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11
Woke up
Bathroom, splash of water to my face
Kitchen
Cup
Magic machine
Total collapse of my world
See evidence below
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10 damn pans
Got my fancy 80 Euro pan fucked up. Was long coming I recon. I saw a spoon inside the pan which is indication that it’s lifeis coming to end soon. The pans I usually have are with some fancy non-stick coating, as was that one. I know who put the spoon into the pan but I have to pretend I don’t because it’s my sons girlfriend and we mostly treat her like she is dear guest. It means I feed her and take her places and so on together with my kids. The problem or rule with them non-stick coatings is you can’t touch it with metal. Metal being knives or forks or spoons. So one morning I found spoon inside the pan and for a moment “lost it” and yelled: oh no, why there is spoon in the pan! The moment I said it I knew who had done it but my shock seeing it after teaching my kids years about the pans and cooking and oils and cheeses and all sorts of kitchen tools and machinery I was just brutally taken aback. Not proud of it, but 80 Eur is very expensive for a pan and I aimed to have it for at least 4 if not five years. I usually succeed with that, paying attention and NEVER even touching my pans with metal. So that spoon in my pan was last autumn. And today, or factually, yesterday evening that pan gave up. It means all meat now stuck to it and no chance to fix it anymore. I mean we got the meat off with wooden spatula but I have no skills to get the burn off from the pan. I scraped it earlier twice as it burned some bacon once and I could barely get it almost clean. Kids were using it then without oil to heat up tortillas as they do for lunches when I am not home. Dry heating was OK but yesterday we had armenian shashlik and as it was heavy rain we could not grill it outside and kids put the shashlik on this pan. Which turned out to be it’s last breath. It was all black once they finished prepping it. So today on the way back from work I went to shop and picked myself my new beauty, stainless steel pan, first in my life. I’p proper Gordon Ramsey because this pan is excellent for duck breast – first heat up on pan, and then stuck it into oven together with the pan! Until now we had to change and take duck breast from pan to oven dish because all my pans had either wooden or plastic handles.
Here is the first trial: chechuan chicken yet without noodels. Pretty good that pan though it needs some trials to understand how it works best. And, it’s 2 cm smaller diameter than all my pans before (not mistake, but they only had one size of this pan) so I don’t have the lid for it. Stainless steel is not the first choice for modern chefs I suppose because that was the only stainless steel item in that shop. So anyway, got new pan, tried it for first time, pleased. That was the highlight of my day, the best bit of my day today.
The worst bit was work. In closed room with waaay too close colleagues from competitive companies and one having terrible stinking feet and to put cherry on top he was smoking the cheapest ugliest cigarettes. That breath almost took me out together with the horrid stinch from his feet. My eyes were running as he was sitting mere five centimetres away from me and I had to make a joke about me having allergies 11 months of the year. I might be perfect politician, lies just flow naturally these days.
Gotta go now, it’s early morning and workday again.
Check out Russell Crow band, Dylan Moran comedy and Hollywood Vampires starting their tour in August!
Stay cool and warm
XOXOX
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9 fun times!
Went for a bikeride on coastline/ beach behind the house. Made some 10 kilometres ride in total, saw the fancy Scottish cows whose head is as big as whole me. Saw a lot of swans, seagulls and some ducks. Then avid fishermen silently standing in the water with them funny rubber pantboots probably for some half day already, buckets looked empty except for water. While filming the majestic swans I came across a pole, smooth and lightcoloured and it looked as if it’s sort of a driftwood of a fancy kind. Usually driftwood is just some planks or pieces of some tiny bits but this was at least 5 metres long, thick like some average thigh, straight and looked suspiciously from some kind of fregatta or other fancy sailingboat has lost it. It was smooth from all the banging on the limestone shore I assume. I have never seen any driftwood like that. And I decided I need it. So I said to my kid he has to take it home for me. While I then took our bikes, one in one hand, other in other hand and started walking he took that huge thing on his shoulders. It looked easy. We walked home, me with two bikes and he with this huge pole on his shoulders. Got it barely in cos it’s so long we had to maneuvre between the thee doors and stairs. So now it’s in. I can’t fit it into car. I certainly need trailer to move it to my cottage. It’s just there. Nice, smooth, clean. I tried to move it. Let me tell you, it’s HEAVY!
