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I heard babies are a great source of inspiration when it comes to writing. I was lacking ideas for my blog posts lately, so I got myself one.
It has been three months already, but I have to report that my expectations in this regard were unfortunately not met. My baby is boring. Where do I leave a customer review?
The hope for it to change is still there though, as he laughs a lot, either about me or about something that is going on in his small hairless head. I’d like to think it’s the latter, and he is making up jokes I will be able to borrow for my posts when he starts talking.
So, babies. What do you want to know? Let me answer my own questions from the pre-baby time for you I wish somebody answered for me then so I would have slept better.
A Personal Perspective
I was about to go out for groceries when it occurred to me that I needed at least 15 minutes to get ready. My husband, however, could have just changed his pants (if at all) to reach the shape presentable to the people outside.
If you think I wear a lot of make-up or don’t go out without my high heels you can’t be more wrong. If you are a man and you were to meet me you won’t even notice I’m wearing make-up. Why do I wear it then? Because you would notice if I didn’t, and depending on the day either asked whether I’m feeling alright or called an ambulance straight away.
When you are a child, your days are full of firsts. First ice cream, first snow, first fight in the sand box. But as you grow older, there are not so many firsts left. Unless you are into sky diving or willing to travel to China for fried snake with a strawberry jam.
Until two years ago, I had never seen an ocean in my life. We live in Central Europe, and the closest we get here is rivers, lakes and a sea (if you travel far enough).
Two years ago we flew out on vacation to Portugal (remind me to tell you the hilarious story of us almost missing the plane). We traveled through various places and finally reached Sintra, a small city away from tourist rush.
This should have been the place where ocean and I were finally going to meet.
I used to think it is so easy. Called your sister names? Bad. Peed in the pool? Shame on you and… bad! Killing puppies for fun? Doing drugs? Very, very bad. But not talking to your parents and planning to keep them out of your life forever? Bad? How bad? “Two years on probation” or “20 to life” bad? Can I plead extenuating circumstances?
My mother sent me an email. It was a table, probably a copy-paste from MS Word. One could see she put a lot of effort into it.
The table has two columns. One lonely point on the left: Things I did right in my life. Whole seven points on the right and an ellipsis. Dot. Dot. Dot. As if there was more to it, but she just got tired typing. All the things I did wrong. It was two years ago. We haven’t spoken ever since.
Easy-to-implement tips on how to improve your writing skills in English or…
I’m a software developer. If you are not a software developer yourself and have never even met one, you have probably no idea what I do.
So let me tell you how my world works.
Let’s say a client comes to you and asks you to build a catapult that he wants to use to catapult cows (well, usually they ask us for things that make a bit more sense, but let’s make it cows and catapults for the sake of example).