Sunday, June 30, 2002

Things to do when there is hale, thunder, torrential rains and storm gusts outside.

a) Make a brilliant sunday dinner with roast pork and roasted vegetables and potatoes
b) Hide unde the covers when the lightning and bangs are not seperate
c) Figure out where we are going to get married
d) Get your toenails painted icy green by nice boyfriend
e) Paint said boyfriends toenails bright pink!
f) Finaly go out just to turn at the door because bf complains he cant go out with pink toenails if he gets hit by a car. (but going to work with them is apparently alright, well maybe because i hid the polishremover just because... ;o) )

Im not kidding when i tell you it was like standing in a shower full blast outside this afternoon. And chuck in some hale corns the size of bigger peas you'll get the picture. Oh and the thunder wasnt nice either. The road outside turned into a flowing stream for gods sake! And it kept that up for the better part of an hour!

Doing the toenails were funny though.... *snicker*
Did i mention that James keeps kronas in his underwear? It was a surprise to me when he got up this morning and he went chi-ching and spat out a krona! But he denies it, it wasnt him. But since he usually collects kronas in the most peculiar places im not surprised at him denying it! But please, in your underwear? Can i call him a tight git? Yes i can!... :o))))))
I think i know why im so tired, it was my sister who put me on the lead. It must be my grassallergy. Im taking some pills for it so i dont feel any of the effects like sneezing or runny eyes or whatnots. But it makes me tired as well, my sister is too and she has it worse since the pollen season is longer in the south of Sweden.

Yesterday we went to a big shopping mall in the next town. There is the summer sales on right now so i wanted to have a look. I found some clothes but only one on sale, but what a bargain more then 50% off. Made my day, but not my mums who has to shorten the trousers for me... ;o)
We also bought a fish... a carpet one for our bathroom. But we got in to a little argument if it was too expensive and James didnt like it that much but I won so to speak and it is now nicely laid out on the bathroom floor and he admitted that it does look nice!

We did also go fishing, but gave up on the casting bit and just went for a quiet bit of angling. And there were lots more interest in our baits this time! We got one fish each! But James didnt want to unhook his so i had to. He got a small perch but i got something else. I have to look it up in a natureguide i have. As usuall the sunset was magnificent with multi colored clouds in golds, pinks, darkblues, greys and a bit of lilac. I think that many like fishing just because of the nature aspect of it. As we headed back home we saw yet another deer on the grassfields by the road. It is still very light during the nights but you can notice a slight difference since midsummer. How depressing, not that i hate winter or anything but its just the feeling you get when you know it will be getting much darker soon i dont like.

Also i will be having my birthday this autumn, one of the 'biggies'. Well not really but i still get a bit jumpy about turning 30. Im usually very laidback about age, but lately im getting the jitters ?? Well, we'll see if i will stop having birthdays after this one and go a year younger from now on... ;o)

Friday, June 28, 2002

ehm.. does this mean i've been living too long with an englishman???

As dictators go, you're kind of pathetic! Instead of military coup or systematic persecution to get power, you just happen to be the head of the only party in the UK that isn't totally worthless! While not very impressive it is none the less effective! You can do whatever the hell you like without any chance of getting voted out of office! People know that the only alternative would have them eating their children if they ever got back into power! However, you still think that you are as loved as you were when you were first elected into power… News flash for you: You're not!

What tin-pot dictator are you? Take the "What Dictator am I?" test at

This morning when my alarmclock went off, i didnt know why it had for a moment. I looked at the time and wondered why i had to get up at six. It took me quite a while to realise that i had to go to work. Is that worrying?

At work it was as usuall. Sometimes i wonder if i should try out not doing anything one friday and see if Mr T gets the hint.... Somehow i doubt it though.

Marie came by the store because me and Lotta and her were going out for some coffe, spending our meager little winnings from the Lotto we play each friday. We got some coffe and a nice pastry each for the money and theres some left still. Hopefully we will win a bit more the next time so we can do something fun for them. Or we could win really REALLY big so me and Lotta can march into Big Bosses office and give him our notice and our piece of mind! Oh what joy that would be ....!
We sat there gossiping about everything for about 2 hours. Its a very nice oldfashioned cafe with small and big rooms. We sat all alone in one of the small rooms and strangly enough everyone that came looking for somewhere to sit left us alone. Maybe it was the fact that we sat in the middle of the room, talking quite animatedly, loud and laughing a lot that scared them away. It was nice though to have it all to ourselves. Swedes are so consideret.... :o)

Thursday, June 27, 2002

Its been the usuall thursday for me, late sleep, bit of shopping (crap sales tho) and then working afternoon. Nothing really interesting happend at all, besides that i phoned Jess down in Spain for 2!! hours. Oooppsss!

