tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-64210472170780639652024-03-07T22:42:24.891-08:00WauzzyWauzzyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08293236432995460977noreply@blogger.comBlogger70125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6421047217078063965.post-39814622046092946272011-06-23T11:30:00.000-07:002011-06-23T11:33:57.187-07:00Some pictures I made<a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/42380347@N03/5863614839/" title="statue by Wauzzy, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5229/5863614839_79a14220b7.jpg" width="465" height="500" alt="statue "></a><br />
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<a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/42380347@N03/5863614139/" title="Flower by Wauzzy, on Flickr"><img alt="Flower" height="333" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3005/5863614139_681433e3da_z.jpg" width="500" /></a>Wauzzyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08293236432995460977noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6421047217078063965.post-11801819835125349792011-06-16T02:22:00.000-07:002011-06-16T02:22:33.526-07:00When the children became older, Husband and I decided to have a mobile phone.<br />
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So when the children need us or have a question, they can call Husband or me.<br />
But this turned out to be a bit wrong....<br />
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I'm at my work.<br />
My mobile phone rings.<br />
I pick up the phone and say 'Hello'<br />
It's Nona (daughter) 'Hi mom''.<br />
I said 'Hi, what's wrong why are you calling?'<br />
She's quiet, but I know she's there.<br />
'Hello?' and I'm loosing my patience now 'What is wrong!?'<br />
She says 'No, nothing is wrong, but I need to run to the attic and I just want to talk to you when I'm going'.<br />
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I'm at my work.<br />
The phone rings.<br />
I pick up the phone and say 'Hello'.<br />
Sinyo (sun) 'Hi, Mom.'<br />
"Can I make a cup a soup?" <br />
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Well, I know I had taken a mobile phone to be available for the kids, but not for this kind of things. <br />
* Sigh *Wauzzyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08293236432995460977noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6421047217078063965.post-4712439607158104832010-10-14T02:41:00.000-07:002010-10-14T02:43:03.339-07:00The voice of HollandHere in Holland we have a new schow it's called 'The voice of Holland'.<br />
The jury it is not allowed to look at the candidate, they can only listen to the voice.<br />
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Well and then you get this.... (you can hear him sing at 0.38 sec.)<br />
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<object height="385" width="480"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/29YYuzQDOKA?fs=1&hl=nl_NL&color1=0x5d1719&color2=0xcd311b"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/29YYuzQDOKA?fs=1&hl=nl_NL&color1=0x5d1719&color2=0xcd311b" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"></embed></object>Wauzzyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08293236432995460977noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6421047217078063965.post-38312462526287112962010-10-03T11:30:00.000-07:002010-10-03T11:30:25.193-07:00Why?I ask you; 'Why do teenagers have so much hormones in them?<br />
Not much is good.<br />
Everything you ask is tooo much. (Way to much).<br />
They argue about everything. (I don't know why, because they do it anyway)<br />
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I gues nobody knows, why.Wauzzyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08293236432995460977noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6421047217078063965.post-7652438899558798882010-09-28T06:42:00.000-07:002010-09-28T06:42:09.792-07:00My romantic husbandHe had a beer or two,<br />
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and isn't it so that when man are drunk they speak the truth?<br />
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He sings sweat songs in my ear and kisses my nose,<br />
He declares his eternal love to me,<br />
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He gently strokes my back and kisses me in my neck,<br />
Holds me close and kisses me passionately,<br />
He looks naughty at me and unbuttons my blouse,<br />
He kneels in front of me and sings a serenade<br />
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I believe I'm going to have great sex,<br />
Partly undressed, I lay on my back on our bed...<br />
and hold my breath,<br />
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Husband threw himself beside me, I close my eyes and wait for what is going to com..<br />
He lies motionless.... quit..... I hear a snore.............<br />
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I have no sex tonight ..... <br />
He will have a headache tomorrow...Wauzzyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08293236432995460977noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6421047217078063965.post-1241811318454516432010-09-23T03:08:00.000-07:002010-09-23T03:08:46.024-07:00Glee!Since last week Glee is also here on the tv!<br />
