Why I Wake up Every Day

Letters to an imaginary lover

2012-02-24T01:54:00.001+02:00

"My Love

It’s been three long and agonizing months since I last laid my eyes on you. Here, the mornings are pale and foggy, the moist air is almost unbreathable and the unavoidable afternoon rain has seriously weakened poor Mama’s frail health. Evers since you left, I have been inconsolable, in spite of everyone’s numerous efforts and especially Mister Morgan’s disagreeable attempts to please me. To my utter astonishment, last night I heard Mama conversing in the guest room, with Mister Morgan, about my alleged broken heart. I almost dropped the candle and I promise you the hot wax was dripping on my fingers and I could not feel a thing.

You may be certain that they are all conspiring to discover some sort of arrangement that would prevent me from following my heart. My love, you have to come back and plead for us, otherwise it might be too late. Surely they‘ve been trying to fool me in their useless attempts to dishonor and tarnish your reputation, but I could never show any regard towards their insufferable fabricated nonsense. There’s been some talking about a certain Miss Klio that you’d allegedly be very much inclined to favor in the nearest future, it’s futile to mention how they praised that young lady’s impressing lineage and financial heritage. I would not weep a single tear, nor would I mourn my loneliness , if only you’d answer my letters…Just one sign my love and my suffering would be over…

Your forever, Moira"

My 1001 Arabian nights

2012-02-20T21:39:00.000+02:00

I was about 10 when, I'd stealthily sneak into the kitchen late at night after I'd make sure my mom was sound asleep and I'd breathlessly devour Scheherezade's stories to sultan Harun al Rashid. One story after another, I felt hopelessly intrigued by Scheherezade's skillful and bewitching narrative decoy, shrewdly weaved to avoid her own demise. Not only did she postpone her own beheading, night after night, but by virtue of her enchanted nocturnal storytelling, she managed to touch the embittered heart of the lonely sultan.

However naive and strange it may sound, I must confess that, ever since I was a little girl, I have been having intriguing and recurring deja vus of an old Arabian city, seen from above, with dozens of shining domes, tours and minarets, although I've never been to Middle East... (Well human mind can be an amazing thing..). Maybe this is the reason why I've always been attracted to the fascinating history and culture of ancient Arabia. Also, as a constant admirer of female beauty I've never ceased to contemplate the ravishing fairness of the belly dancers, I find their shocking agility, to be a real weapon of irresistible seduction...And this comes from a woman ...:)

Valentine bleah...

2012-02-16T15:45:00.000+02:00

There is no chance whatsoever to hide from Valentine's Day and everything it entails in today's highly commercialized romance. All the freaking hearts and bonbons and crappy paper Cupids with their stupid arrows and the dining and wining and the grand gestures with red roses or rose petals on the pillow and friggin' heart shaped chocolates and teddy bears , bleah they all set my teeth on edge...

I believe that romance has nothing to do with public displays of predictable gestures but rather a very private affair that involves a lot less sugary products :). I don't mean to offend Valentine celebrators from all over the world, this is merely my own and my partner's position regarding this overwhelming occasion. Peace!

The Snow Queen has declared us war...

2012-02-13T23:11:00.001+02:00

Yes, Lady Winter is definitely taking retaliatory actions against us mortals here in Europe. Unfortunately, people are dying isolated in their houses entirely covered in snow, because, most of the times, the idiotic local authorities are too moronic to act properly. We are pretty much isolated here but my situation is not at all as desperate as that of most of the people from the southern part of the country. I've seen on tv images that silenced our pathetic lamentations regarding the lack of fresh fruit. Those people died frozen in their houses. Here are some astonishing images...

On a more cheerful note I wish to thank Shaharoh, a beautiful and talented writer, from Life between living who offered me a Cute Blog Award. I wish to thank her and to pass this along to some of my favorite fellow bloggers.

1. Mimi from http://www.lifebetweenliving.com/.
2. Scarlett from http://scarlettknightblog.blogspot.com/?zx=893a4fe388181041
3.Joy from http://anneblythe.blogspot.com/
4. A MOM from http://www.myrnasjourney.com/
Congrats to everyone, I really enjoy visiting your blogs.

Dames and Demoiselles

2012-02-10T01:21:00.001+02:00

In my previous life I must have been one of those exuberant flappers, otherwise I cannot explain my utter fascination when it comes to The Roaring 20's. It must have been astonishing for women of that age to get rid of their Victorian inhibitions, throw aside their corsets and pantaloons, cut off their long flowing hair and embrace the new exhilarating idea of freedom... Freedom to breath, to be able to walk freely with no trains, hoops or other clothing impediments, freedom to dance, smoke, drink (prohibited liqueur), swear, vote, wear makeup, have premarital sex and even more...the freedom to be successful on their own.

The bobbed hair, the straight loose dresses that showed a bit of leg, the cloche hat that Coco Chanel was so proud of, and the flat chested boyish looks (a la garconne) keep on inspiring so many top designers, still. In spite of their efforts, dare I say, they haven't managed to, even, approach the revolutionary fashion movement of the time. After all Coco Chanel was the first lady who had the guts to break the Victorian prudery and wear pants in public.

Snugging under the covers....

2012-02-06T16:01:00.000+02:00

It's been 6 days and 3 hours since I last left my lairs and stepped into the civilized world. The supplies are scarce and we've started wondering how could we reach the nearest shopping store, considering the fact that the cars are unusable, the roads are completely blocked, and the windy blizzard is laughingly playing with the stubborn tenacity of the few snow plows that are supposed to clear our way towards civilization.

If it were just a little bit less cold, we'd pull out our rubber boots and we'd swim our way out towards the unknown...But then again...I fear it's too cold to embark ourselves on such an adventurous journey. I have to admit it's mighty cozy snugging under the covers when you know everybody's on vacation the schools are closed and all the people stay inside like some sort of human hibernation.

Mister Miaw returned home pretty fast after reconsidering

Me and the shovel we've become pretty close friends lately on my almost useless attempt to fight with the snow, trying to clear my way towards the basement where our chickens are...
And because my feathery friends probably wanted to show their gratitude towards me, they laid a bunch of amazing eggs that I used to make a coffee cake.

With only 4 eggs, a large cup of sugar, a large cup of flour, 3 spoons of powdered coffee and 4 spoons of oil I baked a pretty amazing cake that, unfortunately has been eaten mostly by a neighbor who briefly visited us to inform about the roads situation.

Cooking for my lover...

2012-02-02T18:45:00.001+02:00

Because it's incredibly cold outside and because the car would not start , we've been forced to stay mostly inside keeping away from the freezing cold. Last night the outside thermometer showed a minimum of - 25 C (-13 F) and to my utter astonishment I discovered ice around the door keyhole.

In spite of all our efforts to keep it warm inside the house (that includes a fireplace and some electric radiators ) we can't seem to obtain more than some pathetic 15 degrees C (58 F) which is ...brrrr.
And because we, no longer, have the luxury to go out shopping every day, we had to actually brain storm in the search for some cooking ideas..

So, for my boyfriend I used carrots, leeks and some peas long forgotten in the freezer, to prepare him some sort of vegetables sote with a side of grilled pork. I made it sweet and spicy and he loved it.

For lacto-vegetarian me I boiled some potatoes and I prepared a delicious Oriental salad with some rings of leeks, red onions, black olives and a bit of balsamic vinegar. I sprinkled a generous amount of olive oil di campagna (brought by my sister from sunny Italy), toasted some bread and that's all.

I live in freaking ..blizzard-ville

2012-01-29T19:08:00.001+02:00

I don't like winter much, I find it depressing and tormenting, at least that's how our kinda winter is, in this part of the world. We live outside the city, in a village somehow secluded, where snow plows don't always reach, so most of the time we must handle the snow problem ourselves...But the snow and the blizzard is not the main issue here, the cold is. While I am typing here at my desk next to the lovely fireplace, the temperature outside is -19 degrees C (-2F).

I had to move my chickens in the basement, the dogs are sheltered in an old woodshed and I must let the water drip a little to prevent the water pomp from unwanted freezing incidents (last year it happened and I had to spend hours in the basement trying to unfreeze the pipes with a hair dryer). Aside from the water pump, there's the car issue. I have a car that greatly enjoys tormenting me when it comes to engine starting...So, again I must grovel to the magical hair dryer that I use to warm the membrane of the freaking LPG (liquified petroleum gas) installation.

Also, besides the car, the water pump, the frozen pipes, the chickens and the dogs, I must worry about the chimney, because it gets clogged up every 3 days and unless I want to die asphyxiated in my sleep, I must make my boyfriend climb up a ladder 5 meters high and shake down all the accumulated soot. So I suppose you can understand why I can't share the general freaking magic spirit when it comes to winter. Nevertheless, considering all the hardships and the inconveniences, I still would never trade my house for an apartment in the city with all its commodities...not in a million years. There may be no magic here during winter but as soon as the spring comes...oh my, that's where all the magic of the world comes for coffee and biscuits.

That's a little message from me to you :).

The chick I love ...

2012-01-27T01:15:00.000+02:00

Oh yeah, I have a chick that I adore. Her name is Little Wheel and I raised her since day one. She is now about 4 years old and she is a prolific egg layer. She is very friendly and cute, Eugene the rooster obviously favors her, probably because of her punk-like plumage and her smallish stature. She hates cold weather and because, these days I live in blizzard-ville, I decided to take her inside the house in order to avoid an unwanted health issue on her behalf.

Ever since we share the same house I got used to her cute clucking, I often watch Tv holding her on my lap like a cat...The other pets seem entirely uninterested in the new tenant .., they appear to show a reserved and mute courtesy towards her. I raised them well after all :). I have another 3 chicks and one rooster, I love them all very much, I feed them only natural food and offer them as much freedom to run around the yard as they wish.

They produce a lot of lovely eggs that we get to share with our friends and family. And I can tell you one more thing for sure....these chickens will never become shnitzel :).

Sexy Grannies

2012-01-22T17:17:00.000+02:00

There must be something miraculously blissful about the Brazilian climate or the Brazilian cuisine ...otherwise I cannot explain how this marvelous country can deliver such beautiful women. And I mean reallyyyyy beautiful in spite of age or any other hostile factors..like gravity for instance:).. That explains why the recent Brazilian Miss Grandma Pageant caused such a stir... The grandmothers that signed in for this beauty contest had ages between 46 and 57 and ...really...not a single one of them showed her age. I was amazed mostly about their skin tone...wow. Chapeau bas...ladies!!!!

Blogs, bloggers and blogging..

