Nosey Daisy

Another weekend is over and again; it was lovely. The weather was nice, just about right temperature for being April. We went to the movies on Saturday and watched "This is England". It was really, really good and it's been a while since I've enjoyed a film like that. It was funny, sad and educational - it had all the right elements for a good movie. I think you ought to go and see it if you get the opportunity.

Yesterday was a day of leisure (do I have anything but?) and in the late afternoon we went to the Botanical Gardens and had a walk around and an ice-cream. I tried a Magnum-lookalike that tasted of After Eight - brilliant! And we had a lie on the lawn just to watch the clouds pass over our heads and talk about everything and nothing. I got a bit annoyed as I did "he loves me, he loves me not" with a Daisy. Darned small little petals. And it came up that Boyfriend "loves me not". It vexed me quite a bit as he only laughed at me so I stuck a Daisy up his nose.

Serves him right. Making fun of "he loves me, he loves me not"?! The nerve...

Bugs

I have travelled all over the world and - despite having quite a wide range of food I'm intolerant /allergic to - have not ever been ill from food, well- or illprepared. I am however not feeling very well today.

I woke up last night feeling off and when going to the loo (drank loads of water at gig last night) I realised that my legs weren't quite wanting to do what I wanted them to. I wobbled all over the place and felt generally weak.

I'm still feeling quite off and haven't even been bothered to get out of my pj's... It's so typical! It's all this country's fault, I'm sure of it!

Chasing Frogs

As I sat eating my lunch in the Peace Gardens the other day I saw a little girl running in and out of the fountain avoiding the water. She had a lovely cute little dress and was she so happy and her smile was the most adorable thing I've seen. She clearly enjoyed herself running back and forth giggling and laughing at her mastering the fountain in the sense that she did not get wet and the triumphant jump after she got out of there was like a little replica of the jump Rocky made after running up the steps to Philadelphia Art Museum. She had a toy with her - a little rubber frog. She threw the frog in the fountain and then she went after it. "Look mum, I'm chasing Froggy!", she cried time after another.

"Chasing Froggy". It got me thinking. Her innocent and very enjoyable game is not very far from what a lot of girls do, some for a little longer period of time than others but the goal is the same - to find the Frog that'll turn out to be a Prince/Princess.

Sometimes the Prince stays Royal for a while before "abdicating" and turning into no one special at all. Or perhaps until the girl realises that he may be a Prince but he isn't her Prince and goes off in search for the right one. And sometimes we meet someone how isn't a Prince at all but a distant cousin to the Royal Family who does everything he can to use his name as that is all he's going to get out of it. Obviously her turns out to be a real toad and so far from the real thing that the mere thought that you've fallen for him makes you question yourself and your ability to suss people/frogs out. They are what is scientifically called "Poisonous Frogs" - for example a Green & Black Poison Dart Frog - pretty but lethal so that's not one you want to get your lips on...

This search for the Frog/Prince can go on for a little while longer than the girl would like it to but at the same time, if you settle for Frog no.1 - you might not know yourself what you're looking for and finding out further down the line that that very Frog isn't it, is actually more painful than getting the Frog back to the pond rather quickly so another girl can chase him up. The pond is full of Froggies and I do believe that we all can find the right one even though it might take a little longer than we want.

And to be fair, the Prince might be a tough cookie - he might want to get back into the Pond in search for the right Frog-catcher, just in case there's someone who's a little bit better. How to keep them away from the pond is not something I know how to do. I do notice the existence of different Frogs but I like the one I've got and besides; the darn things were pretty quick when I was at my fittest and I can't even imagine how it'd be now that I've got a bad knee, I have done my chasing --for the time being-- and what if he wants to get back in the pond? Well, he's obviously the fool for not recognising that he would be hard-pressed to find a better catcher in whatever Pond-Kingdom he decides to go to. And do I want to be seen with a foolish frog? No, not really.

So, while enjoying watching that little girl chasing her Froggie and envying her innocence and carefree attitude I couldn't help but not envying her future Frog Chase and all other catchers that she'll have to compete with. I also think she'd be a difficult competitor to beat as she obviously had a head start in how to chase and catch frogs, she got her Froggie in every single attempt at the Fountain. She's already a professional Frog Catcher and I wish all the future Frogs good luck; you haven't got a chance in hell of escaping her...

!!!!!

Our flat is on the first floor. Underneath? Well, that's allocated to cars and that's never, ever bothered me before. Until now. Someone's car-alarm is on... Someone who - obviously - is working during the day and doesn't need his/her car. So, how will they know that their car-alarm is going on/off the whole time?! I went into town ages ago and it's still going on/off. Do I have to go into exile to get away from it?

