December 6/16 (Nikolaustag in Germany)</i><div><i><br></i></div><div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiN6Y9BWaDEmK0QtAXNbatWlgRH41fTferpQ3IvGNYHnyBU2z3-Ln1iX2_oZgpmB0nyrq2I_-U0bhsZnzp4SRPH6j9GUc34_9DVNBidaI4AioNvBAtVNWE9JcRWF9vvH1BWM-V7/s640/blogger-image-523378411.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiN6Y9BWaDEmK0QtAXNbatWlgRH41fTferpQ3IvGNYHnyBU2z3-Ln1iX2_oZgpmB0nyrq2I_-U0bhsZnzp4SRPH6j9GUc34_9DVNBidaI4AioNvBAtVNWE9JcRWF9vvH1BWM-V7/s640/blogger-image-523378411.jpg"></a></div>sigh...I'm really the fallen angel,rolled over.</div><div>after the ice slide with bike sunday, straining my arm yesterday trying to get hubby's new chef chair upstairs with help of the chairlift (and of course it slipped midways)just right now I hit my shin running with garbage can in my pyjama down our driveway to catch the garbage truck.very to the amazement of the garbage man...oh,you are barefoot?...quite normal at -2Β°C</div><div><br></div></div><div>Enough is enough! π’π’π’</div>Land-Frauhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00001949367765387707noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24467777.post-42037464506290749642016-10-17T10:03:00.001+02:002016-10-17T10:03:59.916+02:00A little bit of rain in Spain<i><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-Y5yBo2BWk_s/WASFzC7lzCI/AAAAAAAAKeQ/DKH3Brf-cOc/s640/blogger-image-2012227334.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"></a><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-Y5yBo2BWk_s/WASFzC7lzCI/AAAAAAAAKeQ/DKH3Brf-cOc/s640/blogger-image-2012227334.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"></a><br></div><img border="0" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-Y5yBo2BWk_s/WASFzC7lzCI/AAAAAAAAKeQ/DKH3Brf-cOc/s640/blogger-image-2012227334.jpg"></div>October 17/2016</i><div><i><br></i></div><div><div>trip to Spain.....</div><div><br></div><div>....yes, Mallorca, that island Germans love to invade..and the British too .And you can tell them easyly apart, the Germans are the ones roasting like grilled chickens ,the British sitting paleskinned under sunumbrellas at the pool. But lets start from the beginning. Reason for our little trip our 60th wedding anniversary. Amazing that we still love each other - our way! lol...never mind! Again, like at our last trip, the taxi put us out at the wrong gate and since we were early on account of the strike situation from two airlines we were not so sure if we would leave at all.Since this time we had to drag the luggie along we had booked carrier service but of course the guys were not available yet. So I deposited Fred and our baggage and went hunting for them at the airport milling with hundreds of people...first day of fall school holidays and all of Germany must have decided to travel! well ,found them and then I had to take luggie and seperate batteries to a special check-in, then we had to organize handicap service for hubby,because he is unable to walk even a few meters.Finally we were seated in our plane which left with just a little delay and upon arrival in Spain we were supposed to be taken out of the plane with a lift, which left us sitting cold. We had the pleasure to watch the cleaning staff and the change of crews, no lift! and the plane could not leave before they got rid of us. On top of that we were afraid our limo service would have left and our bags and luggie ended up in lost and found. Finally the device showed up and took us on an airport sightseeing tour. Hubby had the brilliant idea to phone the hotel to tell them to hold the limousine. Our bags and luggie still were turning lonely tours on the belt. But the arrival at the hotel really made up for all the mishap, a beautiful place <div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFdEOh-5IuWRAHRG_SK-ZsjKev7GnhLaBTq43ZVP0-rIyZs9KN_89o9p6mXKocf8HWkCt7vKqIYoxD37YPaKXnY8WB1TkrcZo6Jpdogzo0Dj2iWsmMaCUt0Cq-xvjNkzMIxk41/s640/blogger-image-2027579812.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFdEOh-5IuWRAHRG_SK-ZsjKev7GnhLaBTq43ZVP0-rIyZs9KN_89o9p6mXKocf8HWkCt7vKqIYoxD37YPaKXnY8WB1TkrcZo6Jpdogzo0Dj2iWsmMaCUt0Cq-xvjNkzMIxk41/s640/blogger-image-2027579812.jpg"></a></div>with superfriendly staff. We treated ourselves to a drink at a loungebar and had a great view over the sea and the harbour bay. Today, sunday,we took it easy we also solved the small gau...Toilet seat too low for Freddie, but I had the brilliant idea to put the luggie in front ,so he can pull himself up .....tonite we will have our special dinner, toasting the next 60 years! ...tomorrow more!