tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-203960502008-04-09T19:47:36.678ZStill Indulging.Bienehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08268448141068169807noreply@blogger.comBlogger124125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20396050.post-937228410953231712008-03-12T22:40:00.002Z2008-03-12T22:49:25.141ZHi everybody! I found a new way into my blog, nice and much quicker.<br />Life is nice, the days get longer: daylight and action and some days we smell the promise of spring in the air. I am drinking detoxing tea, that should promise a good day tomorrow. No, nothing new happening, thanks to the spirit of the worlds, work, home, learning and the days fly by. Yes, I got my exercise bicycle up into the living room and did start and am going to keep on, training. Not today, though, no time. But I had a leisurely stroll around our mall, tried on a wonderful dress and had the nerve to go out without buying. I am going to travel late this spring, so I try to keep my money together. And next week there are eastern holidays which I look forward to! Then finally I will have time to fall into my books and read and study... Good night everybody! Oh, yes, yesterday I saw the movie the bucket list. Wonderfully played but a little empty at times. But I promise you: I will not start to live when I know I will die after some months... I started to live yesterday! And forgot my umbrella.Bienehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08268448141068169807noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20396050.post-57359566596276597622008-03-02T20:02:00.001Z2008-03-02T20:02:41.273Z<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="">At last: I feel like I outran my shadow once again. The house is reasonably clean, my learning is at a reasonable speed, my future decisions are in the (for now) right direction and I had a reasonable amount of sleep. Marinó was at home this weekend, he had a bad fall last week and his ankle is blue and swollen, not broken and he can step on it but had us (and him) laughing while he went around jumping on one foot.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="">Only the streets need cleaning, it is again, still? snowing and before I go to bed for the night I will have to find and “unsnow” my car for early tomorrow. <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="">My grandchild number two has birthday today and is proudly 12 years old. Congratulations! Yes, time goes on. That probably is was time is for. We wouldn´t like it to stop, would we?<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="">I still go to rope yoga twice a week and love it. And, now for the hopefully coming sumer, I will try to reduce my weight once again for some kilos, try to stay in some shape. And further, I booked my flight for one week in Germany in may, an amazingly early decision for me and by that I got cheap flights too and I am working at getting my papers together for a master course at the university of Birmingham, teaching childen with autism, to be taken by cyberspace. So, dear friends, I am well and very alive and hope it will stay such in the near and further future.<o:p></o:p></span></p>Bienehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08268448141068169807noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20396050.post-71555178357776704732008-02-12T16:42:00.001Z2008-02-12T16:55:58.271ZTwo days gone into my 60th year and – really, I don´t feel any different from the days before, yet: I am wiser, full of good intentions and full of energy to let them get true..<br />We made me a great party, the house was bursting full, I liked the food I prepared and never got a taste of the cakes my daughter and my friend brought and sit now in a very clean house full of flowers and good whishes. I got “gifts to give” and a part in the construction of a home for poor chidren in Pakistan. I got a beautifull and great food processor from my children and much more. I feel blessed by life. (no wonder with all the kids crawling around!)<br />I got lots of beautiful pictures, here are my favorite ones for today:<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Jt9ywCQVC1s/R7HNUCcbbUI/AAAAAAAAAFk/9kmB3JJjlwc/s1600-h/DSC00270.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Jt9ywCQVC1s/R7HNUCcbbUI/AAAAAAAAAFk/9kmB3JJjlwc/s320/DSC00270.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166135991707856194" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br />The "old" couple<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Jt9ywCQVC1s/R7HNTicbbTI/AAAAAAAAAFc/s8OE_dydWrI/s1600-h/DSC00248.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Jt9ywCQVC1s/R7HNTicbbTI/AAAAAAAAAFc/s8OE_dydWrI/s320/DSC00248.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166135983117921586" border="0" /></a>Marinó is happy helping his mom<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Jt9ywCQVC1s/R7HNVCcbbVI/AAAAAAAAAFs/9qjYIoa-P5k/s1600-h/DSC00295.