Daily Dose of Doom

giddeyupp!

2009-12-19T16:42:00.000-08:00

gah, time runs away from me. So much to do and so little time to do it in, and therefore the blogg gets to suffer. Will be better in the new year, promises promises. Right now, not a single thought in my head except for where i can find my next cuppa. kitchen!

the invasion of the duracell ladies..

2009-12-06T16:04:00.001-08:00

We survived!!!

We have worn out nubs for feet and I'll probably never again walk straight but we survived!

My most darling mother-in-law and my favourite aunties-in-law were visiting for 4 days and we we are seeping blood out of our toes but it's been lovely! Allthough the english weather showed itself up by raining the whole of wednesday and then having light showers on thursday, that did NOT stop the duracell trio in any way. And here is a small explanation to the name of "duracell ladies": they walk.. and walk .. and walk.. They are one and all conciderably shorter than me, right about elbow height. I'm not a gigant, I measure up to 5.7 (foot) which is then 1.70 meters. They are about 1.5 meters. munchins! but they still walk faster and foor longer than I ever would. And I've done 14 hour sales jobs where I walk from door to door, but I do not stand a chance with these ladies.

But it's been lovely, they are all of quick witt and sharp tongued (just the way we like our women!) and they are enormouse fun to be around. Anyway, I'm now gonna try to get some more tissue paper for my poor nose (caught a cold running after them) and get back to work. Been sleeping like a dead puppy every night due to all the fresh air and.. yes.. walking.. and now we're back to our mellow nerdy existance of walking 2 hours a day. Life is boring without them.

Looking forward to x-mas though. The hugfest will continue!

Oh and the above picture is from covent garden, they do great x-mas lighting every year.

jiinglle bells, batman smells, rooooobin layed aaaan eeeeeeggg

the baaaatmobile loooost it's wheeeels

and the jooooker got aaaway, Hey!

we've also been mind-whiped by the constant flow of x-mas jingles. Love was so far gone he actually said this (in bed no less) to me... it almost made me cry. He said: "clif richards is king"... Granted it was after a long battle of the mind-rubb (where you try to rubb what ever crap is going on in your own head, against the brain of the other, so that you do not suffer alone). A mind rub is basically just about humming what ever is haunting you (in my case it was a viciouse case of "rudolf the red nosed reindeer") when Love counted striked with the horrid "mistletoe and wine" by sir clif... Damned it...

Not fair!

The battle continues!

frying and battering...

2009-11-30T18:35:00.000-08:00

I had a computer crash - the kind where you have your hardrive fried, battered and then served up for prosparity- about a year ago. Ended up paying (worth every penny!) 120 something pounds to the lovely guys at Fulham computer Heroes (will find their real name sometime and give them the cread they deserve) for them to save all my images and files and .. well, life to be honest. If I loose my computer I loose not only the will to live but the means to do so as well. So when my computer had a little hickup a couple of seconds ago I reacted as any card-carrying nerd would, I'm now sitting and waiting for safety copy to be done and dusted. And since I cant do anything with my work files since they are beeing processed I'll just spend some time in here, updating people on the mundane reality of my life. Computer computer computer :)
Winter is comming to London though. Now that we're back at actually putting our feet outside the house and walking atleast 2 hours aday again (cheap therapy! ) I'm quickly realizing that my lovely - and worne as close to oblivion as humany possible without creating negative space and sucking the world into a black hole - summer shoes are no longer accepted from my toes point of view (from far down and freezing that is.. the point of view I mean) So now we're back to having to find matching socks again. Buggerit .. I need to invest in simple one-coloured socks again. I have a small addiction to "cute socks"... Since I can't afford (and I'm also biologically unable to.. chubby wide feat do not get to wear fancy girly shoes) a shoe fetish I'm doing the budget variety and buying socks. All colours, varieties and if possible some kind of cute image on there and its mine. This however turns laundry days into the memory game from hell.
Anyway, will stop bitching about laundy (need to do some tomorrow again) and get back to the weather (a very english topic i've noticed) It is cold. As in "pretend your a dragon cos white smoke is comming out of your mouth" kind of cold. WE LIKE!!!!
Nothing better than going out for a good hour at night stalking (or shuffling) around the streets of notting hill and getting your cheaks (the facial type people) all pink and tingly before getting back home to a toasty apartment and dunk a cuppa down while settling down to work. Or in my case, settling down to safety copying.
hope you are all well out there and that life is sweet. I'm gonna get me some more PG tips and spend another half hour wathing the "compleation bar" for the safety thinge. Simple pleasures of life!

working and nodding my head along...

