Dutch-A-Pimpin’ – Tug’s Photos

One of my looong time bloggy friends is Tug. She used to have a personal blog, but today I am pimping her photoblog Tug’s Photos.

Another incredibly talented photographer in our tiny corner of the blogosphere that deserves a huge audience. Now, I don’t have the arrogance to think that my pimping will render her thousands more readers, but even if some of you would be set on the trail of her photoblog that would be wonderful. Because she deserves it. And you deserve to enjoy her wonderful photos.

I photograph a lot, and I like doing so, but I couldn’t hold a candle to the likes of photographers as this woman is. I look at their photographs and think “how the hell do they do it?!” and “how the freck did they think of doing it thát way, from thát angle“. Yeah, I am pretty sure I won’t ever reach that particular level, but I am trying. Practise makes perfect, huh?

Today, the picture on her blog is very fitting a shot of Mt Rushmore. Click on “Archives” in the upper right corner of her photoblog to get an overview of all the other wonderful pics that are on there. Trust me, you should. One is as beautiful as the other and the next, and the next. I don’t know about you, but looking at beautiful, yet simple, photographs -the best photography there is, as far as I am concerned: beautiful in it’s simplicity- always puts a huge smile on my face.

So on this glorious 4th of July I am setting you all free to go visit Tug’s Photos. Hey! I know Independence Day when I see it! Ha! Go over there, enjoy the beautiful pictures, have them put a smile on your face and then please bring that smile back over here. I like seeing smiley faces. I do!

Happy 4th of July to my American friends, and Happy Saturday to the rest of the world’s bloggers. Peace!

There is still vacancies in the pimpin’ quarters for the upcoming weeks. Wanna be pimped? Don’t be shy… It won’t hurt… much… I promise!!! Go HERE for information!

Dutch-A-Pimpin’: Blondefabulocity

OK, it’s time for a new Dutch-A-Pimpin’ and this weeks’ bitch is the Floridian based wonderful and awesome BlondeFabulous and her blog BlondeFabuloCity! She blogs about life, family and the pursuit of all things Blonde & Fabulous. Now that’s a great thing! That obviously does mean that I do not fall into the category pursuied, ya know, not being blonde anymore… But I figured I’d pimp her out anyway… I am good like that…

BlondeFabulous is a stay at home Mom that cares for her 3 kids, two of whom have type 1 diabetes (and 1 whose hobby it is to break 2 wrists at the same time just days before heading off to a rollercoaster filled themeparc). She does catering and professional baking “on the side” for people -as she states herself- who are desperate and really need it (and are cheap)! The cakes she bakes are a.w.e.s.o.m.e! I suck at backing. Hell, I suck at baking off prebaked bread (you can stop snickering now, bitch, you know who you are)! So I am in awe of someone who is a start in that field.

What more can I say? She’s been around for a few years, she’s wonderful, she’s funny, she’s blonde ánd fabulous. And you should go over and read her. Seriously. You’ll like her.

Her thumbnail is right over there in the far right sidebar. Click it and it will pick you up, whirl you through the blogosphere and * thump * drop you at the URL of BlondeFabuloCity, so you can get acquainted with BlondeFabulous. Tell her I sent ya, also tell her you can’t stay… That you have to go back to The Dutch Files at some point, sooner rather than later, because I am a strict bitch that owes thigh high red latex stiletto heeled boots and a whip and I am  not afraid to use them (but with a good kind heart and only for your own good).

See ya back in a bit then, right? RIGHT? Have fun! Just not too much! Make sure you come back to the brunette!

There is still vacancies in the pimpin’ quarters for the upcoming weeks. Wanna be pimped? Don’t be shy… It won’t hurt… much… I promise!!! Go HERE for information!

Dutch-A-Pimpin’: Life is Not a Movie

Do you remember Robin? Who used to have a blog called “The Road Less Unraveled”? Well, she’s moved blogs, and this week she’s mah new Dutch-A-Pimpin’ bitch!