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Jt9ywCQVC1s/R7HNVCcbbVI/AAAAAAAAAFs/9qjYIoa-P5k/s320/DSC00295.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166136008887725394" border="0" /></a>Our tree of life - may it grow!!<br /><br /><br /><br />And there is a beautiful picture of me on Monika´s blog.<br />Have a nice day.Bienehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08268448141068169807noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20396050.post-57144548033968132302008-01-31T12:46:00.000Z2008-01-31T12:47:11.276ZLife saves itselfThis has been one of THESE days... first, at work I did search for half an hour for the camera which I knew I had put some where. I found it in the end – yes, somewhere. When I was half an hour late to get out of work I didn´t find my car keys and haven´t found them yet. My hausband had to fetch me on his car and will drive me to work tomorrow and by hope and my angels these keys will popp up somewhere else. A new pair of keys will kost me a big lot and to make them function the car has to be at the garage.. how will I get there without a key to drive the car?? So, there is a small problem. But do not worry, we will solve it as we have solved life up to now. But, and here is the big question, what is the underlying message from above? Do stop driving the car and walk? Shit, it shall be minus 20 degree C tomorrow. Stop working at this place where keys get lost? Get yourself another car? I still hope that one of the kids went home with my keys today ... I will search all the pockets tomorrow. And, plus, now my net connection is dead. Go to bed and sleep, it is winter outside? No, the massage can´t be: take better care of your keys as they are lost already.<br /><br />One day later: the connection is back and my keys too. This morning they were announced in the house next door, a kindergarden. So I went there, got them and drove proudly home again. The massage also became clear: had I had the car keys yesterday I would have used the car and would have had a terrible accident. So my angels took the keys away to save me.... Have a nice day. SabineBienehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08268448141068169807noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20396050.post-20057631657175102842008-01-26T11:46:00.001Z2008-01-26T11:49:48.052Z<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Jt9ywCQVC1s/R5sd-WU0B7I/AAAAAAAAAFU/chuSUWq12c4/s1600-h/schnee+baadre.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Jt9ywCQVC1s/R5sd-WU0B7I/AAAAAAAAAFU/chuSUWq12c4/s320/schnee+baadre.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159750755065006002" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Yes, we have a lot of snow. And I am tackling my new camera and reorganizing my pictures, so you will see more in the near future.Bienehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08268448141068169807noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20396050.post-67526224746151784202008-01-24T18:55:00.000Z2008-01-24T18:59:50.188Zsweet words:Lovely wind, please don´t blow my little nice red car (yes, that one) from the road! white snow, would you be so kind as to make way for my sweet little red car? glittering, beautiful ice, please don´t be so slippery: Angels, come and help me, I am stuck ???? Oh, nice driver, could you spend a moment to draw the little red car of an old lady onto the road again? Hallo grandchildren, Grandma has arrived!Bienehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08268448141068169807noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20396050.post-23554241074931103182008-01-23T20:51:00.000Z2008-01-23T20:55:59.755ZJust like to tell you that I am still well and alive and good by that. Of course there is always more than enough to do but I still check it only my house is dirty. I, myself, am rather clean and the clothes too. So thatá ok. As I know my mother is reading this blog I would like to ell her that I got a suprise for her (hihi, now she will not sleep the next nights!) Kerstin, Heike, Lisi. Mamma, Doug and who ever else reads me: my best regards around the world. Did I tell you that I passed all my examinations and satifying too?Bienehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08268448141068169807noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20396050.post-58635751408624271262008-01-17T10:05:00.000Z2008-01-17T10:12:17.341ZI hadn´t intended writing on the blog, it just popped up by itself. So, I take the invitation<br />The weather report: it has been snowing, you know this little white flakes, not so big, but when they come together over hoursThese tiny flakes make rather a big mass. It´s ok in town, only 40 cars banged together there but it hit the countryside worse and for the delight of the kids There was no way to go to school..the way had dissapeared under this white stuff. Me, on my little red car, drive my ways safely, of course.