Monday, July 16, 2007

It's a time for everything . . .


I will be unable to post bloggs or be on the internet all together for 2 ~ 3 months due to lack of computer.
My PC has "passed away" and on a net-cafe I'm going to check mail only.
So until I have a new PC . . . . You take care, my friends and don't forget me.
I will try to popp in to make comments from time to time.

Saturday, July 14, 2007

What our eye may see . . .



Take a good look at this photo.

I copied it from the Norwegian newspaper VG 27. February 2006

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The photo appeared in the paper connected to Sally Ann Bowman's death.


I made a copy because . . .

When I look at the photo, I can see one legg too much, all to left of the photo. I also can see the other leg but weaker. The legs even make a shadow.

If you make the photo small, you can actually see the whole person with blue jacket on, twise the size of the other people.


So I'm asking you . . .


~ is this imagination?

~ is it a person there that have made himself invisible? In other words, an incubus.

~ is it a spirit?

~ is it a ghost?

~ is it a devil?

~ is it a giant?


What is it???

Thursday, July 12, 2007

The Microchip and Mark of the Beast . . .



Since my book "Tell Me Who I Am" got released, I frequent get e-mails from readers who refer to web-sites that "prooves" that what has happened to me also happen to others . . . and that even worse things is going on . . .

Read the following . . . .





The Microchip and Mark of the Beast:
A Stronger reason to Prepare than Earth Changes



Around 1993 my husband Michael was at a show. During the show, a man in his mid 20s started talking with Michael and told him the following story.
It seems this man, lets call him Dave, was a member of the military. Dave was shopping at the Military PX (their general store) and he was checking out. It was right before closing because everyone was trying to get out of the store quickly and was hurried. A man in front, let's call him Jim, checked out all of his items, about two grocery bags full. Without thinking about it, after checking the last item Jim ran his hand over the scanner - AND IT REGISTERED!!!!! It came up on the screen. The screen treated his hand as a debit card!!!
Jim realised he had messed up. He was supposed to be in another check-out line where people were not meant to see what happened.
The cashier was very flustered. She made Jim back out the transaction and made him pay the normal way.
Dave then checked out also, and outside asked Jim some questions. Jim told Dave that it was a government program. He and about two hundred other people volunteered to accept a chip implant in their hand for payment purposes. He was paid $20,000-$30,000 (can't remember which) for this!!! It worked only at the Military PX.
So, you can see, 'they' are already getting systems in place for the cashless society they dream of.






What do you think, is it a reason to worry???

Monday, July 09, 2007

Computer-lesson . . .



Rule number one is to keep your hand soft but firm on the mouse.

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Sunday, July 08, 2007

Summer-time . . .
Means easy-made food . . .
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(It's a lot of good stuff inside there.)

Friday, July 06, 2007

HÆÆ . . . I'm tagged by Lexcen . . . !
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Lexcen at http://gripes-of-wrath.blogspot.com/ has tagged me. For this tag, the rules are:Link back to the original post.Post eight facts about myself, that not everyone knows.Choose eight fellow bloggers, and leave them a tag in their comment section.
(Sorry Lexcen, I’m not going to tag anyone, but those who feel for it, go for it . . . )

1) I am descendant from Romania on my father’s side
2) I’ve been a singer
3) I’m educated actress
4) I’ve Royal blood in my veins
5) I am the peace-talk woman Norway send to Israel in mid-80’s
6) I’ve never been in hospital (except child-birth) and have never been serious sick
7) I’ve worked at Gold’s Gym, Cairo
8) I love hiking

Thursday, July 05, 2007

10 things only women understand . . .





10. Cats' facial expressions.



9. The need for the same style of shoes in different colors.



8. Why bean sprouts aren't just weeds.



7. Fat clothes.



6 Taking a car trip without trying to beat your best time.



5. The difference between beige, ecru, cream, off-white, and eggshell.



4. Cutting your hair to make it grow.



3. Eyelash curlers.



2. The inaccuracy of every bathroom scale ever made.



AND, the Number One thing only women understand:



1. OTHER WOMEN

Tuesday, July 03, 2007

10 WAYS TO KNOW IF YOU HAVE "ESTROGEN ISSUES"



1. Everyone around you has an attitude problem.



2. You're adding chocolate chips to your cheese omelet.



3. The dryer has shrunk every last pair of your jeans.



4. Your husband is suddenly agreeing to everything you say.



5. You're using your cellular phone to dial up every bumper sticker that says: "How's my driving-call 1- 800-".



6. Everyone's head looks like an invitation to batting practice.



7. Everyone seems to have just landed here from "outer space".



8 You can't believe they don't make a tampon bigger than Super Plus.



9 You're sure that everyone is scheming to drive you crazy.



10. The ibuprofen bottle is empty and you bought it yesterday..

Sunday, July 01, 2007

When did the world go crazy? . . .


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I got a letter from amazon.com concerning sale of my book “Tell Me Who I Am” as an eBook.
It says . . .
digitalrights skrev:


Hello from Amazon.com D igital Text,


Residents of countries outside of the U.S. must use
banking information for payment, and the bank should
be based in the U.S.
You may want to check for an
affiliated branch in your country. A U.S. based Internet
bank should be fine also. Unfortunately, PayPal is not
available payment for residents outside of the U.S.
Thanks for your interest in Amazon.com eBooks.
Sincerely,
The Amazon.com D igital Text Team


Here in Egypt we have only City-bank, but to receive money from amazon.com they claim that I have to open a business account. Which means that I have to show paper of proof that I have put in at least LE 30 000,- ( U.S. $ 5 217,-) and have at least 3 employees.
Since I don’t have any business, I can not get any account.
I have Norwegian Passport and am from Norway, but in Norway they don’t have any U.S based banks. I am Danish citizen, but in Denmark they don’t have any U.S based banks neither.
I went into U.S Internet banking, but they serve only U.S citizen.
Does this means that I will not get my money for sold books, because I do not have an account in a U.S bank???
Yes . . . that is exactly what it means in practice.
When did it become common that the debtors were to order you to where they want to send your money?
I thought it was me who decided what bank I want to use, and whoever owe me money should pay into that account after my request ! ! ! ! !
Has it also become like this that it is the criminal person of an act that shall decide what lawyer the victim shall use?? (He maybe choose a lawyer that is a friend of the criminal part of the case.)
Who is it that decides where I shall live? What food I shall eat?


