vrijdag, juni 30, 2006
The picture is just because I love it and I hadn't posted a picture the last two long entries either..
My magazine is on its way to Gina (Never realised mags are so heavy.) And my package for the blogbagswap was finished this morning. I used the trusted 'when in doubt leave it a while' method and found myself back in love after a few days. It is not perfect by any means but I had so much fun making it and I think that shows!
Mijk ( I will blog about it when it reaches austria!)
woensdag, juni 28, 2006
experimenting in dutch
A while ago susan were curious about my ' voice ' in dutch. And I read some very funny googletranslations recently. So I post a column I wrote recently in dutch and will verify what google makes or it!
About fourteen months suffered wrote I my first column after my pregnancy leave. He did not concern hard news because I still floated in the small wereldje of new life. At this moment I resist approximately on the same point. The world is just as very small. No new baby, no sickness or other large trouble. Simply the small things of all day with a peuter and a small child in house. Yes, a small child, my small boy have gone for three weeks to school. A another rhythm, a another diagram and an endless flow for which asks. Why people die in fact, mummy? during potato peels. The baby ongemerkt a peuter has become. Them talks still but little but can lie scream sticking out on the ground. And yielded or what is suffered they go doorslapen and then my believe lijf in this at last (and not whole independent three times per night awake became) came there an enormous flow onvermoedde fatigue started separately. Therefore at the moment my indignation has been house-enjoyed exclusive for. The news does not captivate me this way. Of course I look at making of it also as Hirsi Ali and Verdonk their toneelstuk still absurder. As a response I did not come further than that I find it on its gentle said strange that a maintaining seems geacepteerd become which actually means on: "he started and I beat him on its head because he my car made piece, but that he not at all made piece that he only said, thus am it am debt that I on its head beat." According to me it is no wonder that Wouter bunch and Femke Halsema here most critical are, which hears this type peuterlogica also more often. The new school takes along its own new day rhythm with itself and that has not yet crept in. Gistermiddag on the school square hunted adrenalin all of a sudden by my lijf then I eventjes of convinced there were that I somewhere forget my little girl were. I did not have its indeed at me. Them zat safely on the creche, were, as it happens, my working day. She can then simply to the creche up to 6 hours. School closes the poort already for the quarter concerning three. The after-school relief has a guard list and I found still a new group, however, what much of good. Three times in the week remain, must I already regularly defend. Fortunately my work is in a flexible way enough simply after reading Pinkeltje still even further go. Thus I stared yesterday after I had promised the opmaker overmoedig that it there at nine o'clock its to an empty baffle. Permanently of plan no column to write concerning the fact that I submit none for a column can find. At ten o'clock I have given it up, I found simply nowhere something of. It is now twenty concerning nine in the morning for the looks at teletubbies and I tik nevertheless a column concerning my huiselijke life with two children and a small part-time job. That is, as it happens, however, highest current! I read vanmorgen in the newspaper that the FNV finds that I more must will work because there are too few children and it wants CNV do our 10,000 euro gift in the life course pot if we get there still. I thought two things: you can, however, see who of the two trade union Presidents there young children has and over 3 hours I must be again on school. Someone leaves that firstly regulate! Mijk
I no it's too long so you probably wont't reach the bottom! But well it made me laugh!
Zo’n veertien maanden geleden schreef ik mijn eerste column na mijn zwangerschapsverlof. Hij ging niet over hard nieuws want ik zweefde nog in het kleine wereldje van nieuw leven. Op dit moment sta ik weer ongeveer op hetzelfde punt. De wereld is even heel klein. Geen nieuwe baby, geen ziekte of andere grote narigheid. Gewoon de kleine dingen van alle dag met een peuter en een kleuter in huis. Ja, een kleuter, mijn kleine jongen gaat sinds drie weken naar school. Een ander ritme, een ander schema en een eindeloze stroom waarom vragen. “Waarom gaan mensen eigenlijk dood, mama?’ tijdens het aardappelschillen. De baby is ongemerkt een peuter geworden. Ze praat nog maar weinig maar kan uitstekend op de grond liggen gillen. En week of wat geleden is ze gaan doorslapen en toen mijn lijf daar eindelijk in begon te geloven (en niet geheel zelfstandig drie keer per nacht wakker werd) kwam er een enorme stroom onvermoedde vermoeidheid los.