I'm a girl, blonde and most importantly of all: not remotely interested in technology and gadgets etc. They're evil as they never do what i want them to do. But for the love of everything HOLY - there must, surely, exist a gadget that sends a text or in some way lets the owner know that something is up??!

Uh oh, a thought that just occurred: what if the owners are on holiday? Oh -shoot.

It is, however, a lovely day!

No Speakah De English

A bus stops and two men get on. They sit down and engage in an animated conversation.

The lady sitting next to them ignores them at first, but her attention

is galvanized when she hears one of them say the following:

"Emma come first. Den I come. Den two asses come together. I come

once-a-more! Two asses, they come together again. I come again and pee twice. Then I come one lasta time."

The lady can't take this any more,

"You foul-mouthed sex obsessed pig," she retorted indignantly.

"In this country. we don't speak aloud in Public places about our sex

lives.

"Hey, coola down lady," said the man."Who talkin'abouta sex? I'm a justa tellin' my frienda how to spell 'Mississippi'."
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Aaaargh!!!

I had a battle yesterday. With a lamp. I lost. My temper. The Battle. Not so happy. In fact very angry. Swore a lot. Used very bad words. Words not known to man. Well, now they are. Balcony door open. Neighbours at home? Have no idea. I'll know when they deliberately go out of their way to avoid me.

Lamp is now residing on a hanger, in a bag on the back of a chair. (Can't lie down due to glas-droplets). Will take it on. Someday. Not today. Am going to have a nice long walk instead. In the rain. It's raining here. Have I mentioned I live in England?

Lamp is mocking me from the bag on the hanger on the chair in bedroom. Must be going mad. Never mind. Sanity is such a fickle thing.

The weekend

...was lovely. We did everything and nothing, especially yesterday. We started the day by having a lazy morning catching the end of London Marathon on telly. After that we went into town on our Sunday walk which means we go to WHSmith and buy a magazine/newspaper. As it was the 3rd Sunday of the month, there was a farmers market outside John Lewis and we bought a roast pork sandwhich (fantastic!) for lunch and ate it while sitting on the steps of City Hall. Once finished we took our stuff to Bungalows and Bears where we had a drink and a read for a couple of hours. And after that we had another stroll through town as it was lovely weather and we ended up outside the Crucible where there's the World Snooker Tournament. We went inside the info-centre and read up on the history of snooker - very much needed for me!

As Boyfriend was staring to get a bit peckish we went back into the Winter Gardens and bought a Panini that we ate while watching a bit of the tournament on the big screen they had put up outside the Crucible. After a while Boyfriend talked me into watching a movie at the Showroom so we went there. The one he wanted to see wasn't on at that time so we ended up watching Half Nelson. It wasn't too bad, a bit slow but in a way a comfortable pace. It's about a history teacher played by Ryan Goslin who just happens to be crack addict. I was mostly annoyed about recognising the guy but not remembering where from so when I came home I realised it was "Young Hercules"!

It was nice to get out of the theatre and it still being daylight. I like doing things over the weekend and get out of the flat as the day feels longer and not "wasted". We just spent the evening watching House and cuddling up on the sofa. I really like House, he's awesome. My mom likes it too, apparently, and told me that she could see me as "House" if I had decided to become a Dr... I decided to take it as a compliment.

And as of 2400 last night, the weekend was over. It was a good one.

A game..

.. there are times when only silly silly "timewasters" will do. I usually use www.jigzone.com which is a great site if you need to do something different for a couple of minutes and during essay times and days when exam-cramming were "the thing" it felt good to do a little jigsaw puzzle. It's addictive, especially if you are 2 and competing about completing the puzzle the fastest.

I just found another little thing that isn't very difficult and you can get discount for something that i'm not bothered about, I just liked the little jelly thing. It's cute... http://www.jellyjumper.com/lang/en/

Enjoy!

Friends with money..

Jennifer Aniston plays Olivia - a teacher who's had enough of horrible children and who now works as a maid. Her friends are filthy rich and all think she's wasting her life.

Hmmm... does it ring a bell? It could be me. Fair enough, I'm not working as a maid - haven't got a job at all but I am a teacher who got disillusioned on my first encounter with the British school system and British children. There's a limit on how much s*** I'll allow myself to take and I would rather scrub loos for a living than putting up with a job like that again. There's a difference in taking s*** and cleaning s***, if you know what I mean.

