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SUMMER TIME...and the living is easy..
So..My eldest daughter has finished her 10th year at school and will go on to do her A Levels after the summer holidays. We are both really proud of her..our little girly is all grown up.
I can´t believe how crap the weather has been..rain, rain and more rain..
Sunny ol Spain..here we come...
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I WANT TO TALK TO YOU !!
Thelo na sou miliso
Thelo na 'me mazi sou
ke na 'se apo kimiso
na 'me i anapnoi sou
etsi na me akouseis
min m'afiseis na figo
m'erota na me louseis
an erxosoun gia ligo
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An mou tilefonouses
Thanatos i foni sou
pou den ksexnao pote,
etsi pou me filouses
les ke imoun zoie sou
Sanapes allane
pnigome se pelagi
xeri sou pia den ftano
toso megala lathi
ma mesa sou ta xano
Thelo etho na meno
pou se exo agapisei
oute katalaveno
an exoume xorisei
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An mou tilefonouses
Thanatos i foni sou
pou den ksexnao pote,
etsi pou me filouses
les ke imoun zoie sou
Sanapes allane
An mou tilefonouses
Thanatos i foni sou
pou den ksexnao pote,
etsi pou me filouses
les ke imoun zoie sou
An mou tilefonouses....An mou tilefonouses...
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SHOCK AND HORROR.
My Hubby took the Kids to the Art and Craft Market on th Rhine..as usual..he allowed the kids to choose something they wanted. I expected Jamie to come home with Earrings..and Jodie ..hmm..maybe a rock T.shirt..or something to do with wolves or gemstones.
As I guessed..Jamie had little silver earrings..just went to show how well I know our "Jimmy"..
You can just imagine the shock and horror I felt when I saw what Jodie had been allowed to buy herself. A raccoon Fur. with little holes where the ears had been cut out. I was totally gobsmacked..Even more when Jörg said.."what's the problem..the farmers shoot them anyway" I freaked out...I told him that it was against my principles..and I don't ask much from him..but this time I asked him to respect my principles..and made him promise NEVER EVER to buy our children a fur of any kind other than sheepskin.
I then asked Jodie to watch a video that PETA show..where Raccoons are kept in captivity..and then stripped of their fur while they are still alive..even after the skinning..the animal lived....only to be thrown in a big bucket..to be fed to other animals. This is the typical procedure in China who supply most of the world with those kind of furs.
I then offered my daughter the 19 Euro she paid for it..after telling her..that the animal had suffered all that pain..fur the sum of 19 Euro. Even after watching the video..with tears in her eyes..she said no..promised..never ever to buy another fur..but..since it had been paid for..the animal shouldn´t have died for nothing..and she wanted to keep the fur.
What can I say.. I am devasted..I spent half of my life..fighting for animal, child and enviroment protection..
That my own child should show an interest in such things has really made me feel sad..that my husband..allowed it to happen without thinking about the consequences..even sadder..
WHERE DID I GO WRONG?
All I can do is hope that it never happens again. 
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MAINZ MARATHON PROJEKT 2008
At last, my Marathon Project is online. PLEASE CLICK ON THE LINK TO SEE ALL THE INFORMATION. BITTE CLICK AUF DER LINK UM ZU SEHEN FUR WAS UND FUR WEM ICH LAUFE.
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BUM BANDITS DO NOT RULE..OK!!!
Good news for the music scene. Dieter Bohlens bumchum has finally been kicked out of DSDS. It took bloody long enough..the little twat can't sing, looks like a midget..speaks like a two bit tramp..und only got as far as he did because he was Dieters little boytoy. I think Linda will win..but..I prefer Ranias voice..she doesn't reach all the notes..but..her voice has got depth..and she's had a real hard time going against the Big Boss and his bumbandit friend Benni. Yeahhhh..wonder what the papers are going to say about poor lil ol Benni Boy 
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PRINCE CHARMING... A HERO?
I THINK NOT!!!
Pince Harry is back..The new national hero is now everybody's darling. He is back, talking about what a "fantastic time" he had in the Real Army playing at being a soldier..As if his life was really in danger.. And the worst thing is about this story are the comments made about how proud his mummy would have been.
PROUD? WTF? His Mummy would be horrified. She was always against war and fighting..spent half of her short life protesting against the use of landmines. She would turn in her grave if she knew what her little Harry was doing. It is an insult to all the REAL SOLDIERS fighting for their lives in a place far more dangerous than Harry could everdream about. ..At least..his little escapade will give him something to talk about down at the pub while getting pissed up on booze. PRINCE HARRY... THE HERO? I THINK NOT!! 
