In One Word: YUM!!

If sailorboy’s birthday is coming up, what are you going to say?! You’re so lovely great perfect lovable wonderful… in one word: YUM!

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=utVMxahPm24

So then it happened: my first official dinner with no less than 4 courses. Beforehand, I had talked to mum for tips, advice and valuable recipes, then I said my payers and then I just cooked some. I was so nervous, I thought my spoon was going to drop any moment. At the end of it I got thanked for and kissed for – it must have been yum ;)

Back On My Bike

Have you ever seen people biking up and down the street with moving bikes, so sporty, so fine?! Well, sailorboy needed to carry my back in his arms, drag it along for a while, then carry it. The poor bike had been sitting for 4 months in front of the house (former house), deemed to perish. Well he saved it, took it into his arms, carried it home, with having a trams’ doors close in our face. Managed to get on another tram, had it parked home in front of the new house and then worked on it to repair it. And then with brand new tires, I could ride again!! Yahoooo!!

Girl’s Day Out at the Beach

It’s such a unique weather forecast – sunny hot and just perfect! For a Sunday afternoon at the beach with the girls, of course!! We’re going to be one Russian blond, one Romanian redhead and one Peruvian brunette, couldn’t be more powerpuff!! We’re getting lazy on our chaise-longues and have the normal girl talks of hairstyle, men in our lives, contraceptives, car as opposed to public transport, working permits, drinks, holidays and sunshine. Which made us want to take a dip in the water. I didn’t really want that in particular, I’m not that fond of water. I’ve had enough cold water during the communistic regime in Buchi. Well, the expectedly just arrived as any other self-fulfilled prophecy: I hated the cold water and didn’t manage to stay longer than 2 minutes in the freezer. Got back on the beach and after one more hour in the sun, we were enjoying beer at the terrace. Chilled out and fought the traffic jams back to Amsterdam. We shall meet again on the beach!

A Shopping Mall and a Round Table

After walking up and down the fancy furniture shopping mall, we decided the hundreds tables we’ve seen weren’t good enough, small enough but at the same time big enough, nice colour enough, cheap enough but stylish enough to fit in. We needed a good table.

But what’s better than your friends’ table?! So we went to The Hague to visit my uncle. We had a good dinner, nice times at Romanian tv, where sailorboy found out that dolce vita means sweet cow if you say it in the same way in Romanian. Next to this, we had a good laugh at folk songs telly. That was a good one! Brilliant! We then came down to see the table-a Alberto, eh! Our gooda frienda, ze Itaaaliaan, eh!! He left behind this round nice table and chairs, so we rolled out the table to the train. We amazingly fit in with only few remarks from the other passengers and then installed it in the privacy of our own homes. This also completed our hunt for furniture in da house. Yes yes yo!!

Oh yeah, it only cost us another way to The Hague. First we made a stop in Abcoude for the lift-up car. Sailorboy confident driving the car, then took off with the chairs and I enjoyed some .ro quality time with my family.

Din categoria

Din categoria adunarea idiotilor, m-am intlnit cu un fost coleg si cu actualii la hotelul de peste drum.. ne-am amintit de toate glumele proaste pe care le-am facut mai bine de juma de an si am venit cu altele si mai proaste. Ne-am adus aminte de avionul voodoo si alte intmplari cu talc si cel mai adeasea fara, am degustat cu placere o bere si ne-am intretinut ca odinioara…

Time Flies When You’re Having Fun

Do you ever have such times that you don’t exactly remember what you’ve been up to?! What were you thinking then? What were you doing? What was going on in your head, in your life..

Well, I have a lot of them!! One of them was this week in May when I was having dinner at Yum Yum with delighting sailorboy. Tasted good. Then catch up with another sultan of the sunburn at ours. After some .ro palinca they needed to hit it off at some Jordaan terrace, while I was depressed finishing up some project for the uni. Life’s just not fair!!

At the end of the week got a bite of some bitterballen and beer in the center with the IT nerdies and enjoyed their out-of-earthness. They’re in a way different from the others and from themselves as well. I could always suspect one for multiple personalities as well. Got enough to make me run to my guy at home have a nice dinner and relax.

Next day the Brusselina’s are in da house. Can’t believe they brought gifts for the house! Sooo nice! They shouldn’t bring chocolate that they don’t eat, though, it only makes it worse.. got around and about the city, they got smokey downtown, met some strangers to me. We got bored in there, me and sailorboy, so hit the Schiller. The Brusselina’s showed up looking tired though energetic. Ordered some drinks and had a deja-vu. We were at the same place after New Year with friends, when a waiter spilled a glass of beer on Simona sitting next to me. I was sitting in the same place, Chicky was sitting where Simona would sit. She got a glass of beer spilled on her. This time was a German guy who fainted and just dropped there.. but the same table, same chair. This is definitely one of those “why does it always rain on me?”

Well it did. We then got on the wrong bus, needed to get off and walk through the pooring rain, damn it!! Next day we cheered ourselves up with the last day around for the Brusselina’s. Altogether with il Italiano e Colombiana, what can be more dangerous and sweet in such a combination?! So we enjoyed coffee and said good-bye, cause they’re off for Oz. We were just off for more coffee and talks. Done, enjoyed, left.. another week flies by..

One little box, two little boxes…

Honey, are you done yet?! No, I some more boxes…

Honey, are you done yet?! No, I some more boxes…
Honey, are you done yet?! No, I some more boxes…
Sounds like baby’s moving in.. with many more boxes than I expected.. at some moment I was wondering where would it all fit in..