My friends, or the friends I know through Boyfriend, are all making loads of money working as doctors and have no problems taking a week off and going to the Caribbean on holidays, rent villas somewhere fancy and nice. I can't and I know Boyfriend would pay for me if he wanted to go but I would like to be able to pay my own way and not make his life twice as expensive.

I know I say I use Boyfriend's creditcard and I do, but I have my money on there as it was too much hassle getting my own account as I had to have a monthly income and a National Insurance No. And I had to put down the NI no. on my job applications... A vicious circle.

Anyway, I don't like the way money dictates how a person is perceived but that's the way the world works and I'm on the lower end of the stick. But I really shouldn't complain. I'm healthy, I have a Boyfriend I love and who loves me back, same goes for family and friends. I'm living comfortably compared to a lot of people so I really, really have nothing to complain about. I don't need a holiday in the Caribbean, it would be nice but I don't need one.

What made me think about all this is that I saw myself in Olivia and also how people around her saw her and the comments they made. And it made me wonder if that's what the people we hang out with say about me. Do they comment on the fact that I don't have that many different outfits to choose between when going out etc etc. It's an interesting thought, don't you think? A thought that could and most surely will make me slightly paranoid. Our friends are lovely people and I really should give them more credit than this.

Is this post making any sense at all and how did I get on to this subject? Oh yeah, the movie - it was alright, a bit different to what I had expected. It was thankfully on sale...

A new lamp

I've forgotten to mention that I bought a lamp/chandelier when I was at home over Easter. The company that makes them is owned by my friend's dad and they have some stuff that I like. The massive crystal chandeliers isn't really to my taste but each to their own. Anyway, I went to their factory as my mom wanted to buy a chandelier to put in our new downstairs loo - I know! - and found one that I like so I bought it (without consulting Boyfriend). I think it'll look good in our tv-/dining room. The light we have now gives off a very harsh naked sort of light so I think this will be a major improvement. The picture is a bit small but what do you think?

Blades of Glory

We went to CineWorld and watched the above mentioned film last night. It was actually really funny and I laughed out loud several times. Boyfriend found it funny as well so we had a good time just laughing and eating popcorn. So all in all it was a good night. The only downside is that I, in likeness to Miss E, had to fish out popcorn from my cleavage as they had a tendency to fall in there. Boyfriend actually reached over to get one out but as we were not alone and it not being dark enough, I felt wildly embarrassed and made him stop. I think the people being us saw it all...

Anyway, if you get the chance to see the film - do. It's not clever and it won't change your life in a revolutionary way but it was funny and it made me laugh and laughing is good, at least that's what the former dictator of Turkmenistan said - but fat lot of good that did him, he's dead now...

Last night

To make up for my earlier rant on football I decided to come watch Boyfriend play a game. It was freezing! I was sat there and the other team was warming up on "my" side of the pitch when all of a sudden their goalie's family-jewels were hit by a ball. He drops to the ground, swearing and clutching his precious accessories. I can't help myself. I giggle. Quite loud. Giggle turns into a laugh. Laugh is stifled by a very fake cough. I did feel sorry for him but I don't know how it feels and it's apparently very painful, but it tickled me. I thought they used cups? Don't they? I mean, this tournament isn't the best in the world but they can still shoot pretty hard.It's not for me judge but if I had some ill-placed, dangling things that were very tender I sure as heck would protect them. Boys, eh? Boyfriend's team won and that's proof enough that I don't jinx them.

When we got back home we watched a program about Turkmenistan's dictator. It was a really funny program. I had no idea about the things he had done (he's dead now) i.e. he'd written a book with his thoughts and you had to pass a test on this book to get your driver's license. One tv-channel had special programs about the very same book. He was called the laughing dictator as he'd concluded that smiling was good for you. he also banned make-up as the women are the most beautiful women in the world. The best thing was that he'd built (not by himself, obviously) a 8 km long stairs that everyone was encouraged to climb on the special health-days that he had created . His own ministers had only 90 minutes(!) to complete the trek. He himself was flown to the top by a helicopter. He did of a heart attack last December. Perhaps he'd still be alive if he had climbed the stairs twice a year...

Isn't life ironic?

Why oh why?

do I say things that are inappropriate?! I have to learn how to keep my pie-hole shut. The buzzer went off earlier today and I was asked to come down to the concierge's office to pick up a parcel.