So we were on island the other week. As it was raining and that made the situation rather dull as we sort of had to stay indoors. Which means in addition of being inside at home we were going around shops, restaurants and had not much of our usual adventures in forests and seaside. We ended up going to restaurants two times a day, for late breakfast at about noon and for late “lundinner” that started at about four and lasted until normal folks have dinners :). One day we figured we want to treat ourselves to nice BBQ salmon or trout and to speciality shop we went! My childhood was full of freshly caught fish of all kinds BUT salmon and trout. I am not sure of why we did not have any of them that time. Was it forbidden to fish them or were they all sent to great soviet leaders like all the pork we produced and never got to eat any but pigs feet and tails…. I really don’t know and now I have nobody to ask from at this moment as it’s past the midnight already. I will ask my uncle if I remember this curious bit next time I see him. He was in charge of one of the biggest ports here, and travelled all over the world with my dad on fishing boats waaay back then. What we had was herring, flounder, sprat, roach. We dried the flounder or roach to have with beer, it was common sight always in summer that all houses and saunas had drying fish under the eaves. Once ready it was the best treat we had!
So, anyways, we went to that fancy speciality shop that my mate made years ago where he sells what he and his comrades, all proper licenced fishermen, have caught. They also have smoked fish, canned stuff and some bits and pieces for the proper fishermen like nets, knives, boots and so on. Lovely shop with all stuff sold that is somehow connected to fishing. And then there is the “days catch” right in spotlight. In the huge metal tub we had flounder, whitefish (that is considered delicacy of own right, way better than trout or salmon), pike. Half of them were alive and moving. This took my kid by surprise. He was in shock though he, that same kid, is actually prepping dinners of finest materials like duck breast! He went pale staring at the fish and I asked what should we get, pike or whitefish or the rather slim flounders (they will be fat in August). He was stuttering: “these fish are in very unexpected form for my taste”. I laughed and cried at the same moment, this was wild but I realised he has never seen live fish with head on and moving, only fillets! The sales person could not hide her dislike and shock of her own hearing the “unexpected form” and watching me hysterically laughing and crying at the same time. We didn’t get any fish that time. Instead we went to yet another restaurant.
One supporting factor for this blog is to write these funny things down as I tend to forget the funny things kids have said over the years. I used to have Facebook popping up some old memories that I have written down years back. My kids were always very polite and well behaved in general. No scandals ever. No demanding toys and dropping onto the shop floor yelling. Few things I remember are going to be printed and framed. Like the one explaining: “oh, I am soooo full now, I have no space in my belly for peas. I only have space for the tiny bits in colourful papers. I always have room in my belly for these particular tiny bits”!
I have another chapter coming soon, it just happened last week and I will have time some evening when it’s raining again 🙂
Stay warm and hot!
Did you already notice Hollywood Vampires are coming to Europeland?! Everyone, gather up!!!
XOXOX
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8 Heatwave they say
Yes. Must stay positive.
We had winter, 52 straight days no sun whatsoever. Now it’s June. Summer. By paper. Some week ago the weather forecast was: heatwave coming in few days. Oooh, I’m ready, took out my bikinis, tossed the winterboots. I’m proper ready. Yeah, you wanna know what today means heatwave? 16 degrees Celsius. It’s 60 F.
It’s fucking freezing!!!! It’s excellent for night to sleep so it’s certainly not a fucking heatwave. But, as it is said to be heatwave I put on bikinis and set to garden to sunbathe. Shaking from cold I dragged out the bedding, only my nose was visible from under the covers. I quite enjoyed the day, fell asleep right there outside on my terrace too. I caught two flies with one stone or how the saying goes: nice sleep and a tan at the same time! For me it doesnt matter that only my nose is red :). In few weeks time I will be all tanned and perky, that’s how good genes I have. I looked briefly into my family history and found my ancestors came from todays Syria, Tunisia, through Morocco and Malta all the way up to godforsaken freezing North. Because they could. Because coming to live in freezing cold was a dream come true. My grandpa had full on afro actually. I remember being fascinated by his hair that was someting I had never seen before, a real afro. I was maybe 12 years old when he died and we as a family did not have much contact with him because we lived on island and that times we had many a reason not to visit him: we had full on farm with horses, cows, lambs, pigs, geese, turkeys, nutrias etc and even minks and ferrets, raven and fox! We actually could not leave the farm because all animals needed to be fed twice a day. And when mom, the real boss of the household, was at work in petrolstation, we had to do all the farmwork excluding feeding horses. That is because horses were the only ones that my dad agreed to feed. He seldomly did tho because he was always drunk. One year we marked down in oldfashioned paper wall calendar the days that he a was sober. Got whole two days!
