Haven't made any personal pictures lately. But today I did finish part 1 of my new pet-project: The CSI Nick's Hair Timeline.

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Told ya it was a blizzard...





I tried to capture it in a movie, but haven't figured my camera out yet. Notice the hopefull people at the busstop (first picture). It's fun betting money on how long they will wait *g*.

More Snow!









No busservice: No work;-)

Snow!









Taken early this morning. This evening there was a huge blizzard (not kidding) and it's not even funny how much snow there is now. Not sure if I will be able to get to work tomorrow...

Fear no more:
now I can get rid of my aggression at home:

Tadaah:



Good teeth, again I impressed the dentist.
Even beneath the over twenty year-old fillings everything is okay:-)

Diner at Mr.Wok for my birthday


Rianne and her starter (I think it was pork with Japanese Soy-sauce)


Jan and his starter: Jumbo Shrimp


I tried sushi...


Waiting for action... (and food)


Spectaculair cooking-style (now why didn't I get these fireworks?)


Mom made her own dessert...


And so did Hans;-)

Good food, good company: we had a great time!

Bye bye old shoes, you served me well.





Sigh. :'-(

A beautiful day
Unexpected snow this morning (that is what happens when you don't pay attention to the weatherreports;) but it didn't have any effect on my journey to The Hague. I had a beautiful sunny view from the train. Well, no too much sun, but a gorgeous cloudy sky, that made me sigh.










I also took a picture of one of my favorite aspects of the tram in The Hague: riding through the grass!

Officialy we celebrate Sinterklaas' birthday on the 5th of december. But since Sunday is a more convenient day to get together, we handed out presents today. (FYI Saint Nick is what we like to call the original Santa Clause. He doesn't just deliver presents, but he writes poetry and occasionally makes surprise-gifts to memorate special events that happened to people in the past year) For the first time in years no-one was travelling the world in december, so we all went to mom's house today to have a party. Here are the pictures.

First some of the surprise gifts before unwrapping:


A waterpipe for Rianne to remind her of the trip she made to in Turkey with Hans;-)



A library full of important dutch writers (Nederbieb) for Gayleen, 'cause she wants to catch up with our literature.



A Big Apple for Hans, since he's planning to finish his study (artificial intelligence) on an internship in New York next May.


And some pictures of the collection of presents Sinterklaas b(r)ought us this year:


We wonder what's under the sheets? From left to right: Gayleen, Jaap, Rianne, Judith and Hans



Tadaah: loads and loads of presents! ('Cause we all behaved so very well this year;-)
Can we start the unwrapping now, mom?


Let the fun begin...


Gayleen reads Saint Nick's poem about dutch literature



Jaap tries to figure out how to use his safari-survival spray (surprisegift to remind him about his trip to Tanzania and Kenya, where the animals came too close to take a good picture (how dissapointing is that?;-)


Gayleen asked for a funky hat, this is the surprise version, inside Sint hid an adorable one.



A suprise cuddly animal for me, filled with lots of presents! (So I got to kill it, woohoo:)



Jaap and Gayleen are looking for a new house, Sint made them a one out of candy.



Rianne got a surprise graduation cap for her succes in university this year.



Mom had a lot of trouble finding a save parkingspot for her regular bike, so she got a foldable easy travel bike, that she can carry with her.


Sint hid the present under the bike.


Hans taking a bite out of the Big Apple, inside was a book 'not for tourists' about New York.


We had a great time: thanks a lot Sinterklaas!

Yesterday I came back from my very satisfying trip to London. I wrote about it in my LiveJournal, here I'll post the pictures of my brand new funky shoes, so you can admire the pretty:

Getting ready for my trip to London: three days of theatre and shopping bliss (my poor wallet;) I already have a ticket for Richard II with Kevin Spacey in The Old Vic on Saturday, hopefully I'll be able to go to another play (or -gasp- musical:) I'm also in the mood for shoeshopping, so look out Camden, here I come!
I'll be back SundayNight to tell you all about it...

Dear Hormones,
I thought we had a deal: you got to do whatever you want without chemical intervention, but you had to stick to a predictable schedule: a week of this, a week of that, a week of blah and a week of relaxing. A tight regime of 28 days, filled with misery, mayhem and moments of quiet consideration. So every now and then it was 27 or even 26 days, I didn't complain about that, but 21? WTF? That is NOT acceptable! This way I don't get my well deserved week of rest, damn it! Next month I expect you to be back on the four week schedule, thank you very much. :-(

Sunday today, so of course I watched God-tv: not a joke: a real channel "Broadcasting from the Holy Land to the ends of the earth" unbelievable. Never seen it before and I have my doubts about their message: there is some heavy advertising for the Godshop. I always thought it was a sin to shop on Sundays. (At least that's how some of my relatives look at it, I don't think they are even allowed to watch tv on Sundays...) Creepy stuff.

This made me giggle. Love the SHMAG*g* (Warning: CSI S6 possible spoilers)

After much antici....pation, I managed to dl recorded the first episode of CSI Season 6. Watched it together with a big box of chocolate-truffels. Sigh. Will hopefully be able to write a coherent review soon. Since I don't wanna spoil the poor sods that have to wait for some tv-network to show it, I will put my opinion behind a cut in my life journal.
For now I'm gonna catch up on fanfiction:-)

Yesterday evening I came home late and exhausted, after some sort of training at work (how to be nice to customers, very useful;) and missing the bus and spending an hour on a chilly busstation waiting for the next one. My mood didn't improve when I found a bike parked in the hallway , blocking the entrance to the storage area (where people are supposed to park their bikes). This time the smart owner (...) connected the bike to the bannister, so I couldn't move it out of the way.
So instead I used my lock on the frontwheel, after I finally managed to reach my shack.
(In my defence: this wasn't the first time I had trouble getting through the door and it's not like I didn't try to explain a hundred times before why it's a stupid place to park a bike.)

This morning I pinned a note to the saddle explaining my action and signed with my name and adress.

When I got home this evening the bike was gone and upstairs, on my doormat I found my lock and a note saying:

'Here's your lock back
if you use it again,
I will be in your 'gakup'

(Couldn't really read the last word)

The message was signed with 'Whiner'. (What a strange way to describe yourself *g*)
(the online dictionairy tells me the right word is 'attitudinizer', but that sounds a bit posh;)

But now I'm wondering: where can I find my 'gakup' and where does whiner live?

(etiquette is a bitch)

I'm feeling a little down ('cause I had to cross Damon off of my potentials-list since he started smoking (again?):-( Hmmm, maybe this will help...

When Mom and I got home from The Machinist last night, we definatly needed something to make us feel better (good movie, very depressing). Luckily I turned on the tv just in time for our favourite Gilmore Girls moment. Garanteed to give us sweet dreams;-)

The CSI-fanficawards-polls are open; stayed up all night reading....