Snip snip

No, I haven't deprived Boyfriend of his manhood - I have had my hair cut.

It's quite a bit shorter than I expected. I'm not saying I don't like it, it's nice but it'll take me a while to get get used to it. Well, maybe not getting used to the length as such but more how dark my hair has become, especially the lower layers.

I might need to change my blog to Brunettephilosophy - somehow that just doesn't sound like much fun.

Gotta go and locate some hydrogen peroxide...

5.2

We woke up at around 1am last night due to the whole building vibrating and it was kind of noisy too with the doors rattling against the door posts and everything else and this is the conversation that followed

Boyfriend; Eh, what was that?
Me; I would guess that it was an earthquake. (sarcasm never fails)
Boyfriend; Oh right, quite noisy, don't you think?
Goosy*: "hoonk honk"
Boyfriend ; Goosy agrees with me
Me: Wouldn't it be Sod's law if we got cracks in our walls now that we're trying to sell the flat? *giggle*

10 seconds later

*Zzzzzzzz*, which shows how concerned we were...



*Goosy is our "pet". He lives in the river outside our flat and he's the only goose but he's always hanging out with the ducks. We love him and we always get a bit worried when we haven't heard him "hoonk" for a while. He is a bit of a chatterbox and usually "hoonks" during the night. It's quite nice, actually.

Me Right Now

Aaaargh!

My next Boyfriend is
going to be
an
orphan.


And I mean that in the nicest possible way...

It's Friiiiiday!

Yeay! What more can a girl wish for after a week of hard work (*insert various sarcastic comments here, Mr Scott*) than coming home and have not 1 but 2 parcels waiting??!

These parcels were in fact a black dress -still undecided- and a coat - my 5th or 6th but it's a keeper. They're very nice but I'll have to do a bit of a [freak]show and ask Boyfriend when he comes home.

Btw 1, no doggie race for us tonight as Boyfriend will probably have to work late. Would have been fun but we'll go another time...

Btw 2, How could the uncle of the missing 9-year old unashamedly say the following during a tv-interview; "We went out searching for her during the night but it was too cold for us to keep going..."

Say what? It was -6C and yes, that would be perceived as cold by some [pussies] but surely you'd think of the girl and keep looking no matter how cold it was - at least they could put more clothes on. Is that what they call looove?

Me a-wanna go 'ome.

Another Thursday is coming to an end, the weekend is closing in and I was gravely mistaken if I thought it would be a nice, relaxing one. Boyfriend's parents are coming down to bring some excess stuff back with them. We have a bit too much stuff and a guy is coming around on Monday to take pics of the flat for the sale adverts etc and it'd be good if it could look nice. Stress and all that other stuff that "in-laws" bring with them...

So, I see before me a couple of nights of tidying up and doing so alone as Boyfriend is off tonight for meal with his "cardio" people and we're both going to the races (dogs) tomorrow and Boyfriend already has plans for Saturday which cannot be put off any longer. His passport is expiring soon and I've reminded him for months but nothing has been done and I am going home for Easter with or without him. If it so happens that I'll be travelling alone he knows that he has got to get through hell and back before I can let him out of the dog house. IF I can be bothered coming back, that is...

I can't wait till I get to step on Swedish ground where the air is clean and fresh. A warm house. A dog. Trees. Lots of trees. Laholmsbukten. The open fields. Red wooden houses. Home. Proper food. Everything.

Man, I miss it!

Today, Sunday 17/2 2008

I am wearing my pink pyjamas
Boyfriend's morning robe.
I am also looking like
a big marsupial
as I have
tucked
Affie,
the hot water
bottle giraffe, under
the robe to keep warm.
I've felt sexier but
at least I am
warm.

All this for an apple?!

I had a walk into town on my own today as Boyfriend's working all weekend and I, as always, had a look in the book store. I found quite a few books that I'd like to read but I'll leave that for another time. For a reason that I yet can't tell you (other than it's not about me), I had a look at the "pregnancy section" and came across a book that showed pictures of a birth... and I am surprised not more mothers hate their children. It's all so messy and so.... out in the open with everything. call me a prude but that was not a 'wonderful' moment at all - that was fucking disgusting!