No matter what kind of body you have got when you are young. Doesn’t matter really. Cos when you are old you look like melted candle. Heard this from some comedy show and must admit it’s totally correct. I do have a bit of a pickle now at work. I do some heavy physical stuff at port or warehouses every now and then. It’s as annoying as any work I suppose but it pays well so I have made myself love it. I love it because of the hard cash it brings in, and I sure love cash! So last week I was going to one location where one competitor showed up for his work. We are not quite 100% competitors but sort of because we have different clients. My clients are English speaking countries mainly, his are Russian speaking countries. Anyhow, we worked fine side by side, joking away as always, no hard feelings. I actually felt sorry for him because for whatever reason he thought he was to have 5, maybe 7 days full days work ahead and he quoted accordingly. However, third day it was obvious his understanding of the processes in this particular location were totally off. In reality he was facing 35 days of work. Not because he failed but could be he was not given full information on the capacity of the location. And for that he ran into minuses on about 4th day. He counted he would have 20 % of work done in one day, instead he had just 5 % work done. That literally means every next day he turns up for the work it’s not adding to income because he has costs now that were not counted for. I don’t know if he was fooled by the client. But I do know he now works 30 days for free if he can’t add the unexpected costs of labour he surely has to cover. So one day last week he turned up with a lady in her 50s or so. A bookkeeper from his company. They had figured they will train her to fulfill part of the tasks and this way she will have added interest to her daily life as a bookkeeper – one of the most boring jobs I know – and perhaps one day cover the locations when someone is on vacation. Basically, the aim is to train proper substitute for future. Good idea, benefictial for everyone involved.
I kid you not, I was in shock in less than 30 minutes. I felt conflicted with myself, my thoughts, my horror, my gender, everything. Is it up to me to think anything, say anything, do anything? I doubt! It was unexpected, I did not know what to think or do, and I still don’t. And don’t get me wrong. I thought these times are over, when you are full grown woman you sure know stuff. And I am not sure now what to think. And perhaps I am not the one who has to do anything, most probably so, but I have weird thoughts on this and dread the tomorrow I have to work side by side with this woman.
The thing that I can’t wrap my mind around: she stinks severely of menstrual discharge. Grossly, extremely strong, almost rotting fish smell. And for two weeks. Which is confusing. First, age. Second, there are plenty of pink tax products to stick up there to not stink. Third, doesn’t she smell that gross stink and even more, if they work for years in OFFICE why nobody told her she stinks? Literally stinks! And I am really surprised I have such stupid problems and even more stupid thoughts. It’s gross. I know people who have diabetes have problems with stinky feet, sweating etc. and as they are constantly “in” the stink they end up not noticing their body odour. Is this the case? Not normal to have period longer than a week or so, also not much common to have period after 50+. I am not puritan but we are literally two metres apart for whole days and I get nauseous from this. Especially when it’s really 30C in the location. It’s like aroma sauna with terrible disgusting aroma. No therapy there, I say!
I’m going in tomorrow. Most probably she is there, right next to me. Stinking. Lord I hope she does not stink. Never in my life would I imagined to have this happening. I am grossed and embarassed, and I can’t change a thing. Counting by their progress I must just get my act together for another two weeks time and pray they will not get another deal at this location.
So there it is. Judge me, my primitive thoughts on the unexpected disgust that occurred. Let me have it.
And, while we fight with the crisis…..
let us celebrate Birthday of the master, the captain of the seas, mr Jack Sparrow himself!
Hip Hip Hooray!
May there be lots of Rum!
Sun and Fun!
Love and all
XOXOX
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7 to spoon or not to spoon
Kids grow up fast. You just get knocked up and voila! next moment they call you from Paris asking if you can pick them up from airport next day. During the time between Paris and getting any there will be loads of fun every now and then. Just like this thing that happened few weeks back and I still have not quite cleared it yet.