2012-01-19T17:37:00.000+02:00

Because Lora Rivera, a very interesting writer and blogger, offered me The Versatile Blogger Award, I wish to use this opportunity to mention here some of my blogger friends who most definitely deserve this award. These awards are an excellent opportunity to get to know new people and discover amazing new blogs so I challenge you to visit them.So the rules of this award say that: In a post on your blog, nominate 15 fellow bloggers for the Versatile Blogger Award.

In the same post, add the Versatile Blogger Award.
In the same post, thank the blogger who nominated you in a post with a link back to their blog.
In the same post, share 7 completely random pieces of information about yourself.
In the same post, include this set of rules.
Inform each nominated blogger of their nomination by posting a comment on each of their blogs.

So 7 random things about me: 1. I was a lacto-vegetarian for 10 years, I gave it up for some stupid reason but now I am back again and I feel amazing.
2. I plan to build a new house (smaller) with white columns, a huge fireplace and a marble bath...
3. I could never live without a cat, a dog or some other pet(s) around me. I have constant problems with my family that must always stay alert to prevent me from adopting new pets.
4. I am very interested in politics, I highly enjoy following the daily events in world politics.
5. I am sorry to admit it but I really can't stand crying babies in the supermarkets...or other populated places. That doesn't mean that I dislike babies.
6. In a few years I wish to have a daughter with green eyes and black hair....hopefully :).
7. I've started writing a fantasy novel and I am simply enjoying it...:).

Now these are the bloggers I wish to offer the Versatile Blogger Award to.
1. Janet from http://janetgardner.blogspot.com/ is an amazing lady that I adore, she writes about her personal experiences and she can always reach my heart.
2.Dianne from http://yonksnews.blogspot.com/ is always surprising. You can never get bored reading her blog.
3. Virginia from http://tangentgardening.blogspot.com/ is an amazing blogger who writes about her almost surreal garden. She has mind blowing photos.
4. Bonnie from http://www.thriftymommaramblings.com/ is a very smart lady with an extremely colorful and versatile blog.
5. Jane and Lance from http://hattatt.blogspot.com/ is a cosmopolite couple who share on their blog their amazing adventures and cultural experiences.
6. Grace from http://dragonsalley.blogspot.com/ is a fascinating lady who writes breathtaking posts on personal experiences and her lovely family.
Congrats everybody!!!
And thank you Lora!

When a blind man cries...

2012-01-16T22:29:00.002+02:00

There must be some sort of chaotic and ironic abnormality when most of the people of a country suffer in extreme and cruel poverty while their leaders wear 20 000 dollar watches and 15 000 dollar bags. It's defyingly obscene. But that is not the reason why a large number of my co-nationals, the bravest ones, left their warm homes and decided to come out in the freezing cold to shout their hearts out for the desperate hope of a CHANGE.

I am mute and humble to their beauty, to the grace of their noble and brave hearts that chose to step up and make a move. They chose to abandon their comfortable couches and come out in the cold to prove they are not dead yet...in spite of the constant destructive "reforms" of an illiterate Government that chopped off their wages, pensions, medications and...generally their dignity. I am so happy I can say again I am proud of my people....to the rest of my lethargic people WAKE UP ROMANIA, stick your head out of the aquarium!!!!!

Of Virtual Love and Friendship

2012-01-12T23:05:00.001+02:00

I am lazy, oh so lazy...

You have to trust me when I tell you that I've never really believed in such things as virtual friendships or Internet friends...So you can surely understand my wonderment when I realize that this amazing discovery...the Internet... has actually offered unexpected joys discovering very old and dear friends and colleagues, old and almost forgotten loves :) and numerous new friends from all over the world. In times of suffering these faceless new friends that I have never met, nor have I ever heard their voices or looked them in the eye, have sent me incredible messages of support and caring from the farthest parts of the world like India, Canada, Philippines, USA, Russia, Great Britain, Brazil, Belgium and of course Romania..my country. However unbelievable may seem, these words of support they helped me cope with my suffering and I simply have to say THANK YOU to all my new virtual friends that spent 5 minutes of their precious time to write a kind message towards me.

high school pic, i challenge you to discover my mug :)

Besides support from new friends, the Internet (mostly Facebook) has offered me the chance to rediscover dear old colleagues scattered all over the world. Most of them are married, have kids and jobs and interesting stories to share...I could never imagine my daily life now without our newly rediscovered group of high-school friends.
A big kiss to everyone, old and new friends out there...I am so lucky to have met you.

To Bride or not to Bride

2012-01-07T21:37:00.000+02:00

It's been almost 12 years of partnership out of wedlock :) and I must say I could have never had it otherwise...Unfortunately my partner shares a different opinion when it comes to love, marriage and family so, after 12 years, I was placed in the unwanted position to reconsider my entire philosophy. For a number of reasons - that I don't want to bore you with - and because he is currently fighting a serious illness, he confessed how much he'd appreciate if his marriage proposal would not be rejected for the third time...

He is surely very well familiar with my utter resentment when it comes to weddings and the whole bridey stuff, but his motivation was so convincing and heartfelt that it actually made me consider this possibility. And when I think that the whole plan was to die unmarried, wise and happy......

My kinda wedding gown

So, I cannot believe I get to say that but...I am getting married.
Not now, probably in late summer, but I've already started a bored inquiry regarding unconventional wedding ideas.

or maybe I should keep it simple

If it were up to me, I would tailor myself a lovely black dress made of lace veil but then I really don't want my mom to cry tears of blood, or the preacher to chase me out of the church throwing strings of garlic at me.

So here I am open to wise, creative ideas for a small and unconventional wedding from you married, serious and responsible people :).. Any suggestion is highly appreciated :).

The Rage of the Bitch

2012-01-04T22:07:00.000+02:00

Kukly has been my pet since 2001 and when I first held her she could fit on my palm. Ever since she was a puppy, she showed no mercy towards those who would tease her or would play with her when she was not in the mood. She bit me twice, she tumbled all her suitors and she chased my cats so many times that she determined me to consider giving her up. But I couldn't. When I'm gone for more than 2 hours she cries for me, she can feel my arrival or my boyfriend's, 5 minutes before we park the car in front of the house. When I cry, she comes to me and licks my tears weeping gently like something is hurting her.

So I could never give her up...I came to peace with her moody nature and , in time, her bitchy disposition became a source of amusement for us.
For instance, she is very upset with the mop or the broom whenever she sees me cleaning around her favorite sitting area. She gets so crazy that she starts biting the mop.
When I plan on cleaning I usually prefer to send her out in the garden to avoid the familiar battles with the mop.We talked to some vets about her strange aggressiveness and they all reached the same conclusion...that's just her..nature. But she is an old gal now and she seems to show a bit more understanding towards our cats...sometimes.

the day I picked her

Midnight resolution

2011-12-31T20:49:00.000+02:00

When things go chaotically wrong one must pull oneself together and try to make and give the best of it. I hate all the usual empty cliches totally devoid of real significance that are meant to enlighten you in your moments of despair and guide you towards a positive outlook. Oh fuck positive outlooks!!It's a theatrical waste of time and energy. I'd rather contemplate my sad, desperate but REAL situation and find REAL possible solutions...No puffs and frills, no embellishments, no bloody bright sides, just the truth. So my current truth has a sad and somehow critical dimension...for now and I decided I wanted to face it cold blood. My boyfriend is in a battle with a bloody blood disease and our lives changed a bit. We decided we cannot let anything come between us and our midnight New Year's resolution is supposed to determine a new beginning. This year 2011 has been a terrible one for me and most of my friends and family...let's hope 2012 will be much better and it will not end in December 2012 as the Mayans predicted :).

I wish to all my friends, bloggers and readers an amazing New Year full of breathtaking experiences, love, passion and unexpected accomplishments. Here are some photos of some members of my family that have paws, tails and whiskers. Happy New Year!!!!

All I Want for Christmas is..You

2011-12-24T18:30:00.001+02:00

For the last 14 days I haven't been able to lift my eyes from the ground. It's been 14 days, that means 336 hours of constant despair, incredible pain and silent sorrow. Silent because I must play cool and optimistic.
It's been 14 days since I have been forced to contemplate the mortality of the love of my life. He has been ..almost..diagnosed with a severe blood disease, it's called Myeloproliferative syndrome and it's...incurable. Of course, there is treatment, there is no immediate danger but...
14 days ago I died a bit and I understood how much i wish I were the sick one and not him. I would anytime and gladly give him my kidney, my bone marrow, my liver or...my heart. I really don't want anything, anything at all in the world, I don't want no fortunes, I'd rather be the poorest human in the world...I just want him...

Brains for Breakfast

2011-12-10T23:25:00.002+02:00

Yes, I'd have never thought of such...culinary option but here it is. My boyfriend is going though a very difficult time, he is recuperating from a severe digestive hemorrhage and he is supposed to ingest all sorts of foods very rich in iron..:red meat, liver and brain (veal, pork, lamb) in order to re-establish the chemical balance of his blood. So, because we had to introduce brain in the menu, my boyfriend suggested we should try one of his mother's old recipes for fried crumbed brain. I must admit I loathe, I just loathe the very idea of eating brain, anybody's brain...but, I faced the challenge very determined to create something edible :).

But, I eventually ended up assisting my dearest boyfriend, who reached the conclusion he could do it better. He first half boiled the yukky brain, then he let it cool and prepared a Bechamel sauce (2 eggs, milk and flour). Then he powdered each piece of brain with white flour, then it passed it through the Bechamel sauce and then finally coated it with breadcrumbs.

He fried them til they turned golden. That was all. I only tasted a very tiny bit and I have to admit it's not as bad as I expected it. I know some people say it's a delicacy but I don't.
.............................................................
Because my boyfriend's blood tests turned out alarmingly bad last time, we had to re-do them this morning, we expect the result on Monday and I am very very...scared. His last blood tests showed a very high level of leococytes (white blood cells), huge number of thrombocytes and very law number of red blood cells. If anyone had similar experiences I'd welcome the feedback. I am just so terrified..

When you need a happy face...

2011-12-09T21:34:00.001+02:00

This lovely face brought a bit of sun on my cloudy days.

Hello, any aliens out there?!!

2011-12-06T15:17:00.002+02:00

This morning, the first news I laid my eyes on was related to one of NASA's planet-hunting spacecrafts, called Kepler, that has confirmed the discovery of its first alien world that lives in a habitable zone (meaning the general conditions might allow liquid water to exist).
The new found planet in the habitable zone was named Kepler 22b, it orbits a star very much like our sun and it is located about 600 light-years away from Earth. The scientists say that the two planets have somehow similar temperatures and that, if the greenhouse effect operates as it does on Earth, its average temperature should be about 22 degrees Celsius (72 F)...which is ideal for life.

