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Mimi Time is feeling Reikied

"Just a little white t-shirt"
“Just a little white t-shirt”

I have passed my first level Reiki course for humans and for horses- in case anybody wondered.  I even got a beautiful certificate, which I can frame and put up on my wall- conversations at dinner parties will probably never run dry ever again…

Reiki is actually really wonderful and also a little weird. During my course we meditated, my Reiki channel was cleansed (I had my eyes closed while it was happening- so no idea how this was done), I learned about chakras and the history of Reiki -it was only really developed in the 20ies by a a japanese guy in Kyoto and only came to Germany in the 80ies. And now every good esoteric person does it. I guess there has been a bit of a Reiki-revolution…

I had booked the course without ever having had a Reiki treatment myself, maybe I should have known what I was signing up for, but I was so sure, that it was what I wanted to do. But luckily my lovely Reiki teacher gave me a Reiki treatment on the second day so that I know what it feels like, before treating clients and I was so relaxed, that I thought I would never be able to get up again. But fortunately there is also something you can do to wake clients up again (apart from a bucket of cold water..) Mental note: you don’t want the clients snoring away on your massage table in your living room after the treatment…

But it is really amazing, that placing your hands on certain areas on the body makes the recipient so relaxed and calm, I am still kind of overwhelmed by this.

Since coming home, I have been doing some animal testing of Reiki on my cat and she really likes it.  I am actually a bit worried, she is  going to be a Reiki junkie -when she sees me, she throws herself on the floor and waits to be Reikied…I guess I just have to keep delivering before the Reiki withdrawal starts.

Also the horse we practiced on was happy to get some Reiki energy. He looked like he was going to fall asleep and chewed happily away (a sign of relaxation) after he passed wind (farted) which is also a sign that the Reiki energy was relaxing him. Just a little reminder: if you come for a Reiki treatment to me, try NOT to pass wind, while I am giving you Reiki. (I am not that spiritual yet)

My teacher told me, that with the first grade in Reiki, things can change in your life, and guess what? The very next morning my life changed already. I didn’t want to drink coffee anymore. Ginger tea. With real ginger, of course. And then another thing happened, I felt like I didn’t want to wear black anymore…WHAT??? After 10 years of only wearing black, I wanted some white in my life. I had this lovely image in my head:

Just a little white t-shirt with a jeans and a fresh complexion, no make-up, but flowers in my long hair, laughing, running across a summer field in slow motion…

So what was missing was the little white t-shirt to start the new summer look. Of course H&M is always good for a little t-shirt and I bought a couple, as white is good for the aura. It reflects it (that’s apparently why the yogis like to wear white so much). And I really wanted to show off my newly cleansed aura in a little white shirt. But when I got home and put on my new white t-shirt I remembered, why I stopped wearing white t-shirts:

THEY ARE ALWAYS SEE-THROUGH.

So, in order to let my aura shine, I now need to wear a little white shirt under the little white shirt, so that I can go outside…

Lovelies, I am sending you all some lovely Reiki energy and remember:

YOU ARE BEAUTIFUL NO MATTER WHAT THEY SAY-even if you wear a see-through little white t-shirt.

 

Mimi Time is feeling spiritual

"Reiki anyone?"
“Reiki anyone?”

Mimi Time is feeling spiritual. I am feeling spiritual. I am Mimi Time.

Do I have to mention the football game from last night? Ok it was amazing. I actually didn’t see it. Here in Denmark it was all quiet and calm and I felt a bit tired after trying to ride my horse, who believes not being ridden and room service are his personal rights in life. As there is not so much grass on the pasture and I started taking hay out to the horses and when they see me coming pushing the big heavy cart, they seem to laugh at me, before they attack the cart and the hay. So much for eating manners…

As my life is changing from day to day, I decided to do something that I have wanted to do for a while: I am becoming a Reiki practitioner for humans and horses. Next week I will do the course while on holiday in Hamburg. Great workshop- AND HOLIDAYS IN HAMBURG!!!!!

