Sick before stress together with plaster

I was having a bad cold. Isn't over yet. My nose was running faster my legs could walk. My coughing rearranged the furniture so hard was my blow.
Everything hurts, specially around my chest. I've had a few nights I left the bedroom so to avoid waking up my dear one. Had it bad.

Tomorrow and the day after tomorrow (there is a film title in here somewhere) I've got job interviews. The one on Wednesday has received blessing from far away. So I'm counting on getting that one. and tomorrow is just an exercise for Wednesday.

I have been reading some of the things I have written, in the recent past. I'm amazing y'know. (LOL) I wonder how I will do in the future. /me complements /me
If there is a fire, will I add a log or leave it to die? Either way. It's warm now.
The above is prolly a total mystery for ya, so it should be. Some mysteries should be just like that.

Something completely different.
My oldest grandson (5yo) has got one leg in plaster. One of his 'friends' pushed him of his bike. That must have hurt like hell, total hell. It was his lower right leg. Nonetheless, the kid is just like his dad, a small expression on his face shows he's hurting but he doesn't say it out loud.
The end of this week he get's a different type of plaster and they have gotten him a kiddy wheelchair since he can't walk and for the time being the leg must be in an upwards position. Strong kid.

Menu: Brick and sliced ham

Ever so often my wife allows me to cook. Though she likes my cooking she always has remarks on how I leave the kitchen behind when I am done. For some reason it resembles a warzone afterwards. Naturaly I clean up the next day but most of the time I'm to late with that, she did the cleaning already.

Yesterday she had pulled a (one inch) slice of ham out of the fridge so with a smile I offered my magic cooking services to prepare that.

Had me a big cooking pan on the fire with some oil in it and dropped the slice in it. I didn't want it to bake too fast or else the meat would become dry so turned down the heat and drank some coffee.

Looked into the pan and the ham was nice and brown on one side but the beast was all curled up. After turning it over I tried to push it down but that didn't work.

My wife was sitting on the couch and looked puzzled when I went into the garden and came back with a big brick.

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Cleaned it and wrapped tin foil around it. My wife stood up from the couch and looked into the kitchen to see the weird things I was doing.

Placed the wrapped brick onto the ham slice and continued cooking. The eyes of my wife appeared to pop out.

The result was a perfectly cooked thick piece of ham.

Tasted good.

For once I threw the brick back into the garden immediately after use. My kitchen cleaning job for that day was done.

Pathetic looser

I was writing a piece for this blog, in relation with my secondlife experience, revealing what a pathetic looser I am.
Now, the fact that I am a pathetic looser should remain a closely guarded secret.

So, instead I have cleaned up my blog a bit and made this entry.

Long voyage South and back

As announced yesterday I went towards a jobinterview today. Packed my backpack with some food and drinks, a bundle of useful papers and my wife had prepared me a suit to wear. The planner on the internet told me it should be a 2:20h trip, and since I have a floating car (not farting) I name it a voyage. Left with a 40 minutes reserve. Sufficient to tackle most unexpected problems during the voyage.

The voyage went just perfect. I was well ahead of time and the most jam-packed town (Zwolle) had been taken so I took me some time for a cop of coffee at a truckstop. Bought a present for someone dear.

Just after Arnhem, back on the A50, complete gridlock for about 30 minutes. Just after that another traffic-jam and nearing South it was back bumper-to-bumper. Gave me a good chance to make a call telling I would be about 20 minutes late.

That estimate was just about perfect. 20 minutes late.

The interview went good however they were quite clear they were willing to hire me provided they wouldn't have to pay for me for half a year. My competition would be a fresh from HighSchool kid. I tried to make clear that, er, that's not a fair comparisation. Decided I would pull as much info from that consultancy firm as possible and ponder on it for a while.

After the interview I went to a dear friend of mine I have never seen before, christinA. My mission was to hand out hugs from across the ocean (Zoë). I added some of my own. I was offered a sandwich and a few good cups of coffee. We have talked and shared well over two hours. Oh, and I gave her the present, a white cuddly bear cub. Thank you for your warm welcome and when I'm near I'll drop by again furrsure.

The way back went much faster, no traffic-jams this time. But I have seen TWO C6 Citroëns! Alive and floating! (<sniff> I want one, just one<sniff>)

At home I noticed my backpack was wet. No so strange as it has been raining all day but, er, turned out my drinks were spilled all over the inside of my backpack.

I'll write a rejection note for the job tomorrow.

Wish me luck

Got a job-interview tomorrow. However it's a two and a half hour drive away from here so I'm not looking forward to it, the long drive that is. It's a consultancy-firm that operates all over The Netherlands and perhaps they have got something useful for me to do.

My last two interviews didn't work out. For the one they felt I was over-qualified and the other went completely bad, so bad I send them a ty note.

Could do with a break now. I mean, a good bottle of luck, so pls gimme some now.

Time, time, time

Yeah. OK. I can see it.
Furrgot to update this blog for a century or so. Shame on me.
Not that I didn't do anything in the mean time.
I'll update you soon. Need to put some things aside first and then I'll update.
For the time being, look at some of my older pictures at http://johan.aacity.nl/ .

Wishes rev.2007

Nog even vol houden

Nog even vol houden en dan is de radio weer vrij van kerstmuziek en is de tv weer verlost van kerstfilmpjes. Was het maar zover.

I stole me an X-mas card,,

from the internet specially for you,,