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[kittydesade]

In Andreas Leben hat sich viel verändert. Fragen Sie sie nach.
ex. Ich hab' ein neues Auto.
Erzähl mal von deinem neuen Auto.

1. Ich hab' eine neue Freundin.
Erzähl mal von deiner neuen Freundin.
2. Ich hab' einen neuen DVD-Player.
Erzähl mal von deinen neuen DVD-player.
3. Ich hab' ein neues Fahrrad.
Erzähl mal von deinem neuen Fahrrad.
4. Ich hab' eine neue Wohnung.
Erzähl mal von deiner neuen Wohnung.
5. Ich hab' neue Freunde.
Erzähl mal von deines neuen Freunde.
6. Ich hab einen neuen Deutschprofessor.
Erzähl mal von deinem neuen Deutschprofessor.
7. Ich hab' neue Vorlesungen.
Erzähl mal von deinen neuen Vorlesungen.



お母さんがご飯を作ってくれました。
お母さんにご飯を作ってもらいました。

１．へやをそうじする
お母さんが部屋を掃除してくれました。
お母さんに部屋を掃除してもらいました。
２．せんたくする
お母さんが洗濯してくれました。
お母さんに洗濯してもらいました。
３．アイロンをかける
お母さんがアイロンをかけてくれました。
お母さんにアイロンをかけてもらいました。
４．むかえにくる
お母さんが迎えに来てくれました。
お母さんに迎えに来てもらいました。

５．コーヒーをおごる
友だちが私にコーヒーをおごてくれました。
６．きょうとにつれていく
友だちがきょうとに連れて行ってくれました。
友だちにきょうとに連れて行ってもらいました。
７．せーたーをあむ
友だちがセーターを編んでくれました。
友だちにセーターを編んでもらいました。
８．かぞくのしゃしんをみせる
友だちが家族のしゃしんを見せてくれました。
友だちに家族のしゃしんを見せてもらいました。




plurals:
an múinteoir, the teacher, na múinteoirí, the teachers
an oifig, the office, na hoifigí, the offices
an siopa, the shop, na siopaí, the shops
an Garda, the policeman, na Gardaí, the policemen
an fermeoir, the farmer, na fermeoirí, the farmers
an liathróid, the ball, na liathróidí, the balls


an rang, the class, na ranganna, the classes
an áit, the place, na háiteanna, the places
an dhuais, the prize, na dhuaiseanna, the prizes
an seic, the cheque, na seiceanna, the cheques
an tsráid, the street, na sráideanna, the streets
an carr, the car, na carranna, the cars

an spúnóg, the spoon, na spúnóga, the spoons
an bhileog, the leaflet, na bileoga, the leaflets
an bhróg, the shoe, na bróga, the shoes

an clár, the programme, na cláracha, the programmes
an chathaoir, the chair, na cathaoireacha, the chairs
an fheirm, the farm, na feirmeacha, the farms
an col ceathar, the cousin, na col ceathracha, the cousins

an t-árasán, the flat, na hárasáin, the flats
an leabhar, the book, na leabhair, the books

Éireannach, an Irish person, Éreannaigh
leathanach, page, leathanaigh, pages



Mildly irked that I'll be out of access to email while I'm at the doctor's, which goes to show you how rabid I am over Yuletide. Must! Do! All the pinch hits! Still, I'll be home for the giant onslaught of them when the deadline closes and everyone has to scramble to see who didn't make it and what needs to still be written and so on, and I can make my beta's head explode scramble to grab pinch hits then. Plus, by the time this gets posted I'll be able to eat. I'm never that hungry in the mornings except, apparently, on mornings when I'm not allowed to eat anything. Fucking contrary body.

And, yes, this didn't get posted till I got back from the doctor's, so there you are. But I scooped up not one, not two, but ... wait. Now I have to count. Three more pinch hits. Which officially makes me twice as manic as I was last year. I have all of the hyper, there is none left for you. Possibly half of it is Anna's at the moment. Plus the good crack. We are apparently, according to her, bogarting all of the hyper and most of the good crack. Which immediately makes my brain leap to all the fun and most of the good women from the bloody pilot episode of the Highlander TV series, which just goes to show how completely scattered my mind is right now.

And now, on to my contrary body. And for the first time, cutting it! because I'm honestly not sure how this is going to be received.

So, for background, I've been between about a 38/40-34ish-38/40 for the past couple of years. I'd like that all to go down a couple of inches. I say this because those measurements have been about the most consistent thing about me. Because last year I was at 172 at the doctor's, dropped 7 pounds after, then somewhere between that and today I went up to 188. And my measurements have not changed. So somewhere in this frame I have packed on an additional 20 pounds and what the hell, body? I know that muscle packs down denser than fat, but, really? That much?

I can't even be upset about being almost 200 pounds at 5'1 because I still fit in the same clothes I've fit in since before when I was 20 pounds lighter. I'm just boggled. I don't even know what to think of it.

I talked with my doctor, who, bless his heart, did not actually make mention of it until I brought it up as something I would like to do something about. He gave me a number that I should aim to get down to in the next 6 months to a year and an ultimate aim, given my level of activity and, um. Compactness? My previous goal weight was about 130-135, which I figured was enough to give me a good amount of superhero muscle. Apparently that number should be more like 150-155. That's... good to know, I guess, because it also keeps me from despairing and packing it all in for a week when the scale rings up at 160. It's also very, very strange to suddenly have my numbers jump up by 20. I'm trying to wrap my head around it. It's not working.

I did put in the new numbers to my food log, though. So, here goes nothing. Also, am getting a new scale since I don't trust the old one or, really, at this point, any kind of analog scale that I have to keep putting away and storing upright and getting out again.

So, yeah. I am well and truly boggled. On the other hand, the doctor's visit and all that confusion therein and thereof did give me the feeling that, if I can peel off these last few layers of excess padding? I will be a fucking awesome superheroine. I have good, solid muscle underneath this. I just have to keep noshing protein and enough calories not to lose muscle mass (which is much easier when you keep track of what you eat, oh yes) and keep being mindful.

We've hit the point of Christmas in retail where everyone's decided that going out to the mall is preferable to praying the gifts will arrive in time, which means that since I work in mail order I have very little to do in the way of work type work. Which is fine! Because I have six pinch hits, which is up from the 3 I had this morning and down from the .. 10 or so? 9? I've slurped up overall. Why yes, I am sort of like a crazy person. In the sense of half literal and half hyperbolic, I have no doubt I'm going to pay fort his manic writing fit with brain cells later on, but I will enjoy the hell out of it while it lasts. I've planned about as well as I can for it, so it won't throw me that far off. I think. I hope.

Oh. And while I'm at it, while everyone else is being irked at LJ, I'm on DW too. I'm kittydesade over there too, I'm kittydesade just about everywhere I have an online presence. But I'm not everywhere online, so, you know, don't go assuming that a kittydesade is me. ;) If anyone needs a DW invite, I have MANY LOTS.