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For the last 2 and a half months I have been growing a garden consist of potatoes, cabbages, carrots, onion, scallions, bell peppers, prune, orange, pear, mango, tomatoes, and watermelons. It is interested to go out there literally everyday and see growths. The mango, pear, carrots, bell peppers, and tomatoes were the first thing I planted two and a half months ago and the carrots are growing like wild bushes. The pear and mango are not showing out of the dirt as yet. The bell peppers and tomatoes just shoot out last week since it was pretty hot here, now it is cold and rainy again.

I planted the scallions and cabbage three weeks ago and they both started to grow with the quickness. The onions I planted a few days ago, so far nothing. Watermelons were planted two weeks ago and so far nothing. Yesterday I planted the prune seed. The orange amaze me how it grows after one week. The potatoes are my favorite they are growing bigger each day. My only problem will be that all my vegetable will be small due to me being cheap on the soil. I have two bags left and still put only a little bit of dirt in the container. My husband laughs at me how they all are going to be miniature. I said oh well this is my little experiment to see what can grow and what cannot. Next year I will know what to do and what not to do, lol. I have post a picture of my little project of the things that are growing so far.

Oh ya, everything was grown from seeds and I only water everything once a week. That is all the water it need since the bottom will eventually holds the water. Thank goodness for the law of gravity.

Today John and I decided to go swimming since the fitness center was closed. On our way walking to the bath house I saw a nun. I at first thought that she was Amish because she dresses like an Amish lady from head to toe. John explained to me that she is a sister that dress uniform is black and grey. Keep my eyes open because I will see as he calls it the pink penguins. Meaning there are nuns that wear white and pink. So I went up to the nun to ask her, just to confirm that she was a sister, and of course she said yes. I was pleasantly please.

I once wanted to become a nun. I was very spiritual back in the days, but when I have learn once I begin studying to become a nun that I could not have sex…I said forget it. I love to have sex. Therefore, I left that idea behind. I sometime think about the different path of life I would have played out if I took them. How different my life would be today.

On another note today is a German holiday for the workers. Mostly all stores were close today and many restaurants. Today was also Esslingen 15 years anniversary of Flohmarkt (second hand sales) for miles and mile in the city center (stadtmitte). We did not find anything of interest. We walked back home eating an ice cream cone and stopped by the bakery. We bought a few rolls and ate my first slice of onion cake. It was delicious. It is called Zwiebelkuchen a Swabish traditional desert, but to me it felt like lunch, lol.

Last weekend my husband and I went over a few quotes. As usual we were bumping heads. We are just too much alike and too stubborn at times. We both know what will work; however, I know a little bit more about the products then he does. He knows about the profits, taxes, import, export, and etc. I know about fashion, beauty, and what is going on in the world. We both yell it out then laugh it out. We contacted a few suppliers in which we are interested. It was just team work. All this took more than 4 hours. I really enjoyed this. Normally I would do all the work by myself and via email him the information and he would via email me the info back. Yes, strange since we live together, but this is the best way of not bumping head so much. That is why this weekend was nice since we actually sat down together in our home office and look over my spread sheets and etc. Later we took a break from business and went downtown Stuttgart to enjoy the beautiful weather, shopping, eating, and strolling along with a tasty ice cream cone like big kids.

When we came back home we was looking at pictures that we took earlier. I have a new Nikon 90 camera and it is really cool. It is like a miniature professional camera like John has. He has the professional Canon D90, I think that I am afraid to touch. I am highly clumsy and I hate to hear is mouth if I accidentally break his expensive toy, lol. So he bought me mines almost two month ago. Well when we were reviewing the photos. My husband in a way complimented me. He said that I look more and more beautiful as I get older. I was not for sure how to take that, so I just laughed and said thank you I think, lol.

Yesterday I went for a walk to handle some business. I was out the house for over 2 hours. I am always proud when I do things on my own here. In America I am very independent and here I am handicap since my Deutsch is kindergartenish. On my way walking I took some pictures of wine yards, building structures, and monument. I am a very strange person. I find the beauty in things that many people over look. I love old factories, statues, sculpting, and structures of homes and buildings. I think they are pleasantly beautiful. I walked and walked that I end up In Mettinger, a neighboring city. When I seen that I walked too far, I told myself I better head back home. On the way home I stop at a little corner store and a little old lady just walk in front of me and a guy in line and set her things on the belt. The guy look at me like can you believe this. I just look at him and smile. I am sure the little old lady knew what she done but of course used her age to get by, lol. I grabbed a liverwurst sandwich for the walk home from the baker. Now this is not normal of me. I am not a believer of eating and walking on the street if it is not an ice cream cone. Living here in Germany this is normal and I am slowly getting accustom to some of the norms here that I would call abnormal!