Never mind the phonebill next month eyh..? Well it shouldnt be too bad and i only do this once in a while and she phones me up more then i phone her so... Got to talk about the wedding plans with Jess, what wedding plans??? There is no plan! Because everytime i try to talk to James about it he hmmms a bit and says it will be fine whatever we do...! MEN! Jess wanted to know where we are going to have it, me too, and what we are going to wear, me too, and WHEN we are getting hitched, me too! Any suggestions to what to do to get a straight answer??? Im getting wee bit stressed here by all questions from friends and from my mum as well about the how-when-where and i dont have any answers more then that yes we are getting married, next year, some time.. soonish...?

Wednesday, June 26, 2002

Why do i end up cleaning on my day off?!
Today it was my fridge and freezer getting done, well..just the fridge. It had an iceblock the size that sank Titanic stuck to the element. And it took forever to melt and come away. I really should have taken a picture of it. It was HUGE! And still i defrosted both the freezer and fridge only a month ago. I have been complaining about the fridge unit for a while to the people i rent at. Last time they sent a grudgy little repair man that removed my fridge from the wall and had a flick of the on and off switch ( !! ) for a while before he stuck his head in and changed some sort of meltinglead? Anyway, it worked alright-ish for a while after that. But now it seems to have stopped defrosting itself completly and everything just builds up untill there is this big block of solid ice. I went after it with both an icepick and my hairdryer but still it wouldnt budge only untill i used brute force to crack it away bit by bit it started to fall off.

I didnt do anything else interesting today, yet i might add.....
Going to get me some take away kebab now, am hungry! Blog later

Tuesday, June 25, 2002

I have a passion..... Frankie, yes ol' blue eyes himself.
I didnt even know it before i bought a cd with his songs. But now im stuck. Theres always a mood that suits a Frankie song. Or you create the mood when listening to him. I dont CARE about what other people think. There is something special with his voice. Its weird really, because i listen to a lot of completly different types of music. There could be Frankie, La Boheme, Sade, Bruce, Barry White(yeees i know...)Staind, old Metallica, Cornelius Wreesvijk, Frankie, Garbage, Brian Eno you name it i listen to it. Well not name it, im lousy with names and titles so dont ask me what this or that records name was or what the song is called. I couldnt tell you even if i had a week to find out. My music collection spans quite a lot and is a bit... schizofrenic at times. But it is all music i enjoy to listen to at some time or another.

I dont understand people who say they hate a certain type of music. Just as i dont understand people who say the hate some type of color. There is an endless amount of music to listen to so how can you say you hate a specific type? You grow up, you change your taste, and i think its such a shame if you dont let yourself have a little change from now and then and listen to something else. Tease your brain and train it in being openminded about something different. I had a friend when i went to school that only listend to mainstream pop. No never would she even contemplate to listen to any of my records. and she often wondered how i could listen to such "garbage". I feel sorry for her that she doesnt want to try something new, because she still doesnt know how it feels like to listen to that perfectly sung opera libretto or that quiet shy folksinger from Outer Mongolia. And she still hasnt discovered Frankie Boy.... ;o)
Oh the unknown joys of working in a supermarket. I really could use my whole workplace as a research bank for a standup comedy act. After 7 years working there you dont flinch or even raise an eyebrow at ANYTHING the customers comes up with or say to you. And sometimes you really wonder if you are a bit crazy as you put up with so much (excuse the french) BULLSHIT from people. I often wonder if people go shopping just to let out some of that repressed anger and frustration they have to deal with somewhere else. I mean, in a supermarket, you can be just as rude as you like and say and do almost anything, as long as it isnt shoplifting, and get away with it. Becasue you can always say in the end that you have had poor service and complain about some poor little girl in the checkout being nasty to you and almost get her fired or whatever just so you can justify yourself being a total bastard. And we, the poor staff, have to smile and say yes we are so sorry we will make it up to you or else WE will get a good telling off from the boss for not being serviceminded and bla bla bla!
To get through those sort of days i think about the day i will finaly quit this job and what i will say to all those who have pesterd me or insulted me or whatever for all those years. It is NOT alright to be a total git only because you are a customer. Get it through your thick skull!

Aaaaaaaah... feels so much better now, would feel a lot better if i actually would be able to quit tomorrow and do all that.. But some day, some day..... ;o)
I have started another blog. In swedish... Even though my english is fairly good there is some times im lost for words and it is so frustrating not to be able to convey what you are thinking. So as an extra outlet for more complicated thoughts (yes i know...) im trying this out. Feel free to read or just have a peak

Sunday, June 23, 2002

Im so tired now i could sleep all the rest of the day away. I went to bed at nine yesterday, ME that usually stays up untill 12 or later because im not tired. And this morning i could just get my eyes open enough to see that i had to get up or i would be late for work. Something is wrong, or maybe im just catching up on the sleep i couldnt seem to get last week....

