18 posts tagged “qotd”
Have you ever ridden in a hot air balloon or a helicopter? Where did you go?
Only once in a helicopter.
2 years ago in Las Vegas we took a sightseeing trip with the Pink Jeeps (that still cracks me up) to the Grand Canyon and there we opted to go down to the river by helicopter (and ofcourse a brief flight over the canyon)
That was really fun but loud ;-P
I've really been considering to get a hot air balloon trip for my hubbie's birthday but I'm afraid he isn't going to get in it at all and I have a big mouth until the moment is there. I'm afraid that once in the air I'll sink down to the floor of the basket and cling to it until we're save back on the ground... :-D
So that's probably why I haven't booked one yet ;-P
What are your top five favorite cooking seasonings?
Submitted by skip.town.
1. Cinnamon:
2. Rosemary:I'm a cinnamon addict in a country that doesn't have cinnamon-rolls, cinnamon-cookies,...
I love to use it in Oriental-inspired chicken dishes, cookies, pies, hot chocolatemilk, on plain milkice, even cinnamon-tea ^__^
3. Black pepper:I adore the smell and flavour of rosemary. I use it a lot in Italian-inspired dishes and with grilled meat.
Heck, I even tried rosemary-ice
4. Ginger:Freshly grounded is the best! The smell is so rich. I use it on most things a little bit.
Try strawberries, sprinkled with a little bit of balsamico (you could make a syrup of it first if you don't have the thick, rich kind) and a little grounded black pepper. (don't overdo it, just a small hint)
5. Nutmeg:I use it far to little but it's definitely a favorite.
Superdelicious in oriental dishes but my favourite use is in coconut/pumpkinsoup and a "stew"/dish with minced meat, orange-ginger sauce and mashed potatoes.
Freshly grounded it's delicious on meat, mashed potatoes, applepies/muffins, just a pinch in hot chocolate,...
You're the DJ: what are the next ten songs coming up after the break? In no particular order...
Tell us two truths and a lie about yourself.
This is a hard one!!! OK, here we go...
- I telephone at least once a week to my best friends
- I work best under stress (I need a deadline)
- I'm sometimes afraid I have multiple personalities
What's that secret dream job you've always believed you'd be good at, but never gone for?
Submitted by wedgeh.
LOL, when I was little I wanted to become a nun! That is until I realised I could not marry and have kids as a nun... and that was already a problem when I was a toddler because I wanted to marry Werner, Werner wanted to marry Lieve, Lieve wanted to marry Sven and Sven wanted to marry me, so we had decided when we grew up to live together as a foursome :-D Too bad I moved when I was 6, I've never seen them again...
But I would really be a good filmmaker! I even applied to enter film school to become director, but I didn't make it :(
So I started film school for TV/film/sound-technician (didn't need to go
trough a entering exam). I loved camera-techniques, film history,
sound editing, scenario-writing,... (all practical things), but I
sucked big time on electricity/electronics/acoustic
theory/video-theory/maths(weird as it was my major in high school, I
guess I had enough :-P )
I gave up as it wasn't really my dada and I hated living in Brussels...
But I learned so much about lighting techniques and I still use it every day for my photography!
Something in music would also be amazing but I'm too anxious to go follow first 3 years of music study (theory) before I can play an instrument. (That's why I became/was a percussionist, no need to read music, only rhythm... I'm a drummer animal YAY)
Now I'm starting my dreamjob: being a photographer!!! I must admit it will be a while before I really can start it (until we're moved) but in meanwhile I'm doing designjobs to pay the bills, and I love that too! ^__^
How did you meet your current, or most recent, significant other?
Oh
my, you had to ask ofcourse... OK, I'll give in but it's the last time
I will tell it. Not because I don't like to tell it, just because I
feel I've bothered allready everyone with it :D
Please take a seat 'cause it's rather a long story, I promise to keep the details down to a minimum ;-)
It all began when I was 5 years old, I was on holiday with my grandparents in Benidorm, Spain. There I met this flemmish boy, just a year older, and we spend our whole vacation at the pool together. I went each summer to visit my grandparents there (since they'd decided to live there) but I never saw him again...
I got 11 and my grandmother was getting really homesick so they'd
decided that this was their last full year in Spain, they would only go
back to spend the winter after the holidays from then on. So in that
last summervacation I met that cute boy again... We spend all our time
together at the pool, I learned him to dive (even if I can't dive, I
just knew the theoretical approach of learning to dive very well :D ),
played boardgames in the sungarden,... 'till my parents arrived. Each
year my parents came for 2-3 weeks and then we would go on a roadtrip
through Spain with the whole family for a week, that year was no
exception. So when I came back I saw that he had met some other (older)
girls to pass time with... Boy, was I jealous! I was so glad they left
3 days later so I had some days left with him alone again. :D I must
say that nothing really happened or was said about love or such, I mean
we were just barely teens...
