Ahhh... Life IS beautiful!!!
I feel I haven´t lived before I made it here to Panama.
It is simply amazing!!
Right now, its 10 am, I am sitting next to the pool and the bar with all the delicious and cold drinks is just 5 meters away. I will have a daquiri in a moment. Last night I was here, sipping a Cosmopolitan. And I can just wear a bikini!
The Pacific Ocean is amazing! The waves and saltiness. So nice. The palmtrees. And beach and beer is so nice!
Also, Leslie, I think of you every time I order beer, as in my version of spanish 'one beer, please', sounds like; Unes cerevisiae, pofabor. For those who don´t know, Cerevisiae is yeast in latin. Geek I am.
Ok, the beach is waiting!
Lots of love and hotness! If you will not see me, then I have decided to stay here! Under the fifth palmtree on the left (close to the bar).
Hugs!!!
Also - yesterday was my 6 year anniversary in Canada. And where was I? In Panama - celebrating in style!!! So happppy!!!!
Friday, February 27, 2009
Sunday, February 22, 2009
vacation T-3h
The vehicle is ready (above) and Hundionu can finally get to her longawaited rest. She even has an "official" prescription to treat her shoulder: Beach, Rest, Alcohol. I love it. Best physi
o ever:)Three more hours... I think I've done everything - all the marking, reports, e-mails to people to make sure the world stands while I'm away (I'm such a control freak in some sense) and all the packing. I brough 5 dresses, 5 skirts, 3 bikinis, a pair of high heeled hot sandals and 2 pairs of flip-flops. And the sunscreen. And a beach wrap, in case I have to masqerade myself into a nun upon sun overconsumption. I think I'm set.
The conditions are pretty sweet down in Panama. It's night, it's 27 degrees on a positive side and there is no wind. I hope the weather will continue to be warm and nice:)
So yes... 3 more hours at home and then - To the Beach!!!
4 - I really hope to see everything set exactly it was on the cartoons we had! Especially the big barrel and pink umbrella:)
Saturday, February 21, 2009
I am your mothers lesbian lover aka family day in Ontario
Monday, Feb 16 was a Family Day in Ontario. Vanja had an idea to celebrate it with a dinner with the entire family. And not just the family but the dysfunctional family. It was SO much fun.
My role was to be the Matriarch of the family. So I was mother of Vanja, who was married to Darren (to whom I was the mother in law). They had twins boys, both of which had been made by a different guy and none of them was Darren. I brought candy to my grandkids. And then there was a Miss Misstressy, who was Darrens secretary and as the night continued, the Matriarch herslef and Miss Misstressy had a private session in the bedroom. That could have been influenced by the fact that Matriarch's lesbian lover was unable to come that night. And then there was also an alcoholic aunt who prepared an amazing turkey loaf. And an uncle of a sort. And a random neighbour whom noone knew, but she always showed up to the events. Ah, and also a Grandpa, who was very in love with young females and still claimed to be the father of my daughter, which I declined. Such a lovely family.
And - the family portrait (taken by Leslie):
My role was to be the Matriarch of the family. So I was mother of Vanja, who was married to Darren (to whom I was the mother in law). They had twins boys, both of which had been made by a different guy and none of them was Darren. I brought candy to my grandkids. And then there was a Miss Misstressy, who was Darrens secretary and as the night continued, the Matriarch herslef and Miss Misstressy had a private session in the bedroom. That could have been influenced by the fact that Matriarch's lesbian lover was unable to come that night. And then there was also an alcoholic aunt who prepared an amazing turkey loaf. And an uncle of a sort. And a random neighbour whom noone knew, but she always showed up to the events. Ah, and also a Grandpa, who was very in love with young females and still claimed to be the father of my daughter, which I declined. Such a lovely family.
And - the family portrait (taken by Leslie):
Estonia is a World Champion in skiing
Feb 20 - Andrus Veerpalu of Estonia won the men's 15-kilometer classical race at the Nordic skiing world championships. Yay!!!
Good news!
And it feels SOOO good to tell people that news:) I even managed to get it in at the Meet the new Candidate (for the Faculty position) meeting.
Good news!
And it feels SOOO good to tell people that news:) I even managed to get it in at the Meet the new Candidate (for the Faculty position) meeting.
mul haavada paranend, voi mitte/update on wounds
So... a week ago (last Saturday) I went to see a doctor to get an estimation about my snowboarding wounds. It had been a week and there was still a significant amount of pain. The doctor dude told me (after 3 hours of waiting) that there is no reason to worry. 1 - the rib pain will go away in a few (!) month, because it's likely fractured. 2 - the shoulder pain/weakness -he prescribed me physiotherapy and said if I don't do anything then I may lose/never gain back the normal function of my right arm. Whaaaat?
At least I'm alive and my face is ok, I thought.
I couldn't get an appointment for physio, as they are apparently very busy. I have to get one once I get back. I hope my shoulder does not "freeze" in the meanwhile.
And then Wednesday came around, and I had such horrible pains in my ribs, that I was ready to "throw my soul away" (hinge heitma). I couldn't breathe or move. Poor Dorota was so worried and was trying to force me to see a doctor for another time. I ended up not seeing anyone (after the pain reduced upon consumption of large amount of painkillers). But - it did feel a lot better the day after.
And now - it's 2 weeks after the day when the mountain hit me, and the ribs feel better, but still - no sleeping on my stomach or intense hugging or any abs exercises. And the arm... well... I learned a few exercises to try. Some strenght have returned (I can shake peoples hands), but I still can't do "propeller" aka circles with this arm.
Ahh... why??? How will I be able to surf in 2 days like that???
At least I'm alive and my face is ok, I thought.
I couldn't get an appointment for physio, as they are apparently very busy. I have to get one once I get back. I hope my shoulder does not "freeze" in the meanwhile.
