THE FINISHING MOVE

after i am no guy and therefor not able to grow a beard (don't be silly, i know it and i don't even want to THINK about it) i had to cut my hair ... so i did. i tortured my sister into cutting my hair on match length which makes her whimper during the whole process because she had a very hard time cutting the stubborn wire populating my head into a decent do during my halfhearted approach of letting it grow. but she understood, that it had to be done to close this case ... plus i will not sweat this much in the neck when i will move my furniture on saturday =D

it seems i'm done with the whole relationship emotionally now =D and after two days i even get kind of used to my new pic in the mirror.

i had a fantastic easter with my little nephew who is a genius like his aunt ... just to inform you, he invented his own way of moving around, funny mix of crawling and sliding ... and he is fast!!! he can stand up. everytime he falls he manages to land on his cushioned backside. he is still a great entertainer and makes everyone smile and believe it or not he can throw!! with aiming!! i was really impressed. (no it was no accident! he did it five times in a row, and he is not this bad in catching too. seems he will be a great handballer like his proud auntie) by the way, he bit his first head of. it was an evil fight, because he still has no teeth (not a single one) so the poor easterbunny was drowned in saliva first, but then the head was off ... hip hip hooray.

i think the ingeniousness of her child was the only thing that could sooth the pain of my sister seeing 10 month of work floating to the ground. but i told her the same i tell you: the song of the day ...

artist: eurythmics
song: the first cut
album: touch

the first cut - is a criminal thing
the first cut - goes deeper in
each impression
makes a chain reaction
each impression
will never be never be never be
broken

i'm a white girl - you can see my skin
look at this picture - that i 'm living in
and old scores
never settle down
i'll keep on walking
till i'm burried in the cold ground
cold ground
cold cold ground