</div><div>Monday..</div><div>ventured to Soller Port by shuttle, bought a perfect bag for the battery since the airline broke the case it had been packed togther with the charger and the cable..luckily the things did not get lost! we ate lunch at a little harbour restaurant where Fred orderd a dish he then claimed it was not what he ordered. Bought a straw hat, the absolute guaranty that the nice weather will be over. Had a pretty cold swim in the infinity pool and then we had our first tapa meal...absolutely to be recommended. But we dined inside,the nights are getting kind of chilly.</div><div>Tuesday</div><div>we are very lazy, actually I am waiting for the sun to come out, we had a very heavy rainfall, but in contrary to home it does not hold. So later on for a swim in the infinity pool! I took quite some pics of the hotel and the view.</div><div>Wednesday</div><div>One of my "do it yourself" days. Went with the tram to Soller. If you take the train,which is also old open waggons you can drive all the way to Palma..But I did ot want to leave Herr H. for such a longtime, so I went to Soller,just to get the hang of the ride. ....very picturesqe! a valley with little villages,lush gardens full of orange lemon and olive trees. Went to a little museum presenting Picasso and Miro exhibits, quite nice, Then I visited the cathedral, which is quite impresssive,but I liked the small church here at Soller Port better. Coming back I ran all over the port looking for a taxi stand, since the shuttle only ran two hours later.found one finally..puh! Treated myself to some spa, very relaxing! At nite we ate at the soushi lounge here at the hotel.</div><div>Thursday</div><div>Spa galore! Herr H. complained that he was stuck in the room all day.Own fault I would say if one is too sluggish to take a little initiative. We booked a table at one of the harbour restaurants, Called NuNu <div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-o8irUJooh3Q/WASF4fZ9hcI/AAAAAAAAKeY/MTgoDPbv__s/s640/blogger-image--1572342177.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-o8irUJooh3Q/WASF4fZ9hcI/AAAAAAAAKeY/MTgoDPbv__s/s640/blogger-image--1572342177.jpg"></a></div>, lovely food for me and hubby,like mostly,made the wrong choice and got moody. during the night we had quite a thunderstorm and this morning .....</div><div>friday</div><div>the sea is very rough. a pleasure cruise, quite a big boot , gave it a try, we watched it from our balcony having arough ride in the surf and then giving up and returning to the harbour with probably mostly puking passengers. </div><div>so now I will treat myself to the spa for a last time and then I will have to pack two bags with stuff,of which we at most used 2/3.</div><div><br></div><div>saturday....</div><div>I will not talk about our trip back, a delayed plane and this horrible airport at Palma. But we made it home safe and sound after a nice week, that's what counts! π<div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-Ihe4LpXxSPc/WASF196163I/AAAAAAAAKeU/HcpnccuV6P0/s640/blogger-image-1187262442.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-Ihe4LpXxSPc/WASF196163I/AAAAAAAAKeU/HcpnccuV6P0/s640/blogger-image-1187262442.jpg"></a></div></div></div><div><br></div>Land-Frauhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00001949367765387707noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24467777.post-49389554638123271722016-07-29T16:29:00.001+02:002016-07-29T16:36:41.244+02:00The Waiting Game<div><i>July 29/2016</i></div><div><i>Two close friends have been treated for cancer lately, one we buried 2 days ago. He suffered from leukemia and died within 2 months following the diagnosis.</i></div><div><i><br></i></div><div><i>The 2nd. one, a former lady riding friend of mine, had a severe accident breaking her pelvis and head over a year ago falling in her home and had been in a nursing home after her recuperation time. She had been a strong smoker and during her healing time was diagnosed with lung cancer, going through chemo and all what comes with it. I often visited with her in the nursing home, but then we had always been in her room. Yesterday, on account of the nice weather,we decided to sit in the garden and for me that really turned into the little horror picture show. Those poor desolate figures sitting around waiting fo a ridiculous game of throwing a ring into the middle of a circle, that measely,small glass of mean tasting water which was handed out (they were generous,I got one too) the leery fat man in his huge wheelchair who kept pulling stupid jokes all the time, thinking he was the bull in the ring of poor old cows....and then the 3 little ladies, sitting at the other end of our table, one pulled out a game of MENSCH ΓRGERE DICH NICHT , setting the board up and for a start dropping the little figurines to the ground, which I picked up..and then..oh horror..asked me if I would like to join in. I denied, very politely and told them that already as a kid I hated that game.