Tagged: karinbean

I was maybe a little too hasty in my despairing busy-angst last week, because I just sat up and looked around me and realized I have ABSOLUTELY NOTHING BOOKED any evening this week and I don’t even have to drive Karin to or from any practices! (More on that in a minute) How did THAT happen? It’s like a shining oasis of empty calendar in the middle of a giant sea of crazy. The reason why Karin isn’t going to practice this week is because she fell and hurt herself in gym class on Friday and we ended up in...

Muahahahahaha! No more boring existential wah-wah poor-me mutterings from my mom. In with the new, out with the old! Consider this your wake-up call for AWESOME BLOGGING AT ITS BEST and bow before the beauty of Karinek!

When I came home, Karin climbed all over me and demanded to make muffins. “Muffins?” I said. “We don’t need no stinkin’ muffins.” “Yes, we do,” she insisted, OVER AND OVER AND OVER, like 12.5 year olds do, and god help me when she’s an actual teenager. She had SMS’d her father and asked if she could make muffins and of course he said yes because he is ON HIS WAY TO CHINA. I fobbed her off with the first we have to get the laundry in and then I have to get dinner ready and then you have to...

Karin is a monkey in disguise. Karin is a girl learning how to become a young woman. Karin has a top made out of rubber and a bottom made out of springs. She’s bouncy, trouncy, flouncy, pouncy, fun fun fun fun fun. And wonderful! Just like her brother, Karin’s favorite food is sushi. Her next favorite food is creamy crab nachos. Whenever Karin asks you what your favorite something is, be prepared, because as soon as you answer, she’ll say, “And after that?” Karin’s mobile phone is glued to her hand and she gets frantic if I try and take...

Martin and I think we shall try and spot some shooting stars tonight, if I can stay awake until it’s dark enough. It’s fairly clear and the sunset is a lovely glowing orange against the blue. It’s turned all the little clouds pink. Karin is spending the night with a teammate friend in Södra Sandby, the next village over. As glad as I am that she has made so many good friends on her soccer team and is finally reveling in girl friendships and everything that goes along with them, it makes me crazy when she calls me up at...