<br />Everything has started again, shool is in full swing and the university too plus rope Yoga tvice a week. The next week will see me redecorating my house. Have a nice day!Bienehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08268448141068169807noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20396050.post-8100887113101365782008-01-08T11:27:00.000Z2008-01-08T11:28:53.764Z<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="">I seem to be crazy for work and studying. Once again I was too early, now for the university. But on Thursday it will start for real ... and the reading lists have arrived...Why am I doing this without a gun pointed at me??? So next step is to get the books. But first I will rest a bit, I have not yet shaken off the holidays. Yes, and nice they were. Stayed with the kids and kidskids in the countryside over Christmas week and had a really nice, relaxing time. But cold it was and dark – wonderful, I didn´t have to excuse myself for staying in bed and read for hours. Oh yes, and a Happy New Year for everybody around. May the force be with you!<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="">Some of my kids went abroad during the holidays and arrived home safely, no, not of course because we had a bad storm here and it wasn´t sure at all if people would make it home for new years eve as the flights were delayed or canceled. But – they did make it back to the icecube again. <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="">As a main Christmas present I got a pink camera, for the one I lost in Rome.. what kind? No idea, but it is pink!! So look forwards for pictures!<o:p></o:p></span></p>Bienehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08268448141068169807noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20396050.post-79513304862135617282007-11-07T16:51:00.000Z2007-11-07T17:02:49.977ZAgain at workOk, first day at work again:<br />On monday morning I got up early, combed my hair, used make and lipstick, shortly, I made myself presentable. Did take care not to forget anything, including my lunch in my bag. I went early out of the house to be on time - and was on time. There was not one car in the parking place, the school was dark. Ok, still holidays. What else could I do but go home again?<br />But, today it was for real. And a nice, quiet day, not really needed, what did suit me very well for the time being. So, that's it.<br />Over the weekend I was in the countryside- 5 kids sick in their stomach, up and down. They didn´t even quarrel with one another. Happily I was only an onlooker and let my daughter clean up, the time I was not chatting away I spent reading for university. So, everything is under control.<br />After a bout of snow and frost it is warm again and raaaiiiining. Yesterday the father of the house climed up the stepls and cleaned the drains. Now again the water is flowing. So, have a nice evening.Bienehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08268448141068169807noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20396050.post-85665402662444737892007-11-01T20:55:00.000Z2007-11-01T20:56:05.844Z<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="">Already the warm summer is a distant memory: Outside the winter has gotten to us, storm after storm is howling around our house, the leaves are since long in the gutter and the birds have eaten the last red berries in the trees. Yesterday Monika pointed one bird out to me: small and fat, nearly incabable to lift in flight. <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="">I am reading Willams James with fascination, for school, of course, not for fun. For fun I bought at the airport of London some books and am reading the first of it: “Thirteen Moons” from Charles Frazier who also wrote “Cold Mountain”.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="">So, that´s what I am doing since Rome, reading and writing esseys and listening to lectures. And next week I will start working again, so the sweet life will be over. But I will start easy to start with and see where it will carry me. I am trying to loose some <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="">weight again, of course I did fatten in Italy, who couldn´t, but I take that easy too. Who but me has any interest in my weight, anyhow. I just don´t want to miss all my nice newly bought clothes, so there is some pressure. <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="">I got a new keyboard as my sweet grown up daughter emptied a cup of coffee over my old one nad killed it and now I am all the time picking the wrong oh, how do you call it? Annoying.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal">Oh yes and did I tell you: my camera disappeared in Rome? So, sorry, no new pictures.