A tired day

Today, Marina and me are quite tired. Marina was just awake in the early morning and had some difficulties to fall asleep again. I had no problems to be asleep all night long but unfortunately my alarm-clock rang at 4.55 am and tore me away from some nice dreams - I dreamt of some nice young (yet unknown) men I cuddled up with and moreover I dreamt of a dainty salad cup Marina, Steffi and me often buy in the noon break at work. This cup is only available at ALDI, not in other supermarkets. The content of the box are: green salad, pieces of carrots, red salad, cheese, bacon, crunchies, two or three tomatos and yoghurt as a dressing. Yesterday Marina was quite disappointed because she only had two little tomatos in the box, normally there can be found three ones. The tomatos are so little that you can pick them in your mouth in ONE piece, nevertheless Marina likes to cut the little vegetables in further little pieces. The only problem is: The knives are often blunt, so it might become quite difficult for Marina to cut them. Then she starts to bluster with words like these:

• "Fuck!"
• "Don't rebuff - you just want it, too!"
• "The knives are fucking blunt!"

She explained to me that she cuts the little tomatos to mix it up with the rest of her salad and she likes it when she tastes a piece of tomato rather surprisingly between the taste of salad, crunchies and cheese with bacon ;o). The crunchies are made of very keen little pieces of bread and she says this is cult for her!

Back to the men in my dream!! One of them - I did not cuddle them simultaneously, haha! - told me that I should not get up because I have been sleeping so fine but nevertheless I had to ignore his voice and get up. This was really frustrating!! My stuffed animals were frustrated, too, only Slayer was very vivid and friendly in his cage.

This night my mini mountain gorilla Egbert had a visitor - one of his best friends. His name is Skippy Scorpion. Egbert's other best buddy Oliver Oppossum wanted to come, too, but unfortunately he is ill :o(. When Egbert, Oliver and Skippy had already gone to school one year ago, Skippy was always afraid to jump from the 3-meter-platform in the indoor swimming pool! Egbert was very kind and helped him: He crawled Skippy beyond his stinger, so Skippy made a little hop into the water - so the problem was solved ;o).

Last night I had to be very careful because Skippy of course slept in my bed like the other stuffed animals and Sammy (the older sister of Egbert with her red hair ribbon) was angry because Skippy nibbled at her cheese cake. I think Skippy is the first scorpion who eats cheese cake ;o).

In the summer of 2008, Egbert was traumatized for a short time because when he took a walk with Sammy down the street, the toad named Krimhilde Kroetenwutz bumped into him and skipped on as if nothing has happened. A few days later Krimhilde appeared once again and Sammy blustered at her because Egbert had a little trauma - he always kept on saying: "I have a trauma - Krimhilde Kroetenwutz bumped into me!" - and so Krimhilde said sorry to Egbert, so his trauma was delivered.

This morning everyone of us was really tired and we are still so. A few hours ago Marina yawned at me several times ;o). Now I think she has got something to read to get vivid, haha!

Only one hour ago Crazy Frog visited me to sign her application documents we will send in her name to an employer. She brought us some chocolate and this is really nice of her but nevertheless she is quite funny with her behaviour and some things she says. I often had to try hard to stay serious but fortunately it fitted. The other fortune was that Marina was out of the office to buy some things for our noon break. If I had seen her face in this moment, I'm quite sure and I would have laughed out loudly. Today Crazy Frog did not want to have some medium mineral water and the raisins in her head obviously were peaceful, too...before Crazy Frog entered the room, I had listened to the new Slayer album on youtube but at the beginning of "World Painted Blood" the Frog knocked at my door, so I just had to close youtube because I didn't want to shock her with some Slayer thrash ;o). A few minutes ago before I started to listen to Slayer, I had listened to her hymn: "Axel F.", performed by the original Crazy Frog, haha!

Marina and me - her mine and my mine ;o)

Marina and me divided our colleagues in those who are hers and mine. Marina always says "my Steffi" but because I am an extravagant 36-year-old girl I say about two of my male colleagues that they are mine: I always say "my Zeno" (at the moment on holiday in India) and "my Thomas", so we have different definitions of "mine" ;o). At the moment she's writing a horny e-mail to my Thomas but I think her "lust" will change again in a few minutes, hihi.

I was born in the zodiac sign Taurus and girls like well-shaped things and men ;o). Nevertheless it's a rumour that Taurus girls always linger at the exits of boxing or fitness studios and other muscle palaces, haha!

Last Friday, just in time to my birthday, my author's copies of my new book "Dark Horror Stories" finally arrived. I must say that I still like it after reading it and this is not self-evident for some artists. I'm quite sure that Renate will not read my stories after sundown because especially my horror stories are so obscure to her that she only reads it during daylight. Beside the obscure and gloomy things there are also some horny scenes, hehe.

Birthday flowers

Photo: (c) Heike, Pixelio

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On Saturday, 1st May, I celebrated my 36th birthday, together with my friends Uli, Renate, Marina and Steffi. At first, we stayed in my flat, drank some coffee or medium mineral water (I had bought that especially for Marina and Steffi, they could be as drunken as Crazy Frog, haha) and were as always very funny. My hamster Slayer were asleep most of the time but nevertheless he did not hole up in his little cot, he lied in his straw so he could realize anything that happened around him ;o). Slayer is a very curious little animal.

I was pleased to get some nice gifts like, for example, the book "Sorry, we missed the runway - strange things out of the cockpit", spoons and forks, a tall cup with a fitting saucer, an ashtray, some fruity baby food (though I'm just 36 I still like that, as Marina and Steffi know very well) and a DVD from Metallica but unfortunately the DVD did not run on my player. I have to find out whether it has to do with the DVD or with my player :o(.

In the early evening, we went to a restaurant only a few hundred meters away from my home. Of course she took some fotos of us, my stuffed animals, my South Park mirror with Kenny, flowers, the outside of the restaurant and so on and so on. It was the first time we saw a black tulip in a front garden in my street! Of course, Marina took a picture of that black tulip, too! She also took a picture of Steffi pointing at violet tulips because their colour fitted very well to Steffi's vest. Especially Marina, Steffi and me are used to point at several things, mostly pineapples, of course ;o)).

In the restaurant, my girls ate asparagus in different variations. I like asparagus, too, but my mom had told me that she will do it for me the next day (my parents don't like asparagus), so I did not want to eat the evening before, too. Therefore, I chose some Cordon Bleu (steak filled with cheese and ham), French fries and vegetables. As expected, Marina sometimes talked to her meal but this is not unusual for us - I sometimes talk to my meals, too, I talk to my stuffed animals and so on and so on ;o). Renate gave me another stuffed animal as a present and I call the grey, smiling mouse Friedhelm, though my parents think that this name is quite crackbrained.

The restaurant we visited is not far away from the Southwest Cemetery. Steffi told me that her grandpa is buried there - fortunately there was no funeral ceremony Steffi could make love at, hehe. In Germany, the 1st May is public holiday, so at this day no funerals take place at all and even on Saturday it's quite rare that there are any burials. Funerals normally take place between Monday and Friday, mostly in the morning or short before noon.