I'm not stupid, I've seen pictures like that before and I've seen animals giving birth but perhaps the biological clock is starting to tick and all that nonsense and it's getting more "real" - if you get my drift - but I don't think I'm cut out for that stuff. The idea of pooping myself in front of strangers does not appeal to me and what if they have to cut? Ooooh, the stitching afterwards. It's enough to make a cold hearted bitch like me feel sick and if that clock starts ticking a bit louder then I'm going out to get a kitten or a piglet. That ought to be a bit less painful... and they're cuter.

'

If circumstances lead me, I will find
Where truth is hid, though it were hid indeed
Within the centre

William Shakespeare
Hamlet

No Title...

Hmmm - I've looked everywhere on the Internet and it seems like BOTOX is only given through injections. So, either I drink a helluva lot of Rhoca-Gil (used when poisoning the whole area around Hallandsåsen during the failed attempt to sort out the tunnel) or I have to get used to the horrible must-be-invented-by-sadists crap that needles are, (tattoo needles don't count). So I might have to wait a little bit longer before starting the Botox treatment.

Yesterday I walked past a mobile blood bank parked in the middle of the square and it made me feel a bit faint just knowing what goes on in there. I really wish I could be as brave as Miss E who regularly donates blood. Being afraid of needles is a bit of a shit excuse, don't you think? I mean, my bone marrow - I'd like to think I'd donate that too if I could get used to the needles - could actually save someone's life, or at least try to save someone's life...

I think I want to try but I know I'll pass out as soon as I step through those doors. Any ideas on how I can conquer this phobia? And if I try to donate, is it ok to punch someone if they don't find a vein on the first attempt?

When you least expect it...

... you'll find it.

Is it really just a number?

Cousin turned 25 today and I had to take a long good look at myself in the mirror. If Cousin is 25, then exactly how old am I? I mean, I remember when she was born!

I do know how old I am but it hasn't really "clicked" until now. I mean, fuggin' hell! My skin! My skin isn't as nice as it used to be. When did it start to get blotchy? And really, how many young people go to see a doctor because they are concerned about melanoma? And when, in the name of everything holy, did I have to start using more concealer than when I was in high school? Huh? I'd be very happy for someone to tell me. I'm spending a fortune on various moisturisers. Chanel (favourite but expensive), No7, Aco, Aloe etc. I've even bought one of those creams called "age"-something. I must have turned a corner somewhere without realising it.

This age-thing is getting to me and I am beginning to fear celebrating my twenty-tenth birthday. There's got to be a place where I can go into hiding... If anyone wants to start thinking about presents then here's a great one; it starts with a B and ends in OTOX.

Not Really My Thing But...

You can, from what I've learnt today, use riding crops for
so much more
than the intended use within the Equestrian sport...
So, this one's for you!

Dog Racing

I've never been before but work is organizing a night/evening out at the races. Partners will have to pay but all employees go for free. It sounds like it could be fun. I have absolutely no clue as to how to see which dog's the better one, all too many numbers in those "charts", so I think I'll just go for the colour of the coat or the number they're wearing.

I'll let you know how it goes after we've been next Friday.

Brickin' it.

Had a doctor's appointment today - I loathe doctors. They are trouble! They either poke and prod you so it hurts or you meet a doctor and you move to a different country where he too pokes you - albeit in a slightly better way!

I have a birthmark/mole that's changed and my GP referred me to this specialist and today, he took a look at it (it's right under my left breast). I didn't want any students present as Boyfriend still knows quite a few in Med. School and I didn't want to sort of go "Hi there! Hey, look at my breast!!" to someone I recognised. Sadly, I realised that the student was a gorgeous guy who I wouldn't have minded getting a closer look at but by then it was too late and I was left with Dr. can't-take-a-joke-and-don't-dare-ask-me-about-sunbeds-or-I'll-kill-you!

And of course, you meet someone for about a minute and then they want you to hop onto the bed and pull up your top. Men! Hmpf!

Dr: Hmmm - I don't like the look of it.
Me (thinking): What? There's absolutely nothing wrong with my breast, you old fart!
Me (saying): Oooh.
Dr: And no doubt you'll feel more comfortable if we remove it.
Me (thinking): My Breast? Is he crazy? Oooh, I get it! Is he giving me the option to choose? Removal = needles = a phobic Ems.
Me: No, not really.
Dr: Well, I want it to be examined under a microscope because I don't like the look of it!
Me (sensing there's no point in discussing this any further): Oh
Dr: Ok, I'll refer you and you'll get an appointment from hospital X's plastic surgery.
Me: Oh,I thought it could be done here.
Dr (looking at me as if I was the dumbest person alive): No! I can't do it here, we'll need to go deep and it's quite big.
Me (thinking): Fuuuuuuuuck!
Me (saying): Ok! Brilliant!