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I have to admit, I LOVE IT!!<br />
I just saw the first 4 episodes but yes I'll follow it from now on.<br />
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We just saw the Kurt-Beyonce -> Single ladies dance.<br />
Really had me laughing. Also later in the show, when he tells his father he's gay and his father responds with the line:<br />
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<em><blockquote><em>"I've know since you were three. All you wanted for your birthday was a pair of sensible heels." </em></blockquote></em><br />
The songs, the dance and most of all the one liners of Sue!<br />
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Yes, loving it!<br />
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Now I understand why people in Amerika love it.<br />
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You know what I like most of all...<br />
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<blockquote><em>"My husband likes it too"</em></blockquote><br />
Yes! We are both sitting on the couch and laugh and talk about everybody that is in the serie.Wauzzyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08293236432995460977noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6421047217078063965.post-46066563555344179212010-09-10T04:58:00.000-07:002010-09-10T04:58:13.988-07:00Long time, no writeIt has been tooo long since my last post, but from now on I'll be back :).<br />
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So, time is running here. The kids are back to school and husband and I are both working again.<br />
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Last night we <span style="font-size: large;">finally</span> had an evening out. We had to wait for the babysitter (Yes, we know we have teens, but still too young to stay home alone in the evening) and we went.<br />
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Here in ouw town we have an all you can eat Japanese restaurant. Everybody was telling us how great the food is and the people. They are going on and on and on!<br />
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Well we wen't and I have to say, the food was good, but it was soooo noisy! It seemed that every little bit off noise crashed at the wall of the restaurant and returned. So, it wasn't a romantic diner anymore and we left very quickly! No, we didn't go home. The weather was beautiful so we went to another restaurant and sat on the terrace.Wauzzyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08293236432995460977noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6421047217078063965.post-5893728091351227922010-07-06T00:20:00.000-07:002010-07-06T00:32:40.717-07:00WorldCup 2010<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XBkei1lcKTw/TDLb72MWP3I/AAAAAAAAAAU/S3dBYz3BFvE/s1600/BD_4631348_4631348-_772137b.jpg"></a><br /><div><br /><br /><div>Here in Holland everybody is nervous about the game that is jet to come.<br />Tonight at 20:30 (our time) The Netherlands are going to play against Uruguay. The papers are full of it and everybody is expecting that we are winning.<br /><br />Last week when the played against Brasil my son was a nervous wrek. The first 45 minutes he jump up and down, walked to the kitchen and back and sometime's closed his eyes... So you can understand that tonight it will be the same.<br /><br />Our garden is full with orange flags and our street is too.<br /><br />I have to admit that I like the mood that everybody is in. Decorating there house, street and garden.<br /><br />Here is a picture of The EK in 2008, so it will give you an idea..<br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XBkei1lcKTw/TDLbzBZs-CI/AAAAAAAAAAM/isSxJJNIm8o/s1600/BD_4631348_4631348-_772137b.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 209px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490692565314107426" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XBkei1lcKTw/TDLbzBZs-CI/AAAAAAAAAAM/isSxJJNIm8o/s320/BD_4631348_4631348-_772137b.jpg" /></a></div></div>Wauzzyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08293236432995460977noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6421047217078063965.post-30346760406211246872010-06-16T10:33:00.000-07:002010-07-05T01:26:53.044-07:00Changes<span id="fullpost"></span><br />I changed a couple things, because I just had to.<br />I didn't write for a while, because I was busy with other things.<br />Luckely for me there wasn't a lot to do to change to an other blog, I just exported and imported it.<br /><br />Now it's time to talk again to the world.Wauzzyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08293236432995460977noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6421047217078063965.post-39006303267948234732010-01-05T00:06:00.000-08:002010-06-21T00:47:45.539-07:00New ages.<span id="fullpost">A new year! </span><br />I was thinking what wil happen this year.<br />My son wil turn 14 years old! <br />My daughter wil turn 13 years old!<br />I'm going over 40!<br />My husband is still nog going to be 40!<br />We will live in this house for four years!