With the risk of this song playing in my head the rest of the day, I just had to share this. After Walk of the Earth presented their concept of 5 people on 1 guitar there have been many followers. But this one is pretty awesome so I’m sharing it to the world:
My cat loves to scratch his nails on the carpet, stairs, couch and so on. It was surely time for a scratching pole, but the bigger ones are always quite expensive so I decided to make one myself.
Things you need:
– an old bookshelf
– 24 meters rope
– cd holder
– fluffy cushion
– old scarf
– saw
– hammer
– paint
– glue
– nails
1. I used an old bookshelf for the top and the bottom of the scratchingpole. I cut in into two parts, one part bigger than the other so you get a stable base. Cost: €0,-
2. I bought a wooden cd holder to use as the middle part of the scratching pole. I would attach the rope on to this part.Cost: €2,- second hand shop
3. I painted the part of the shelf that’s gonna be the bottom part. I just searched the shed in the backgarden and found some blue paint. Cost: €0,-
4. I bought 24 meters of rope in a hardware store and I wrapped this around the cd holder, glueing it at the corners. Cost: €10,-
5. Then I attached the top and bottom part to the cd holder and put an old fluffy cushion on the top so my cat could chill on that part. Cost: €0,-
6. At last I wrapped the rest of the cd holder with an old scarf so the whole thing would be covered. Cost: €0,-
And the result is there:
Easy, cheap and fun!
I remember doing this when I was a little girl. The whole school gathered at the playground and all children had a colorful balloon. There was a countdown, but ofcourse a few children couldn’t wait for it and let theirs go before the signal. We all had written down a personal note attached to the string which also had the schools’ address on there, so we could see who’s balloon would travel the furthest. I didn’t win, but the exitement was the best part. When I was thinking about this a while ago my heart got filled with exitement again and I decided to put this on my bucketlist. Today was the day, I phoned a local party-rental shop and asked them for two balloons. The man on the other end of the phone was a bit suprised by the request of just two helium-filled balloons, but money is money so he said to pick them up in half an hour. I’m sure he thought we were about twelve years old when he opened the door and saw two small girls there he also said ah thats so cute when he opened the door, fucker! but in all fairness it’s find of a silly thing to do so whatever. I enjoyed it anyway and hope to hear soon from the person who found my note 🙂
This is awesome, why didn’t I hear of this before? Perhaps you’re just as ignorant as I was, so let me tell you what’s it all about; No Pants Subway Ride is an annual event that takes place in New York City (and perhaps other place around the world, if it’s don’t already; it should!) where people ride the subway, pantsless. The participants do not behave as if they know each other, and they all wear winter coats, hats, scarves, and gloves. The only unusual thing is their lack of pants. People that do not know about the day will have the time of their life watching all the bums bounce by. It started as a prank in 2002 but has grown into a big thing.
The event is held every year in January in New York City. The video below tells you all about the first prank.
This has to go on my bucketlist! If it’s held in Holland I’ll join, if it doesn’t exist yet, let’s start it! Who’s in?
When I’m bored I surf through the internet looking for inspiration, funny pictures or anything really that will keep me from doing something useful entertained. I came across this picture hype where people hold a record / magazine cover in from of them and make it look lifelike. Heres a few that I came across today, some are freakishly real!
So, bored off your face and some old records you can use? Send in your own original ‘cover your face‘ 😀
Going to the cinema alone is sad. At least that’s how I thought about it when I was a bit younger, going to the movies with a group of friends and looking at someone sitting there by himself. Going to public place or events all by yourself does make people wonder whether you don’t have friends or been stood up.
Recently I began to think it might not be such a bad idea to go to the cinema by yourself. When I thought of it I can to realise I do enjoy travelling and shopping alone. No one you have to wait for or has to wait for you, you can go whenever, wherever you want..
Going to the movies alone would also be one of the the least awkward things to do alone. You can arrive late, it’s dark so noone sees you being alone anyway and the only thing you need to do is watch a movie, and let’s face it, you don’t really need company for that.