Sure, no problema. Once there I'm met by one of the concierges and a really (!) hot delivery guy. I sign the little gadget-thing and the guy hands me the parcel. It's quite big (the parcel) and I say: " Ohhh, what is it?"
Delivery guy says: "Don't you know what it is?"
I say: "No, it's for Boyfriend but I'll open it anyway."
Concierge says: "Typical of women, ha ha! What if it's something for you - a surprise?"
Me: " Hmmpf, doubt it. I've spent the last 2 weeks in Sweden so I'd better make sure it's not an inflatable doll!" (where in everything holy did that come from????!)
Concierge and Delivery guy are dead silent for 3 seconds before pissing themselves.
I take my cue and smiles and says thanks and walked quickly back up to the flat after having confirmed all stereotypical characteristics about blonde Swedes- and in less than a minute.

Why did I say something so silly and where did it come from? An inflatable doll?! Have I ever seen one (doubt it) and why did it pop into my head? I have something seriously wrong with the filtering system that's supposed to stop me from saying stuuupid things. I also realised that I do know what's in the parcel and I'd just forgotten that Boyfriend had told me.

I'm so not going to pick up any more parcels until I've learnt not to say dumbass things.

Hmm..

I think I ought to add that I don't really hate football. I am more indifferent and I was just a bit tired and annoyed about not being Boyfriend's top priority last night. I have decided to let the footie issue be left alone as I know it's something I have to deal with on a daily basis if I am to stay with Boyfriend - which is something I plan to do.

He'll just have to get me a dog/horse in return ;)

I am...

It's not the first time I've been called a psychopath and why is that such a bad thing? No one remembers the nice ones anyway!

Guten morgen

So, first morning back and I've slept like a baby. I was also very happy seeing that my orchids have loads of little buds going on and I can't wait til they open up. I just love flowers.

It's a beautiful day here and as soon as I have put on my jeans and t-shirt, I'll open up the balcony doors and just sit and have a read. I'm on a Jilly Cooper book that I've read about 35467 times but it's such a good one that it doesn't matter.

I should probably go out and get a new job but I can't be arsed today. There are things I need to do; make the bed, sit on the balcony, watch/listen to Oprah, read my book, see if I can get the new lamp up, brush my teeth, have a wander around town and maybe sit in the Peace Gardens for a while etc etc. So, how can anyone possibly expect me to have time to look for a job?

I will get a job, but not right now. I'm not in the mood thinking of career change. We'll see and this time I'm going to try not to get down about it... try!

Anyway, hope you all have a good day. I have a feeling that there might be a lot of posts going up on my blog if I haven't got a "proper" job ;)

"Welcome"

I have a question to ask. Has anyone ever heard me speak well of football (soccer)?

I admit that I might have said something complementary about some of the players but as far as the game itself - nope! Don't like it. Find it extremely boring. I don't appreciate a "good" goal. I am not bothered about whether the better team won or lost (surely the better team always win?).

The reason for my rant is that I'm back after 14 days and Boyfriend comes home kisses me hello, says he loves me, says he's missed me, says it's great to have me back. Sits down, have a nice meal together, watch an episode of House. Boyfriend then gets up and starts undressing - "Hello, Welcome home, Ems!"

No! Any thoughts in that direction were foolish and obviously only just in my mind. Boyfriend is off to practise footie. Note: practise! Not playing a match/game.

Whatever.

I don't want to be the girlfriend who crams Boyfriend's style (if he had any) and I don't mind him having a kick around with his friends and he did ask me if it'd be ok. But it would have been nice if he had stayed at home without me having to say "I'd prefer it if you stayed at home tonight".

Well, I didn't say it straight out and he's a boy. What else can I expect? I like football even less now and I'm off to sulk for a little bit. Perhaps I should watch a bit of Colin Firth in Pride and Prejudice, that ought to cheer me up. Back then they'd only snub a girl for proper reasons such as duels, hunting or infidelity rather than something as silly as football.

I have heard that heat-gel can be uncomfortable if someone puts it in someone else's shorts...

Tired

So, I've spent the day (half of it) travelling from Sweden to Denmark to UK - Manchester to Sheffield to apartment. I am a bit pooped.

I sort of wanted something to happen i.e. someone challenging me for one reason or another but no. Nothing of the sort. So it was kind of dull.

Although.... there were loads of securitychecks and police and extra guards e v e r y w h e r e! Has something happened that I don't know about? Any strange and uncomfortable threats that somehow might have made my journey less enjoyable? Well, it couldn't get much duller anyway.