Personally I find it hard to believe we are alone in this magnificent universe, it would be quite a waste, but if there are other life forms out there, I am not very sure they would be interested to shake our hand and bow gracefully. My instinct tells me, if they exist, they have no concern in making contact with unevolved creatures such as ourselves. Probably they can realize if we discover
their existence we might start a war to steal their women, their gold or their spaceships. You can read more about the discovery Here.

My beautiful Indian friends.

2011-12-05T16:01:00.000+02:00

When I was about 8, I remember my mom being absolutely desperate to go to the cinema and see the famous Indian movie Ek phool do Mali (1969) (about the film). In those gloomy times, I remember communism wouldn't allow our national television to broadcast more than 3 hours every evening, so I remember how frustrated we all were because of the lack of entertainment - no music, no movies and my biggest sorrow..no cartoons (the national television would only offer kids 10 minutes of cartoons every week).

So, this movie, and other similar Indian productions, survived in my memories as the symbol of the ultimate entertainment.
I shall always remember fondly the graceful Indian dancers and their colorful costumes that made all the girls in the neighborhood tailor themselves similar dresses, their exotic songs and the dulcet, melodic voices of the beautiful actresses. I must admit nowadays I am no longer a fan of Bollywood productions, but those days they were our greatest moments of joy.
And I have to admit, as a grownup, I still have a tremendous admiration towards the astonishing Indian people, they have so much magic in their history and culture :).

Vintage Beauties and their secrets

2011-12-02T23:19:00.000+02:00

There was a time, not very long ago, when women were considered highly decorative and generally...less smart. They were not supposed to have political views and their daily occupations involved mostly needlework, socializing and maternity. Although they'd build large families, they didn't care much for sex, mostly because their education cultivated in their minds a deep and utter disgust towards the matter.

I ran into a famous saying of an English mother towards her newlywed daughter " Just lie back and think of England, my dear" and it amused me greatly. Sexuality was a huge tabu for them and men were actually wearing a metal gear that would prevent them from masturbating.The shameful practice of masturbation was considered an extreme liability for the intellect, and even more, a determining factor for mental illnesses.

George Bernard Shaw named the rubber condom " the greatest invention of 19th century" so I suppose most of these upper class ladies had access to modern contraception, although some writers of the time mention how fond were most men of their sheep guts (the membranes of the sheep's intestines that were used as an empiric condom).

Seducer, I know your name...

2011-11-30T18:11:00.001+02:00

Dark, proud, subtle, careless, rude yet honest, fearless, defying, brutal and gentle at the same time, painfully polite, too arrogant for his own good, generous, irresistibly enticing, captivating, graceful as an unpredictable feline, intriguing and as tempting as a sin. That's the portrait of my seducer. I haven't met him yet though...:)

My Scarlet Letter

2011-11-26T15:35:00.001+02:00

Because the letter "M" is so very special to me, I felt the need to imprint it deep under my skin and thus blend it with my DNA :). I don't necessarily like tattoos, but this particular one is very special, it is my almost instinctual response to an unspoken need of feeling closer to the bearer of the letter "M".

The tattoo is located on my left wrist and has been performed by my nephew, he is almost an artist in the area. I like white tattoos, they are discrete, yet interesting and chic.
My nephew is 21 and he is my sister's son. Because of the small age difference, we, pretty much, grew up together and have become over the years very close.

He works very hard considering his young age and, because he doesn't smoke, drink, gamble or practice any other vices, he's managed to buy his own car, an amazing BMW, that I tried myself....wow astonishing sexy car. It reaches 100 km/hour in 6 seconds and its engine purrs like my Mister Miaw. Tomorrow morning my sister and my nephew will be on their way back to Italy, leaving me nostalgic and inconsolable...

Bye bye my darlings ...:(.

Dear Mama, I love you!!!

2011-11-25T12:40:00.000+02:00

Happy Birthday Mama!
My Mom is a simple lady, life hasn't treated her very well ...She endured harsh times in communism when she had to wake up at 5 in the morning to stay in line for some milk (they would sell only one bottle per person). She raised three kids, and because as a child she had never had the chance to study, she made all the efforts for her children to receive the best education. She kept her silence when her abusive husband would come home late, drunk and ready to start new fights. And she has been the best mom in the world every minute and every day..I only wish I could show her how much she means to me...because words are ridiculously poor.
I love you MAMA!!!

Mister Google , you are breaking my heart...

2011-11-24T14:56:00.002+02:00

I've been very upset lately because my blog traffic has dropped significantly from an average of 750-800 page views to a gloomy 450-500 page views daily, pushing me 4 months back of blog work. I cannot find a reasonable explanation considering the fact that I haven't changed anything at all in my blog, nor have I altered the general style of my posts. I researched Mister Google hoping to find some answers and I discovered a lot of bloggers sharing the same problem and, apparently, the most probable explanation would be that Mister Google is playing with ranking algorithms and thus increasing or decreasing the visibility of my link tags in the search engines. This entire operation is called Google Panda. I have to admit I am very demotivated and displeased. If some of you fellow bloggers out there experienced the same problem, I'd appreciate your advice..

Shhhhhhhh! There is a puppy sleeping...

2011-11-22T15:27:00.000+02:00

My 9 year old German Shepherd, Betty, doesn't care much about the mighty strong male representatives of her own breed, she only likes flirting with pathetic skinny mutts. I know she has a terrible taste in men but I thought I would just let her do her thing as long as it makes her happy. When she is in heat, there is one particular black spotted mutt that has the outstanding agility to jump over my fence and thus reaching the object of his adoration. We gave up chasing him away a few years ago, because it was an useless attempt, he'd return right back in a nutshell.

Betty showed a very high affection towards him and, over the years, they produced numerous offsprings that I managed to place in good homes, nevertheless, as it would be expected, the result of their tempestuous love-games does not inherit the perfect genes of the mother, on the contrary...

Two days ago I couldn't find Betty anywhere, I looked for her everywhere and I almost lost my mind thinking that somebody might have stolen her away from me...In the end, after hours of desperate search I found her in our old woodshed...She was humble, quiet and she seemed apologetic for her misconduct while lovingly licking her puppy. I didn't even know she was pregnant...I kissed her and hugged her til she started objecting....

The puppy is a very loud female, we named her Angelina, she is healthy ad greedy for her mom's milk. Betty is an excellent mom, she barely leaves Angelina...and...when she does she gets impatient to return.
She doesn't let anyone approach her, aside from me, not even the kittens, that she cares for very much. She is cautious and always alert.

I know it may sound strange to some people but to me, Betty is family...

Five Things that Make me Cry

2011-11-19T14:04:00.000+02:00

Me and suffering , we have made our acquaintance. I am well aware of its ugly face, it looked me in the eyes on some occasions, long enough to make me aware of its endless horrid abilities.
Because I have a tiny grain of mysanthropy in my heart, I don't care much about most of the people, but real human tragedy always moves me to tears.

I usually don't cry much, I wish I could, they say it's a good thing.
But I discovered some photos that speak so well of suffering, humility, despair, injustice, that they make crying ridiculous.

How to Smoke your own Bacon

2011-11-17T14:11:00.000+02:00

My sister is visiting and, since last Wednesday, my everyday life is turned upside down. She hasn't been home for quite some time and she is very eager to relive childhood experiences, mostly culinary experiences :). One of her favorite childhood treats is the smoked bacon that our father used to prepare for us every Christmas.

So, we decided to smoke some bacon, just to indulge my sister's cravings.
We covered the raw meat in salt and left it sitting about 12 hours. Then we built some sort of smoking cabin thoroughly sealed to keep the smoke inside as long as possible. We hanged the thick slices of bacon on hooks and then we placed them inside the smoking cabin. We built a small fire and we directed the smoke inside the cabin using a narrow pipe. We kept the little fire going about 20 hours. People in the countryside used to smoke their meat for a few days, even a week, to make sure it would be preserved safely til the following spring.

They use various types of wood to smoke the meat according to preference, but the most satisfactory is the wood from fruit trees (peach, apricot, cherry) for their sweet flavor.

We stored the meat in the basement where it's cool and dry. It's important to keep it hanged on.

my older sister keenly inspecting my kitchen :)

Between me and my sister there is a 10 year age difference (she is 43 and I am 33) and this can be well observed during our very often bickering sessions, when our two different worlds collide and cause inevitable collateral victims :). She is the kind of lady that highly enjoys cleaning around (although it's already clean) and criticizing pretty much everything that does not agree with her habits. The marvelous thing about our close relationship is that our menacing disputes don't last longer than 5, 10 minutes. She is very dependable, warm and smart and I love her terribly :).

Sleeping Booty and her aspirations

2011-11-14T15:37:00.000+02:00

Because I have always lacked self-confidence, I suppose it's kind of normal to have some grudge on those who exhibit it aggressively. Maybe that is why I actually don't understand Sasha Grey, an ex porn star who, at 23 years old plans to cast away her slutty chrysalis and transform herself into a good fairy.

That's how, the AVN award winner for the Best Anal Sex scene in "Anal Cavity Search", decided she wanted to involve herself in a reading program for 1st graders. She actually participated in some reading classes at an elementary school from California, causing quite a stir among the parents.

I don't know how well she can read, but I can't help of dreading what might happen if she'd mistake "Beauty and the Beast", "Snow White", "Harry Potter", "Moby Dick", "Lord of the Rings" or other reading material, with extremely popular adult productions like " Beauty and the Bitch", "Snow White and the sever sailors", "Whorey Potter and the Chamber of Secretions", "Moby's Dick", " Whore of the Rings" ...
Of course I am mean and bitchy, the lady wants to have it all and nobody's told her so far that this is impossible.

I have to admit I am happy for her sudden moral illumination but her passage from orgies to children's reading sessions is...inadequate to the least. And I am not a mother..:). Dare I ask some mommies if they would allow miss Sleeping Booty to babysit their children?
Maybe I am just bitter and full of grudge on her reading abilities.
She is very beautiful though...

See you at the end of the world....

2011-11-11T12:24:00.001+02:00

The day is not over yet. I am still waiting for angels marching on winged white stallions with fiery eyes and flaming gasps. So far I haven't heard any trumpet, nor have I been informed of some Beast from the sea with seven heads and 10 horns, as to the whore of Babylon, I suppose even she is exhausted to prepare twice a year for so many Apocalypses. So I wish to inform the people from the other hemispheres that I have survived well and sound the 11 o'clock of the 11th 11 of 2011.

There are no signs of locusts, rivers of blood or hail of fire. Nevertheless, mankind must face another apocalyptic challenge the next year because some Mayan dude scribbled 2000 years ago a calendar and got bored when he got to the year 2012. Til then good luck to you...keep away from the locusts...

100 000 blog visits = Thank you, world!