And then Wednesday came around, and I had such horrible pains in my ribs, that I was ready to "throw my soul away" (hinge heitma). I couldn't breathe or move. Poor Dorota was so worried and was trying to force me to see a doctor for another time. I ended up not seeing anyone (after the pain reduced upon consumption of large amount of painkillers). But - it did feel a lot better the day after.
And now - it's 2 weeks after the day when the mountain hit me, and the ribs feel better, but still - no sleeping on my stomach or intense hugging or any abs exercises. And the arm... well... I learned a few exercises to try. Some strenght have returned (I can shake peoples hands), but I still can't do "propeller" aka circles with this arm.
Ahh... why??? How will I be able to surf in 2 days like that???
Thursday, February 19, 2009
President in town
Yeah, so Mr. Obama was in O-dot today. What a day! The entire center-down was blocked for cars. People living by his route were not allowed to open windows or doors. There were american and canadian flags everywhere. And there were police-people EVERYwhere. Every street corner had at least 4 cops. I was walking to my friends place via canal, and the edges of the canal appeared yellow (because police was wearing the fluorecent yellow vests). And there were helicopters flying around.
I did not see him or his car... But still - I had a chance to be within a kilometer from the American president and breathe the same air and enjoy the same snowflakes as him. Woot!
Edit: Obama also had an unplanned stop at the Byward market in Ottawa. He bought a souvenir for his daughter, a BeaverTail and maple cookies from the Byward market house Le Moulin de Provence. So the next time YOU will be in Ottawa, I will take you there:) The pic is from the Ottawa Citizen.
It's also rather symbolic that it was the very first place where I had coffee in Ottawa (six years ago). It was Ave who took me there. Good times:)
I did not see him or his car... But still - I had a chance to be within a kilometer from the American president and breathe the same air and enjoy the same snowflakes as him. Woot!
Edit: Obama also had an unplanned stop at the Byward market in Ottawa. He bought a souvenir for his daughter, a BeaverTail and maple cookies from the Byward market house Le Moulin de Provence. So the next time YOU will be in Ottawa, I will take you there:) The pic is from the Ottawa Citizen.
It's also rather symbolic that it was the very first place where I had coffee in Ottawa (six years ago). It was Ave who took me there. Good times:)
Sunday, February 15, 2009
how to tame Her
She is very independent and walks Her own way. She is convinced that the little dot on Earth where She lives does not contain Her Prince. She even doesn't pay attention to guys anymore. She is nice and flirts occasionally, but Her thoughts and heart are not to be taken over by any random butterflies.
The Valentines Day came and She didn't even notice. Whatever, She thought. But yet She decided to go out with Her friends. She walked into Her friends apartment and met Him. And there was something about Him that made Her feel a little restless inside.
It used to be so easy. She liked someone, She smiled and after that everything proceeded naturally. Obviously, there were many broken hearts, on both sides of the battle field, but there was never any excessive planning nor worrying. But once one sees the same routine over-occuring for enough times, one learns to know the game and its rules and flowing. But how do you act when you know the game? And what are the rules anyway? Should you follow the "innocence" route and pretend you don't know what will happen later? Not that you would know anyway. Or should one be just straight foward and say how things are? But then there's no mystery...
So She was there, had no idea what to do and was thinking: Should I go and talk to Him? But what if He doesn't like me? Or what if I will talk too much and be too obvious? But if I will be too "hinty", He will never understand. Perhaps I should just be my usual "Ice Princess" ."
Then they chat. The talked about labware at home and about best potato salads. He thinks he can prepare the best one, and She thinks She can do better. She talks about wheat and He says He can drive a tractor. She is impressed. Interestingly, they are significantly taller than everyone else, so it leaves just them to chat (or maybe this is just how She feels, levitating on a small cloud). They dance. And dance a bit more. And then the music stops and everyone just disappears. He asks to have dinner with Her one day. She is so happy. They chat and She feels She is standing too close to Him (closer than you should be to a guy you don't know). He holds Her hand and She doesn't want to let go of it ever. He walks Her home. Before He leaves, He kisses Her. Happy Valentines Day:)
She is the happiest girl on Earth.
The Valentines Day came and She didn't even notice. Whatever, She thought. But yet She decided to go out with Her friends. She walked into Her friends apartment and met Him. And there was something about Him that made Her feel a little restless inside.
It used to be so easy. She liked someone, She smiled and after that everything proceeded naturally. Obviously, there were many broken hearts, on both sides of the battle field, but there was never any excessive planning nor worrying. But once one sees the same routine over-occuring for enough times, one learns to know the game and its rules and flowing. But how do you act when you know the game? And what are the rules anyway? Should you follow the "innocence" route and pretend you don't know what will happen later? Not that you would know anyway. Or should one be just straight foward and say how things are? But then there's no mystery...
So She was there, had no idea what to do and was thinking: Should I go and talk to Him? But what if He doesn't like me? Or what if I will talk too much and be too obvious? But if I will be too "hinty", He will never understand. Perhaps I should just be my usual "Ice Princess" ."
Then they chat. The talked about labware at home and about best potato salads. He thinks he can prepare the best one, and She thinks She can do better. She talks about wheat and He says He can drive a tractor. She is impressed. Interestingly, they are significantly taller than everyone else, so it leaves just them to chat (or maybe this is just how She feels, levitating on a small cloud). They dance. And dance a bit more. And then the music stops and everyone just disappears. He asks to have dinner with Her one day. She is so happy. They chat and She feels She is standing too close to Him (closer than you should be to a guy you don't know). He holds Her hand and She doesn't want to let go of it ever. He walks Her home. Before He leaves, He kisses Her. Happy Valentines Day:)
She is the happiest girl on Earth.
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