Winning at Marriage

THEM: You have a long marriage. What is your advice?

ME: No idea. Go with the flow. Be as different as possible in your habits, but the same as possible in how to live life. 

For example:

He eats meat (a lot), you don't.

He makes the bed, you - not so much (only under duress and after a disapproving look).

He stacks the dishwasher like it will be inspected by the Dishwasher Committee. You just throw things in there in the hope they will get properly washed. 

His nightstand looks neat, while yours looks like a rabid dog went through it. 

He is calm, while you are a volcano ready to burst at any given moment. 

He is a calm driver (very different from when you first met), while you got your driver's license at thirty something (because there was no way out of it) and now your driving is a bit out there.

THEM: Huh?!?

The Diary of a K-Drama Addict (Part 2)

No self-respecting K-drama featuring an element of romance (most do) is complete without one (or several) of the following elements:

- Running to find shelter from the rain, holding the hand of your crush

- Sharing an umbrella with heavy rain falling. Cue the long gaze into each other's eyes

- Sitting on the swings at a playground next to each other

- Drinking soju in a pop-up food tent

- Grabbing the arm of your love interest and running from a dangerous situation

- A classic one: the back hug. Very often found in scenes when one is doing the cooking

- The piggyback ride. The girl is injured / drunk / tired, so the male protagonist offers her his back

- The bicycle scene. The couple share a bike or one of them is teaching the other to ride one

There are many, many more things to add that give a K-drama (C-Drama, J-Drama) an air of romance. 

Stay tuned, K-drama addicts, will be back with more.

Your Daily Dose of Delightful Dissatisfaction

It is true. It has happened. I am now a verified ranter.

When I was younger and an un-ranter, I would listen to 'grown-ups' complain and be angry about this and that and think - why bother, why are they wasting their energy on something they probably can't change anyway? And now I know. 

It creeps in on you, this ranting streak. One day you are a perfectly fine 40-something and then - BOOM: you start complaining about the state of the world / the city council / your neighbours (although the neighbour thing is nothing new for me). 

Therefore, I came up with a rant diary, where you are allowed to turn your not-so-internal shouts into written relief. 

Interested? Give me a shout (I do love a good pun, so I do). 

Check out the Rant Diary on Amazon

Here's to New Adventures

I believe congratulations are in order - I am now officially a published author!

Probably not exactly of the books you are thinking, but books are books, right? And if I utterly enjoy the process of making them - I must be doing something right. Right?

Writing has always been one of my fortes but I have not thought of making a book. Yes, I think making is the correct verb here, not writing. Because it is a kids puzzle book and as much as I still have to be creative and innovative, there are no complicated words, plots or personal thoughts involved. 

But you know, I always say you never know where a new undertaking might lead to, so I will keep you posted on this one :)

Sisters-in-smut

I have long found a haven in books. I distinctly remember the first book I couldn't put down and binged in a day at the age of eleven. It has been a life-long love.

Romance books have always been there at the top of my list and, naturally, a few years ago I veered towards a genre called romantasy (I only recently learned what it's called). Or elf smut. Or fairy smut. Whatever. 

It was only a couple of days ago that I came upon the Best. Review. Ever. by a husband about his wife's obsession with a new romantasy series. I think it summarizes the whole process in a concise, yet angry way. 

And to all my sisters-in-smut out there: if it makes you smile and oooh and aaaah - you are doing it right!

Know what you're good at

Here are some of the things I excel at (in no particular order):

• Meeting someone and immediately forgetting their name and face. Gets awkward when we meet again.
• Thinking I don't own any shoes, but in fact have about 10 pairs (7 of which are high-heeled and sparkly)
• Planning and organizing. 
• Scrabble.
• Shouting (mostly at the kids).
• Picking up stuff after everyone (normal mummy/wife superpower).
• Overthinking.
• Occasional procrastination.
• On and Off Complaining. Even though I can definitely get better at this one, there is room to grow there.

To be continued... (I excel at a lot of things!)