Today was lovely. The first day of vacation. Both Anders and I slept in and it was great not to have an alarm go off and to be able to fall asleep again after each of my nighttime bathroom runs. I’ve had a few times lately where I had to get up around 4:30-5 or so and could not get back to sleep. No fun at all on a work night, when you are so tired by 3 pm you could cry. Then I just stayed in bed after we both woke up around 9:30 (!) and checked email, played...
I could do with a little less stress. I feel like every little extra thing is about to shove me over the edge. I’ve been so filled with worry about health-related issues and worry about my mom and guilt over my sister dealing with all of it, and the usual crazy at work, that tonight when I misjudged and hit a curb (AGAIN WTF) with the Tesla, I almost lost it completely. I’ve never had a car I dislike so much. I love having an ELECTRIC car, but I hate the Tesla more and more. Not just because of Elon...
I spend a rather embarrassing amount of time thinking about my hair. I’ve even named it, as long-time readers of this blog will remember. ↑ I cover it up if I can when it’s raining or misting because it will frizz out completely if I don’t, and will frizz out regardless, even if I do. It’s like having a poodle on my head. I never really control what it does or how it looks, and frankly, after nearly 28 years in Sweden, where it is so often raining or misting, I’ve kind of given up. The curling iron is relegated...
I am very sad about the cookie situation. Which is, that I can’t have any, because I’m not supposed to be eating sugar. And it’s coming up on Christmas cookie season. AUGH! I organized the cookie exchange for the AIC again this year, but at the very last minute, right before I sent out the email telling everyone how many were participating and how many cookies to make, I took my name off the list. There were 12 people participating, which was a nice number, and a lot of cookies, and I thought that if I had 66 cookies in...
Yowza, three weeks flies by when you are having fun! I’ve been full up with all kinds of things. Mom and Sarah arrived on November 4 and we had about 3 days before Sarah left for Ireland, into which we crammed pottery painting, thrifting for night stands, and various other activities. I worked half days that week, and then we had the weekend, where we took mom to brunch at Torna Hällestads lanthandel (with Karin and Anders), and the following week, I worked from home every day, so that mom wouldn’t be by herself. We had massages, and met up...
2 months to Christmas, eeek!! I have actually already gotten several Christmas presents and stocking stuffers but still have a lot to do in that regard. But right now, my focus is on preparing for mom and Sarah’s visit and then for Friendsgiving. They will be here late on Monday night, hurrah! Yesterday, I slept in and then had a rather lazy morning. But I made up for it after I got up. I cleaned everything in sight. Bathrooms, kitchen, floors, dusted, vacuumed, windexed, etc. And I did a boatload of laundry: all the bedding for all the beds, all...
It’s nearly Halloween. I have the big bowl of candy ready and the kids are coming home tomorrow night to carve the pumpkins and decorate. Anders is gone this week but will be home on Thursday at some point, though I don’t know if he’ll make it for the trick-or-treat hours. Kirstin hosted the annual (3x makes it a yearly event, right) AIC adult party on Friday. I didn’t really dress up at all, since I don’t really like dressing up. I stuck my bat deelybobbers on and wore a bright orange shirt. That’s as dressed up as I like...
For Pete’s sake, it’s October, and I haven’t written anything in, like, 2 weeks. Despite all the good intentions my road to blog hell is paved with. And who is Pete, anyway? Dear Google, give me the deets. Google coughs it up immediately! According to the Oxford English Dictionary, “for Pete’s sake” came into use more than a century ago and prompted similar sayings such as “for the love of Pete” in 1906. It was a substitution of St. Peter because that was less offensive than taking the name of the Lord or Christ in vain. Interesting. It could also...
Karen Sommerfeld asked her followers on Facebook what present they had gotten as a child, that made the biggest impression on them or that they loved the most, and the comments section exploded with people reminiscing about Spirograph, Lite-Brite, Barbies, and various other things like bikes and toy keyboards and perfumed pens. I immediately thought of the giant Barbie head I got one year for Christmas that you could put makeup on and style her hair. Not terribly interested in either makeup or hair styling after that, but it definitely got played with. I had a Spirograph, too. And of...
There’s always a lot rattling around in my head. Mostly things that need to be done, or at least not forgotten about. But also, thoughts about my family, the book I am reading, what to fix for lunch or for dinner, thoughts about work, and other miscellaneous crap. I used to be better about writing about all these things online. So did everyone else. I’m the last blogger standing. At least maybe last personal blogger standing. There are people who seem to have transitioned blogging to newsletters, so I guess they count. I used to spend hours online reading other...