But before the course I have to prepare myself for the Reiki attunement- it seems to be serious stuff. Vegan food a week before, no cigarettes and only pure thoughts ( I am guessing this…)  The vegan food is fine but the problem is I get hungry quite quickly again. So I am eating masses of rice, vegetable and more salad. But then as a result of all the veggies, I am feeling quite spiritual. Soon I will only be wearing white clothes, eat only vegan, knit my own scratchy jumpers and see everything as a sign from the universe. Maybe I can let the universe know, what I really would like? Mental not: Must write a letter to the universe:

Happy love, happy money, happiness, happy work, happy horse (just need to keep delivering room service) so Happy, Happy, Happy.

Maybe I should meditate a little (can you see how spiritual I am now???), just so that I am spiritual charged when receiving the attunement. Little secret here: while meditating I nearly always fall asleep and when I say I am going to meditate I could also just say I am off for a cat-nap.

When I told people about my Reiki course people offered themselves as test subjects for me to practice Reiki on. I think that is so nice of them- they even offered their horses for practicing.

But I think I really need to meditate on what I will eat, buy and do in Hamburg: Here a short list: Asian food, Sushi, Shopping, Friends, Tante Ju, New Riding Trousers withe real leather (sorry PETA), glam food, Dino, Shopping, Food, Shopping, Drink, Speak German, Food, Shopping… – Ah I can’t wait.

And because I am so spiritually charged I don’t mind, that I can’t keep my phone number. Ok, so I lost my job, my apartment and my phone number. I took a work phone and transferred the number to the company. And now I can’t get it back. I am not bitter about that.Oh no. I am not bitter about having new business cards with the old number, which I can’t use now- no I am very calm about it, because I got this lovely new number which is a lot more spiritually charged (I decided that) with many sevens. So all happy and good.

…and Lovelies remember:

YOU ARE BEAUTIFUL NO MATTER WHAT THEY SAY- even more if you get some free Reiki by Mimi Time wether you are a horse or a human.

 

Mimi Time is confused- about being German.

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“I would rather go to the beach now…”

I am confused. Mimi Time is confused. I am Mimi Time.

On Saturday I was teaming up with my colleague again and we had 11 summerhouses to check and to disinfect the spas. We were both looking forward to finishing early, as the day started nice and easy. All the houses seems to be in order and we were thinking what to do with the rest of the lovely day. Oh well, when you think like that, something usually happens. We had to do one quick disinfection of a spa and we were driving around, then the GPS said, the house is on the left side and we looked to the left side saw the summerhouse sticker on the letter box and there were people unloading their car. We thought that as a little early, as it was before 4 o’clock. We went inside and explained we had to check the spa. It was a huge spa and pool area and we disinfected the whirlpool. It took a while to fill and clean the tub. Then we couldn’t find the baby chair and bed we should bring back from the house, while the whole family was moving in. It was a bit awkward doing the cleaning while the family was moving in and when we finally sat in the car again, my colleague looked at me and just said:

“That was the wrong house…”

Although the whirlpool we wrongly disinfected didn’t have the sticker that says it that it had been disinfected, so I guess we did a good thing. But we drove quickly to the right house and had to disinfect that spa too. We both didn’t quite know, wether to laugh or cry.

After that things got worse.

We were disinfecting a spa and checking the cleaning, when a German family arrived. We finished quickly and when we were driving away one of the guys came running after us.

“There is an ant’s nest in the pool room!”

We went back inside and the whole family (7 people) were standing around us looking at the ants. Yes, there was an ant’s nest- even though it was a small one. When we wanted to vacuum them away, one of the girls became hysterical and said, then they would be in the whole house. We asked them to get in contact with the office to ask for somebody professional to kill the ants. To be quite honest, I don’t know what to do with ants in the pool house. In my previous jobs, I didn’t have to kill ants.

The office then called us back and asked us to go back and vacuum the ants away.

So we went back and now the girl thought she had found other things she was not happy with. I couldn’t really see the faults, but  then I might need glasses too… When we told her we would now vacuum the ants away, it nearly became an affair of the State. She nearly had a break down and was yelling at us and asked me, if I wanted to have a holiday like that? I was thinking:

“I would rather go to the beach now…”

It was very important to make sure we were wrong and she was right. In my eyes she was just picky and was afraid of ants. In the end I killed the offending ants with my bare hands and kitchen roll (got bitten by a few too…) and cleaned the floor with detergent, before a man with ant-poison would come later. So, ants dead, hysterical lady more or less calmed down and we on our way back to the office.