You see I have been blessed to have boys. I really like that because I am not much of a girly girl myself, especially when it comes to clothes and makeup and that kinda stuff. I do like shoes tho, but I have no fancy occasions to live my dream of shoeing up ;). So, anyways, my kids take after me, obviously, because I raise them alone and therefore am the best rolemodel, mentor, friend, partner in crime they ever could hope for. Cos I am very cool. So all this means they do not like shopping and avoid it at all costs to the last minute. We usually do basic clothes shopping in autumn, when we emerge from forest and wild life having close to zero contact with people…. We only come back to civilization because of school. The place they kill your soul so you would make a good goyim and taxpayer. So we put in some effort and go look for black jeans, polo shirts, undies, socks and some shoes. They always pick their own clothes, I am only representative of monetary power. Usually in schools they need at least three or four pairs of shoes: one for street, one for in schoolhouse, one for sport classes, and later on one for deep nordic winter street. Leftover from common sense in soviet era is to have exchange shoes inside schools. Yes, we do not enter anyones home with shoes on either. You should not either, so the cleaning lady will not hit you over your head with that nasty mop. We did the usual schooltime shopping some time in September and all was good until I saw few weeks back that the sports shoes, Nike, are at home and clearly only used one time. So I ask whats with the shoes now, why you not using them in class? He said he uses his so called streetshoes which are leisure footwear, not quite the sports things. So I ask if I can take them to myself then if he does not use them and he gave me a go. I knew they would be a fit because it’s the last year he had same size foot as me. I always got their shoes to myself when they grew out of them fast…. I might have hinted them towards the designs I liked 🙂 when we were out shopping.
So I am going to pick up my new pair of Nike and guess what! There is 11 forks and 2 spoons inside one of them. Forks and spoons. I don’t think I have ever been more confused. I take them out, stare at them and do not know what to think of it. Why there are cutlery inside sportshoe? Cheap ones at that! Ugly prisoncafeteria cutlery! Hence no knives! I am stunned.
Two weeks gone. He has no explanation, no clue of where the spoons and forks came from. I have handful of cutlery which I suspect is from schoolcafeteria. Ugly and cheap. Should I give them second life in garden in potting shed, turn them in to school or make generous gift to driftstore. Is it a sign of some sort, that these spoons and forks turned up inside what is now my shoes? Certainly a sign that someone is stealing cutlery from somewhere!
I do have one suspect tho. I saw them shoes weeks ago when I was hoovering the floors, I am very sure they were empty then because I lift them, dusted them and put neatly back. The suspect came one weekend this month, and it’s girlfriend of my older kid. She has had one thing happening around her. Year ago I noticed just out of the blue suddenly I had NOT ONE spoon left in my kitchen. I have set of 12. Had that is. I made lament, looking for spoons, and they were in the kitchen doing coffee. So I was going through drawers and cussing and she said funniest thing: I think it has something to do with me. That’s it. That what she said. Two days later my drawer was back full of spoons. Not one familiar looking, not single one of my set, but spoons nevertheless. I gave up keeping set of anything years ago. The cutlery was actually investment sort of a thing, I bought Ferrari cutlery. Well, theres no more of that set now.
So I suspect she brought in some haul from some disco night and showed the loot into the sportshoes and figured it’s over and done with. Or, someone from school made prank and put them into the shoes. Either way, funny. I now have handful of hideous looking prison cutlery, no knives, ofcourse.
That’s the one amusing story I picked for today
stay hot
stay cool
XOXOX
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5 confession time
Just came across these two lines at one facebook place connected to Johnny Depp:
I argue when I care
When I am silent then I am done
That’s trouble, no? Come to think I never argued before I got silent. I mean, I am wired so that I fall silent first. That means I am done. If you don’t know me well enough to pass the arguing phase then I have failed you miserably. I told you my principles long ago and you did not care to remember nor understand. I don’t fight nor argue when I realise I am not important enough for you to know my feelings in the first place! It’s all I, I, me, me, but that what first dates were for, long walks, longer talks, endless talks about stuff. Important stuff. So apparently you did not listen. I was talking to abyss. In from one ear out of the other, like Rosemary Clooneys song. You figured you get laid and that would be sufficient. Talks are done, walks are done, she feeds me, bends over, I am a happy man. Well.
You know what is the biggest turn on for women? I mean the women I know are like that: somewhat educated, wise, travelled some, suffered some, see the world for what it is, take no shite. Surely there are wide variety of opinions but I found one fascinating thing in common with loads of women all over the world lately.
It’s to do with nasty zionist owning US and terrorising what the loud wannabes call middle east (still no answer to my questions: middle of whose east? Middle of what east? East of what? Why not west? Are you flat-earthers if you talk about middle east cos earth is ROUND….). So the biggest terrorist entity on earth since 1950s, US/israhell together attacked Iran, killing about 170 people, most of them kids in Minab school. One boy vanished so there is only 1 shoe left of him, nothing else. A shoe. You guys always thought you are cool, macho, leader, whatnot. Joke like Trump, idiot like Hegseth, QQ like Patel. Women laughed. Women settled. Women gave up and gave in, nothing better available. Different reasons, different places, different people, different needs, different dreams. From this horrible situation one thing springed and flourished. World saw real leader, with ease, with smile capturing attention of hundreds of women. And maybe men. Men, if they want to know how to be true Alpha male. A true leader.
