Blog de Decembrie

Ziua Deannei a fost si a trecut, cam acum 6 luni de zile. Tot de atunci nu am mai scris pe blog. Ce s-a mai intamplat intre timp? Nu mare lucru. Eu sunt tot fara job, asa cum eram si acum 6 luni. Am mai gasit posturi temporare pe ici pe colo, dar nu mare lucru. Faptul ca inca nu stiu sa conduc ma "ajuta" sa raman neangajata din motive de cladiri si birouri care sunt la mama naibii unde nici tren si nici autobuz nu ajunge. Nu conduci, nu muncesti, clar.
Deanna creste, invata sa scrie si sa citeasca. Dupa spusele invatatoarei, se descurca foarte bine la cei 5 ani jumate ai ei. Aseara mi-a citit jumatate din "Cat in the Hat". Dr Seuss e tare destept la scris carti pentru copii care abia invata sa citeasca. Si la scris merge bine. Invat si eu cu ea metodele de invatare a limbii englize atunci cand abia inveti sa scrii pentru prima oara. La inceput te iei dupa sunete, apoi inveti grupuri de litere care formeaza un anumit sunet. La caligrafie inca sta prost... invatatoarea nu pune mare pret pe ea... Imi explica acum vreo doua saptamani ca e mai important ca elevii sa invete sa scrie de la stanga la dreapata, in linie si sa puna punct dupa propozitii, e mai putin important ca P e pe aceeasi linie cu D. Asa ca e treaba mea sa o ajutsi sa ii explic cum e treaba cu caligrafia, si sa scriem intre linii cu coada lui P sub linie si coada lui D deasupra liniei.
Ii scrie scrisori lui Mos Craciun din Noiembrie. De la trambuline, la chiatara, vioara, laptop, pana la "calutz pe batz" sau hobby horse cum i se spune pe aici si "christmas buddies" filmul cu niste catei dragalasi care trec prin tot feluld e aventuri... le vrea pe toate :). Lista s-a tot schimbat... acum gata... a scris scrisoarea finala care a fost postata catre "Santa".

Ne vom petrece Craciunul acasa. Dupa cum sta situatia, s-ar putea sa fie ultimul craciun petrecut acasa. Dar noi sa fim sanatosi, ca in rest o sa fie si mai bine :).

Nu promit ca o sa scriu mai des, dar am sa incerc sa nu mai las sa treaca inca 6 luni pana voi scrie un nou post :).

Va doresc sa aveti parte de un Craciun fericit si imbelsugat si un An nou mai bun pentru toata lumea.

Deanna's 5th Bday Party - 28th June 2009

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I smiled this mornign because i read this...

'Duck Man' saves the day! Banker catches ducklings plunging from first-storey ledge to concrete pavement below

The spectacle of a banker scurrying across a pavement, catching ducklings as they plunge off a ledge has resulted in him earning the nickname 'Duck Man'.

Full Story: click here

21 May 2009
www.dailymail.co.uk

La multi ani Fratimiu

Sa traiesti, sa cresti mare,s anatos, voios si la punga gros! Pupam si abia asteptam sa te vedem!

Primavara, Paste 2009

Sa aveti parte de un Paste fericit alaturi de cei dragi ai vostri!

Noi tocmai am terminat vacanta de Paste. Mama mai sta o saptamana. Ajunge acasa de Paste :).











Vreme buna de urcat prin copaci si lucrat prin gradina:)








Pozat albine la munca


Narcise si...



Papadii


Si am vopsit si oua:


restul
aici

G 20

In imagini facute de un roman la Londra.

Despre fete

Majoritatea persoanelor cu care lucrez in prezent sunt de sex feminin. Sunt happy sa lucrez cu ele, multe din ele sunt de treaba, dar gasesc ca imi este greu sa comunic, in adevaratul sens al cuvantului 'a comunica' cu ele. Din 10-15 fete cate exista fizic in birou la un moment dat (si alte 15 la telefon sau pe email), am reusit sa comunic cu una singura. Ma amuza sa le ascult, unele sunt pline de viata, altele sunt frumoase si destepte, unele sunt doar destepte, altele sunt mai in varsta sau mai tinere. Dar am observat si lipsa de respect, inganfare, aere de superioritate, competitie, barfa in sensul urat, atac, rautate, etc. Cred ca daca ar fi sa aleg, as alege sa lucrez intr-un mediu mixt sau preponderent barbatesc.
Nu am reusit niciodata sa imi fac prea multe prietene, dar cele pe care le am, imi plac :).

