Don't Make Me Throw My Ax

"I'm just sittin' here watchin' airplanes..." La la la la... every morning on my way to work, about two corners before my parking lot, I drive under the approaching runway at Schiphol, where planes land. They hover over my car, driving in the country with cows and canals and grass, about 40 feet above, landing gear released, propeller and fan systems roaring and smoking. It's so cool. Every time a plane flies over me, I get all giddy and I become 3 years old, smiling, ooooohing and aaaawing. There's just something about seeing these monsters glide - more like tumble - over me. It's exhilarating.

We are officially in the painful first-time-home-buyer-waiting-and-poker-face-negotiating chapter of our lives. It's so not for me. I am good at negotiating, yanno, a rug at an open-air market or a hair color redo, but Buddha help me, this "oh, how about adding another 40k and we'll make it a deal" thing is for people who get their thrills playing blackjack. I know you might think I am a risk-taker, but not when it comes to money I have to spend every month for the next 10 years. nope. Girlfriend doesn't like to be pushed, poked or prodded when it comes to money. Plain and simple. And it doesn't help that the sellers of the house we want are f-ing crazy. C-R-A-Z-Y. Well, I suppose everything happens for a reason. Fingers crossed and reminding myself to be patient throughout the process. Y'all know how patient I am. :)

Nursing a whopper hang over after a fun last couple of days off playing with J's work buddies. Everyone in the company was invited, along with their partners, to a Friday and Saturday away for fun. We played Scottish Highland games all yesterday afternoon - in kilts - all of us - mmmhmmmm. I can throw an ax 10 yards and make it stick into a wooden dart board - never knew I had that talent - just goes to show, one never knows all the gifts she has until she comes upon such challenges in life... then last night we had a big Cuban dinner (lots of skewered meat and potatoes - this weekend was only for the carnivores in the world), and topped off the evening shaking up glasses of wine and beer in our bellies to a GREAT band who played every rocker and funky Jamiroquai song known to man (and woman). When the CEO was moshing in a pit of his employees at the end of the night, and everyone was sweating from gettin' their groove on, it was officially a kick-ass party. J and Michiel, his good buddy, threw this year's shindig - you boys know how to throw a rager. Yeah, I said rager. I know, I'm so 80's. The night ended for me at about 2 a.m. when I crawled up the stairs of the rental cottage we stayed in and met J's colleague's girlfriend in the hallway where our room doors faced each other. All we could get out was, "I'm dead-exhausted. Going to bed." All I could think as I drifted off to sleep was, "This is gonna hurt tomorrow. Yep." It did, it does, and it will until tomorrow. C'est la vie baby. You play with the bull, you get the horns. Simple math.

We hung out with Astrid, Kobus, Mark, Mom and Gerard today before heading home. Koko the Kobus is the most ADORABLE little man I know. He melts me every time I walk into the room with "Tante Kiki!!!! Aunt Kiki. Ah. If he keeps this up when he can ask for ice-cream or candy, his mom's never gonna let me see him again!