I feel as if I missed out something here . . . . WHEN EXACTLY DID THE WORLD GO CRAZY??

Saturday, June 30, 2007

The evolution of communication. . .

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... .- ...- . .- -. .. -.-. . -.. .- -.--

or

dedede dedah dedededah de ~ dedah ~ dahde dede dahdedahde de ~

dahdede dedah dahdedahdah

Wednesday, June 27, 2007

Pregnancy Questions & Answers . . .



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Q: Should I have a baby after 35?

A: No, 35 children is enough.



Q: I'm two months pregnant now. When will my baby move?

A: With any luck, right after he finishes college.



Q: What is the most reliable method to determine a baby's sex?

A: Childbirth.



Q: My wife is five months pregnant and so moody that sometimes she's borderline irrational.

A: So what's your question?



Q: My childbirth instructor says it's not pain I'll feel during labor, but pressure. Is she right?

A: Yes, in the same way that a tornado might be called an air current.



Q: When is the best time to get an epidural?

A: Right after you find out you're pregnant.



Q: Is there any reason I have to be in the delivery room while my wife is in labor?

A: Not unless the word "alimony" means anything to you.



Q: Is there anything I should avoid while recovering from childbirth?

A: Yes, pregnancy.



Q: Do I have to have a baby shower?

A: Not if you change the baby's diaper very quickly.



Q: Our baby was born last week. When will my wife begin to feel and act normal again?

A: When the kids are in college.

Monday, June 25, 2007

Male & female items . . . .

Did you know? . . .


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You may not know this but many non-living things have a gender.


1) Ziploc Bags are Male, because they hold everything in, but you can see right through them.


2) Copiers are Female, because once turned off; it takes a while to warm them up again. It's an effective reproductive device if the right buttons are pushed, but can wreak havoc if the wrong buttons are pushed.


3) A Tire is Male, because it goes bald and it's often over-inflated.


4) A Hot Air Balloon is Male, because, to get it to go anywhere, you have to light a fire under it, and of course, there's the hot air part.


5) Sponges are Female, because they're soft, squeezable and retain water.


6) A Web Page is Female, because it's always getting hit on.


7) A Subway is Male, because it uses the same old lines to pick people up.


8) An Hourglass is Female, because over time, the weight shifts to the bottom.


9) A Hammer is Male, because it hasn't changed much over the last 5,000 years, but it's handy to have around.


10) A Remote Control is Female. Ha! You thought it'd be male, didn't you?


But consider this - it gives a man pleasure, he'd be lost without it, and while he doesn't always know the right buttons to push, he keeps trying!


Saturday, June 23, 2007

Wednesday, June 20, 2007

How many animals goes in a pantyhose ? . . .



... Q: How many animals can you fit into a pair of pantyhose?


... Now, think about it......





... Ready???







... Answer: 10 little piggies, 2 calves, 1 ass, and an unknown

... number of hares.

Tuesday, June 19, 2007

Thoughts of the day . . .
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- Does a clean house indicate that there is a broken computer in it?

- Why is it that no matter what colour of bubble bath you use the bubbles are always white?

- Is there ever a day when mattresses are NOT on sale?

- Why do people constantly return to the refrigerator with the hopes that something new to eat will have materialized?

- Why do people keep running over a string a dozen times with their vacuum cleaner, then reach down, pick it up, examine it, then put it down to give their vacuum one more chance?

- How do those dead bugs get into closed light fixtures?

- Why do we wash BATH towels? Aren't we clean when we use them? If not then what was the purpose of the bath?

- Considering all the lint you get in your dryer, if you kept drying your clothes would they eventually just disappear?

- When we are in the supermarket and someone rams our ankle with a shopping cart then apologizes for doing so, why do we say 'It's all right'? It isn't all right, so why don't we say, 'That hurt, you stupid idiot?'


- Why is it that whenever you attempt to catch something that's falling off the table you always manage to knock something else over?

- Is it true that the only difference between a yard sale and a trash pickup is how close to the road the stuff is placed?

Sunday, June 17, 2007

My Father's Castle . . .
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We were four children . . . I was the second girl, having one older sister and a younger sister and a brother. My father was originally educated inside the police. Right after the war, my mother also worked inside a department of the police, but stopped working as she started to take children.
I can remember, how proud my father was every day when he took on his police uniform, straighten himself at the wall and put his hands on his back, before he took off to work.
But under the war, my father got Tuberculoses and he got worse and worse until he lost his work-permit.
Many times, I woke during the night, finding the home empty with blood all over the place. I knew . . . my father had taken an attack of vomiting blood, flushing out, uncontrolled from his mouth and was taken to the hospital. I always started to wash off all the blood, so my siblings should not see it, although I was not more than about 5 / 6 years.
Many times we believed that he should die and we got used to be prepared waiting for the message that it was over.
My mother had to start working. She got a good job as an accountant, but it was hard times.
My father never got used to be the one at home and was embarrassed that he had to let my mother work and be the bread-feeder of the family.
As things got worse, and my father also took “cancer” in the small part of his lung that was still working, my parents took contact with a woman we called Aunt Inga. She was into alternative solutions of everything concerning health.
Since my father had difficult to breath, had punctuated more than three-quarter of his lungs and now also suffered from cancer, she gave him some herbs that should help him to breath. At that time, it was no medication yet for Tuberculosis.
I remember the smell of herbs, every day as my father made his tea that should help him to breath. And it did help him . . . He did found it easier to breath. More so, the herbs should show up to help more than anybody expected.
As he went to his doctor every week for X-ray, his doctor got more and more confused. Finally he told my father that it seemed that the Cancer-cyst was shrinking. After one year, the Cancer was all gone. My father stopped to get so sick and stopped puking blood. He had actually not been in the hospital for long time. The doctor could not explain what happened, but it seemed that the Tuberculosis had evaporated. He didn’t have the shadows on his lungs anymore.
But he didn’t get back his work-permit.
When the medicine for Tuberculosis came, he was enforced to take them, although he by then had been free from the illness for two years.
Still, he didn’t get back his work-permit.
He looked by now, healthy and strong and since he also from the nature had somewhat colored complexion, people around started to bully him for not working.
He recovered from his ill health, but he actually never recovered from the bullying of the people.
He was ashamed, feeling small and useless. It was my mom who rose him from “the mud” one day when she said: “It doesn’t matter who is at home and who is working in a family. What matter is that one brings the money for food on the table and one is at home and takes care of the children. Since I never have been good in making food, hate to clean and do house-work and so one, I am so happy that I am allowed to work. What people say, doesn’t matter . . . It is what we know, that matters.”
This rose my father to respect again and he did the house-work, cleaned our clothes, made the food and did his best in everything.

