Vanessa Bsirsky

I've Got Cold Feet, Rosy Cheeks And Sunshine In My Heart

I feel cheerful, I feel happy, I feel grateful and I feel good.

Why?

Is it because it's snowy, my feet are cold and my cheeks have got a rosy glow ?

No - it's because I can feel a glow from within.

I just experienced the essence of human warmth.

You just experienced what , Vanessa ?

What on earth is the essence of human warmth ?

And why the heck does it matter ?

Furthermore, what do people really mean when they talk about "being human?"

And what sort of people tend to display a great deal of humanity, character and strength on a regular basis ?

Ok, let's start at the beginning...

After having a rather challenging week back home in Germany due to my grandad being very unwell, I yet again re-evaluated matters - as I constantly seek to learn and grow - spiritually, financially, psychologically, emotionally and intellectually. I particularly love to think about individuals, matters, and life in general - and I tend to analyse things ( and people ) in great detail.

I've been what ???

I just received a message from Philly Richards saying "You have been tagged."

Hmmm... tagged...what did this mean ?

After reading a bit further, I understood that there is  a new game out there , called "blog tag" - which involves spilling the beans - in other words, I have to tell you 5 little known facts about myself !

Ok - here we go :

1) Unlike everyone else who has participated so far , I won't bore you with the facts of when, where and why I was born. Instead , I will just reveal that I was indeed born - within less than an hour. That's what I call German efficiency in it's purest form!

2) I once cooked a man a truly bizarre meal just to have a laugh and test his reaction - carrots on toast with a strawberry milkshake. I told him that it was an Eastern European speciality and that I had learned the recipe from my grandfather. Unfortunately he was really polite and almost proceeded to eat it. Haha...I had hoped for a couple of good jokes there...but no. The poor man should have known me better :-)

You Make A Difference!

A friend of mine sent me the following story...it's quite moving and hence I wanted to share it with my readers....

From A Dear Friend...

A teacher in New York decided to honour each of her seniors in High School by telling them the difference each of them had made. She called each student to the front of the class, one at the time.

First, she told each of them how they made a difference to her, and the class.Then she presented each of them with a blue ribbon, imprinted with golden letters, which read "You Make A Difference."

Afterwards, the teacher decided to do a class project, to see what kind of impact recognition would have on a community.

She gave each of the students three more blue ribbons,and instructed them to go out and spread this acknowledgment ceremony.

Then they were to follow up on the results, see who honored whom, and report to the class in about a week.

The Best Reason To Buy A New Skirt !

Dear reader,

It's nearly Christmas, and I thought it's definitely time to write about something funny and amuse you !

After all, most people tend to work so hard and take everything so seriously !

Why not lighten up, enjoy all the better things in life and have a jolly good laugh ?

Listen to the following story :

What is the best reason to buy a new skirt ?

The fact that you just lost it .

Not the plot, but your skirt.

Let me explain.

My friend Alice and I recently decided to go out for a day of girly shopping - after having had a close look at her wardrobe I decided that she dressed like an 18th Century nun and that action had to be taken now -as desperate times tend to call for desperate measures!

Apart from that, I fancied a little nose around the stores myself, and considering the fact that I now have the luxury to go shopping when most people are stuck in the office, a deal had been made.

We met at Oxford Circus around lunchtime, and off we went.

Funnily enough, I don't seem to be able to cope with the stresses and strains of both the Underground and random young whippersnappers in tracksuits bumping into me on Oxford Street every five seconds anymore.

In addition, I ALWAYS thought that the combination of tracksuits and "Make Poverty History" wristbands had to be the most cruel twist of fashion of all times - after all, who wants to look like a random PE teacher who has forgotten something in the locker of their local swimming pool ???