Today was a beautiful day. It already started with a nice surprise - Mali included me in her blog:
http://nokiddinginnz.blogspot.com/2012/08/the-art-of-conversation.html
I had to work really hard today at work, but I did not mind since I felt so good. It was a comforting thought - I am not alone. I have soul-mates all around the world that understand me.
I am really happy that I wasn't born before Internet was discovered :)
Friday, August 31, 2012
Thursday, August 30, 2012
Aunt
I have 7 aunts & uncles all together and I don't feel connected to them at all. I wasn't connected even as a child. So -- no bad feelings.
One of my aunts visited my parents couple of days ago. She is Dad's younger sister who lives couple of hours drive away so I haven't seen her for few years.
We spent some hours together: aunt, her husband, her two sons in early 20's, my parents, my brother & his wife & their two daughters and me & my DH.
It was frustrating to see how uninterested my aunt was in me. I tried to have a conversation, but was not successful. She didn't ask me even one question - like where I work now, if I like my work, whatever. But she had millions of questions for my brother & sister-in-law. Of course all related to child-bringing.
I know there are women that are actually able to talk only about babies & children. It is just sad to see that my aunt is also one of them.
***
I have a special programme in cases of people like my aunt. I just don't see them. Ever again. So that they can not hurt me again.
The programme works perfectly fine. It is just that I have every year less people. Which is fine by me.
Infertility has learned me to appreciate the people that I DO have in my life.
One of my aunts visited my parents couple of days ago. She is Dad's younger sister who lives couple of hours drive away so I haven't seen her for few years.
We spent some hours together: aunt, her husband, her two sons in early 20's, my parents, my brother & his wife & their two daughters and me & my DH.
It was frustrating to see how uninterested my aunt was in me. I tried to have a conversation, but was not successful. She didn't ask me even one question - like where I work now, if I like my work, whatever. But she had millions of questions for my brother & sister-in-law. Of course all related to child-bringing.
I know there are women that are actually able to talk only about babies & children. It is just sad to see that my aunt is also one of them.
***
I have a special programme in cases of people like my aunt. I just don't see them. Ever again. So that they can not hurt me again.
The programme works perfectly fine. It is just that I have every year less people. Which is fine by me.
Infertility has learned me to appreciate the people that I DO have in my life.
Monday, August 20, 2012
School books
1st September - beginning of new school year - is approaching. What I have been hearing lately (it is the same every year) - is lots of moaning, how expensive books & exercise books are.
And all I want to do is scream - shut the f*** up! I would LOVE to pay for all he books & everything for MY kid. If I was only lucky enough to have him/her.
(only short PS: education - from primary school to university - is completely free of charge. So - really nothing to moan about!).
And all I want to do is scream - shut the f*** up! I would LOVE to pay for all he books & everything for MY kid. If I was only lucky enough to have him/her.
(only short PS: education - from primary school to university - is completely free of charge. So - really nothing to moan about!).
Wednesday, August 15, 2012
Always look on the bright side of life
It was a holiday in this part of Europe (Assumption) so I went for a long trekking with DH & the Wolf. Photo above was taken by me today. Isn't it lovely? If you look closely, you can see on the left, in the valley, the beautiful lake that I am always talking about.
We made approximately 10 miles long trekking and we had a great time. It is so good to be outside, on the fresh air. With small kids long trekkings wouldn't be possible. So - another advantage of being childfree.
Always look on the bright side of life :)
Sunday, July 29, 2012
Sunday photos
I had a perfect Sunday.
With my beloved H.
With my beloved Wolf.
Trekking in our only national park (do you see the sign - yes, we have bears!).
Picking up mushrooms.
Picking up blueberries & forest berries.
Eating porcini risotto & drinking red wine.
Eating blueberries & forest berries with vanilla ice cream.
Life is good :)
With my beloved H.
With my beloved Wolf.
Trekking in our only national park (do you see the sign - yes, we have bears!).
Picking up mushrooms.
Picking up blueberries & forest berries.
Eating porcini risotto & drinking red wine.
Eating blueberries & forest berries with vanilla ice cream.
Life is good :)
Monday, July 23, 2012
So many stories to tell...
When I was a little girl I loved one story that my granny used to tell me. A real story.
My granny was the youngest child in the family of 11. When the WW II started she was 6 years old. When Germany took over our country, there was a German soldier that really liked my granny (he saw her once playing in the field). He and his wife couldn't have their children, so he asked my great grandmother and great grandfather if they could give him the little girl. They refused. But the German soldier didn't give up - he visited the family many times, he always brought great toys and sweets from Germany. And he kept asking again and again. Once he brought with him his wife and she also liked my granny a lot.
The years went by and the German soldier accepted the fact that he would not get the little girl he wanted... so he just visited from time to time, always with gifts.
Isn't it a beautiful & sad story?
And it makes me sad that I will never have a daughter & granddaughter to pass the story on...
My granny was the youngest child in the family of 11. When the WW II started she was 6 years old. When Germany took over our country, there was a German soldier that really liked my granny (he saw her once playing in the field). He and his wife couldn't have their children, so he asked my great grandmother and great grandfather if they could give him the little girl. They refused. But the German soldier didn't give up - he visited the family many times, he always brought great toys and sweets from Germany. And he kept asking again and again. Once he brought with him his wife and she also liked my granny a lot.
The years went by and the German soldier accepted the fact that he would not get the little girl he wanted... so he just visited from time to time, always with gifts.
Isn't it a beautiful & sad story?
And it makes me sad that I will never have a daughter & granddaughter to pass the story on...
Saturday, July 14, 2012
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