The good, the bad and.. that’s it

No one should ever be to busy to smile!
A cute thing happened to me today..

I was having some car problems (again… the wonders of having an already used car..) and i skipped school. I almost didn’t do anything today and i was beginning to be bothered by it.

After a few hours of trying, swearing and cursing.. the car finally started it’s engine We (my boyfriend and I) only got to go to a single place of the many places we had to go to today and we were a bit grumpy.. until this happened:
I was driving us on a street and i saw a little boy (he was around 6-7 years old.. he was so cute!) with a big big juice bottle in his hands. He wanted to cross the street. He saw me coming and he stopped, but i let him cross to the other side.
The thing that made me smile was… he yelled “THANK YOU!”. A ‘thank you’ that was so refreshing it made me smile.. a lot!

So, my thought for today is the one i wrote at the start of the message

I was expressing an opinion some time ago, regarding “a normal country”. My opinion was: in a normal country, people don’t smoke on the street.
Little did i know that for some reason not everyone agrees with this…

I have been criticized by someone (who i assume smokes..) that I am not being reasonable. Where should he smoke? Only in bars? Only in his house? Should he quit?
My answer will be: yes, yes and (if he wants too..) yes.

For a non-smoker being on the street behind a person who smokes is really not the best place on earth to be. This is a reason some people don’t smoke: they would like to avoid it! I don’t mind is someone smokes, i even let them do this in my house and in my car, but if i am taking a nice refreshing walk i would like it to be smoke-free.

There are parents walking their children or taking them to school or whatever - the kids don’t need to feel the smoke of the person in front of them..
There are pregnant women on the street - they need clean air to breath, not smoke.
There are maybe people who are trying to quit - the last thing they need is to feel some cigarette smoke.

These are my thoughts for a perfect country. I know life is not “pink and fluffy”, but if i had my own little world, i would only let people smoke if there was no one else on the street, because it bothers…

well… not literally… but it’s rude to call him ‘crazy’

Meet my dog: it’s name is Ghibi. It doesn’t mean anything, it’s some sort of short for “little one”. My sister (who accidentally gave it this name..) named the dog while it was still small… very very small.

In time, the dog grew up.. in only 4 months it’s already taking up my space in bed! Now.. this is literally!
(I will call my doggy “he” from now own, since he’s a member of the family now..)
He has this habbit of getting in our bed in the morning. He sits hit butt on my pillow and puts his head on mine. It’s actually cute… until he starts to chew my hair… uff!

The i start to move. He slept enough so maybe he thinks i too need no more sleep.. so he starts playing with me.. There goes my sleep down the drain…

Oh well… Maybe he thinks I am beautiful enough and don’t need more sleep hehe

Ingredients:

4 eggs
1 l. milk
100 g. sugar
some lemon juice

How to cook it: Separate the eggs (the yolk from the white stuff). Make a mousse out of the white part of the eggs (beat it until it gets hard); add some sugar and the lemon juice. Heat the milk (but don’t boil it). Take some mousse with a spoon and put it in the milk. Let it in 1-2 minutes on each side, then take it out. After you do this, add the yolk mixed with sugar. Let it boil a little, then pour the cream over the pieces of mousse.

Hurray!
I made it!

I just finished installing the new future english blog I welcome myself to the english blogosphere.
I’m off to finding a new theme for this ‘baby’..