What my mother said, become a rule of living in my life.
All the people that bullied my father, didn’t know about his health. They only took account for his appearance and when he looked healthy, they took it for granted that he was healthy.

Remember that, next time you want to criticize someone for something.
It doesn’t matter how much you believe you know about the person and about the case. You still don’t know even a fraction of the whole picture.
HAPPY FATHER'S DAY . . .
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Friday, June 15, 2007

Quotes of the day . . .

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Put your hand on a hot stove for a minute, and it seems like an hour. Sit with a pretty girl for an hour, and it seems like a minute.THAT'S relativity.-Albert Einstein


The brain is a wonderful organ. It starts working the moment you get up in the morning and does not stop until you get into the office.- Robert Frost

The trouble with being punctual is that nobody's there to appreciate it.- Franklin P. Jones

We must believe in luck. For how else can we explain the success of those we don't like?-Jean Cocturan

It's amazing that the amount of news that happens in the world everyday always just exactly fits the newspaper.- Jerry SeinfeldIt

Matters not whether you win or lose; what matters is whether I win or lose.- Darrin Weinberg

Life is pleasant. Death is peaceful. It's the transition that's troublesome.

"Help a man when he is in trouble and he will remember you when he is in trouble again.

Complex problems have simple, easy to understand wrong answers. It is not exactly cheating, I prefer to, consider it creative problem solving.

Whoever said money can't buy happiness, didn't know where to shop.

Alcohol doesn't solve any problems, but then again, neither does milk.

Most people are only alive because it is illegal to shoot them.

Forgive your enemies but remember their names.

The number of people watching you is directly proportional to the stupidity of your action.

Don't worry that the world ends today, its already tomorrow in Australia"

Intellectuals solve problems; geniuses prevent them."--Albert Einstein

Monday, June 11, 2007

Optical Illusion . . .
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Clean your glasses,
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take a couple of deep breath,
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relax you shouldres and neck
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And see if you can manage this optical Illusion . . .
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Saturday, June 09, 2007

Stolen body-parts and plastic surgery . . .



I’m sure you all have heard about people who have been abducted and be-stolen their kidney . . . ? ! Did you think it’s only nonsense? NO . . . Body-parts “disappear “ all over the world all the time.
Take me per example . . . Some years ago, I lost my thighs. It happened one night I went early to bed. I went to bed in my own body, but the next day . . . I woke up with somebody else’s thighs! ! ! It was obvious that they were not mine. They looked like something similar to oat-porridge. Who can be so cruel doing something like that?? Who was the owner of these thighs and where were mine?? I used that summer to look for my own thighs. Sad and angry, at the end I had to accept that stay-up stockings was out and long panty-hose with extra support was in.
One day I again was not on watch, the thieves hit out again! This time, it was my buttock they wanted. It must have been the same bandidos, because although the buttock now was 10 cm lower than original, the new buttock suited exactly the thighs I had got earlier. . . Now the thighs and the buttock suited each other, but not me . . . Awful! ! ! The only thing I now could ask for, was that long skirt again should become a fashion.
If this was not enough . . . One morning my stomach-muscles was gone. I woke as usually, but it was obvious, somebody had taken my stomach-muscles! My upper body looked something like liquid, and it was obvious that my guts was splashing around right behind the skin of my stomach, without anything keeping it on it’s place. . . .
It was then I started to use body-stockings when I should go out any place. (I envy my mother her girdle.)
A couple of year ago, they took my arms too . . . They had been replaced with some-ones else’s.
One day as I was doing my hair, I suddenly found myself fascinated and terrified looking at how the meat on my upper arm swung from side to side in harmony with the movement of the hair-brush.
Terrified, I stopped using blouses with short sleeves.
It was terrifying to see how all my body-parts slowly, but surely, had been changed.
Age? Age doesn’t have anything to do with this . . . Age is something that comes slowly, invisible, little by little, like getting ripe.
No, this was something coming from unknown source – attacking me – again and again without warning! What is the next??
The night my firm chin got replaced with a turkey’s . . . I decided to tell you my story.


Hi you . . . All women in all ages – support me in my campaign against plastic surgery! They don’t use plastic, you know . . . You do know from where they get all those firm tights, flat stomachs and firm chins, don’t you??? Yes right, they take ours! ! !

We are against plastic surgery! ! We demant our right to keep our own firm body to ourself! !


PS. Last year I though they had stolen my breasts too; I woke up in the morning and looked down at my body – and my breasts were gone! ! ! Nothing . . . flat as a tray! !
I jumped out of the bed and run to the mirror. . . to my relief I discovered that they had only slipped down under my armpit, while sleeping. . . .



