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Forgive the bastards…

In the past I dealt with Bastards forever. If someone played bad games or hurt me I got made a very long time. Then one day I heard that thing called Karma and I thought about it again…a re-check is never a bad thing.

And after the check I decided to forgive the bastards because of love or I found a blessing religion… Not at all!! I did it because of pure egoism.you know to forgive people is incredible good for blood  pressure and believe me it cost you less pimples because being angry and frustrated it bad for your skin. Anger gives you wrinkles and keeping disappointments can be really affected your heart. 

But the biggest reason is the only person you really punish with it is yourself.

You sitting in prison of your miserable feelings and your enemies probably enjoy their life in the meantime.

You will ruin your days and the bastards don’t even know about.

What a ridiculous imagination to think about. you feel bad and the bastard feels fine.

So let’s learn how to forgive people and never forget: “God sees everyone” :-)

And think how much great time you get back in the next minute by stopping lamenting about he sort of people we all meet from time to time.

The bastards we all meet in life and some of them hurt us a great deal but to be mad and sad for years only helps doctors and rehabs because it makes us sick and depressed.

Wouldn’t it be much more elegant to smile an honest smile at the guy who hurt you years ago and you meet again by chance in a bar…..with your new and much more attractive partner next to youJ

Believe me, be happy in your life that is a thing your enemies will detest most.

Damian brought Elvis back to me

Quite soon after I became a fan seven years ago I figured out Damian is a huge Elvis fan

And that brought some great memories back besides the fact that I love people

With an more old fashioned taste of music like oldies and jazz or some classic once in while

Of course mixed with some cool music from today….but back to Elvis

My Dad was a huge Elvis fan he loved Oldies in general because it was the music of his life

And I grew up with Elvis and the Beatles and not so much with the music of my generation  

Because music was a thing we shared since we had not the easiest relationship

I always loved our music moments, light and funny and filled with memories of his youth

And first love…I enjoyed it every time because my Dad was a great storyteller and

Very lively in his explanations and he had a quite wild youth so I loved listening to him

We had two continuing situations where we had our Daddy girl moments

The first one was when we were alone at home and Dad had enough time

to spend some time with me, then we took the old record player and sat down

on the floor and listened to Elvis the Beatles or others and after a while he started talking

and I felt warm and cosy and the music was always a huge part of it.

The other situation was in the car….I have no drivers licence but I love driving in a car

I am the best front seat passenger ever!!

I am always relaxed and happy in a car and a sunny day with the music on I could drive

a whole day.

Daddy and I had a Sunday evening tradition whenever he was at home.

For an hour we were driving through Cologne without a destination but with load music

and sang together probably not very good but awfully load J

it was the most happiest time of the week for me because Dad was happy I was happy

and the two of us had a light funny time but we were so close.

We talked about daily stuff as well as good old memories from him.

Since Dad is gone that is the thing I most miss about him and our relationship.

So when I became a Damian fan and found out about his love for Elvis and his music

It was something that touched me because of my private past and until today

I love Damian`s enthusiasm about Elvis and love it when he interpret a song or

Dance or both like the sensational Karaoke from last year…I love it

And for me definitely another reason to be a fan….just another reason…

  

Forgive the bastards…

Forgive the bastards…

In the past I was dealing with Bastards forever. If someone played bad games or hurt me I got mad  a very long time. Then one day I heard that thing called Karma and I thought about it again…a re-check is never a bad thingJ

And after the check I decided to forgive the bastards.because of love or I found a blessing religion…

Not at all!! I did it because of pure egoism.you know to forgive people is incredible good for blood  pressure and believe me it cost you less pimples because being angry and frustrated it bad for your skin. Anger gives you wrinkles and keeping disappointments can be really affected your heart.

But the biggest reason is the only person you really punish with it is yourself.

You sitting in prison of your miserable feelings and your enemies probably enjoy their life in the meantime.

