Net zoiets als de overgang?
Britt Dekker. Ik heb eerlijk gezegd geen idee wie ze is. Maar ze huilt, volgens het Parool, om uitgelekte Playboy foto's (wat klinkt dat toch vies :-/). Op het eerste gezicht gok ik dat er meer hersenweefsel in haar borsten zit dan in haar hoofd - maar wacht, ik mag niet op uiterlijk oordelen. Dan maar op haar reactie op de uitgelekte foto's:
'Die uitgelekte foto's voelt echt kut, beetje als de overgang de menopauze. Je bent bang dat het eraan komt, maar je hoopt dat het bij jou niet komt'.
Erm... okee... ik blijf bij mijn eerste oordeel.
Breastmilk Window
I trust Luka is getting enough to drink from me now as he's really rather heavy (almost 7kgs at almost 3 months), but I remember all too well the uncertainty if he was getting enough milk in him during the early weeks. There were many times I wished for a window like this one. At the time I didn't have the energy to make one - but now I do 
Simple Pleasures are the Best
Despite being a gadget-lover often lured by 'complicated' pleasures sporting tactile buttons and flashing lights, I am not immune to the simple pleasures in life and would like to share this particular one with you, namely cleaning the fluff filter in the tumble dryer... soooooo satisfying!
Am I the only one that loves doing this?
The Dark Kermit
Someone has been busily Google image-searching / Photoshopping to come up with this extensive photo comparison of Christian Bale and Kermit the Frog. It must have taken days... where do people get the time? 
POO Inc.
Would you ever call your company POO INC.? If you were an English speaking country you'd probably steer clear of such a name (although Pennland Poo Inc., a swimming pool company in Baltimore is apparently not bothered by the association of floating turds in their products).
The Dutch word for poo is 'poep'. An equally cute word in my opinion and one I recently Googled when bored one afternoon (don't ask). That's when I came across the Physician Oncology Education Program. An important and serious site, with, amongst other things, informaton on early detection of colorectal cancer. I wonder if they have any idea of their program's rather smelly acronym? They did take the trouble to register the domain www.poep.org which is probably worth a lot in certain porn circles nowadays.
Meanwhile, you can entertain educate yourself with the POEP Bulletin.
What's My Name?
There has always been some confusion about my name. During my first few years people called me 'Suzanne', but when I moved to England in 1974 (aged barely three), it slowly turned into 'Suzanna'. The three syllables work better in English in my opinion . I have always preferred 'Suzanna' and was happy to discover that my birth certificate states 'Suzanna' as my given name.
However, I recently came across my birth announcement card and to my surprise it named me 'Suzanne'. So it seems that my parents started this confusion. In fact it was probably my father as he's the one who (unfortunately) spontaneously decided to give me 'Lauretta' as a second name minutes before registering me as a new Amsterdam citizen in 1971.
Uncomfortable position
This is never going to become a pregnancy blog, but I do regularly check out certain sites to find out how the little one in my belly is progressing and wanted to share a picture with you.
Today is the start of week 19 and I found this picture of what the baby probably looks like now. Good god, I thought I was starting to get uncomfortable - the poor little blighter appears to be having a much harder time of it with its feet up by its ears. Looks rather like a very advanced, complicated yoga position.
So Do Cell Phones Fry Our Brains After All?
This is a very worrying little video (it's really annoyingly filmed but gets interesting at around 30 secs).
Mr. Zwart
I got married a few weeks ago and am about to move house to live together with my new 'spouse' Merel That entails a lot of administrative paperwork regarding insurance, change of address and all that stuff. The fact that I married a woman while I am one myself never really struck me as odd until this afternoon. Well, not so much odd as "oh, our computer can't input that".
This afternoon I spoke to at least three companies and some of them had already been tipped that I was now married through the GBA computer (Gemeentelijke Basis Adminstratie a.k.a. BigBrother Inc.). But Merel had been invariably registered as Mr. Zwart. I guess Big Brother don't know that much after all Some forms are not yet equipped to deal with Mrs and Mrs it seems.
However, the day care centres here are much more progressive than the insurance companies because when I recently signed up with one of them, in anticipation of our baby arriving in December, the form didn't read Mother / Father but Parent 1 / Parent 2. That makes things much simpler