Christmas and especially the pre-Christmas season are personally very important to me. I love this conscious coming down, to light the candles, when it is dark outside and the inner reflection. But unfortunately leaves a life is not always possible to (increasingly rare) to find peace. The older I get, the greater – perceived – Problems and challenges come up to me. At the same time, however, solve songs like “Happy Xmas” John Lennon this longing for peace and Zuruhekommen from. The inner conflict is sometimes beautiful outwardly noticeable.

This year I've spent part of the holiday season with my sick dad. Where it is not about the what and when and how intensively, but the “it-is-now-non-releasable” Problem. I expect – naturally, because it's Christmas – that all ailments and even more of one or two doctor's visit(in) are solved. But forget it, that my dad for years or decades of severe diabetic and nothing has yet been solved simply. Once you have operated on him a piece of meat out, instead of the lipoma …

Only he's just my dad and it's Christmas. Even though I'm almost too old to believe in Father Christmas, he's still my dad, which should be strong and unyielding, to face the adversities of life. So I hope this small or large Christmas miracle, although I know, that it will be otherwise, just because, …

“Child-be” was great, because since the ratios are basically clarified, or should be,, but now a lot revolves around and I did not just my two successor but also 2 Foster children (because when Dad is sick, then meets the one after 40 Years all the more).

But who knows, maybe the Christ child really comes even to me, because I have this year helped very much – both when packing, Decorate Christmas tree, Papa doctor- and nursing home stays.

I know the concept of cover letters so only from the stories my grandmother and my father, especially when it comes to local shops Kreisler, Butcher or baker went. My own experience with a Kreisler were rather poor and were especially at a time, when I was still in school (Lower school) went there and bought my Naschsackerln or rolls had. In my memory remained, that the owners were always quite grumpy to us children.

Not so Mr. Amon – Butchers in 11. District in Neugebäude Castle – who let me write the same as the first customer. I had not added enough cash with, I had left forward, that there are a Debit card. Unfortunately, the mobile POS was just the driver of the catering services on the road and thus not accessible for me. To my question, where the next ATM is, said Mr. Amon, but that it is no problem, if i pay the next time. That was a very strange feeling, this trust, which he so into me – its customers – continued. And I was all the more unpleasant, and I offered to transfer to it, let me trigger … And yet, he assured me, that it would be really okay for him.

It is an appreciation, unfortunately in speed, in which we are traveling, often goes. In addition, its products are great, namely the best Kabanossi of all of Vienna (even less expensively than the supermarket and homemade). He smokes and selcht we ourselves also. Also, what more could you want?!

this year is so beautiful. This is on me, one could say. Maybe it's the diameter of well 60 cm, on my way binding (Combination of wire and connectors), or the combination of Seidenföhre, Ivy, Conifers and pine branches. But there are probably my hand-drawn stick candles from Norway. In wonderful taupe / nude and rosé and a price, made me falter briefly.

Only when plugging I had my problems. Because the candles were so beautiful and damned expensive, It was, of course, the goal is to get them as gently as possible on the Advent wreath. Was the lower surface of the candle 1 EUR size and intricacy of this candle went 40-50 cm up. 2 Men were thwarted by the heated wire and inserting into the candle. Was probably the ratio candle-price Hyperventilierenmeinerseits and large hands. So I took the whole thing in his hand and to candle 3 Everything went wonderfully … At the last candle I was probably too euphoric and broke at the bottom of a small piece of. What the H. and he did not discourage the BLACK!!!! took hot wire, my TAUPE!!!to cement-colored candle (because when the wax melts, then we Shut it …).

Now I have black spots on my candle wax, but screwed, so you can not see. But I also had the most wonderful moment of laughter this Christmas wreath tying with a wonderful abdominal muscles. That's why my Advent wreath is so beautiful, He is the, what should be this season: a collective product of a lot of love, Laughter, Togetherness and fun!

I have just completed the Band Aid versions of “Do they know it’s Christmas time” considered both in the New England by Bob Geldof, as well as the German version directed by and starring Campino. And has even surprised me about my German version much better liked than the English re-recording. Not only, that the German voices and convince own character, the interpretation was authentic.

Which I do not could, was the opening sequence in two videos, where a woman (dead?) has carried out of their own filth. What image will here give Mr. Geldof? It affects more than just down from the top. So I can more than understand the criticism of Mr Geldof.

But really hardcore yesterday was just a Christmas song in German … “Last year at Christmas I gave you my heart. But the very next day you gave it away again. To save me from tears, I'll give it to someone special this year …” and it was really traumarisierend, as there have been people, which could sing along. Apparently I was until yesterday the Christmas happiness hold …

If you like sitting together with friends and drinking a beer or two and we talk very openly about God and the world, comes the conversation at some point to the alleged urination. Just Beer is a driving factor here, not because of the alcohol.

And so we found, especially the women in the Round, that unfortunately “always” so is, that although it was on the toilet before leaving the premises, it is a few hundred meters further back so far, and wife again – namely really urgent – must. And in the best case, there is then the way a hotel in the woman quickly runs into or …
There is a hand toilet. Apparently at least. In my Google search first, I could find no evidence. But my friend knows a woman, has something. So I searched further and am about them!. On Amazon you can find the Ladybag on the go. A mobile disposable loo with 32 consistently positive customer reviews. No Hinhockerln between two cars more, no prancing Einbeintanzen and imagining of “I do not have anyway.”. The Internet has it all but I really wanted it but not know exactly. (Fucking female curiosity)