St. Mary's Basilica, Kraków at 7 am

He's going to make her feel like she's the only woman in the world. When he looks at her, it'll be just like a kid looks at a Christmas tree all lit up and shiny. For the first time, she'll feel like she's really been seen and really loved.

ADDICTED TO LOVE (1997)


Wishing you one of those under your Christmas tree :)

Conspiracy theory

Certain things can happen only in certain latitudes. Like the yesterday's call from the manager of the company I was travelling to Bulgaria. So, he called and asked whether I was packed and excited about going home… Yup, that’s what he asked! I had no doubts that the small talk served as a prelude and that he didn’t decide to call all the 50 passengers to wish them safe journey & merry Christmas. After a couple of minutes of sweet chatting he reached the crux of the matter and asked me to count the passengers. Why? Because he suspected that the bus drivers were selling extra tickets without reporting it to the company. As a matter of fact I could tell him in advance that his suspicions are accurate, but why spoiling the fun of feeling an agent for a while? As I said, some things happen only in the Balkans…

From now on you can reach me on my new cell number: 007 and don’t look for me – I’ll find you.

Confessions of a plant killer

The pangs of conscience are unbearable and excruciating! I’m a horrible person! I killed Hose, my Mexican cactus-friend! I really can’t figure out how did I let it happen. When I bought him a month ago the florist said that I shouldn’t water the cactus and keep it away from humidity. But I am smarter than some florist, I KNOW that plants have to be watered. Right? Right! I watered him once & nothing unusual happened and two weeks later after the second watering again everything seemed fine. Time proved it was too early to triumph over the florist. The third time finished with a catastrophe. Hose got mouldy and started withering away. It has been 2 days that he is lying under my desk lamp and my heart is tearing. Friends say he won’t make it but I hope he will. I really feel guilty because I totally fell in love with this little guy. It’s heartbreaking and unfair that we will never listen again to the Mexican hymn together…

Hasta la vista Hose!


P.S. Do you think I will be a lousy mother since I managed to kill a cactus in a month? I know that my mum is absolutely convinced of this…

I hate Christmas!

Ok, I don’t, it was just a trick to get your attention ;) I love the idea of spending time with the family around a shining artificial Christmas tree (what’s the point in cutting a tree and throwing it away after 2 weeks???), catching up, overeating, overspending, getting & giving presents, decorating etc. Since, according to all shops` advertising campaigns the holidays are already here I decided to have a nice long walk in the beautifully decorated city center. I am a big fan of handmade glass balls, earrings, necklaces, useless bits and pieces so the Cracow Christmas Market seemed the place for me. Well, crucial mistake, trust me! You really cannot imagine that many people in one place! Year after year, this is the time that absolutely everybody are out, hunting for sales and it will last till the after-season bargains in January. Welcome to the Christmas Psychosis 2008! I was stepped on, pushed, nudged, you name it. And it was even worse – I was forced to do the same things, to elbow my way through to see anything! Total insanity! And although I find pleasure in the simple act of walking and staring at cool gadgets, this time it was hell. Since a second round would be mortal I just bought the first things I came across. Thoughtful, huh?

Oh, if only online shopping provided half the fun of a real one :)

The ultimate battle

Let's face the facts: more often than not, women hold all the cards :) We just know how to use our charm, sexuality, evil mind, flirtatious behavior or whatever you’re going to call it to get what we want. We just put a smile on our face or give the sad look of an innocent puppy that has just made a poo on your couch and voila. Luckily, men cannot find a vaccine since prehistory.

All owners of the XX chromosomes: Watch and learn:
All owners of the XY chromosomes: Watch and beware:

housewife?!?!? grrr!

Knock, knock. „Oh, you are here. I thought you would be in the kitchen.” Can you think of a worst greeting a boyfriend could say to his darling after being away for 3 days?
As a matter of fact I saw that coming. What was I thinking to look for new tasty recipes and prepare him fabulous suppers every time he was coming back from a weekend at home?!?!?! It was after my dad told me that I’m spoiling my boyfriend that I realized it was really so. Therefore today I didn’t cook anything with the hope to prove myself wrong. As you see, I didn’t… So meet me - the unmarried living alone housewife*! Any ideas how did I let it happen? Why am I taken for granted?

*on the other hand mistress is totally the position I see myself in :)


P.S. A couple of minutes after I posted the note, he came with homemade chips for us:) This act of kindness pacified slightly my mood :)

loneliness

That’s never been a scary word for me. I’ve always considered myself as the lonely type, the one that enjoys being alone with his/her thoughts, that doesn’t feel the need of new acquaintances. Don’t get me wrong – but simply as much as I love to be with my family & friends, I love being alone from time to time. Interesting book, huge comfy sweater, woolen socks, aromatic tea, cookies -> that’s one of my favorite ways of spending a Saturday morning.
Last weekend I realized how tough it is when you have nobody to talk to, but not because you’ve chosen to be so. Everybody was gone for the holidays, absolutely nobody to go to, my parents were away, everybody simply out of reach, total family & friends blackout. Horrifying! Somehow I survived this 3 days and I hope I’m not scared for life ;) So, on one hand because I was afraid of lonely-weekend-part II and on the other hand because I didn’t want my living alone grandma to have such I decided to visit her. Tears are coming when I recall our conversation about how scary it is to be unaccompanied, to have nobody to talk to except the dog, how it is to make yourself tea when you are sick, how it is to hear only your footsteps, only your breath. I hope I’ll never learn the true meaning of it.