</i></div><div><i>And then I told my friend I had to leave (could not stay another minute) <div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiOCcXG6jdwHiTiZOsxHfqW7h1gGHctoxx2eMVihyphenhyphenWsDjbOspk8eDykcsPVVHAmwkJ89CA25Dh7-V7qrYEV1vsP7gdLf-3WMqrwBfltlhwu1ZiZ3YAWRhPyusBlkHk4D0CY8UCE/s640/blogger-image--1138179803.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiOCcXG6jdwHiTiZOsxHfqW7h1gGHctoxx2eMVihyphenhyphenWsDjbOspk8eDykcsPVVHAmwkJ89CA25Dh7-V7qrYEV1vsP7gdLf-3WMqrwBfltlhwu1ZiZ3YAWRhPyusBlkHk4D0CY8UCE/s640/blogger-image--1138179803.jpg"></a></div>and going out I begged the Lord that I would never end up in a place like that, told him that I had not been so bad that I deserved this.</i></div><div><i>No joking, the only way you could get me into a place like that would be when I had lost my mind.</i></div>Land-Frauhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00001949367765387707noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24467777.post-46781613127667652922016-07-27T15:00:00.001+02:002016-07-27T15:00:49.395+02:00The Pride of a Nation<i>july 27/2016</i><div><i><br></i></div><div><i>Listening to the speeches at the election conventions you are confronted on the democratic side with brilliant , on the republican side with biased spiteful words, but all those speeches have one thing in common...they are full of patriotism and pride of the United States.</i></div><div><i><br></i></div><div><i>Now...I have been a child who grew up mainly after the 2nd world war and what I mostly learned about my country was that it started a war and that we have to live with and pay for a tremendous collective guilt. This, I think, is nothing to be proud of in your formative years. So over the years growing up I tried to develop myself into an openminded, interested ,unbiased individual, who started to be critical about her own country in the first place. And that brings me back to my point of viewing other countries and especially the United States.</i></div><div><i><br></i></div><div><i>O.k..America never lost a war in this and the previous century, but they have failed miserably in countries like Vietnam, Iraque and Afghanistan p.e. and they have not, till up to day managed to solve the problem with a minoity of their people whom they call african americans. The ancestors of those people have been brought to ,at that time America, against their will, have been kept as slaves and after they had been "freed" not integrated but left apart and alone without a chance to develop themselves into free people with equal rights. O.k. now you have a black president but alone the fact that he is called a "black" president speaks for itself.</i></div><div><i><br></i></div><div><i>So to be honest, I do not see a reason in this excessive pride in this country which is excercised at those conventions.</i></div><div><i> Mistakes and that goes for all over the world, should not be swept under the carpet but should teach us to strive for a better world.</i></div><div><i><br></i></div><div><i>I wish in the case of the US elections I could say...might the better one win, but I see no better one and I see one who will ruin the country and the world.</i></div><div><i><br></i></div><div><i><br></i></div>Land-Frauhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00001949367765387707noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24467777.post-70025731547442240602016-07-08T20:12:00.001+02:002016-07-08T22:04:14.676+02:00Insight of an Outsider<div><i>July 08/2016</i></div><div>I have been born an raised in Germany. As a child who had been growing up during hardship times for Germany I watched this Nazi country step by step making efforts to turn into a democracy. I was eager to experience and learn about foreign countries, their people and the way they live. I have been to the United States to different states about twenty times and everytime I had been overwhelmed by