<br /><br />Well if I just think off my kids, they are getting so old! Sometimes I wonder where that little boy is who hardly smiled. It's just unbelieveble that everything is going so fast. <br />The days, weeks, months, years everything is racing by and the only thing I can do is help, learn, participate and watch it go by.<br /> <a href="http://s887.photobucket.com/albums/ac76/sjj05/?action=view&current=wauzzy1.png" target="_blank"><img alt="handtekening" border="0" src="http://i887.photobucket.com/albums/ac76/sjj05/wauzzy1.png" /></a>Wauzzyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08293236432995460977noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6421047217078063965.post-68096738207594932962010-01-01T00:01:00.000-08:002010-06-21T00:47:45.569-07:00Happy new year!!!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r2Neye3TN4I/Sz0mOwYLMCI/AAAAAAAAAZk/rc3MltZrSnE/s1600-h/ist2_9345834-happy-new-year-2010-still-life.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" ps="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r2Neye3TN4I/Sz0mOwYLMCI/AAAAAAAAAZk/rc3MltZrSnE/s400/ist2_9345834-happy-new-year-2010-still-life.jpg" /></a><br /></div><span id="fullpost"><br /><br /></span><br /><a href="http://s887.photobucket.com/albums/ac76/sjj05/?action=view&current=wauzzy1.png" target="_blank"><img alt="handtekening" border="0" src="http://i887.photobucket.com/albums/ac76/sjj05/wauzzy1.png" /></a>Wauzzyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08293236432995460977noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6421047217078063965.post-42068889990219013582009-12-31T14:35:00.000-08:002010-06-21T00:47:45.587-07:00Almost 2010<span id="fullpost">For us it's just 27 minutes and the new year will begin.</span><br />All day you hear firework everywhere and when you go outside there is a lot to see in the sky.<br /><br />In Holland we are allowed to set off firework on last day of the year from 10:00 in the morning till 02:00 in the night.<br />So you can imagine that everybody who wants to set off firework is having a ball. <br /><br />It's not like this in every country, can you tell me how it is in your county?<br /><br /> <a href="http://s887.photobucket.com/albums/ac76/sjj05/?action=view&current=wauzzy1.png" target="_blank"><img alt="handtekening" border="0" src="http://i887.photobucket.com/albums/ac76/sjj05/wauzzy1.png" /></a>Wauzzyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08293236432995460977noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6421047217078063965.post-55628642911517766522009-12-17T00:47:00.000-08:002010-06-21T00:47:45.627-07:00Winter Wonderland<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_r2Neye3TN4I/SynwK7RlsOI/AAAAAAAAAYc/OmZD2YEC8WA/s1600-h/castor_1020317_468_thumb.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" ps="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_r2Neye3TN4I/SynwK7RlsOI/AAAAAAAAAYc/OmZD2YEC8WA/s200/castor_1020317_468_thumb.jpg" /></a><br /></div><br />It is snowing in the place where we live. Jahooeee!! <br />I love snow!<br /><br />Yesterday it was al over the news that snow was going to come.<br />We looked at the sky and thought, where is it.<br /><br />Nothing happened, no snow, not even a resembles of something that looks like snow. Our first thought was that they made a mistake, or that it would come but much, much later. <br />So we went to bed, before we went to bed, we looked outside, but no, no snow.<br /><br />But WOW , this morning the world is white. The best part is, it’s snow where you can make a snow doll (is that how you call it?) from and have snow balls fights.<br /><br />I really love that!<br /><br />Unfortunately we have to wait, because we have to work and the kids must go to school. <br /><br />A college of mine just told me, there is more snow an the way.<br />So we are going to be ok!Wauzzyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08293236432995460977noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6421047217078063965.post-28785972437756912462009-12-08T11:54:00.000-08:002010-06-21T00:47:45.645-07:00Saint Nicolais left, Santa Claus is coming.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r2Neye3TN4I/Sx6u41xZW5I/AAAAAAAAAXc/LvBP_CSClNg/s1600-h/kerstsint.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" er="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r2Neye3TN4I/Sx6u41xZW5I/AAAAAAAAAXc/LvBP_CSClNg/s200/kerstsint.jpg" /></a><br /></div><span id="fullpost">I have to say that if have been busy with a lot of things the last days, so I didn't have time to write.</span><br />But here I am again.<br /><br />Here in Holland Saint Nicolais left for Spain this sunday. Every child is happy with the gifts and the fact that Saint Nicolais came by there house or school. <br />In all the stores you can buy Saint Nicolais candy with discount and everything in the store that first was reserved for Saint Nicolais is now filled with Santa Claus things.<br />Yes, we are going from one child feast to an other. Isn't is great!!!<br />Yess for the children, I can see there wishlist already.<br />No they didn't get anything for Saint Nicolais, it's more fun if they really believe in it. They leave there shoe at the door and sing songs to Saint Nicolais so they really hope he is coming. The children really believe that Saint Nicolais can hear them.