Month: September 2016

British (fake) politeness

Recently someone answered to a post (can’t even recall the original post), that he/she is sick of the fake British politeness!

I was a bit taken aback, to be honest.

One of the reasons why I always wanted to come and live in the UK was because everyone here is so friendly and polite. Of course there are exceptions, but so what?

To get to the point:

I rather live in a land who fake their politeness then to constantly bump into a..holes!!! Who cares whether their politeness is true or not?

As long I get a reply to my “hello” (from strangers) or a “how are you?” I am fine because it makes me feel good inside, it puts a smile on my lips especially when I had a bad day. Such things can lighten up your mood!

I lived in two countries where the majority of people where quite rude and am glad to be here now!

If more people would get their act together and act a bit more polite, it would help make the world a bit better, don’t you think?

Franky

 

I used to be rock ‘n roll….

now I am a boring house wife!!!

AND I DON’T LIKE IT!!!

I used to be the girl with the nose so high in the clouds,  she could barely see the ground!

I used to be a girl who looked very innocent but shouldn’t be underestimated!

I used to be a very wild child… quiet… who didn’t look for action, but when someone inflicted it, this girl used to have a big mouth and quick fists!

But that was in an ancient  time when said girl didn’t have 2 or even 4 children. When the girl was still independent, bought the world and had only herself to look after!

The girl decided it is time for children. Which she didn’t regret but she didn’t think about that the older the wee ones get, the more they cost!!!

Instead of… partying hard at the weekend until she and her friends where friendly asked by staff to leave, boarding planes to go shopping abroad, going somewhere and turning up days later without knowing what happened, deciding from one second to the other to get a new tattoo… this girl became a mommy and with being a mommy comes a lot of responsibility!

But I tell you what:

Though this girl should know better, she REFUSES, YES  R.E.F.U.S.E.S  to grow up!

I WILL take my old life back! Maybe I don’t run as wild as I used to, but I will be rock ‘n roll again!

It is just a matter of time!

Franky

 

Film “Suicide Squad”

WARNING: If you haven’t seen the film yet, do not read further as I reveal a tiny bit of it!

 

 

Past weekend I watched “Suicide Squad” with my son and I must say, it was awesome!

My favourite characters was  the couple Harley Quinn and Joker!

Oh what for a crazy love! How he torturers her first to bring her somehow to his level (at least I had the impression) and wants her to die for him and she gladly agrees to it!

That’s what we all want, isn’t it?

Someone who would do anything for us. Who loves us whatever what… with all our imperfections.

The film was so good, I know I will watch it again and again and again…

Franky

Another year, another cake

It is time again! I have to bake!

I am a terrible baker!!! I hate baking! The dough is flying around my ears, flour covers all cupboards, I ran around the kitchen in search for ingredients I never heard of before but bought them, just forgot where they are…

If I am lucky, very lucky and stick exactly to a recipe, my cake looks like it should on the picture and even tastes as good as promised!

Like I said, when I am lucky. When I am unlucky, not even the cat wants to eat my creations!

But I have to bake every now and again.

To special occasions.

Tomorrows special occasion is my sons 15th birthday and when I asked, if he wants a cake (my hopes where still high that he would say “no mommy, don’t bother! Don’t put yourself through horrendous hours of baking, I know you love me anyway!), of course he said “yes”!

Can you believe it?! He said YES. Pfffffft. I know he did that on purpose and surely was grinning behind my back!

Fine, I bought all the weird sounding things I needed to bake a vegan gluten but hopefully not taste free chocolate cake tomorrow!

Keep your fingers crossed, wish me luck or dance around in a circle for as long as it takes to send me good vibes!

Franky

 

Thoughts on the one word prompt “cake”

https://dailypost.wordpress.com/prompts/cake/

The simplicity of life

I think I am turning into a modern sort of hippie!

It started with my clothes. I binned or sold all clothes I didn’t wear the past year. I looked in my cupboard and drawer and felt this unease… there was so much… it was so full and I didn’t like the look of it. I even sold some of my running gear!

I did the same with rest of my families belongings, though I had to be quick so they wouldn’t find out or realize something is missing!

Then there was the issue that we spend a lot for groceries. So to maintain a healthy life style, I stopped buying processed food and went back to veg and fruit only. No meat and sweets only on our shitty Fridays.

Yes, I often get long faces when they come home to see what their beloved mother and wife created (with all her love) for a lovely veggie dinner. But hey ho, I know when they are grown up they will be thankful that I didn’t listen to their insults of calling me a bad mommy who doesn’t want to feed them proper food! THAT IS OKAY!!!

And if I could, I would grow my own veg which brings me to the next point:

I would like nothing more than to  own a house. We decided to buy on the Isle of Arran which is very beautiful. My only fear is, that I won’t have my grand babies around. Let’s face it, most of the young people go to the mainland to learn something proper, go to college or university. Not many come back because living on the island/make a living is mostly tourism and farming… but you can’t have it all, can you?

Even my thoughts changed somehow. Many years ago I couldn’t imagine myself in a small place, I loved big cities, the anonymity… now I wish nothing more to live in the countryside and know every person I would pass and say “hello” to.

I would like to keep everything as simple as possible…. there is a reason why people from the 50s where the happiest. Life was easier, people carefree… money probably not that important.

It is funny how we change the older we get…

But who knows what my thoughts will be in a years time???

Franky

Quit before it even started!!!

For the first timer ever, I quit!

A couple of days ago, I finally made up my mind whether to do the hardmoors60 race or not.

For those who don’t know what the hardmoors60 is:

It is a 60 mile trail race along the Cleveland Way from Guisborough to Filey in the beautiful Yorkshire moors in the UK.

Anyway:

I woke up one morning and the urge to run further and further to push harder after a bad run, was gone. Just gone! And no matter what I did to get my running mojo back, from doing longer runs, shorter runs, road runs, different routes, running without gadgets, trying other sports, till rest and doing nothing at all…. nothing helped and my mojo remains with someone else, stomping the trails.

A lost mojo and constant little niggles here and there interfered my training so much that I didn’t think it is a wise idea to meet the others along with my husband at the start line.

It is not that I was totally lazy the past weeks, I did or at least tried a bit of running here and there and even started with hill reps (which surprisingly I really enjoy but have to stop me at some point otherwise I would have really sore knees afterwards) plus daily kettle bell sessions kept me going.

The only good thing is, I don’t even feel disappointed because I gave up/ cancelled/quit before it even started. To say it is a relieve is also not quite right, I am just fine with myself and my decision.

However, at the end of this month is another marathon in the Yorkshire Dales which I am looking forward to! Then there will be a long time nothing and on January 1st is a hardmoors30 miler, also fine with me!

I wonder…. if I am fine with a marathon and a 30 miler, maybe it was the distance I was secretly afraid  of and didn’t realize? Who knows…..

Franky