In hindsight I should have worn a less revealing top. It showed a lot of cleavage when I bent down to sort out my suitcase and I didn't realize until the guys in front of me stopped talking. I turned crimson red and legged it with my suitcase. Thankfully, this is a pretty big country and I won't have to see them again - I hope. It has happened to me once before, apart from the fact that I, then, sang a really(!) rude song in Swedish and a Spanish guy who just happened to understand Swedish (wtf?) walked past and a week or so later we, of course, met at a party. I don't sing such songs anymore - only at big family dinners. I truly am the rebel of the family!

It's nice to be back. The flat is clean and v. tidy which might have made me a wee bit suspicious but I'm too tired to bother about that. Boyfriend has done a superb job tidying up after his 2 weeks of freedom.

I'm off to see if the sofa is as comfy as I remember...

Oi vei!

Blimey - it's hot today!

I bought new shoes earlier today - the 4th pair in 3 weeks - I liike shopping!!

Well, I'd better get back to the sun...

By the way; my brother passed his driverslicense this morning and I am really pleased for him!

Cruisin'

I have spent the afternoon on the back of a motorbike and it was such good fun! It's been a long winter but spring's here and as the buds start to come out so do the bikes and all the riders. My parents have got a nice big one and as my mom isn't allowed to get on it for quite some time, I was the one who got to get behind my dad and just sit back and relax while he did the driving.

There were 5 bikes, so 5 men + 3 women on the backseats and I was one of them. We were out driving for about 4,5 hours and the sun was lovely and warm, no wind, springflowers everywhere and animals in the fields which made it all so much nicer.

I'd like to get one myself but I'm not allowed to as I get a bit "speedcrazy". My sister, brother and I were given some money a couple of years back to use for a bike-license although mine came with the condition that I had to promise not to get one. I guess parents know you better than you think, at least mine did on that specific matter.

I've always loved riding fast which meant it wasn't very good if both the horse and I were speed-crazy as it just got out of control. I have on a few occasions fallen off just because it's gone a bit too fast in the forest and losing balance when the road bent. This is not smething that is recommended when riding.

The last couple of years I've learnt that it's not just with horses, I like going fast on quadbikes (I so neeeeeed one) and on snowmobiles (good fun but I'd be happier with a quadbike). My former colleagues said that I had a scary look in my eyes and that they'd never seen anyone go from easygoing to an absolute monster within 30 seconds after putting my arse down on the seat.

Anyway, as I have promised my parents not to get one and not to mention that Boyfriend is a boring anti-bike person, I guess I'll have to get my ration of bike-riding when I'm at home and as long as dad doesn't mind me sitting on the back grinning like a fool.

Awww, the freedom!

Getting on a bit...

I had a senior moment today. I went down to the basement to get the laundry and hang it out to dry as it is such a lovey day. So, I get down the stairs and walk the 10 feet towards the utilityroom, stops outside and cannot for my life remember what I went into the basement for. I stand there for a good few minutes trying to remember but decide that it was to get an ice-cream. I pick out the ice-cream I want and go back upstairs and eat it while sitting on the porch.

Two bites into it I remember... crap... the laundry! Well, I'm not going downstairs just yet, I'll wait until I've finished my ice-cream. I finish and head back down into the basement. To make sure I won't forget I bring a laundrybag with me (it ought to do the trick). But!! I somehow find myself in the bathroom and again, have to think what it was that made me go downstairs. I raise my hand to give myself a slap on the forehead for being sooo stupid and then I see it. The laundrybag! So I head into the utilityroom and do what I should have done instead of having the ice-cream.

I managed to go back upstairs without getting lost.

Hopefully I won't have to pack my bags for the"holiday home" where you spend your days playing Bingo and discussing the best laxative. Phew!

Another warm day.

It's been 25C here today and I've spent a bit of time reading on the patio. I am so happy I bought sunglasses last year. I don't know how I could have managed before (I have glasses and sunglasses just haven't been a priority until last year when I got a great offer from Synsam).

Anyway, our dog Cherry loves the sun but she also adores snow so I thought I'd celebrate the arrival of spring by adding a photo of Cherry running in the snow.

She looks a bit fierce but she is a sweetheart. My brother-in-law took the photo. Isn't Cherry a cutie?

(Please, don't use this photo without asking permission)

Silly me!

I forgot to say that it was absolutely fantastic weather today and I also spent a fair amount of time on the patio, basking in the sun. It was glorious and sometimes even a tad bit too warm! I like!