<br /><span style=""><o:p></o:p></span></p>Bienehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08268448141068169807noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20396050.post-61725202343634538052007-10-24T18:25:00.000Z2007-10-24T18:39:27.598Zbeen in rome<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://images.google.is/images?q=pieta&gbv=2&svnum=10&hl=is&client=firefox-a&channel=s&rls=org.mozilla:en-US:official&start=18&sa=N&ndsp=18"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://images.google.is/images?q=pieta&gbv=2&svnum=10&hl=is&client=firefox-a&channel=s&rls=org.mozilla:en-US:official&start=18&sa=N&ndsp=18" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/sabine/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot-1.jpg" alt="" /><span style="">So, I have been in Rome,<span style=""> </span>Italy, for 10 days. Of course it was absolute amazing. We did work through Rome on our feet. I don´t think you get a town unless your legs are hurting, so I wandered about, with my husband and alone, in sunshine and in the evening. At every corner you stumble over history: a fountain, a statue, a marble column or one of the uncountable fountains. You must walk through the narrow streets, smell the pasta cooking and go into one (or more) of the tiny delicatessen shops, filled to bursting with loads of cheese, and all sorts of smoked meat. Every street seems to have it´s own church, palazzo and little square. You can get lost on marble stairs and find yourself in a ruin two thousends years old, or drink a cappuccino at a little cafe where there is no place for a street left.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="">Then, of course you can visit the famous places, walk in the steps of<span style=""> </span>Julius Caesar, visit the Pope in the Vatikan and sit in a church and listen to<span style=""> </span>priests chanting. There is a church which bears my name, Basilika of Sabina in the Via Sabina, with an ingraved door 1700 years old and an ancient orange garden from where you have a view over the hills of Rome, in another church (st. Clements) you can go down centuries: one stairway down and you are in the year 1000, one further stair and you huddle with the first christians in tiny rooms, sit with them on ancient benches in narrow <span style=""> </span>underground passages. <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="">Further you can visit the museums, the Vatikan museum where you have to wait in a row of hundreds of visitors for at least one hour –if not longer-, the museum of the Capitolino and see the <span style=""> </span>statues and paintings you have read about in books: paintings from Rafael, vases from the ancient greeks, the paintings from Michelangelo...<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="">Yes, we did all this and much more and walked up and down the Spanish Steps where I bought a beautiful pair of shoes... and elsewhere, later a handbag and another one because I couldn´t decide which one I wanted more...<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="">We walked over the bridge of angels and met monks in their middle age dresses with a backpack, talking in cellphones, school classes, settling on a piazza like a flock of birds.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="">And I did learn: the <a style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);" href="http://images.google.is/images?q=pieta&gbv=2&svnum=10&hl=is&client=firefox-a&channel=s&rls=org.mozilla:en-US:official&start=18&sa=N&ndsp=18">Pieta</a> is not only a great and touching masterpiece from Michelangelo but the idea of Maria suffering her sons death, so you find pietas all around, a very beautiful fresco in “Trinita des Monti” church from a pupil of Michelangelo.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="">Yes, I am home again. But I can not let it go yet.<o:p></o:p></span></p>Bienehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08268448141068169807noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20396050.post-19898923749381996632007-10-12T00:57:00.000Z2007-10-12T01:35:06.332Z<div style="text-align: center;">Starting with our beautiful Iceland:<br /></div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Jt9ywCQVC1s/Rw7O7PybfxI/AAAAAAAAAFM/UWp7rzAn-qg/s1600-h/kinda+grass.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Jt9ywCQVC1s/Rw7O7PybfxI/AAAAAAAAAFM/UWp7rzAn-qg/s320/kinda+grass.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5120257343612485394" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Jt9ywCQVC1s/Rw7N9fybfwI/AAAAAAAAAFE/kKpfLHyqf8s/s1600-h/P1010129.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Jt9ywCQVC1s/Rw7N9fybfwI/AAAAAAAAAFE/kKpfLHyqf8s/s320/P1010129.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5120256282755563266" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Jt9ywCQVC1s/Rw7NnvybfvI/AAAAAAAAAE8/Xtkv2Nt3koQ/s1600-h/P1010150.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Jt9ywCQVC1s/Rw7NnvybfvI/AAAAAAAAAE8/Xtkv2Nt3koQ/s320/P1010150.