Last Wednesday I decided to try it myself. I really wanted to see the movie ‘Intouchables‘ and so I had the perfect movie to go watch by myself. I must say I was a bit nervous, not about going there alone, but more of the reactions of others. While I was waiting for the doors to the theater to open I see a couple looking my direction. Perhaps they weren’t even talking about the fact that I was alone, but still it felt like they did. Apart from them, noone really seemed to care. Maybe they thought I was waiting for my Other Half. When I looked for my seat and it became clear that noone was gonna join me, I saw some people giving me ‘the look’. Teenage boys giggling and whispering a bit, not too obvious though. At that point I stopped caring about what others might think and actually started to enjoy myself and relax. The moment the lights go off and the movie starts nothing matters anymore. We were all there to watch the movie and noone can see who is there with who. I laughed my arse off during this movie. One of the best films I’ve seen in a long time. Just too bad I have noone to share the experience with.. 😛
A rich quadriplegic, living in a mansion in Paris, requires a live-in carer. A young offender turns up for an interview, but he is not really looking to get the job. However, to his surprise, he is hired. The two men then develop a close friendship.
A couple of weeks ago one of my ex-collegues posted a note on facebook saying she was organizing a charity run for a boy with Down Syndrom. The boy, Luuk, is six years old and has difficulty talking. His parents would like him to get dolphin therapy in Curacao, which is said to do a lot for children like Luuk. Dolphin therapy will improve his communication skills, fine motor skills and will give him a lot more confidence. Unfortunately this therapy is not reimbursed by the government and it’s quite an expensive one. My ex-collegue decided to organize a 6.8km run to raise money for Luuk, something that I’d loved to help her with.
Even though her poster said ‘come running and bring 2 euros’, I decided to ask friends and family to sponsor me. I asked my brother to come running with me and he was happy to take the challenge. When talking about it yesterday, my eleven year old cousin also wanted to come with us, so we made it a family event. Unfortunately not too many people showed up, so my ex-collegue was extra happy that we came. At ten o’clock this morning we took off and my brother and cousin were the first ones who arrived at the finish, where my family waited for us. Me, on the other hand, got lost and ran a lot more kilometres than I should have, but got a warm welcome of my family when I arrived at the finished anyway.
Me and my cousin Mick in the car on the way
My brother, me and my cousin after the charity run
I raised 135 euros today, so hopefully this family will be able to affort the therapy soon enough!
It’s officially that time again. That time of madness where everyone goes crazy, get’s dressed up and drinks until they drop over a game of soccer. I’m from Holland and the Dutch are big into their soccer. Everyone seems to watch the matches and everyone pretends to know everything there is to know about soccer and our national team. The Dutch go crazy when it comes to soccer championships. They practically move to a camping spot in the country where it’s held, overruling everyone else with their overdone orange appearance, beer crate towers and loud singing in broken English. But not only abroad they’re making an ass of themselves, try to avoid Holland during the FIFA if you don’t want to get stuck in the middle of a drunk orange crowd, thinking you got sucked into a fanta soda.
There are a few different kind of viewers. There’s the die-hard fans, who claim to have the exclusive right to say anything about whether it’s offside or not and push you away from the screen while shouting s-s-h-h!! when you put down the peanuts. Then there’s the gamblers, who don’t even care that much about soccer, but just find any excuse to bet over and don’t stop sending e-mails to join their poules. The most annoying would be the emotional viewer, who drinks until he drops when his team is winning but ruins your party when they lose. Last but not least is the kind that most women belong to; the accidental viewers, who watch because there’s basically nothing else to do. Who enjoy dressing up in sexy orange dresses, having the table full of orange snacks, have a few drinks and watch twenty-two hot men running around a field in sexy shorts, waiting for them to take off their t-shirts. That last type of viewer is often not appreciated by the die-hard fans, who often tend to get annoyed with the last named and throw popcorn at them.
Even though I’m part of the last group and I usually don’t give a tiny rats ass about soccer, during the World Cup / European Cup I reveal a whole new side of me. Out of nowhere I change into the die hard fan and find myself shouting soccerterms at the tv that until recently I’d never heard of before. I’m the one that pushes away anyone who even dares to come close to the screen and I end up knowing all the names, birthdates and relationship statuses of the players.
What I also enjoy is the solidarity that comes with these championships. I love when ones every two years our nation becomes one, everyone is supporting the same thing and is out to have a good time and celebrate together. I love to see foreigners also dressed up in orange and finally feel like they’re a part of it. Once every two years there’s no racism, but we all love eachother because we’re all part of the same team: Holland. Also for that reason I hope we will last a bit longer in championship, so we can enjoy all the happiness that comes with it.
I don’t want to be thinking about the horrible match we played against Denmark yesterday, but I’m getting all pumped up and reading for the match against Germany. I don’t know if I dare to watch, since we’d rather eat our own hands than losing from our biggest rival. It’s not like we hate the Germans, we just don’t like them. 😉
Let the games begin..!
Who do you reckon is gonna win the European Cup?
Smiles.. 