You will ruin your days and the bastards don’t even know about.

What a ridiculous imagination to think about. you feel bad and the bastard  feels fine.

So let’s learn how to forgive people and never forget: “God sees everyone” J))

And think how much great time you get back in the next minute by stopping lamenting about

The sort of people we all meet from time to time.

The bastards we all meet in life and some of them hurt us a great deal but to be mad and sad for years only helps doctors and rehabs because it makes us sick and depressed.

Wouldn’t it be much more elegant to smile an honest smile at the guy who hurt you years ago and you meet again by chance in a bar…..with your new and much more attractive partner next to youJ

Believe me, be happy in your life that is a thing your enemies will detest most.

If something makes you happy…don t let it go

To be honest with you the last weeks were quite tough most of all for my blog girls.

Sometimes in life you reach a point where you make kind of analysis about your life and you have to confess that you are not happy about certain things.

Upper Class..the Column

When I started to interest myself for Great Britain it was quite clear I couldn’t avoid to get closer to a phenomenon called upper class.

These two words comes often with a report about Damian Lewis, if not directly than for sure wrapped in a sentence about the fact that Damian is an old Etonian for a German that sounds  posh and smells like the cliché of the stiff upper lip and to be honest with you I always found the whole topic a little bit scary because it transports a kind of guardedness and that is miles away from my own character so I was a bit afraid of seeing Damian Lewis for the first time truly hoping he wouldn’t be like Soames :)

Being Childish

A week ago I was with my dog in the park nearby, the sun was shining it was a beautiful

late summer day and I had my MP3 player in my ears and without recognizing it really

I was singing out loud…I passed a bank with three people on it and they had looking at me as if I came straight from another planet.

 And I came from another planet…the planet where even a grown up can be childish sometimes. Those three people had no understanding for an adult who’s is singing loud in a park. Because that is not the right behaviour for a grown up person.

A child is allowed to show a zest for life a grown-up has to act sensible.

“don’t be so childish”   “ you behaving childish “  the word childish has  a bad taste in most of the meanings  and I don t understand why .

Being childish means for me being like a child.

I love singing in the park, dancing in the street, make silly jokes or throw flour at my best friend during our poor try to make pasta the other day.

I go out when it rains because I love walking in the rain and I can be happy like a little kid when my Mum surprises me with my favourite ice-cream.

I was happy for weeks after I met Damian Lewis for the first time, went through my life like little kid who got the best Christmas gifts ever.   

I am extreme when I am in love  with something and at the moment so much is happening in my life and I enjoy every minute like a child. With all senses and a big smile!!

I can be so childish …when I be in a shop and shouldn’t buy the certain shirt but do it anyway…

And when I go for two holidays in one month. That is completely childish because I was not on holidays for years except day trips to see Damian Lewis but not a” be more than one day in a hotel trip” and enjoy yourself….because I was very grown up the recent years and I was not very happy with it. Now I take care of my inner child and listen to the little SabrinaJ

I go for a wonderful trip to Cheltenham with y blog sisters and afterwards for a trip with my best friend. The first holiday ever with my best friend because he insisted after years of friendship.

The grown up had never agreed to both trips because it costs money….

And what if my washing machine breaks or my dog become sick or I break my arm and can’t work…or or or….

The child thinks: I don t care.my life is now. I will collect wonderful memories I can keep forever!!

We will laughing, singing and being happy together and will develop an even stronger bond and for sure I will be childish with my blog sisters and with my best friend.

We will do silly jokes as well as great talks. And I will enjoy every minute and the little Sabrina inside will do a happy dance and will be totally satisfied. That’s worth a little insecure.

 So I normally hate unasked advices but today I am the one who give you one:

Go for a walk next time when it starts to rain, sing not only in the shower, do one of these things a serious and responsible friend or colleague  would never do because its childlike and next time you see a little kids in a sandbox join them...your inner child will be very happy!!