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annj_g80
16 March 2012 @ 09:01 pm
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This blog is friends-locked, meaning not everybody can read it. Fanfic stuff though will not be locked. Feel free to friend me if you want to. I don't mind new friends but please let me know who you are first. If you want to more about me BEFORE diving headfirst into your doom, read my  Manual for myself . It's enlightening.




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annj_g80
30 December 2020 @ 07:39 pm
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Official Disclaimer: Most characters don't belong to me. I only borrowed them and totally intend to give them back again.

Updated: 21th July 10

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annj_g80
29 July 2013 @ 09:20 pm

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„Ich hatte schon immer den Verdacht, daß das Ausblasen der Kerzen auf der Geburtstagstorte ein getarnter Gesundheitstest für die Versicherung ist.“

Katharine Hepburn
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Liebe Rica, lass dir die Geburtstagstorte dadurch aber nicht verderben :-) Wünsche dir alles erdenklich Gute. Allem voran Gesundheit und Zufriedenheit in deinem beruflichen und privaten Leben.

Ich hoffe du hattest einen schönen Tag mit lieben Menschen.
 
 
annj_g80
17 October 2012 @ 09:14 pm

It just makes me smile (and jump up and down very much to my boyfriends amusement)



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annj_g80
02 August 2012 @ 09:00 pm
Fairy Tale Thursday:

An old Italian man lived alone in the country. It was Spring and he wanted to dig his tomato garden, as he had done every year, but it was very hard work for the aging man as the ground was hard. His only son, Vincent, who used to help him, was currently in prison. The old man wrote a letter to his son and described his predicament:

Dear Vincent,
I am feeling pretty bad because it looks like I won't be able to plant my tomato garden this year. I'm just getting too old to be digging up a garden plot. If only you were here my troubles would be over. I know you would dig the plot for me.

Love Dad


A few days later he received a letter from his son:

Dear Dad,
Not for nothing, but don't dig up that garden. That's where I buried the BODIES.
Love Vinnie


At 4 a.m. the next morning, FBI agents and local police arrived at the old man's house and dug up the entire area. However, they didn't find any bodies, so they apologized to the old man and left.

That same day the old man received another letter from his son.

Dear Dad,
Go ahead and plant the tomatoes now. That's the best I could do under the circumstances.
Love Vinnie
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annj_g80
16 March 2012 @ 08:46 pm


Ja, liebe lupina78. Du bist gemeint :-)

Hab einen schönen Tag (was davon jetzt noch übrig ist).
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annj_g80
23 February 2012 @ 09:32 pm
So, I might have a teeny weeny question for you, dearest f-list. Does anyone live in Miami or has at least a little insider knowledge where one might spend a night between to flights without having to pay enough money that one could have rented a private jet in the first place?

Background: Next weekend my sister comes back from her traveling in Central America and she and her friend need some place to stay from March 2 to 3 not too far away from Miama Airport. Of course there's enough hotels but since doesn't that much of a fortune I'd be thankful for any tip you might have.

Ok, off to bed. Sleep's calling.
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annj_g80
22 February 2012 @ 02:01 pm
Dear lj-friends,

my life has been turned upside-down by a little girl called Lilly who uses my every second and my every nerve to keep me busy. I LOVE being a mom. It's nothing one can describe with words and I won't even try. So the person I am right is exactly what I need to be, dark circles under the eyes and skitterish nerves included.

But I've come to realize that I've changed. I'm not sure when or if I'll ever again be the person that I was before. The one that fan-girled about SPN or wrote Fanfiction because I needed to get my creativity on paper. There's neither time for that in my daily schedule neither room for that within my head right now. I'm really sorry about that because I miss all of it. I miss fan girling and writing as much as I miss going out to watch movie or whatever. I miss writing entries about other things in my life than the One Subject. I miss it all SO MUCH because it had always been an important part of me.

But I can't. Not now.

So, you might think I've become boring and uninteresting and unimaginative and if that is so, so be it. I'd understand if you wanted to defriend me. No hard feelings. Promise. I don't want you to feel any obligation towards me because I've barely the time to keep up with all of my friends right now anyway.

Uhm, so. That's it, I suppose.

Love you, miss you, hug you all

Anja
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annj_g80
09 June 2011 @ 11:42 am
There’s a billion reasons not to have children and only one good reason for: Love. And I’m not talking Hollywood love here but the real deal. The love that makes women lift cars, take bullets, fight evil grown men (plural) single handedly or become supernaturally empathetic when it comes to their kids. The Love with a capital ‘L’ that leaves you physically and emotionally broken and you don’t even mind.

Why I’m so philosophical?

So, this weekend we’ve had a discussion at my parent’s home about the question why the hell would anyone in this world get children even though there’re so much more reasons not to have one? And isn’t “getting children” awfully egoistic from a logical point of view?

