For all my Missouri readers, tomorrow is Super Tuesday, so make sure you take your asses to the polls and vote! I don’t care who you vote for or your reason for doing so, but alot of people have sacrificed so that we have a right to participate in the democratic process! *Stepping off my soapbox*
I did not see a single solitary minute of the superbowl pre-game, during game, post-game activities. Know what else? I’m so content with that. lol
I have pictures to post! I know, it’s been a HOT minute since I posted pics on here. But Have no fear, They will be up manana at the latest.
I went to a party/seminar sunday evening, “14 ways to love yourself”. It was a nice gathering. I made some gift baskets for door prizes. I walked away with quite a few new contacts, had a good time, won a door prize (sometimes it pays to be the last one in) then brought my ass home.
One of my gf’s sent me an evite for a b-day party on the 9th IN houston. I’m a little pissed, I mea dayum can a sister get more 4 days notice?
ummmm…. I bought the New Kirk Franklin disc. I like it. He has a lot of head bobbing tracks on it. I’ve always been a big KF fan. To me his ministry of music is what my generation needs. My granddaddy being a Southern Baptist preacher, I’ve sat through my fair share of negro spirituals! Toe tapping hand clapping, yup alla that jazz. I have an appreciation for the old hymnals… but i have to be in a MOOD to hear them. Gospel music is in my top 3 music genres.
Girl…I am —>RIGHT HERE< --- with you on your thoughts about the Super Bowl. Say it with me: I.D.G.A. [flying] F bout no football!!! Didn’t that feel GrrEAT?!?!
Although I took a sick day, I will definitely get out later to vote. DH had a football gathering at the house Sunday and I stayed long enough to see A.licia Keys sing and made me a plate of food and took myself upstairs after that. I’m totally digging KF’s new CD. Looking forward to your FO.
Well, I only watched some of the first half and the last 2 minutes. Chile, THE WIRE was on and I was NOT going to miss it. I had to see Omar and I am glad I did – who knew he could fly!
I didn’t watch a single minute of the game. I never do unless I am invited to a Super Bowl Party. I wasn’t and I am fine with it.
I updated my blog (finally!) and I understand about the photos. It’s a lot of work if you ask me sometimes. Or maybe I just need to get off my tushie!
Two young Asian men and another slightly drunk German fellow take place opposite to an old guy. He wears eggshell-white trousers, grey windbreaker, a flat cap and pilot glasses.
Bottlebeerdrinking is considered a cool “must” in Berlin´s city trains, so the young German gets three bottles out of his bag, offers the fourth to the old man, who declines.
The young German sits now next to the old guy and translates for his Asian friends: “He doesn´t like alcool.”
“O, good, that´s why he is still healthy in his age.” The two try to be polite and raise their bottles for a Cheers.
A slight glance of disappointment in their eyes, one of the guys replies politely: “No. Both from Australia. My parents were Indian, and my friend was even born in India, but we never lived there.”
The old man listens with growing interest to the young man´s translation. Then the young man asks the old: “Are you on the way to the airport too? Where is your luggage?”
Old man shakes his head. “Nono, I ve no money to travel. I watch the planes. See them going to Africa and Asia. That makes me travel enough.”
“He says”, continues the young German fellow, “that he doesn´t have so much money like you people from Africa and Asia.”
Disappointment is now replaced by disbelief in their faces. “Tell him, we are Australian”, says the other one now, his voice slightly louder.
“My parents were poor”, the old man answers with that certain look of old people, right before they dive back into their past, “and both wars did not really make things better. You lucky fellows live in the longest time of peace we ever had. And you still nag about everything.”
The train stops in Schönefeld now. Everybody grabs his luggage. The German fellow translates for his friends again. “You should be lucky”, he says, “when he was in the war it was people who looked like you who he killed. He is an old Nazi. Look at him. He doesn´t like you.”
The young men stood up, almost synchronously, grabbed their luggage, and before they walked by the old man, one of them said with deepest disgust in his voice: “So tell him: We don´t like him either!”
Only then I noticed, that the two Australian travelers had nothing to do with their German translator. And that the poor old man with his eggshell-white trousers, grey windbreaker, a flat cap and pilot glasses unfortunately looked like Klaus Barbie…