In the car my colleague just muttered:

“I hate Germans…”

Well yes,  I can see why the Danes don’t like the Germans. Being yelled at is not so nice. They like them staying at a house, because it will be clean afterwards, but when they are moving in, they are sometimes not so friendly. I don’t actually understand why the Germans really like reprimanding people so much. It seems like a sport to them to get really personal in their yelling. And the other person is not allowed to answer back as they are in a inferior position (I think I have seen that scene in German movies before…)

Maybe I should become Danish now?

But lovelies remember:

YOU ARE BEAUTIFUL NO MATTER WHAT THEY SAY- even if you are an ant-fearing-hysterical-cleanliness Freak-German…

 

Mimi Time feels passive aggressive.

"I am a cat I should NOT be wearing a rain coat- TAKE IT AWAY!!!"
“I am a cat I should NOT be wearing a rain coat- TAKE IT OFF!!!”

I am feeling passive aggressive. Mimi Time is feeling passive aggressive. I am Mimi Time.

The delegation of ex-colleagues from my ex-work was coming round today to check my ex-apartment. Me being a good girl wanted to clean a bit before, so that they couldn’t bitch about me never cleaning. Actually my history of flat cleaning is always kept to a minimum. Anyway to impress the ex-colleagues of my Hausfrau talents I cleaned yesterday- which I shouldn’t have. I left the vacuum cleaner in the hallway and guess what? I walked into it and injured my little toe. Has anybody done that? It hurt like hell and became swollen and blue.

FUCK!!!

Because of that gory accident I had to cancel my plans to feed my horse (sorry Goldpfeil) due to my incapability to wear shoes due to a nearly broken toe.

SHIT.

Anyway the accident happened after I cleaned a bit and so I didn’t have to be ashamed this morning. There were four slightly awkward people parading through my apartment and trying to get me to move out before the end of the month as my successor is moving to Denmark. I offered them a deal, that a professional moving firm could persuade me to move out earlier, which they didn’t want to consider. Well, then I stay until the end of the month. No problem.

Seeing my ex-colleagues reminded that non of my Danish colleagues explained the unemployment system here. In Germany you are entitled to unemployment money once you have worked for one year. But not in the liberal and oh so social Denmark. Here you have to pay into a private unemployment fund in order to get something when you loose your job. But any good Dane will know that of course and they will not confuse A-Kassa (the unemployment insurance) with something that is where you pay in a supermarket.

I really don’t get, that an international workplace can be so shy about giving out information on how to live in Denmark. (Can you now feel my passive aggressiveness??? I told you so…) When I started working here I wasn’t being paid for 3 months, as opening a bank account here is not for dummies and again my workplace thought that this was a good learning opportunity for me, without telling me, how it is done. I found out, that I need a CPR number in this country in order to do anything. So, for that you have to go and register and ask nicely for permission to stay in this open and liberal country (sorry it is sneaking in again…) All in all the registration process took 3 months and when I finally got my money from 3 months work, I was laughing all the way to the bank.

When I got a really bad tooth ache, I realized I should have registered with a private insurance, which covers a bit of the outrages dental bills. But then I should have registered BEFORE the tooth started hurting. Once the tooth stopped hurting due to a root canal, my empty purse was hurting so much, it was crying every night. Poor, poor purse.

So my ex-colleagues were walking through my nearly ex flat and pointing to random second hand furniture and asked, if that was mine or the company’s. I felt  a slight worry from them that I might take off with a few little nice pieces of furniture donated either by predecessors or a second hand store. Maybe I should run away with the flowery couch or maybe the Ikea table for 200 kr? Well, it actually would look lovely in my new flat…

After the invasion of the establishment I though going to the horse and enjoying my riding lesson would  be nice. But when I saw my horse, my mood plummeted:

My horse had a severely swollen eye and looked like he’d been in a fight. He didn’t want to tell me, who had kicked him, even though I asked him nicely. I don’t know why both my animals think at the moment that the vet is so nice that she needs to be visited often…

My trainer rode the horse today and even with her he really wanted to get rid of her -he doesn’t believe he should be ridden- he is a horse of leisure and if he could he would be saying:

“Talk to the hand, BITCH, the ears ain’t listening…!”