Robin’s got a new blog called “Life is Not a Movie” and well, I couldn’t agree with her more! Hell, it’s not, is it? Her own description of it is like this: Choose life. Choose a job. Choose a career. Choose a family. Choose a fucking big television. Choose good health, low cholesterol and dental insurance. Choose your friends. Choose leisure wear and matching luggage. Choose DIY and wondering who you are on a Sunday morning. Choose your future. Choose life…

What more can I add to that? It’s all about choices you make and what you do with your life (well, and then some of the shit that life throws at you, of course). Other than that I think that Robin is an awesome blogger, and a great chick! That of course… And that you should reaaaally go over to read her blog… that too… Because she does have shit to say… important shit, funny shit, great shit… that as well..

And not the least important thing, that you are supposed to come back over here… The regulars already know and you can see from the whip scars who has defied that order once or more often… The newbies… beware… I’ll be expecting you back here after visiting Robin… Just sayin’

Now click that thumbnail in the sidebar and go over to visit… tell her I sent ya! Skoot!

There is still vacancies in the pimpin’ quarters for the upcoming weeks. Wanna be pimped? Don’t be shy… It won’t hurt… much… I promise!!! Go HERE for information!

I forgot about Singleton Rule #1

So last Mondaynight was definetely one of the heaviest thunderstorms I have ever experienced in my life in Dutchyland… Yes, I know, compared to all your hurricanes, tornados and whatnaught we are lightweights… but totally beside the point..

I was sitting on my red sofa, watching some TV, having Lady Penelope distract me on IM giving me details on the state of hangover recovery she was in, and outside it was raining, thundering and lightening… and suddenly

* BANG *

It was the loudest one I have ever heard. There was not only a loud bang outside but also one inside and *poof* power was gone…  I swiftly checked the rest of the appartment and the outside and it was all pitchblack… I went to the cupboard to get my big ass flashlight (hmmmm, do you like my big…. flashlight?) and opened the front door to get to my electricity meter to see if the main switch had been turned off. It had. I turned it back on again and nothing… Then I heard my two 70+ downstairs neighbors in somewhat of a frenzy downstairs, not knowing what to do. Dressed in nothing but some sweats and a skimpy top, armed with my flashlight I went downstairs to the rescue. I switched both their main switches on and *poof* their power came back on (and their everlasting grattitude is upon me, of course).

I walked back up the stairs just at the moment that my cute, but waaaay too young, next door neighbor came out his door to look at his main electricity switch… and all I could immediately think was

“Bugger, bugger, bugger! The ONE time I walk out of the house without any make up on!!! Shite!”

Yeah, cos tho he is waaay too young for me, you never know right? And he might have right-aged friends right? And they for once might not be fucktards… And isn’t the #1 Singleton Rule: NEVER go out in public without any make up on! Sigh… well, it is MY rule anyway… Not even power outage, not even thunderstorms, nothing justifies walking out of the house like that, dummy DutchBitch! And this was your wake up call -slash- punishment…

I talked to W (the neighbour) for a bit, we tried turning off all the electricity switches and turning them back on again, and while the whole neighborhood was getting power back, with us… nothing… After a while we decided to just go to sleep seeing as it was almost midnight anyway and just wait and see if power came back on by the morning.

It did… 1.5 hour later at about 1.15 a.m. When I suddenly was woken, in between thunderbolts that were making the house shake, by all the lights in the house switching on and the TV blaring. I sent W a text message

DutchBitch txt: “My power just came back on, no cable yet tho”
W txt: “I was just going to text the same to you. Going to sleep now. Goodnight :)”
DB txt: “Thanks and goodnight to you too. And you can please wipe that picture of your neighbor without make up from your memory, thanks”
W txt: “Oh please, you can totally pull off the no-make-up look. Sleep well”

Pff, I saw what I looked like, so I am sure he doesn’t mean any of it, he just knows not to piss of his next door neighbor and made a wise decision, heh…

All of Dutchyland was fucked up due to the thunderstorm. At DutchBitch Casa the brandnew Wii, dvd player and amplifier got fried. Fifth worst morning traffic jam of all time, motorways closed due to flooding, trees fallen over, fires all over due to lighting hitting, power still out in some places, trainschedules fucked up, cable still out (thank GOD, I switched my internet from cable to ADSL a while ago, whew, can you imagine?!)… Yeah, us Dutchies are lightweights, I know… Deal with it!

And if any of you were wondering.. yes… to compensate in the morning I went out in a black and white polka dotted dress, black high heels and a black cardigan (’twas a bit chilly out, give me a break! sheesh!). Silky smooth shaven legs. Fully make upped and hair dressed… I looked hawt!