Busy weekend days, that is. We had a birthday party for Martin today: 10 kids for 2 hours. It went really well, because we had a schedule, of sorts, and Anders kept the kids entertained for at least half an hour with Engineer Lindström’s Experiment Theater. He showed them how to make a wave machine, a water microscope from a milk carton, how to make a milk carton blow smoke rings, how to make an egg sink in water, and magic tricks to boot. 🙂 Then we had the di rigeur “hotdogs with bread,” whipped cream cake and a candy...

Christmas wish list: all the books on my “books-to-buy” list time to read them a domain name a paid LJ account tickets to a theater play or concert, something, ANYTHING no worries about money for awhile mostly so we don’t have to worry about paying for tickets to the States next year a way to get my sister and her family here for Christmas all the trees on my tree list, come spring a 2-door Alfa Romeo Graduate convertible just like Michelle Pfeiffer had in Tequila Sunrise, what, you thought I’d FORGOTTEN?! motivation for diet changes and exercise…oh wait, wrong...

Penelope is very kindly handing out weekend passes to those of us who just have too damn much to do. I will, however, have to take a rain check on it until after Christmas, I suspect, as this weekend is the first of several weekends with absolutely NO FREE TIME. Today, I’m going to have fika with a woman I’ve never met. She’s been a member of the AWC for 4 years and is nearing 80 and has never been to a single event. I talk to her several times a year, but despite the fact that I live only...

Next week practically everyone on my floor at work, and everyone in my department, except me, will be at a big trade show in California. I’m totally stoked about this, even though I’ll probably be bored silly by the end of the week. Christmas vacation just can’t get here soon enough. Had an email from my brother yesterday that he and Simone are definitely coming up for Christmas week, woo hoo!! Now if we could just figure a way to get my sister to Europe, things would be sweet. I didn’t go to choir last night, which totally sucked, because...

Well, I used to be a musically ahead-of-my-time girl and was so cool that most people had never heard of the hip, happening artists on my CD shelf, ahem. Obviously, that was back in the day. Looked over Rolling Stone’s list of 500 Greatest Albums of All Time, and while I’ve got lots of mixed tapes/CDs and greatest hits of the artists listed, but not the original albums…it made me realize how much of a Greatest Hits Collections girl I am, heh. I’ve got compilation CDs up the wazoo. Love them. Can’t get enough o’ them best of beauties.

Gray is dryer lint, the soft wings of doves, dust bunnies huddled under the bed. Gray is dirty sheets, thunderclouds, tarnished silverware. Gray is granite, statues, concrete. Gray is fading, hard to see, foggy hillsides. Gray is far from blue. 20 Christmas cards are addressed so far and the Christmas newsletter is written. Whew! Progress is being made. A dent in. A bite out of. I just want to note publicly that I married Superman. He’s mine, and you can’t have him. Since we got the keys to the new house last July, even before it was finished, this is...

Yow! This morning when the alarm went off at 6-oh-fucking-early-o’clock, I reached out an arm and smacked it, but somehow managed to turn it OFF instead of hitting the snooze button. The next time I pried an eye open and looked it was a QUARTER TO EIGHT!!! Aaagh!! Kids still sleeping, Anders still sleeping… 20 minutes of panic racing around throwing clothes on kids and jumping in and out of the shower… good thing I had a massage scheduled at 9 a.m., is all I have to say about that. I’m in the middle of reading Middlesex by Jeffrey Eugenides....

I don’t usually post quizzes, but this was too funny! You are a typical BILLY bookshelf in dark plywood! BILLY bookshelves are neat and tidy and can be relied on to keep their promises. They always read the safety instructions and always pay attention to the flight attendants’ safety demonstrations on every flight. Many BILLY bookshelves wear crash helmets. But that doesn’t mean they’re dull – on the contrary, they are great jokers and like to play the clown at family get-togethers and private parties. Career: Fickle is not a word that is part of the vocabulary of a BILLY...

So far, we’ve had 4 weeks in a row of grey cloudiness and ONE day of sunshine. Bleah to November in Skåne. I remember when I was pregnant with Martin, due in November. It started raining in September and it rained for a year and a half. Non-stop. I swear I’m not making that up. This year, at least, it hasn’t been raining every day, but I could really do with a few more sunny winter days. Don’t get me wrong, we had a BEAUTIFUL summer and an extremely sunshiney fall, but I want more. It’s amazing how much the...