Tagged: beinglizardek

07
Oct
2006

PUTTING PEACE IN MY POCKET

A quiet morning, spent doing nothing much. Anders and the kids left early this morning for a weekend Scout trip, they’ll be back tomorrow afternoon. I went back to bed after they left and after finishing my visit with an old childhood friend, Pippi Longstocking, I feel asleep for a couple of hours. A quiet lunch, a quiet afternoon, spent listening to Hayley Westenra, reading, editing, solitaire. Then it was time to head out the door into the early evening and the windy weather as our choir was singing for Lomma Village’s Culture Night. They are building and renovating in...

05
Oct
2006

GETTING INTO THE SPIRIT

I am suddenly craving a Slurpee right now so bad I could cry. Or one of those plastic flat tubes of Freezer Pop popsicles. Grape flavor. WAAH! Anders is going to the States this month for a WEEK and I am not. I am alternately resigned and crazy insane with envy. And yes, I know I am going to Paris on Monday! but I haven’t been home to the States in 2.5 years (going on 3, going on 3.5, going on WAAH!) and he’ll even be there for Halloween and we WON’T. *eats a mini-Tootsie Roll from the American candy...

20
Sep
2006

SO FAR AND NO FURTHER

Dear Week 38, What’d I ever do to you? You’re killing me and I’m only halfway. Cut me some slack, will ya? Kisses, Lizardek In Sweden, a lot of things are reckoned according to what week it is. I don’t know if that’s a common thing elsewhere in Europe or if it’s peculiar to Swedes. All I knew when I first moved here was that there were 52 weeks in the year, but I have no mental calendar to figure out what week it is on any given workday, after about week 12 or so. Thankfully, awhile ago I discovered...

25
Aug
2006

I’M GLAD I’VE GOT A NAME, BECAUSE I’M USING IT FOR WHAT IT’S WORTH*

What does your name say about you? Do you think it reflects who you are or who you’ve become? Are you able to get past the popular associations that load it down? When we were choosing names for our children, besides wanting them to be names we liked and felt comfortable with, we also had the requirement that they work both in America and in Sweden. Thus, no names starting with J since in Swedish J is pronounced with a Y sound. I dwelt lovingly over lists of names in baby name books, but the MEANINGS didn’t weigh that much...

13
Aug
2006

WHAT A WONDERFUL FEELING, I’M HAPPY AGAIN

When a project gets its teeth in me, it’s as if I’m suddenly wearing blinders. I don’t want to pay any attention to things outside the narrow focus of my current obsession. Having to stop what I’m doing for other necessary or pressing demands, like feeding the kids or doing laundry or answering the phone, makes me grumpy. I want to keep on working on my project until I am done or until the obsession suddenly wears thin for a bit and I can slow down and swing aside and do something else (sometimes it’s another project! or 2 at...

10
Aug
2006

LOOKING BACK ON HOW IT WAS IN DAYS GONE BY

Why do birthdays stick me with earwormy songs about time passing and aging? Last year I wrote about the things I had accomplished between the previous birthday and the one I was having, and I figure that’s as good a way as any to end my nice day today 🙂 Passed my 3-year online journaling milestone a couple of days ago. Celebrated my 10 year wedding anniversary. Fulfilled a lifelong dream of traveling to Scotland. Continued loveloveloving my job, even though it continually kicks my ass. Sang at my baby brother’s wedding. Enthusiastically joined in with the wonderful Poetry Thursday...

26
Jul
2006

WILL THE REAL LIZARDEK PLEASE STAND UP?

Apropos of contemplations about my self-image and my mirror image and the evil twin that only appears in photographs, I wonder how many other people out there are addicted to avatar-makers? Am I the only one? I think they’re great fun, and an absorbing time-suck. Only I realize that all the little lizardek’s I have created, with the exception of only a few, adhere to a standard ideal of beauty that includes high cheekbones, heart-shaped faces, round and doll-like eyes, and skinnyness. They’re little mini-me’s without the freckles and barky hair and untidy eyebrows. It’s like being a virtual Barbie...

05
Jul
2006

AND THEY PAY ME FOR IT, TOO!

Today I had what is called in Swedish my P U samtal with my boss. It stands for Personlig Utveckling and translates literally as Personal Development Discussion. What it boiled down to was she’s happy, I’m happy, go forth and prosper. We have these conversations twice a year, and that is in addition to the salary discussions that take place every December. I have been at this job for just under 2 years and I love it more than ever. In the entire time, there has been only 1 day that I did not want to get out of bed...

13
May
2006

OMGWTFPINESOL

What is wrong with this picture? Anders and the kids left this morning for overnight scout camp. It is sunny, blue-skied and breezy out. I can hear birds singing from all directions because all the windows are open. Loud and cheerful music is playing on my stereo. I am inside: deep spring cleaning. *** I shall stop soon and go for a walk. I may also, at some point, feel the urge to make a bullet-point list of my cleaning accomplishments here because that way I increase the chances of getting some applause for a job well-done, which I will...

07
May
2006

THIS USERPIC IS EERILY REFLECTIVE OF HOW MY EYES LOOK RIGHT NOW, ONLY MINE ARE REDDER

I was early to our choir concert today and I sat out in the garden to wait and I closed my eyes and lifted my face to the sunlight and burned the insides of my eyelids to red. Behind my eyes the red intensified and it glowed molten and got richer and deeper and orange (orangier?) with every second. I kept thinking it would go black but it never did and then I couldn’t stand it anymore and I had to open them and cool them off with the sight of white hyacinth and wind-blowsy daffodils. Spring has boiled over...

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