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Een afrekening in het paardenmilieu?
Serieus?
Dat *kan* toch niet.
En dan de rest van het artikel: "En Marc had ook op het werk verteld dat er vorige week iemand met een buis in zijn handen voor zijn huis stond. Iemand met een West-Vlaams accent..."
It wasn't me!
Wednesday, March 31, 2010
Tuesday, March 30, 2010
Shake your bon-bon
Remember when "H" from Steps came out, in the least surprising "was he ever "in" then?" - coming out ever? ("Who's H from Steps", you're probably all going now... he's the blond gayest one)
We've just got a new contender.
Congrats, Ricky Martin.
In other, equally exciting news, the pope is still a delusional asshole, spring starts in March and you shouldn't run with scissors.
Remember when "H" from Steps came out, in the least surprising "was he ever "in" then?" - coming out ever? ("Who's H from Steps", you're probably all going now... he's the blond gayest one)
We've just got a new contender.
Congrats, Ricky Martin.
In other, equally exciting news, the pope is still a delusional asshole, spring starts in March and you shouldn't run with scissors.
Monday, March 29, 2010
Friday, March 26, 2010
Thursday, March 18, 2010
Sparkling
I'm being extraordinarily daring today and drinking a glass of ... sparkling water. I used to drink some 2.5-3 litres of the stuff a day, but in the past month (since Little Penguin's house is bordering on my stomach) it's been replaced by still water.
But still water is just so dull...
So I gave in and poured myself a glass of sparkling water. There. If the fuzz gives me acid reflux for the rest of the day, so be it.
Spring is in the air and with it the realisation that I don't know what to wear for it! Yay! Shopping! For once in my life, without exaggerating, I can say that I have nothing to wear! I have no T-shirts to accomodate a penguinbelly. Shopping will have to wait another week though, since Saturday is "Paint The Penguin's Room"-day. I won't be doing much on account of the Girlfriend freaking out about "poisonous fumes" and me freaking out about my back (grmbl), but I plan to sit in the hallway, entertain people and provide them with food and drink.
And the week after that we're getting the furniture for Penguin's room delivered (where the same friends will once again save our arse by helping The Girlfriend get everything upstairs)... damn... that means no shopping for clothes yet again.... I'll have to figure something out, obviously.
I can't very well go to work naked, now can I.
I'm being extraordinarily daring today and drinking a glass of ... sparkling water. I used to drink some 2.5-3 litres of the stuff a day, but in the past month (since Little Penguin's house is bordering on my stomach) it's been replaced by still water.
But still water is just so dull...
So I gave in and poured myself a glass of sparkling water. There. If the fuzz gives me acid reflux for the rest of the day, so be it.
Spring is in the air and with it the realisation that I don't know what to wear for it! Yay! Shopping! For once in my life, without exaggerating, I can say that I have nothing to wear! I have no T-shirts to accomodate a penguinbelly. Shopping will have to wait another week though, since Saturday is "Paint The Penguin's Room"-day. I won't be doing much on account of the Girlfriend freaking out about "poisonous fumes" and me freaking out about my back (grmbl), but I plan to sit in the hallway, entertain people and provide them with food and drink.
And the week after that we're getting the furniture for Penguin's room delivered (where the same friends will once again save our arse by helping The Girlfriend get everything upstairs)... damn... that means no shopping for clothes yet again.... I'll have to figure something out, obviously.
I can't very well go to work naked, now can I.
Monday, March 08, 2010
We're having a financial crisis. And we have to pay for the European President already!
So... every Eurovision needs a toilet break. Well, with the explosion of countries taking part in Eurovision, every contest needs several of those breaks and frankly, we should all be grateful to to the countries who provide us with one. Not every country wants to "sacrifice" their chance of winning after all.
Thankfully for the other Eurovision countries, Belgium took its responsibility this year. It's not as if we have the money to host the contest next year, hell, it's not as if we have the money to stay in Norway beyond the semi final. Do you know what they charge for beer overthere? Crazy! So we might as well keep it cheap: send just the one guy, get an outfit from Oxfam and make sure he's back home bright and early on May 26th.
No need to thank us, Europe, really, it's our pleasure.
But we do apologise for the nasal whining you'll have to endure while you're getting out more booze or filling up the crisp bowls. Apparently it came with the deal. But don't worry, you'll forget what you heard in no time. While you're hearing it, in fact.
So we do limit the horror to the minimum.
Test it, you'll see I'm right.
So... every Eurovision needs a toilet break. Well, with the explosion of countries taking part in Eurovision, every contest needs several of those breaks and frankly, we should all be grateful to to the countries who provide us with one. Not every country wants to "sacrifice" their chance of winning after all.
Thankfully for the other Eurovision countries, Belgium took its responsibility this year. It's not as if we have the money to host the contest next year, hell, it's not as if we have the money to stay in Norway beyond the semi final. Do you know what they charge for beer overthere? Crazy! So we might as well keep it cheap: send just the one guy, get an outfit from Oxfam and make sure he's back home bright and early on May 26th.
No need to thank us, Europe, really, it's our pleasure.
But we do apologise for the nasal whining you'll have to endure while you're getting out more booze or filling up the crisp bowls. Apparently it came with the deal. But don't worry, you'll forget what you heard in no time. While you're hearing it, in fact.
So we do limit the horror to the minimum.
Test it, you'll see I'm right.
Monday, March 01, 2010
De Liefde
Mijn vrouw, vanmorgen met grote verschrikte ogen naar mijn buik starend: "ik was een nanoseconde vergeten dat je zwanger was en ik snapte het eventjes niet...".
Dat, samen met de opmerking een paar dagen geleden (bewonderend): "goh, je bent zo gigantisch, schattie".
Gelukkig is er ook nog de dagelijkse "je bent zo mooi zwanger"
Morgen controle bij de dokter. Brrrr.
Mijn vrouw, vanmorgen met grote verschrikte ogen naar mijn buik starend: "ik was een nanoseconde vergeten dat je zwanger was en ik snapte het eventjes niet...".
Dat, samen met de opmerking een paar dagen geleden (bewonderend): "goh, je bent zo gigantisch, schattie".
Gelukkig is er ook nog de dagelijkse "je bent zo mooi zwanger"
Morgen controle bij de dokter. Brrrr.
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