This is a post I wrote in my notebook when I did not have internet connection a month ago:

I cannot stand when a person takes advantage of another person; especially when that person is helping them to get on their feet. Some people say one thing and do something else and I guess forget what they said earlier. For example: a person said to me that they never had a credit card in their life because they believe if they do not have it then they should not get it or buy the items. I totally agree with this when she, Haras, stated this. But then later when we went to a discount store she continue complaining that she does not have her wallet and how she left it at my mother house. I told her she should always take along some money with here where ever she goes because she never knows when she will be in need to buy something or even to get home. Anything can happen. She replied, “Yes, I know. I normally take my wallet with me but it is so heavy in my pocket that I left it at the house.” So I told her, “Well you now know where this store is located when you’re in the mood come back.” Later I found out that she is conning my mother to buy the products for her. I was frustrated…why is she asked my mother to buy these products when she can buy it herself. She recently got paid and can come back later anytime! So my mother asked me to pay since she did not carry enough on her. I wanted to yelled and tell my mother, “No, I am not responsible for Haras, I am only responsible for you”! But this is my mother so I did what she asks me but I was so furious. My mother even mention…”are you mad”. I told her of course, you know how I feel about helping out people who are supposed to help themselves. What I just purchase for Haras is a want it is not a need. For a person who used to be homeless they rather spend money on wants? I want back my money as soon as I reach back to the house! When we all arrived in the house I waited patiencely cussing in my head…and Haras gave me back my money and said thank you. I of course said you’re welcome. I think the whole ordeal that pissed me off is what my mother accepted. Since I been little people always took advantage of her and took her kindness, but later trample all over her. I was hoping she learned by now. First strike with me with Haras was when she gave my mother $75 and this is supposed to be a monthly pay since Haras said she only get paid $630 once a month. Are you f-ing kidding me! Second strike was the store incident. Granted she does many things that annoy me that I notice so far about her…these two strikes was my biggest. I am trying to convince my mother of kicking her out since Haras is trying to get comfortable. But she said she see what she will give next month. Hell I would stay with someone too if I am only paying $75 a month and they are sharing their dinner with me, and everything cheaper than a hotel! What a loser!!!!

This is a post I wrote in my notebook when I did not have internet connection a month ago:

What is your body perception? Do you see yourself as you really are? I do not. I am learning more and more about myself as I get older. When I was younger I always saw myself as fat, never normal. When I was in college and was exercising like a maniac losing ton of weight, I still saw myself as fat. Everyone saw me as unhealthy. One day my mother had to sit down and talk to me about my appearance and beg me to start eating more and working out a little less. I love my mother so much that I did what she asked. Fell in love and gain tremendous amount of weight. 8 years later I am on the verge of trying to lose over 100lbs.

I recently lost 78lbs but still on the heavy side. I order some clothes that were supposedly my size. The reason why I say supposed to be my size is because it is the current size that I wear now. So I am like trying on clothes and notice they do not fit right, at least the tops. They are too big on me. They look kind of sloppy. I am like wow, did I lost more weight? I ran to check the scale, nope just 2lbs.  2lbs does not make that much of a big difference? Each top I tried on I am like wow, I always see myself as huge but in my clothing it tells me different. I am very please but at the same time confused of why do I think and see myself one way but the clothes show me different? My body perception is all off…I hope one day I can really see myself as others see me.

Today I was looking through the net and I saw many beautiful bags but not for what I wanted. This summer we plan to go to many places and I would like to bring along my tripod with me. My husband and I tend to take pictures of each other, but we only have a few pictures standing next to each other….for the 8+ years we been together.

When I go inside people houses or even on their web pages they have ton of pictures of them and their partners and some of them been together only for a short time. I love to see pictures like that and would like the same for us.
Oversize Handbag
So today I was looking for a big bag, but it had to be fashionable and cheap because I honestly do not care to carry around purses or bag. I love for my hands to be free and I surely could not go to a nice respectable place with a back pack on my back, lol. I saw many beautiful bag but nothing really for what I needed it for and nothing that says, “LoraVictoria”. I was thinking wouldn’t it be cool if I could come up with my own design that say “me” and someone else make it for me for a fair price. That would be ideal but expensive I am sure. But if I could get the bag made it would be a basic black leather to go with everything. The leather nice and smooth, a few punk rock studs at the lower sides and a few little spikes at the base at the bag so that the bag never really touch the ground because the spike will. The straps should be four. 2 for carrying in my hands and if my hands are tired and I wanted to carry something else..then I can hook the other two longer straps onto the bag and carry on my shoulder. Great look for if I am going out of town or for a long walk. The inside would have red cloth instead of black so that it can look illuminating. Plus many compartment inside for hide away, organization, and etc. This would be my ideal bag.

What would be yours?