Tagged: karinbean

01
Jan
2006

THIS DOES OR DOES NOT BODE WELL, DEPENDING ON YOUR PERSPECTIVE

You spend your year doing what you did on the first day of it, I’m told, therefore I’m up for: sleeping in, a couple of chores, writing thank you cards, rearranging furniture, reading a good book, arguing with Anders, playing with the kids, half an hour walk in the foggy greyness of the afternoon, finishing off the cookies, and having a headache. Waking up with a migraine when you weren’t even drinking the night before isn’t really fair, however I am obviously way too bloody old to be staying up partying until 4:30 in the morning. *looks for sympathy* Conversation...

24
Oct
2005

ROBBED OF INNOCENCE

I think I just shocked my daughter out of a year’s growth. We were getting them ready for bed, and she held her hands up in front of her with her fingers steepled in a praying position and bade me do the same. I dutifully held up my hands and copied her. “Has your mother ever stolen anything?” she asked. “No,” I answered. “Okay, now fold down your little fingers,” she commanded. I did. “Has your father ever stolen anything?” she asked next. “Um…not that I know of,” I answered. She squinched up her eyes and pursed her lips and...

13
Sep
2005

MY CHILDREN ARE FREAKS

You’d never guess it by the picture-perfect photos that I usually post (hahaha!) or the ones that Tracey has just posted, but my children are FREAKS OF NATURE. I could get them on Stupid Human Tricks! My sister can turn her arms all the way around and inside out with her palms flat on the table, and I used to be able to vibrate my eyes (now it gives me a monster headache), but I don’t know where my kids got their freaky freakishness. The apple may not fall very far from the tree in most cases, but this time...

22
Jul
2005

EXCUSES FOR PROCRASTINATION, PART THE FIRST

I had all the photos from Germany picked out and lined up in Paintshop to edit this afternoon and then we got a summer thunderstorm that raced in and blew up things, including our electricity, downpoured like a mother for 15 minutes, setting off our car alarm, and then disappeared as quickly as it had arrived. Later, we had rain WITH sunshine. Sweden. If you don’t like the weather, just wait 5 minutes. Upshot: reboot, all photos have to be opened and chosen again. Tomorrow, perhaps. Instead, I give you the following…

17
Jul
2005

PARTY TIME

Take the following and mix well: 14 Spiderman plates and cups 14 meatball-and-hotdog shishkebabs 1 giant bowl of buttered noodles 3.5 large pitchers of strawberry juice 1 giant container of vanilla ice cream mixed with whipped cream and meringues (add chocolate and sugar sprinkles and chocolate sauce as desired) 1 gigantic rented moonbounce! 14 children 13 non-girly presents with the wrapping paper frantically ripped off and tossed aside 1 superhero treasure hunt 14 bags of candy 2 parents trying to be everywhere at once What the heck is it?? (we kept it a surprise. Also, Mom! Look!! THE DRESS!!) *collective...

31
May
2005

IF YOU DON’T LIKE THE WEATHER IN SWEDEN, JUST WAIT FIVE MINUTES

You know that song I was singing a couple of posts ago? The one about summer? Yeah, well, we had it. It’s apparently over now. O Summer, you tease! It’s been pouring rain, grey, lowering cloud cover and FREEZING COLD for 2 days with no end in sight. We have transitioned from summer, summer, summer, summer to November in one fell swoop. Maybe not freezing, exactly, but DAMN, it’s cold. And you thought I was kidding when I put ‘sweden’ as one of the season choices on my last poll. Interesting* info from my poll: A WHOPPING 32 of you...

17
May
2005

WHEN EVERY LUSTY HEART BEGINNETH TO BLOSSOM

This actually happened a couple of weeks ago, but I keep forgetting to write about it. One weeknight at dinner, after work/school/daycare, when Anders and Martin and I were a bit flat from a busy day, Karin was completely full of beans. The jumping kind. She bounced around in her chair, interrupted repeatedly, broke into song, made wild grimaces and generally behaved as if she had ants in her pants. I kept threatening to throw her outside to burn off some energy. Finally, after a particularly prolonged oingy-boingy-fit, I pointed at the door and said in no uncertain terms, “OUT!...

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