<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18191682</id><updated>2011-04-22T07:08:10.279+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Kleine Heldens World</title><subtitle type='html'>extracts of a german life</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kleineheldensworld.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18191682/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kleineheldensworld.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>kleineHelden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14534634229239433444</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Ep5rTxQ3BWw/R6YiK4Iyk7I/AAAAAAAAAAg/xE-LzT-a0K8/S220/IMG_1151a.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>26</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18191682.post-5674400967648876861</id><published>2007-03-09T21:25:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-03-09T21:35:04.870+01:00</updated><title type='text'>GD, I need help!</title><content type='html'>Yeah, I know it'b been a while isnce I've posted last. And to be honest, there is only one reason for this post:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I NEED HELP!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As some of you might know, I am not relly into computers or anything what has to do with it. I am happy knowing how to post a message. Any changes frighten me. And now THIS had to happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to sign in to my blogger accounts, with this great promise popping up that everything will be better, as soon as I will have changed to a google-account. So I am willing, and give it a try. The result??? I can not post on the "babes" blog anymore. (Nor do I know now how to do a link).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I am now asking my great and wise friend GD to help me. What do I have to do to to be able to post again. I have such a nice suprise which I would just love to tell you all about...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks in advance!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18191682-5674400967648876861?l=kleineheldensworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kleineheldensworld.blogspot.com/feeds/5674400967648876861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18191682&amp;postID=5674400967648876861&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18191682/posts/default/5674400967648876861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18191682/posts/default/5674400967648876861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kleineheldensworld.blogspot.com/2007/03/gd-i-need-help.html' title='GD, I need help!'/><author><name>kleineHelden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14534634229239433444</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Ep5rTxQ3BWw/R6YiK4Iyk7I/AAAAAAAAAAg/xE-LzT-a0K8/S220/IMG_1151a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18191682.post-116200545347082926</id><published>2006-10-28T04:51:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-10-28T05:17:33.483+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Some things just don't change</title><content type='html'>Days, weeks, moths have passed... and no posts from me. Generally busy, mostly nothing to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, back on another vacation in my favorite "hang out", too many familiar things are happening...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a frequent reader of this blog (ha, ha), you might remember my goodbyes to a certain person?!? And back then I really ment them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw him again, unplanned, and all old feelings are back. I HATE THIS!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How this could happen, you ask? I'll give you a short introduction:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During my visit here in good old Minnesota my sister had to go into the hospital. After her surgery noone felt it would be a good idea for her to return to a house full of children, foreign exchange student and family visitors. As our beloved mom was here for a visit in her own house, it was decided my sister should go there for recovery. Who took her? I did. Not knowning what, better who would be crossing my path once again. So we just arrived and it was proclaimed that we (my son and me) would stay for dinner. No problem. Until... I heard that there was another dinner guest to be expected. Of course, at that point I could hardly say I am leaving.  So I had to stay. See HIM again... &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;why&lt;/span&gt;, why, &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;why???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we had dinner. I was very cool and reserved. I did a wonderful job of not letting anyone know what my inside felt like (a caterpillar and butterflies having a party).  When dinner was over it was, thankfully, time for me to head back. (I really needed to get out of the house!)&lt;br /&gt;On my drive home I could not keep my mind off of him. And basically not since then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It sucks! And I hate myself for this! Why, after 17 years, is he still able to make me feel like a goddamn' teen? Since that day he appears in my dreams, day and night. I can not stop thinking. Analyzing my dreams... but not getting anywhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should call him. So we could talk. But I am even too nervous to do that (plus the fact that noone is answering the phone. Except the answering machine. To which I do not want to talk).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anybody know a good psychiatrist?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18191682-116200545347082926?l=kleineheldensworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kleineheldensworld.blogspot.com/feeds/116200545347082926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18191682&amp;postID=116200545347082926&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18191682/posts/default/116200545347082926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18191682/posts/default/116200545347082926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kleineheldensworld.blogspot.com/2006/10/some-things-just-dont-change.html' title='Some things just don&apos;t change'/><author><name>kleineHelden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14534634229239433444</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Ep5rTxQ3BWw/R6YiK4Iyk7I/AAAAAAAAAAg/xE-LzT-a0K8/S220/IMG_1151a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18191682.post-115395200079428557</id><published>2006-07-26T23:32:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-07-27T19:42:54.306+02:00</updated><title type='text'>July post</title><content type='html'>Just so that the month doesn´t pass without a post...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. FIRST NAME? &lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Helden, Kleine is really the last name ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;2. WERE YOU NAMED AFTER ANYONE? &lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Actually my mom says it was after a dutch princess. If only she would have known how I would turn out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;3. WHEN DID YOU LAST CRY? &lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Watching a TV commercial. Geez, since beeing a mom I am too close to tears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;4. DO YOU LIKE YOUR HANDWRITING? &lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;No, therefore I try to write in bold letters only.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE LUNCH MEAT? &lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;roasted honey turkey breast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;6. KIDS?&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt; Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;7. IF YOU WERE ANOTHER PERSON WOULD YOU BE FRIENDS WITH ME? &lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;How would I know. If I were another person would I have evered moved to the states? Would we have ever met???