A lazy day

I have had suc a nice and lazy day. It started with my parents' dog, Cherry, sneaking into my room and up in my bed as she was in need of a chat. For those of you who haven't met Cherry, she is very chatty, especially in the morning. She sort of growls - like a lion - and amswers if you talk to her. It's all very sweet.

After getting up and looking worse for wear - hair on end and tired eyes and baggy jeans and an old t-shirt. My dad looked at me and said he wasn't too sure if I ought to help him in the garden looking like that as I "might scare the trees to death." I was too tired to even start arguing over the fact that it doesn't require good looks to cut/trim the appletrees, so I just sort of growled a´la Cherry and had a piece of cake for breakfast.

We only got as far as "sorting out" one tree as my dad looked at one of the others and simply said: "We'll let it blossom and then we'll cut the crap down, it doesn't give fruit anyway." So it was all quite simple and I didn't saw/or cut any fingers off which is a good thing. Although the tree slapped me with a tiny twig - right on the cheek - and left a red mark but my dad said it was an improvement... I am pretty sure he loves me.

Min tös, Maja.

I planted 2 rosebushes today, one by my pony Maja's grave and one by the stable. I hope they'll prosper. I thought it was appropriate with roses as Maja used to eat the buds from the rosebushes on the yard. Dad helped me dig the holes and told me how to do the rest. It's not rocket-science but I haven't done it before. I know there are worms so I'm actually thankful he did the digging and I could just push the soil back afterwards so it didn't cause me any major traumas.

It's a bit difficult thinking of my pretty girl not being here this spring. I've spent the last 20 springs trying to get rid of her wintercoat and spending hours grooming and still not getting anywhere. It could be quite frustrating but I can't hink of anything I'd rather do. It's just not the same without her.

I miss her stubbornness and the way she always rubbed green drool, after having eaten a pear, on me as it tickled her muzzle and the way she stomped her feet if I was slow cleaning them and/or in the wrong order (left front, left back, right back and finally right front) and not having her treat handy straight afterwards. The noise she made when I opened her door or when she answered when called for, always made me warm and fuzzy inside. I wish I could see her, just one more time, smelling a Plopp (chocolate with creamy center) and go absolutely mental if she knew I had more and wouldn't stop nipping me until it was all gone. I'm quite possessive about my sweets but she was a nutter and I loved her for it.

Life isn't as good as it was when she was around and I guess it never will be but I had 20 years so I am very grateful. I just wish it'd been 20 more...

Cinema.

Went to the cinema with my friend. We had already decided to see Music & Lyrics as both of us have been wanting to see it but both our boyfriends have refused to come with us. We thought it was an opportunity too good to miss now that we just so happen to be in the same country.

The movie was ok, I thought it would have been a little bit better. It was cute, don't get me wrong but it was not anything more than "ok-good". Although the girls behind us seemed to think it was the best thing ever, judging from how they laughed and "squeeled" in various places that weren't that funny. But I'm glad I've seen it. No harm no foul.

I fancy a seriously BIG...

... drink!

I haven't had a proper "piss up" for ages. Well, not since the rugby-dinner before x-mas. I was off my head. I danced can-can for Boyfriend and T.G (wtf?), called 2 rugbyplayers a bad name for wrestling on the floor (what?!), danced all night with Elaine (great fun!), showed off my skills in guessing the correct temperature for the cab-driver (very uncool!), decided to sleep on the bathroom floor in my undies (such an unflattering pose!), vomited a little (sexy!), drank a gallon of water and was despite all this pretty ok the next day. We'll never get an invite for this year's rugby dinner...

Perhaps I'm better off not drinking after all... but I still fancy a good night out.

Sumo

My mom's got some sort of meeting going on in the kitchen so dad and I are in "exile" here in the tv-room. I'm surfing on the internet - T.G for wireless broadband - and dad's watching Eurosport. While waiting for the heavyweight boxing to begin we spent some time watching sumo wrestling.

Sumo wrestling - hmmm, it's special, very special. I must admit I haven't seen many (any?) before tonight but what I saw surprised me.

The guys are big, very big and I was sort of expecting a game with some serious hammering or at least one throwing himself on his opponent. That could have been fun. But what actually went on was the worst cat-fight I've ever seen. The were sort of bitch-slapping each other for ages - or that sort of hitting that's more similar to waving your hands about as if trying to get rid of a wasp - and then they lunged for the loin-cloths.

The loin-cloths are small, very small for men of that size. And they were giving each other wedgies (kalsonryck) without the slightest hint of pain coming through. What's the matter with them? I can't even pull [very lightly] on Boyfriend's boxers before he surrenders and sort of limps out of the room to re-arrange things but these guys just keep on doing it.