2011-11-08T02:15:00.001+02:00

Me and my boyfriend on the top of a mountain. Because he wanted to stay incognito :) I photoshopped him with a pair of sunglasses :).

Today, my humble blog reached a very impressive number of visits...100 000 since May this year. So I wish to kindly thank to all the extremely bored readers who ran into my blog and found something worth reading about. I also want to mention that I don't have unreasonable expectations, the addressability of my blog is somehow limited, if you consider the topics and ...the author, nevertheless a bit of inspiration and a great good fortune blessed me with a handful of fascinating blogger friends with brilliant minds and endless creative resources.

So as it's accustomed in these situations I should mention something about the current performances of my blog:
In the last 3 months I have succeeded a number of 700 pageviews daily and about 25 000 a month. Most of my blog traffic comes from Google, then MySpace, Twitter, Entrecard, Favit, Blog Catalog, SocialWhale and a few from Facebook.
I have gathered a number of 770 precious comments (that I highly value) and some.. teeny tiny financial retribution.

But things are looking up...
Thank you again and please don't leave the page before taking a sip of champagne and a bite of cake...it's chocolate.
I love you people! Well, most of you...:)

Giotto and his hidden demon...

2011-11-06T13:07:00.002+02:00

One of the most famous frescos painted by Giotto 800 years ago, in the Basilica of St Francis in Assisi. The devilish face was discovered recently by an Italian art historian who was working at the restoration of the frescos that were seriously damaged during an earthquaqe in 1997.

Giotto hid the face of the devil in the clouds of the frescos that portray the death of St Francis. It has a hooked nose, a sly smile and 2 black horns.

Devilishly artful hidden, I dare say.

That's my favorite of Gitto's work.

The Countess and the Virgins

2011-11-04T15:07:00.000+02:00

Once upon a time in the misty Carpathian mountains lived, in a secluded castle, a very wicked countess. Her name was Elizabeth and she was the heiress of a very noble Hungarian family..the Bathories.
I learned about her in history classes but only recently I discovered the fact that she greatly enjoyed bathing in virgins blood. She was actually prosecuted for the death of over 600 young maidens that she allegedly lured to her castle, under the pretext of teaching them the courtly etiquette.
They say she was too beautiful, and she became so obsessed with her beauty, more precisely with the preservation of her beauty, that she summoned to court various alchemists, witches, devil worshipers, in order to help her find a way to stay young and beautiful.

Apparently she reached the conclusion that the blood of young virgins could help her attain her goal of eternal beauty. During her trial, over 300 witnesses testified that she'd abduct daughters of local peasants and she would personally indulge in biting the flesh off their faces and arms and then her loyal subjects would gather the blood and prepare her a daily blood bath. She preferred the blood to be still warm.
The history names her one of the most prolific female serial killers. Considering the painting from above, she really doesn't look like one...so beware...evil can take so many forms.

The Forbidden Food...

2011-11-02T03:45:00.000+02:00

The other day I ran out of bread and, because I wasn't willing to move my butt and waste 15 minutes to the nearest bakery, I decided to bake my own bread. And indeed I baked the loveliest loaves of bread of this year. I love cooking and unfortunately I love eating too so, everyday for me it's a constant battle with my insatiable appetite.

I've tried numerous tricks to ignore, diminish, annul, despise and even befriend the horribly chaotic center of hunger situated in my hypothalamus, but so far....in the year 33 of my existence I've decided to play cool and let it win...for now.
Before baking, I briefly Googled looking for some inspiration regarding shapes of bread and, during my research, I ran into some amazing art made from food by an impressing artist Carl Warner. The photos are amazing and I wanted to share them with you.

This image is made of different kinds of bread, and, on the ground, there is brown sugar, sesame seeds and rice.

This version of London is made of beans, asparagus, watermelon, broccoli, sliced lemons, bread, leaves of parsley.

I am sure you noticed the fluffy clouds made of cauliflower, the cottages made of cheese and bread and so on...

The Wild West is made of pickles, avocados, bread, brown sugar, tortillas and a lot of bacon.

Here everything is made of fish: sea bass, mackerel, herring...including the water..

Back to Black

2011-10-30T17:07:00.000+02:00

Yes I am definitely addicted to black. Its calm, clean, mysterious chromatic message envelopes me like a miraculous cloak of invisibility.

Except it makes me stronger, more confident, it's like it bestows upon me some kind of superpower, it helps me become exactly the one I want and always wished for to be.

Surely black is usually associated with mourning, gothic or all that emo...crap, I don't care much for any of these, I mean, peace to everybody but, to me, black is definitely my superpower mantle. I can't say I always dress in black, just about 80% of the time but it definitely suits me, completes me and flatters me :).
Black is the most adequate option when it comes to new challenges...Seducing, delightfully unknown, dangerously forbidden, tempting yet intriguing, enigmatic, magical, almost mystical, untouchable...Who could ever go wrong with black?

I Put a Spell on You...

2011-10-27T16:51:00.000+03:00

I have always been fascinated by esoterism, occultism and theosophy. When I was a little girl I had this constant thought in my mind that I had magic abilities...I suppose we all do at a certain age.
Eager to find out more, I consulted astrological charts, numerology interpretations, tarot and cartomancy reading...they all spoke about esoteric powers that bubbled inside me ready to burst.

So, when I was about 17 (they say 17 is a magical age for witchcraft), I thought I'd challenge my inner witch- wizard- sorceress who seemed unresponsive to other ordinary stimuli, and I started studying various ritualistic incantations, magic spells, ceremonial formulas, magical circle rites, healing conjurations etc...

Of course nothing happened ....:)
I remember trying for days to light up a candle with the power of the thought, I almost broke my tongue reciting for hours various incantations that were supposed to make me levitate :))), not to mention several sleepless nights, when I'd stare for hours in the mirror, holding a candle like a moron, and hoping to witness a much awaited opening of the gateway towards alternate universes.
Yes I would have been a very tenacious witch...too bad the levitation issue was a must...

Long Live the King!

2011-10-25T14:05:00.000+03:00

There was a time when my country used to be a monarchy... And there was a time when the 23 year old king of my country had the strength to say "NO" to Hitler.
Forced by the communists to abdicate and leave his country, King Michael of Romania, lived for 42 painful years away from his beloved
people.

He is an incredible example of courage, strength, compassion and nobility. He is a true and constant inspiration to me.
Today it's his 90th birthday and I wish to say Happy Birthday Your Majesty!

Invasion of the Plastic Women

2011-10-23T20:53:00.000+03:00

I love beautiful women, I can appreciate beauty in all its forms, shapes and colors. But I cannot understand the new wave of fake plastic fascination that seems to have conquered so many women.

Fake boobs, plumped lips, chopped noses, inflated cheeks, fat injections, hell..they even make fake asses now...
I started thinking about this invasion of plastic ladies, when I read about Sarah Burge (50), a plastic surgery freak-lady who apparently dedicated her entire life to becoming a Barbie-woman. Not only did she spend about 500 000$ on various plastic surgeries to improve ??? her appearance, but now she brought the whole madness to a new level...she recently offered her 7 year old daughter a boob job voucher as a birthday gift.

Again, I cannot entirely exclude the fact that I may be hopelessly old fashioned and seriously outdated by modern reality, but can anyone answer me please, what the hell is wrong with perfectly beautiful Salma Hayek? Because some nut job suggested her to consider plastic surgery.
Something is really wrong here...

They died holding hands...

2011-10-20T14:47:00.001+03:00

I was deeply moved by the touching story of this old couple from Iowa who, after 72 years of marriage, died together, last week, holding hands. Gordon (94) and Norma Yeager (90) got married in 1939, exactly the day they graduated from high school, because they didn't want to spend another moment apart from each other. They lived a beautiful and full life, they had 4 children, 14 grandchildren, 29 great grandchildren and 1 great great grandchild. They worked together and had fun together for 72 years until last Wednesday when they went out shopping and had a car accident.

Although they suffered severe wounds, they asked to be held together in the same intensive care unit. They held hands all the time until Gordon stopped breathing. Because his heart monitor still showed heart activity the medical staff realized astonished that the heart beatings were his wife's, whose hand he was still holding very tight. Norma survived him exactly one more hour and then she passed, never letting go of Gordon's hand.
Their children arranged for them to share the same casket and planned for their ashes to be mixed together.
I suppose this kind of love is very rare, but it does exist and it's just as overwhelming as a miracle.

Lady on Fire

2011-10-18T16:32:00.001+03:00

I am definitely on fire because M'lady Laila Knight from Untroubled kingdom of Laila Knight considered me among her nominations for the Blog on Fire Award.
I am definitely a solitary person, I don't like crowds, I dislike women who talk too much and, people who meet me for the first time, probably want to throw a cake in my face, that's how insufferable I am.

So you can imagine how surprised I can be to discover that there are people out there that I actually like very much. Laila Knight is one of them, she is a very complex writer with an unbelievable imagination and an outstanding and contagious joie de vivre. You should visit her and you'll discover her magic.

The rules of the award are to write 5 unknown things about yourself and then pass the award forward to other 5 bloggers you like.
Firest I want to mention 5 bloggers I visit almost daily because I like their style, they are very interesting people with lots of remarkable posts on their blogs. 1. Lette from Pinay Scribbles, she is a very sexy mom who writes lovely and honest posts about her fun family.
2. Yonks from Yonk's news shares fascinating posts about old, dusty times and their unforgettable legacies.
3. Lotte from Love 2 Type is a very mysterious lady with lovely and diverse posts that always stir my curiosity.
4. Catherine from Living the Gourmet is a constant and merciless teaser of our senses. She transforms intricate recipes into amazing foods that always make me drool abundantly.
5. Robert from Words that Etch is a romantic gentleman who writes touching poetry about love, passion and honor.
Now 5 things about me:

1. I love driving good cars with as much speed as possible :).
2. I hate cleaning the house, I'd rather have someone drop hot wax on my bare skin than mop, broom, dust etc...
3. I love wearing high heels, gothic make up, long hair and mainly black clothes ever since...forever.
4. I am literally attached to my computer, a few days ago the power went off and I was like a crazed bird in a cage.
5. I don't think I shall ever get married, I have constant nightmares about that and I don't believe I shall get the courage to say "I do" ...ever. But I do want to have a child...eventually, maybe next year, who knows?

Elves and Fairies

2011-10-15T13:10:00.000+03:00

However diligently you might search, you'll never find a fairy, a leprechaun, a goblin, or even a troll, after the middle of September. Following the second week of this hateful month, something happens up in the air, a shift of currents or some sudden change of temperature that makes everybody pack their bags and leave for other places that show less menace towards their frail wings and delicate constitution.