Thursday, June 07, 2007

The case of Madeleine . . .

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Something doesn’t add up in this case, neither when it comes to the police’s reaction nor the parents.
The child was kidnapped while the parents were at a restaurant a few meter away, while the children was asleep. It was three children sleeping in the same room. Madeleine was the oldest one.
As I have understood, it was no sign of forced entrance. Only the oldest child, Madeleine was taken. None of the children woke up under the act of kidnapping, not even Madeleine. (No screaming, no resistance.)
The whole after-play has become like a show, none in the world would have supported you if you had experienced the same with your kid kidnapped. (I’m thinking about the 32 million dollar reward to the one who can “help” finding the girl, meeting the pope etc.)

1) The person who has “kidnapped” Madeleine, must be one the family know.
2) The person must have been familiar with the home and knew exactly when the children go to bed and where the children’s bed-room is.
3) The person must also have known about the back-door and either it used to be locked or not.
4) The person must have known that the parents was out at the time, where the parents were, and for what reason, in order to know how much time the person had to his/hers disposal for the act of kidnapping.
5) In order to kidnap the child without the risk that the child or any of the other woke during the act, the children, (all of them) must have been given sedatives. (Unless the person was well known by the children and didn't impose fear.)
6) Nothing else in the home was touched or stolen. It was a pure, planned “kidnapping” of the particular child.
7) Why only Madeleine, why not all of them or one of the twins or both of the twins?
(Can it be the fact that Madeleine is oldest, strongest, also mentally, and have been told that she should go with “someone” for a short time?)

A) Did the police take an immediate blood-test of the other children in order to find out what kind of sedatives has been used? (NO)
B) Have the police search all the friends of the family and tracked their foot/steps that day? (NO)
C) Did the police close all borders of the country right away? (NO)
D) Have the parents been examined under lie-detector? (NO)
E) Has it been taken fingerprints in the home? (NO)
F) Has strange cars in the area at the time been noticed, searched etc. (NO)
G) Do the parents act and look like they are in trauma? (NO) (Not before they got the direct question from a journalist in Germany, if they themselves were involved in the case. If so, they maybe now start to feel it “burns” under their own feet?)
H) Who care for the other children, while the show is on?
I) Who pay for the show? (All the expenses, traveling around like announcing a world-fair, meeting the pope and famous people. Would these people also have met you if your child got lost? (NO))
J) Who is left behind to receive Madeleine if she returns while her parents are traveling around?
K) Are the parents / family a famous, world-wide known family, one would expect such attention around in a case like this? (NO)


Excuse me . . . Something doesn’t add up.

Monday, June 04, 2007

Your life is formed . . .
In sand and stone . . .


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TWO FRIENDS WERE WALKING THROUGH THE DESERT.
DURING SOME POINT OF THE JOURNEY,

THEY HAD AN ARGUMENT;
AND ONE FRIENDSLAPPED THE OTHER ONEIN THE FACE.



THE ONE WHO GOT SLAPPED WAS HURT,
BUT WITHOUT SAYING ANYTHING,
WROTE IN THE SAND:
TODAY MY BEST FRIEND SLAPPED ME IN THE FACE.


THEY KEPT ON WALKING, UNTIL THEY FOUND AN OASIS,
WHERE THEY DECIDED TO TAKE A BATH
THE ONE WHO HAD BEEN SLAPPED
GOT STUCK IN THE MIRE AND STARTED DROWNING,
BUT THE FRIEND SAVED HIM.


AFTER HE RECOVERED FROM THE NEAR DROWNING,
HE WROTE ON A STONE:
"TODAY MY BEST FRIEND SAVED MY LIFE ".



THE FRIEND WHO HAD SLAPPED
AND SAVED HIS BEST FRIEND ASKED HIM,
"AFTER I HURT YOU, YOU WROTE IN THE SAND
AND NOW, YOU WRITE ON A STONE, WHY?


"THE FRIEND REPLIED:
"WHEN SOMEONE HURTS US
WE SHOULD WRITE IT DOWN IN SAND,
WHERE WINDS OF FORGIVENESS CAN ERASE IT AWAY.


BUT, WHEN SOMEONE DOES SOMETHING GOOD FOR US,
WE MUST ENGRAVE IT IN STONE
WHERE NO WIND CAN EVER ERASE IT.



"LEARN TO WRITE YOUR HURTS IN THE SAND
AND TO CARVE YOUR BENEFITS IN STONE.

For sale . . .


Saturday, June 02, 2007

A girl like mom . . .




Manny was almost 29 years old, most of his friends were married and Manny just bounced from one relationship to the next.

Finally a friend asks him "What’s the matter are you looking for a perfect woman?"

"Are you that particular?"

"Can’t you find anyone who suits you?"

"No," Manny replied. "I met a lot of nice girls, but as soon as I bring them home to meet my parents my mother doesn’t like them. So I keep on looking."

"Listen" his friend suggested "why don’t you find a girl who's just like your dear ole mother?"

Many weeks pasted before Manny and his friend met again.

"So Manny, did you find the perfect woman yet, one just like your mother?"

Manny shrugged his shoulders "Yes, I found one just like my mom. My mom loved her, they became good friends."

"Excellent! So are you engaged yet?"

"I am afraid not, my father cant stand her!"

Thursday, May 24, 2007

Banking in Egypt . . .



Have you EVER experienced that your bank can not cash your paycheck, because you don’t have a bank-account???
I got a pay-check from abroad. A closed check that is. I have many times in my life got closed checks and I also used to write closed checks if I ever wrote checks. This is to prevent anybody else to be able to cash the check, if it got stolen.
So, I got a closed check from HSBC in UK and went to HSBC here in Egypt. I don’t have any bank account at the time. I have had several accounts in different banks here in Egypt, but found out that none of them are to be trusted, so I dropped it all together.
Once I had an account . . .
in Arab International Bank: When I should take out money or cash a check, they gave the money to the one behind me (a stranger) while I was signing for it and it was me who got thrown out, when I started shouting, because I had not got my money.