…and he was about to rear, but my trainer was quicker and he couldn’t jump up. I guess he feels passive aggressive too. You know horses are the mirror of us and as I was in a passive aggressive mood, he was too.

My cat still has to wear the blue plastic rain-cape, as I am not paying the vet for another set of stitches. She is slightly passive aggressive too and still keeps trying to get rid of the safety cape- ALL NIGHT LONG!!!!

But you know what? Tomorrow is another day and life will be lovely and full of roses again… really.

And remember:

YOU ARE BEAUTIFUL NO MATTER WHAT THEY SAY- especially ex-colleagues, ex-friends, ex-men and other exes…and LAUGH…

"Lets have a snack now, we'll get friendly later.  You got a cat?"ALF
“Lets have a snack now, we’ll get friendly later. You got a cat?”ALF

 

 

Mimi Time is happy.

"Happy horses make you happy too."
“Happy horses make you happy too.”

I am happy. Mimi Time is happy. I am Mimi Time.

Update: Cat better. Found a nice place to live and work part-time. Moving to a horse stable. Becoming the horse-girl I always wanted to be.

After all the depressing news about my cat having to wear a raincoat collar and having to be stitched up again, I thought it is time to write about something nice too. I have been offered a part-time job at a horse stable not far from where I live now. Part of the pay is a beautiful apartment on the farm and I can take my horse and cat too. Jippiiieeeh. My new boss had read my blog and asked me, if I was interested in working at her stable and-

YES I am.

I feel like the 12 year old girl again, that used to hang out at the pony stable in Germany. Back then I wanted my own pony so much, but unfortunately my parents didn’t think that me having a pony was a priority in life. Riding in the forrest on little fat ponies made me feel so free. Not sure if my beloved Goldpfeil would be impressed by long rides in the forrest as he thinks being ridden is definitely overrated.

So now, after many years (although it feels not THAT long) I get to live at a horse stable, have my own horse and will learn lots about handling and riding horses. It is funny, how wishes do come true, but sometimes they need a while to materialize. So, when I am really old, maybe that handsome Mr.Prince will also finally drop in for a Sherry.

Lovelies, do remember: YOU ARE BEAUTIFUL NO MATTER WHAT THEY SAY- and wishes do come true even if it takes a while (years and years and years…)

Start wishing as the wish-mail might be slow…

 

Mimi Time is concerned

"If you laugh- you are dead..."
“If you laugh- you are dead…”

I am concerned. Mimi Time is concerned. I am Mimi Time.

My cat Dotty was sterilized last week and today she still had an open wound on her belly. On Saturday the vet wasn’t that concerned, but today she was. So Dotty had to go into surgery again and get stitched up again and I had to pay again…

Dotty had thought having stitches in her belly is not so glam (I have to agree, they were not done that beautifully) and so she took them out herself and was sporting this  big gashing wound, which seemed so deep that it looked like you could see in her tummy what she had for breakfast. (well luckily she didn’t have breakfast- neither did I we were at the vet’s at 9)

After the vet had stitched her up, I picked up a severely drugged cat with a blue collar to prevent her to take out the new stitches.She stumbled over the cape and got trapped in it straight away. Luckily I don’t have a full time job, as I had to run after the cat to save her from her  entanglement in her little cape. She kept getting her paws stuck into the cape and was sliding across the floor, as it tripped her up.

I hope Miss Dotty takes a nap now, I feel a bit tired too…oh yes she stopped fighting against sleep…psssst.

I actually wanted to organize a new phone today, but I was getting stuck in the queue to buy a phone. And I really wanted to spend an obscene amount of money on a new phone. Finally when I got through, a bright girl picked up and I asked my standard sentence:

“Is it ok to speak in English?”

I guess not. She hung up on me and nobody else picked up my call. Finally I gave up to try to spend a fortune on a new phone. But customer service in Denmark is really depended on if you know the people you are dealing with and if the person  is having a good day or not.