Useless to say that, during winter, fairy dust has no power...so...
That's why I get mighty upset in autumn, everybody leaves and we get stuck here in the middle of blizzard-ville, with no magic around whatsoever...
Of course there is still the Snow Fairy, but whoever has the courage to approach her, good luck to you...

For entirely exceptional situations we can surely count on the elves, they are mighty kind and noble, but I guess they have their own problems and they kinda look down on humans, after all we are so much unevolved compared to them.

So like it or not, we get to hibernate til the end of March when, maybe, the bravest faeries might consider returning.
Til then...boring, boring, boring.

Kinky Dispositions...

2011-10-12T01:38:00.001+03:00

I was about 16, when, during the long, boring chemistry classes, I was reading under the table, about the perverted universe of Marquis de Sade. To this day, I cannot say I got to share much enthusiasm when it comes to extreme sexual expression. My obvious boring opinion is, that sex is a private matter and it should happen behind closed doors. Nevertheless, I have discovered lately how many people share a huge interest towards...unconventional sexual fantasies, and I reevaluated the entire issue.

These.. practices disclose very much about their.. practitioners...
I have discovered that there are people in the world that get sexually aroused when confronted with: mucus, trees, vomit, enemas, breast milk, cars, menstruation, big noses, navels, smells, toes, fire or ...urinals.
S&M seems to constantly produce an irresistible fascination and I couldn't help of wonder...are we that bored?

Men got so horribly tired of missionary position that they had to turn to wearing pampers and getting spanked?
And a naked woman is no longer enough unless she is either gagged, bounded or with another naked woman..?
I don't judge, everyone has the right to do whatever they want as long as they don't hurt anyone.....pardon me, actually hurting can be an expected and desired effect in S&M. Let's hope it's a tolerable...one.

October Rain

2011-10-09T17:59:00.000+03:00

Last evening's twilight brought some menacing purple clouds that gradually turned into a very warm gentle rain. I am not very fond of rain, but this particular one kinda washed away my sorrows.

The Magic Apple

2011-10-07T17:49:00.000+03:00

I've never owned an Apple product, but, even a technological neophyte such as myself can realize the overwhelming magnitude of Steve Jobs' legacy.
They say geniuses die young and I really believe that, brilliant people get consumed so much faster...
Personally I am grateful to Steve Jobs for a few words he said, that determined me to reevaluate my humble life so far.

"Your time is limited, so don't waste it living someone else's life. Don't let the noise of others' opinions drown out your own inner voice. And most important, have the courage to follow your heart and intuition".

I wish to humbly thank Steve Jobs for these words. Rest in peace!

Death on High Heels

2011-10-05T22:03:00.001+03:00

Tick-tock, tick-tock, that was the constant sound, my boyfriend heard coming from the hospital isle, during the first 3 nights of his hospitalization. The sound imitated perfectly the echo of high heels clacking on a tile floor. He even got out of bed in the middle of the night dragging along his perfusion, just to see whose steps were constantly trotting on the isle, back and forth in a perfect cadence. When he found nobody at all, but returned to sleep.. But the tick-tock, tick-tock returned again just as irritatingly as before. Those steps were so present and clear that his feverish half-asleep subconscious actually created a dream that offered him an explanation.

So, according to him, those steps would actually belong to death who would wander the isles of the hospital expecting to claim new souls. When he told me about the tick-tock, the following morning, I shuddered...I shuddered to the very core of my being. I am usually not very impressionable, but this particular story shook my unyielding bravery and it significantly diminished my ability to sleep home alone...
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Now speaking of more cheerful topics, I wish to thank Laila Knight from Untroubled Kingdom of Laila Knight, she is a fascinating lady with an impressing alien lineage who nominated me for a Liebster Award (my third..ahem). I must pass along this award to other bloggers I like, so here they are...

Shaharoh from Life between Living

Justin from Writings of Justin Bogdanovitch

Jennifer from Writing Mama

Very special people, don't hesitate to visit them...

Hospitals Suck

2011-10-02T23:51:00.001+03:00

Since Thursday, I have been making daily trips to the hospital, where my boyfriend is kept under treatment for an internal bleeding (most probably a gastric bleeding). The hospital is located at about 7 kilometers from where I live and every day I have to make a 20 minutes drive in a shitty car, to be there close to him.

the hospital soup...

I would have gladly walked if I didn't have the shitty car (that has the annoying habit of stopping in the middle of the street causing me to block traffic and getting numerous middle-finger references).
The hospital smell is very difficult to breath, it's a strange mixture of food odors, chlorine, medication and unwashed bodies.

My boyfriend is fed glucose and other substances through a perfusion, he is pale as a sheet (he has lost about 2 liters of blood) and I like to believe that he is seriously reevaluating his lifestyle choices. When the ambulance brought him to the hospital, his blood pressure was 80/40 and he was pooping blood.

While I was following his gurney like a mute, idiotic ghost, he was looking at me silently and I knew it was his wordless way of imploring me to forgive him. I don't think I can do that just yet...first I need him home, healthy and physically able to endure a serious kick in the ass.
To my dearest friends who have been there for me with kind words and virtual hugs, I wanted to let you know how much I needed them and how much they contributed to make me feel a little less lonely.
God knows I really need that now...Thank you...

Falling Apart....

2011-10-01T00:21:00.001+03:00

Ever since the ambulance took my loved one away, I've turned into a numb moving carcass. I can barely sense the tips of my fingers and I am not able to taste or smell much. I make daily visits to the hospital, I shop for diet food (diet cheese, herbal teas) and I come home to an empty house, silent as a tomb. If I could just cry, I think I would actually snap out of it...Hehe crying is a luxury.

Angels and Mortals

2011-09-27T19:18:00.001+03:00

I have never seen an angel, well maybe I took a glimpse of one when I was about 2 years old and , my mom probably forgot about me and left me crying alone in the dark for a while. During my distress I vaguely remember being distracted by some strange circle light floating in a corner of the room. It probably was nothing special but that particular memory from 30 years ago, for some reason, stayed with me. I also have to admit that I am usually more inclined to find fantastic explanations to simple facts. But apparently I am not the only one. According to a recent study, about 72% of Americans believe in angels. These celestial beings seem to be present in all religions and their role is very well determined..they are messengers from...above. I discovered amazed and fascinated about the angel hierarchy and somehow, in my twisted fantasized mind, it made sense.
According to St.Ambrose and St. Jerome there are 7 classes of celestial beings: The Seraphims are the bearers of 6 wings and the caretakers of God's throne. The Cherubims have four faces, four wings and they are the guardians of the Tree of Life from the Garden of Eden. (Satan was a cherubim before he was disgraced and kicked down in hell).
The Ophanim or The Thrones are a bit different, they appear as an emerald colored wheel-within-a-wheel, their rims covered with hundreds of eyes.
The Dominions have the role to regulate the duties of lower angels. They rarely show themselves to mortals and they are believed to look like divinely beautiful humans with just one pair of wings. They can be distinguished by their orbs of light attached to their scepters.

The Powers are the bearers of conscience and the keepers of history. Their role is to oversee the distribution of power among humans (I am sorry but I dare say they are not doing a very good job).
The Principalities are shown wearing a crown and carrying a scepter. Their task is to watch over groups of people. They are the educators and guardians of the realm of earth.
And finally the Archangels (the Chief angels). Michael and Gabriel are two famous archangels that the Bible mentions several times. Raphael and Uriel might be also archangels. They are responsible with most of the interactions with the human world, they are the bearers of the message from God.
Some very optimistic mortals consider that humans are supposed to evolve on Earth til they gain the abilities of an angel. That's gonna take a loooooooooooong time.

Dracula, My Love....

2011-09-24T17:17:00.001+03:00

Letter from an agonizing Lady to Her Beloved...

" My sweet, dark prince, autumn is here and the gentle wind is constantly whispering in my ear your beloved name, stealing away all my peace of mind. The peasants commenced producing their ruby wine, the one you relish so much, and today I bathed in its sweet, foamy splendor hoping to recall the taste of your kisses on my skin.
Sometimes I curse you and your ships that have sailed you years away from me, making you breath another air and touch another ground. I curse the day you bestowed your dark witchery on my soul leaving me with nothing but lonesome nights of bitter reveries and useless tears of misery.

I often considered offering myself to the hungry wolves that linger beneath our windows during the long winters. Oh how I'd embrace death! Oh sweet deliverance! Blessed salvation! Oh, how I'd welcome my quiet grave with flickering balmy candles, my pale fingers resting on my bosom, my lips silent and still, craving for one last kiss. My merciless beloved, may you never find your blissful peace until you have kissed these lips again..."

The Smart Ass

2011-09-22T21:09:00.001+03:00

A smart ass is a very insignificant human life form who believes exclusively in eating, shit.ing and fu.king. He usually responds well to visual stimuli like big boobs or beer and he finds extreme satisfaction in primal actions like bullying and mocking pretty much anything that he cannot relate to.
The smart ass has an ego as enormous as his over flatulent belly and, in case of disaster, he's the first one to step over children and old ladies on his way to the nearest exit. He ridicules everything that exceeds his understanding, from God to his mother, nevertheless he is capable of love and compassion...for himself.
The smart ass has caused me a great deal of distress so far but not anymore...
So, if by any chance, one of these might accidentally run into my blog, I'd kindly suggest to keep his burps to himself and get the hell away from my virtual space.
Unevolved life forms are prohibited here.

Flaming Skies or My Sony Frustrations

2011-09-21T01:19:00.002+03:00

When things go terribly wrong some people smoke a cigarette, others drink their brains out, some cry like a baby, a few pray to various deities, a lot choose to drown their sorrow in sleepless nights in the search for the perfect climax, and ..maybe most of us do all the above and still feel very frustrated.
My frustrations are various, intense and out in the open, I don't feel the need to hide them away like some kind of unflattering tattoo. I am well aware that a frustrated lady is not a very pretty picture but, frankly my dears, I don't give a damn :).
I am hopelessly in love with nature, I haven't found so far something I could love more. So, when nature happens all around me, I feel the desperate need to capture the moment so that I can share it with the others. So could anyone please tell me, how the hell can I do that with a crappy camera that was produced in the same year with Titanic?
The other evening while I was admiring this breathtaking flaming sky, I thought how gloriously would have caught the moment, a Sony camera. And because I like torturing myself and I have unexplained needs to tease my own frustrations I visited this link http://www.canadapost.ca/shopper/sony/brand/349, and I felt exactly the way I do when I am in front of a chocolate cake, that, I know, I am not supposed to eat.
I had a Sony cellphone once and I know what it can do to your life, kinda the same effect a Mercedes Benz might have while you are behind its wheel. You feel ecstatic, confident, intoxicated with the seducing technology, like a freaking Matrix character playing with all the gadgets. What can I say, happy are ye all who can afford indulging your passions and everyday needs, I shall still be here waiting and hoping for the perfect...Christmas present. Ahem ahem...