<br /><br />There is no singing for Santa Claus, no leaving your shoe at the door, so this is so differant.<br />Don't get me wrong, I love chrismas. The trea, the lights, the jolly good feeling.<br />I have to admit, I miss the fact that the children are small and believe in Saint Nicolais.<br /><br /><br /><br /> <a href="http://s887.photobucket.com/albums/ac76/sjj05/?action=view&current=wauzzy1.png" target="_blank"><img alt="handtekening" border="0" src="http://i887.photobucket.com/albums/ac76/sjj05/wauzzy1.png" /></a>Wauzzyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08293236432995460977noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6421047217078063965.post-34071552865713492412009-12-01T12:49:00.000-08:002010-06-21T00:47:45.665-07:00Excuse me?! Saying I'm not a good mother....Today I was reading somewhere on the internet that a research, I think it was from England, showed that children of working mothers are not as healthy as stay at home moms childrens. (Wow, that was a long sentence).<br /><br /><div style="color: red;">Ok, the research claims that children under the age of 5, don't eat healthy, drink a lot of sweatened soda (like cola), watch more television and are often brought by car to school.<br /></div><div style="color: red;"><br /></div><div style="color: red;">You know what bugs me, that the research result claimt it happens with every mother.<br /></div><div style="color: red;"><br /></div><div style="color: red;">So I have to tell people that my children are healthy and they eat also a lot of vegatables. <br /></div><div style="color: red;">Yes, I´m a working mom, since the moment they where born. I just wasn´t born to be a stay at home mom, it´s just not in me.<br /></div><br /><div style="color: magenta;">And yes, it is possible that their are family that are just like the result of the research, but it also happens at home where the mothers are staying home.<br /></div><div style="color: magenta;"><br /></div><div style="color: magenta;">I´m just getting a little crazy about the fact that working moms have to explain their selves.<br /></div><br />So, I said it.<br />(Sorry if my English is now really bad!)Wauzzyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08293236432995460977noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6421047217078063965.post-46252056113091899692009-11-24T04:28:00.000-08:002010-06-21T00:47:45.803-07:00Saint Nicolais coming in too Holland<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r2Neye3TN4I/SwvXO0-9Q9I/AAAAAAAAAV0/xC3nxPx4ZvA/s1600/intocht-sinterklaas-amsterdam-lijkt-gered.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 130px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r2Neye3TN4I/SwvXO0-9Q9I/AAAAAAAAAV0/xC3nxPx4ZvA/s200/intocht-sinterklaas-amsterdam-lijkt-gered.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407652427329258450" /></a><br />I told you a while ago about Saint Nicolais that arrived in Holland. I was trying to find a movie or something so you can see it.<br />I found something but it's very long about 10 min. and I know that when you don't understand the language, it's not so fun to watch.<br /><br />But just for fun, watch this.<br />Look at the people who are waiting, the people on the ship, look at the children. It's so fun! If you don't want to wait that long, go to 3 minutes and you see a bit more. <br />This is really a story for children and I'm so sorry my children don't believe in it anymore.<br /><br /><object width="445" height="364"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube-nocookie.com/v/oUwrpMJyJws&hl=nl_NL&fs=1&color1=0x5d1719&color2=0xcd311b&border=1"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube-nocookie.com/v/oUwrpMJyJws&hl=nl_NL&fs=1&color1=0x5d1719&color2=0xcd311b&border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="445" height="364"></embed></object>Wauzzyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08293236432995460977noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6421047217078063965.post-48654200582550728472009-11-19T23:43:00.000-08:002010-06-21T00:47:45.853-07:00I wish this was true?!?!?!?!<div><br />I came across a site where you can see the value of your site a few months ago, so I typed in wauzzy.blogspot.com and it was worth nothing.<br /><br />I came across it again and I typed my sites name again and this is what I saw!!<br /><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_r2Neye3TN4I/SwZI_42o1WI/AAAAAAAAAUE/eZBF3k8S5vE/s1600/wauzzy+stats.bmp"></a><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406090678234115906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 160px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r2Neye3TN4I/SwZK1EOx70I/AAAAAAAAAUU/LMlMlwtc_c4/s400/wauzzy+stats.bmp" border="0" /><br /><br />After updating; </div><div><br /> </div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406090391174918674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 489px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 167px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_r2Neye3TN4I/SwZKkW2iMhI/AAAAAAAAAUM/lff0xyaSycM/s400/afterupdate+wauzzy+stats.bmp" border="0" />Wauzzyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08293236432995460977noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6421047217078063965.post-21208867911797124612009-11-17T13:00:00.000-08:002010-06-21T00:47:45.873-07:00Do we have a money tree..?