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ENDLICH OPERATION TAG
At last, the operation took place. Jörg was at home yesterday evening but had to wake up at 4am so he could be in the clinic at 6:30. I finally got the doctor on the phone at 2:30pm. Jorg's operation finished about 1pm. Everything has gone well..I don't have any details yet apart from the fact that so far everything has gone according to plan. I shall go and visit him tomorrow afternoon..then I can let you all know where he is and how he's doing.
Also.. Operation hat Heute Morgen statt gefunden. Endlich..das schlimmst ist überstanden..schön klar das uns schwerige Zeiten noch vor steht... Ich gehe erst morgen Jörg besuchen..dann kann ich noch mehr dazu schreiben können.
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WEG, WEG UND ICH BIN WIEDER ALLEIN
Jörg is back in the clinic. W e knew this was going to happen..but it doesn't make it any easier. He has had a lot of tests done today and will have more done tomorrow so that they can do the operation on Thursday. Valentines Day ♥ The first time I will be alone on Valentines day for 16 years. I miss him already. I think this is the first time I have noticed the kids suffering..mainly Jamie-Lee..she' now getting older und realises that when daddy goes..she won't be seeing him for a while. This is the first time that she's cried. She understands a lot more than we think.. So..everybody..Jörg is in Gebaude 505 room 303. There is no point going there til the weekend because he will be too weak to see anybody apart from me at first. Aa always..have patience..don't phone me..I will make sure to keep in touch with everyone via myblog or wer-kennt-wenn.
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BORN BEFORE 1980
This text is for everybody born before 1980. We were heroes!!
It's ACTUALLY SUPRISING THAT SO MANY OF US ARE STILL ALIVE. . WE ARE HEROES!!
We kids sat in cars without seatbelts or airbags. Our beds were covered in our drawings using crayons full of Iron and Cadmium. We were able to open bleach, chemical and medicine bottles from the local chemist without any difficulty. Doors and drawers were a big risk for our little fingers. Bikes were ridden without helmets and water was drunk from taps, puddles and streams..everywhere except out of waterbottles..
We built towers made of crates..then had races to see who reached the top first. We discovered bends and curves in roads just before realising that the brakes hadn't been put on the go-carts.
We went out to play early in the mornings..spent all day outside..remembering to go home just before the street lamps went on. Nobody knew where we were..and no-noe had a mobilephone with them.
We cut ourselves, broke some bones..but nobody sued anybody else..nobody blamed or charged parents for letting their kids run around. We had fights, beat each other black and blue, kicked ass or got our ass kicked..went home only to hear from the parents "tough luck.. that's life kiddo"And that was the end of it..interest was quickly turned back to the oven or TV.
We ate all kinds of unhealthy food. Bread with drippings, fish and chips, leftovers.Campbell soup and enough bake beans to create our own gas bombs. No-one complained about weight problems.
We got drunk on cider..sharing bottles and fag butts which had been fished out of mum or dads ashtray..no-one died of alcoholismus.or diseases coming from sharing.
We didn't have playstations or pcs, gameboys or Nintedo, never mind 264 TV channels to watch..no CD players, Internet Chatrooms..memberships for sportclubs or fitness centers.
WE HAD FRIENDS!!!
We just went out..met eachother, went to each others houses sometimes not even needing to ring the doorbell..the door was always open to friends..with or without permission from the parents. Nobody was taken or collected. How was that possible?
We played games using sticks as guns..tennisballs for catching..we ate worms..proving that our parents lied when they said the worms would carry on living in our stomachs.
Only the best players were allowed to be in the football teams roaming around the streets. If you weren't good enough..tough luck..no-one cared..you had to deal with it.
Bikes were put together or repaired by each other..
School?..haha school..somekids scraped through their exams..some failed or had to sit another year without any emotional Parent-teacher meetings..or involvement from the Government.
If you were caught being bad..you dealt with the consequences..did the crime-paid the time ..Parents were often of the same opinion as the cops..sometimes dragging you down to the police station to spend 4 hours in a police cell.
Our generation was full of inovators and problem solvers, we took risks, had freedom to learn how to deal with life..and WE LEARNED!!!
This was my generation-your generation..congratulations..WE SURVIVED...WE ARE HEREOS..
And all of you chicken shits..born after 1980..what about you? Can you say the same?...  Nooo...didn't think so.
Original text was in German (Authur unknown to me)..I have tried to translate it as well as possible
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