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;8. DO YOU HAVE A JOURNAL? &lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Right here. You´re reading it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;9. DO YOU USE SARCASM A LOT? &lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Oh NO, I would never ever dare to...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;10. DO YOU STILL HAVE YOUR TONSILS? &lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Nope. Ugly surgery, let me tell you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;11. WOULD YOU BUNGEE JUMP?&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;NO. Too afraid of hights. And I don´t believe it would cure me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;12. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE CEREAL?&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt; Special K red fruits&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. DO YOU UNTIE YOUR SHOES WHEN YOU TAKE THEM Off? &lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;No. Most of the time I wear shoes that, fortuneately, do not need to be untied. Only unzipped...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;14. DO YOU THINK YOU ARE STRONG? &lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Physically? No. But strong enough to carry the boy up to the 4th floor without an elevator.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;15. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE ICE CREAM FLAVOR? &lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Anything containing caramel and NO raisins!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;16. SHOE SIZE? &lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;39 (I have no idea what that converts to)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;17. RED OR PINK? &lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;None really. If I had to pick - pink.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;18. WHAT IS THE LEAST FAVORITE THING ABOUT YOURSELF? &lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;My (sometimes) short temper. And that I am a jealous person and judgmental. Hey, almost like PJ!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;19. WHO DO YOU MISS THE MOST?&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;My babes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;20. DO YOU WANT EVERYONE TO SEND THIS BACK TO YOU? &lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;N/A&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;21. WHAT COLOR PANTS AND SHOES ARE YOU WEARING?&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt; beige shorts, no shoes. It is late at night and still hot outside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;22. WHAT WAS THE LAST THING YOU ATE? &lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Ahoi brause teddys (sherbert teddys). We have NO chocolate in the house. Damn it!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;23. WHAT ARE YOU LISTENING TO RIGHT NOW? &lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;My neighbors on their balconies, drinking and laughing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;24. IF YOU WERE A CRAYON, WHAT COLOR WOULD YOU BE?&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt; Something green.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;25. FAVORITE SMELL? &lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;The ocean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;26. WHO WAS THE LAST PERSON YOU TALKED TO ON THE PHONE? &lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Mr. KH. He is still at work and wanted to say "good night".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;27. THE FIRST THING YOU NOTICE ABOUT PEOPLE YOU ARE ATTRACTED TO? &lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;The eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;28. DO YOU LIKE THE PERSON WHO SENT THIS TO YOU? &lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;It wasn´t really sent to me... But I love the person I copied it from!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;29. FAVORITE DRINK? &lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Call me lame, but bottled water. And coffee!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;30. FAVORITE SPORT? &lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Snowboarding. I should really move somewhere closer to mountains!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;31. EYE COLOR? &lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Blue&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;32. HAT SIZE?&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Who cares?!?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33. DO YOU WEAR CONTACTS? &lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;No, only glasses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;34. FAVORITE FOOD? &lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Chocolate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;35. SCARY MOVIES OR HAPPY ENDING? &lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Happy ending.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;36. LAST MOVIE YOU WATCHED AT THE MOVIES? &lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;I don´t remember the title. It was on my last visit to the US. Starring Reese Witherspoon nad some guy. She was in a coma and he moved into her apartment...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;37. WHAT COLOR SHIRT ARE YOU WEARING? &lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;white.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;38. SUMMER OR WINTER? &lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Hard to say. Both if the summer is nice and warm and the winter with lots of snow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;39. HUGS OR KISSES?&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt; They come together.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40. FAVORITE DESSERT? &lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Creme Brulee. And a really good Panna cotta!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;41. WHO IS LEAST LIKELY TO RESPOND? &lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;If I would send this to someone? I would never dare to! Therfore no answer possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;42. MOST LIKELY TO RESPOND? &lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;see above.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;43. WHAT BOOKS ARE YOU READING?&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt; None at the moment. Harry Potter was the last.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;44. WHAT'S ON YOUR MOUSE PAD? &lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;No mouse pad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;45. WHAT DID YOU WATCH ON TV LAST NIGHT? &lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Can´t remember. First the news and then... Must have been something very trivial ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;46. FAVORITE SOUNDS? &lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Waves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;47. ROLLING STONES OR BEATLES? &lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Beatles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;48. FURTHEST PLACE YOU HAVE BEEN FROM HOME? &lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;East: Hong Kong, West: California&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;49. WHAT'S YOUR SPECIAL TALENT?&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;I am not sure I have one. At least noe which comes to my mind...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;50. WHEN AND WHERE WERE YOU BORN? &lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;December 9th, 1972 in Greifswald, Germany&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;51. WHO SENT THIS TO YOU?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;If you´ve read. the above, you know the answer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;* I needed a change of color. The yellow looked like somebody vomited all over my blog. Hope this goes better... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18191682-115395200079428557?l=kleineheldensworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kleineheldensworld.blogspot.com/feeds/115395200079428557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18191682&amp;postID=115395200079428557&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18191682/posts/default/115395200079428557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18191682/posts/default/115395200079428557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kleineheldensworld.blogspot.com/2006/07/july-post.html' title='July post'/><author><name>kleineHelden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14534634229239433444</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Ep5rTxQ3BWw/R6YiK4Iyk7I/AAAAAAAAAAg/xE-LzT-a0K8/S220/IMG_1151a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18191682.post-115170260193142401</id><published>2006-06-30T23:10:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-06-30T23:23:21.953+02:00</updated><title type='text'>For all soccer-fans</title><content type='html'>No. In real life I hate soccer. I would never, ever go to the stadium to watch a game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But now it is different. The worldcup is actually taking place in Germany. And somehow the fever has taken control over me, too. I am still not going to the stadium (I need to save my money for a new pair of jeans, remember), but I do watch the games on the telly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And who would have ever thought that the German team would get as far as the semi-finals?!? Everybody said they wouldn´t even pass the qualificaion-round*. Yeah right, look at them now!! We have a German saying that fits just perfectly: " Tot gesagte leben laenger." Which basically means that the so-called dead live longer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am excited! I think I will now join my fellow Germans in celebrating.&lt;br /&gt;CHEERS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*Hey, sorry that the US team had to go home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18191682-115170260193142401?l=kleineheldensworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kleineheldensworld.blogspot.com/feeds/115170260193142401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18191682&amp;postID=115170260193142401&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18191682/posts/default/115170260193142401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18191682/posts/default/115170260193142401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kleineheldensworld.blogspot.com/2006/06/for-all-soccer-fans.html' title='For all soccer-fans'/><author><name>kleineHelden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14534634229239433444</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Ep5rTxQ3BWw/R6YiK4Iyk7I/AAAAAAAAAAg/xE-LzT-a0K8/S220/IMG_1151a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18191682.post-115092079320849648</id><published>2006-06-21T22:12:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-06-21T22:13:13.210+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Shopping blues</title><content type='html'>A recent post on &lt;a href="http://www.babesinblogland.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#aa77aa;"&gt;my babes &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;site enspired me to this post.&lt;br /&gt;There it is stated that shopping for make-up is a hatred thing, almost as bad as having to find a new bra, pair of jeans or swimsuit. And don´t I KNOW what that means!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unbelievably, but true, I have been searching for the &lt;em&gt;perfect&lt;/em&gt; jeans since april! (That was the month when my favorite pair of jeans started to disolve). And having put myself to a spending limit of $250, you would think this is an easy task. But no!! Either the jeans had the extrordinary price of $400 (and up), had a not-so-perfect-fit (even though the label states differently) or they just looked like sh.... I tried all sorts of trendy brands, i.e. seven, true religion, rock&amp;amp;republic, acne etc. and so on. Out of frustration I bought a pair which I now hardly wear. It will most likely rot in my closet until it will be handed to the red cross or the salvation army.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, I could just go and buy the same brand as I had before. But I thought I needed a change. I WANTED a change. Something new and fresh.*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now, almost three month later I still don´t have a new hot pair of jeans. Nor do I have a clue of where to find it. I guess that is the price one has to pay for too much vanity...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 85%"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*Especially now, since things are not working out so well with the new job. Which I didn´t know at the time I started the search. Which should not be relevant in such decisions anyway.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18191682-115092079320849648?l=kleineheldensworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kleineheldensworld.blogspot.com/feeds/115092079320849648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18191682&amp;postID=115092079320849648&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18191682/posts/default/115092079320849648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18191682/posts/default/115092079320849648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kleineheldensworld.blogspot.com/2006/06/shopping-blues.html' title='Shopping blues'/><author><name>kleineHelden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14534634229239433444</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Ep5rTxQ3BWw/R6YiK4Iyk7I/AAAAAAAAAAg/xE-LzT-a0K8/S220/IMG_1151a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18191682.post-114651829913721385</id><published>2006-05-01T21:56:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2006-05-03T20:10:20.176+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Changes and chances</title><content type='html'>As some might have heard, or read, I am out, working on some changes in my life. Not private ones, but career wise. They don´t have to take place immediately. Though sometime this year wouldn´t be bad.*&lt;br /&gt;It isn´t the fact that I do not enjoy my current job. Not at all. I love working there! I just have a feeling it isn´t getting me anywhere. And the working hours could be better... Plus the below mentioned fact. So therefore, I am keeping my eyes open for new opportunities. (If anyone has a job offer let me know!).&lt;br /&gt;One interview has allready taken place. Continental airlines. Great company. Cheap airfares for employees ;) Plus a few other very positive facts. Why my excitement isn´t roaring up high??? Three weeks of training. In NYC. Which would be cool and completley fantastic. If I could take the boy along. But knowing I would be away from him for three weeks gives me a slight heartache.&lt;br /&gt;I should hear their decision in the next couple of weeks. And until then I will not clog up my mind with the above...&lt;br /&gt;I also have another interview mid-may. For an insurance company. Don´t have any facts about my position yet. But of what I heard so far it doesn´t sound too bad. It could be in the staff department, controlling, distibution or marketing. And the working hours would be VERY good! With very good I mean family and daycare friendly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The reason for this might be that we are planing of having at least one more sibling for the boy and my current social insurance payment wouldn´t even cover our rent.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18191682-114651829913721385?l=kleineheldensworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kleineheldensworld.blogspot.com/feeds/114651829913721385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18191682&amp;postID=114651829913721385&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18191682/posts/default/114651829913721385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18191682/posts/default/114651829913721385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kleineheldensworld.blogspot.com/2006/05/changes-and-chances_01.html' title='Changes and chances'/><author><name>kleineHelden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14534634229239433444</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Ep5rTxQ3BWw/R6YiK4Iyk7I/AAAAAAAAAAg/xE-LzT-a0K8/S220/IMG_1151a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18191682.post-114337362586506404</id><published>2006-03-26T13:39:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-03-26T13:47:05.883+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Summertime</title><content type='html'>FYI: I hate "summertime".