the beauty of the landscape and the friendliness of the people. Never once (except for my last trip) I met and talked to a black person face to face. Of course I saw black people in the cities, but for me they were the same like seeing an asian or east indian person. They ..for me..were Americans living in America. But then, with social media, I met a young black lady and over the years I got to know her a little bit (a lovely, brave ,bright and diligent woman) and through her made the aquaintance ( by internet) with quite a few of her black friends. And suddenly a completely different way of life and thinking opened up to me , as a matter of fact a completely different America . Up to then I had presumed people just live ,according to life standards , next to each other, but there were different neighbourhoods,different churches, different schools and even different universities. And if you looked at pictures, the crowds of people were pure black, seldom you saw a white face. And the presumed superiority of the white communities I found strange and frightening. That black people had to be afraid for their lifes and that of their children just on account of the colour of their skin in a country which called itself the "land of the free"....incomprehensable!</div><div>This really got me to thinking about the trouble boiling up right now and where the white people stand in this. There must be enough sensible white people around who would be shocked and full of compassion! </div><div>...And that brings me back to the beginning of my story. America is such a huge country and many states are just not confronted with this problem. For them it is far away like in another land. Therefore they do not think about it,let alone care. </div><div>It really appears that there are two Americas. Will they ever unite?</div><div>People will have to learn that if you cut yourself you bleed the same, black or white.</div>Land-Frauhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00001949367765387707noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24467777.post-3587897736749959802016-06-21T12:06:00.001+02:002016-06-21T12:06:19.569+02:00Just me...<i>June 21/2016</i><div><i><br></i></div><div><i>Now that's a funny story again and it only could happen to me! </i></div><div><i>Will try to start from the beginning. We have a bush next to our entrance door, ages old and interwoven by time with ivy crawling up our housewall. From one day to the other the bush died, don't ask me why. So I talked to our gardener trying to tell him what kind of replacement I wanted. Had seen a very pretty shrub in front of a house on my drive to my shopping market. To make a long story short, I thought it was a good idea to drive there and take a pic of the plant. Went there this morning ,pretty early, because I did not want people to spy me taking pics. You never know what ideas jump up in their heads. Found a good parking space right across from the bush, rolled down my car window and took my iPad to take a pic and a huge black guy in a gardener's outfit approached ,smiled and said...isn't it beautiful?...Redfaced I stuttered something about my gardener and a new bush etc, and then next to the bush a little ,hidden door opened and a somewhat at me suspicially looking guy showed up. So I did give no more explainations, only gas to get away from the place. So much for my secret action! But at least I got a pic of the bush and I only hope our gardener knows the name.<div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-JGNDm2i-12Y/V2kRmiqosZI/AAAAAAAAKCQ/vwf7nzKtUX4/s640/blogger-image--392226969.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-JGNDm2i-12Y/V2kRmiqosZI/AAAAAAAAKCQ/vwf7nzKtUX4/s640/blogger-image--392226969.jpg"></a></div></i></div>Land-Frauhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00001949367765387707noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24467777.post-60826856042679737842016-05-16T11:28:00.000+02:002016-05-16T11:31:41.958+02:00Smoke our weather in the pipe...<i>May 16/2016</i><div><i><br></i></div><div><i><br></i></div><div><i>.....and my oldest daughter and hubby are flying to California today for a WHOLE month! Wish I could drag along..sigh..but nevertheless, I wish them safe travels and lots of fun.</i></div><div><i>Landfrau is busy in the meantime baking strawberry shortcake,which is delicious but hardly touched by hubby, cooking marvelous steak to the point, he eats only half of it and n a c h o s, baked in ine oven with jalapenos and cheese sauce, nice and crusty...hmmm..jummy! which he does not even touch.