But the night before he was going back home, I couldn't sleep, I felt
so sad... I was looking outside on the balcony with tears in my eyes
when my grandmother sneaked up on me and told me they would stay an
extra year so I would see him again the next summer. Soo sweat, 'cause
she really was homesick and she wanted to sacrefice another year for
me... But I said no (ofcourse! I wouldn't ask that from her) and at
that moment I just knew I would see him again no mather what... The
next day, when he and his family drove off I told a man that was waving
goodbye too (for me a complete stranger) that I now knew what true love
was...
We wrote to each other once or twice a year and got together once a year to show our vacationpictures and such but nothing more... I got my first boyfriend and then my second... and that boyfriend made it clear that I felt more for my penpal than I wanted to admit... When he broke up I started thinking about what he had said and that I had nothing to loose anyway... I really wanted to see J. more (and as a boyfriend), if he would turn me down I wouldn't see him ever again but hey, once a year was way too little for my taste anyway. So I wrote him a letter around the time we usually did to set our annual date to tell him I felt so much more for him than friendship... He just wrote me back to ask me out to go to an amusementpark later that summer... *sigh*
When we went to that park I had high hopes since he didn't turn me down, I even had bought a friendship necklace on vacation in Florida for us... We had a great time at the park but the letter or the content of it never got mentioned... So I was starting to give up hope... I gave the necklace to my best friend (as it said "best friends") and I tried to forget him...
Later that year, 3 weeks before my birthday, my 14th, he send me a cute card from Roger Rabbit saying he loved me too and he wanted to make a date on the 3th of October. We got together in our usual location (a town half way the 2 of us) and went to our usual café. I got this bear from him (I still have it, it sits now on our daughter's closet to watch over her) for my birthday (10 days too early :D ) but nothing about our letters... Untill suddenly in the middle of a street he hold still and asked me "so, how do guys ask to go steady to a girl anyway? Do they really have to ask: Do you want to go steady with me?" And I couldn't help it but I laughed... and gave him quickly a kiss as I noticed he was actually very serious about it...
We went steady for almost a year and met eachother each saturday "halfway" (except for some weeks). Untill I called him to ask him if he wanted come with us to an event, I got his dad and he told me that it was over and that I shouldn't bother to call again and he hung up on me... I was heartbroken... I couldn't believe it... I knew he was getting in trouble with his parents because they thought his school was suffering from our relationship (but he never had less than 85% on any rapportcard) and that he had to concentrate on school. But if they didn't allow him to come "halfway" we wouldn't see eachother anyway so I couldn't do anything about it...
After that I had for a long time (2years) a really nice but safe boyfriend. With safe I mean, we loved eachother and there was some passion but not like it should have been as he was discovering his true nature and I just needed someone to hold me... When we broke up, it was with a lot of crying but we both knew there wasn't any other way this could have ended. I was done waiting for J. In a year I was going to live on rooms, studying and I really wanted to find that True Love... I wanted to go on with my life, not hoping for someone I hadn't seen in almost 3 years!
I started to go out and fell in love with a guy I met there. It was a really passionate relationship. I really felt good, we were an (young) adult couple and I really could see myself settling down with him... Some months later he had to go away with college for a on site training. We wrote each other a lot so when I came home and saw that letter in my mailbox I was happy... but something did me take a look at the postal stamp and I saw it was stamped somewhere else than the trainingcamp, it was stamped in the town J. is from. I screamed, dropped my bag on the driveway and had to sit down... And indeed it was a letter from J., telling me he never forgot me and never got over me... He really wanted to meet me one time more. When I told my boyfriend about this and told him what J. had ment for me, he still said "why not?" Too be honest, that wasn't the answer I was expecting and that's when I started to doubt that relationship...
So we met eachother again "halfway" for old times' sake and we told eachother how life has been the past years... He told me that he didn't knew that his father was going to do that and that he was shocked but really a bit young to go against them... But he never got over me and he still loved me. And he was now an adult, and he had to try to take his own life from his parents... *sigh* I told him that I had this wonderfull boyfriend and that I just picked up my life again. He understood and respected this, not totally happy but he was the perfect gentleman. When he walked me to my train, I said it was so cold and he answered "I would love to warm you but I just can't, it wouldn't be fair to your boyfriend" And I could have died at that moment!
A month later he called me to wish me a Happy Valentine... and to ask
me out on a date again, just as friends, to go see a movie. I was
reluctant as I thought it wasn't fair to my boyfriend but again he told
me just to go, even after the previous time (I'd told him everything
except for the "warm"-incident). I was soo confused! But I went and
after the movie (it was Jumanji) we went to a café and have a long talk
about our situation... I still loved him soo and each little touch we
had I realised I needed him. That whole day I was thinking "please,
just hold me, or kiss me"
I got home, had a sleepless night and came to the conclusion that I
never got over him and I really loved him. All our interests where
common while my boyfriend didn't care about music, culture and all my
hobbies, and I didn't really care about his. I hated the fact he wasn't
jealous in anyway about me meeting J. even after my explanation that he
was so special for me... We had passion but not really true love... So
I broke up with him (what was a terrible experience! He couldn't
believe it and just didn't want to believe it...)