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No. Not the the time of the year when it is summer, dah. But the time when we have to turn our clock one hour ahead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waking up on a sunday morning, thinking of a quiet and peaceful breakfast with the family is a great thought. Noticing 2 minutes later that this is not to happen because hubby has ro rush to work is awful. Noticing 2 hours later that it way past noon and the day is almost over and NOTHING has been acomplished, sucks! Knowing that KH jun will NOT be in bed at his usual bedtime is dreadful. And considering the though of having to get up an hour earlier tomorrow morning... makes me want to go hide under my beadspread!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18191682-114337362586506404?l=kleineheldensworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kleineheldensworld.blogspot.com/feeds/114337362586506404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18191682&amp;postID=114337362586506404&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18191682/posts/default/114337362586506404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18191682/posts/default/114337362586506404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kleineheldensworld.blogspot.com/2006/03/summertime.html' title='Summertime'/><author><name>kleineHelden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14534634229239433444</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Ep5rTxQ3BWw/R6YiK4Iyk7I/AAAAAAAAAAg/xE-LzT-a0K8/S220/IMG_1151a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18191682.post-114323666789694881</id><published>2006-03-24T22:34:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-03-24T22:44:27.926+01:00</updated><title type='text'>R.I.P.</title><content type='html'>This post should have been written a long time ago. Probably about 4 days after my arrival (!) in the US. But as you can see from my last post, it´s been a while since I visited myself.  And it is not because I did not feel like writing. (Well maybe a little of that, too). But mainly because I kept having my big sister glance over my shoulder reading the things I was just writing and commenting it. (Something which can be really annoying. Even more so, when she starts reading mails for Mr. KH...). Sorry I am drifting off the subject which I intended to write about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to say my farewells, goodbyes and au revoirs to MR. HS. Why? Because that little *hmpf* did not call back after I spoke on his answering maschine. I mean he could have at least answered the call to say he is not interested in dinner. Or seeing me. But I think it is just lame to not call at all. Where have all the manners gone???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am I hurt? NO! Well maybe my pride,  a little. And, of course, I know it is for the better anyway. But still...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well Mr. HS. That´s it for you. Hope you have a nice life. R.I.P.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18191682-114323666789694881?l=kleineheldensworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kleineheldensworld.blogspot.com/feeds/114323666789694881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18191682&amp;postID=114323666789694881&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18191682/posts/default/114323666789694881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18191682/posts/default/114323666789694881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kleineheldensworld.blogspot.com/2006/03/rip.html' title='R.I.P.'/><author><name>kleineHelden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14534634229239433444</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Ep5rTxQ3BWw/R6YiK4Iyk7I/AAAAAAAAAAg/xE-LzT-a0K8/S220/IMG_1151a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18191682.post-114091320450446560</id><published>2006-02-26T00:51:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-02-26T01:20:05.026+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Travel pains</title><content type='html'>If you've happend to read my latest post on the babes site you may stop here and come back at another time. This post will be nothing more than a summary of my latest travel to the states.&lt;br /&gt;In the recent past (with recent I mean the last 10 years) I unfortuneately never arrived in in Minneapolis at the planned arrival time. It almost seems that there is a curse on me or the town...&lt;br /&gt;This time my flight out of Germany was late. But do to very strong tail winds and the captains great flying, we caught up time and arrived early in NYC. (Now that was a very unusual expierience for me). I went through immigrations (meeting another very "friendly" immigrations officer, which shall be told about at another time), which is a very time consuming procedure, then through customs, thinking "Wow, I actually don't have to rush to the next gate!", onlt to arrive at the gate and see my outgoing flight is delayed. So I now have another 2 (!) hours of time to kill. Something difficult if you travel on your own, but together with a two-year old, something almost not accomplishable. Especially considering the fact, that airports have no facilities for children. Not that I expect a playground or anything large than that. But maybe a tiny slide or something... I know what you're thinking, these germans have expectations one can hardly meet up to. And it's not as if you find these facilities at a german airport (or any other country I know of, or been to). But seriously, the airlines know that they have difficulties with their flights leaving on-time (even though EVERY airline will tell you something different, of course). So why don't they put a little tiny bit of money into the waiting comfort for passengers tavelling with children? It would help other travellers as well because it would reduce the bored, and therefore loud, children in the waiting area!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18191682-114091320450446560?l=kleineheldensworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kleineheldensworld.blogspot.com/feeds/114091320450446560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18191682&amp;postID=114091320450446560&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18191682/posts/default/114091320450446560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18191682/posts/default/114091320450446560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kleineheldensworld.blogspot.com/2006/02/travel-pains.html' title='Travel pains'/><author><name>kleineHelden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14534634229239433444</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Ep5rTxQ3BWw/R6YiK4Iyk7I/AAAAAAAAAAg/xE-LzT-a0K8/S220/IMG_1151a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18191682.post-114056045275693264</id><published>2006-02-21T23:15:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-02-21T23:23:35.443+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Like em!</title><content type='html'>I was just browsing and HAD to know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#eee9e9;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Snickers&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#fffafa"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatkindofcandyareyouquiz/snickers.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Nutty and gooey - you always satisfy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;a"&gt;What&lt;/a&gt; Kind of Candy Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18191682-114056045275693264?l=kleineheldensworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kleineheldensworld.blogspot.com/feeds/114056045275693264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18191682&amp;postID=114056045275693264&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18191682/posts/default/114056045275693264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18191682/posts/default/114056045275693264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kleineheldensworld.blogspot.com/2006/02/like-em.html' title='Like em!'