In commercial Bank Egypt: They gave the whole account to somebody else from Norway, with false signature and paper. She did not even have the same hand-style as me, and did not even have my name, Her name was (Carmen Furentcia!) but with the help from The Norwegian Embassy, they only handed over my account to her. That was the account of mine that was holding the major amount of my money. I never got it back. It was never anybody that found it necessary to help me.

In CityBank: They started to withdraw money for insurance directly from my account, without telling me or ask me if I was interested to have any insurance at all. THEY had decided that it was a good idea to have their insurance.

In Misr Bank: They gave the recite of received money to an unknown person behind me. That was at a time, when those recites was necessary when one should renew the visa. The stay was according to the amount you had taken out of your account in US$ for living, if you did not have work-permit.

In Pakistan International Bank of Egypt: I had given strictly, written order of that a part of my salary (from Pakistan International School, Cairo) should automatically be transferred to my account in Denmark, since I had dept there that should be paid. But with interference from the Norwegian Embassy, they had contradicted my order and instead ordered the money to themselves (to a person from the Norwegian Embassy). With the result that I came in big trouble in Denmark and lost my account in Denmark. The Norwegian Embassy also went to my school and ordered all my post censured. All my post went to the Norwegian Embassy, although I was by now a Danish citizen and connected to the Danish Embassy. (I had my mailing-address to my work, since I at that time lived in a collective.)
In some banks, like Pakistan International Bank, you even have to pay US$ 100,- to close the account.

So . . . Now I had this check from UK I wanted to cash in HSBC.
They can not cash a closed check unless you have an account in their bank. It cost LE 3000,- (US$ 521,74) to open an account. If you don’t have the money to open an account, then you can not get your money ! ! ! ! ! !
How stupid is that???
Have you ever heard anything like that before! ! ! ! ! ! ! !
Is it like that in your country; where-ever you live in the world!?
I have never experienced anything even similar to this before, any place on earth, and I have by now traveled the earth quite well.

I didn’t get my money! ! ! ! ! . . . I had to send the check back again! . . . I lost my money!

Here in Egypt, it cost between US $ 500,- 1000,- to open an account. I have never experienced that before neither, that you have to pay to open an account. Do you have to pay to open an account in your country???

Tell me . . . Have I come to monkey-land or not???

It is no way that I want to open a new account in Egypt after these experiences, but I most certainly have the right to get my money and to cash any pay-check coming from any place in the world.
Am I right or wrong?

Sometimes, I am so engrossed by the stupidity, the lack of common sense, logical sense or ordinary individual line of thought and understanding, so I do wonder if this is genetically or educationally stupidity. If it is educationally, where do they learn to become that stupid?

Please . . . . I hope as many as possible will comment on this post. Even if you do it anonymous. Only remember to tell the country you are in.
It is important to me. . . . Thank you.

Wednesday, May 23, 2007

We all feel it . . .
It's something in the air . . .

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It goes towards the summer and all of us start to get busy with other things than being on the internet. One after one disappears. Gardening, holidays, school-events to attend (both for children and their parents) etc. etc.

We all have to show patient here and understand that although we disappear for some time, I think we will be popping in from time to time. At least, do as I have done, put you favorite bloggs on blog-line, so you can see when and who is updating their blog. And I hope . . . whoever disappear now, that we will see each-other again when Autumn comes.
I myself will also be busier as usually, but I will visit from time to time. So I hope we can stay in touch, in one or another way. You have my e-mail in my profile . . . just in case . . .

Tuesday, May 22, 2007

What kind of girl are you . . .

or your wife? . . .
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------Girls----------
-------are like apples---------
-----on trees. The best ones------
----are at the top of the tree.-----
----The boys don't want to reach------
--for the good ones because they---
-are afraid of falling and getting hurt.-
Instead, they get the rotten apples-
from the ground that aren't as good,
but easy. So the apples up top think
something's wrong w/ them when in
-reality they're amazing. They just--
---have to wait for the right boy to
---- come along, the one who's-----
------- brave enough to----------
----------climb all--------------
---------the way ------------
--------to the top----------
-------of the tree.--------
***********************

Sunday, May 20, 2007

We had rain the other day . . .

and I needed washing . . .
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A little girl had been shopping with her Mom in the Mall. She must have been about 6 years old, this beautiful red haired, freckle faced image of innocence.

It was pouring outside. The kind of rain that gushesover the top of rain gutters, so much in a hurry to hit the earth it has no time to flow down the spout. We all stood there under the awning and just inside the door of the Mall.
We waited, some patiently, others irritated because nature messed up their hurried day.


I am always mesmerized by rainfall. I got lost in the sound and sight of the heavens washing away the dirt and dust of the world.Memories of running, splashing so carefree as a child came pouring in as a welcome reprieve from the worries of my day.

The little voice was so sweet as it broke the hypnotic trance we were all caught in

"Mom, let's run through the rain," she said. "What?" Mom asked.
"Lets run through the rain!" She repeated.


"No, honey. We'll wait until it slows down a bit," Mom replied.

This young child waited about another minute and repeated: "Mom,let's run through the rain,"

"We'll get soaked if we do," Mom said.

"No, we won't, Mom. That's not what you said this morning," the young girl said as she tugged at her Mom's arm.

"This morning? When did I say we could run through the rain and notget wet?"

"Don't you remember? When you were talking to Daddy about his cancer, you said, 'If God can get us through this, he can get us through anything!"

The entire crowd stopped dead silent. I swear you couldn't hear anything but the rain. We all stood silently. No one came or left in the next few minutes.

Mom paused and thought for a moment about what she would say.

Now, some would laugh it off and scold her for being silly. Some might even ignore what was said. But this was a moment of affirmation in a young child's life. A time when innocent trust can be nurtured so that it will bloom into faith.