So Midsummer has been(friday) and gone again this year. As usuall it was crappy weather and it all seemed to rain away. But after we had our picnic inside at our place it seemed to clear off so we took a gamble and went to Torsĺng on the other side of the lake for the festivities. We had miscalculated the amount of people that also went there though and spent at least 30 minutes in a slow crawl amongst lots of people trying to get a glimpse of the steamboat parade that was going on as we arrived. Finaly we got through the little village and found us a parking spot. We managed to get there in time to see the traditional lifting, hoisting (whatever you call it) of the midsummerpole and also the dancing around it. James got to see one of his favorites, Smĺ grodorna (ickle froggies) being sung and danced to with all the actions included. But i couldnt persuade him to go and join in the ring with me. Maybe next year.....

Yesterday the store was closed so i got a bonus of a free day! YaY to that but since everything was closed, well more or less everything, only a couple of supermarkets were open, there wasnt much to do. We went to my mums for dinner though and had plans to go fishing afterwards but the weather turned nasty again so all we could do was go home before it started to pour down again. And besides i was so tired i slept most of the rest of the evening.

And today i have worked and am going to do something, anything when i have rested my poor bones... Blog later. Gotta go dance to Frankie... ;o)

Friday, June 21, 2002

Ehm.. i just registered online so i could play a game where you shoot a chicken... ! I must be bored or maybe just amused by the fact that the chicken is very cute and looks funny when trying to escape.

James is already fast at sleep even though he makes this humming sound sometimes just to check if im here, it is quite cute... :)
He was tricked at thinking he had to work today! So off he went early this morning(5.30) in the POURING rain but came back again and woke me up when he made some breakfast in the kitchen. I asked quite silly and half asleep what he was doing home again when he sort of mouped that it was all closed and no one was there. Sorry to say i was too tired to think a second thought about the cruelty of it all untill now. And now im furious! How DARE they make fun of him like this saying they are going to work and they dont, making him get up at the unearthly hour that it really was (4.45) on Midsummers Eve!!! If this is a joke it is a very VERY poor one. I feel so sorry for him now when i think about how much it actually rained, and still was when i had to bike to work this morning. My poor ickle jeppy.... got to go. Feel a need to hug him to bits, night folks

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What is it that makes people insomniacs at times? Im tired, but cant sleep! I was just tossing and turning in bed so decided to come online and do some silly tests to try to lull my brain to sleep..
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Thursday, June 20, 2002

Today was mayhem at work. There were lots of people queueing to get in this morning and the trolleys had run out after 15 minutes! And ever since 9.15 today the queues just seemed to stretch from one end of the store to the other. I was very glad to work the morning shift so i could go home when the REAL rush started, after people finished work. I can imagine the scene of two desperate mums fighting over the only trolley left outside both arguing they need it NOW. ;o)

Part from work its been a very slow day, i was so tired i actually took a nap, which i usually dont do but today it was beddie byes for me for an hour in the afternoon. Must be getting old! Wheres me teeth dear...?
Do not try to walk on water, it has only worked for one person so far recorded. But still James tried it today.
We went fishing today again since James had bought me a very nice and lightweight new fishing rod as a surprise. I phoned Lotta and asked if she was interested in coming with us, which she was, she also brought her husband with her. Anyway, I dont know if it was nerves or what that made James try his Jesus inpersonating trick or what. But apparently he got his bait stuck a bit out and was trying to pull it free when his line got caught in a tree (cough) and to rescue it all he rolled his trousers up but forgot he was wearing shoes and just tried to walk on mentioned water.....Poor thing had to stand in one of the bags we brought some sandwiches in for the rest of the evening keeping his toes warm. And i didnt know what had happend since he kept it very quiet over where he was. I think he did better this time though in using the fishing rod and im sure he will think both once or twice before stepping off into water again... ;o)
I didnt get any fish this time but Roland managed to get a tiny little one. It was a nice evening out but a bit windy so fish werent biting as good as they did the other night.