/><author><name>kleineHelden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14534634229239433444</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Ep5rTxQ3BWw/R6YiK4Iyk7I/AAAAAAAAAAg/xE-LzT-a0K8/S220/IMG_1151a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18191682.post-114055989880297273</id><published>2006-02-21T23:07:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-02-21T23:11:38.856+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Countdown</title><content type='html'>3 more nights. 2 more days. 58 hours. 3480 minutes. 208800 seconds.&lt;br /&gt;Airplane to USA will take off. (Hopefully without delays)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18191682-114055989880297273?l=kleineheldensworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kleineheldensworld.blogspot.com/feeds/114055989880297273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18191682&amp;postID=114055989880297273&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18191682/posts/default/114055989880297273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18191682/posts/default/114055989880297273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kleineheldensworld.blogspot.com/2006/02/countdown.html' title='Countdown'/><author><name>kleineHelden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14534634229239433444</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Ep5rTxQ3BWw/R6YiK4Iyk7I/AAAAAAAAAAg/xE-LzT-a0K8/S220/IMG_1151a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18191682.post-114034369748470560</id><published>2006-02-19T11:05:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-02-19T11:13:10.476+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Bright Star</title><content type='html'>This result should have been on the comment list at HDD blog. But I figured it is time for a new post on this site... (so much to "new year resolutions...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You are a bright star soul&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#dddddd"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatkindofsoulareyouquiz/bright-star-soul.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Like a shining star, you have no trouble being the center of attention&lt;br /&gt;In fact, you often feel a bit hurt when all eyes aren't on you&lt;br /&gt;You need to be number one in everything, no matter how trivial&lt;br /&gt;And it's this ego that both hurts your confidence and helps you acheive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're dramatic and a powerhouse of pure energy&lt;br /&gt;You posess a divine quality or uniqueness that's hard to define&lt;br /&gt;A natural performer, it's likely you'll become famous in some circles.&lt;br /&gt;Just learn not to take everyone's reaction to you so personally!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Souls you are most compatible with: Newborn Soul and Prophet Soul&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;a"&gt;What&lt;/a&gt; Kind of Soul Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18191682-114034369748470560?l=kleineheldensworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kleineheldensworld.blogspot.com/feeds/114034369748470560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18191682&amp;postID=114034369748470560&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18191682/posts/default/114034369748470560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18191682/posts/default/114034369748470560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kleineheldensworld.blogspot.com/2006/02/bright-star.html' title='Bright Star'/><author><name>kleineHelden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14534634229239433444</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Ep5rTxQ3BWw/R6YiK4Iyk7I/AAAAAAAAAAg/xE-LzT-a0K8/S220/IMG_1151a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18191682.post-113967579417208882</id><published>2006-02-11T17:21:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-02-11T17:36:35.060+01:00</updated><title type='text'>What do you say?</title><content type='html'>I hate situations like todays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I, happy at work, looking forward to a fun afternoon with Mr. KH and boy KH, expecting nothing bad. Then. Good friend of mine comes in, all up in tears. After about 5 minutes of sobbing she finally calmes down enough to tell me what´s wrong. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;BIG&lt;/span&gt; fight with boyfriend. Packed some things and left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: speachless. What do you say in a situation like this? It´s not that I felt akward, it´s just that these things are not suppose to happen to close friends. And even though I am sure they will get their act together it sound so lame saying it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really don´t know. There is no perfect advise one can give. Especially only knowing one side of the story. Then again, do I want to know the other side? Do I really want to get involved? Usually the ones getting involved will be the bad ones in the end. And THAT´S something I do not want!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And how could I know what is best for her to do? What would be the best for them? To break up? What about hte child?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please let me never have a situation like this!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18191682-113967579417208882?l=kleineheldensworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kleineheldensworld.blogspot.com/feeds/113967579417208882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18191682&amp;postID=113967579417208882&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18191682/posts/default/113967579417208882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18191682/posts/default/113967579417208882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kleineheldensworld.blogspot.com/2006/02/what-do-you-say.html' title='What do you say?'/><author><name>kleineHelden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14534634229239433444</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Ep5rTxQ3BWw/R6YiK4Iyk7I/AAAAAAAAAAg/xE-LzT-a0K8/S220/IMG_1151a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18191682.post-113874392879715375</id><published>2006-01-31T22:41:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-01-31T22:45:28.813+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Rocky Road</title><content type='html'>Why? Why? Why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything is organized. Travel agent informed about travel plans. Friends informed about travel plans. Boss informed about travel plans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Excited and happy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Realize: baby KH´s passport expired :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have to get a new one! Don´t have much time. HAS to work out...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18191682-113874392879715375?l=kleineheldensworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kleineheldensworld.blogspot.com/feeds/113874392879715375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18191682&amp;postID=113874392879715375&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18191682/posts/default/113874392879715375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18191682/posts/default/113874392879715375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kleineheldensworld.blogspot.com/2006/01/rocky-road.html' title='Rocky Road'/><author><name>kleineHelden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14534634229239433444</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Ep5rTxQ3BWw/R6YiK4Iyk7I/AAAAAAAAAAg/xE-LzT-a0K8/S220/IMG_1151a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18191682.post-113827236901055989</id><published>2006-01-26T11:25:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-01-26T11:46:09.276+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Trivial decisions</title><content type='html'>I SO wanted to tell you all about my annoying customers. But yesterday I did not have to work. And on tuesday they all were nice. Mostly.