<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r2Neye3TN4I/SwL4fH81m6I/AAAAAAAAATQ/O8_KmJ3SPfI/s1600/geldboom.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405155716391869346" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r2Neye3TN4I/SwL4fH81m6I/AAAAAAAAATQ/O8_KmJ3SPfI/s200/geldboom.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><span id="fullpost">Did I mention that we have Saint Nicolais and Santa Clauss in Holland..?<br />Did I mention that when children find out that Saint Nicolais is not the one who brings the presents but we the parents, that they don't have to expect that much?<br />No, wel it's true.<br />Did I mention that my children missed that part..?<br /><br /><br />My daughter, who is 12 year, wants to have a phone and not just a phone.. No she wants a LG cookie ore was it a LG Star, ore no she wants UGGS ore no..<br />Well I guess you know what I mean she wants really a lot off things .. for Saint Nicolais...<br />She told me that she knows she to old for Saint Nicolais, that she knows we don't do presents any more, but she just loves that phone and she really wants to have it.<br />So please, please, please pretty please can she have that phone (<span style="font-size:85%;">and if she can't get the phone, then maybe can she get UGGS..?</span>).<br /><br />I think you all know how those things go.<br /><br />Well, that is my daughter talking, listen to what my son says.<br /><br />Let me tell you first, that 2 weeks ago the xbox360 was banned from internet. So, that means he can't play with the xbox on-line. He was really cranky about that and now, I think you know what I'm about to say.<br />Yes, he wants to have a new xbox360, and if it is really just not possible he would settle for money.....<br /><br />I have asked the kids often enough, if we have a money tree we don't know about. Unfortunately the kids also can't find it.....<br /></span><br /><a href="http://s887.photobucket.com/albums/ac76/sjj05/?action=view¤t=wauzzy1.png" target="_blank"><img src="http://i887.photobucket.com/albums/ac76/sjj05/wauzzy1.png" border="0" alt="handtekening"></a>Wauzzyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08293236432995460977noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6421047217078063965.post-31573494694719840442009-11-17T04:28:00.000-08:002010-06-21T00:47:45.904-07:00The WorldWideWeb<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_r2Neye3TN4I/SwKXBhsheEI/AAAAAAAAATA/QssOJ3vXFtY/s1600/internet_www_cm.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405048555278792770" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_r2Neye3TN4I/SwKXBhsheEI/AAAAAAAAATA/QssOJ3vXFtY/s200/internet_www_cm.jpg" border="0" /></a> About 10 years ago, here in Holland, not many people worked with the internet. But now I can’t imagine living without it.<br />The internet is so integrated in everybody’s life. Even my parents are working with a computer and starting to learn more and more about Internet.<br /><br />Here is a sum off all the thins I do on the internet:<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />· <strong>Googeling</strong> (what a word), I think I google more then 10 times a day. For my work and private. Everything I don’t know I type in too google. When of our kids have a question I know the answer too but I don’t know how to explain. I just type in the word ore the whole question and there is the right answer ore explanation.<br />· <strong>Following the news</strong>. Every day I go to my favorite newspaper site and read what happened in the world. Off course I look at the news on the tv, but sometimes I don’t have enough time.<br />· <strong>Reading</strong> blogs and articles. Finding out how the lives of people all over the world is. I love reading blogs from people from different countries. This way you can find out how people are living, ore what there house looks like, ore how the school is over there. I also read some blogs from women in Holland and it can be so different.<br />· <strong>Learning,</strong> yes I learn a lot from the internet. New words, new software, instructions guides everything everywhere.<br />· <strong>Shopping</strong>, yep, I’m one of those people who shop on the internet. I like the fact that it’s so easy to shop from a foreign country. Last year I bought make-up from America and my wedding dress came from China, yes from ebay. I love it!<br />· <strong>Blogging</strong>, writing in English and Dutch. Writing about different stories, themes and so much more! <br /><br />I think there is more much much more to find and I haven’t discovered everything yet. Maybe that’s a good thing, because I think that would be do only thing I do!Wauzzyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08293236432995460977noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6421047217078063965.post-86616504561816474992009-11-15T12:04:00.000-08:002010-06-21T00:47:45.947-07:00Saint Nicholas<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r2Neye3TN4I/SwBR7nOcFtI/AAAAAAAAASY/FNkJ5VDBzqU/s1600-h/sinterklaar+2006.