Pretty Pink Devil :)

The Nimphs, the Fauns and the Crazy Lady

2011-09-18T16:47:00.000+03:00

It's the middle of September and here, in the countryside, the balmy air smells like ripe grapes and wine making. If we were 2000 years ago, we would have prepared for the Bacchanalia and would have surrendered to Dionysos' ecstatic rituals of intoxicating debauchery, raw flesh devouring and dancing frenzies. Maybe we would have even been in the illustrious company of Dionysos' celebrants, the alluring Bacchantes licking the red wine from each others alabaster bosoms, the fearsome Satyrs with enchanting red eyes and pointy ears, and the seductive Fauns with boyish bodies and insatiable desires.

Back here in the countryside, there are no Nimphs, just some old barefooted peasants with frowning wrinkled faces and bad dispositions. They do share a common interest in wine and intoxication, but that would be all. The Fauns and the Satyrs, well who the hell needs them? We have our tall big bellied men with rheumatic knees, pee stainted pants and plasma tvs in their shabby huts with no indoor plumbing.
Yes we do have a lot of poetry here....Dionysos would wallow in sorrows. I am just some crazy lady green with envy because I don't have a plasma tv.

My Orgasmic Cake of Biscuits

2011-09-15T18:28:00.002+03:00

My mom made me a biscuits cake when I turned 6 (because it was the cheapest version possible) and I was absolutely amazed how delicious it could be. Of course, the childhood food usually leaves a very deep print on our taste and later in life, however sumptuous culinary options we might have available, we always turn to mom's kitchen or granny's food.
Because the other day, I was in desperate need of a chocolaty dessert I thought I'd make something simple. I bought some ordinary biscuits and softened them in a thick syrup made with melted sugar, coffee and some milk.

When the biscuits absorbed all the syrup, I used my hands and turned them into a very thin paste. Then I started to make the chocolate sauce with butter, sugar, melted black chocolate, vanilla, cocoa powder and coffee.
When they all perfectly blended together I poured it on the biscuits paste and mixed everything very thoroughly. It needs at least 4 hours in the fridge and then it can be relished with some raspberry sauce in top. You can imagine how orgasmic, the combination of black chocolate and sourish raspberries, can be :).

I Wish I Were Scarlett O'Hara

2011-09-13T15:11:00.001+03:00

Scarlett O'Hara and her tempestuous nature haunted me all along my years, like a diligent old friend, whispering constantly in my ear about defiant courage, unshattered confidence and relentless determination. If she met me she would have probably risen her brow and thought "Fiddle dee dee, what a wimp", but she'd never suspect that, her fearless image cast away all my cowardly hesitations whenever, in difficult circumstances, I would wonder "What would Scarlett do?".

Well Scarlett would have kicked ass...always.
I've been reading Margaret Mitchell's novel over and over and over again for 20 years now and I got to almost memorize entire passages, I know about the Civil War much more than I ever wanted, because I hate wars and I don't think they are worth being remembered. I learned from Scarlett how to be flirtatious and wow..she was a fine teacher, because I have never failed :)..so far.

I loved her cunning way of getting what she wanted with just a coquettish flutter of lashes and a generous dimpled smile. When that wasn't enough she'd use velvet window curtains to tailor herself a sumptuous green dress to match her eyes. All these and her undeniable love for Tara were far more than sufficient to conquer any ramparts or Yankee bastions that might have faced her or her loved ones. In order to succeed she surrendered all her values, she was never very fond of them anyway. I wish I were as unscrupulous as she was, I wish I didn't put so much price on stupid, useless rectitude issues, they don't mean anything when you are unhappy.

And I also wish I had in me the courage to kill imaginary Yankees to save my life and the lives of those I love. I am afraid I am less of a woman compared to fictitious Scarlett. But I don't want to think about that now, I shall think about that tomorrow.....

The Link Award and 5 blogs I like

2011-09-11T17:03:00.000+03:00

Distinguished Lora Rivera from http://lorariverainsidewriting.blogspot.com/, bestowed upon me and my blog another huge honor and blogerly responsibility...The 7x7 Link Award. I have a very nice opinion about these blog awards because they produce a significant boost of confidence, not to mention the opportunity to discover new interesting blogs. The award requires that I nominate my most interesting and successful posts in accordance with specific categories.

So:

The Most Beautiful Post would be Are these Real Fairies?
The Most Popular Post .....My Favorite Whores
The Most Controversial Post ...Sexy Children and Stupid Grown Ups
The Most Surprisingly Successful Post...The Perfect Ass
The Most Underrated Post...The Tango Seductress
The Most Pride-Worthy...A Lot of Pride and some Prejudice
Now comes the best part when I must choose 5 other blogs I like very much to pass this award along:

The Botanist from http://thebaldpatch.blogspot.com/
Bromo from http://bromosaywhat.wordpress.com/
Rafaela from http://eatmesoon.blogspot.com/
Heather from http://littleredhenry.blogspot.com/
Katrina from http://www.katrinablogs.com/
Everybody enjoy!

Devil, thy Name is Woman...

2011-09-09T16:56:00.002+03:00

A woman's rage can follow you everywhere. Ever since I was a little girl in the kindergarten and mean Helena stole my launch, or in preschool when horrible Sylvia called me lice hair and poured milk in my backpack, I knew I was supposed to stay away from women. I remember being a very introverted child, living a somehow secluded childhood in my own fantasy world, it wasn't ideal but it wasn't bad either.

So I suppose that explains a little why I have never been able to come to peace with women everywhere. Of course there are a lot of ladies that I love, admire and couldn't live without, but I am talking about that particular segment of women that scare the crap out of anyone.

The unforgiving, vindictive, arrogant, unreasonable, backstabbing, two-faced, greedy, resentful kind of woman to whom most of the English speakers refer to as ..the bitch. I have had my share of bitches so far, I have worked with them (for a brief while I was subordinate to one), I was friends with one or two (and that taught me well), I am even related to one, two or maybe three, I am haunted by one or two ex-bitches, I have even noticed on my Facebook list of friends a few (that I shall definitely ban) not to mention the everyday bitches we all run into.

I discovered three bitchy lines that made me roll on the floor with delight. I would be a selfish bitch if I didn't share them with you :):
"Sweetie if you are going to be two-faced, at least make one of them pretty",
"Don't talk about yourself so much, we'll do that when you leave",
" I am free of all prejudices, I hate everyone equally",
After reading this whole post, I realized I sound very bitchy myself so I bow my head in humility and beg for your graceful leniency.
(A humble bitch)

Sex and the.. Country

2011-09-06T03:10:00.001+03:00

Women are the same everywhere. I've met a huge variety of them, old and young, poor or rich, they all shave their their legs (more or less), wear uncomfortable thongs, pluck their face hair (again...more or less), put on a lot of lipstick (although sometimes it doesn't match the missing teeth), bleach their hair til it turns into barbed wire, expose 3 rows of bellies in (much too) skinny jeans, all of these just to erect their man's interest.

Most of the women I've met in my part of the world (which is an almost medieval village) are still convinced that God intended for women to have plenty of fury hair on their legs and...all the other drafty parts (that is correct). They also consider sex a disgusting sin and when their husbands finally determine them to surrender to their passion, they hang on to their clothes for dear life.
When one of them gets suspiciously pregnant, the others gather conspiringly, ready to launch bitchy theories about their debauched neighbor and the ridiculous, unwanted outcome of her depravity. They never, and I mean NEVER, overlook their friends' mistakes, moreover, whenever they have an occasion to mock somebody, they do it with a large grin showing their cheesy teeth.

now these are some glimpses of reality

Sometimes, I wonder what is it that determines their alfa males to still consider the idea of mating: is it their smelly armpits, the oily hair, the healthy mustache, or maybe all the above? After 5 years living in their midst I have reached one conclusion:
Education is a bitch, but its absence is a mother fu.ker.

The Liebster Lady and her Blog

2011-09-04T13:58:00.001+03:00

What's a girl to do when she receives a blog award?(ahem...my second one)...She could modestly bat her eyelashes, smile humbly, shake the imaginary hand of the generous giver - The Botanist from http://thebaldpatch.blogspot.com - and hope for millions and millions of readers invading her blog and devouring her posts in the near future (how about next week?).

The idea of the Liebster Award is to spread bloggerly love to some deserving bloggers with fewer than 200 followers. I have to thank and link back to the sender - done - and nominate a few people to tag in return.
My favorite 5 bloggers that definitely deserve the Liebster Award are:
Whisppy from http://whisppy.blogspot.com/
Lette from http://www.pinayscribbles.be/
Gayle from http://keres-thingsmymothertoldme.blogspot.com/
Da Dude from http://burntfooddude.us/
Dolly from http://janetgardner.blogspot.com/

The Ghost Bride in My Attick

2011-09-01T02:31:00.002+03:00

About 7 years ago I was living in a very bohemian studio on the 10th floor of an old building near the train station. Above me lived nobody except some numerous rat colonies that would dance above my ceiling all night long. I easily got used to their constant trotting and I remember being very amused by my cat's significant interest in the upstairs neighbors. The previous owner had left behind a lot of junk in the apartment and when I moved I remember discovering a lot of valuable old photos, post cards and letters that greatly indulged my appetite for palpable testimonies of recent history. This photo caught my attention as soon as I saw it. It was dated in 1926 and there was something about that lady's face that intrigued me in a very unusual way.

I kept this photo along with many others that seemed just as fascinating and I remember joking with my friends about my beautiful "bride ghost" living upstairs and dancing her nuptial waltz with an invisible groom. A very strange turn of events determined me to reconsider my "ghost bride" jokes when, one night after New Year's party I returned home alone and very tired I fell into a very sound sleep. I personally blame it on the 2 glasses of champagne that I had drunk at midnight, because I cannot find a more reasonable explanation of the strange dream (I hope it was a dream) that I had. I remember feeling a slight tingle at my ear, like somebody was putting my hair beneath my ear and then I heard a female voice whispering clearly the words " There are rats in your hair". When I turned my head in horror, I saw the lady in the picture smiling.
I shall only add that, after this...strange dream, I needed years to find the courage to sleep alone again. Today while I was cleaning the old cabinet, I found the beautiful "ghost bride" again and I thought I would speak about her, after all ..spirits love being mentioned, don't they?