&lt;br /&gt;Except this one lady who wanted to start a discussion about the weaning spoon. If it really is not made out of stiff plastic, but soft silicon. And if that on the other hand is not dangerous. She heard, and read(!) , that babys can bite huge chunks out of things made of silicon. And they might choke on that, you know... Have you EVER had your baby bite huge chunks of anything, besides sweets?? Mine certainly has not. Especially not a spoon. But then again, I do not let him run around all day with a spoon in his mouth.&lt;br /&gt;But that was not what I wanted to write about today. I have made a decision. After hours and hours of thinking, calculating and valuation I have decided:&lt;br /&gt;We will spend our next holiday in Monticello.* &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(Did I just hear a little "YEAH" from GD??)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My financial director is still a little worried. (This is the right side of my mind) But I told "him" that going snowboarding in the alps would be just as expensive. And it would only be for a week. Not 2 1/2! And staying home is not an option!&lt;br /&gt;So travel plans will look like the following:&lt;br /&gt;Flight out 24th of February. Arriving sometime in the afternoon. Heading back 14th or 15th of March, with a 1 - 2 day break in NYC. Cool?? Jealous? Good!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and BTW. I will be gone for the weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*For those who do not know where this is: MN, USA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18191682-113827236901055989?l=kleineheldensworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kleineheldensworld.blogspot.com/feeds/113827236901055989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18191682&amp;postID=113827236901055989&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18191682/posts/default/113827236901055989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18191682/posts/default/113827236901055989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kleineheldensworld.blogspot.com/2006/01/trivial-decisions.html' title='Trivial decisions'/><author><name>kleineHelden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14534634229239433444</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Ep5rTxQ3BWw/R6YiK4Iyk7I/AAAAAAAAAAg/xE-LzT-a0K8/S220/IMG_1151a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18191682.post-113796721621962007</id><published>2006-01-22T22:46:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-01-22T23:00:18.233+01:00</updated><title type='text'>I need a life!</title><content type='html'>I am a bore. Nothing exciting ever happens in my life. I have no fantastic news to write about.&lt;br /&gt;My life consists of working, cooking, cleaning and sleeping.&lt;br /&gt;At the beginning of this month I was in good hopes. I was truely ready to change my habbits. To work on my writing skills. To do more interesting things, besides the ones already mentioned.&lt;br /&gt;But NO. It is all still the same.&lt;br /&gt;I think I will blame the TV. It robs the last bit of energy I might still have in me  at the end of the day. Seriously.  I come home, get the boy ready for bed, have dinner and then? Sit in front of the TV and do NOTHING. The next day I can´t even tell what I watched. Clearly you can see: the TV kills my brains.&lt;br /&gt;I wonder. If I lived in the States. I could probably sew the TV companies for killing my brain cells. I could make a fortune. Unfortunately I live in Germany where you can not have these kind of legal fights.&lt;br /&gt;I should move.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18191682-113796721621962007?l=kleineheldensworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kleineheldensworld.blogspot.com/feeds/113796721621962007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18191682&amp;postID=113796721621962007&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18191682/posts/default/113796721621962007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18191682/posts/default/113796721621962007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kleineheldensworld.blogspot.com/2006/01/i-need-life.html' title='I need a life!'/><author><name>kleineHelden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14534634229239433444</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Ep5rTxQ3BWw/R6YiK4Iyk7I/AAAAAAAAAAg/xE-LzT-a0K8/S220/IMG_1151a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18191682.post-113611416340072298</id><published>2006-01-01T11:48:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-01-01T12:16:03.436+01:00</updated><title type='text'>All alone</title><content type='html'>First of all: "Happy new year to you. All the best for 2006."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you have a graet new years eve? We (man &amp; me) met with friends, had some wonderful food, champagne at midnight and had fun. Maybe it wasn´t the greatest party but it wasn´t a bore either. For us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The best though, is the fact that I am all alone right now!! The kid is at grandmas, the man at work. Which meant for me: sleeping long, having a cup of coffee in bed with thoughts just drifting off, nothing to are about. Fantastic! Oh, now please don´t get the imression that I don´t like my little, and big, boy around me. I do, really I do. But once in a while it is very relaxing to just have time on your hands where you don´t have to worry about a thing (like back in those single days). *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I finally persuaded myself to get out of bed, I got myself another hot cup of coffee and turened on the computer. Since then I´ve been browsing in HDD archives (wondering HOW she actually found all those wonderful blog friends of hers) and noticing that I still have some do´s from 2005. I herewith solemny swear I will do them! Within the next month (or so).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While browsing I found out that I am very liberal! Maybe too liberal... ( If you are bored by now, just leave)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Political profile:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Overall:&lt;/strong&gt; 15% Conservative / 85% Liberal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Social issues:&lt;/strong&gt; 50% Conservative / 50% Liberal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Personal responsibility&lt;/strong&gt;: 0% Conservative / 100% Liberal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fiscal issues:&lt;/strong&gt; 0% Conservative / 100% Liberal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ethics:&lt;/strong&gt; 0% Conservative / 100% Liberal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Defense &amp; Crime:&lt;/strong&gt; 25% Conservative / 75% Liberal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WOW, have I  been voting for wrong party in the past...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O.K. I don´t want to take up anymore of your precious time. Therefore I will come to an end, and maybe go back to bed for another couple of hours, read, have more coffee and drowse until my two men are back. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once again: "HAPPY NEW YEAR"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;* Which I seriously do NOT want back!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18191682-113611416340072298?l=kleineheldensworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kleineheldensworld.blogspot.com/feeds/113611416340072298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18191682&amp;postID=113611416340072298&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18191682/posts/default/113611416340072298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18191682/posts/default/113611416340072298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kleineheldensworld.blogspot.com/2006/01/all-alone.html' title='All alone'/><author><name>kleineHelden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14534634229239433444</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Ep5rTxQ3BWw/R6YiK4Iyk7I/AAAAAAAAAAg/xE-LzT-a0K8/S220/IMG_1151a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18191682.post-113603245311685234</id><published>2005-12-31T13:23:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-12-31T13:34:13.130+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Guten Rutsch!!