Ca sa nu fiu inteleasa gresit, imi plac si restul, pe unele imi place sa le citesc, pe altele imi place sa le ascult, unele stiu mereu sa se imbrace frumos, altele sunt foarte haioase, cu unele am lucrat extraordinar de bine, cu altele am impartasit multe pareri si experiente asemanatoare. Si cu toate astea, nu pot sa le numesc prietene din mai multe motive - ori nu am reusit (facut efortul) sa le cunosc mai bine, ori si-au aratat si latura negativa cu care nu am reusit sa fiu de acord.

Various

I-am dat unui prieten sa asculte balada lui Ciprian Porumbescu. A spus ca e atat de trista incat i-au dat lacrimile.

Vin Pastele, in curand.. .

Cred ca m-a apucat astenia de primavara... desi pe afara tot a iarna miroase inca. Desi in gradina am si narcise inflorite, si zambile si branduse si mi-au inbobocit si lalelele si magnolia... e frig, mi-e frig.. pe dinauntru imi e frig, mi-a intrat frigul in oase. M-as baga sub plapuma si n-as mai iesi de acolo.. nici macar cand e soare... Cred ca m-a apucat astenia de primavara...
Nu simt asa in fiecare zi... in weekend imi place sa ma intind la soare ca o pisica. Si sa imi bag mainile goale in pamant, sa plantez, sa scot buruieni. Imi place sa simt pamantul in maini, desi ma murdaresc si imi intra sub unghii si dupa aia imi ia jumate de ora sa ma curat, nu conteaza, si imi usuca mainile chiar daca imi dau cu jumate de kg de crema, nu conteaza... nimic nu conteaza, mie imi place :).
Sotul ma cearta, imi tot zice sa imi pun manusi. Si cateodata ma intep in vreun spin si scot un scancet de durere si el atunci abia asteapta sa imi arunce o privire gen "vezi, ti-am spus eu sa-ti pui manusi!" dar eu ma incapatanez sa nu lucrez cu manusi in gradina.

Deanna e bucuroasa ca are tovaras de joaca: pe Buni. Eu sunt bucuroasa ca sunt luata in brate si pupata de 3 persoane, dintre care una e mama :). Sunt si eu din nou copil :).

About us

Another week is gone. I was looking forward to this particular end of the week for the simple reason that my mom is coming to visit us and she is arriving tomorrow, Saturday. I look forward to it and so is Deanna, excited to see her "buni" (granny).
Other half and Deanna picked me up from the station today as I arrived a bit later than usual. Dialogue in the car:
- How was your school today Deanna?
- Fine
- What did you do?
- Things, sticking, gluing, cutting... and so on.
- Do you know who's coming tomorrow?
- Buniiiiii
- Are you excited?
- Yes!
- But Buni is not speaking very much English.
- I know!
- Will you teach her?
- Yes! And she will teach me Romanian. And you have to teach me Romanian too because you live in Romania.
- I used to live in Romania, now I live here with you and daddy.
- Yes, but you used to live with Buni, in Romania. And daddy was living with Nana in London. I like Nana's house, but I like our house better. But I like to go and visit Nana sometimes.
- Yes, it's nice to visit Nana sometimes.
- Are we going to the airport tomorrow?
- Yes, Buni is coming by plane.
- I can't wait to see Buni, i'm so excited mommy!

I am excited too, to be honest. Haven't seen Mum since last Easter and she will be spending this year's Easter with us again. We'll be cooking traditional Easter food and dye eggs. Is going to be fun. I'm looking forward to tomorrow. This Sunday is Mother's Day here, another reason to be happy to have my mum around.

This evening Deanna wrote for the first time on a piece of paper "I love you" - something like that: I luv you. She also writes mommy and daddy - like that: Mumme, Dadde. She knows quite a few words now. She takes the sounds and transforms them in letters and words. I feel very proud of her, and I hope she feels proud of herself. At night time, when I am reading her bed time story she is starting to read the easy words with me. Sometimes we manage to read a whole paragraph together. I'm looking forward to the day when she will read her own stories. Or she will read stories to me at bed time.