A Letter from Google

2011-08-31T14:03:00.000+03:00

Yesterday the postman rang twice (he always does) and handed me a letter from seductive Mister Google. I was very surprised because I wasn't aware that the famous Google sends promotional letters at home to each of its collaborators. This letter included a card with a value of approximately 65 $ that I can use to promote online my blog through the Google AdWords system. So the main idea is to register an account on http://adwords.google.com, create a standard promotional add that would describe my blog, the main tags, and also the sites where I wish my add would appear (I chose facebook, imdb, deviantart, tmz, cnn, bbc, youtube, huffington post, myspace and linkedin). Each time somebody would click my add a small amount would be withdrawn from the 65$. The whole idea is supposed to bring huge traffic to your blog. Since it is an entirely new territory to me I would appreciate a feedback from more experienced bloggers who tried this interesting instrument. Anyway, the letter delighted me so much that I slept with it under my pillow :)).

Remembering Michael....

2011-08-29T13:07:00.002+03:00

As if I could ever forget him....

29th of August 1958.........

Smells Like Autumn

2011-08-29T12:49:00.000+03:00

There is something in the air. The sun no longer performs according with its summer duties and the leaves turn yellowish. I am not an autumn fan. Actually it saddens me a lot because it turns upside down my entire life. The chilly nights, the dead leaves, the shorter and shorter days. That means we must clear the chimney, take out from the closet the warmer blankets, start preparing for the winter the vegetable stew and plum preserve and store them in well sealed jars.

Since I am a spring person, this particular time of the year upsets me a lot. The melancholy, the lovely morning dew that turns into hateful rime, and the long never ending dark nights.

The corn is ripe and almost ready to be harvested.

Fat and Beautiful

2011-08-27T15:43:00.003+03:00

Ever since I was a little girl I was fascinated by old movies and their lovely breathtaking classic beauties with their curvy hips and tiny waists strangled in tight corsets. In my idea women are supposed to look feminine, whatever that might imply. That is why I was so shockingly impressed of how beautiful a plus size woman can be, if she makes an effort and shakes away all the inhibitions.

I know from painful personal experience that 3 rows of bellies can hardly be hidden under a nice sexy dress, but there are certain outfits that can flatter any kind of figure.
However I should mention that I cannot agree with a woman being resignedly content with her size, and only because it is horribly unhealthy.

Eating everything you want, whenever you want can have tremendous effects on your well being (that I know from personal experience) . Sitting on your coach watching tv all day can't be healthy either.Eat whatever you want, but also move your ass a little, do some exercise...

Nevertheless nothing can excuse modern world's obsession with being skinny, far too skinny and thus ostracizing all the women above size 10. Most of these women, in my opinion, are far more appealing than the starving models we see on the catwalks.
And my boyfriend agrees with me....:).

The House with White Columns

2011-08-25T14:00:00.001+03:00

In my part of the world life sucks. It sucks so much that I am sure a significant percent of the population has suicidal thoughts. People are being laid off, no goddam jobs, no prospects, no hope whatsoever. I've been in a pretty shitty situation myself for quite some time and I am so sick, so sick of this country that has been so unfriendly towards me, that treated me, and many more like me, as if we were enemies, my country has showed more appreciation towards those less capable, but more willing to play by shitty rules that involve a tongue and somebody's big, fat, powerful ass. I have some frustrations, that's obvious, but I am so tired of being frustrated. Those smarter than me left this damned place years ago and they have successfully built new lives elsewhere in the world. They understood that each moment is precious. But I reached the conclusion that my people deserve all the horrible things that happen now here, after all they chose to vote for greedy, destructive idiots.

I have a dream that I wish to make true, hopefully before I die,...my house with white columns. In order to accomplish it I must sell my current house, pay all my debts and with the rest of the money I'd buy a piece of land and start building the house with white columns. But because of the shitty times we live in, there are very few buyers and most of those who approached us don't usually fit the criteria. So now here I am again contemplating another winter here buried in debts and fucking jobless... I HATE MY LIFE.
I hope your lives are better though, I really do.

Fashionably starved

2011-08-22T18:32:00.001+03:00

I am quite certain my lineage bears an unfortunate heritage, my ancestors were probably rough mountain people, with big asses and strong appetites. That would definitely explain why I genetically received such an endless hunger and such countless cravings each day. When I was a teenager, in order to keep a reasonable feminine figure, I would only eat 2 times a day, very tiny portions, no bread, no sweets, no meat (that's right) and perform significant cardio of at least 20 minutes daily. My personal weight record is 53 kg at 170cm, and I am very certain I would have never been able to weight any less than that. What I wish to say is, that, I know what starving to look good means. Nevertheless I was deeply touched by the sad, sad stories of some famous models who died, because they obstinately wanted to become thinner.

Ana Carolina Reston is one of them, she was only 21 when, distressed because some famous shit-headed designer referred to her as being "too fat", she started a 3 month diet of tomatoes and apples. She died of kidney malfunction after 3 months and a half, weighting 41 kg.

Isabelle Caro is a french model who died last year at 28 years old after a 15 year battle with anorexia. Until the last day of her life she encouraged young girls to ignore the public general idea that thinner is beautiful.

She was the image of a "no anorexia" campaign.

Luisel Ramos was a 22 brasilian model who was advised to loose significant weight if she wanted to make it big. She acted accordingly by following for 2 months a diet of lettuce and diet coke. She died of a heart attack on her way to the dressing room after a catwalk presentation. She weighted 44 kg and 1.78 cm. One year later, her 18 year old sister, Eliana, also a model, died of a heart attack caused apparently by malnutrition.

Bridal Nightmare

2011-08-20T16:08:00.001+03:00

There is something about brides that's disturbingly gloomy, ghoulish. To me, anyway. Despite the universal social conspiracy that annoyingly whispers in your ear "Get married, get married" as soon as you hit puberty, my marrying compass probably got stuck or indicates a total different North than the usual one. My North is probably way south to any current universal order, obstinately defying any virginal white gowns that might gracefully dress my 33 year old woman's body. How shall I elegantly put it?
I hate all that cute, frilly, puffy, lacy, veily shit.

I would gladly rip off all that vestal white and stomp on it with my 20 cm heels. If Freud was alive he would probably find a deep significance buried profoundly under all my bride hatred, something related to my alleged fear of commitment or maybe mother issues, but I am pretty sure I've hated the idea of getting married ever since I was 16.
Moreover, for over 20 years, I keep having a recurrent nightmare where I always find myself at my own wedding party, with some faceless groom, and I always discover terrified that I wish to get as away as possible. I don't think it's related to a certain guy, I am pretty sure that my main problem is the general concept of marriage.
I am definitely from another universe, a very disturbed one, so, because I wish to make a peaceful conclusion, to all the brides out there ..I wish you the best. I do :).

A Shitty Situation

2011-08-17T21:45:00.001+03:00

a golden john belonging to some rich Asian guy

I grew up in a modest family but, I have to admit, at least I enjoyed all the benefits of a life in the city with indoor plumbing, hot water and everything else.
In the last 5 years I have been living in a modern house with all the necessary commodities, in a village situated about 5 km away from the last sign of civilization. If you happen to stop in my village you would certainly feel like you escaped in a bourg from Middle Ages.

Here people still use for transportation horses (or oxen) and carriage and 95% of my fellow villagers don't know anything and, even worse, don't even wish to know anything about indoor plumbing. They do their private business in the backyard in a crooked wooden construction that they call toilet.

I asked some of my neighbors whether they find hard to tolerate this particular lack of civilization, especially during winter time when the temperatures can reach outside far below 20 degrees C.

And most of them confessed they were very much used to it and couldn't imagine it otherwise. Moreover they regarded me with some sort of compassion and wanted to know whether my indoor toilet didn't smell.
I explained them about the pipes and the septic tank but none of my arguments seemed to convince them about the benefits of an indoor toilet.

So that is how an outdoor toilet looks like around here. I suppose 2000 years ago, the Romans were faaaaaaaaar more elaborated :).

All Those Lonely Nights...

2011-08-15T22:19:00.000+03:00

There are moments in a gal's life when, some alone time, might seem like a much awaited exaltation. Me and loneliness, we are very old and familiar acquaintances, we are now on somehow friendly terms, after long and constant battles sustained along, no less than, a decade of years. Loneliness can be a pain in the ass, I know that, I haven't forgotten that, I am well aware that I am not to play nor to trifle with its specter. But every now and then I forget the numerous sleepless nights from 10 years ago, when I would muffle my gasps in the pillow, while I was crying my eyes out. Life can be rough in your twenties. I almost forgot how much it sucks to be alone. To be honest I believe people get married to make sure they have something in writing that would guarantee them no further contacts with loneliness, ever. Hell, even Condoleezza Rice or Al Pacino confessed their fear of loneliness. So during those nights when I must be home alone, I gather around all my pets to keep me company and to prevent any unwanted slip from my self-proclaimed valiance.
Last night around 3am. I was taking pictures outside.


Suzie always eager to pose for her crazy mom

Everybody in the village was in a deep sleep, I could almost hear them snore in their crowded beds, only I was out trying to take the perfect picture with the shittiest camera ever. Something is definitely wrong with me ....:).

Lovely moon but shitty, shitty camera.

There was nothing shitty about the camera that took this picture. It was not me..obviously.

My Mother's cheese pie

2011-08-13T22:48:00.001+03:00

Because I was born in a family with extremely limited financial resources, my entire childhood was dominated by countless frustrations (including culinary ones) so I suppose I was one of those little girls who would often press her nose against the windows of the neighborhood cafeteria, making sheep's eyes towards the chocolate brownies, the creamy kremschnit, the syrupy savarins or the delicate hot pastries oozing in honey.

My mom was well aware of my frustrations and I am sure she was terribly upset of her helplessness, but once every month she would move heaven and earth and she'd always find the means to bake us our favorite cheese pies.

About 25 years later... more precisely this afternoon I invited my beloved mom to my place to relive that sweet unforgettable memory. She happily agreed and the result can be seen in the pictures.

UPDATE: Because some of my dear readers expressed some direct craving for my pies, I thought it would be useful for them to write the recipe:
We used 2 kg flour, 600 g sugar, 3 eggs, yeast and about 10 spoons of vegetable oil. We mixed everything and then we kneaded (my mom did that) the dough for about 30 minutes. After that you cover it and let it rest for about another 30 minutes. That is all. Nothing fancy...just good old cheese pies :).
BON APPETIT!

A lot of Pride and some Prejudice

2011-08-10T21:59:00.006+03:00

I was about 16 the first time I discovered the enchanting world of miss Jane Austen’s books. The rough modern world seemed grobian and deformed compared to the calm, enticing pace of those days from the beginning of 19^th century. The social adequacy, the charming civilities, the sufficiency of the etiquette, somehow lessened in my young mind, the cruel concepts of the time regarding the issues of breeding and of a class society.

I have no inclinations and even less intentions whatsoever to make an appraisal of those times, but merely to take notice of miss Austen's artful ways of depicting the society of that period.