</title><content type='html'>Babes will have a deja-vu when reading the title. And visitors of the babes... Sorry for that. Blame it on my brain deadness I am feeling towards the end of the year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you have your new year resolutions ready?&lt;br /&gt;One of mine is to become a better and more creative blogger. My greatest models: GD &amp; HDD! I love visiting them. I, of course, could blame it on the fact that I am composing in english, which is NOT my native tongue. And since it is more almost 20 (!!) years ago* that I lived there, one might understand. I hope. And thanks if you do.&lt;br /&gt;I belive my mentioned brain deadness is not helping either. Hope it heals soon ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway. I wanted to wish everybody "einen guten Rutsch ins neue Jahr und ein gluecklichen 2006"**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love to everyone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;* NOW I am feeling old, very, very  old&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;** = have a good slide into the new year and a happy 2006&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18191682-113603245311685234?l=kleineheldensworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kleineheldensworld.blogspot.com/feeds/113603245311685234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18191682&amp;postID=113603245311685234&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18191682/posts/default/113603245311685234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18191682/posts/default/113603245311685234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kleineheldensworld.blogspot.com/2005/12/guten-rutsch.html' title='Guten Rutsch!!'/><author><name>kleineHelden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14534634229239433444</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Ep5rTxQ3BWw/R6YiK4Iyk7I/AAAAAAAAAAg/xE-LzT-a0K8/S220/IMG_1151a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18191682.post-113580908720825491</id><published>2005-12-28T23:18:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-12-28T23:31:27.226+01:00</updated><title type='text'>New Year Plans</title><content type='html'>I am clueless. Clueless of what to do new years eve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hm. Is "new years eve" the correct denotation? Is "new years eve" not the night of January 1st? And if that is so, what do you say to December 31st? "Last night of the year"?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So do you have plans for the last night of the year? I don´t. I am still wondering why I have to do something special. Why can´t I just go to bed early and wake up the next morning without a bad conscience. Why do I  pressure myself into this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course I do enjoy the fireworks. And I also wouldn´t mind having a nice fondue...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18191682-113580908720825491?l=kleineheldensworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kleineheldensworld.blogspot.com/feeds/113580908720825491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18191682&amp;postID=113580908720825491&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18191682/posts/default/113580908720825491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18191682/posts/default/113580908720825491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kleineheldensworld.blogspot.com/2005/12/new-year-plans.html' title='New Year Plans'/><author><name>kleineHelden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14534634229239433444</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Ep5rTxQ3BWw/R6YiK4Iyk7I/AAAAAAAAAAg/xE-LzT-a0K8/S220/IMG_1151a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18191682.post-113555107028365702</id><published>2005-12-25T23:36:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-12-25T23:51:10.300+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Merry X-mas to everyone!</title><content type='html'>I wish everybody a very merry x-mas!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lately I was busy with the x-mas preperations. Besides having to go to work almost ever day I baked some cookies, wrote the wish list to santa, cleaned the place, baught a x-mas tree (it is german tradition to have a real tree), went grocery shopping etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the night before x-mas eve I decorated the tree (it is also german tradition to not have the tree up before the 24th) and helped my hubby with the dinner preperations for the next evening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally: X-mas eve! It was wonderful. To see the childs glowing eyes when seeing the x-mas tree for the first time. To find a pile of presents, left by Santa, under the tree. And the fun of opening them all!! (Another german tradition, opening presents on x-mas eve) Those are the moments where childhood memories come up and make one feel warm around the heart.&lt;br /&gt;We had a delicious dinner. Duck, red cabbage and caramelized potatoes. For desert: ris alamande (rice with almonds - VERY, VERY good!!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afterwards I felt like a stuffed duck! But a very happy stuffed duck!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18191682-113555107028365702?l=kleineheldensworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kleineheldensworld.blogspot.com/feeds/113555107028365702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18191682&amp;postID=113555107028365702&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18191682/posts/default/113555107028365702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18191682/posts/default/113555107028365702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kleineheldensworld.blogspot.com/2005/12/merry-x-mas-to-everyone.html' title='Merry X-mas to everyone!'/><author><name>kleineHelden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14534634229239433444</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Ep5rTxQ3BWw/R6YiK4Iyk7I/AAAAAAAAAAg/xE-LzT-a0K8/S220/IMG_1151a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18191682.post-113390486088785197</id><published>2005-12-06T22:31:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-12-07T07:33:27.223+01:00</updated><title type='text'>I had a dream...</title><content type='html'>I can´t get it all together, but it made my day a little brighter. That dream about my highschool crush and me...&lt;br /&gt;Is it bad having dreams about somebody else then your hubby??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18191682-113390486088785197?l=kleineheldensworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kleineheldensworld.blogspot.com/feeds/113390486088785197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18191682&amp;postID=113390486088785197&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18191682/posts/default/113390486088785197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18191682/posts/default/113390486088785197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kleineheldensworld.blogspot.com/2005/12/i-had-dream.html' title='I had a dream...'/><author><name>kleineHelden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14534634229239433444</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Ep5rTxQ3BWw/R6YiK4Iyk7I/AAAAAAAAAAg/xE-LzT-a0K8/S220/IMG_1151a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18191682.post-113275446510450064</id><published>2005-11-23T14:33:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-11-23T21:50:37.240+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Not 20 anymore...</title><content type='html'>This past weekend I finally managed to free myself of my family (for the night) and went out with a friend. Oh, we had a fantastic time. First a nice dinner at the italian place, afterwards we went to a friends birthday party and last we ended up in a disco.&lt;br /&gt;Then at around 4:00 o´clock (yes, a.m.) I decided it was time for me to go home. Of course I didn´t leave until 30 minutes later, had to drive for another 30 minutes and was desperate for a shower before I finally ended up in my bed, at 5:30 a.m. (Other people get up at this time!)