Author regine
She is the Killer Queen. Her name is Rebecca and she is our deputy yoga instructor who stands in for Blanca once in a while. Imagine Rebecca: She is not really tall, a little sturdy. She looks rather Asian – when… Continue Reading →
In February, it’s not so easy to get going with my exercise plans. But Thursday night, after coming back from a busy week, I don’t care about unpacking or other chores. Thursday night, I jump into those and out I… Continue Reading →
Recently, I introduced you to the rubber ducks I sent north. A couple of weeks later, I received this, coming from Ryttylä: Revenge can be wonderful! ♥ ♥ ♥
Oh yeah…! C’mon, let’s do it, yes! Oh, it’s so hot…! Let’s have this fucking awesome cake and brutally luscious coffee. P.S.: Yesterday, I tried. Well, … um… well, it’s somewhat awesome and somewhat luscious…
Last week, he was still around, in a side street a couple of steps away from where I live. But now he is gone, maybe gone to the world where atoms and elements roam free and are not pressed into sheets… Continue Reading →
One of Sir Norman Foster’s masterpieces. The moment I saw it (long ago) I fell in love.
I think the aviation industry tries hard to make me laugh on Monday mornings. After the “We want Whisky” statement last week, there was another funny one today. We had a rough landing on an icy runway. The pilot announced:… Continue Reading →
I don’t understand this. I just don’t. Inspired by a youtube channel, set up by a professional organizer from Louisiana, and by my sister, who had recently parted from the majority of her beloved books to make room for new… Continue Reading →
♥ ♥ ♥ A very happy birthday to my beloved sister!! ♥ ♥ ♥ Following up on the first pop-up card I made, I thought about how to tailor the method in order to have bigger motives on the card and still not have… Continue Reading →
Recently in postcrossing, I was about to send a card and demanded a new address. The random address selector spit out Ryttylä, which is in Finland, approximately here: When I read the profile of the person who would receive my… Continue Reading →
