Tuesday, June 17, 2014

Go devils!

World cup fever is at fever pitch here in Belgium. It is the first time since 2002 that we managed to qualify and we might just be in there with a chance to win the whole thing. 

Proof:





As it often does sport has managed to get the whole country united for once and everywhere you go there are flags hanging up.  

I just hope that the games goes according to plan tonight (6:00 pm Brussels local time) Belgium vs Algeria.

Not to be outdone by the likes of Pitbull we have our own world cup song by Stomae (loved by both the French and Flemish speakers, another first).





our pub - the Bru House


Wednesday, June 4, 2014

Four weddings and a funeral and Pain

Yesterday ...


You know the start of Four weddings and a funeral? 



It was something like that in our house yesterday. 

I woke up 5 minutes after we should have left the house!

Miracle of all miracles we all made it out the door, the kids got to school with time to spare & I managed to make it to the office only 5 minutes late for my 9:00 meeting. In fact, I got to work at 9:00 but I still had to log-on and get some coffee into myself.

Today ...


I'm pretty sure that someone of 90 can move faster and smoother than me today. I hurt, all over! Seriously, it even hurts between my ribs. I think my toes, fingers and ears might be the only part of me hurting.

I have finally gotten to that point where I can't stand the way I look I actually started doing something about it. 

I've owned the Jillian Michaels 30 day shred dvd since January, I think. I started using it on Monday evening. It hurt! But boy, it hurts even more today. And the only reason I'll be doing it again tonight is cause I have not put up with this pain for nothing. At some point it has to stop hurting. Probably going to be on day 9 or 10 and then the hurting is going to start all over again when I move up to level 2.

I took some before pictures but I'm not going to share them with you .... I'm not proud. But I hope to have some nice looking after pictures, and then, who knows I might be willing to share them.