Showing posts with label please please love me. Show all posts
Showing posts with label please please love me. Show all posts

Sunday, November 16, 2008

People Are All Stupid, My Friends



I like to start the arguments on other blogs when I can't start them at my place. I like call my blog "my place" like it's a real place. I am insane, nyet?

Once, I got into it over at another blogger's place, talking about mature women cougars. To prove point, I post a picture of my live journal friend. Then I report that she look better than her own teenage daughter when nude. Uh-oh. How I can know this??

Am I insane? Oh yes, I just told you so. This was trick question. here is my nude friend. Tell not her poor daughter, nyet.


Saturday, August 9, 2008

I Am Full of Myself, Nyet?

Look! I (as in, not Sister Wolf) actually wrote this and posted it! Every body will be blushing now, nyet?

One of those days when everything you do gets highest marks, some quite unexpectedly. And you get loads of other pleasant little surprises.

-I had an hour-long conversation with Higher Authorities, which resulted in a promotion (and a nicer-rounded paycheck for the next year). “Clients are being very happy with this job we’ve done, particularly with interiors, thanks to you, and they are going to short-list us for the next county project based on that”. Still blushing.

-a co-worker returned from a business trip and invited me to lunch, because “he missed my birthday”. Apparently, he remembered last year’ marble chocolate cake I brought here to celebrate. I didn’t even recall baking a chocolate cake.

-my new shoes were noticed, on separate occasions, by 3 adoring gentlemen. [They couldn't very well come out and say "legs", could they? I feel for them...that was brave enough!]

-my son sent me a very sweet text message. Is he grown enough to not be afraid to show emotion? It was the highlight of my day.

-I got a personal email which I’m going to quote in part here. It concerns these pastries:
“The pastry you gave me wasdelicious-a buttery crust with a terrific “filling”that was especially good as it was not overlysweet(not that easy to do-most pastry tends to be toosweet) a perfect amount of currants in each jes’rounded off the experience- As a friend trust me Ithink I could tell you if something did’nt taste quiteright without bieng offensive-your pastry was aperfect accompaniment to the great meal we had” !! As always-A.

Now I’m going shopping for my upcoming trip abroad. Life is good!

What do you love best, little babushka? My flattery to my self, the idea that I would post email about my pastry....Let's discuss. That's an order.