There are plenty of funny things going on in the world and some are even shown on the sportchannels. I just never expected such big boys bitch-slapping and lifting each other by the "unmentionables".

Life just got a whole lot more confusing.

Bored

I am a bit bored. Have nothing to do despite the fact that there are lots of thing to do here. I have 3 new books to read but none takes my fancy, right now. There's nothing on telly despte the fact that I have access to Animal Planet. I have made two "kladdkakor" but I don't want to have a piece - not even with whipped cream. Gosh, how low can you get?

I need something to do. NOW!

Oh what a boring morning...

I've spent the morning sorting all the boring stuff such as bankpapers, insurancepapers, taxpapers etc etc etc.

Why do we have to have so much junk to keep track of? Is it to make us depressed over our future retirements? 'Cos it aint pretty reading, lemme tell y'all that. I simply have to marry rich and squeeze a couple of brats out so that Mr Rich Guy is stuck whether he wants to or not.

Boyfriend, if you're reading this... I looove you! but if Mr Rich Guy comes along... Well, let's just say that you need something extraordinary to make sure I stay. I am willing to consider "Little Big Boyfriend" as something extraordinary - to your face, at least. Oh, and a dog would be even better!

(don't forget the big garden, big kitchen, stable with horses, my own account at Monsoon, and discount with your plasticsurgeon friends. And (!!) a massive epidural in case we have kids - one that'll last for 18 years...)

I really don't ask for too much, do I?

I'm sorry but does my existence annoy you?

Well, I've been a bit busy since I got back to "Sviiiden" so here's what happened after I left the flat in Sheffers...

Dragged my suitcase up the hill and realised that I'd left the £-coin in the bowl... crap... oh well, never mind. Got on the tram and stupid, stupid tram-lady gets absolutely p-ed off for having to give change back for a tenner. "I am sorry but the cash-machines do not give out anything less that £10 [bitch]!" It wasn't as if I'd done it on purpose and she had loads (!!!) of change. She glared at me and I glared back... No one was declared winner but I gave myself the "victory" as I don't like losing.

Trainride was fine and so was check-in which was open early(!) and the wait was ok.... until I stepped into the bookstore. I had a thorough look around as I had a fairly long wait and well, I luurve books.

I was just standing there looking at a book I've recently bought, The God Delusion. It deals with various arguments about God's existence and it sort of crushes all arguments in favour of God. I'm an RE-teacher and I like reading about religions - all of them - out of my own interest but also to be able to provide a wide range of arguments for/against everything and everyone!

Anyway, as I was reading the back of the book, a man - middleaged - comes up to me and sort of snarls and tells me not to read a disgusting book like that and how it is offensive towards good christians like himself and that I ought to read up on the "real" thing instead. I assume that the man meant the Bible. And fair enough, we're all entitled to our own opinions but I really dislike people assuming things about me. I've studied the O.T. and I truly enjoyed that course. I bet I've read/studied it a helluva lot better than he ever has or ever will. Well, the lady on the tram might have "tapped" my buttons and this man pushed them and oh boy, he picked the wrong girl to tell off...

Sometimes you just stand there astounded when things happen but on rare occasions you're able to find that perfect answer in the back of your head and answer back while the person is still around. This was one of those rare moments. The conversation I had with him (or monologue) went something like this...

"I do not appreciate you assuming things about me as you know absolutely nothing about me or my beliefs. I am not afraid to read things that may or may not go against what I believe in. God even tested Abraham and Moses to see if their beliefs were strong enough (I put myself in good company, huh?). Perhaps your faith isn't strong enough, Sir, to read a book like this but do not make your weaknesses mine!"

I think he realised that I wasn't in the mood to be challenged so he buggered off. It took less than 30 seconds but it felt goood!

Perhaps I should have just smiled politely and turned my back on him. I do feel quilty for making it sound as if I'm actually a hard-core christian and the Big Guy will probably strike me with a thunderbolt or something for "lying" but the man just jumped on me. It wasn't as if I held up the book and shouted "hallelujah, that'll show the suckers...." for everyone to hear. I'm not like that, I don't think bad of people who believe.

The rest of the trip went fine but for a moment it felt as if people had it in for me. Ok, only 2 but sometimes 2 are 2 too many. He caught me on a bad day and even worse, he caught me on a day when my mind was actually working... And pardon the pun but perhaps he learnt he shouldn't judge a book by its cover!