You want to know what is the ultimate turn on for women? And maybe men too, I can’t really know :)! The turn on is embodied in one guy, mr Seyed Abbas Araghchi. You want to make ladies wobbly on their knees, become like him! Learn languages, stay calm, read, read, read (at least read some blogs. Like mine :)), smile. He could read phonebook and ladies are smitten. He could just say Hi! and ladies would fall. Take a notice of his smile, posture, eyes. He has aura of wisdom around him. He reeks of calm, soft wisdom, his talk is mesmerising. Yes, that is what real powerful turn-on for ladies looks like. Not muscles, not golden statues, not carrot coloured face, not loud bragging, not fancy cars (I might be slightly off that category tho:))….
I had a chance encounter with mr Abbas many many years ago when he was ambassador in Finland. He was just taking a stroll in old town. I did not know who he was back then. One look, one smile and I was over the heels in love. I lost all control over myself: stared at him, mouth open, probably dumb look on my face, probably looked like total “blonde”. As I could not see anything or anyone around me I walked into someone standing on the street. Mr Abbas stared right into my eyes the whole time, saw me bumping into that someone, and came to rescue. He gave me his hand, smiled and asked if I am OK. A true movie moment. That was it. I mumbled something, no clue what. He lauged quietly, smiled THAT smile he still has, patted my arm and walked away. I was staring him as he walked. Probably still my mouth open. You know the look, like retard, nosebreathing, utterly useless and dumb.
This only took maybe a minute, maybe two minutes total. I was smitten and this weird hazy bliss lasted for few years. I was thinking of this encounter, this mysterious man, his grace, his elegance, his aura every day. I did not know who he was, where he came from and where did he go. Nothing. Hottest man on earth.
With mere smile and kindness he stayed in my heart for decades, slowly fading away, succumbing to everyday struggle. These distant and sweet memories popped right up when nasty US/israhell attacked Iran. I again had this stupid face, open mouth, and eyebrows almost reaching hairline, eyes popping out: I know this man!!! It’s my man! This is THE MAN!!! My secret love for more than 20 years! I could not believe my eyes! He is right here on my screens, in my phone and now I know his name! I could not believe my luck! Or, what luck? Iran is being attacked by zionist Epstein class is not much luck. Only luck is that I have this fluffy pink feeling inside me again, the feeling that has been absent for years.
It’s a nice feeling, right on time for spring, short skirts, long legs, birds singing, everything getting green around. And me, all perked up and smiling. Slightly dumb look occasionally…. I know something nobody else knows. Mine only, a little sweet secret. He is has been OK, he is doing OK, life is good. That’s good enough reason to be happy.
There is now groupie groups in all social media, starting with facebook. Last I checked the competition is harsh :). You can still bark at the cars even if you are tied up to the leash. I do no barking. I observe, it’s hilarious, sweet and gives me few more chapters for this blog here!
For some fresh mood look up my kinda gal:
@CarsieBlanton and her song Rich people
Stay hot
Stay cool
XOXOX
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4 lucky number
Ok, old folks! Or younger folks, or anyone really! Please tell me what on earth is falling off of me while I sleep? I am beyond desperate already. I don’t know what is happening! It’s been going on for a year or so and I’m fed up with it!
So, I go to bed. First I take off makeup while I sit on the bed. I clean it all up, tweek there and that, check and fix my nails for damages that happen easily throughout my heavy physical work (or, strangely, even way too easily when I just button up my pants!), then moisturiser or night cream or whatever fancy pots I have gathered right next to my bed. So, I put all what’s needed on my face, neck and legs and hands, and then I lay down. ONLY to spring up again because IT’S AGAIN SAND IN MY BED!?!? TF is going on??? Where is it coming from? I clean my feet thouroughly every evening, nothing gets to my bed from floor. I scrape off every possible cathair even. Nothing ever on my feet. Ok, so what are the options? Are there bits falling off of me while I sleep? Cos I sure don’t clean my bed in the mornings. I just stand up, do my face and piss off to work or coffee round or breakfast or whatever is planned. I don’t hang around in my bed once I have opened my eyes. It’s an old habit, always on the go. 24 hours is not enough for me. So I do my thing either work or shopping or doctors or graveyard or cottage or really anything that I have to do. And come back home. Do dinner, check computer, pay bills, run bath, usual things. And then I lay down and it’s that damn sand again. Obviously from last night! Or who is spilling sand into my bed during the day?? Tell me folks, cos I have had it!