"Honey, you are absolutely right. Let's run through the rain. If GOD let's us get wet, well maybe we just needed washing," Mom said.

Then off they ran. We all stood watching, smiling and laughing as they darted past the cars and yes, through the puddles. They held their shopping bags over their heads just in case.

They got soaked. But they were followed by a few who screamed and laughed like children all the way to their cars.



And yes, I did. . . I ran. . . I got wet. I needed washing.

Friday, May 18, 2007

MAN . . . We do the best we can,
pleace be kind. . .

,


A woman dropped in unannounced at her son's house. Having knocked on the door she immediately walked in.
She was shocked to see her daughter-in-law lying on the couch, totally naked. Soft music was playing, and the aroma of perfume filled the room.
"What are you doing?" she asked.
"I'm waiting for Justin to come home from work." The daughter-in-law answered.
"But you're naked!" the mother-in-law exclaimed.
"This is my love dress," the daughter-in-law explained.
"Love dress? But you're naked!"
"Justin loves me to wear this dress," she explained. "Every time he sees me in this dress, he instantly becomes romantic and ravages me for hours.
The mother-in-law left. When she got home she undressed, showered, put on her best perfume, dimmed the lights, put on a romantic CD, and lay on the couch waiting for her husband to arrive. Finally, her husband came home. He walked in and saw her lying there so provocatively.
"What are you doing?" he asked.
"This is my love dress," she whispered, sensually.
"Needs ironing," he said, "What's for dinner?"

Wednesday, May 16, 2007

4 years old killed his grand-dad . . .
.

The following story was told at the Sunday-school for the kids 4 ~ 7 years . . .

This family counted four married siblings and their old dad. The old man was sick and couldn’t live alone any longer, so it was decided that he should live for a while with each of his children. The problem was that none of the siblings really wanted him to live with them.
The young son in one of the families was listening to the grown ups talking about this problem.
The boy at 4 years old, went to his grand-dad and told him what he had heard.
The old man felt so sad and troubled that he took a heart-attack and died.

The Sunday-school teacher then told the children, that it was to the best for the old man, because now he was dead and had come to heaven.

I must say, I got somehow troubled when I heard this . . . Is this really a story for small children? Was this the correct way to tell the story??

What is your opinion? Do you have children going in Sunday-school, and would you like your children to hear this kind of stories?

Tuesday, May 15, 2007

Welcome Arne . . .



Arne is “new” at Blogspot.
He is one of my friends from Yahoo360 and one of the very few blog-friends of mine, I am chatting with on messenger. He has bloggs many places and I invited him over here to continue his blog at Blogspot, since we both got “fed-up” at yahoo360.
He is a cheer person, also from Norway, lived his adult life in Canada and after retirement moved to Malaga, Spain.
His blog has always something for every mindset. He is honest and polite. Politeness is also the one and only thing he expects from you.
I have over the years got both compliments and correction from Arne, but always with caring mind.
I hope he will stay with us and update his blog.
So my friends, pop into his blog, welcome him and encourage him to continue at Blogspot.

http://arnejan.blogspot.com/

Monday, May 14, 2007

Have you heard about the new
x-ray-camera? . . .

Warning women!!! Remember to keep your knickers on this summer . . . It's men with camera outside . . .

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Sunday, May 13, 2007

Been at the doctor lately? . . .

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Embarrassing Medical Exams told by new-educated doctors. . .

1. A man comes into the ER and yells, "My wife's going to have her baby in the cab!" I grabbed my stuff, rushed out to the cab, lifted the lady's dress, and began to take off her underwear. Suddenly I noticed that there were several cabs, and I was in the wrong one.
Submitted by Dr. Mark MacDonald, San Francisco

2. At the beginning of my shift I placed a stethoscope on an elderly and slightly deaf female patient's anterior chest wall. "Big breaths," I instructed. "Yes, they used to be," replied the patient.
Submitted by Dr. Richard Byrnes, Seattle, WA

3. One day I had to be the bearer of bad news when I told a wife that her husband had died of a massive myocardial infarct. Not more than five minutes later, I heard her reporting to the rest of the family that he had died of a "massive internal fart."
Submitted by Dr. Susan Steinberg

4. During a patient's two week follow-up appointment with his cardiologist, he informed me, his doctor, that he was having trouble with one of his medications. "Which one," I asked. "The patch. The nurse told me to put on a new one every six hours and now I'm running out of places to put it!" I had him quickly undress and discovered what I hoped I wouldn't see. Yes, the man had over fifty patches on his body! Now, the instructions include removal of the old patch before applying a new one.
Submitted by Dr. Rebecca St. Clair, Norfolk, VA

5. While acquainting myself with a new elderly patient, I asked, "How long have you been bedridden?" After a look of complete confusion she answered, "Why, not for about twenty years, when my husband was alive."
Submitted by Dr. Steven Swanson-Corvallis, OR

6. I was performing rounds at the hospital one morning and while checking up on a woman I asked, "So how's your breakfast this morning?" It's very good, except for the Kentucky Jelly. I can't seem to get used to the taste," the patient replied. I then asked to see the jelly and the woman produced a foil packet labeled "KY Jelly."
Submitted by Dr. Leonard Kransdorf, Detroit, MI


AND FINALLY!!!................