Dus op het moment is mijn verontwaardiging weer exclusief voor huisgenoten. Het nieuws boeit me niet zo. Natuurlijk kijk ik er ook van op als Hirsi Ali en Verdonk hun toneelstuk nog absurder maken. Als reactie kwam ik niet verder dan dat ik het op zijn zachts gezegd vreemd vind dat een verdediging geacepteerd lijkt te worden die feitelijk neerkomt op: “Hij begon en ik sloeg hem op zijn hoofd omdat hij mijn auto stuk maakte, maar die maakte hij helemaal niet stuk, dat zei hij alleen, dus is het zijn schuld dat ik op zijn hoofd sloeg.”
Volgens mij is het geen wonder dat Wouter Bos en Femke Halsema hier het meest kritisch zijn, die horen dit soort peuterlogica ook wel vaker.
De nieuwe school neemt zijn eigen nieuwe dagritme met zich mee en dat is er nog niet ingeslopen. Gistermiddag op het schoolplein joeg de adrenaline ineens door mijn lijf toen ik er eventjes van overtuigd was dat ik mijn meisje ergens vergeten was. Ik had haar inderdaad niet bij me. Ze zat veilig op de creche, het was namelijk mijn werkdag. Zij mag dan gewoon naar de creche tot 6 uur. School sluit de poort al om kwart over drie. De Naschoolse Opvang heeft een wachtlijst en ik vond nog een nieuwe groep wel wat veel van het goede. Het drie keer in de week overblijven, moet ik al regelmatig verdedigen. Gelukkig is mijn werk flexibel genoeg om gewoon na het voorlezen van Pinkeltje nog even verder te gaan.
Dus staarde ik gisteren nadat ik de opmaker overmoedig had beloofd dat het er om negen uur zou zijn naar een leeg scherm. Vast van plan geen column te schrijven over het feit dat ik geen onderwerp voor een column kan vinden. Om tien uur heb ik het opgegeven, ik vond gewoon nergens iets van. Het is nu twintig over negen ’s morgens de dochter kijkt teletubbies en ik tik toch een column over mijn huiselijke leven met twee kinderen en een kleine deeltijdbaan. Dat is namelijk wel hoogst actueel! Ik las vanmorgen in de krant dat de FNV vind dat ik meer moet gaan werken omdat er te weinig kinderen zijn en het CNV wil ons 10.000 euro cadeau doen in de levenslooppot als we er nog een krijgen. Ik dacht twee dingen: je kunt wel zien wie van de twee vakbondsvoorzitters er jonge kinderen heeft en over 3 uur moet ik alweer op school zijn. Laat iemand dat eerst maar eens regelen!
dinsdag, juni 27, 2006
How totally gorgeous is this and practical I mean to get something that combines the two is unfortunately pretty rare:Of courseI couln't wait for the guests to leave so I could start organising..
The lovely pincushion is made by autum and in the left uppersection you can see my brand new rotarycutter that I got from my mil. I so have to work because I'm close to deadlines and summer set in full force so it seems I have to write the whole damned thing by myself. I just want to sew...
*Edited to add"I know I should've used organised in the loostest sense of the way I did it during the match and whave been working ever since... *
zondag, juni 25, 2006
zaterdag, juni 24, 2006
Because I'm a woman I'm now obliged to tell you why my husband is a wonderful man. (Although I did find an attorney who promised me he would've kept me out of jail if I had drowned him, Autum and the attorney was a MAN!)
Anyway I made a list (especially for Amy)
Eleven reasons to keep the love of my life in my life
1 He is a domestic God. He cooks, he cleans, he irons, he folds laundry way better then I.
2 Not only does he have a great sense of humor. He can laugh at himself (even when I was talking to the attorney above...)
3 He talks to animals. Really. On our honeymoon he had a great conversation with a Moose and he once rescued a lost babyduck in the middle of the night by mimicking it's sound until the little baby trusted him enough to follow him 20 meters to his mum.. All the time he made this babyduck sounds..