But the most difficult thing for a non Dane is, that the Danes, so used to things in their country don’t tell you little quirky infos and facts. Not knowing can get expensive, when you forget to tick one little box when setting up your taxes online and over sudden you get a tax bill of 50.000 kr (about 7000 in real European money-€) That is why I wanted to speak to a per on and ask questions instead of just clicking on the colorful picture of a trendy mobile phone.

So, a drugged cat later with a raincoat collar, a big vet’s bill, no phone and people from my ex-work wanting to inspect my nearly ex- flat on Thursday. I guess I am not having the greatest day.

But then on the other hand my cat sleeps now, Germany won last night and I just watched “Shopping Queen”- Things could be worse… couldn’t they (HOW????)

But I know, that my little drug-addict cat will never ever go into that transport box ever again on her entire live- so moving will only be possible with lots of cat-drugs.

So my lovelies, all the cat-owners and -lovers out there probably know what I am talking about. If you don’t- just don’t laugh at the blue cat-raincoat-collar. Dotty is a touch  touchy today.

and remember:

YOU ARE BEAUTIFUL, NO MATTER WHAT THEY SAY- even if you are on drugs and sporting a blue raincoat collar…

Mimi Time is proud

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“Come and jump in for a little swim- nobody will know.”

 

I am proud. Mimi Time is proud. I am Mimi Time.

So. We managed. 10 summer houses in one day. One cleaning and 9 inspections.

I have to say that renting a summer house is definitely easier than cleaning it, my muscles ache a bit today, but  I hope to get a bit fitter with time, in Mimi Time so to speak…

I learned, that it really depends on the nationality of the summer house guests, what to expect in the house. I didn’t know, there was a direct connection between nationality and cleanliness. The ranking for cleanliness is a s follows:

1. Germans

2. Danes

3. Other

My colleague for the day looked at our list and lit up, when there had been staying Germans in the house, which we had to check after they moved out, as in her experience the house would be perfectly cleaned (some guests clean the house themselves after their stay). And guess what? It is also my experience now. Although the Danes are following the Germans very closely (I don’t just say that to keep readers in Denmark happy…).

The first house had been rented by a nationality other than German or Danish and there were little cereal hoops everywhere in the house and millions of dog hair in the sofa. Did their child walk around and distributed those little funny hoops all over the house before locking the dog into the sofa? Hiding the hoops in the sofa (with the dog), under the sofa, under the bed and around the kitchen? I was vacuuming and hoping to find them all, as if a new guest would find them before me, they would definitely complain about these colorful little hoops.

While vacuuming away I felt a tiny little bit proud that my people (Germans) are so well-liked by the summer house staff. It is good to know, that we are liked by some.

Suddenly I was wondering if I had this extreme cleanliness-gene as well? And what if not?

But why did the Germans clean the houses to this perfection? I imagined the German Hausfrau cleaning away in their holiday, while her husband Karl-Heinz sat on the sofa reading his newspaper. Is this what they do? I think they can’t have had a lot of spare time to discover the area, as they must have been cleaning the whole time. Maybe Hausfrau Eva got up before her husband to do a bit of cleaning before breakfast, like a little cleaning-work-out. Maybe she would feel lost, without it? It is a bit of a mystery to me.

But back to cleaning…

The weather was muggy and the sweat was trickling down my neck, forehead and back and then I washed the floor in the pool room. The extreme light blue color of the water was greeting me and whispering to me:

“Come and jump in for a little swim- nobody will know”

I restrained myself, but my inner voice nearly won.

Mental note: When I have cleaned enough summer house and Mr.Prince has dropped in for a little Sherry, I will rent one of the glamorous summer houses and have a little holiday. With sauna and swimming and in the whirlpool.

Although when going through the houses, I got a feeling for how many other people have been there before. Sometimes they leave their things: shampoo, chocolate, chewing tobacco in the shower (what???) and razors. And sometimes you can still smell the presence of the last guests and that is not so glam. In one of the rooms it smelled like something big and bad was rotting under the bed- I checked and luckily there was nothing. I was kind of expecting to find something dead down there.

