Yearly Archive: 2005

I’m so screwed. I was so tired yesterday evening after a long week of work and busyness and whatnot, that I actually went to bed and not just to bed, but to SLEEP at 9 o’clock…ON A FRIDAY NIGHT.* Anders called right before that to say he had just landed at the airport in Copenhagen and would be home in about an hour…but I didn’t even hear him come home, poor guy. Then Karin woke up at 3:30 a.m. calling for mama and papa (nightmare) and at 5 a.m. I gave up and got up and turned on the computer...

I think I figured out what my problem is. My brain is not the boss of me. My tongue, my TONGUE, is the boss of me. Earlier this week it was a gigantic large second helping of chicken-mushroom-artichoke casserole. Yesterday it was chocolate cake. Today? Popcorn and vanilla creams. I think I need a middle manager. Hee! Anders has been gone for 2 days to Dublin, Ireland on a business trip, and every time I tell someone where he is, I say Dublin in an Irish accent. What’s up with that? I blame The Commitments. He gets home tonight. I...

Spring is rapidly approaching and in the interest of dropping a few pounds before it gets here, I thought I’d take a tip from the most effective dieting plan I’ve ever seen. Dude! The snowman in our yard? He just sits in the sun and the weight melts off him…like…er…water.

You’ll Eat It And You’ll Like It! Liz: *comes home after a full day of work and makes a tuna-mushroom-artichoke casserole with crumbled potato chips on top for dinner* Dinnertime! Family: *comes to table* Karin: *turns up nose and makes gagging noises* Liz: You know, someday this will be your favorite dish, and you’ll make it so well that someone will marry you for it. Anders: *smiles at Liz* Karin: *clutches throat, rolls eyes up in head* Liz: …or maybe that’s just me. Karin: *keels over in chair with a groan* I’m having an illustration orgy. Every now and then...

Hey! Guess what I’m eating right now?! *bounces off the walls and carooms across the room* CHOCOLATE-COVERED RAISINS! Sent to me by a very nice woman who lives in Ohio and who participated in GISBE! Along with books and some other candy that I didn’t really see very well because my nose was deep in the chocolate-covered raisin bag. Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmm. Thank you, Heather! My poor partner is still waiting for hers, but it was mailed today, so it’s finally on its way.

I’ve stopped and started this journal entry about 5 times now. Everything I start to write sounds trite. I’m making myself yawn. yaaa-a-a-a-wn. The sun shone all weekend. What a gift of sunny days we’ve had this winter, even WITH the snowstorms and Siberian Express and usual quota of grey, rainy days. There is so much snow on the ground and it’s so cold that despite the sunshine, the snow doesn’t seem to be melting very fast, even though the edges are looking acid-dipped, sun-chewed, exhaust-browned. The other day I meant to write about my morning ride to work, after...

I think I might have broken my social interaction mechanism. Or else I just overdid it and need to sit with it elevated for awhile. I’m discovering more and more that I need more downtime in my life than I tend to allow for. Or else I’m just getting boring old. I suspect part of it is less tolerance for living outside my comfort zone. After 3 evenings of social events in various settings, the following things were once again reinforced for me: Once you stop working with someone, if you have no other common context, the conversation really tends...

I can’t keep up this week. Cracking Me Up: On a Lighter Note… Can’t Stop Staring: Cold Water

Anders is watching Jägarna,* a Swedish movie starring Rolf Lassgård and Helena Bergström, whom I normally really like when they’re together in movies. It’s on Swedish TV regularly, but after watching a short portion of it once and finding it extremely distasteful, I’ve never bothered to watch the whole thing. So when I realized what movie it was, I asked Anders just now, “oh, is that the movie with the hunters and the horrible things and the mean people and the killing and ickiness?” and Anders gave me this sort of very patient guy look and said, “well, yes, I...

My mother-in-law fell badly yesterday, the 2nd time it’s happened. The first was 2 Christmases ago, right as we arrived to celebrate her birthday with dinner, when she slipped on the kitchen rug and fell, hitting her head severely. This time it happened while she was walking to the building where she weaves. She doesn’t remember tripping over anything and it wasn’t ice or snow at that point, but regardless she fell, hit her head again, and sprained her wrist, lying there on the sidewalk for some time before managing to get up and get to the weavery. She and...