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5120255909093408498" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: justify;">This is strange, I havn´t been in for such a long time and still found the way.<br />I have been feeling lousy the last month and was in no mood to continue the blog, sorry blog! I see that somebody has honoured me wis a long, long comment and I don´t know how to kick it out, can I do that?<br />The last month I haven´t beem working because of a nervous something (lemmons can been throuwn quite hard sometimes and I wasn´t quick enough to grip and and throw it back, but I still struggle to go again to university and that keeps me nicely occupied. So, after all husband and me decided to flee the country and make a trip to Rom and will be leaving tomorrow.<br />But, before I leave you a little picture for those who like them, and regards to everybody, Kerstin,Ulrike,Mamma,dough, Móa and Heike too. Don´t give up on me!<br />(otherwise Monika will come vikingstyle.)<br /></div><br /><img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/sabine/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot.jpg" alt="" /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Jt9ywCQVC1s/Rw7L_vybfrI/AAAAAAAAAEc/ZnISg6322MA/s1600-h/P1010157.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Jt9ywCQVC1s/Rw7L_vybfrI/AAAAAAAAAEc/ZnISg6322MA/s320/P1010157.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5120254122387013298" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Jt9ywCQVC1s/Rw7MAvybftI/AAAAAAAAAEs/8nUoxHStgwI/s1600-h/P1010129.JPG"><br /></a>Bienehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08268448141068169807noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20396050.post-57341356277559630682007-08-05T23:31:00.000Z2007-08-05T23:46:58.483ZI am still well and sometimes aroundIt IS time for a new post. Here are some pictures I took last week and would like to share with you.This, of course is Iceland. I love the green colours in the evening.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Jt9ywCQVC1s/RrZf3BnnUFI/AAAAAAAAAEE/0kZ6TGg4sCQ/s1600-h/landschaft+hekla.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Jt9ywCQVC1s/RrZf3BnnUFI/AAAAAAAAAEE/0kZ6TGg4sCQ/s320/landschaft+hekla.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095365427348328530" border="0" /></a><br />Here is a view into a part of my garden.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Jt9ywCQVC1s/RrZf3RnnUGI/AAAAAAAAAEM/OPYfDMb3ttU/s1600-h/P1010063.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Jt9ywCQVC1s/RrZf3RnnUGI/AAAAAAAAAEM/OPYfDMb3ttU/s320/P1010063.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095365431643295842" border="0" /></a><br /><br />I This is the þjórsá, view from our summerhouse about half past eleven, beginning of august.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Jt9ywCQVC1s/RrZeyhnnUCI/AAAAAAAAADs/EcW2m6Mxo6A/s1600-h/%C3%BEj%C3%B3rs%C3%A12.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Jt9ywCQVC1s/RrZeyhnnUCI/AAAAAAAAADs/EcW2m6Mxo6A/s320/%C3%BEj%C3%B3rs%C3%A12.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095364250527289378" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Jt9ywCQVC1s/RrZeyxnnUDI/AAAAAAAAAD0/sR2VzDNEqak/s1600-h/%C3%BEj%C3%B3rs%C3%A14.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Jt9ywCQVC1s/RrZeyxnnUDI/AAAAAAAAAD0/sR2VzDNEqak/s320/%C3%BEj%C3%B3rs%C3%A14.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095364254822256690" border="0" /></a>Bienehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08268448141068169807noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20396050.post-2035024493557750992007-05-06T20:38:00.000Z2007-05-06T20:47:28.694Z6.5.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Jt9ywCQVC1s/Rj4-x7z-mbI/AAAAAAAAADM/3hG3zMjOdx4/s1600-h/P1010013.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Jt9ywCQVC1s/Rj4-x7z-mbI/AAAAAAAAADM/3hG3zMjOdx4/s320/P1010013.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061552058801232306" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Jt9ywCQVC1s/Rj4-yLz-mcI/AAAAAAAAADU/2WpvORZhmtc/s1600-h/P1010032B.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Jt9ywCQVC1s/Rj4-yLz-mcI/AAAAAAAAADU/2WpvORZhmtc/s320/P1010032B.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061552063096199618" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Jt9ywCQVC1s/Rj4-yrz-mdI/AAAAAAAAADc/pIrerZ1e_i8/s1600-h/P1010039B.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Jt9ywCQVC1s/Rj4-yrz-mdI/AAAAAAAAADc/pIrerZ1e_i8/s320/P1010039B.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061552071686134226" border="0" /></a><br />I know, I have been away... We came brown, happy and relaxed fromPortugal and the first thing I did was lying down with a flu. Of course, this again is long ago. Time passes so quickly. How can one let time last longer? I find the solution: whrn you do something you hate, are deeply deprssed or are bored at life, time seams to crawl away slower than a snail. So, My advice: do things you hate, be depressed and your life will seem looong.