I'll run for cover next time there are thunderclouds about...

A new game after a few G&Ts?

How do you play religious roulette?
You stand around in a circle and blaspheme and see who gets struck by lightning first.

There's...

...no turning back... literally! And it scares me a little bit as it means I have no "escape route" in case it isn't to work out. I know it'll work but being a person with certain phobias, I always make sure there's a way to get out safely. And now I've cut off all strings attached to my "safetynet". It doesn't mean I didn't commit 100% before but it made me feel safe to know that I had a great job back home to fall back on. A job I loved, people I really like.

If this isn't commitment and devotion for the one I love, then I don't know what else I can do to show how much I love him and want to make this work.

Is it wrong to feel like this? It is one of the easiest decisions but at the same time a very difficult thing to do. Am I a horrible person? I feel like I am.

A good friend.

Just read a friend's blog. She's a good girl - she donates blood! I am kind of jealous as I too would like to do it. But here's the problem: I don't like needles, at all! In fact, the thought of having one in my arm makes me hyperventilate. I don't mind injections as such even though whatever it is that's in it might sting a bit. It's the blood thing and seeing it oozing out into those little containers when they take bloodsamples makes my skin crawl and not to mention seeing the nurses prepare it all...

I've tried to look away when they prepare everything but it doesn't help. Then they put that tourniquet around the arm and that isn't very nice either. But the worst thing is when they use that nasty smelling tissue-thing to "clean the area". And the feeling when the needle goes in... it's nauseating and it makes me lightheaded, I get ringing in my ears and then.....pooof! I'm out.

And when I wake up, I have my feet somewhere near the ceiling (I'm so glad I don't wear skirts very often!) and someone's stroking my forehead asking: "Are you alright?" Of course I'm not bloody alright! I've just fainted from a silly little procedure and a procedure that you weren't smart enough to finish while I was out off it! (Oh, if thought and looks could kill)

I didn't faint last time I had to give blood but I think that was because I was so ill anyway and and couldn't care less but nurse who did it was really good. Those days I had to spend at the hospital when I was ill was probably really good for me. I had to have a cannula in my arm the whole time (they make massive holes!!) as I had to have extra fluids and the fact that they stuck needles in my throat and used a scalpel (no local anaesthetic) to cut the quincy open made me think I was no longer freakishly afraid of hospitals.

Or so I thought...

Last night we went to WasabiSabi (a Japanese restaurant) and it was lovely as always. On our way home, Boyfriend said he needed to swing by the hospital to get his stethoscope and as the road we parked on isn't the cosiest looking road, I decided to come with him. We walked in, I shuddered a little, we walked downstairs towards "his" ward and the theatres, I focused on the stairs, and then we were there... I stepped into the corridor and stood there for about 60 seconds before I headed back out to the stairs again. Oh, the smell! It smells just like the stuff they use before stabbing you with a needle. "But Ems, it doesn't smell down here!"

Oh yes it does, you're just used to it, you freak! So I spent quite some time out on the steps (probably no more than 10 minutes but it felt like forever), focusing on not fainting which wasn't too far off. Boyfriend remarked on the fact that I looked upset - Jeez, I wonder why! I spent a good part of my night on the steps of a horrible looking hospital - do they really need to paint the walls in icky colours? - knowing that I could have been found face down on the floor due to a smell! Oh the embarrassment! I'm actually surprised it didn't happen!

I don't think I make a good Dr's girlfriend...

A nice sunny day.

Had a walk up to town and spent some time in Waterstone's just looking at different books. I have a couple to read but it doesn't hurt browsing just in case... After that I had a 6" Veggie Delite at Subway - I like their VGs. Then I went to Coop and bought some bread to go with our soup tonight. Boyfriend and I are into soup and the one we're having tonight is really nice.

I spoke to mom earlier. They had her walking up and down the stairs this morning which she managed perfectly so she's been discharged and as dad was in Hlmstd for a check-up on his finger, she could go home with him.

I am, apparently, to take a train from Kastrup and go to Angelholm where Sis and her husband will pick me up and take me home as they are going to spend the night there before driving up to Norrland- for whatever reason.

Anyway, I have to tidy up the flat before Boyfriend comes home from work. Well, I don't "have" to do it but it'd be nice to just spend the evening together without the boring chore of cleaning up. I always get annoyed with him for being "slow" - which he is - so it's better if I do it the way I want it done.

Boyfriend says...

... that I look good in my apron. Do you think he means that that is how it should be, me being in the kitchen wearing an apron?