Monthly Archive: March 2018
29 years of blieping (read: f*cking) entrepreneurship
This year it has been 29 years since Jack and I started our own (coffee import) business and I must say it was one hell of a roller coaster experience so far.
Knocked out on the not-concussion-botox-spot
When you just recovered an almost concussion and your husband, while watching your ipad in bed, almost hits you with his elbow at the very point where last week still was this huge botox...
Celesta’s Celeb Chat (CCC)
The microphone and I go along way back (I mean a looooong way); we met when I was approximately two and since then I’ve got this protruding arm movement which has the tendency swishing...
Segway daycare child transport full of bored kids
Little children from the daycare center being entertained by bored looking actually SuperStars-wannabe girls tempting to push a segway daycare child transport full of also bored kids through town
Lap porridge in bed
Although this picture insinuates I have been vomiting in my own lap because I looked at my husband when he just yawned in my face; it’s not.
Worst physiotherapist ever: don’t touch me again
hardly recovered from my almost chopped off thumb adventure; I now woke up without a thumb: it just fell off last night
I joined a We-have-loose-skin-all-over-the-place-50+ Facebook Group
Isn’t joining this Facebook group a gods request to please give you hot flashes and the whole shebang accompanied by all other thinkable menopause discomforts business