<br />But sorry, I do not have time for jolly deeds like that, Days run along, in work, and sucessful by that and with family: a constant pleasure. Bt after three weeks there will be summerholidays and the days are planned ahead, so many things than I don´t have time for now: like painting and gardenwork and knitting...but I ramle. So, still well and alive. So this post doesn´t get too boring I have pictures from my mothser´s birthday I couln´t show before as my USB connection was down. So, here they are: the young birthday Lady:Bienehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08268448141068169807noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20396050.post-28039706706081173582007-04-14T18:48:00.000Z2007-04-14T18:58:01.469Z14.4.<a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Jt9ywCQVC1s/RiEkJHiKfdI/AAAAAAAAACs/C_alvLVGobI/s1600-h/Geburtstag+042.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053359995946171858" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Jt9ywCQVC1s/RiEkJHiKfdI/AAAAAAAAACs/C_alvLVGobI/s320/Geburtstag+042.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Jt9ywCQVC1s/RiEkJXiKfeI/AAAAAAAAAC0/-xz4XHsRpd8/s1600-h/Geburtstag+052.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053360000241139170" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Jt9ywCQVC1s/RiEkJXiKfeI/AAAAAAAAAC0/-xz4XHsRpd8/s320/Geburtstag+052.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Jt9ywCQVC1s/RiEkJniKffI/AAAAAAAAAC8/pm0r2kDH3W0/s1600-h/Geburtstag+074.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053360004536106482" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Jt9ywCQVC1s/RiEkJniKffI/AAAAAAAAAC8/pm0r2kDH3W0/s320/Geburtstag+074.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Jt9ywCQVC1s/RiEkKHiKfgI/AAAAAAAAADE/k0y5fUPhj9c/s1600-h/Geburtstag+019.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053360013126041090" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Jt9ywCQVC1s/RiEkKHiKfgI/AAAAAAAAADE/k0y5fUPhj9c/s320/Geburtstag+019.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>The last day of our holydays, a small but exquisite birthday party and sunshine. Tomorrow it wil be clouds and rain again. To remember the south, look at some pictures of my mamma´s garden:</div>Bienehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08268448141068169807noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20396050.post-57116926743125718862007-04-13T19:54:00.000Z2007-04-13T20:16:01.106ZFriday, the 13th - our lucky day!<a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Jt9ywCQVC1s/Rh_koHiKfcI/AAAAAAAAACk/qT0lrEdfccU/s1600-h/Sintra1+012.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053008684801228226" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Jt9ywCQVC1s/Rh_koHiKfcI/AAAAAAAAACk/qT0lrEdfccU/s320/Sintra1+012.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Jt9ywCQVC1s/Rh_kKHiKfaI/AAAAAAAAACU/JyyxQuflxFk/s1600-h/Sintra1+019.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053008169405152674" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Jt9ywCQVC1s/Rh_kKHiKfaI/AAAAAAAAACU/JyyxQuflxFk/s320/Sintra1+019.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Jt9ywCQVC1s/Rh_kK3iKfbI/AAAAAAAAACc/V52dZJuPInA/s1600-h/Sintra1+014.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053008182290054578" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Jt9ywCQVC1s/Rh_kK3iKfbI/AAAAAAAAACc/V52dZJuPInA/s320/Sintra1+014.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div>Today we did a lot of driving, through narrow roads which meander round the Sintra mountains as the monks on their donkeys travelled centuries ago. You drive through lush woods where you could imagine meeting snowwhite and her seven dwarfs, you see the castle where the king and the prince on a white stallion were living. We even found the old gnarled house where the witch had her home.</div><br /><br /><div>When you look at drawings from two hundred years ago you see barren mountains with white rocks showing. All the trees had been cut down through the centuries gone, for ships for the seafaring portugese, for houses and fireplaces. The wood only has been restored some hundred years ago, by the king who had his sumer residence in this erea, by an english baron who collected plants all over the world and brought them together in a huge park.</div><br /><br /><div>My moter and me windowshopped along a street of antiques in Sintra, one was full of ancient ticking clocks, elsewhere we found knight armours, silver inkstands and bnoculars as the pirats used in the old days. Unfortunatly things were far too big for our handbags.</div><div>You can googel further picures of Sintra, Cascais and Estoril.