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404409637428270802" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r2Neye3TN4I/SwBR7nOcFtI/AAAAAAAAASY/FNkJ5VDBzqU/s200/sinterklaar+2006.jpg" style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt;" /></a><br /><span id="fullpost">I have always thought that this was a celebration that you can find al over the world. But it turned out it is a feast that you can only find in Holland.<br /></span><br /><span id="fullpost">So let me tell you a something about it. </span>Saint Nicholas<span id="fullpost"> is also a festivity for children, just like Santa Claus and in Holland it is called Sinterklaas. His birthday is on December 5th and every child in Holland gets a present. He is riding on</span><span id="fullpost"> a horse on the rooftop of the houses en brings presents with his helpers, they are calles Zwarte Piet, Black Piet.<br /><br />But let me begin with how it al starts every year. </span>Saint Nicholas<span id="fullpost"> lives in Spain with his helpers in a big castle where they store all the presents. In the beginning of Novembre he leaves Spain and comes with his steamboat to Holland.<br /></span><br /><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404415945697035714" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_r2Neye3TN4I/SwBXqzW6hcI/AAAAAAAAASg/2crKZ058pxs/s320/sintboot.jpg" style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;" /><br />His arrival in Holland is followed by every children in Holland, on tv or the go to a city where his boat is coming. The 'real' Saint Nicholas comes in a different haven every year. But there are also a lot of Saint Nicholas that are helping him so he comes on the same day in thousands different city's.<br /><br />Every child in Holland is very happy, because they know that there is a possibility that the find presents in there shoes. Shoes?! Yes, from the moment he comes into our country children can leave there shoe at the door or on every place the want. Because Saint Nicholas is in the country and maybe he wil get on his horse and bring presents already. My children also wanted to place their shoes as soon as he was in the country.<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div>Even at school it's really a special time. Children also bring their shoe to school for present. It looks something like this:<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r2Neye3TN4I/SwBax6TUzSI/AAAAAAAAASo/-RwoTFTdEEA/s1600-h/Sinterklaas+schoen+zetten.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r2Neye3TN4I/SwBax6TUzSI/AAAAAAAAASo/-RwoTFTdEEA/s200/Sinterklaas+schoen+zetten.jpg" /></a><br /></div><span id="fullpost">At December 5th when they come to school then </span>Saint Nicholas<span id="fullpost"> is coming to, he has a lot off helpers, Black Piet, helping him, with the presents, the exciting children and with the list of good and bad children. Because he also has a list, the children who where really bad this year have to be really nice at that point. Because if they are not, he can put them in a sack and take the children with him to Spain..</span><br />So, when school is out, the children go home and are still excited because in the evening he will come to their house or when he not coming to their house he will leave present in their shoes.<br /><span id="fullpost"> <br /></span><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r2Neye3TN4I/SwBd5DA7BLI/AAAAAAAAASw/I3CbAbrKvVI/s1600-h/10-strooien.gif" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r2Neye3TN4I/SwBd5DA7BLI/AAAAAAAAASw/I3CbAbrKvVI/s320/10-strooien.gif" /></a><span id="fullpost">Yes, it's big event because it's not just </span>Saint Nicholas<span id="fullpost">, Black piet and the white horse. No there is also candy, off course, no matter where you are, when ever he comes, the Black Piets are throwing with different candy, it looks like this. And yes really the throwing it on the floor, so you just have to make sure you get it in your hand.<br /></span><br /><span id="fullpost"></span><br /><span id="fullpost"></span><br /><span id="fullpost"></span><br /><span id="fullpost"></span><br /><span id="fullpost"></span><br /><br /><span id="fullpost">Everybody will also get a chocolate letter, it can be in a letter S, from </span>Saint Nicholas<span id="fullpost">, or you own letter.</span><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_r2Neye3TN4I/SwBeXC9xkxI/AAAAAAAAAS4/K0lL35DoJZ8/s1600-h/pepernoten_letter.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_r2Neye3TN4I/SwBeXC9xkxI/AAAAAAAAAS4/K0lL35DoJZ8/s200/pepernoten_letter.jpg" /></a><br /></div><span id="fullpost"><br /><br />A lot off fun when the good old man, comes in to Holland most of all if you have little children. The love that man, because he gives them presents. As soon as he leaves, on december 6th he's off to Spain again, then Santa Claus is coming.</span><br /><span id="fullpost"><br /></span><br /><span id="fullpost">So, here is December a very expensive month.