4 He believes in me like no-one else in the world and that includes me.
5 When he watches his favourite comedies, again, he starts laughing way before the joke. Watching him watching Fawlty Towers makes my heart flutter and my bladder bursting..
6 He educates all the new fathers at work on breastfeeding and he knows his stuff..
7 He recovered from severe depression and talks about it openly in case someone needs to hear it..
8 His mum already had a son didn't expect a third son so decided that she would do all the girlie things with son number 2. which resulted in reason number 1 and him saying: 'if you want to learn to knit I can teach you,' last week..
9 He has puppiebrown eyes
10 when we bought this house it was new I was 35 weeks pregnant and the garden was mud and weeds. He depressed as hell promised me he would build me a rosegarden and this pictures I made this morning
11 When he would read this list he would insist on me saying he is all that and a manly, cool, tough and sexy guy and he is..He actually IS a rocket scientist (sort of)
donderdag, juni 22, 2006
When I wanted to brush sons teeth he decided to play Superman.. And started jumping and yes. Hit his cheek againts the bath.. So the next three quarter of an hour I spent holding an ice compress on a blue cheek and then I went downstairs to have a fight with husbands centering around me saying he acts like my dad and he replying that that might be so but that I acted as a kid.. The sad truth is we are both right so we've got something to work on.. In the background some people footballed and there wasn't even a goal..
Today I still feel sad and down and I decided to craft despite knowing this to be stupid. So I tried to fix a designproblem on my finished bag for Claudia and I ruined it... and I cried like a baby.. Because of course that would happen..
I know it will look better tomorrow.and I will still send the bag and she will see the effort but something I was really proud of but wanted to be even better now is something that hurts because I was to stubborn to outsit a shitty day..
It doesn't really make any sense to me either but I can't find more adequate words.
PS And the birth day situation is all my own fault I always forget to send cards and haven't celebrated my birthday in 10 years and still I do feel sad that day when noone jumps from behind the couch. Parent and in laws will be here the weekend.. and mom promised a suprprisegift
PS. 2 I forgot my coffeemachine broke down the morning of my birthday
Ps.3 I might call the lovely lady mentioned in number 12..
pS. 4 I missed out on the wee wonderfulls booklet.. I think I just give upt his week..
woensdag, juni 21, 2006
dinsdag, juni 20, 2006
2. I am a coffee-addict.
3.I wore my first pair of jeans when I was 11.
4 I've spent my childhood wearing skirts and climbing trees.
5. I'm growing my hair for the first time in my life.
6. I've been a scout since I was 7 .
7. My husband has been scouting all his life as well.
8. I've been with this man for more than half my life.
9. I've got a an almost 8 year old Large Munsterlander.
10. I don't have a driverslicense.
11. I can do all our grocery weekend shopping on my bike and take my children with me.
12. I've seen a therapist for a while and it worked wonders.
13. I'm a daddy girl and so is my daughter.
14. My eyes are green.
15. I'm allergic for most synthetic fabrics.
17. I love red meat.
18.I get seriously grumpy without my morningpaper.
19. I'm an editor for a churchpaper.
20. I love beer.
21. Before I had children I occasionally smoked a cigar but never smoked anything else.
22. My favourite colour has been green for a long long time but I seem to be shifting to orange. 23. I'm an anglophile.
24. I love chips with mayonnaise.
25. I'm chaotic in everything that I do.
26. And I love order.
27. I love to sing although I'm not good at it.
28. I love to read. I've got a big love for children's books.
29. I always wanted 3 children . Having 2 I think we're complete.
30 My birthday is on the longest day of the year.
31. I will be 31 years old tomorrow.
maandag, juni 19, 2006
I've just bought my mag for cottonstrudels magazineswap. I think that's a fab idea. This swap is about new mags but it might be fun to do a recycle one in a couple of months.. don't you think? just to exchange one pile of old magazines for a new pile of old magzines
Further more Amy and Erin have made mailed and blogged their bags for the blogbagswap. They are better than me! You can see the bags here and here!