I met J. again "halfway" and since that day we've been a couple (except for a week at one time years later, thanks to his parents again!) It was 2 days before his birthday, I was invited to come to his parents' home to celebrate and there was some visit... That man I told I knew what true love was, was actually a good friend of the family and he remembered me immediatly and what I've said...
Oh, and my grandmother won the bet... Once she heared from my mom J. had written me, she had said I would choose for him in the end!
That's all 11 years ago, we've been married now for 6 years and have a wonderful daughter of 4!
So yes, I believe in TRUE LOVE and being ment for eachother... (I'm a fullproof romanticus ;) )
What books did you love as a child?
Submitted by hearts.
The whole serie of the Famous Five, pure nostalgy
All Ronald Dahl books... I used to lend them from the library on wednesdayafternoon and the next day I finished them, too good to lay down :D
And the series I inherited of my father of Bas Banning... I lost them all in the fire as they were kept in storage there :(
What's the most memorable building you've lived in?
Submitted by Shelly.
I love all that glass, marble and history... and it has everything you need in a city: a garage, a big garden, 4 wonderful big rooms, a big bathroom,...
Oooh, I'm really going to miss it but we have a beautiful renovated old (medieval) appartement on top of our list to hire in Antwerp...
Do you play any musical instruments?
It has been a while but I play all kind of percussion instruments. I can play the drumset as well but I'm only able to do the basic stuff... I'm just not really good at reading music notes, rhythm is no problem and for most percussion instruments you don't need to be able to read notes since most instruments can only produce one note or sound ;-)
But it's true, drummers are the weird kind of musicians :D
We had tons of fun and I have lots of stories that could start with the sentence "This one time, at band camp, ..."
Actually drummers, even the uniformed ones, are the only ones that never look like geeks ;-)
How many pets have you owned in your lifetime? Tell us about them.
Submitted by jennajellopy.vox.com.
We had cats, a dog and a russian dwarfhamster (called Texas)
Our first cat was named "Pels" (which means fur in english) she was a
very smart, black cat and the mother of our second cat: "Sinbad" he was
a very clumpsy, sweet, black cat. He couldn't jump even when his life
would depend on it. We found him several times knocked out in the
garden, usually he tried to follow Pels: jumping from the balcony to
the window next to it. Pels ran away after giving birth to a next
litter, we gave all the kittens away and I'm afraid she was heartbroken
about it... We only saw her once again, she came to show her new
offspring: 4 lovely little kittens, and then we never saw her again :(
Sinbad moved 3 times with us but at the last place, he was hit by a car while he was coming home during a storm...
which was very spooky since I dreamed about his death the night before
Short after that, we got a grey kitten, such a smart little critter. "Foxy" was an amazing cat, he really understood everything you said to him, for example, beeing 6 weeks old we worried about getting him to go on the litter. My mom just told him that this was the place he had to do his "pipi" and "kaka", he looked at her, got in the litter, dug a little hole and did his business :D He never went outside without his morning advice: my mom told me every day when I went to school "don't talk to strangers, don't go with strangers, be careful, be good and listen, and with god's speed" then she turned to Foxy to give him the almost the same speech... he really waited for that 'cause if she forgot, he stayed put and would miauw untill she remembered. He would bring us presents to thank us, like live mice :D, and he loved to play fetch. He drank coffee and loved crunchy food like paprikachips (though never with salt) He loved taking a bath so much you had to close the bathroomdoor or else it would have been possible that he just jumped in with you... He survived a hit of a car once (we actually saw it happen and he fled sthraight to my room to hide) but when a year later he didn't came home in the evening (he always was home before dark, just like mom ordered) we knew he was death... in the morning my father went looking for him and found him in the gutter... death. We burried him beneath the tree he most liked...
That same day we got a little puppy from my parents' boss, she knew how heartbroken we were and found it was the best thing to take our mind of the heartache. It was a black dwarfpoodle (that got too big for beeing a real dwarf poodle :D ) we named him "Snor" (moustache in English) because it seemed he had really a moustache. He was nothing like the typical poodle! We also never let him trim into the "French"style *yuk* He was very confident and smart. We had him for 17 years... It still hurts to think he's gone but in the end he had given up on life... the 3 last years he had heartnoise and the last year water in his lungs. He wouldn't take his medications anymore 'cause they let him sleep the biggest part of the day and he was sick of it. When he refused the drugs he became his old self but his condition got quickly worse... The last week, he didn't want to eat or drink anymore, he only drank because I offered it, just to please me. When they went to the vet to put him out of his misery, the vet only had to give him the sedation and his heart stopped (ofcourse he gave the fatal injection too, to be sure but he didn't need it) He really said goodbye to us all that last week...
About my hamster: I addopted him because the kid that got him in the
first place couldn't keep him and had to find a new home... When I was
on chambers, my mother took care of it and somehow he escaped... never
saw him back...