</i></div><div><i>Well, my fate , my fat! π</i></div><div><i>To keep myself busy during these boring Pfingstholidays ( man! do there have to be two?) I decided to put some of my about 3 thousand pics into the computer cloud and after having finished pushed a wrong button and bingo! they doubled themselves and burst he capacity of the cloud. So the only way to get rid of the twins I tried to cancel them one by one (the only way I found - autodidact) hit a wrong button again after half way through and cancelled the whole lot, oh joy! ...</i></div><div><i>But I have one goodie to look forward to, I gifted myself with the video Purple Rain and I hope Prince will not dissapoint me and will run on our video recorder,. He better! Otherwise I shall jump from our tower! </i></div><div><i>well,maybe the sun will give it a try to peek out then I will grab my bike and leave on a tour around the world!!! ...YEAH!!!!</i></div>Land-Frauhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00001949367765387707noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24467777.post-72368128754847507122016-04-30T18:34:00.001+02:002016-05-01T10:59:55.318+02:00Home again...<i>ΓΌ.April 30/16</i><div><i><br></i></div><div><i>.......for a week now already and it seems as if we have never been gone.</i></div><div><i>The place to stay we picked on that northern island Sylt turned out to be a very good choice.</i></div><div><i>- as a matter of fact it has been perfect, a cozy,spacious room with our own porch..with a beach basket! <div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-PQu2ROPBJlg/VyTh1EYCviI/AAAAAAAAI9k/BjDbN6o9yPs/s640/blogger-image--1582287011.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-PQu2ROPBJlg/VyTh1EYCviI/AAAAAAAAI9k/BjDbN6o9yPs/s640/blogger-image--1582287011.jpg"></a></div>( very much favoured in german coastal resorts) we even could make use of when the sun decided to peek out! ,good food, nice ambiente and superfriendly service. We has the view upon a little sportsharbor and the sea. It had not been the open seaside, with the rough surf and the dunes and the sand, but we had the advantage of watching the turning of the tide. We flew by Air Berlin and the handicap sevice for Herr H. worked very well, I managed to handle our 2 pieces of luggage and the handluggage, I am developping routine! The flying time had been under one hour, beats travelling by car by far! We made the wise decision to send the scooter per freight, so it awaited us at the hotel and Herr H. could move around like speedy Gonzales right away. Of course it is not laid out for distances 6 km/h) so we had been confined to the hotel radius, but I rented an ebike for one day and made a big tour which I named nature and culture. I visited a very old church (12th century) an old frisian home, equipped with furniture and all, very neat! and of course I had to see the open sea and the big dunes. Left my bike at a parking spot for bikes and got a fit when I came back and the key did not work only to find out that out of the three bikes parked at that huge lot I had picked the wrong bike. Very embarassing and I was happy the owner did not show up, he must have taken me for a bike robber! π...</i></div><div><i>Days passed real fast, I spent quite some time in the wellness section, had massages, took my daily hour of swimming, so I could feast on the good food in the evening without regret.-</i></div><div><i>oh yes,lol...there was that one time when the spa lady and myself tried to help hubby into the whirlpool, we hang onto him when he started to slip like a slippery fish on the steps and we barely managed to hold him, so the pool and whirlpool were an out for him, a real shame, but a broken hip would have been worse!</i></div><div><i>Flight home went without complications and we had a sweet taxi driver who even carried our bags into the house.</i></div><div><i><br></i></div><div><i>I think we will be back to that place and maybe next time it will be a bit warmer.Up there north it's even more ice age than around here. 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Herr H. is getting a new mattress. The occasion to do a thouroughly cleaning of his bedroom. ...and I made a horrid discovery. There has been a dead person under the bed, all turned to dust. I somehow had a hunch that the person I am living with is not my husband....