Nobody is in my room during day. I found out that one of my cats is attacking certain flowers so I confiscated all these flowers that were of his interest and now they are all in my bedroom, on floor, on cabinets, all around and I close the door every day so this tiger doesn’t get to destroy the jungle. So I have eliminated that possible contributor. He only gets in when I am right here in this room. Perhaps when I read a book during day. But then I have the thing on top of the duvet. But sand is under it. Under duvet but on the bedsheet. I’m losing it. Where does it come from? I see no other reason but: it’s falling off ME! Are old people drying up and turning into tiny sand bits, as if prepping for the upcoming time 6 feet under?
Is this sand coming in from window? Do cats know their way into my room by opening the door themselves? Well, if so, how do they close the door once damage is done? Is there my moms ghost having a laugh right now and every evening so? That certainly would be her “kinda” joke.
I am actually pleased this fucking problem prompted me to write because I am out of my wits and I really want to know what the fuck is happening. Or, has this sand always been in my bed and it’s just my skin that is somehow now way too sensitive. I remember we slept in barn when we were kids, right in hay, and nothing bothered us but occasional spider or beetle crawling about. Yet now the tiniest of grain, as far as I can detect them, are smaller than sand and it is too big for me 🙂
I know it doesn’t make sense. Maybe it’s just me being nervous and exhausted, half dead from the yearly occurence called winter.
I must find my juju. My zen. Well, spring is here, in fact, spring started just two days ago as we still do this stupid clock thing, back n forth, nobody ever understood what means forward and what not. Spring means half of the target completed! This year I counted 28 days straight with no sun. That gives you hint of why northern folks love vodka. But the same time it is weird that finns are the happiest people on earth for the 8th time! No sense in there whatsoever. I myself am more of a tequila or rum gal. Or beer and rose bubbly in fact. Times of me dancing on tabletop are probably over. Tried to go out this last Saturday, after concert. Concert ended 20.40. I was home 21.00 and went straight to bed. That sand filled bed. I didn’t go out because I found a lot of excuses – going out alone looks desperate, I have no idea what todays hot spots are, looked up in internet and found they closing at 2 at night and every place has ticket these days. Is that normal? Ol’ times we just got started at 1!!!
Anyways, gotta clean that bed from sand now
puss puss
stay hot and cool
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3 Gallows, anyone?
Wish to die. There is a place and time when someone, factually sane, can say I have enough
Glad of death…. if i’ts a relief to the person or to the rest of the world
Nono, I’m not talking about myself being dead. I’m talking about the long wished upon a death of warmongers, childrapists, genociders. In short the Epstein class a ka zionist jews and white supremacists.
Why is it that some deaths make half of world mourn, say Michael Jackson or Ozzy Osbourne. Or Harry Belafonte whose passing made me cry for weeks! Or even Osama bin Laden or Cadaffi – the fact that big chunk of world believes the last two guys were bad does not amaze me anymore. I realised most people are sort of illiterate or indifferent. For many a reasons. First being: it doesn’t concern me, I am in the other end of the world. Yet US is the one attacking the folks in exactly “other end of the world”! And has been doing it since 1950s or so. Led and owned by zionist jews. And these folks are struggling, the “illiterate” ones, they too are struggling with their everyday life, and that’s why they are indifferent – they have no means and no power to do anything extra on top of two or three jobs they do already! To go to marching with the billboards and fanfares is not easy for commoners, and that’s exactly what the warmachine called “Epstein class” wants. The zio jew ran US is doomed. As per today, 28th February 2026. And I, non-religious chick, I shall pray for the swift end of zionist israhell that has been leeching off US and UK for almost a century, and I pray for all of the supporters of zionist israhell to find the agonising end. For the greater good of WHOLE WORLD!
The two nasty guys McCain and Carter, both warmongers and warcriminals, yet these bastards were celebrated and praised!? How brainwashed one has to be to celebrate these criminals I have no measure but I’m sure it’s beyond brainwashed. Expert level. The sad part again is, that commoners are busy surviving while “government” screws them around and fucks everything up. How about taking down US governent and shut down the criminal entities like Aipac and Israhell. They are all so intertwined it’s litterally one and the same thing. Epstein class ruining whole world.
