Yearly Archive: 2013

09
Nov
2013

FEED ME

This is a list of things made for dinner lately during my ongoing total cooking dry spell: Anders made Lasagna, with proscuitto & parmesan salad Beef patties with sauteed onions and boiled potatoes Tomato soup with garlic bread Sweet & sour chicken with rice Meatloaf Pancakes Meatballs with macaroni Spaghetti with herb, cream and bacon sauce Oven-baked salmon with tomato, garlic & basil cream French onion soup Breaded whitefish with potatoes Oven-baked ham (kassler) with pineapple and rice I’ve made Tuna sandwiches Tuna casserole Martin tells me, when I say I don’t feel like making anything, that it’s my social...

08
Nov
2013

QUICK ONE, PRACTICALLY DOESN’T COUNT

Posting from the iPad tonight because Karin stole the computer and took the Playstation too, and is spending the night with her best friend Julia and about 30 boys at their school for an overnight LAN event. Martin is out with a friend at a movie in Lund and Anders is asleep in the big chair in front of the TV, which is currently being loudly narrated by someone rhapsodizing about American burgers. I am going to make popcorn and read before I have to go get Martin at 11:30…I hope you are having a mysig Friday evening, wherever you...

07
Nov
2013

GOOD THINGS COME IN COACHING, ROLLED IN SEAWEED AND BETWEEN PAGES

I’m so glad tomorrow is Friday. I am working for the weekend. Loverboy references make me seem really young, don’t they? I suppose it doesn’t count that I had to google “working for the weekend” because I couldn’t remember who did that song? Baha. Tonight was bookgroup. In Malmö this time and I was stupid and booked my hair appointment, also in Malmö, about a block away from where I was tonight, yesterday. So I had to drive to Malmö twice in 2 days. On the plus side, Barky looks FABULOUS and I got to go to bookgroup! And before...

06
Nov
2013

WRITING ABOUT WRITING AND WHY I WRITE

Only 6 days in and I’ve run out of things to write about. No, that’s not true…more that I’ve run out of ideas for things to write about. It’s a temporary problem that comes in waves: blogger’s block. I’ve been writing this blog since August 2003; that’s over 10 years of journal entries, memories, photos, anecdotes, inanities, bulletpoint lists, opinions, thoughts and random observations. In fact, a quick peek at my LJ stats tells me that I have written 2213 journal entries since August 6, 2003. That’s an average of 221.3 journal entries a year! An average of 18.44 posts...

05
Nov
2013

IT’S OVER

Martin and Anders and I all watched the last episode of the last season of The West Wing tonight before he and the kids went off to the gym to work out. I was tucked into the end of the couch (my spot, much like Sheldon’s) where I get good support from the back and side. Martin was snuggled up against my left, hunkered down in the pillows, with a throw over his legs. He came home tired but wouldn’t admit to grumpy. I can’t believe we are done with 7 seasons, 22 episodes each, of my favorite show. I...

04
Nov
2013

PRIVATE PARTS

Once upon a time, I wrote a blog post that had a warning label on it. Male readers were advised to move along and read something else. I’m slapping up that same disclaimer today. Seriously, boys, go find something else to read. You’ll thank me. The blog post was about birth control, specifically mine, and how I had once again, fallen prey to my particular brand of math-impairedness. Refresher. Go on, I’ll wait. One would think it couldn’t get worse. But one would be wrong.

03
Nov
2013

THE GRIEVING PROCESS

Martin and I are almost done with The West Wing. We have only 4 more episodes left and we just watched Matt Santos win the Presidential election and Leo McGarry die. I confess to having had tears in my eyes. Martin did, too. I never saw most of the episodes from season 7 that we are watching now, but I remember feeling sad then when I heard the news that John Spencer, the actor that played Leo, had actually passed away, unlike the actress that played Dolores Landingham, who only died in character. We were sad about her, too. I...

02
Nov
2013

SOCCER MOM

I am sitting in the second story bleachers in the gymnasium in Södra Sandby having my knees bumped by every soccer-playing prepubescent boy in the village AND their parents as they walk back and forth in front of me. Karin is participating in Sandby Cup, along with some of her other teammates, despite the fact that it’s a boys tournament. I don’t know if they just didn’t have enough players or what, since these are only 13-minute 5-man indoor games but she asked me twice if I would come watch and since I feel guilty about the amount of her...

01
Nov
2013

A MONTH OF BLOGGING?

Doubtful. Judging by the way real life keeps grabbing my arm and dragging me down the street, chances are slim that I’ll actually be able to REMEMBER to write every day much less actually do it. But you never know. I’ve always considered myself a bit of an outsider, in many ways, despite belonging to this group or that group or this organization or what not. The reason why wasn’t because I wasn’t one of the cool kids, though I wasn’t…but more has to do with the fact that I had friends in ALL the groups. In junior high maybe...

28
Oct
2013

BLUSTERY

The 10-minute drive home from work was exciting to say the least since we are in the middle of a class-3 storm and it was already in full gale-force mode as I left the building. All day the rain beat down and the clouds powered along and the sun came out at intervals for as if for half-hearted reassurance. There have been a few “tornado-level” storms in the nearly 17 years I’ve lived here. One ripped the corrugated plastic roof off the porch of our old house. One knocked down a zillion trees on the hill up to Dalby, and...

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