Red Nose Day, Deanna, Friday

Azi in UK a avut loc actiunea "Red Nose Day - Do something funny for money", bani care se vor indrepta spre organizatii internationale de caritate, in special spre Africa.
Cu aceasta ocazie, la scoala ni s-a spus ca Vineri (adica azi) copii pot veni la scoala costumati in ce vor ei si cine vrea sa doneze cate £1. Ieri domnitza a fost saltata si dusa la cumparaturi sa isi aleaga "something funny" sa se imbrace, a ales Ben10. Cine e Ben10? habar nu am... la TV-ul de la mine de acasa nu ruleaza, nu l-am vazut niciodata, dar se pare ca e destul de popular la scoala, ca si High School Musical de altfel, despre care iar nu stiu nimic. Stiu doar ca fiimea vrea si geanta si sticla de apa cu High School Musical, desi ea n-a vazut filmul si nici nu o sa-l vada deocamdata :).

M-a intrebat sora-mea daca a mai crescut si i-am zis ca da, a crescut. Adevarul este ca nu observ mereu cand si cum creste, din cand in cand... ma uit la ea.. si e din ce in ce mai inatlta, mereu ma ia prin surprindere. Imi creste copilul (normal!), maine poimaine o sa ne certam pe chestii serioase de genul : la ce ora are voie sa vina acasa din oras sau de ce nu are voie sa iasa cu baiatul nu stiu care la un film....

A trecut prima saptamana de cand am inceput lucrul.

Se apropie si pe aici Ziua Mamei, sunt pline magazinele de reclame... parca nu iti vine sa mai sarbatoresti nimic cand vezi cum ti se baga toate prostiile pe gat, pe motiv de sarbatori gen Ziua Mamei, Ziua lui Valentin... le-au cam stricat tot farmecul. Dar stiu cu siguranta ca ma voi bucura foarte cand domnisoara mea imi va spune "Happy Mother's Day, mommy!".

Noutati de la Ministerul Sanatatii

Azi e innorat. Colegii lancezesc. Am cunoscut un coleg nou de la etajul 4 in lift cand mergeam impreuna la o tigara. E turc si e si el temp(orar), e aici de o luna si termina saptamana viitoare. Vrea sa isi deschida o firma impreuna cu un var. Bravo lui.
Tocmai am terminat pranzul, azi am vrut omleta si omleta am luat de la cantina de jos care practica niste preturi modice spre scumpe, dar e la indemana si nu trebuie sa iesi din cladire. Lenea asta...
Am de finalizat un buletin intern, dar nu am primit toate materialele, asa ca lancezesc si eu impreuna cu colegii mei.
Pe multi inca nu stiu cum ii cheama. Probabil nici nu voi afla pana plec. Pe altii ii cunosc deja foarte bine, dar numai de la telefon.. nu i-am vazut niciodata. Ei se plimba prin tara si inspecteaza ... spitale, bineinteles.
Cred ca toata lumea asteapta ziua de maine fiindca e vineri si e ultima din saptamana dar eu nu prea o astept ca maine e zi de completat o gramada de rapoarte pe care nu le pot incepe azi, numai maine. Si tot maine am de centralizat date care le primesc.. maine.

noutati

in ultimele zile ma dau drept angajata a Ministerului Sanatatii si invart hartii si dau telefoane dintr-un birou cu vedere la strada... vreo 5 saptamani de acum incolo...
Cateodata bate soarele in geamul care e langa biroul meu. E in plan deschis si eu sunt pe colt... sa pot scana tot biroul. Inca incerc sa ma prind ce vor ei de la mine... da' lasa ca ma prind eu pana la sfarsitul saptamnii.

Men never listen...

Men never listen

In a Chicago hospital, a gentleman had made several attempts to get into the men’s restroom, but it had always been occupied. A nurse noticed his predicament. ‘Sir,’ she said ‘You may use the ladies’ room if you promise not to touch any of the buttons on the wall.’

He did what he needed to, and as he sat there he noticed the buttons he had promised not to touch. Each button was identified by letters: WW , WA , PP, and a red one labeled ATR. Who would know if he touched them? He couldn’t resist. He pushed WW. Warm water was sprayed gently upon his bottom. ‘What a nice feeling,’ he thought. ‘Mens’ restrooms don’t have nice things like this.’

