Monthly Archive: March 2005

Dear Internet, I have a confession to make. I’ve been seeing someone else. She used to be my number-one until you came along and turned everything upside-down. Now, I’m feeling like a fool, torn between two…eh, never mind. It’s just she’s so jealous! She’s constantly wanting me to do things with her, go places together, and it means less time with YOU. I feel guilty when I’m with her. I feel guilty when I’m with you. Finding time to spend with each of you seems more and more difficult these days, but I’m trying! Anyway, I just thought it was...

The Easter Bunny has trailed a wake of sugar-coma-induced destruction. Darn that glycosidic bunny! It may take us a couple of weeks to come down from the high. The Easter weekend has been both bad and good. Martin and I attended the AWC Easter Egg Hunt, along with 39 other extremely excited children. Karin, however, was at home, learning that Mommy is serious about the consequences for bad behavior. 🙁 She made me proud though, by accepting her punishment bravely, for the most part, and I think she (and I) have both learned something from it, which makes it almost...

Yea, verily, said the Lord, on the fifth and twentieth day of March it shall be lighter out in the evenings and the spring shall arriveth, and ye shall eat waffles. Fiat voluntas tua! It’s Waffle Day! Put your hands in the air and shake it like you just don’t care! Say it with me: YAY WAFFLES! Waffle Day is one of those bizarre Swedish traditions that you just learn about and shake your head in bemusement (NOT amusement, Sheryl!) over and then enjoy. It’s technically the Feast of the Annunciation, but I’m not sure Maria and her pal the...

A split-personality day: busy morning at work, lazy afternoon at home. World swathed in the grey veils of seemingly solid fog, a wet filmy filter through which everything appears faded or fading. I feel a bit filmed over myself as it was one of those under-the-skin migraine days with a headache hovering at the edge of my skull, peering through my eyes, tapping at the back of my neck. Tablets held it at bay for a time, but after lunch and on the way home it bit down hard and refused to let go, shaking me limp between its teeth....

There’s nothing for making you feel old like your baby brother having a birthday. Any birthday. 30 was one of the best years of my life, and I had no problem whatsoever with it, ditto with 31 through 34…but the year I turned 35 my baby brother turned 30 and HOLY SHIT WAS I OLD. Super Duper Slacker Birthday Wishes to johann_metzger! In other news, how much prison time can I expect for totally braining my child if she doesn’t SHUT UP AND GO TO SLEEP ALREADY?!

Today I left work 2 hours early because I could no longer resist the siren song of the sun. The kids, who bitched at me yesterday to please pick them up earlier today, grumped at me when I appeared in the daycare doorway that I was too early, whereupon I rolled my eyes and bundled up their muck-schlurped playclothes and took them home. I did the happy dance at the mailbox (2 packages!) and then I sat down in my sunny living room with the deck doors open wide to the fresh, clean spring air and the woven-rush-bead curtain moving...

Why do so many women get stuck in 8th grade cliquey cattiness and never grow out of it? What is up with that? Just a rhetorical question, as I’m not in the mood for a rant. It makes me sad, though. (and it’s nothing to do with my online friends, thankfully). Does badmouthing someone else REALLY make people feel better?! Anders is in Italy this week so I’m doing the single-parent thing for a couple of nights. So far, so good. Karin is back in another phase of testing, pushing limits as far as they will go, until she runs...

Gorgeous sunshiney spring days, albeit shivering frosty cold in the minus temperatures. The kids play in the gurgling water-filled ditch behind the house, stomping the ice edges, building bridges, muck schlurping around their sodden ankles and mud-spattered playpants. We can’t keep them out of it. They’re drawn like magnets to water, that new, cool plaything. This morning we went to the International Dog Show in Malmö in the hopes of accosting a flat-coated retriever breeder or two and bombarding them with our ignorance and questions about puppies, the acquisition of, the care of, the raising of, the logistics of. No...

Summer breeds a sort of ecstatic mania among Swedes, probably because it’s so fleeting here. The trappings of summer are treated with a worshipful reverence that borders on lust. The appearance of Swedish strawberries and the tiny, buttery new potatoes, which have a place of honor on the traditional Midsummer menu, is awaited with breathlessness and much anticipatory lip-smacking. This morning the radio DJs announced that the first new potatoes of the season will be sold in Helsingborg this weekend, the last weekend in March, 3 days before the official advent of Spring, for 500 KRONOR A KILO. That is...

I don’t think I belong to the cool kids club anymore…not that I ever really did. Or maybe I just don’t want to belong. Or maybe I’ve found a BETTER cool kids club, right here. Yeah, that’s it. As much as I love my job, man, is it kicking my ass. I feel I could work about a week’s extra worth of days and still not have cleared all the miscellaneous projects off my to-do list. I am so tired each day from the total concentration I’m exerting for 8 hours, that I feel stretched and beaten with a stick,...