</i></div><div><i> </i></div><div><i> Fred is dead</i></div><div><i> He turned to dust</i></div><div><i> Under his bed</i></div><div><i><br></i></div><div><i>That, of course explains some things!</i></div><div><i><br></i></div><div><i><br></i></div><div><i><br></i></div><div><i><br></i></div><br><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgXrO4h2tL0DZIsnooZPUCVQjbOu5nzW39iX2IBgbcr1HvvzNI_AgPLfbOuSXqfZEZKXaTAm7dhNOLMdYL17KwmKoXzC2vm4B0OTDF9-p5x4xd6PjYLVTRmGJRxdvcB74j1ZzVo/s640/blogger-image--290579756.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgXrO4h2tL0DZIsnooZPUCVQjbOu5nzW39iX2IBgbcr1HvvzNI_AgPLfbOuSXqfZEZKXaTAm7dhNOLMdYL17KwmKoXzC2vm4B0OTDF9-p5x4xd6PjYLVTRmGJRxdvcB74j1ZzVo/s640/blogger-image--290579756.jpg"></a></div>Land-Frauhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00001949367765387707noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24467777.post-3318872762429280322016-03-02T11:44:00.001+01:002016-03-02T14:27:50.808+01:00Trump the Trump<i>March 2/2016...10:50 a.m</i><div><i><br></i></div><div><i>The other day I wrote a post in my fb account about stopping to make fun of Trump, because the laughter might get stuck in your throat. Well, after "super tuesday" it is more and more obvious that Trump only can get stopped by Trump. The blind ,for him cheering lemmings can not be conviced how dangerous this person really is and that he could destroy America and the rest of the world with his unpredictability.</i></div><div><i><br></i></div><div><i>In 2004 we had been travelling South Dakota. Why for heavens sake S.D. you might ask. Well, one simple reason..I wanted to see the run of the buffaloes! A tremendous spectacle and we did not regret to have seen it! Why I mention that in connection with Trump? Let me explain.....</i></div><div><i>We left the guest farm where we stayed, supplied by our lovely hosts with blankets, folding chairs ,food and hot coffee , very early, it had been still dark and pretty fresh, mind you fall! As we arrived at the gate of the national park and the premises of the buffalo run we almost keeled over backwards...hundreds of people crowding around behind the mashed wire fence...it had been like a big open air party, which in a way it was. But let me get to the point. Of course we got talking to the people around us and after they found out we came from Germany they asked us all kind of ,some of them very odd, questions. But the winner was this inquiry: DO YOU STILL DRIVE OXCARTS IN GERMANY? ...No, this had not been a joke!</i></div><div><i><br></i></div><div><i>Now multiply this by millions and there you have Trump's followers. These people are simpleminded and ignorant. Globality for them is like chinese language and they do not know about Europe and the rest of the world. Their little world ends at their nicely painted fence and this is the world Trump promises them to safeguard. </i></div><div><i><br></i></div><div><i>So, my dear friends, it is about time to wake up, do not ridicule Trump, take him serious and fight him.</i></div><div><i><br></i></div><div><i>For the sake of America and the rest of the world.!</i></div><div><br></div><div><div><i><br></i></div></div>Land-Frauhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00001949367765387707noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24467777.post-9502220649627650472016-02-12T07:19:00.001+01:002016-02-12T07:30:44.425+01:00Not Doomed Yet<i>February 12/16</i><div><i><br></i></div><div><i>One person in 100 000 has an allergic reaction to the nuclear injection for the cintigrafie. Three guesses who that person is...me! But the good news, the results of the test have been negative..big breath of relief! Already had made plans how to manage my life if the outcome had been bad, well..those I put on ice for times to come.</i></div><div><i>By the way, drinking 2 ltrs. of water within 2 hours is pure water torture and after that you piss radioactive on account of the stuff which runs in your venes.Weird!</i></div>Land-Frauhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00001949367765387707noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24467777.post-79885634084323532012016-02-07T14:06:00.001+01:002016-02-07T14:06:17.054+01:00Fuck The GenesFebruary 7/2016<div><br></div><div><i>So my doc is sending me to a "nuclear" test which lasts for 3 hours and tells me not to worry. And guess who runs home and starts googling? ..right! Landfrau! I know what my brother died from and now of course I think I might be doomed. Well, I have the age and you have to die of something one day eventually. That is a fact. Do I worry? I do!