Giving a huuuuuuuuuuuge virtual high five to Tim, who today finished his 15 Million step challenge in less than three years! That’s a lot of steps!
Hello my friends!
Long time, no see – I know I’ve been flying under the radar for quite a while. Sorry for that.
Life has been busy and work is crazy right now. I am happy and settled in my new place. Well, at least settled if you can overlook the fact that I haven’t unpacked everything and the floors are not exactly finished yet. Considering the place where Paulchen is taking a nap right now, you could say I left some boxes just for him :D.
The move went quite well – the movers were on time, nothing broke and most importantly, it wasn’t me who had to schlep all that stuff down and up three floors. My mom and my sister came for my birthday and to help with some stuff. My sister practically badgered me into buying a dishwasher. Yeah, ok, she didn’t have much persuading to do, although I wouldn’t have bought one myself at this point in time.
Two weeks ago, my colleagues (I have the best!) went to Ikea with me to buy a dresser and a closet. I love Ikea, but they charge a small fortune if you want them to deliver your stuff. I am very glad that I have such nice colleagues who go shopping with me, drive me home and even help hauling it up to my flat. Now that she has seen my flat, my colleague is almost certain, that I moved into the old flat of another colleague. I knew that he lived in the same street (two of my colleagues actually), but she said that it looked exactly like his. He should be back from vacation soon, I am really curious to find out if it’s true.
I have also bought a new bike. The old one really wasn’t safe anymore – no functioning lighting, only one functioning brake (the front one) and I always had the nagging feeling that something else was gonna break any minute. The new one is great. But of course I had the chance to bike to work exactly once before it started raining. Every. Freaking. Day.
Two weeks ago I trial lessons in Krav Maga. I enjoyed it very much so I decided to continue. It is a hard training, but fun too. Being able to defend oneself never hurts, and I always wanted to be able to do something cool.
This little fellow is now living on my left leg:
In other news, my doctors have forgotten to tell me that I have Hashimoto’s thyroiditis. I have to say I was a little shocked – not that I had it, that didn’t surprise me that much, but that they simply forgot to tell me. It was mentioned at my last appointment, and I think she was more talking to herself. Apparently they have known since prescribing the thyroid medication, which has been quite a while ago. I hadn’t refilled my prescription and didn’t take it for about two weeks because the move and what not. If I had known that this is what’s wrong with my thyroid, I would have gone back sooner. I have another appointment in October to check the hormone levels and get the yearly ultrasound of my thyroid. I’m curious as to the result.
That is in short what happened lately. Nothing terribly exciting really.
What’s up with you guys?
Just a quick update so you know I wasn’t hit by a bus. Although I feel like it after laying laminate in my bedroom yesterday. All by myself. I was walking home reaaaaaaaally slowly. Surprisingly my back is ok today, but I feel it in my legs a lot.
I am currently packing the rest of my stuff. The movers will be here 8.30 tomorrow, and I can’t wait to get out. The last week hasn’t exactly been pleasant (mostly for me). That man is driving me insane. I don’t know if he is in denial, or if he really does not see the stuff like I do. More of that when I’m settled in. Or maybe not, because I will be so happy to be alone or will already have vented to my mother and sister who will be arriving around noon tomorrow. I will finally be able to close that chapter of my life and start a fresh 32nd year of my life on Wednesday. Ohh boy, I’m so excited!!!!!
With that it’s back to packing. How I hate that -.-
Sooooooo – I have the keys!!
I had a major crisis this week when I realised that it was less than three weeks before I move and I don’t even have all the floors in. I did not have the material, let alone someone to put it in. I decided that I want laminate – the living already has a laminate floor. There is a chain of stores that sells laminate, vinyl flooring, carpet and some other stuff – basically any kind of household fabrics and flooring. I looked on the internet and found one not that far away. There is a new one opening right next to my old place – on August 8th – but the old one wasn’t far away other. It’s only that that stupid store was already closed! I have to admit that I got a little mad. Maybe a lot. Thankfully, my colleague knew another one and took me there. Turns out it wasn’t so bad to reach with the train either, so I went there again today. Thankfully they are delivering the stuff too – that was part of the whole issue. I don’t have a car, so transportation is difficult. I could rent a car, but then I would need one that’s big enough, and I also would have to schlep (I love that this word is used in American English according to my dictionary ) all the stuff up to the third floor. Suddenly I realized that I have not enough male friends with cars…
Anyway, I got everything settled today: Laminate (a little darker than the one in the living room for the bedroom and the corridor and a stoney colour for the kitchen), footfall sound insulation, baseboard and clips for attaching it to the walls. And because everyone that it would be easy, I will lay it myself. Has anyone experience with that? I don’t have two left thumbs as we say in Germany when it comes to DIY stuff, but I have never laid floor. I’m a little nervous about it. But luckily both the bedroom and the kitchen have only four corners (the living room has 9!), I am hoping it won’t be too hard.