Anyway, i must be trying out to be a saint because i borrowed him my shoes for when we were cycling back. Im more used to biking barefoot then he is so I thought it was the safest bet to get us home in one piece if he borrowed my shoes. And here i am, wide awake because i slept so much this morning. But i will try to go to bed soon since its an early morning for me tomorrow. And busy busy it will be since its the last day before the swedish holiday Midsummer. So night all, and please use the comment box AND the guestmap! Thats what their there for ;o)

Wednesday, June 19, 2002

I feel like i've slept half the day away! My alarmclock went off at 9 as usuall but i turned it off by accident instead of putting it on snooze so didnt wake up untill 11.30...! But maybe i needed the sleep since i didnt wake up by myself earlier.

I will wait untill James gets back home before deciding what to do with the rest of the day. But im going to spring into action soon and bake a bit. And i have some home made lemonade that i have to see to. I got this bunch of rubarb from my mum that i had to do something with. I didnt want pie so thought i make some lemonade and see if James will drink it... ;o)
It actually turned out very nice so might be doing that again.

Yesterday we had some serious thunder in the late evening. We were watching the South Korea - Italy game on telly when it all of a sudden went blank and we heard the loudest bang ever! Luckily the tv made it, it was just the transmission that got a hiccup in the powersurge i suppose. But James jumped up and started pulling every electrical cord he could find out of their sockets. Then i sat watching the lightshow while James huddled up behind me on the sofa. He dont like thunderstorms but i think their quite alright as long as they dont come very quickly and are very fierce. It rained a lot as well which will save us a trip to the cemetary to water the flowers there today. Its been really hot and everything was drying up so it was nice with a change of weather and a real downpour yesterday did some good.

Its now only four weeks untill i get some vacation, YaY. Sadly James will be working two out of my three weeks off. But we will try and do something togheter on that only week. Part from a music consert we dont have anything planned and that is really good. Can do stuff on the spur of the moment then and not feel all tied up in plans. Any suggestions?

Monday, June 17, 2002

Oh im a sucker for tests some days. But this one caught my eye when i was surfing a bit in various blogs.
Im this type and really, how weird it might be, it is really me :o)

INFJs are distinguished by both their complexity of character and the unusual range and depth of their talents. Strongly humanitarian in outlook, INFJs tend to be idealists, and because of their J preference for closure and completion, they are generally "doers" as well as dreamers. This rare combination of vision and practicality often results in INFJs taking a disproportionate amount of responsibility in the various causes to which so many of them seem to be drawn.

INFJs are deeply concerned about their relations with individuals as well as the state of humanity at large. They are, in fact, sometimes mistaken for extroverts because they appear so outgoing and are so genuinely interested in people -- a product of the Feeling function they most readily show to the world. On the contrary, INFJs are true introverts, who can only be emotionally intimate and fulfilled with a chosen few from among their long-term friends, family, or obvious "soul mates." While instinctively courting the personal and organizational demands continually made upon them by others, at intervals INFJs will suddenly withdraw into themselves, sometimes shutting out even their intimates. This apparent paradox is a necessary escape valve for them, providing both time to rebuild their depleted resources and a filter to prevent the emotional overload to which they are so susceptible as inherent "givers." As a pattern of behavior, it is perhaps the most confusing aspect of the enigmatic INFJ character to outsiders, and hence the most often misunderstood -- particularly by those who have little experience with this rare type.

Due in part to the unique perspective produced by this alternation between detachment and involvement in the lives of the people around them, INFJs may well have the clearest insights of all the types into the motivations of others, for good and for evil. The most important contributing factor to this uncanny gift, however, are the empathic abilities often found in Fs, which seem to be especially heightened in the INFJ type (possibly by the dominance of the introverted N function).

This empathy can serve as a classic example of the two-edged nature of certain INFJ talents, as it can be strong enough to cause discomfort or pain in negative or stressful situations. More explicit inner conflicts are also not uncommon in INFJs; it is possible to speculate that the causes for some of these may lie in the specific combinations of preferences which define this complex type. For instance, there can sometimes be a "tug-of-war" between NF vision and idealism and the J practicality that urges compromise for the sake of achieving the highest priority goals. And the I and J combination, while perhaps enhancing self-awareness, may make it difficult for INFJs to articulate their deepest and most convoluted feelings.

Usually self-expression comes more easily to INFJs on paper, as they tend to have strong writing skills. Since in addition they often possess a strong personal charisma, INFJs are generally well-suited to the "inspirational" professions such as teaching (especially in higher education) and religious leadership. Psychology and counseling are other obvious choices, but overall, INFJs can be exceptionally difficult to pigeonhole by their career paths. Perhaps the best example of this occurs in the technical fields. Many INFJs perceive themselves at a disadvantage when dealing with the mystique and formality of "hard logic", and in academic terms this may cause a tendency to gravitate towards the liberal arts rather than the sciences. However, the significant minority of INFJs who do pursue studies and careers in the latter areas tend to be as successful as their T counterparts, as it is *iNtuition* -- the dominant function for the INFJ type -- which governs the ability to understand abstract theory and implement it creatively.