7. As a new, young MD doing his residency in OB , I was quite embarrassed when performing female pelvic exams. To cover my embarrassment I had unconsciously formed a habit of whistling softly. The middle-aged lady upon whom I was performing this exam suddenly burst out laughing and further embarrassing me. I looked up from my work and sheepishly said, "I'm sorry. Was I tickling you?" She replied, "No Doctor, but the song you were whistling was, "I wish I was an Oscar Meyer Wiener."
Submittet by RN, no name

Friday, May 11, 2007

Once upon a time . . .
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Some time ago I had a PodCast . . . It's like having your own radio-show. In the beginning it was quite funny. I don't know if it was the service itself, the internet or my computer . . . But more and more often the post wouldn't go through. Every time I should post it, it came a bug or when I posted it, the play-button didn't show up or it went so slowly, so the time run out and I had to make the program again and again, before the post went through.
As you can see if you go over, all the last 5 / 6 posts doesn't have play-button. (annoying) When I tried to tell about the book and read parcells from it. At the end, I had to write it down as a blog. But that was not the reason for opening a PodCast! (Know what i mean )
Because of all the trouble with the recording-process, it more and more often happened that I used up to 8 / 10 hours to make a 10 minutes post . . .
And that . . . I didn't have time for. So I closed it and decided to stick to the blog.
But if you want to hear my voice, click on my PodCast batch. You have to scroll all down to the post "The child of another brand" to find programs where the play-button works.
Enjoy !!!

Thursday, May 10, 2007

Hold your tongue . . .



It’s all about gossip. Do you gossip? Have you ever been exposed by gossip. Do you know how it feels to be exposed by gossip?

Most people believe that lying is wrong, and that’s one of the reasons so much gossip begins with “I heard” or “someone told me”. Attributing a statement to someone else take the responsibility for its accuracy away from the one speaking. Never the less . . . This doesn’t make it ethical to gossip.
In general, happy people spread positive gossip more often, and unhappy people spread negative gossip more often.
In general we tend to spread positive information about our allies and negative information about our enemies.

How can we stop gossiping?

~ Let the gossip stop with you. You can decide not to spread it further.
~ If you are not sure if something is gossip, go to the source and get the facts straight.
~ Use the Golden Rule: Talk about others in the same way you would like them to talk about you.
~ If you are not sure of what you are about to say is gossip. Ask yourself: “Do this person need to know this? Am I sure it’s true, accurate and helpful?”
~ Keep you tongue from speaking evil, and keep you lips from telling lies.
~ If you have nothing better to do that sit around talking about other people, you easy may wind up saying things you will regret later.
~ Ask yourself: “What is my motive for telling what I am about to tell?” If it is to get attention or make yourself more popular or important, then your motives are wrong and you should refrain from speaking

Monday, May 07, 2007

Biological warfare . . . ?
.
From China to Panama, a Trail of Poisoned Medicine



IN CHINA At least 18 people, most of them in Guangdong Province, died in a month last year after they ingested contaminated medicine.

Published: May 6, 2007 NY Times
The kidneys fail first. Then the central nervous system begins to misfire. Paralysis spreads, making breathing difficult, then often impossible without assistance. In the end, most victims die.

Chemical country The Taixing countryside in eastern China, near the Yangtze Delta. Forty-six barrels of toxic syrup followed a path from a factory in the nearby small town of Hengxiang to Panama.
Many of them are children, poisoned at the hands of their unsuspecting parents.
The syrupy poison, diethylene glycol, is an indispensable part of the modern world, an industrial solvent and prime ingredient in some antifreeze.
It is also a killer. And the deaths, if not intentional, are often no accident.
Over the years, the poison has been loaded into all varieties of medicine — cough syrup, fever medication, injectable drugs — a result of counterfeiters who profit by substituting the sweet-tasting solvent for a safe, more expensive syrup, usually glycerin, commonly used in drugs, food, toothpaste and other products.
Toxic syrup has figured in at least eight mass poisonings around the world in the past two decades. Researchers estimate that thousands have died. In many cases, the precise origin of the poison has never been determined. But records and interviews show that in three of the last four cases it was made in China, a major source of counterfeit drugs.


Panama is the most recent victim. Last year, government officials there unwittingly mixed diethylene glycol into 260,000 bottles of cold medicine — with devastating results. Families have reported 365 deaths from the poison, 100 of which have been confirmed so far. With the onset of the rainy season, investigators are racing to exhume as many potential victims as possible before bodies decompose even more.

Sunday, May 06, 2007

Asking for job . . .

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It is no such thing as a dress-code any more, is it??? Even at schools the teachers and school-administation start to react on the way students dress. It was a reason for that they started with school-uniform . . . Maybe we also should start with uniformed dress-code at work, since we by individual mind, don't understand to dress after situation.

What is your opinion?

Friday, May 04, 2007

I feel twisted, but good . . .



.

I have had a lot on my mind and a lot to do these last days . . .

As you know a couple of posts ago, I asked for help to publish my new book.
I got a lot of help and advices I am SO grateful for. (Not money, but help)
One told me to try to make self-publishing. I followed his advices and read everything carefully.
So now, with some problems along the “road” . . . I finally I have succeeded to convert my book into an eBook to almost half price. (In Scandinavia, it is less than half price.)
So I hope my friends, if you can help me further, please recommend my book to people. If you can put the ad (as it is on my site) on your site, please tell me so I can give you the html code. (I don't know how to put it in the post.)
Or you can copy the Ad below and go to "compose" (You maybe have to download the photo separat.) When you have the photo and text on compose, click "edit html" Then you get the html-code. Copy it and put it on you template. Then it will appear as seen below.

Get your copy as an eBook here to ½ price
click the link above

To my luck, I also have had good business in my massage-studio lately. I have been lucky enough to earn enough to buy a mattress to by bed. I have for 7 years now only had the cushions from my sofa as mattress. But since my back has been broken, after torture long time ago and the injury doesn’t get better by age, I started to feel the urge to make a mattress priority. (I am happy that I can move and walk at all.)
Finally, I also have the chance to get my teeth fixed. I have for 4 years been unable to get enough the money to make the crown I need. But a friend of mine has now said he will make it for 1/3 of the price.
If I’m lucky, I also even can get the reading-glasses I should have got 10 years ago.
The last year, my sight have dropped significant.

So, the luck has been with me . . . but not free of charge.

I am also lucky to have you as my friends.


Thank you all for your concern and help.

Thursday, May 03, 2007

We are not all alike . . .
.
Billy B. Cook . . . AKA: BBC

Supporting L>T . . .