Do you think I dared ask if he could throw in a lipo while he was at it? I mean, plastic surgery - it's about efficiency, isn't it?

No, I quickly walked out of the hospital, took a deep breath and called Boyfriend who promptly reminded me that this is a well known professor and if he doesn't like it - it's not a good thing. Thanks for cheering me up honey!

Aj , Eye

I poked myself in my right eye yesterday.

Obviously not on purpose.

Oh My God!

The Pain!

I was yet again reminded...

...of why I don't use contacts.

Fingers should not be...

anywhere near eyes!

humorlösa chefer...

There's a good reason as to why the rest of this post will be in Swedish. Sorry about that but that's the way it'll have to be...

Jag och en kille på jobbet har ganska så lik humor så vi har rätt roligt när vi traffas. Nu jobbar vi inte alltid på samma ställe men iaf. Idag så skickade jag ett mail till honom där jag på skämt skrev att jag skulle säga upp mig om jag inte fick ledigt nästa jul.

OBS! det var ett skämt som var baserat på att jag tycker semesterplaneringen på mitt jobb suger. Detta hade man forstått om man sett den lille smajlisen som efterföljde kommentaren.

Vad händer då?? Jo, jag blir inkallad till mina 2 (!) chefer där jag måste förklara varför jag skrev som jag skrev! Jag visste inte om jag skulle skratta eller gråta när de sa att jag "minsann inte gjorde det lättare for mig själv genom att skriva så!"

Vilket jävla skämt! De är helt sanslösa! Eftersom de nu läser min mail, vill jag inte försätta mig själv än mer i klistret genom att skriva det på engelska här - precis så paranoid är jag just nu - för vem vet vad mer de läser och då ska de iaf ha besväret med att få det översatt...

*alla svordomar som finns + några till*

Yummy in My Tummy

Miss E's got a dog for a week and I am seriously jealous. I want to pick up dog poop too - obviously only after the dog I'd be walking myself or it'd be a bit sick- and I want a cuddle from a dog.

Boyfriend, who's been like a dog-substitute isn't going to do either as he's working the "long day" at the hospital so he won't be home until 23.00. I guess I'll have to cuddle up with Rupert and order a romantic Chinese dinner for 1.

It's not really as bad as it sounds, an evening on my own could be just what I need. In fact, the more I think about it the more I like the sound of it. Bring it on! A yummy Chinese take-away, my favourite giraffe (Rupert) and Pride & Prejudice!!

You know what I'm talking about!!

why are ours so dull?

As a result of the voting frenzy and media coverage regarding the US-elections (I know it's not the real one!) the conversations at work has been a bit more "news-worthy" lately. Instead of gossiping about whether or not Girls Aloud Cheryl should dump her cheating husband or not (the guy must be an idiot, she'd flaming gorgeous and seems to have a sharp head on her shoulders as well), we have discussed the different candidates and which one we'd vote for.

This can be a bit tricky as 1) we're not really involved in the process, 2) we get what the media decides to give us and as good as BBC is, it's not always easy to make a decision from that. Today, we spoke a bit about how they all use celebrities to get votes. I mean, Oprah isn't too bad as a supporter, right? This is the lady who got loads of people to stop eating meat and the sales of Swedish WASA Knackebrod shot up after she mentioned how healthy and nice it is.

You don't get celebrities in either the UK or Sweden to back the various candidates - and I don't blame them, our candidates are all so much less charismatic, boring and .... grey, if you know what I mean. Sure, we in Sweden had the mega-left woman who only used to wear red (go figure) but that was as colourful as it got.

I'm actually more excited over the US-election than Sweden's and UK's - I'm not even sure when they are. It's a well-oiled machinery they run over there. The elections, I mean, and we can always count on the President to be entertaining. Clinton was a lady's man and people will remember him for that. George W Bush is.... George W Bush and that's an accomplishment in itself. But God, he's got people involved in politics and whether it's to get him out of the W. H. or not is a different issue.

It's safe to say that we'll be following the elections intently and perhaps hoping that they'll elect another entertainer - perhaps it's a good thing that the present Californian Governor can't run for office...

How I feel when it comes to numbers