</span><br /><span id="fullpost"><br /></span><br /><span id="fullpost"><br /></span>Wauzzyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08293236432995460977noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6421047217078063965.post-18785895833256728902009-11-12T00:35:00.000-08:002010-06-21T00:47:45.965-07:00Think of this any day!Starting the day with this<br /><br />Lucille Ball was considered to be too shy ... <br /><br />The Beatles were turned down cause guitar music was on the way out ... <br /><br />Michael Jordan was cut from the high school basketball team ... went home and cried<br /><br />Thomas Edison was said to be too stupid to learn anything ...<br /><br />Walt Disney was fired from a newspaper cause he lacked imagination and original ideas ... <br /><br />Abraham Lincoln failed in business, had a nervous breakdown, was defeated in 8 elections ... <br /><br />If you have never failed, you have never lived ... LIFE = RISK<br /><br />Good to start any day !<br /><br /><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/9cSvvxrprdU&hl=nl_NL&fs=1&"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/9cSvvxrprdU&hl=nl_NL&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object>Wauzzyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08293236432995460977noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6421047217078063965.post-9858179078580618122009-11-11T06:51:00.000-08:002010-06-21T00:47:45.993-07:00My brain!<div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_r2Neye3TN4I/SvrNRJR3weI/AAAAAAAAASQ/3avnKDaEN6o/s1600-h/hersens1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" sr="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_r2Neye3TN4I/SvrNRJR3weI/AAAAAAAAASQ/3avnKDaEN6o/s200/hersens1.jpg" /></a><br /></div>So, my brain is working overtime <b>again</b>. Every now and then I have an idea and it's something that I MUST do! (because I want too).<br />I have had so much idea's in the last couple years, well I think whole my life! <br />I wanted to start painting and I would buy everything that has to do with it. My husband also bought me some stuff. Off course I did something with it.... for two weeks... and then it was over. I found something new, I wanted to bake cakes. You know the really pretty ones, that you see in a bakkery or online. Ok, it started when we where planning our wedding, I saw much really nice, pretty, funny wedding cakes! I thought to myself "I can do that too"! Trust me, I cannot! I'm to impatient so that didn't work also.<br />I wanted to make all my one clothes, well you can guess it by now. I made a few things and then I was ready.<br /><br />But I always liked computers and most of all software. It's my job, so I have to like it. But now I'm in a new fase, I want a new thing. I want to learn how to design website's. Yes, I started already, but boy it's harder then I thought. I hope I wil keep on going now, because I think this is a keeper.<br />Well I will found out in a few weeks or months, because I gave myself time to learn.<br /><br />I hope my brain stays with me this time and doesn't leave me in the cold!<br /><br /><div><span id="fullpost"><br /><br /></span><br /></div></div>Wauzzyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08293236432995460977noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6421047217078063965.post-40838769787090206362009-11-09T13:30:00.000-08:002010-06-21T00:47:46.043-07:00Nicknames and more....<div class="separator" style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: center"><a style="CLEAR: left; FLOAT: left; MARGIN-BOTTOM: 1em; MARGIN-RIGHT: 1em" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r2Neye3TN4I/SviMgyCLHQI/AAAAAAAAASA/lO3pNJj4VOE/s1600-h/martini.peg" imageanchor="1"><img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r2Neye3TN4I/SviMgyCLHQI/AAAAAAAAASA/lO3pNJj4VOE/s200/martini.peg" border="0" /></a><br /></div>Well there are a lot off nick names that I give to my children. I'm not suppose to say them in public but sometimes it just comes out. I can tell you at that point my children are not so happy with me.<br /><a href="http://www.blogger.com/post-create.do" name="fullpost1"></a>As you know I come from Holland and some nick names you just cannot translate into English, but maybe it's funny for you to try to pronounce it.<br /><br /><br />When I'm in a <i>cuddly and/ or happy mood</i> I say to my children;<br /><br />Atteke<br />Moppeke<br />cuty pie (I know it's stupid)<br />Sunshine<br />Big boy<br />Big girl<br />Little cute girl or<br />Little cute boy<br /><br /><br /><br />When I'm in a <i>angry mood</i> I say to my children;<br />You´re not funny<br />I don't like you at this point<br />I really try not to call them names (but sometimes it just blurs out, yes I'm sorry I confess)<br /><br /><br />I think every mother has a certain name for her child, but when I see a movie they always have a really special name. Sometimes I wonder if the scriptwriters thought off that in a minute ore they had to think for days. I don't have a special name, but I have cute nicknames (ok, <i>I</i> find I give them cute nicknames.)<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: center"><a style="MARGIN-LEFT: 1em; MARGIN-RIGHT: 1em" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r2Neye3TN4I/SviMWszSVaI/AAAAAAAAAR4/08kUnOsRe_8/s1600-h/martini.peg" imageanchor="1"></a><a style="MARGIN-LEFT: 1em; MARGIN-RIGHT: 1em" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r2Neye3TN4I/SviMWszSVaI/AAAAAAAAAR4/08kUnOsRe_8/s1600-h/martini.peg" imageanchor="1"></a><br /></div>And you do you give your children special nicknames?