Author: lizardek

Karin thinks that if she insists hard enough that she’s still sick, she’ll get to stay home from dagis EVERY DAY in order to play on the computer. Anders made the HUGE mistake of showing the kids the Bionicle homepage when he got the ADSL hooked up last week and letting them play one of the games online. Now, that’s all Karin wants to do. Imagine her disappointment yesterday when I finally caved and the game wasn’t online anymore. Because now you have to go buy the CD-ROM. :S Around 4 p.m. yesterday, I felt as if I was sinking...

When the kids were still very little, Anders and I learned early on that we were lucky…we had a natural division without having to fight over it or worry about. Anything that came out of baby from the waist down was mine to deal with and anything that came out from the waist up was his. This is good in theory, but sometimes in practice it doesn’t work out. Anders, for example, changed as many diapers as I did. Last night, due to the fact that Anders is in Italy, it REALLY didn’t work out, and I learned more about...

Darn the weather, anyway! A gorgeous blue-skied sunshine morning turns into a sleeting, snowing, grey afternoon. Who let the dogs out? I stayed up way too late last night, just playing around online and on LJ, and then called my mother at 12:14 a.m. who said in a horrified voice when she picked up the phone, “What are you still doing up?!!” 😛 Dealing with the ownfault-tiredness is going okay, although I’m not looking forward to being unable to veg on my own sofa while the kids swirl around me like dust devils. Instead, I’m picking them up after work...

Despite a powdered sugar dusting of snow along all the edges this morning, we had winter sunshine today, high and stabbing and potent. Plastic stretched sky, so shiny and bright it looks unreal. Blue like a robin’s egg, like a periwinkle, like the water against the pale blue painted sides of a swimming pool. Nearly no clouds and a few jet trails like jewelry across heaven’s throat. Later, an unseen artist adds dabs of black to the mix, gradually darkening the hue from blue through black, a cobalt that breathes with tiny twinkly pulsating stars. They look like pinholes through...

Flyinge is, quite possibly, the best little Swedish village in Skåne. Aside from the fact that it doesn’t have a take-out sushi joint, that is. It was on the outer edge of the circle we drew around Malmö and Lund when we were househunting in 1997 and has so many amenities that when we decided that first house was getting a bit small, I amazed my husband by insisting that we find or build a new house in Flyinge instead of considering any of the other certain-to-be drab, podunk villages in the area or moving in to Malmö or Lund....

Does anyone know if you can glue candles back together?

Backhanded compliments are so fun. Your mind just twists them around and around like a little möbius strip. Apparently, I use this LJ thing too much as a journal (the laundry is all done) and not enough as a blog (I saw a velvet sky tonight, streetlights spread their clean, white light). To that I say: Pbbbb!!! 😛 My brother, the idea man, has told me in no uncertain terms that I need to do more creative writing here. The latin phrase with which I’ve titled this journal seems to have escaped him. Or else it’s not IN THAT CRAPPY...

There’s just something about a successful dinner party that makes you feel all warm and socially competent. 🙂 I left work early yesterday, picked up a package at the post office (Ducati calendar for Anders!), picked up garlic spread and marinated olives from our local kebab/pizza joint, picked up the kids, and then got home with an hour to clean up before our guests arrived. Since the house was in decent condition, that worked out perfectly. We had 2 couples over, people we really like. Barbara and Paul have a 20-month old and a 4-week old, both girls, and both...

I double dog dare you! How well do you know lizardek? *bleats like a sheep, baa baa baa! 🙂 *

I love black olive tapenade and garlic in everything, but man oh man, do they apparently not love me. It’s unrequited. Or else they’re pissed about something I did years ago and are letting me know in no uncertain terms that they haven’t forgotten, even if I have, oh NO. My stupid Mousetrapper is misbehaving at work, and won’t let me take the mouse pointer all the way over to the right hand side. WTF?! It’s me against the inanimate again, and as usual, they’re WINNING! 🙁 argh. Martin’s zipper started it this morning and now my mouse is trying...