…but Karin wants me to come sit with her until she falls asleep. This drives me bananas because I know full well she can fall asleep on her own if she just gives it a minute, and I get very frustrated with the constant drama surrounding bedtime for my daughter, but you know what? Some day she won’t be living with me anymore and I will very likely regret the times I DIDN’T sit with her, so…
Martin is spending the night…with his girlfriend ! I was warned this day would come, but I didn’t think it would be quite so soon. I had quite an “American” moment when he first asked, but Anders and I talked about it, and we figure it’s fine…this time. In a year or so, it won’t be appropriate, but for now, they’re just kids. He and Ebba have been a special “couple” since they were in daycare together. Apart from a period in 2nd grade when they got teased too much by some older kids and “broke up” they’ve been steady...
Sudden Rocket Thought Bombs: OMG, there are only 2 weeks left until vacation! *run in circles scream and shout* Conversations at the Dinner Table: Karin: I wish Grandma still had her pool. Liz: Yeah, it will be weird to walk into that room and have it missing. Martin: Yeah. Liz: She even knocked down the cement foundation in the basement. Martin: *amazed* GRANDMA did?! Anders: *makes a muscle with his arm* Liz: *laughing* Yeah, don’t mess with Grandma!! Karin: Mama, how did you know you were in love with daddy? Anders: What? How could she resist? Look at me!…Listen to...
Whirly wheels of mind mechanics, my brain is spinning, it seems. This whole week has been crazy busy, punctuated by a one-two-three punch of anger/disappointment/resignation. I’ve worked late 2 days, tonight until 7 p.m.. With only 2 weeks left before I leave I’m feeling the pace start to increase and threaten to overwhelm. Today at work, I: finalized a 24-page product guide re-sized an ad layout re-sized and edited photos found things, sent things, uploaded things, transferred things, archived things, proofread things, showed people how to do things delegated 3 HTMLs, 4 datasheet layouts and a content extraction brainstormed about...
This is not PMS, it can’t be. What IS this weird sorrow that settles on my back, just below my skull and wraps its wide warm paws around my head? It comes and goes, and no way to tell which day will be the one that feels heavy, which will be the one that lightens and brightens with joy until everything is loud and snapping rainbow. Recently it seems to me that the grump bucket runneth over. I am not by nature a grumpy person, though I surely have my moments like anyone else. Yesterday, and today, if I had...
Just to clear up what seems to be some confusion on the part of my readers: We WANT a dog. We BADLY want a dog (well, I would rather have a cat), but see, here’s the thing…I had cats my whole life, but grew to be allergic to them over time. I was taking pills while I was in the States, but that wouldn’t have stopped me from continuing to have cats. When I met Anders I had 2 cats. He was not allergic to cats when we met. We loved the cats and they were a part of our...
That was fun! Thanks to everyone for playing along on my last post. I learned a lot about you internet psychos my online friends. 😀 For those interested, my answers to my own questions are under the cut.
Come one, come all, even you lurkity lurkers out there! What hot-button topic gets your blood boiling? If you could travel to any one famous place/sight/attraction RIGHT NOW, where would you go? How many online friends have you met in real life? Were any of them internet psychos? Which kind of lizard do you like best? Iguana, chameleon, gecko, skink, or GILA MONSTER? Do you speak more than one language? If not, which one would you like to learn? What’s your favorite foreign word? Quick: chocolate desserts or dough-and-fruit? How much wood could a woodchuck chuck?* Which gives you more...
I always show Martin and Karin the photos of my online friend’s cats and dogs, and of course they can’t get enough of Cute Overload. So, when I saw that the pretty pretty Bluepoppy, who has been in a marvelous frenzy of daily posting lately, quite unlike her usual practice of making us sadly refresh and refresh and refresh wait a few days between nuggets of bloggy goodness, and MUCH APPRECIATED by her adoring public, had posted this scrumptious photo of her darling Daisy pup this evening, I immediately, of course, called Karin and Martin over to the computer to...
Wasn’t gonna write tonight because my brain is in translation mode and I had to literally tear myself away from my work in progress (almost half done! woo! I rock!) and my scanned PDF source file and the Swedish-English dictionary and the Stora Ordboken and the SAOB and PUT THE KEYBOARD DOWN. I pictured myself whirling about the room in a long white lacy nightgown while the maidservants turned down the bedcovers and hung up my robe, hugging the keyboard to my breast and crooning I could have worked all night, I could have worked all night and can’t decide...