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I have a terrible cold and as usual I’ve lost my voice. My head’s all clogged up, my nose is all runny and head and throat hurt.

Today was spent on the sofa, watching cartoons or playing Mass Effect 1. I wish I was playing now, but hubs got home from a weekend of work things and wanted to watch football…
What can I say, I’m a nice person (though I do think he should let me play anyway, I’M SICK GORRAMIT!).

Anyhow, I won’t be dancing tomorrow which SUCKS. I’ll probably just lie on the sofa, blowing my nose and communicating by raspy sounds and (rude?) hand gestures. Fun times.


p.s. My weapon of choice is hub’s amplifier… don’t think he’ll like that. d.s.


sunshineI don’t have many things that need doing today.

In a few minutes I’ll be feeding the horde some fruit, then hubs and I will think of something for lunch and at 1.30 I’ll be at ballet.

If my schedule doesn’t change too much I might actually make it to most lessons this term (have to scrutinize my calendar though), which would be lovely since I missed most lessons during spring term. 


Thursday this week I was in Stockholm (work trip, 15 country bumpkins in our nation’s capital), but I did manage to get myself to the Science Fiction Bookstore and grab myself a couple of books:

  • “American Gods” by Neil Gaiman (one of my favourites)
  • “Count Zero” by William Gibson
  • “The Sandman Endless Nights” graphic novel, story by Neil Gaiman and illustrated by several artists

I read the graphic novel on the train home, it was awesome!

Initially I was looking for the 3rd Sandman album, but the didn’t have that in the store in Stockholm, so I might have to go to Gothenburg and check there. Oooh! Roadtrip! 

Tomorrow it all starts again, all the kids (and hopefully a few new ones) will return and suddenly it’s business as usual… 

Anyhow, time to peel and chop that fruit! 


IMG_20140201_194458…how much I love you. 

Or maybe not.

That could get awkward and it would most definitely expose my stalkerish nature. But then that’s sorta what the interwebz is all about, isn’t it? Finding people you luuurv and then go find them all over and just like, plus, love, retweet E.V.E.R.Y.T.H.I.N.G they say. I don’t know. 

I do have a few people that live otherwhere on the planet (and country) that I really want to meet and squeeze (a little and gently). Then we’d have coffee/tea/iced drinks and talk and laugh and talk some more. (I love yous!

In other news.
It’s been raining every day for two weeks and frankly, I’m getting tired of that water falling from the sky. Yes, yes! I get it! Summer is over. Autumn is here and all the light will soon be a memory to retrieve during those long winter nights.

Don’t get me wrong, I love Autumn. I really do. But I want days with sunshine and stolen warmth next to brick walls, a cool breeze stroking my cheek as I walk the path from Varnhem (if you go clickety there will be pictures) up towards the hills and over the creek. I want to follow the flying V of birds with the sun warming my back and tea steaming from my thermos. 
What I’m saying is that I miss the sun. A lot. 

Anyway, Pumpkin is going back to daycare tomorrow and the twins start school again on Wednesday. In one way it’s sad that summer is over, in another I’m glad they’re out of the house. They’ve been so fed up with each other these last two weeks and fought more than played.

They drive me insane, but I’d go mental without them.


I don’t know if I’m being over dramatic or if this is a normal level of freak out.
It’s two weeks until my appointment with the face doctor, two weeks until I know if they’ll cut my face or leave it as it is. There isn’t a day that goes by that I don’t think about this, cry about it and spend endless time in front of a mirror trying to make myself remember what I look(ed) like.

When I talk to (some) people all they go on about is that I’ll be as pretty, no one will see the scar, it’s better to remove it than get really sick later on etc.
They do not get me!
As I’ve said before: It’s not the (maybe) cancer, it’s not about the scar, it’s not about how I’ll look later on.
It’s ALL about me not wanting the bandage (and later on tape) on my face. People are going to notice, stare and ask questions. Or just stare and assume things.


I really wish I could stay at home until it’s just a faint scar, until I don’t need to use tape to treat it and until I can use makeup to cover it up…
With all this paranoia and drama going on inside me I wouldn’t be surprised if the doctor says: “Nah, we won’t do anything, it’s nothing.”
But I won’t be holding my breath for that eventuality.

Anyway, two new mates at work. They seem really awesome and I’m sure this year will be even better. Now I need to drink my tea and head off to bed.
I’ll just listen to Goo Goo Dolls’ song Name a thousand times first…



Towards Finland

Last weekend my family and I went over to the “old country” for my cousin’s wedding. The wedding was on Saturday, but we arrived on Friday because we had decided to make a mini vacation out of it.
We took the night ferry from Stockholm to Turku, first time across for the horde and they thought it was a blast!



One of my favourite places on earth is my uncle’s summer cottage (it lies in the woods between Turku and Pargas). The bushes were full of currants and gooseberries and in the forest we found the odd blueberry. I ate so many berries that I had slight stomach pains (totes worth it!).

The wedding was lovely and I wish my cousin and his wife All The Happiness!
It’s good to be home though, in my own bed surrounded by my own things.

Anyhow, time to read a chapter in Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets for the horde (and then stuff them into their beds).


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