Early day

Yesterday my eyes were closed around 20.00h, mr. Sandman had come and there was no more to hold. I close down my computer quickly. Hastily, I say goodbye to a Flemish girlfriend on msn to whom I was having conversation at that time. Even the subject “men” couldn’t keep me awake. Weird… Sometimes you get beaten with that big Sandman-hammer at once.

And now, at 03.00h, I woke up… 02.50h to be precise, and however I don’t mind getting up early , I think this hour can be actually referred to as “in the middle of the night”. Anyway, I didn’t dare to close my eyes again because I feared I wouldn’t hear the alarm clock that would go of at 04.30h. There was no other option then just to get up… pffff…
The most nonsensical texts flashed though my head around that nightly inhuman hour and immediately I turned on my computer, see the result. I wrote a few words in that white Microsoft Word field hoping that I could decipher and adapt everything to a decent readable document. Well, I think I will have a difficult job to do so this evening.

After eight cups of coffee, using four subscriptions to visits to the toilet, I walk the dog again around 4 in the morning outside. I still wonder, while I step over supersized dog shit from other dogs to clean up that little thing my miniature dog produced, how it is possible that the residents of the house on the corner of the street could blame my dog a few weeks ago for putting a supersized shit on their garden. Which obviously couldn’t never have come out of that tiny hole of my little doggy.
Well then, I dump that bag which contained a not pleasant smelling and filthy looking ‘thing’ in the dumpster. Well, those 0.002 grams would not make a difference I thought.
When I got back home after a fresh walk at 2°C, I opened my Word-document again and wrote down a few words which popped up during my doggy walk. My brain was really overheated, that’s for sure.
I promised myself to read this text again later this day, because I would probably not be able to make lots of sense at this hour and figured my big fingers would let me down anyway.
Well, it’s now 6 o’clock and like being possessed I jump in my car in a hurry. How is it even possible to get up on a barbaric hour in the middle of the night and still have to hurry to get into my little red Nissan Micra to make shore I’ll be on time at work.

Man! This should not get any weirder. So early, this should not happen too often. Well, I have come fully equipped and full of enthusiasm at work. Work could not complain. Of course, what did you think. By the time y colleagues came to work, I was already up for half a day, isn’t it?

Nice! After having lunch at 10 in the morning, I needed to announce myself somewhere in the West of the country so I jumped full of good courage into my car again.
During the trip I enjoyed all the attention the flirting men gave me of course.
I used to be an ugly duck but now I seem to be a hot nice looking girl (if may believe others). Well, gentlemen from the past… Eat this! Eat your heart out! Teun turned into a pretty beautiful woman.

All the gentlemen at the time didn’t want to see or couldn’t see it. And now.. I even like to rub it under their noses.. Make them see what they missed, and my day can’t be better! Cheer cheer for the singles.
Okay, okay, back to my storie..
I’ll try to make a long story brief.. I’ve survived the meeting without falling asleep, safe an with a big ego I arrived back home. I jumped directly into my bed. I was broken, really tired. Men! How do I get it all together. My day began early and also ended early.

Eventually I can still put myself in the catgory of “people” because mr. Sandman did come early this day again. I’m still human!

I am…., I am…… AN OSTRICH

Many of us already done this. Certainly not everyone has a talent for writing and that I belong among them, I do not know, I will let others judge about that.
It’s just a way of expressing myself. Kicking to the way of life, the life I lead, things that happen and (especially but certainly not least) without getting to much physical injuries.
My columns, sometimes flooded with hydrochloric acid and even with nonsensical words, produce (in my case) lots of big ostrich eggs*.
Well, I burry my snout into the sand and stay put there like a pigheaded ostrich would do, and let all the stupid things glide along my long feathers. If that doesn’t work I’ll have to take my long legs and run as fast as I can. And boy! I can run hard! I could break world records.

Sometimes I really need those long loegs.. Sometimes it’s also certainnly better not to know, bend my head and look the other way.
Also Valentine didn’t leave me alone and my left me without hesitation a fully filled mailbox with e-cards of anonymous ‘worshippers’.
Okay, women think about sex and love more than thirty times a day but that doesn’t alter the fact that you don’t want to be loaded with these joyful mostly for the pleasure serving goodies just once a year. Why once a year and not the entire year? Or at least with a small frequency like once a month or so? It could save us a lot of misery I think. What is it that makes us human creatures longing for that one day in February?
Maybe it’s best I didn’t know the answer to that just now.

Again I put my head into the sand, it seems to be quicksand. I can’t escape to the fact that I will have to open a few mails because my mail quota is overloaded. Again I feel like a silly ostrich. As if my ‘pleasant’ extravagances during Carnaval still were not enough (okay, even I have expanded my mobile phone with new numbers like many others) a delicious and even gorgeous Englishman pops up into my mailbox.
Conveniently trying to believe that the beautiful picture he send was a real photo of him. Trying to believe he was not a faker like so many others.

Hmmm… Well, I’m still human and could not resist to returning him a mail full of romantic words, just for fun. I needed to wash my mouth with soap, believe me! Drawling!
Wrong! After answering, he overwhelmed me with emails where the romance and overloaded with words of drivel. Seen as a woman, I know I’m not particularly sensitive for those words. I even created an antipathy against it.

This goodlooking 40-year old man appeared to be a pitbull and has put his teeth into my neck and refused to release. I could feel the blood flow, it felt suffocating and an unpleasant feeling came over me. In my best English I tried to get loose of him, tried to let him down easy. These was nothing I could do, there was no avail. An oily solid deposit in his mailbox did the trick.

Again I felt an ostrich.. A silly goose, a donkey… Weird thing you would get if you would mix those three beasts together, but anyway.. I’m also not normal according to my friends..

I stuck my head even faster and further into the sand, tried again to read some emails but it didn’t work. My growing ego, bigger by Valentine? Now the opposite is proven.
Me, a stupid Valentine-ostrich prefer to close my full mailbox, my pc and will try to locate my bed soon. Hoping to get some sleep to at least make an effort try to get up the 15th again full of courage and waking up without Valentine and/or ostrich problems. Next year, I’ll stay the 14th in my bed all day! It may al go by this ostrich!

* my way of saying that it’s not going well