Imagine cleaning up and locking up all the Epstein class, including the jews who own this class! World would be instantly a pleasant place for all sane people. There was never any problems in “middle-east” (*middle of whose east?) until the selfclaimed natives “returned”. It’s a cold fact. Where ever these folks went, be it Spain or Russia, they always created problems. As one nazijew Naftali said: we tried to make world love us israhellist for 3000 years. We now see it did not work. This twat does brainwashing again. What he so passionately believes is just load of bullshit but he doesn’t get it because he, and 97.5% of israhellist, have no braincapacity left.
1. there was no israhell 3000 years ago
2. your ancestors are not desertpeople
3. you are literally white folks from mainly Russia, US and some from Europe
4. you are white nazi supremacist
5. you really don’t get why 109 countries deported you after catching you redhanded
6. you still claim you are the victim tho there is no proof, you yelling it out loud is not proof
7. you have highest skin cancer rate on earth – you are white folks in desert
8. you are allergic to olive pollen
9. no matter how hard you try you sound and look inbred with that distinct speech impediment, crooked eyes and low forehead
10. loud voice and stupid talk don’t help much
11. you invented yiddish because you are unable to learn hebrew. Yiddish is invented language, not semite.
12. you don’t have local DNA because you are russian, or european american, or european.
13. as to the contrary of white zio folks occupying Palestine, the palestinians are the highest educated people on earth. You must be livid because you are unable to reach any decency with your genepool.
Is it ethical to dream of someones death? And as cruel and slow as possible death? It has been topic for some years now. Whole world would be peaceful if there was no israhell. And it’s not joke. There was no conflict until there zionist turned up in Palestine…. After that fat drunkard gifted Palestine (?!??!!) to zionist jews for abolishing his debts. That’s why there is big chance there will be no more conflict if this terrorist entity is wiped off from earth. It will be a big day to celebrate, whole world would open bubbly!
But you see, they have infiltrated since 1950s to US and UK so well they published the schoolbooks the way they needed. Small countries with small languages were not much interesting for ziojews, they did not change our schoolbooks. But they sure kept americans and brits stupid and brainwashed. Quite successfully too! Random commoner does not speak anything else but English, because of that they are forcefed with zionist owned news and they know nothing even close to truth! That’s why americans believe Iran is the biggest threat to US security! I mean what security? First sign of grandiosa paranoia of US is exactly “army”, armed to teeth to protect US. Protect from what? Who ever infiltrated to US except jews? Who attacked the twin towers? Who is convincing US since 1990s that Iran is week from building a nuclear bomb?
Imagine when one sick zionist or paedophile drops. US and the whole world will be closer to freedom and happiness! Fascinating that one death would make world peaceful. Death of a whole country would bring tears to our faces, tears of happiness. That cancer sitting in the “middle east” (again, whose east and whose middle) must be abolished.
Long live Iran!
Free Palestine!
Abolish israhell!
Free USA!
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2. of 2026
I speak somewhat random 7 languages and apparently brain capacity 🙂 and smartness and talent is one of the things mother gives to kids. What fathers give to kids? Dunno. But the languages give me and kids quite fun time. Not only the Scrabble that we play every now and then in two different languages! One of my kids decided by himself that he shall now learn German for fun. That was some three years ago. Out of the blue, all by himself. He has done the Duolingo thingy and he always asks some words from me aswell. Like: what’s some funny words you know, or what happened if I used wrong word is some conversations and so on…. Like the best joke about an hedgehog in the spring that I remembered one word wrong and that was the start of a great friendship with HM ambassador some many years ago….. So for some years now we casually chat away using not only German or English or Russian, but also Swedish and Finnish and Polish and even Spanish and Italian. I know nothing about Spanish but I understand quite a lot in certain situations and the rules for our inside game are we can use any language that we know the word in what we need. Like if you want to say sentence “How was your day” in as many different languages at once as possible. So our usual evening when I come home would be like that…. or actually was today:
Kid 1: Buenas tardes! ?que tal tu dia? (* the rule is you can also mix all different languages up: Good tardes! How byl tvoi päiväsi? Here is four languages mixed up)
Me: Horrible as usual, I am half way dead frozen
Kid 1: ooh, por que, oh por que!?
Me: well, it’s fucking freezing, was minus 17C today (for the Fahrenheit lovers it’s about 1-2F and that’s literally death by freezing cos I was out by the sea all day long)
Kid 1: Wie dem auch sei! Vad blir det till middag? Kyckling?