</i><br><div><br></div></div>Land-Frauhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00001949367765387707noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24467777.post-20663602495814125522016-01-01T11:29:00.001+01:002016-01-01T11:29:35.772+01:00Happy New Year!<i>January 1/16</i><div><i><br></i></div><div><i>Hey you...new year! what do you have in store for us?</i></div><br><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-ComGz_bgtcg/VoZVDdy1u_I/AAAAAAAAIf8/fmXKB76f3PU/s640/blogger-image-1251145354.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-ComGz_bgtcg/VoZVDdy1u_I/AAAAAAAAIf8/fmXKB76f3PU/s640/blogger-image-1251145354.jpg"></a></div>Land-Frauhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00001949367765387707noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24467777.post-34457004691512176252015-12-25T08:31:00.001+01:002015-12-25T08:31:14.805+01:00Merry Christmas!<br><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgI-eFUPLkH_Gjlontz_AzG9r5AV6iUz9dAKWY2fdy3wKLbtYzAIW4TYibw0tC1MMSMBuhYwbBz06mrlfMJM_lbVipsyeesWAJnIxj_ijK6LDEt9UZVR8xXZZW-LUFUwsoOLC1k/s640/blogger-image-1755505689.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgI-eFUPLkH_Gjlontz_AzG9r5AV6iUz9dAKWY2fdy3wKLbtYzAIW4TYibw0tC1MMSMBuhYwbBz06mrlfMJM_lbVipsyeesWAJnIxj_ijK6LDEt9UZVR8xXZZW-LUFUwsoOLC1k/s640/blogger-image-1755505689.jpg"></a></div>Land-Frauhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00001949367765387707noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24467777.post-29615440608568152862015-12-20T13:45:00.001+01:002015-12-20T19:46:03.480+01:00Mean jerk in supermarket<div>December 20/2015</div><div><br></div><div>Yesterday I had an encounter with a mean,ugly..ugh..jerk at the supermarket.Leaving the store the guy was in front of me,so passing him I hissed SANTA WILL BRING YOU NO PRESENTS and ran awyay giggling, watching him turn into Rumpelstiltzchen.<a href="https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Rumpelstiltskin" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;">https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Rumpelstiltskin</a></div><div><br></div><div>Really, some people should be shot to the moon. If I would have answered this douchebag the way I would have liked to,he probably would have sued me. So I preferred the funny version,which worked better! ..lolol....<div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJ88HI8MI6_-mtkdi0Pkg3UIZFbG4pn2WKHY28BTHzYfTVgeT2159DLS-Vd1W9Lqwt6pKOqejpBSjQSIm5wknWoqaEwsEFsB9Th7q-Q42A06GJHeOlPRzuFzGJvU0HGkk0AzD2/s640/blogger-image--21806858.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJ88HI8MI6_-mtkdi0Pkg3UIZFbG4pn2WKHY28BTHzYfTVgeT2159DLS-Vd1W9Lqwt6pKOqejpBSjQSIm5wknWoqaEwsEFsB9Th7q-Q42A06GJHeOlPRzuFzGJvU0HGkk0AzD2/s640/blogger-image--21806858.jpg"></a></div></div><div><br></div>Land-Frauhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00001949367765387707noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24467777.post-10299709064635055512015-12-04T19:24:00.001+01:002015-12-04T19:24:27.970+01:00oh joyful xmas time!<i>December 4/2015</i><div><i><br></i></div><div><i>So a brandnew supermarket opened up in the next village and after the advertising it must be next to heaven. Landfrau,bitten a little bit by curiosity, ventured there today and without being mean, the place is a showpiece, although much too big for everyday shopping. I will stick to the tiny one in the neighbourhood, fast in..fast out.</i></div><div><i>But at the cashier counter they have to improve. I put all my stuff on the belt, paid and while checking on my content found two items missisg. They had not been billed, but I wanted them,otherwise I would not have bought them. So I returned to the counter and the lady next in line after me just was whining that she had items not belonging to her. Now that steamed me up and I spit at her that these were mine and if she would have been smart enough to put that partition stick-thing there would have been no mixup. I had to wait till all their goods had been run through to pay for my addidtional items and at home I noticed that I got billed one item twice and a bottle of wine still must have joined the heap, of the stupid woman, fortunately not on my bill. quite a successful shopping trip...and to boot I got stuck in the traffic!</i></div>Land-Frauhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00001949367765387707noreply@blogger.com0