On Wednesday I checked out another store. Next to it was a store for fitness equipment. I was so fascinated by the spinning bikes. I wanted to know how much they cost (probably a fortune), but I didn’t want to go in, and you couldn’t see the price tags from outside. Anyway, I was inattentive, did not see a step and an unpleasant meeting with the pavement. There was no one around, so the embarrassment was minimal. Still, I think I sprained my ankle a little. Walking longer distances is a little unpleasant, as is taking the stairs. But it’s getting better, I don’t think I did any permanent damage. I hope.
I’ve started packing and sorting stuff out. Long-sleeved clothing and jackets are going to get packed away today – I don’t think I’ll be needing any of that in the next two weeks. It is so unbelievably hot (by German standards). Who would’ve thought that a person can sweat so much just sitting around. I still have way too many books, but I don’t know what to do with them.
The movers will be here at 8.30 on Monday 12th of August, and I hope everything will be done by noon. Considering the amount of furniture I am taking with me, it shouldn’t take too long. My ex still hasn’t asked his mother about the kitchen furniture. I don’t know what’s so difficult about that. When I told him the internet will be switched off, he was pissed too. What did he think, that I would live three weeks without it, just so he can play his stupid games? Keep calm Cookie, just two more weeks.
To the moving experts out there – do you have any tips for me? I could use some Minions. Have you seen Despicable Me 2? I love love love that movie. The minions are soooo cute! And the little girl with her fluffy unicorn too.
Life at the office has been crazy lately. Crazy like – you want to do something apart from working and sleeping? Forget about it! Actually, sleeping is overrated too.
Part of that is due to the “new” colleague (he started in April), who was supposed to help us but is producing more work than actually being helpful. I could go on for ages about him, but that would only make me angry, so I won’t. I’ve got a feeling it will not be my problem anymore soon, so I’ll just bide my time. My boss is on vacation for two weeks, so I hope it will be a little less stressful. Only four more weeks and I’ll be on vacation!! Two weeks and possibly one more in overtime.
I’ve been trying to make a meal plan for several months now and I failed miserably. I need some nice breakfast ideas – I can’t eat bread with cheese and cottage cheese (yes, it’s a very cheesy breakfast) for breakfast for the rest of my life. Cereal of any kind is not a great idea either, because if I start with that sugary stuff in the morning, I am hungry all day.
What I have been good at lately was tracking my food. I’ve noticed that too many calories come from sweets, even if I am under my calorie goal. And I’ve noticed that drinking a lot of coffee with milk adds up too (Duh!). This is the first time ever that I actually managed to track my food two weeks straight, without freaking out and stuffing myself silly within the first day. This might really help to find out where the real problems are (sweets?!) and be more conscious about what I put into my body.
In a fit of motivation, I decided to go to work by bike. Well, take it on the train with me in the morning and bike all the way back, which adds up to about 20k. Unfortunately my bike was left outside most of the winter, so the brakes are not exactly great. On my way back I wanted to have it repaired and was a little shocked when he told there was more work to be done than just the brakes and that it would cost about 180€ to 190€. I can buy a new bike for that. Why does this always happen when I finally find motivation to work out?! Well, it wouldn’t be a problem if I didn’t have to buy half a household next month, but I do. Apparently my sister wants to buy me one for my birthday, so I’ll wait until after the move. Actually, I think a bike is a little to expensive for a birthday present, but if she absolutely wants to…
Speaking of moving, next Thursday I’ll get the keys to my new flat!!! I am so excited! It’s going to be an expensive month though. New furniture, the moving itself. I need a raise
Only eight more weeks and I’ll be moving to my new place. I signed the contract on Wednesday and I am so excited! Can’t wait.