A while back I made the poll “How shall we deal with blog - harassment”.
Some of my blog-friends have been harassed and some of have stopped blogging because of that. We all have been harassed by the same person and this person doesn’t have the politeness to stop, even when he is told to stay away.
I don’t remember how I came in contact with this person. But relative fast I got an e-mail warning about him and his strange behavior.
He looks as a nice, old man who only try to come in contact with people. So I let doubt come in the favor of the person.
He claims to be THE GOD.
He “says” that humanity is God in evolution . . . . But only as long as YOU don’t agree with him and say; “Yes, I also believe that I am a god/goddess in evolution .”
I did not even say that, but in my book “Tell Me Who I Am” which I sent a copy of to him, just because it may pear his belief.
He freaked out only by the title of the book.
The first chapters in the book is about “claimed” previous lives of mine, which came through under a regression by a hypnotizer/ doctor at the Air-force base in Norway. (Then to be counted to be a scientific correct event.)
At the time I did not even believe in multiple lives, but my “enemies” did, and they have used these information’s as a tool to legalize their evil against me throughout my life.
The title of the book came out of the idea: Am I who I know I am . . . or am I the one they say I am?? You read the book and . . . “Tell me who I am”
In one of my “claimed” previous lives I have been a goddess, you see. (I don't believe that, but they believed that.)
It was this “fact” that kicked the legs away under BBC.
He simply freaked out in a hysterical, psychopathic way.
From this minute he language changed to become insulting, full of swearing and cursing. Comments and e-mails came flowing with shouting; “YOU ARE NOT A GODDESS . YOU ARE A FUCKING, DELUSIONAT MONKEY . . . “
Etc. etc. etc . . .
It is not necessary to repeat all insulting . . . But in short term : I am a fucking, very sick, mental destroyed monkey that don’t have a clue about life, spirituality, or any subject of life. I am a lying, deceiving slut. The only thing I have in my mind, after his opinion is; I am a over-sexual, neurotic, whore that have only one thing in mind . . . sex, sex and more sex . . . with other monkeys.
(At least I have something on my mind.)

This post is to support L>T, http://theworldofltart.blogspot.com/
who also have a post about the problems she has to get rid of him. Also because my poll told me to write a post about the person making harassment.

Tuesday, May 01, 2007

What the eye may not see . . .

We are always busy with denying what we can not see.
But see . . . It's a lot of things which are present although we normaly cannot see or hear it.
Like the sound barrier . . . We cannot see that it actually is a kind of wall controlling the sounds around. To human that means, it is a lot of sounds the human ear cannot hear.
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But when an airoplane passes the sound barrier, a camera actually can capture "the wall".
As you SEE . . . The plane is actually passing through an "invisible" wall.








Do you want to deny it??? Explain it to be something else than what it is?? To normalize it to an extend so it's absolute abnormal???
Don't worry . . . That is normal . . .

Monday, April 30, 2007

Doesn't the time run fast ?. . .
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THE YEAR 1907


The world has been for million of years, but during the last 100 years it has been an explotion that in the beginning looked as developement, but now . . . 100 years later we also can see it will become our end . . .

~ Here are some of the U.S. Statistics for the Year
1907:

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~ The average life expectancy in the U.S. Was 47 years old.
~ Only 14 percent of the homes in the U.S. Had a
bathtub.
~ Only 8 percent of the homes had a telephone.
~ A three-minute call from Denver to New York City cost eleven dollars.
~ There were only 8,000 cars in the U.S., and only 144
miles of paved roads.
~ The maximum speed limit in most cities was 10 mph.
~ Alabama, Mississippi, Iowa, and Tennessee were each
more heavily populated than California.
~ With a mere 1.4 million people, California was only
the 21st most populous state in the Union.
~ The tallest structure in the world was the Eiffel
Tower!
~ The average wage in the U.S. Was 22 Cents per hour.
~ The average U.S. Worker made between $200 and $400
per year .
~ A competent accountant could expect to earn $2000
per year,
~ A dentist made $2,500 per year,
~ A veterinarian $1,500 per year,
~ And a mechanical engineer about $5,000 per year.
~ More than 95 percent of all births in the U.S. Took
place at HOME.
~ Ninety percent of all U.S. Doctors had NO COLLEGE
EDUCATION! Instead, they attended so-called medical schools,
many of which were condemned in the press AND the government as
"substandard."
~ Sugar cost four cents a pound.
~ Eggs were fourteen cents a dozen.
~ Coffee was fifteen cents a pound.
~ Most women only washed their hair once a month, and
used borax or egg yolks for shampoo.

~ Canada passed a law that prohibited poor people from entering into their country for any reason.
~ Five leading causes of death in the U.S. Were:
> 1. Pneumonia and influenza
> 2. Tuberculosis
> 3. Diarrhea
> 4. Heart disease
> 5. Stroke
~ The American flag had 45 stars.
~ Arizona, Oklahoma, New Mexico, Hawaii, and Alaska hadn't been admitted to the Union yet.
~ The population of Las Vegas, Nevada, was only 30!!!!
~ Crossword puzzles, canned beer, and ice tea hadn't been invented yet.
~ There was no Mother's Day or Father's Day.
~ Two out of every 10 U.S. Adults couldn't read or
write.
~ Only 6 percent of all Americans had graduated from
high school.

~ Marijuana, heroin, and morphine were all available
over the counter at the local corner drugstores. Back
then pharmacists
~ Said, "Heroin clears the complexion, gives buoyancy
to the mind, regulates the stomach and bowels, and is, in fact, a
perfect guardian of health."
~ There were about 230 reported Murders in the ENTIRE
U.S.A. !

Sunday, April 29, 2007

Friday, April 27, 2007

Can you guess this riddle . . . ?



.
I am bigger than God.
I’m more cruel than Satan.
The beggars are full of me.
The rich people need me.
If you eat me, you will die.
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(I'll give the answer later in the comment-box)