Eat food from farmers markets (…or be a farmer)
Drink good tea each morning (and coffee afterwards 😉)
Read books that make you feel (goodreads is watching you)
Paint, even if you’re awful (just like me^^)
Write, even when you have nothing to say (keep jabbering)
Sit in the fresh air outside (you deserve that much)
Go on hikes (I know, right?)
Swim in lakes and wade in streams (seas are boring 🙂)
Sleep as long as you need (Oh do tell me!)
Work hard at what you love (well, we try)
Work hard at what you hate (touché)
Love unconditionally and wholeheartedly (strikes me as being possibly the hardest one)
When you drink beer, your liver has to go into overdrive to detoxify the alcohol. Now add a few packets of crisps to the equation, maybe some peanuts and those calories are there to stay. Beer itself is pretty calorific stuff, to the tune of around 150 calories a unit so why beer makes you fat.. well that starts to seem obvious. Continue reading
Okay, let me admit it: Among all the social networks that I’m on, Twitter is the most addictive. It is now 4 years since I started using Twitter. The only network I don’t want to get rid of ! Why?! I don’t know. Maybe because there are more useful updates. No ‘friend’ requests and games, less characters, more effectual and beneficial. Ehm… no, I’m not an avid user 🙂 I don’t want to become one. What if I lose all my interest in this website?! There were shutdown rumours, but I don’t think it will happen soon. Yet I decided to adapt some of my tweets into a quick blog post. Just to be on the safe side 😉 Cheers! Continue reading
I remember when smoking was fun. All the cool kids were doing it Jen Barber
Do not get me wrong, folks. I really do think that our planet would be a better place without tobacco and smoking. This is my firm belief and nothing can convince me otherwise! And I also know that the absolute majority of people hold the same views. Continue reading
Phantom hitchhikers and other urban legends : the strange stories behind tall tales / Albert Jack.
I have been interested in myths and urban legends ever since a preteen sleepover introduced me to the story of the The Hook (You know, the one about the couple at the local makeout spot who hear a strange scraping noise on the car. They get scared and drive quickly home — only to find a bloody hook hanging from the car door handle). I have since learned to be skeptical of these stories — though it sometimes is hard to tell what is based on fact and what is fantasy.
I picked up Albert Jack’s book, and skimmed several stories before sitting down to read it cover to cover. I was pleased to find many a tale I hadn’t heard before.
Did you hear about the scorned woman who stuffed seafood in the curtain rods throughout the home just before her ex-husband and his new wife put it up for…
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For some reason, every year at this time, I strangely find myself thinking about Istanbul, singing about Istanbul, finding something new about Istanbul. As I recall, it started when I was a teenager. All of a sudden, I started to grow feeling for a city I’d never been to before. Continue reading