</div></div>Bienehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08268448141068169807noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20396050.post-11556779492051319752007-04-12T10:16:00.000Z2007-04-12T10:22:48.552Z12.4.<a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Jt9ywCQVC1s/Rh4IVniKfYI/AAAAAAAAACE/WUyLmv1-JiQ/s1600-h/Sintra1+003.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5052484999438826882" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Jt9ywCQVC1s/Rh4IVniKfYI/AAAAAAAAACE/WUyLmv1-JiQ/s320/Sintra1+003.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Jt9ywCQVC1s/Rh4IWHiKfZI/AAAAAAAAACM/4DCrVd687iY/s1600-h/Sintra1+001.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5052485008028761490" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Jt9ywCQVC1s/Rh4IWHiKfZI/AAAAAAAAACM/4DCrVd687iY/s320/Sintra1+001.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>This is the shawl I filted and sew from wool and silk. The wool comes from Newseeland, I think. It is very soft and fluffy.</div><br /><div>The other picture shows us eating near Cascais. And, the problem of choosing a restaurant for the birthday is solved: we will stay at home.</div>Bienehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08268448141068169807noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20396050.post-20073491436014755052007-04-10T17:40:00.000Z2007-04-10T17:50:58.433Ztuesday<a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Jt9ywCQVC1s/RhvNyXiKfWI/AAAAAAAAAB0/sawM8vt84xg/s1600-h/Sintra1+029.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5051857672220605794" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Jt9ywCQVC1s/RhvNyXiKfWI/AAAAAAAAAB0/sawM8vt84xg/s320/Sintra1+029.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div>This new day found me in the sun, making my gymnastic. I try to do some everyday. In the afternoon we drove to look at two restaurants to go to on saturday for the birthday of my mother. That is a difficult problem to solve: one is in an old winecellar and possibly the better food, the other one is with a spectacular view of the sea. I suppose we will go to the later one.</div><br /><div>Then we went shopping in the small village shop round the corner, beans for this evening and bread for tomorrow.<a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Jt9ywCQVC1s/RhvNzHiKfXI/AAAAAAAAAB8/AqO7R2LxwTs/s1600-h/Sintra1+028.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5051857685105507698" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Jt9ywCQVC1s/RhvNzHiKfXI/AAAAAAAAAB8/AqO7R2LxwTs/s320/Sintra1+028.jpg" border="0" /></a> This shop is tiny nad has everything you can whish for, is cheaper than the supermercado and is open nearly around the clock. Here you see my husban carrying some water bottles. </div><div>Beneath is the old market place where the old men will sit on the wall and discuss politics in the late afternoon.</div>Bienehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08268448141068169807noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20396050.post-37070311217482629362007-04-09T15:35:00.000Z2007-04-09T15:50:41.061Zstill on holidays<div>So, as you see, I really managed it, right password and all, even though I am on holiay. Finally the sun is shining and to proof it I am getting brown. We had a very nice lunch yesterday at a restaurant at the seaside, it was delicious and perfect for Eastern holidays. Two times I have been a companion to my husband at the golfcourse, just a walking one though. Otherwise I am extraodinary lazy, it´s nice but feels a bit strange. I have not even glimpsed into the book from work I was going to study during holidays, but I have done a little knitting :) So, a picture of my husband at Estoril Golf, Tee 11, fairway 10 in the background.<a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Jt9ywCQVC1s/Rhpf9w8nQrI/AAAAAAAAABc/FX_16M6U714/s1600-h/P1010236.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5051455446765224626" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Jt9ywCQVC1s/Rhpf9w8nQrI/AAAAAAAAABc/FX_16M6U714/s320/P1010236.JPG" border="0" /></a></div><div> </div><div> </div><div><a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Jt9ywCQVC1s/Rhpf-Q8nQsI/AAAAAAAAABk/qToOr-QQLUg/s1600-h/P1010225.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5051455455355159234" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Jt9ywCQVC1s/Rhpf-Q8nQsI/AAAAAAAAABk/qToOr-QQLUg/s320/P1010225.JPG" border="0" /></a></div><div> </div><div> </div><div> Here you see two young girls in my parents garden<a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Jt9ywCQVC1s/Rhpf-w8nQtI/AAAAAAAAABs/8smNGP3ggtg/s1600-h/P1010244.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5051455463945093842" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Jt9ywCQVC1s/Rhpf-w8nQtI/AAAAAAAAABs/8smNGP3ggtg/s320/P1010244.JPG" border="0" /></a>.</div><div> </div><div> </div><div>This icelandic shawl I knitted for my mother from fine Icelandic wool, following an old pattern bought at the museum.