On Friday I got a call from the landlord because a neighbour had complained about the noise coming from our flat. I don’t know if I have mentioned it, but my ex plays computer games a lot. Actually, if he’s not working, grocery shopping or sleeping, he is playing computer games. Considering that he usually does not sleep more than six hours, works not more than six hours a day (I would say four out of seven days a week considering the time off he gets for working late and on weekends) plus the 30 minutes combined to get to and from work, I would say he averages game time of at least eight hours on a usual day. EVERY DAY! And that can be even more on weekends. Lots of that is going on at night. He is playing in a group and the communicate via headsets. It often gets quite agitated, and there is a lot of shouting going on – I do sleep with earplugs for a reason. Not surprisingly, our neighbour complained about the noise at night, because it wakes him up. The only thing that does surprise me is the fact, that it took two years for anyone to complain. The landlord (and the neighbour before her, as I found out later) talked to him about that – I am curious if that changes anything. It is absolutely inconsiderate to make so much noise in the middle of the night, and in the more than two years we’ve been living together, I have not found a way to get him to stop. If I told him to be quieter, it lasted about ten minutes before he forgot. It also seems that no-one ever told him that you just don’t ring the neighbour’s doorbell after ten on a weekday, especially if all the lights are out, unless it’s really really really important. He does, without even considering that they might be asleep because they have to work the next day. Well, enough about that.
Yesterday I was invited to a barbecue. I suspect my friend thinks I have to meet more people, because I only knew her and her boyfriend – whom I’ve met a week before for the first time. They made a suckling pig (which is called “Spanferkel” in German) and it was so delicious. We played a game called “Mölkky” which was fun but showed again that I totally suck at aiming. We also played “Jenga“, which I was a little more succesful at. The Saturday before that, when I met my friend’s boyfriend, we first played Trivial Pursuit and Tabu. The Trivial Pursuit game was a junior edition from 1990, and even there were quite a few questions I found rather hard. On the other hand, there were some really easy too. One question was: Who was president of the United States before George Bush. Since nobody thought about it, that the game was from 1990, we all thought the answer was Bill Clinton :D. It didn’t even occur to us that they could mean the other one.
I’ve been really bad lately with following and commenting on my regular blogs. I did not forget you! It’s been a little busy lately. There is lots of stuff going on at work, and there is a limit to the amount of time you can and should spend staring at words on a screen. I’ll try to be better. I hope I did not miss really important stuff. What I haven’t been good at either is the healthy eating and exercising. Can I get a little kick in the butt?
Now let’s see if I can get my butt up to do some chores. Have a nice Sunday!
Considering the amount of sitting I did in the last two weeks, I think I took five years off my life expectancy.
I very much enjoyed the training in London. A change of scenery is nice, and it’s actually pretty cool not having to worry about food and drink. I very much enjoyed the fruit and tea assortment. Also, I wasn’t bored during the presentation and felt that they really tried to help you if you had questions or didn’t quite understand what they were trying to say.
The flight back was an hour delayed due to the incident at Heathrow airport Friday morning. The British Airways website was a little indecisive at first – it alternated between 45 minutes and no delay at all. It took ages to find out which gate we were supposed to leave from. The announcement kept saying gate opens 16.15, but it didn’t tell which one. We waited, it was 16.15 but nothing changed. And according to the boarding pass, the gate would close at 16.40, so time was running out. Thankfully the gate was finally announced. About 25 minutes before the scheduled departure we were informed that there would be a delay, but they didn’t say how much.
I found Heathrow airport rather confusing. There were signs stating the way to gates 60 to 99. The next signs that came gave directions to gates 74 and above – no mention of 60 to 73. Apparently these don’t exist at all, so why write a sign with these numbers at all? This was just as puzzling as that sign at one of the hotel’s bathrooms:
Why anyone would think it more appropriate to put up a sign like that instead of turning the heat down is beyond me. But, if the prejudice is to be believed, we were lucky to have mixing taps at all. I have noticed that the English have quite a bad reputation in Germany. I wonder why, because all I’ve met (and I spent a year in England) have been exceptionally nice people. I think it might have to do with English tourists behaving rather badly outside their homes, because most people I heard make derogatory comments never met any English people in their “natural habitat” (sorry, but I can’t think of a better description).
I have also noticed that security is WAY stricter at Heathrow. Security in Hannover did not worry about my nasal spray, and nobody even blinked at the 150 ml hand cream (which I paid a fortune for) in my hand luggage. In Heathrow, I had to take off my belt, the nasal spray was put in a little plastic baggy and my hand cream was confiscated. Two of my colleagues had to take off their shoes, and they took apart the whole carry-on of one of them. At least I knew (though forgot) that there are restrictions of fluids of more than 100 ml in hand luggage – he didn’t even know that. But then again, he forgot to print out his plane ticket and didn’t even bring his laptop (people who travel from time to time get a laptop at work) to London. I find him a little weird to be honest.
So, how was you weekend?