<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0cm"></div>Wauzzyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08293236432995460977noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6421047217078063965.post-80353383490305187962009-11-08T05:48:00.000-08:002010-06-21T00:47:46.079-07:00Big family<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r2Neye3TN4I/SvbOJpfY9jI/AAAAAAAAARw/4gWEOF5vqQI/s1600-h/melichilds.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r2Neye3TN4I/SvbOJpfY9jI/AAAAAAAAARw/4gWEOF5vqQI/s200/melichilds.jpg" /></a><br /></div>When I met my husband it turned out that he had a big family. He has 5 brothers and 3 sisters. I only have 1 sister, but a lot off cousins. I saw them not that often any more, but my husbands family I saw every week.<br /><span id="fullpost"><br />In first year when we met, it turned out he had two cousins who loved to sleep with us. His brother was divorced and he had his daughters every other weekend. In those weekend they always slept one night at our house. We didn't have children's yet so I had to get use to it. Most off the time we did the mattress in the living room, we made popcorn, had drinks and we watched some movies. I remember that I found it soooo very irritating that she always asked questions about the movie.....<br /><br />At the time our first child was born, they still wanted to sleep over. The oldest cousin turned out to be a real mommy (she was six year old) and looked over our son. I remember when our son just learned how to walk she was always with him to take care off him. Off course a child falls and when it happened she picked him up and said : No, he can't walk yet....<br /><br />Time went by and we had a daughter. Those cousins and our children where almost always together, at the other weekend we had four children or we had none. Because our children grew older and wanted to sleep with their uncle and his daughters. <br />In the mean time my husbands other brother also had children, two girls. Their was a time that my children where sleeping at brother 1, the next day at brother 2 and the next weekend the slept at our place. Yes sometimes all six off them ore we had 4 children. At one point we even had 8 children over to sleep.<br /><br />It was busy, but I really loved it. Waking up in the morning and hearing children voices who were talking and playing. Making a mess in the shower and they found it really funny, we didn't. In the winter when it was snowing we went outside for a walk and we trew snowballs to each other. Yes, it was busy but also a great time. We were washed out on Sunday evening, our children went to bed very early and we said to our selves "Let's not do that again".<br /><br />Now the children are much older, my cousins are 19 and 18 years old, mine are 13 and 12 and the 2 girls from my husband's other brother are 7 and 9 years old. My cousins don't sleep at our house any more, they have other things on their mind!<br />The children of brother 2 sometimes sleep at our house, or our daughter sleeps at his house. My son doesn't want to sleep out any more.<br /><br />But... my sister has 2 kids now, one is 4 years old and the other one is 2 years old. The oldest of 4 years old slept the whole weekend with us. <br /><br />It seems like everything is starting al over again, a new generation is coming to sleep now. Cousins come and go and I have to say that I really love it.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></span>Wauzzyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08293236432995460977noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6421047217078063965.post-37410963392936094012009-11-03T12:39:00.000-08:002010-06-21T00:47:46.101-07:00Sleeping nakedI read somewhere a post about sleeping naked, it someone knows who's post it was please tell me.<br />I have to confess I love to sleep naked too, but I have a 13 year old son. So I also keep in mind that I can not do it any more or that I must have a night gown or something else that I can grab when I come out off bed.<br /><br />I think about it, but do you think my son does the same...????<br /><b>NO!</b><br /><br />Well he thinks about it not to walk naked in the house (because his body is a no no place for me to see). <br /><br />But check this out! <br />Just this week I was in the bathroom to take a shower, he just walks in!<br />I said 'can you please go, I'm ready and want to dry myself off'<br />NO he replies I'm brushing my teeth.<br />And keeps on doing what he is doing. <br />Ok...., I think to myself, what to do now.<br />So, I open the shower curtain just a little bit and start to dry myself off.<br />He doesn't react and keeps on brushing his teeth.<br />While I'm drying myself I say to him<br />"So this evening when you are taking a shower, I'm going to brush my teeth"!<br /><br />He looks at me and leaves the bathroom very quietly.....<br /><br />I find this so strange behaver off him, I can't see him naked, but if he sees me it's ok!<br /><br />I asked him this later and he says<br />"your body hasn't changed since I last seen it, but mine isn't.....!<br /><br />Yeah right!Wauzzyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08293236432995460977noreply@blogger.com2