In their own way, INFJs are just as much "systems builders" as are INTJs; the difference lies in that most INFJ "systems" are founded on human beings and human values, rather than information and technology. Their systems may for these reasons be conceptually "blurrier" than analogous NT ones, harder to measure in strict numerical terms, and easier to take for granted -- yet it is these same underlying reasons which make the resulting contributions to society so vital and profound.

Copyright © 1996-1999 by Marina Margaret Heiss and Joe Butt

Here's more waffle by another prof. so you who dont want to read more phycologhy please scroll down, quick! :o)

The Counselor Idealists are abstract thought and speech, cooperative in reaching their goals, and directive and introverted in their interpersonal roles. Counselors focus on human potentials, think in terms of ethical values, and come easily to decisions. The small number of this type (little more than 2 percent) is regrettable, since Counselors have an unusually strong desire to contribute to the welfare of others and genuinely enjoy helping their companions. Although Counsleors tend to be private, sensitive people, and are not generally visible leaders, they nevertheless work quite intensely with those close to them, quietly exerting their influence behind the scenes with their families, friends, and colleagues. This type has great depth of personality; they are themselves complicated, and can understand and deal with complex issues and people.

Counselors can be hard to get to know. They have an unusually rich inner life, but they are reserved and tend not to share their reactions except with those they trust. With their loved ones, certainly, Counselors are not reluctant to express their feelings, their face lighting up with the positive emotions, but darkening like a thunderhead with the negative. Indeed, because of their strong ability to take into themselves the feelings of others, Counselors can be hurt rather easily by those around them, which, perhaps, is one reason why they tend to be private people, mutely withdrawing from human contact. At the same time, friends who have known an Counselor for years may find sides emerging which come as a surprise. Not that they are inconsistent; Counselors value their integrity a great deal, but they have intricately woven, mysterious personalities which sometimes puzzle even them.

Counselors have strong empathic abilities and can become aware of another's emotions or intentions -- good or evil -- even before that person is conscious of them. This "mind-reading" can take the form of feeling the hidden distress or illnesses of others to an extent which is difficult for other types to comprehend. Even Counselors can seldom tell how they came to penetrate others' feelings so keenly. Furthermore, the Counselor is most likely of all the types to demonstrate an ability to understand psychic phenomena and to have visions of human events, past, present, or future. What is known as ESP may well be exceptional intuitive ability-in both its forms, projection and introjection. Such supernormal intuition is found frequently in the Counselor, and can extend to people, things, and often events, taking the form of visions, episodes of foreknowledge, premonitions, auditory and visual images of things to come, as well as uncanny communications with certain individuals at a distance.

Sunday, June 16, 2002

I caught a fishy!!
Only a small one and it got away but still, i caught a fishy!!!

We did buy a fishing rod on friday at this lowprice barn because i thought it might be fun doing that sometime. James has never fished before so it was a first for him to get to grips about how to use a ....kastspö - casting rod?? and it took me a while as well to remember how to use it. Last time i did some fishing was with my brother and then i was only 10 - 11 years old. So quite a while ago.

We went around the lake a bit to see if there were any good spots whit no trees too close by... We did cycle past a very good spot but didnt realise it before we headed back, disappointed that we had not found any further up the lake. This place was a little swimmingplace just around the corner from where we went for our picnic the other day. No one there and a spectaculare view over the lake as the sun set. And not a sound, well part from the odd train thundering past once every hour. But that stopped as well as the evening went into night. We heard a deer buck bark from the woods and some running around, dont know what was happening becasue there were shrubs in the way so we couldnt see. Its an earie sound if you dont know what it is. It scared me once when i was younger and was walking in the woods alone.
After quite a few miserable attempts of casting i finaly remembered how you do it. Before that point James had tried but it didnt go that well, but he almost caught himself since he managed to spinn it off way over his head and then the bait landed on his head coming down. Quite the achievement i thought once i had recoverd from laughter. He had this stunned look on his face that was priceless!
At the end i did catch a little abborre (perch according to the dictionary) but it got away just as we were trying to get it out of the water. We were going to set it free but it would have been nice to be able to have taken a picture of it at least to say that yes i did catch the fish! Oh well better luck next time.

Saturday, June 15, 2002

Yesterday when we were biking along Runn (lake) we saw a man standing butt naked at the shore staring out at the lake. We wizzed by very quickly going downhill but i could swear he was holding something in his hand.. LOL! Would that constitue indecent exposure to the ducks on the lake? ;o)

It was a weird day yesterday, James got home earlier then he was supposed to due to that it gone very well printing during the night so they had filled their quota before the shift change. Then it went very well at work for me even though i felt like i was over Mr T like a hawk about getting things done and not dillydallying doing nothing in the veggies. So felt very pleased with myself yesterday.