Good he brought some pans though, I don’t have any! I had his, now I’m having more of his.. lights, chairs, side table, this and that, guitars for the sound, more sound.. more, more!
Wow! Man, we need a new house! It definitely won’t fit in! so my sailorboy needed to move some things away to a special storing place till the time we get a bigger one ;)

Guitar is cool though...
We then realized we didn’t have anything for our books and cd’s. So we went visit the famous Ikea. On a Sunday! Fu%*&$# s((&$t!! Can you imagine the crowd! The people, the phobia, the stress, the sweat! OMG!! Killing yourself now is better! We mentally prepared for the argues we’d have, for the entire phobia’s and much more to come. Instead we were quick, I got anxious once, him once, him at the beginning, me at the end, for the rest, it was fine; we targeted our stuff and ignored the crowd. We Did Survive!! This must be the renewal of a beautiful relationship…

My Baby’s Back!!

For 2 freaking months I was counting down how many days there’re left til my baby’s back. Day in day out counting down for sailorboy to come back!! There were rough times when I could only hope days will pass by quicker. I was listening to music like days go by and still I think of you, to other tracks that made me think of him… til the time I realized everything made me think of him. Every other track it was a kiss, a tiny romantic story, a fun thing about him. Him-him-him. Sailorboy everywhere! On my mind, on the streets, on my tracks, on my paper diary which I’m going to give to him, in my pictures, on my table, in my soul.

So that’s why I’m happy, that’s why it’s a release, a joy that he’s coming. I get the most mysterious call before going to the airport – like, girl, what’s the flight number?! From his sister’s boyfriend whom I met once in my life. Ok, stop laughing, get in the dreamy mood! All the dreams and hopes and illusions are going to be scattered when I’ll be able to see him in flesh and bone again.

And it was weird. I tell you, it’s no fun being away from some one so long. Despite the calls, the online dating, the emailing… it’s still weird. You’re like sitting next to a stranger for whom you have feelings. That makes it even stranger… that you can feel something for a stranger.. too strange! :)

So the family’s there, every time I need to feel some sort of embarrassment. It was there when he left, there again. I need to smile despite I’m dead worried cause the plane is 1 hour late. Every tiny minute I stare through the gates, looking at the damn door til maybe he’ll appear. And he’s finally there! He smiles, we hug and kiss, it’s the same, but different.

I had one day off to get used to him. It’s getting better.. sailorboy’s closer.
After a week, we’re getting there…

P.S. Even the cat likes sailorboy!!

Quiet weekend and Dodensherdenking

Needed to catch up with my pregnant hot mamma girlfriend, so got to The Hague. We had traditional chips and delicious salad to go, more beers, waiting forward to the baby. Preparations were being done, from baby’s room to clothes, diapers bin, baby bath, toys and cradle. Everything’s in da house..

I move on to see my uncle and spend good family time together. We have some laughs and catch up, think about all the housy things done and what else to improve. Think about the future and the past, talk about politics and football, tv shows and popularity, news and job descriptions, uni and Dutch language. The night just passes by and I need to go back home next thing next day…

A friend’s visiting. I need to clean up the house a bit before Nicole thinks that’s a mess. I take care of it and prepare to entertain her. We go see the city, take some natural tours. Unhappily I need to be again in the Dam Square – the top of the tourism, the summit of the most famous and disgusting place in Amsterdam, the centre of the unknown-once, then it all revolves around it, so I made it my purpose to try to avoid the Dam Square for as long as I live in the Netherlands.

Except for one occasion. Next day – Dodensherdenking – remembrance of the dead, actually the people who died during the 2nd Word War. [after some normal saying good-bye to my friend, walking her to the bus, doing a jog in the park, and basically run to get there in time] The Queen was there, the Royal family was there, so I was finally able to see them live – from distance. The personal and other guards, nice people, even making fun, authorities, other known and unknown people. In the thousands of people covering all the grand surface of the Dam Square, there was one moment of silence. It gives you goose skin, it’s so damn impressive you didn’t feel nothing like it!! And I was there, holding my breath…

Koninginnedag

Yeah, so that’s what happens when you party on Koninginnenacht – you can’t wake up on Koninginnedag, to do all those wonderful activities one’s supposed to go for. This time, I was happy I missed it! I wanted to see the queen, but at the same time some one else wanted to see her dead. So a maniac just drove into the crowd gathered to say hello to the queen. No reason whatsoever, so drugs or alcohol, the man was just temporarily insane, I guess. He managed to kill himself after damaging some other.. I was sleeping very well at that time.

Booom booom booom shake the room!! Let it be trance! Let it be salsa! Let it be disco!! The boats passing up and down the canal in front of my house are soooo damn loud! I was trying to cover it up with my sound system, but it’s too damn loud!! Well I guess it won’t hurt to try and listen some of the street/water beats..

I love crowds, people and the craziness of those days!! I love to see everything getting hectic, garbage on the streets and drunk people in orange everywhere.. so I took a longer walk around.. after 20 minutes I decided I didn’t like it anymore as much as I used to.. that crowds are annoying, that people are pissing me off when they’re touching, that I need my freedom to walk normally on the street and not need to bump into another guy after 5 more steps, that the people are too loud and crazy.. am I getting older?! Well some people never liked that, so that should be a good consolation, right?! I returned to my lovely cat-guest and spent the rest of the afternoon quietly.