Anticipating greater pleasure, he pushed the WA button. Warm air replaced the warm water, gently drying his underside. When this stopped, he pushed the PP button. A large powder puff caressed his bottom adding a fragile scent of spring flowers to this unbelievable pleasure. The ladies’ restroom was more than a restroom; it is a tender, loving pleasure treat.

When the powder puff completed its pleasure, he couldn’t wait to push the ATR button which he knew would be supreme ecstasy.

Next thing he knew he opened his eyes. He was in a hospital bed, and a nurse was staring down at him. ‘What happened?’ he exclaimed. ‘The last thing I remember was pushing the ATR button.’ ‘The button ATR is an Automatic Tampon Remover. Your penis is under your pillow.’ MEN NEVER LISTEN

yesterday

Andrei Plesu

Despre munca si daune colaterale

Spring in my step

Branduse, ghiocei, soare si o plimbare luuuuuunga luuuunga - traseu greu, la picior cu un copil atasat si un prieten satul de joaca - Trafalgar Sq - Waterloo Bridge - Westminster Bridge - St James' Park - Green Park - Marble Arch - Hyde Park - cafea intre Hyde Park si Knightsbridge - si double decker bus spre casa. Nu ne-a luat decat vreo 5 ore care au inclus - joaca, dat in carusel (mary-go-round), mancat vata de zahar, alergat prin parc, dat in leagane, topogan si stiu cu sigurantza ca cel putin o persoana s-a bucurat extrem de iesire dupa o saptamana de vacanta in care a stat in casa pe motiv de tuse.

Divertisment sau cum iti ies peri albi cand aplici pentru un pasaport britanic

I don't really think this is real , but there we go:

This is apparently a real passport application letter!!

Don't you wish that you had written this? The last paragraph is the best of all.

Dear Minister,

I'm in the process of renewing my passport but I am a total loss to understand or believe the hoops I am being asked to jump through.

How is it that Bert Smith of T.V. Rentals Basingstoke has my address and telephone number and knows that I bought a satellite dish from them back in 1994, and yet, the Government is still asking me where I was born and on what date?

How come that nice West African immigrant chappy who comes round every Thursday night with his DVD rentals van can tell me every film or video I have had out since he started his business up eleven years ago, yet you still want me to remind you of my last three jobs, two of which were withcontractors working for the government?

How come the T.V. detector van can tell if my T.V. is on, what channel I am watching and whether I have paid my licence or not, and yet if I win the government run lottery they have no idea I have won or where I am and will keep the bloody money to themselves if I fail to claim in good time. Do you people do this by hand?

You have my birth date on numerous files you hold on me, including the one with all the income tax forms I've filed for the past 30-odd years.
It's on my health insurance card, my driver's licence, on the last four passports I've had, on all those stupid customs declaration forms I've had to fill out before being allowed off the planes and boats over the last 30 years, and all those insufferable census forms that are done every ten years and the electoral registration forms I have to complete, by law, every time our lords and masters are up for re-election.

Would somebody please take note, once and for all, I was born in Maidenhead on the 4th of March 1957, my mother's name is Mary, her maiden name was Reynolds, my father's name is Robert, and I'd be absolutely astounded if that ever changed between now and the day I die!

I apologise Minister. I'm obviously not myself this morning. But between you and me, I have simply had enough! You mail the application to my house, then you ask me for my address. What is going on? Do you have a gang of Neanderthals working there? Look at my damn picture. Do I look like Bin Laden? I don't want to activate the Fifth Reich for God's sake!
I just want to go and park my weary backside on a sunny, sandy beach for a couple of week's well-earned rest away from all this crap.

Well, I have to go now, because I have to go to back to Salisbury and get another copy of my birth certificate because you lost the last one. AND to the tune of 60 quid! What a racket THAT is!! Would it be so complicated to have all the services in the same spot to assist in the issuance of a new passport the same day? But nooooo, that'd be too damn easy and maybe make sense. You'd rather have us running all over the place like chickens with our heads cut off, then find some tosser to confirm that it's really me on the goddamn picture - you know... the one where we're not allowed to smile in case we look as if we are enjoying the process!

Hey, you know why we can't smile? 'Cause we're totally jacked off!


