Quaintr

"Kentucky law doesn’t allow consumers to use the kind of fireworks that we can view at professional shows, for home use, the law permits only Type E fireworks. That excludes anything that explodes or shoots in the air. Type E fireworks include sparklers, cone fountains, ground spinners, and noise makers. Firecrackers and rockets are not Type E fireworks and are not legal for home use. You must be 16 to purchase any fireworks in Kentucky." 

Okay, so yesterday i found out why nobody is making a fuss about new year's eve and fireworks. Apparently they're illegal, except for on the 4th of July (i haven't been able to find this last statement on the .gov website).

Quess i'll watch it on telly then i suppose...

People love to make small talk about the weather. It provides most of us something simple and safe to talk about. Having lived in Britain where one gets 4 seasons in a day, i thought i wouldn't be surprised by the weather in this country... well i couldn't have been more wrong. Last week the temperature reached -15 degrees centigrade, whilst today it's +20 degrees. I don't really mind since it's really nice to cycle around, but a bit weird to realise it's the end of December though. On the other hand, it gives me even more to talk about...

We wanted to escape the rat race, which is (as always) mainly in our head. Arriving at the spa we started our short break by doing nothing. Absolutely nothing. Just nothing. Feeling at ease.

At a quarter past eight, we got a table in a restaurant... with great food but terrible service. The highlights: me wanting to yell 'yoehoe' through the restaurant to get the attention of a waiter after 30 minutes of waiting patiently... waiters stil ignoring us through dinner but luckily they continued ignoring us when we tried to pay, so ehm, we left after several had said 'goodbye' and walked passed us. 

It was a good thing I was so at ease, 'coz two hours before I would have been very, very annoyed and maybe even did somethings I would regret later. Now, we were at ease... and gigling, but that could have been the wine...

One of the irrelevancies of life: What to do with your status on Facebook?

I've been wondering about it. Not that i find it particularly interesting but i guess some other people do/did. Not wanting to change it... does that mean i don't want to admit that i'm in a relationship? After pondering for a while i decided that was not the case. But i would just hate it if people that are very close to me have to find out that way. And then i found this on one of my favourite blogs...

So i've come up with my solution: just take it off.

The men: there are great ways to end it... 

And women: there are ways to save the world...  

A collegue of mine "It's a good Dutch tradition to nag about the Christmas hamper. They're always disappointing, half of it goes into the bin, half of it goes to friends."

"What Christmas hamper?"

"Ours. Didn't you get one last friday?"

"Ehm... no..."

"Well, what did you choose? On the form?"

"What choice? What form?"

"Ahh, there you go... if you didn't make a choice, you're Christmas hamper would be donated to charity."

"..."

"Don't you feel good about yourself now?"

"A good feeling... the best Christmas hamper ever..."

...you have been at work too long (say about 28.5hrs) and haven't seen any daylight?

You start greeting your patients with a (too happy): "Gooooood morning!" (and subsequently realise that it's 7.30pm...)

*My colleague goes through the cupboard*

"What's in here?"

"Tea"

"Looks like there's flower's in there"

"Yeah, that's correct. There's [random herbs]"

"So, when you're married and you are tired of the guy after a few years... would you know how to get rid of him using herbs?"

"ehm... ja?"

"High five"

"Nothing else then make you feel better about yourself."

(Quoted from my colleague who matched me in getting clementine juice over her pair of trousers)

-8.30am: my phone rings and shows a number i don't recognise- 

*good morning, this is Roosje*

*oh, ehm, sorry dear, i guess i have dialed the wrong number, i'll try again, goodbye.*

-3 mins later: my phone rings again and shows the same number-

*Hello, it's Roosje again*

*I'm so sorry, apparently i have to talk to you. But i'll try again then i guess, must be something wrong with my head.*

*What is the number you're trying to call?*

-mentions my number, and decides to double-check the original- 

*Looks like i've change 2 numbers around, i can't believe it! I call this number every day of life, it's my sister's...*

HAPPY SINTERKLAAS!!!

Everyone has an own way of dealing with the things that happen. Not just the big ones, the life events, but we deal with every day things as well. For me, as a MD, a normal day at work consists of other peoples' life events. Which makes it even more important to deal with them, to keep my sanity. Some write about it, some sing, some dance, some do drugs, some just think about it. I talk. I talk a lot. (Hence the name queck). I talk a lot to the people I love. And lately, I noticed I don't talk enough. Things are starting to bug me, my mind is doing overtime. It's what's usually called 'stress', it's not that I do too much, it's that I don't have a way to deal with them properly. I tried to keep it to myself... I started to sing, but the neighbours didn't like it. I started to write stories, but I don't dare to let anyone read them. I danced hours and hours, which made me feel good and sweaty but didn't shut down my head. I even tried some alcohol, not a big succes... although I'm a cheap date (very happy after just one glass). I want to talk! Need to talk! Must talk! So I started to email some friends. A lot of email. Multiple times a day. Sometimes even over 20 a day (a person)... and today the stupidity of it all occured to me: I'm a silent spammer...