</div>Bienehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08268448141068169807noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20396050.post-15883427193176493522007-04-03T20:01:00.000Z2007-04-03T20:26:20.506Zin Portugal<a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Jt9ywCQVC1s/RhK3SOUMuPI/AAAAAAAAABU/mGyW_6S8L1c/s1600-h/von+sabine,schule,konfirmation+157.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5049299655944091890" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Jt9ywCQVC1s/RhK3SOUMuPI/AAAAAAAAABU/mGyW_6S8L1c/s320/von+sabine,schule,konfirmation+157.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div>Yes, I am in Portugal. The plane came down - it always does - secure and healthy. My pink suitcase made the trip beautifully. It is not so warm and was a bit rainy, lucky me, so I could stay in bed and have finished rading the first book. In the meantime my mother cooks delicious meals for me. After two weeks of this I will roll out of the house. As the weather is colder than I anticipated lucky me had to go shopping and bought some warmer clothes. Today I went again to the sweet town of Sintra, walked through narrow, history loaded streets and bought a hundred years old doorknocker and boomerangs to bring home to grandchildren.<br /><a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Jt9ywCQVC1s/RhK3ReUMuNI/AAAAAAAAABE/HI8jk_WJOL0/s1600-h/Sintra1+013.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5049299643059189970" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Jt9ywCQVC1s/RhK3ReUMuNI/AAAAAAAAABE/HI8jk_WJOL0/s320/Sintra1+013.jpg" border="0" /></a>.<a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Jt9ywCQVC1s/RhK3R-UMuOI/AAAAAAAAABM/Ueh7xgXdKUk/s1600-h/Sintra1+018.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5049299651649124578" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Jt9ywCQVC1s/RhK3R-UMuOI/AAAAAAAAABM/Ueh7xgXdKUk/s320/Sintra1+018.jpg" border="0" /></a></div><div></div>Bienehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08268448141068169807noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20396050.post-67615090731287453542007-03-29T20:46:00.002Z2007-03-29T20:53:48.396ZStrange: Time is ticking on. The last working day is finished, the last shopping has been done, the fridge is clean and I don´t have to be ashamed of my house. So little pinguin, don´t be afraid to come home. As I say: the house must be clean, if I should fall down of the sky nobody will be able to say I was a slump. Though, I didn´t clean the freezer- but people will have to live with that. So hopefully I will be in a warmer place tomorrow at this time, preferably with a glass of wine in my hand.<br />Oh, yes, the cake is in the freezer. And there is some bred and butter, milk and cheese in the fridge. And fiskibollur that should still bel alive.Bienehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08268448141068169807noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20396050.post-70868915706833754482007-03-29T20:46:00.001Z2007-03-29T20:46:39.511ZBienehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08268448141068169807noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20396050.post-12766972658209457002007-03-28T22:26:00.000Z2007-03-28T22:32:37.525Z<span style="font-family: arial;">I am packing my bag. No, I did pack it before yesterday, I am adding things. Never before have I looked so much forward for holidays. My suitcase, really. I got a beautiful pink pink black one. I saw pink and had to buy it. So, tomorrow the last working day, short and beautiful and then two weeks away. Let it blow and rain and snow in Iceland meanwhile, I will not care!<br />So, my dear ones, the next post will be from Lisboa. And, dear Monika, tehre will probably be no food in the house. I hope I remember tomorrow to empty your fridge, will put in on the list. Maybe the chokocake will live? Let me know!<br /></span>Bienehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08268448141068169807noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20396050.post-19044299231968614552007-03-23T23:25:00.000Z2007-03-24T10:16:29.810ZCleaning<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Jt9ywCQVC1s/RgT6bR1hReI/AAAAAAAAAA8/5uF9BePbv_g/s1600-h/P1010084.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Jt9ywCQVC1s/RgT6bR1hReI/AAAAAAAAAA8/5uF9BePbv_g/s320/P1010084.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5045432829113091554" border="0" /></a><br />I thought I had a clean house, where does all this dirt come from?<br />Shining silver, crawling in cupboards, taking dust, dust, dust... It is late and I will keep it short tonight. Have to go to IKEA once again tomorrow morning to change a lamp.. but I got my cell phone with me dear mother, so when I get lost I can call the weather forecast.Bienehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08268448141068169807noreply@blogger.com