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Sunday. I’m not sure if you noticed, but I stopped counting the days. I’m still stressed because for me New Year is also a family thing. I know than in many parts of the world it’s different, but for me and my family, it’s like another Christmas. The only difference maybe is that the noise of fireworks lasts longer and that the firemen take a ride at 12 o’clock with all the kids of the neighborhood with the sirens on. At least, that happens where I come from. I have no idea how it’s New Year in Germany and I won’t know it until maybe next year. This year has been too much for me and I’m still lost.
I refused to be alone and I double refused to spend the last day of the year with the man’s family. That’s why I’m doing what I do best, ESCAPE. I’m a pro at doing that with my mind, and this time, I’ll actually do it physically. I’m happy about it. I hope New Year in Barcelona is just what I need.
So I’ll try to make the most of these 4 days. Maybe I can accomplish something too, like answer some emails, rake the leaves or pair the socks (I still didn’t do it). But the chance is big that I won’t do anything of that and instead I bake cookies with my kids, polish my toe nails and watch TV. In any case, I’ll do what I want.

It’s sunny and really cold (-4ºC/25ªC). The weather lately has been crazy here. Very windy, it’s never like that. I’m glad I don’t have to cycle anywhere. We didn’t even go to the supermarket. No plain sugar (only cubes) or milk but enough flour to bake homemade bread.
I keep asking my kids what they’d like to eat. They don’t answer so I choose. I’m choosing to empty the food cupboard. I’m so thankful that they eat whatever I put on their plates.
That’s the Scandinavian cardamom bread that I baked yesterday. Delicious fresh and delicious toasted for breakfast this morning.

And I have another reason to smile. Yesterday I got the missing piece for my Arabian Nights room.

My costume arrived!!! I’m not posting pictures of me wearing it or dancing yet because I need to make some adjustments. The top part doesn’t cover much (or at all in my case). This was written:

I wanted it anyway. I tried it and we laughed because it had some filling sewn randomly inside. So I looked very funny with completely mismatched huge breasts.
I removed the fake tits already.

I was practicing some moves too. I don’t like dancing (maybe because I don’t like being touched (only by selected people)), but since belly dancing doesn’t require a partner, it’s ok.

I’ll post pictures as soon as I lose the extra pounds and the top fits. So far like 8 pounds and I still have to count the few I’ll gain the coming days. I hate dieting but it’ll happen because I hate even more shopping for new clothes.

Did you all get the Red Panties for New Year?? I can’t wait to wear mine.

~ by DotedOn on December 28, 2014.