And when we were biking yesterday i managed to fool James in where i was going so he lost me and i managed to bike home first without him knowing which way i took. Its something i indulge in at times. Playing him around... :o)

Today i suspect we will be stuck in front of the tv, well not me but James will be since England is playing Denmark in the World Cup. I might be on here messing with his new template or i might potter around doing something else. OR i might even watch the game with him! How shocking!

Friday, June 14, 2002

Please try out this new nifty little thing, the guestmap under my email ;o)
I want to know where you all come from!

Thursday, June 13, 2002

It is late and i have to go to bed, really i do.. But im not sleepy.

I watched a documentary on swedish tv tonight about the french politician Jean-Marie Le Pen. I just shake my head, cant really comment good in english, but this i can say, what a dickhead. Me and politics dont really mix. Theres and election in Sweden this year and im not sure i will go and vote. I didnt do it last time and im sure it hasnt changed that much from then. There are bits and pieces of both sides that are good. But generally i can say that no political partie has me hooked. It all seems to be green grass and fancy promises to me and thats not what i would vote for.

Today was exhausting at work. Lots of people and stressful or is it me making it more stressful then it needs to be? Perhaps, but i like it when its buzzing wiht people and you got things to do, customers to help and so on. But maybe not today...

I think it is time for bed, generally just feeling weary and tired... night
Yikes i slept long this morning, thats not something i usually do. Maybe yesterday was more tiring then i thought. Or maybe i just sleep better when the apartment isnt like a sauna!

I've been playing around creating my own stor trooper. It is a bit like me but oh what choices they had, but couldnt really see myself as a japanese geisha or a leatherfreak.... ;o)
Trooper will be up once i can get James to show me how to use the ftp program that goes PING when it uploads....

Wednesday, June 12, 2002

I has been a busy day today. And i think my little wail yesterday helped to keep the rain at bay, anyway untill now.
We went for a picnic today, couldnt think of anything else to do so i made pastasallad and off we went with a blanket and some drink as well. We biked out to the lake and sat there enjoying the cool breeze and the warm sun just really doing nothing. Besides it was fun watching the kiddies playing in the water, or shall i say pushing each other into the water. Must have been cold because i dipped my foot in the shallow water and that was cold so imagine it a bit out. James took some nice pictures from there that im sure will appear at his blog at some time.

When we got home it was turning a bit murky outside so we never went for another bikeride but instead had a rest before i spotted a nice offer on a mobilephone at the local supermarket. So a quick decision later we hopped over to the supermarket feeling lucky they would have some left. Apparently we got the only one they had since you would have to sign up and they order one for you (silly i know but its not common that foodstores sell those in Sweden). But the man was nice and wondered if we would like to take it straight away, and yes of course we did! So, now i (we) have a mobile..... Me who swore that i was never going to get hooked into that not being able to live without one. Some people cant you see... But me, oh no i wont fall into that trap. Maybe just the sms trap then.... ;o)
I found this here and tried it out.

Which era in time are you?

Tuesday, June 11, 2002

I just noticed, France has to go home from the world cup in football! Snooty ickle frenchies wasnt good enough.... HA!

Sweden is still hanging in there, YaY Swedes! *waves little flag*
It is raining!
Well why shouldnt it be you ask, but but but, its my day of tomorrow and i dont want rain then! Any other day, fine, but not tomorroooooow...*wail*

And if anyone thinks it is nice and relaxing with raindrops falling and whatever, it might be, but not tomorrow! I am deeeply offended that the weather has turned against me, im one of its most loyal followers! So there!

Anyhow, todays moan about work.
It was shitty gritty cleaning up after other people type of work. And i hate it! I even got the attention of big Bosses brother today when he came round all smily asking how things were going. I just gave him a glance and showed him the boxes full of discarded fruit and veggies, most of them soft and rotten. Thats not how it should look like! They should have been sorted out YESTERDAY since YESTERDAY was cleaning day in the fruit and veggies. Well after a very stressful morning it all sorted itself out just in time for when it was time for me to go home. Big Boss had already left the building (yay Elvis) so he couldnt see the results of my hard work. Maybe some other day.