Me: Well, whatever you want. Pick something and voila! izz a commin!
Kid 1 to Kid 2 (has headphones on, so Kid 1 is yelling): oy! Shall we have kyckling for dinner?
Kid 2 to Kid 1: I have no clue what you just said
Kid 1 to Kid 2: I said if you would like to have kyckling for dinner?
Kid 2 to Kid 1: I have no idea what kyckling is, mate
Kid 1 to Kid 2: It’s a chicken, mate, a chicken
Kid 2 to Kid 1: what is chicken?
Kid 1 to Kid 2: kyckling is a chicken, mate!
Kid 2 to Kid 1: what are you on about
Kid 1 to Kid 2: kyckling is chicken in Swedish, mate!
Kid 2 to Kid 1: aah, ok, I thought it’s some sort of style of chicken like indian or something
Kid 1 to Kid 2: nooo! Are you stupid? You don’t know how is chicken in Swedish?!?
Kid 2 to Kid 1: why should I know chicken in Swedish? I don’t know anyone speaking Swedish!
Kid 1 to Kid 2: so? You must know minimum in every language!
Kid 2 to Kid 1: you are not OK in your head, mate! So whats for dinner?
Kid 1 to Kid 2: I’ll say kyckling to mom then?
Kid 2 to Kid 1: kyckling it is!
By that time I was hysterically laughing while sitting in toilet, trying to get my arse and feet (on the hot floor) thawn. Those two were like hillbillies yelling about what they should order me to make for dinner. We have sort of game of manners aswell. I tell them you go take a look whats in the fridge, follow the dates of all the stuff, keep an eye on so that we don’t throw stuff away because we forgot that damn chicken in the back. Then they must decide and agree among themselves on what they want for dinner and then they sort of give me the order. It has been like that years and this kind of solution came about when they all had different wishes for dinner. For some three of four years I actually made three to four different dinners every day. Until I had enough. One day they made their choices, and I did their “orders” and then!!!!!! Two of them said: oh, I’d rather have what you have and they did not eat their dinners. That moment I figured out: I will do one dinner for all, based on what you order, and you have to agree upon first. I sometimes don’t eat the dinner they order, like mac-n-cheese or burgers. Then I still enjoy separate dinner. It’s not as difficult as it sounds, both the four different dinners or even less difficult the two dinners. I hate throwing away food and I am proud I tricked them all to work together and now they have to eat what they have ordered. Damn, I’m clever! My single dinner sometimes is just whole Brie and two glasses of wine :). Or, if I can pull it off a box of best sushi in town. Now that’s the difficult one because just one of my kids eats sushi, others don’t. And he loves sushi. So few times it’s been so that we two have sushi and others have whatever they invent.
Ah, some of you might think: tf is wrong with this chick, doing four dinners for one seating at home. Well, it came to be for several reasons. One being that oldest kid is autist. He could not eat potatoes for some ten or 15 years. Then another don’t eat seafood AT ALL, yet rest of us LOVE pasta ai frutti di mare or pasta alla scoglio! So to get them and myself peacefully fed I figured I will have two bases like pasta and potatoes, and three or four sauces as per everyones preferences. So I had pot with pasta going, pot with potatoes, and pot for me with asparagus…. oh well, I see how that sounds ridiculous but I was really good with this system! Then on pans I had either bacon or mince or salmon or…. In the end I had plate of exactly what was orderd to each one. And NOTHING ever was thrown away. I ran a literal a la carte restaurant in the evenings! Ah, and usually the prepping was accompanied with the best music, usually set to support my mood, ofcourse.
So this hilarious thing just happened today when I came home and I figured to put it all in writing fast before I forget. I have lost many good situations because of not writing them down immediately. Like the one with sock. I have just managed to write down a remark for my new short story: the sock. I have no blody clue what was that about. Hilarious for sure, because I made an effort to remember. Yet I have no clue. Which now woudl be the same if I was to write down just word kyckling. Already tomorrow I would have no idea why I wrote down chicken in Swedish to my notebook.
So thats how we keep busy, learning languages, playing with words in different languages, having fun. Not once was hilarious when in scrabble someone put down some word in English, pleased and proud and the rest of us ask what is that word, it’s not in English. Only to be confused and realise oh, yes, that’s in German! I hear this kind of play is good for oldies to keep away Alzheimers too. Ain’t too early to fight that bugger off !
Stay cool and hot!
XOXOX
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