I served in the armed forces for more than 25 years including over ten years at the Ministry of Defence in London . I have had security clearances which allowed me to sit in the Cabinet Office, five seats away from the Prime Minister while he was being briefed on the first Gulf War and I have been doing volunteer work for the British Red Cross ever since I left the Services. However, I have to get someone 'important' to verify who I am -- you know, someone like my doctor... who, before he got his medical degree 6 months ago WAS LIVING IN PAKISTAN...

Yours sincerely,

An Irate British Citizen.

Zapada in UK

De ieri pana azi a nins in UK.

Partea proasta: n-au mers trenurile, n-au mers metrourile, n-au mers autostrazile, lume acare a calatorit aseara mai tarziu cu trenul si-a cam petrecut noapte ain tren, legatura sud-est Uk - Londra a fost practic intrerupta.

Partea buna: n-au mers trenurile, metrourile si nici autostrazile, deci cam nimeni din zona asta care lucreaza in Londra nu a ajuns la munca, inclusiv co barbatamiu, care la 7.20 era inapoi acasa cu un zambet pana la urechi, ca sta acasa in zi de lucru pe motive de zapada.

Cum nu s-a intamplat de multi ani, zapada care a cazut s-a si asternut. Cam asa:


Deanna s-a trezit foarte devreme sa aiba timp sa iasa la joaca cu zapada inainte sa mersga la scoala, deci spalat si imbracat pe fuga, mancat si mai pe fuga si a prins si jumate de ora de joaca in zapada.

Ieri dupamasa am fost la un supermarket sa cumparam cate ceva, deja ningea de vreo 2 ore si se asternuse un pic, dar eu nu mi-am facut mari planuri fiindca m-am gandit ca o sa se intample cum sa intamplat pana acum, odata ninsoarea oprita, zapada se topeste in maxim o ora. Deanna ochise un teanc de sanii de plastic pe care le scosesera tantile din depozit si ma cam tragea de maneca sa-i iau si ei una dar eu nu si nu pentru ca pana ajungeam acasa, nu mai era zapada...

Ei bine, zapada s-a tot asternut, a nins aproape incontinuu, asa ca pe la miezul noptii aveam deja vreo 2-3 cm de zapada. Si fiindca aveam barbat la indemana sa duc copil la scoala, am zis dupa scoala mergem si luam sania aia sa facem supriza la copil cand termina orele si mergem sa o luam. Zis si facut, plecat la magazin, luat sanie, facut alte cumparaturi prin alte magazine, venit acasa, facut una alta prin casa pana s-a facut 2.45 si a sosit vremea sa mergem sa luam pitic de la scoala. Am pus sania in portbagaj si dusi am fost.
Acuma urmeaza reclama la mastercard:
sanie rosie de plastic £3
Fatza lui fiimea cand a vazut-o - de ne pretuit :))

Si am inceput sa facem cu randul la datul cu sania de pe delusorul de la capatul terenului de fotbal de la scoala.
si a urmat:

















Si cand in sfarsit am fost deajuns de obositi si inghetati si uzi incat sa ne dam batuti, ne-am urcat in masina si am venit acasa. Acasa a urma o runda scurta de ciocolata calda si haine uscate, dupa care am dat atacul in gradina, unde ne-am apucat de facut oameni de zapada:









Si uite asa ne-am bucurat noi de zapada intr-o zi cat se bucura altii intr-o iarna intreaga :).
Aici sunt copii car en-au mai vazut zapada pana acum. Anul trecut in aprilie a nins jumate de zi si pana seara se topise toata zapada...

Acum Deanna doarme de vreo ora, a plecat la somn dupa ce ne-a imbratisat si pupat si pe mine si pe taicasu, cu obraji rozalii si un zambet mare si ne-a declarat ca asta a fost una dintre cele mai faine zile din viata ei... EVER! :)
I-am spus sa fie pregatita ca pana maine zapada nu o sa mai fie zapada (asa au zis cei de la stiri) si replica a fost - "We can't change the weather, only God can do it, but I had lots of fun today!"

Fairy Tales

- Mommy, do I have a Fairy Godmother?
- Maybe you do, who knows...
- I wish I had a Fairy Godmother.. I would like to be Cinderella.
- Ok
- But who is going to be my prince?
- I guess you can choose whoever you want...
- I want you to be my Prince!
- I can't be your prince, I'm your mommy.
- I will ask my Fairy Godmother to make me me a Princess and make you my Prince!

What goes through your mind when someone says "let's go for a drink!"