Fact is, this world is a mess. There’s murder, rape, war. Not to mention diseases, natural disasters, nuclear weapons and power station (that explode at times and leave whole countries a mess). Who are you to decide that someone else has to suffer through idociy of mankind? Also, there’s the fact that children are exhausting. They cost money, the cost nerves and eventually a few of my own years of life, I’m sure. Mostly what you get in return is sleepless nights and dirty diapers. Later in life it’s going to be temper tantrums, ruined furniture/clothes/carpets/etc. And then there’s puberty. Let’s not forget puberty when your kid HATES you just for being alive. And when your kid is a grown up and (hopefully) finally appreciates what you did for him/her, your kid moves away and begins a life of its own. Shiny!

When I was born in the GDR you actually had advantages in terms of financial benefits. Today, you still get child benefits for every child. It’s not much but it’s the thought that counts. Of course there’s not just a small group of women/families abusing this money and YES, that’s a major case of egoistic.

But generally speaking: Is having kids egoistic?

Let’s presume you’re not getting pregnant due to an accident. This means you’re having kids because you want to.

Uhm, why?

You want to have a kid because you can care for it. Because it’s there and you have someone to give your love to and when you’re old (and lucky) your kid returns the favor. You feed it, you raise it, you entertain it and you teach it. You obviously have a certain idea or vision about how your life will be with a baby. You’re hoping for something to happen that makes your life better, right? But what’s in it for you precisely besides having stress and work and the imminent danger of private insolvency? Come on, let’s face it, the logical necessity of producing kids is pretty much nonexistent. Except maybe in case you want a kid because the poor dude can help you work on the farm. O_o

And this is where only a mother can speak up. How do you explain the love you feel for your child? How do express the impact it makes in your life? It’s impossible. I’ve tried to put it in words so my sister can understand what I’m talking about but, damn, that’s hard.

I have constant butterflies in my stomach when I look at. Just look at her. Today, all day long the only thing I wanted was a few minutes for myself but now that my wish has been fulfilled (she’s asleep in her crib) I want to look at her every few minutes to make sure she’s still there. It’s a never ending struggle between being a 24/7 mommy and still staying myself. She’s only two months old but every day she learns something else. Something she couldn’t do yesterday and my heart explodes with pride and melancholy because I feel like this is way too fast. She’s my baby but I still have no control whatsoever about her. Not really. Not when it comes to her personality, her thoughts and her feelings. All I can do is helping her with all I have. Cloth her, carry her, cuddle and kiss her. Put her to bed when she’s tired and sing her lullabies to calm her down. Feeding her is what heaven must feel like. Her huge eyes are always open, never blinking and she stares at me with wonder and absolute trust that makes me melt like goo and scares me shitless at the same time.

When she smiles it’s all emotion. There’s no second thought in that smile – no spite, no ambiguity. Just that. A smile that is how it’s supposed to be. Serene and given in earnest.

How can I deserve something so wonderful even though I’m just a human being? Am I doing it right? What if I’m doing it wrong? What if I fail miserably? How can I even think about enjoying this when her future is so damn unclear. I’m not even sure she (or I) live through next week? I could get hit by a car and she’d grow up motherless. The same applies to her. What if she’s getting a disease and the only thing my sacrificial motherhood causes is pain and a too early death? These thoughts are so damn painful I usually just put them in the back of my mind. But I DO have them, I can’t turn them off. Only a few days ago I thought about the myth that the world is going to end on December 21, 2012 and I started to calculate how old she’d be and how much she’d miss in her life. Yes, I’m masochistic like that.

But that’s what motherhood feels like. It doesn’t complete you and can’t fix you. And if you think it would, that’d be egoistic. But the truth is, having a baby is a profound change in your life and it will rip you apart and put the parts back together, no more and no less. A painful and rather annoying process that’ll last for the rest of your life and my only hope is that it’s getting easier… which it won’t I know. But I can still hope, right? :-)

So no! Having a baby has got nothing to do with egoism. Indeed, it’d be very egoistic not to enjoy this kind of love. The relationship between mother and daughter (at least as far I can see it) depends on this kind of emotional conversation. A constant giving and taking. Like some kind of symbiosis where one creature depends on the other one and vice versa.

You can expect everything of your kid and you’ll surely go through every kind of emotion there is. Regret, jealousy, frustration, anger, pain… and love, so much love that no matter how weary you are or exhausted or devastated, one smile of your baby and it’ll be all worth it.

Oh, and just to make it clear: it took me four days and a x-ty billion diaper/nursing/sleeping/takingwalks/docsappt-breaks to write this text. I feel majorly accomplished.
 
 
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annj_g80
... but also the worst.

Dear Airlines,

I can't even tell you how much you suck right now. Asking for thousands of Dollars from people who want to flee? That's sick. Regular fees? Pleeeease! That's bullshit!!! Why don't you just double the fees? I mean, you're being so subtle so far after all.



Dear Nuclear Power stations,

I think it's admirable and heroic that there're actually Japanese who want to sacrifice themselves by helping out in the contaminated area but... honestly... is there anyone among you who's actually responsible? Someone who's pocketing the money from this institution? I doubt it! Yeah, yeah, I know. There's no one responsible per se but still. There's people who should be cleaning the mess and then there's the volunteers...




Dear German nuclear power politics,

you know what? Nevermind! It's not like we a saying in that.




*sigh*

This whole thing just makes me cry. And I don't want to cry. Not now. I have other things to do
 
 
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