Wednesday, 7 November 2007

What do with myself? 2

I often think I should do this, I should do that. My friend Moniek has finished her studies and can now make a 'proper' living. A colleague of mine, she's 21, is in the middle of her career. Where am I? I'm 23, almost 24, and I'm still working somewhere which started out as a holiday job. Doing something where I don't have a degree in - although plenty of experience - and am not seeing a future in it. Mohammed Ali said: "Going through education today is hard, but going through it at a later age will be harder." I believe him. Yet I don't do anything about it. Should I be like everyone else - study, have a proper job - or go on as I am? HELP!

What do with myself? 1

It's difficult. On one hand I want to get away. Go to India. Go back to England. On the other hand, do I really? I'm just starting to get a social life here, how tiny it is. I went on holiday with Linda, Samantha and I are going shopping and she had this crazy idea to go running with. The poor things doesn't know what she suggested! I'm a terrible runner, unlike her. Then there's Bo. Although we mainly talk at work, I really like her and I know that if I need help or advice she will be there for me. I've always thought I'd go back to England and make a living there, but I'm not sure anymore :o/ Perhaps one of my fears is that when I move out, mum will sell the house. I love this house, and 'our' meadows. Nan Adriana keeps telling me how she would I happy she is that I am here now, and how she sad she will be if I would leave again. She's 87 years old. Do I really want to move away and miss spending time with her while she is still alive? The same for Nan Elizabeth. But if I let his stop me, there will always be a reason why I can't go. Laura, one of my best friends lives in England lives in and it would be great if we could spend more time together. We write and call each other now, but it's not the same as exactly being together. England is my second home, and how corny it may sound, half my heart is there. Coming back to home after England I feel as if I can take on the world. Unfortunately that feeling usually doesn't last long :o) Dilemma's, dilemma's..


Tuesday, 6 November 2007

Running Beans and Chocolate

For what food can someone wake you up in the middle of the night? For me, 'snijboontjes' or running beans as I think they are called in English. Choosing between chocolate and running beans, I would choose the latest! A nice slice of sesame bread with chocolate comes a close second though!


Sunday, 28 October 2007

The Joys of Housework

I like ironing. Yep, crazy I know, but there´s just something about that I love. The heath coming from the iron, and seeing progress. Making creasing clothes smooth. Now I hate vacuum cleaning (or hoovering as I call it). Once I start, I can't stop, although I guess that isn't a bad thing, it drives me crazy! Always start thinking I'm only do the main area, but in the end I am shuffling furniture around the house. I just shudder with the idea, of moving all those boxes under my bed, but if I don't know the bust bunnies will chase me in my dreams. I can't just hoover and leave things out, so I "have to" move that cupboard and hoover behind and under it, move those boxes from under my bed etc. At the moment I am living back home with mum and lil sis. Mum has been through a surgery and is not allowed to anything for the next two weeks, which means darling sis and I have to cook and do the housework - which includes hoovering. I told mum straight out that I hate hoovering, so she said to my sister that it would be her task in that case. We were expecting a guest and the living room badly needed to be vacuumed (the joy of pets!), and what do you think? My sister flat out refuses which meant mum started to hoovering herself! And according to the doctor that's the worst thing she could do! Now I love my sister to bits but she is very temperamental and if she doesn't want to something, it ain't happening! So what happens? I ended up doing my dreaded hoovering *sigh* Are there household works that you like, or even love doing? And what do you hate?


Who's Liesel?

Okay if you know, you know that my firstname is Isabella so why call my blog Liesel's Garden Party? Liesel is a nickname mum calls me, it's special for me and I think it sounds better then Isa's Garden Party :o)


Saturday, 27 October 2007

The very first message

My second blog. Let's hope I can keep this one! I'm terribly forgetful, and well my life isn't that eventful - yet. Well here it is! Hopefully the first message of many :o)

Liesel (aka Isabella)