Oh just imagine. Hausfrau and Karl-Heinz get into a fight and she says to him: “Karl-Heinz I have had it with all that cleaning, I am leaving you for a nice Norwegian man, he appreciates me not only for my cleaning.”But as Karl-Heinz  can’t live without his cleaning machine, he kills her and leaves her under the summer house bed in Denmark.

Vacuuming the hair off the mattress reminded me of all the people having slept in that bed. All their dreams and emotions seeping in the mattresses. Hmmm. I guess holidays at home are fine for me too.

We drove all over the area, over dirt roads with potholes so deep they could kill your car and through forests and into summer house colonies (why do you want to be so close to other people, when you opt for the country-holiday???) along the deep blue see with little mini- ponies grazing on dark green grass and my heart was singing: I do like it here.

When we got back to the summer house centre we were greeted by the manager and she anxiously asked me, if the day had been ok? When I said yes and that I would like to continue with the job she was so happy, she nearly hugged me. For the first time I really felt appreciated as a worker 🙂 Maybe she suspects me to have the German-cleaning-gene and the German-eye-to detect dirt, even though I am not sure yet if I do.

Next Saturday I will be on my way to dirt busting and checking cleanliness again. Maybe I will find some more stories and hopefully nothing rotten in the Sate of Denmark!

and lovelies do remember:

YOU ARE BEAUTIFUL NO MATTER WHAT THEY SAY- even when you clean whirlpools.

 

Mimi Time is scared.

You WILL give me expensive food, or I'll haunt you in your dreams!
You WILL give me expensive food, or I WILL haunt you in your dreams!

I am scared. Mimi Time is scared. I am Mimi Time.

I have taken my cat’s free will to have babies and had her sterilized  yesterday. I tried to explain her, that we girls have to stick together now and that we can’t afford Disco-babies (babies made after a little disco evening…) If I can’t have one, she can’t have 1 till 7 either. The problem with that is, that she now has got something to blackmail me with and cats are very good at that.

In the supermarket I felt her watching me, as I was trying to grab the cheap cat food and heard :

“You WILL give me expensive cat food, or else I WILL haunt you in your dreams”

And guess what? I took the expensive, beautifully designed, little minute package. In the commercial for that exquisite product, the cat-mommy serves this brand in a long black dress and puts a little parsley on the top to make it even tastier for the little one.

Mental note: Must get fab black long dress to serve cat food…

But actually I didn’t go to the supermarket for expensive cat food, but to buy hair dye. For my first day of cleaning inspector and cleaner tomorrow, I didn’t want to show up with my dark-social-welfare-roots. Understandable, isn’t it? You might be cleaning other people’s rubbish, but you don’t want to feel like other people’s rubbish.

Every time I buy hair dye in Denmark, I am astonished. I think hair color is classed as a luxury item in Denmark, it costs €15.

REALLY???

Something that costs about €3 in Germany- Yeah, yeah I know. If I don’t like it I can go back to where I came from- but you lovelies, I don’t get unemployment benefits in Germany either, as I didn’t work there. Who actually said we are one Europe…

But back to hair…

I am wondering, if  Denmark doesn’t know that a girl with dark roots and grey in her hair (obviously not in my case) will not consume as much (you just don’t feel so hot with a bad hair do-less VAT earned, less profit, less taxes, less workers needed), wouldn’t meet boys (if you don’t buy new things, you obviously CAN’T go out) and wouldn’t make Danish babies with Danish men (as you don’t go out and don’t meet any hunky Danes…) and the already small population in  beautiful Denmark will eventually die out…

So there you have it Denmark, do you want your population to grow or to dwindle into nothing? The choice is yours, lovely government of Denmark (unfortunately I know no names of important politicians as I don’t understand Danish TV to personal this):

“Lower the prices for hair dye and make your population grow”

Must dash to apply overly priced hair dye to hair, but first I went to deliver the overly priced glamorous tuna cat food to the little one. It actually looked incredibly tasty. And do you know what? I had to try it- don’t tell anybody…but it looked better than it tasted. Lesson learned.

Enjoy your day you lovelies and remember:

YOU ARE BEAUTIFUL NO MATTER WHAT THEY SAY (as long as you don’t have any dark roots…)