who needs lakes, pools or toilets when you have a handbag that can do the job!?

My mobile won’t turn on. Whether that is because it’s out of battery or because it got pretty wet is anyone’s guess. I sure as hell don’t know. To be sure however it went on the heater to completely dry out before I try to turn it on again. I was also given the advice to put it into a bowl of rice and then onto the heater. However, I cannot be sure how reliable that advice is, since it was given to me after the consummation of quite a few glasses of hot spiced wine. Wasted people tend to be more unreliable than their sober alter egos we get in contact with in everyday life. Since my mobile didn’t fall into the toilet or went swimming in any other way (no, I did not fall into the water while just happening to carry my mobile at the same time, either) I decided to try just drying it on the heater. No rice or other groceries involved. Except maybe the chocolate wandering into my mouth. Comfort food, of course. Though I stayed mostly dry I believe I deserve a little reassurance right now! Even if it results from a bar of milk chocolate with cocoa-crème-filling!

So this is how it happened:

My day started out so good! I went in and out of town without spending a cent and the backache that just won’t give me a break was aching at a more or less bearable level. On top of that I got a heat plaster for my back and some pizza-quiche-food thingy for free! I should have known right there that it was too good to be true.

When I went back into the city to meet a friend at the christmas market in the evening, I decided that I really needed to take some water. I like to keep something to drink with me at any time. Experience tells me that dehydration is a bitch and I hadn’t had much to drink all day, so I was a little more desperate than usual.

Not drinking enough tends to cause me to get a really bad stomach ache and having that in addition to the back ache would have seriously pissed me off. As it is I already feel like a broken old woman that was beaten with a baseball bat a few times too often!

No need to deliberately add to my suffering!

Since it was impossible to get anything else on short notice I had to settle on sparkling water. Sadly we were out of small bottles as well so I used the one left from my ice tea that morning. Again, I was lucky. Again, no suspicion. (See a pattern here?) Anyway, I filled some of the water into the small bottle so I wouldn't have to carry 1.5l all night. Smart, you would think and you would think wrong.

That was not the best idea I’ve ever had.

When I sat in the car, my bag in my lap, I suddenly realized that something wet was dripping down my leg. Turns out the bottle was not made for sparkling water or sparkling whatever in general. My only luck: it was just water. I would have been screwed had it been juice or coke or lemonade!

Thankfully I also got away with only a few damp spots on my legs. Neither my bag, nor my mobile where as lucky.

Thanks to my mobile not working I nearly missed meeting a friend, but we managed somehow anyway. In addition to all of this, my favorite waffle stand has been replaced by a fried-something place! (Yuck!) How am I supposed to get through this christmas without it? 

However, we also went to see a pretty awesome musical. So all in all the evening turned out to be quite fun. Broken mobile and all.

the ultimate sport thing

Sorry for staying away for so long. I’ve been on holiday and plainly too busy to blog last week. Walking your way through an entire city will do that to you. Actually I am surprised that I managed to walk so much without getting foot-sick. Until now my feet started hurting pretty much after the first day of a trip like this. This time I managed four days! FOUR! Gosh, I’m proud of myself. Though I am not entirely sure whether it is my increased load of workouts or just thanks to the shoes I’ve been wearing. In this spot: thank you ESPRIT which produces the only shoes that fit my crippled feet without question! You have saved me a lot of time that I would otherwise have spend searching for a fitting pair of sneakers each time I find myself in need of a new pair!

Maybe it was a combination of both shoes and workout, because recently I am doing a LOT of sport. Sometimes I do not even recognize myself anymore (that’s usually when I skip workout). But gym, snorkeling and frisbee?

Am I turning into Miss athletic or what?

Right after snorkeling last week I joined my friend’s ultimate frisbee training. She had to more or less force me. After all it’s not like I would go if it wasn’t on the way home from the pool. To be fair here, I have to grudgingly admit that it turned out to be a lot of fun. Except for the part where they started to play an actual game.

Before, while training how to throw a frisbee, my surprised friend said something like: “OMG, your eye-hand coordination seriously sucks!”

My muttered answer: “No, it’s my hand-eye-foot-coordination.” (I just tend to close my hands a nanosecond too late to make a catch, damn it!)

Usually I am not bothered by it. That’s just who and what I am. From what I hear my whole family suffers similar problems (maybe I could just blame genetics?), which is why none of us ever seriously plays team sports.

Now, I am the unwilling exception. The surprising thing is that I truly enjoyed myself. For the first hour or so. Right until they practically forced me to play in a game. Though it was a short game (just for two points) it was a nightmare. I knew it would be even before I stepped onto the field, because I played once before and back than I had no clue what to do. It’s the hand-eye-foot coordination thing I just told you about. This time wasn’t any better. Most of the time I just stood on the field, not sure which way to run or which way to look. I felt like I was standing in the woods and all I wanted to do was bang my head against a tree I couldn’t find.

On top of that I got the feeling that my friend was a bit stressed out by me. Maybe more than a just a bit. Majorly may be more accurate. And I can’t even be mad at her because I kind of, sort of understand the sentiment. It’s not like I don’t know that I tend to get bit annoying while doing team sports. I just can’t help it. Which is exactly why I have never even tried team sport before. It’s just not for me.

I like the training just fine but actually playing doesn’t work at all. I even get a bit whiny because I hate the feeling of not knowing what I am doing. Even without that I am already making enough of a fool of myself to last a lifetime! This team sport thing however gets me to a new personal high. It just makes me feel totally incapable and inadequate. And here I was, thinking snorkeling was hard on me. Who would purposely want to make themselves feel that way?

Yes, I am very aware that I pretty much just did exactly that. That doesn’t mean I enjoyed it. Or at least I didn’t use to. Which, as I already mentioned, is the reason I usually don’t do team sports.

Because I really enjoy the oportunity of being allowed to throw stuff around for a changed (and because it was kind of fun) I’ll try a few more times. Just to make sure I don’t get any better, not that I have much hope that will happen anytime soon. If there is no improvement I will just sit by in the future, read a nice book and do what people are always best at: Tell everyone else what they could do better!

Before I go that far however I need to weight the disadvantages against the advantages. Maybe embarrassing myself on a regular basis is worth enduring the emotional beating? Maybe I will lose weight!

For someone who claims not to care about her weight I am certainly thrilled by that prospect… Not that there is much hope that I lost any over my vacation.

My new addiction to frozen yoghurt has made sure I have enough calories to burn for the next two or three weeks or so. Not to mention the upcoming christmas cookie season… I am such a sucker for cookies!