Tagged: sillybutt!

25
Jul
2009

EASILY AMUSED

I think I’ve been in Europe too long. Just now, I changed the default settings on my weather page to Celsius. Good lord! And it’s not like the numbers in Fahrenheit don’t mean anything anymore…it’s just I’m so used to shivering when it’s 10 degrees and boiling when it’s 30 that 50 and 86 just don’t compute quite as quickly as they used to. I still measure things in my head in inches and have no real mental spatial relationship to the metric system at all. I routinely ask people at work to show me with their fingers how much...

22
Jul
2009

RABBITS DO IT TO YOU EVERY TIME

Whilst (whilst!) out for our evening promenade, Martin and I met a large wood pigeon who sparked a discussion about the oversized birds one finds in Sweden, which led to a mention of a red-eyed rabbit (actually, a hare) which Martin had seen in our garden some time ago, and how big THEY are (even the ones without red eyes). I wondered why he had red eyes and Martin said he was moving very jerkily so I said maybe he was sick, and Martin said maybe he was a robot. Which led to the evolution of this tongue twister (say...

27
Apr
2009

SO HELP ME COD, IT’S THE TROUT!

At book group the other night, we got on the subject of jokes and how they spread. Some of the joke trends that I remember most fondly from my own childhood are not a part of the Swedish culture at all, and introducing them to my children, especially to Martin who has the same sense of humor as I do and loves puns, has been fun for me. Elephant jokes and Why did the chicken cross the road jokes and the cannibal jokes we made up a few weeks ago: all very entertaining to the both of us. I get...

11
Mar
2009

CALLING CINDERELLA

It’s a bit late for me to actually be starting to write something here…usually I try to start writing, if I’m going to write at all, by 10:30 at at the latest. I write most of my journal posts late at night, though, because I’m a die-hard night owl. Even though I try to be better about going to bed at a decent hour, at least on weeknights, I fail frequently to actually get into bed before 11:30 and I fail nearly every night at putting my book down and turning out the light before midnight has come, peered at...

08
Sep
2008

IT GETS SO LATE AROUND HERE

The days just whiz by. Sometimes at the ends of them, I suddenly stop what I’m doing, and give a little shake of my head, blinking a bit, wondering, “What just happened? What have I been doing all day?” when the truth is life keeps motoring along whether I’m consciously partaking or not. Living on autopilot is a bad habit. Some things I have listed quickly so I wouldn’t forget to talk about them: Dirty Jobs, election ballot, rotating CDs, spider season, weird mom. Then I look at the list, a list of things that I kind of mentally wrote...

25
Aug
2008

BOGGLING & GIGGLING

Anders left for Italy yesterday and while in transit on the Munich airport runway, one of the wheels of his plane starting SHOOTING FLAMES out that actually began LICKING UP THE SIDE OF THE AIRCRAFT. *commence minor it-was-over-before-i-heard-about-it freakout* Coming as this did so soon after the airline tragedy in Madrid, I was more than a little concerned when he called to tell me he wasn’t yet at his destination and was, in fact, waiting in Munich airport for more news on what to do next, considering he had left the plane without any of his possessions except his mobile...

17
Jul
2008

STUPID HUMAN TRICKS

I’ve talked about my freaky kids before. They’ve got quite a bag of stupid human tricks between them. Karin can splay her toes abnormally wide and pinch with them. They can both roll their tongues, and Karin can turn hers over to the left or right or from the front down under. Martin can vibrate his eyes (I used to be able to do that, too, but found it started hurting to do it as I got older). Karin recently discovered she can also do the tongue flower! I shudder to think what effect she’ll have on the boys when...

21
May
2008

BUSTED

Liz: Good night! Karin: Good night! Liz: Sleep tight! Karin: Sleep tight! Liz: See you in the morning! Karin: See you in the morning! Liz: Olive oil! Karin: I lo—*pause* Liz: No? Oil of Olay? Karin: *rolls eyes* Liz: Hmmm…what was it again? Eulalia! Karin: *patiently* No, mama Liz: Oilily? Karin: *suspiciously* Are you doing this just so you’ll have something to write about on your journal? Liz: *giggles madly*

10
Mar
2008

LIFE IS ALREADY TOO SHORT TO WASTE ON SPEED*

There’s no real coherency here, just observations and dribs and drabs of thought, as if my brain were a giant mixer and someone’s set it on permanent pulse. It’s like the damn dishwasher. Something is wrong with it and it stops in the cycle every 2 minutes and one has to come and restart it each time. After half an hour of this, it will run for awhile and then start the whole stop-and-start cycle again until the bitter end. What does it want from me? Just SOME ATTENTION?? Anders is in Italy again this week. He was there 2...

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