What came first: the egg or the hen?

"In the beginning there was the Word"...Neither the egg. Nor the hen. After that Eve took a bite from the Apple of Wisdom. Or of Knowledge. Can't remember as it was a delicious Starkinson. Ever since then us, women, go to Hell and back, punished for daring not to follow a clear order to NOT bite the apple: we're joggling career, house-wife-ing, childcare (younger or older, even the over 30's, you know who they are...), pregnancy, labour, waxing, plucking, cooking (boiled polenta with cheese is my speciality).

But, one thing is definitely ours: the chitter-chatter-box. We do talk. A lot. 'Cause we're allowed to these days. And we have stances on matters, too. And opinions. And Joan of Arc died so we could talk. Or perhaps the Bronte sisters, can't remember again as ever since I gave birth I suffer from senile amnesia. Regardless of the leekonian origin (n.a. derived from leek, attributed by people from Transylvania in regards to people from the South, especially the Olt county, where sun allows growing lots of vegetables -which would turn Transylvanians vitamins free if we didn't sell these to them-including the ever so popular leek) us, women, do talk a lot.

So I talk, too. And my husband from Sibiu did warn me that a lot of Transylvanian macho men would swear at me. 'Cause they're not as tolerant (IGNORE-ants, please God, let the ones without the sense of irony or humour to understand this pun) as he is. But, any form of publicity, good or bad, is publicity, right? I'm not an ostrich to bury my head in sand if I hear something negative, but when the ostrich sits like this one can easily reach its bum to kiss it. So hit me. I will talk.

I have no idea what we'll talk about as I can see the writing mood hits me at 3AM at night depending on annoys me during the day. From mums who wish to breastfeed their children up to 6-7 years of age, whom I encourage to extend this to 18-30 years of their children's age to social events. I'm not good at politics, last time my husband paid me to vote some piece of rubbish with YES or NO... (n.a. smth to do with our president)

Well, good night. Or Good morning as it is 4:55AM and my daughter is sighing in bed next to me as she can't sleep over a blocked nose.