&lt;br /&gt;At 8:00 o´clock the night is over. My son wanted to read and play. The dad didn´t have the persuasive power to change the childs mind or the desire to get up himself. So I get up.&lt;br /&gt;Couldn´t nap as we had guests for lunch, afternoon and early evening (every other weekend we are on our own, except THIS sunday).&lt;br /&gt;All in all, I got very little sleep. And today we have wednesday, and I still haven´t recovered. Which makes me ask myself: was the night out really worth it??? I remember 10 years ago all this partying and no sleep was no problem. But NOW???&lt;br /&gt;I guess I am getting old. And boring... No more party animal in me :(&lt;br /&gt;Well, maybe... I DID have fun!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18191682-113275446510450064?l=kleineheldensworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kleineheldensworld.blogspot.com/feeds/113275446510450064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18191682&amp;postID=113275446510450064&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18191682/posts/default/113275446510450064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18191682/posts/default/113275446510450064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kleineheldensworld.blogspot.com/2005/11/not-20-anymore.html' title='Not 20 anymore...'/><author><name>kleineHelden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14534634229239433444</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Ep5rTxQ3BWw/R6YiK4Iyk7I/AAAAAAAAAAg/xE-LzT-a0K8/S220/IMG_1151a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18191682.post-113156812719338784</id><published>2005-11-09T21:24:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-11-09T21:39:00.473+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Family Affairs</title><content type='html'>Can anybody tell me why mothers and daughters ALWAYS seem to end up in arguments?? Or is it just my mother and me??&lt;br /&gt;So the two men in my life (hubby and son) and me plan a weekend trip to my mom. Expected to have a relaxing time, close to the baltic sea, enjoying the last days of sunny weather. And then what happens? First day goes well, second day starts wonderful goes on even better only to end up with arguments at night!&lt;br /&gt;And it´s not as if we had different opinions. No, whe just seem to speak two different languages. That is the only explanation I have. Really!&lt;br /&gt;The saddest thing though, is that we drift oft and become very personal. Which really is NOT helpful for a harmonious relationship. Last sentence: "You may call me old-fashioned but I am very dissapointed that you have not asked my daughter to marry you."&lt;br /&gt;WHAT?!? How did he end up in this? No answer. Seriously, it had nothing to do with the things we "talked" about before. And did she ever think of the fact that I might not want to get married again... at least not yet!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18191682-113156812719338784?l=kleineheldensworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kleineheldensworld.blogspot.com/feeds/113156812719338784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18191682&amp;postID=113156812719338784&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18191682/posts/default/113156812719338784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18191682/posts/default/113156812719338784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kleineheldensworld.blogspot.com/2005/11/family-affairs.html' title='Family Affairs'/><author><name>moritzpls</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18191682.post-113093953325757147</id><published>2005-11-02T14:33:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-11-02T14:52:13.266+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Future plans</title><content type='html'>Oh, planning your vacations for the coming up year can be so annoying! At htis time of year I hate the fact that I have 6 weeks payed (!) vacation. All those things one has to consider: where to go, when to go, day-care vacation etc.&lt;br /&gt;So you sit down with your hubby, better-half or what ever you want to call him, who also has 6 weeks vacation to plan, think it all out, just to find out that certain times don´t work out because your co-workers want to take their vacation at the same time! So you sit down with them to work it out, are all happy and then?!? Most certain the new plans  will colide with HIS co-workers...&lt;br /&gt; In the end you will end up with off days you don´t want, and don´t need.&lt;br /&gt;Of course once you thought it all through, you most likely will find out that the dates are just wonderful, they couldn´t be better and you feel all happy. That´s the point where you thank the german government and social system for the 6 weeks payed vacation. If not then, latest when you are on your holiday, laying on a white sandy beach, lots of sunshine with a drink in your hand... payed by your company ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18191682-113093953325757147?l=kleineheldensworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kleineheldensworld.blogspot.com/feeds/113093953325757147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18191682&amp;postID=113093953325757147&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18191682/posts/default/113093953325757147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18191682/posts/default/113093953325757147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kleineheldensworld.blogspot.com/2005/11/future-plans.html' title='Future plans'/><author><name>moritzpls</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18191682.post-113041110208440258</id><published>2005-10-27T12:53:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-10-27T13:05:02.093+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Why?</title><content type='html'>Now maybe someone can help me. Why is it, that when you live in a good working relationship, you do things that mean trouble?&lt;br /&gt;For me, I started to write emails to my first love. I know it is amazing that I actually still know WHO he is, AND that I have his email adress. Yes, he answers. Otherwise it wouldn´t be a problem, would it???&lt;br /&gt;Of course, so far it is just bla, bla. Combined with a few memories. But what if it becomes to ambiguous? Will I be able to stop? Will I WANT to stop?&lt;br /&gt;Or will I keep telling myself he lives to far away to be a problem?&lt;br /&gt;For now I know: I don´t want to stop. Resume: here comes trouble, or not??&lt;br /&gt;Who knows?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18191682-113041110208440258?l=kleineheldensworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kleineheldensworld.blogspot.com/feeds/113041110208440258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18191682&amp;postID=113041110208440258&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18191682/posts/default/113041110208440258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18191682/posts/default/113041110208440258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kleineheldensworld.blogspot.com/2005/10/why.html' title='Why?'/><author><name>moritzpls</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18191682.post-113006760575029801</id><published>2005-10-23T13:36:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-10-23T13:40:05.756+02:00</updated><title type='text'>My first time</title><content type='html'>So, I have finally done it. My first OWN blog. I will try to write frequently... To keep you all up to date.&lt;br /&gt;Do I need to introduce myself? I really don´t know... Read my profile and visit this blog and I guess you´ll know all about me soon enough.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18191682-113006760575029801?l=kleineheldensworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kleineheldensworld.blogspot.com/feeds/113006760575029801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18191682&amp;postID=113006760575029801&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18191682/posts/default/113006760575029801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18191682/posts/default/113006760575029801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kleineheldensworld.blogspot.com/2005/10/my-first-time.html' title='My first time'/><author><name>moritzpls</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
