Share your world 2016 Week 3

share my world

What is your favorite piece of art? (it doesn’t have to be famous)

I bought this picture at a thrift store, for a the outrages amount of $7. I fell in love with it and it hangs since years in our living room. I wish I could make out the artists signature, because I would like to have more information about the picture and the painter. I think it’s a very unusual piece of art and I would like to know what the painter had in mind.  Continue reading

It’s True For Me

Oh, this post made me laugh and it brought back memories. Years ago, at a BBQ in our house with lots of food, Beer and Margaritas, we had the brilliant idea to try parachuting. It didn’t sound right the next morning, but it was too late to back out. I can’t tell you anything about the jump, because I think I had my eyes shut all the time.

My Life Lived Full

MJ at Mary J Melange recently posted the following photo with the question “is this true or not”?  She challenged her readers to respond with their stories one way or the other.


I’m not sure about the *great* story part, but many of my life adventures were conceived over a martini and /or bottle of wine.  These ideas were fleshed out and committed to before the sober light of day could cast doubt on their wisdom.

There’s the bottle of wine shared with friends over dinner one night that resulted in the decision that I too could be a triathlete – an Ironman to be exact.  It was a decision that literally changed the life of this former non-cyclist and non-runner.

Brazil 2007 Ironman Brazil

Then there was the evening with friends and several bottles of wine when the plan was hatched to climb Kilimanjaro.  I subsequently tried to back out of this one when…

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Am I who I wanted to be?

looking back

One day I came home and I wasn’t a happy camper at all. That day somebody had made fun of me in school and I felt small, ugly and misunderstood. I was too tall and way too thin. I looked like a spider, with long limbs that I would grow into a few years later. A few kids had made fun of me that day, they had laughed about me and it hurt. Continue reading