My mailbox was full with gorgeous stuff. I owe you a picture of my icecreamnecklace from pancake meow! It's so gorgeous I have had comments about it all the time and my daughter wants to seriously eat it! I was lucky enough to place my order before she got seriously popular but it is so worth the wait! Not typically gorgeous but very special to my heart was the enormous roll of freezerpaper Erin send me. I think I can make t shirts for my grandchildren with that roll! I 've tried it but am perfecting my design and cuttingskills before I show you! Erin this was so sweet of you and it is as much fun as I hoped. Thank you so much....
A couple of weeks ago I was going to shut down the computer before going to bed and as you do i surfed just for 2 minutes. Then I saw this.... I'm so happy with my personalized labels.. Jojo makes the most beautiful things here is proof.
I Have sanned mine but blogger seems a bit insulted by my pictures... It won't have them!
Further more boy is in for his second week of schools and it is heaven. He is happy tantrumfree and so eager to learn. He was a difficult child the last months. He must've been so bored..
vrijdag, juni 16, 2006
I'm not able to post pictures of my worksapce at the moment because husband 's got the big camera and the small workone is at the shop being mended.. So I scanned a small section of the thing I'm working on.. I'll post my ROOD Post today and I will ramble a lot about life a kid in school and football later on ;-) So stay tuned OH and I have to do THANK YOUS!
donderdag, juni 15, 2006
woensdag, juni 14, 2006
dinsdag, juni 13, 2006
maandag, juni 12, 2006
zondag, juni 11, 2006
four! That is seriously big. (and this feels like yesterday so when did this all happen?) And tomorrow he will be going to school. And I have this stone in my stomach.. I will blog more later but life has been very hectic I had my mil for 2 nights and my mom staying after that and now I can't find a thing in the house. Life is good here. The sun shines and in 3 hours and our first worldcup match is on.. (I do love these tournaments. I've been nervous since I woke up this morning, so silly)
Oh my boy chose the beachtheme for his cake. The sides fell apart because my normal fillingmix wasn't available and this was a bit too moist. I t was very tasty though and the top looks ok. Especially since I finished it after midnight!
zondag, juni 04, 2006
I just realized Yyu hadn't seen the goodies I got from Singapore. I sent some Nijntje stuff too Li and she got me fabric. The fish one will be a floorcushion for my sons room. The yellow one will be used in a bonnet (Amy style) for daughter and the red one I so want to make into a skirt for myself but I don't know If I can do it.. Leaves only the green flowery one to think about. Thanks Li!
She includes some interesting looking food that intrigued my husband no end.. Which is good because he started questioning the need for more fabric ...
donderdag, juni 01, 2006
and I shouldn't post it here because it is a surprise. ANNE-MARIE NIET VERDER LEZEN! Knowing this dear friend she will probably read on anyway.. But I warned her.. Do you know that feeling that you feel a bit out of touch with your own life and people tell you it isn't that bad? Well, here it probably is that bad. Because two of my dearest girlfriends wrote me an e-mail basically asking if I still liked them or that I might want to play with you more often. Well I kinda like you readers here but these friends rock. We met on a bulletinboard when tryiong for a baby (Not an easy journey for some of us) started private e-mails and we now write ever day for the last 5 years, and have met on may happy occasions. Exept I was withdrawing and even forgot birhthdays. Meike turned 4 on the 4th of may. I so remember holding her in my arms smelling her while she searched for my breast (I leaked so much) In my belly was my own firstborn to be. Between that day and 5 weeks I would be a mom myself. She was gorgeous..
She is a girly girl and I decided she needs a bag. If she is anything like her mom she need more than one bag for shopping. So here it finally is.. ( I didn't really forget wanted to do something special and ended up doing nothing..BAD habit) The roses are from a swap with autum the strawberrybit (which is a little pocket comes from megan and the rickrack and daisy's are of the creative little daisy again the rest is from my stash it was a true use what you have project) Of course the son wants a bag now too..I'm most proud of the fact that the daisies and rickrack match up either side. That was a true miracle.. Improvement at last. The letters are a bit wobbly but I kind of like it myself.. (Meike is pronounced the same as Mijke so I could keep it ;-)