Tommy's Quick Fingers

Thomas Vogel is quick! How quick? Well, can you undo 60 bras in 60 seconds? Didn't think so. Tom can't either, but close.

Just to give you some sort of idea what kind of shows they broadcast on German television, last night my husband and I watched a guy by the name of Thomas Vogel try and beat his own record of undoing 60 bras in 60 seconds with only the fingers of one hand. I don't have to tell you that's one bra per second. The man had done it before on some other show where all the girls participating in the "experiment" were lined up in a straight line. He started on one end and unclasped his way all the way to the other end in one minute. The catch was, the girls were all wearing the exact same bra with the exact same clasp. In last night's show, the girls had their own bras on which meant all kinds of colours, all kinds of designs, all kinds of shapes and sizes and all kinds of different bra clasps in the back.

Could Tom do it? Nopers. He only got about 46 undone in the 60 seconds. Which is still pretty impressive, no? Tom also gives lessons to any oh-so-eager guy who wants to be able to unclasp a lady's bra with the fingers of one hand as quickly as possible. Any takers??

Far and Away

Living in a posh ski resort in Switzerland, I am used to seeing the rich and the famous wonder around the place in their thick, long fur coats or driving around in their Jaguars, Bentleys, Cadillacs and oversized Porsche SUV’s. I pay no mind to them now, dismissing them as a mild annoyance and good revenue for the village during the high season. They are like … migratory birds really. I’ve seen their “nests” perched up high upon the hills. Grand chalets surrounded by fences upon which “Private” signs hang as decorations. I’ve often times wondered what lies inside those chalets behind the fences and “Private” signs. And today, I got to find out, up close and personal.

Reto’s boss had told us that the owners of Chalet “Bomba” (we call it that for privacy purposes - I don’t want any Richie Richies coming after me with a lawsuit) are getting a new kitchen. That meant the old kitchen had to be taken down and out of there. Mr. Boss said we can have it if we wanted it. Free. Reto had seen it, of course, and knew it was in quite good condition. So, yeah, we wanted it. The way my life has unfolded so far, has taught me not to be too proud for my own good and a free used kitchen in good condition sure beats a brand new one, in excellent condition and ranging between 20,000 and 30,000 CHF. So yeah, we wanted it.

The owners of the chalet are Italian folks who come here for a couple of weeks in a season during which time they enjoy staying in their Chalet “Bomba”. Reto’s company has a contract with those people and Reto has gone over there numerous times to put in floors, walls, doors, ceilings and anything else made out of wood … which is pretty much everything. Mr. Boss called Mr. Owner. Mr. Owner said it’s OK to go ahead and take down the “old” kitchen while they’re not here. Mr. Boss gave us the green light and the key to Chalet “Bomba” and off we went this morning with our tool box and overalls.

Those of you who’ve seen “Far and Away” with Nicole Kidman and Tom Cruise, just think of the scene where the two break in into a huge mansion one cold, snowy evening. Well, that’s exactly how I felt. Us two, poor little ordinary folk walking in this forbidden place, knowing the owners are away. It was … exciting. The chalet itself is not that big (still I did manage to get lost and Reto had to find me and fetch me back to the kitchen) but its interior was absolutely exquisite. It oozed wealth. It stank of posh, lush and luxury.

I can’t describe what I saw in words, but I did snap some pictures which I will put up on Facebook, where I can restrict the privacy settings so that only my friends can see them. And I do trust that they (my friends) will not call up Mr. Owner and rat us out.

After taking a couple of cupboards down, we took the lift from the main foyer of the house down to the entrée. In the following weeks, Reto will continue the work himself and I will most likely never set foot in Chalet “Bomba” ever again. But at least I did once, and now I don’t have to wonder anymore what lies behind the “Private” signs. I know. It’s … money.

Gambling On TV

My husband has discovered a monster! Last night, while flipping through the channels and playing with the remote control, he accidentally discovered that there were games installed on our TV. I knew that, of course, but I hadn't said anything (not purposefully, believe it or not. It just never came up). He's got Playstation II and the computer, so I figured why would he need to play games on the TV? There is Tetris and some other games and of course, there is......drum roll.....The Slot Machine!

My husband has a bit of a weakness for gambling but as long as it's only on the TV and the slot machine at his brother's house, I don't mind. No, wait, I do mind! He spent over an hour last evening playing the slots superimposed on whatever was on TV. Well, I didn't mind since I was busy on the computer and the phone. And he knew when to quit and we ate dinner in front of the TV together watching "The League of Extraordinary Gentlemen".