According to her fascinating stories, there were lots of charming perspectives for a young lady of the time, to live a rich life filled with refined activities such as endless piano lessons, studying

foreign languages, singing, drawing, dancing and sidesaddle riding, not to mention mastering the art of conversation.

Yes, no doubt, never were women more cherished and indulged than those belonging to the Regency period, nevertheless nothing could condone some rudimentary practices of the time, (besides, of course the idea of a superior class) like the habit of calling your husband

Mister..X, or the ridiculous need of another woman's assistance when taking

one's clothes off.

You were probably expecting such apparently minor observations, from so frivolous a person, such as myself, but I should mention that they most generously portray some very basic specifics of those times: rigid formalities and condescending prejudice.

Miss Jane Austen was smart enough to detach herself from her contemporaries, moreover she successfully endowed them in her books with a significant dose of likeability. I bet everyone can fondly remember Mister Darcy :).

MY LOVER'S meatBALLS

2011-08-08T13:06:00.000+03:00

I like to believe that I am a tolerable cook, but nobody makes better meatballs than my boyfriend. Since this is his favorite dish he mastered the recipe to perfection. There are numerous recipes for meatballs with different ingredients according to a certain region, but the recipe I am talking about is a very old traditional one specific to my part of the world.

The ingredients are: ground beef, a few small onions, 2 potatoes, 3 eggs, garlic, a thin leek, a generous bunch of dill and parsley, 3 slices of bread soaked in milk, salt and pepper.

Like most men, my boyfriends dislikes cooking but when he really craves for meatball or shnitzel, nobody coold keep him away from the kitchen.

My boyfriend has a generous belly that he desperately wants to get rid of, but once every month he allows himself this meaty indulgence that goes lovely with mashed potatoes and a rich tomato salad. I am not a big fan of meatballs but I always enjoy watching a man in the kitchen, it's kinda my kinky fantasy.

Sexy Children and Stupid Grown Ups

2011-08-06T14:01:00.001+03:00

I may be painfully old fashioned, outdated with entirely obsolete tastes and habits, but my good sense is still very well anchored in the present. So could anyone please explain to me WHAT THE HELL IS THAT?

How perverted a human mind can be to reach the conclusion that the beautiful pure lips of a 10 year old girl might need a thick layer of red lipstick?

How could a ten year old girl be provocative, sexy, alluring and seductive? Why would anyone wish to associate a grown woman's characteristics to a child? Aside from pedophiles and child predators, who probably threw a party when the new issue of french Vogue magazine turned up in the stands. Who decided that a 10 year old girl must trade the Barbie dolls and bedtime stories for low cut dresses, high heels, mascara and photoshooting sessions? What kind of parents would let that happen? And what kind of respectable magazine would consider putting on its cover such disturbing representations? I have to admit I used to be a huge Vogue admirer but I think they lost their compass. Even more frightful than that, is the fact that there are numerous people out there who applaud this and consider it an artful way of expression. So I can't help of wonder,have we totally lost it?

The little girl that appears on the cover of the french Vogue issue is Thylane Lena-Rose Blondeau, the daughter of a famous french football player and a local Tv presenter.

The fur rug, the high heels, the seductive pose...she's got it all.

All I know for sure is that childhood is supposed to be about innocence, fairy tales, feeling safe and careless in grandma's house eating chocolate cookies and drinking hot cocoa. And there is nothing innocent about these pictures.

Good Morning, world!

2011-08-04T16:50:00.002+03:00

If anyone might consider torturing me, than, waking me up early in the morning might be an appropriate attempt. Every fiber of my body is programmed to function during night time. As soon as the sun rises I lose all interest and go to bed. They say it has something to do with the time of your birth, I was born at 6 pm, hence that explains a bit. But, I have to admit, there is nothing, absolutely nothing as glorious as a sunrise with dewy, moist air and that miraculous silence that precedes the beginning of a day. It's like nature enjoys quietly its morning coffee, with milk and 2 sugars, before returning to serious work.
Because my German Shepard, Betty woke me up at 5,30 am this morning, whining like a crazy bitch, I rushed out in my night gown, armed with a flashlight, to discover the reason of her distress. I squinted in the grass and I found a strange ball with brown spikes, that Betty was trying to move with her paws. It was a terrified hedgehog. I rushed inside grabbing my camera and some carrots hoping to tempt the spiky guy out of its thorny refuge. It took me two hours but I finally convinced the little guy of my harmless interest and the scared hedgehog finally took out its pointed velvet snout, sniffing around a possible way to escape. They say hedgehogs bring really good luck if they turn into your household, what can I say...I really could use some...:(.

My first blogging award :) Yay!!!

2011-08-03T15:32:00.003+03:00

My beloved, yet modest blog has apparently attracted the attention of a very special author Lora Rivera, who, most generously, nominated me for the Liebster Blog Award. I want to thank her for considering me, it is a huge blog-confidence boost :). So thank you again Lora.

The goal of the award is to spotlight up and coming bloggers who currently have less than 200 followers. The rules of the award are:

1. Thank the giver and link back to the blogger who gave it to you.
2. Reveal your top 5 picks and let them know by leaving a comment on their blog.
3. Copy and paste the award on your blog.
4. Have faith that your followers will spread the love to other bloggers.
5. And most of all - have bloggity-blog fun!

So here are my choices for the Liebster Blog award:

Big Mouth Earle is a very impressing blogger. Although I have just discovered her I was deeply touched by the intensity and the honesty of her confessions. I found myself In many of her colorful considerations.

Love2Type is the most diligent blogger I have met so far. She speaks with a lot of humor about exotic places and funny personal adventures. She is a very considerate commentator, you can definitely count on her.

Jade is a fun blogger with resourceful and unexpected topics to write about. He is able to discover a lot of humor in pretty much anything around. He is constant, serious and a dependable commentator.

Lynette is a breathtaking photographer in love with nature and beauty. She writes about fascinating glimpses of history, nature and pets, lovely examples of creativity and touching personal experiences.

Amberr is a tenacious travel blogger always eager to share with you her recent fascinating experiences. She blends images and words in a most charming way, skilfully portraying her breathtaking adventures.

The Facebook fascination

2011-08-02T16:03:00.002+03:00

I am a fervent Facebook user. In spite of all the bad reviews regarding its alleged breach of privacy or the rumor that Facebook stocks their users' personal profile information and sells it to advertising companies, I find this social network a very useful instrument for nowadays. Besides helping me get in touch with lots of dear friends and colleagues that I thought I would never meet again, I owe Facebook the opportunity to indulge myself in playful fun little online games.
Cityville, Farmville, Cafe World are my favorite Facebook games that I constantly play in great competition with my boyfriend and some of my friends and family members. Because I am a fervent and serious MMOPRG gamer since 2005 (Lineage, World of Warcraft, Aion) at first I regarded these little games with amusement and subtle irony, but gradually their constant challenge and the enticing sense of competition grew on me. Now in Cityville |I am the proud mayor of a large interesting city of 16000 inhabitants who work hard every day to make me proud of them :).
They say Facebook is very addictive, maybe that explains why China, Taiwan, Iran and Bangladesh banned it, not to mention numerous American companies that banned it too to prevent their employees from playing around or chatting during work time.

I don't share their addiction but I can understand it

that is my boyfriend's city, considerably uglier than mine :)


that is my city

Do Mermaids Really Exist?

2011-07-31T19:53:00.002+03:00

Half woman - half fish, the mermaids have alluring voluptuous bodies, they wave long reddish manes that caress their scaly hips and wail with enchanting voices that bewitch the minds and the hearts of all the curious sailors who can't resist their calling. Mermaids have always captured our attention, since the Greeks (when the legend says Alexander the Great's sister , Thesalonike, was turned after her death, into a mermaid and became a huntress for the hearts of the sailors lost at sea) until nowadays, when soon after the dreadful Tsunami from the Indian Ocean many people reported sightings of dead creatures resembling mermaids. Along centuries there have been thousands of stories involving these fascinating mythical creatures, most of them are related to shipwrecks, vanished sailors or strange magical songs heard in the middle of the ocean. They say mermaids are capable of hypnosis using their deep, fiery eyes and their captivating songs that have the power to entrap the mind. They mostly aim men - sailors whom they carry along under the clear waters to keep them company.
Although there have been so many stories and testimonies, nobody has come so far with a believable proof to support the existence of mermaids. In August 2009, after dozens of people reported seeing mermaids in the waters of Kiryat Yam, in Israel, the town offered a 1 million dollars reward for anyone who could offer a proof. Nothing turned out so far.
Some pictures invaded the internet a few years ago with the remains of a so called mermaid found in the Lolo Island near Abu Dhabi.

If this was ever a mermaid I am pretty sure she never captured one single sailor heart. :)
Here are some example of artful representations of mermaids.

Priests and Boys

2011-07-29T15:24:00.002+03:00

Peter Hullermann, a German priest who was convicted for sexually abusing 3 boys from a public school.

I am a Christian in the meaning that I wouldn't be able to survive without my faith. Nevertheless, I dislike bigotry and generally I am not very keen on the idea of church or priests. I reached this conclusion when I was about 15, maybe 16 and I realized that, the priest from the church I was attending with my mother every Sunday, was repeatedly observing certain details of my physique in a...disturbing way. And I wonder now, was is ok for me to kiss his hand? I personally believe that, according to the basic Christian beliefs, priests were never supposed to embody such distinct and overwhelming figures. There's no humility, no meekness, no modesty in most of them. But of course that's just my humble opinion.
That is why, though, I am never surprised when I hear every 2 or 3 months, disturbing stories about abusive priests. One of the most unsettling case is that of the Brazilian priest Luiz Marques Barbosa, 82 years old, who was finally caught on tape by his victim, a 19 year old altar boy, who had been abused by Barbosa for over 9 years. After the tape was released, many other altar boys joined the accusations of abuse. The video can be seen here

Another gruesome case is that of Father Lawrence Murphy who sexually abused dozens of deaf boys from a boarding school, taking advantage of the fact that he was the only priest who could communicate with them using sign language.

The Roman Catholic priest Alex Castilio (58) from "Our Lady of Guadalupe" church in Ontario admitted he molested a 12 year old boy and his younger brother of 10. Thus he officially turned from a priest to a sex offender.

Father Marcial Maciel was founder of Legion of the Christ church, he was accused by the Vatican of sexually abusing numerous seminarians, of having sexual relationships with at least 2 women with whom he fathered 6 or more children, 2 of whom he allegedly abused as well.

I should mention that I honestly believe these people are not representative for the Catholic Church. I have met, I have read and heard of religious men and women who devoted their entire lives to humanity, asking for nothing in return. I truly believe the representatives of the latter category outnumbers the previous one.