About work... there had been this staff party (yes again) on M/S Slussbruden (boat) last saturday. Well informed participants tell me that they all got really REALLY pissed. Free bar will do that to wannabe alcoholists. As usuall Mr T drunk himself under the table twice and picked a fight with someone else since he was so drunk he could hardly walk. And Big Brother made passes at everyone wearing a skirt and really glued himself onto a poor little girl from our place. She had to be rescued by the galant knight Jurgen who works at the store as well. What is it with men who are supposedly sooo Mucho Macho (but when the ickle missus snapps her fingers comes crawling to please) and young girls? I would like to snipp something off him but thats just me getting tired of the charade of him being Mr Nice guy and then pressing the girls when getting drunk.

Can you tell i like gossip? ;o)

Monday, June 10, 2002

I got this little story sent to me from a friend in Ireland and i thought it to be very good, makes you stop and think ...

On a British Airways flight from Johannesburg, a middle-aged, well-off white South African lady has found herself sitting next to a black man. She called the cabin crew attendant over to complain about her seating.

"What seems to be the problem Madam?" asked the attendant.
"Can't you see?" she said. "You've sat me next to a kaffir. I can't possibly sit next to this disgusting human. Find me another seat!"
"Please calm down Madam." the stewardess replied. "The flight is very full today, but I'll tell you what I'll do. I'll go and check to see if
we have any seats available in club or first class."

The woman cocks a snooty look at the outraged black man beside her (not to mention many of the surrounding passengers). A few minutes later the stewardess returns with the good news, which she delivers to the lady, who cannot help but look at the people around her with a smug and self-satisfied grin.

"Madam, unfortunately, as I suspected, economy is full. I've spoken to the cabin services director, and club is also full. However, we do have one seat in first class."
Before the lady has a chance to answer, the stewardess continues...
"It is most extraordinary to make this kind of upgrade, however, I have had to get special permission from the captain. But, given the circumstances, the captain felt that it was outrageous that someone be forced to sit next to such an obnoxious person."
With which, she turned to the black man sitting next to the woman, and said:
"So if you'd like to get your things, sir, I have your seat ready for you..."
At which point, apparently the surrounding passengers stood and gave a standing ovation while the black man walks up to the front of the plane.

People will forget what you said...
People will forget what you did...
But people will never forget how you made them feel.

Sunday, June 09, 2002

The end of another week. Its been HOT weather so am feeling all drained and tired from it. This week was not one of my best ones, in the mix about me complaining about work and myself living a boring life my gran managed to have her birthday! We went there on thursday for coffee and cakes and to congratulate her. Me and James had bought her a nice coffee cup since she dropped her old one a few weeks back. I think she liked it, but will have to see if she uses it.
Also this week i think i must have sweated floods at work since there isnt any airconditioning and the store is just like a steel barn house anyway. So when the sun shines on the roof it gets warm and heats everything up. We had it warmer indoors then it was outside! This is about the time of year when i wish it was winter again....

My friend Rosie has gone missing. I suspect the kidnapper is called Per, her bf. They are togheter again after a serious row a month ago. And since both of them has been made redundant at their seperate work i suppose they are having a little vacation togheter before getting back to the serious matter of looking for work. And i cant blame them, if there is a time to take vacation in Sweden it is now. You know, sun, sun, more sun?

Jess down in Spain is busy busy with their boat engine company so dont hear much from her either. Btw it is my time to phone so cant really blame her for not getting in touch now can i... :o)

James is off working nightshifts again. So its not my most favorite week i got ahead of me. I really shouldnt grumble about it, it pays well and i see him a lot more then when he works any other shift. But he gets too tired after a few nights and then its no fun anyway. He asked me if i could make him a sleepingmask to help block out the daylight. So thats my next project, mind you i havent still completed the patchwork im doing for our bed or my mums canape pillow..... Well, i hope i get some time and can find the inspiration to do them soon, am feeling guilty about them laying around unfinished....

Friday, June 07, 2002

I usually dont do this, but it was so weird i had to try it. I dont know if it is me but never mind.... :o)

You are the ravest of dance parties, a must for the all night rave! Exciting company you make people feel sexy, sensuality and generally ecstatic. You make people feel close, at one with each other but can also make people feel nauseaous and anxious.If you spend alot of time with someone they tend to be hallucinating, they cant see clearly and feel like they are getting carried away with you. When you spend way too much time with people you fuck up their brain, heart and liver. However, after spending a wopping wonderful night with you, the next day people get deppressed thinking of you and how much they miss you. They get love sick and dont want to eat, they cant sleep, they feel sore in their muscels and cant concentrate for very long as they dream of when they will spend an exhilarating time with you again on the dance floor at the very next rave party. Fortunately for people, the more they see of you the more they realise how bad you are and eventually they dont see much of you anymore.

Find Out If You Were A Drug, What You Would Be!

quiz by ravenritings

I do wonder how many of those weird quiz's there is out there... Anyway, it doesnt really say anything about me being ME. Its like the horoscopes you can get done for you online if you type in your time of birth and place and all that and voila you ge a whole chart of general waffle. I had my stars and planets done for me once. Now when i read it i can see how much she angled it to suit me since she knew me a bit. I have some sort of beliefe in that there is a purpose for us to be here in life. Im not a christian but i do believe in a life after this. But maybe not so much of a life in heaven with angels and all that, but more that you get yet another life to live. Is that reincarnation? I supppose it is then... :o)

Wednesday, June 05, 2002

Im melting!!!
It is now 15 outside and it is STILL 26 degrees in my apartment!!!!! Go figure how warm it will be later on this summer..!
I want to move to a nice house by the lake so i can go swiming, naked, right now....!

peeeew.... big window open now, bit cooler. I hate swedish houses sometimes, to well insulated to be any nice in summertime.

I want some rain, some thunder and lightning and cooler weather. Just for a while.

There we go again with the weather report! I cant believe this...
Am i really this boring?

Monday, June 03, 2002

But still it can be quite funny and hilarious as well... but lately it hasnt been.................!
I wish I could learn languages more quickly. I have a friend in Spain that sent me a translation she wanted help with. She had done it from spanish to english and she wanted me to have a read and see if her english was alright. But it was very hard since I didnt have a clue what is was she had translated. Some of the english i could help and change around, but not knowing what is intended makes it very hard to do it right.

Pew it is warm tonight, its been another lovely day and they have promised even more to come this week. Really, my life is sooo boring if I dont have anything better to blog about then the weather!

Sunday, June 02, 2002

So another weekend finished all to quickly. In the end i did watch some of the football since it turned out to be a more intense game then i had thought (pushover win for England i thought) And James got a bargain, i cooked dinner and went for a bikeride with him and he did the washing for me. I still think i got the better half of the bargain.. You might think that i hate household shores when i tell you about James doing the washing up, breakfast and cleaning and what nots, but i dont mind doing it. Im just lazy and really glad if i can wriggle out of it from time to time because i suspect there will be a time when i will have to do ALL of this by myself.

We went up to the mine on our bikes and sat there in the lovely evening looking out over the mine. I do say sarcy stuff about the Big Hole but really it is a historic monument and should be rememered as such. It was at one point a very vital part of swedish economy and the fact that just one man died when it all collapsed on midsummers day in 1687 is a miracle in itself.
I like getting emails, so why is my inbox so empty it is pathetic? I do write emails to others, its not like i just sit there waiting for them to drop in...

James is out doing his leaflets for the very last time. It is a lovely day here, sun, not a cloud in sight so far and a gentle breeze from the lake. If it wasnt for the fact that there are loads to do at home i would just skip everything and go out somewhere with a blanket and a good book and not care about anything, especially football. But since the dust is thickening on my desk (i just noticed i could write in it) i need to do some cleaning, and washing as well, if i cant persuade James that he does it so much better then me... But i dont think i stand a chance today because of previously mentioned football. Very importent game today so what can i do but roll my eyes and do it all by myself. I could fake that the tellys broken down i suppose, but that would be cruel to do to a man that likes football that much that he used to have a season ticket to his favorite team and still jumps all over the place when he follows a web based update on the games. I mean, a commentary update every 2 minutes is not worth bouncing all over the place for, but he does when they score. I usually go Yay other team whenever i can just to tease him, but i dont think he approves of my choices sometimes! ;o)

Saturday, June 01, 2002

The fair was a disappointment today as well. I really thought there would be more stalls then yesterday. Well at least the august market is bigger. I will have to find out if there will be the usuall market race, if there is i will enter James in it so he can run it. That is one of the things he said he wanted to do when seeing it on one of his previous visits before he moved over.
We went to grans for coffee today and then me and mum went shopping at the local superstore. In the mean time James went home and had a nap. Working nightshifts really messes him up for a couple of days after it. And having a cold doesnt help it at all. Hopefully he will have recovered untill tomorrow. He mustn miss the important football game, its Sweden versus England tomorrow!
Yay footie.....

How will i survive for 4 weeks!
How to wrestle the remote controll out of James' hands for the next 4 weeks. Simply tickle him into submission so you can watch what you like again! Maybe it will only work the first time because he will have bought a padded tshirt by the next day, or trown up all over me since that is what he says he does when being tickled too much....

Today he almost managed to make butter when whipping the cream for the strawberries we had for dessert. He was trying to do two things at the same time, whipping the cream and wiping of the white splodges he made.....makes a change from brown ones i suppose... :o)