2009-11-21T19:30:00.000-08:00

Colin Hay – Walk Amongst His Ruins

funny man, working while letting him have a round on spotify (still making my mind up about spotify, good or bad.. hmm... ) and while listening to the lovely mr Hay, sniggering to myself (I do not giggle.. never giggle. I might cackle, laugh out loud, bray, make the "seal shot with automatic weapon, or jettison beverage of choice out my nose, but I do NOT giggle)
anyway.. where was I?
working.. again. Atleast its fun work on a saturday night. Hope you are all well, and that life is good.

saturday in the dark...

2009-11-21T08:01:00.000-08:00

Currently we're going through one of those very dark grey days, and I'm talking about the actual weather now, not state of mind. Allthough, admittedly it's not like this puts a spring in your step and a song on your lips. Currently sitting with my feet so far down my big sock-slippers I might just never get them out again. I'll be foot loose.. he he he.. and yes, the bad jokes are a direct side effect to not having seen the sun today. had my Porrige today - pictoral evidence on show - and will start working again soon. its 4 pm might I add... better late then never yes? besides, concidering the lack of sun there's no difference for us keep unsocial hours and working at night. :)

hope all is well out there, i'm now going to get the dishes done from breakfast .. or lunch.. or a really weird dinner.. depending if breakfast is the first meal of your day (break fast.. surely that is the case?) or if it's a description of the time of day you eat your food? Any takes on that conundrum (since I do not feel like wikipedying myself today)

now suck on that little spoon of though and get back to me. I'm off to get my oversized knitted seater and possibly a cuppa. I love grey days!

gnomes invading the house

2009-11-17T09:30:00.000-08:00

My lovely mother in law sent us a pack of "pyssel"... crafts bascially, where you get this pack of things that are supose to be put together in a way that it looks like what's on the front of the box. I did pretty well I think! The rest of the Andersson/willbeck/Nilssons (Loves' side of the family tree) had the annual meeting where they glued, painted and stiched together stuff on one side of skype, while we were left sitting infront of the computer trying to not glue ourselves together to the wooden peggs that was the naked gnome/elf.

The house is now beeing over run by little crafty gnomes. In swedish they are called "tomtar", they used to be part of our storie tellings and mythology. They would live close to humans, usually in the barn or underneath the house, and if you were kind to them they would help you out with choores and keep the home stead safe, if you did not leave the food offerings out on the stoop you'd end up with your cows going sick, having the milk go sour and the chimney colaps.

Currently I'm trying to do a rough calculation on how much porrige I need to make for them to take care of the house work.. hmm... concidering we do not own any livestock, and the need to for a clean chimeney is quite redundant I'm hoping they'll be ok with living on the usual scurvy diet :D

just a quick sign of life...

2009-11-15T15:53:00.001-08:00

I've just done 12 hours of transcription, my brian is comming out of my ears, my eyes a bleeding and my arms are falling out of their sockets, but hey, atleast it's good money.

I'm such a slut for rent money :P

today: been to holland park.

pictoral evidence to the.. eh.. *thinking* left?

I cant point right now so just go with the flow ok?

had a lovely day in the sunshine, got back around 12 and sat down to the dreary reality of puttin other peoples words into text. Swedish to english. But hey, cant complain, it goes to a good cause (roof over our heads and food in our tummies) so now i'm going back to it. Hope you all are enjoying your sunday!

ooops..

2009-11-06T13:17:00.001-08:00

my bad..

3 weeks and not a single line of sarcasm.. or bad spelling.

My bad!

my excuse:

too much snot.. me and Love tend not to lay off the snogging even when snotty as hell so we've been bouncing the flu/cold back and forth beteween us. That and the lack of sleep since Love tends to breath very quietly when he's sick (instead of the lovely growly snore that keeps me happy) i've been waking up at every ´hour just to dig my nails into him to check that he's alive... hmm.. yes.. very resting.. :P

and now.. well .. I've said goodbye to my best friends.. again..

Today is my fourth day without a healthy filter between me and the rest of the world. meaning I work very hard not to headbutt ppl when walking down the street.

I'm also back to stalking smokers (or "my ppl" as I like to think of them) while sniffing like a happy bloodhound. Yes.. sad.. and not so slightly weird.. :/

I miss my ciggies...

picture above is taken with the webcam ontop of my screen, out the window.. i've got a pretty nice view when working (and able to pull my eyes up from the shiny stuff)

oh and please go check this out:

www. majesty2.com

we've done good :)

finding family in forgotten folders...

2009-10-15T16:04:00.001-07:00

Here's a small note about my family. Above you have pictures of me and my two brothers. Taken on a family vacation (hell) into Denmark. It was that when going into Legoland we all needed photo id on our tickets (good old 80's). I guess it was that just incase we got lost they'd be able to return us to whom-ever.. but anyway. My parents then paraded us over to the local photobooth. Where it turned out that it cost a good deal over 140 Swedish crowns. Per person (3 photos) and my father beeing very cheap (or in his own mind.. brilliant) came up with a solution that would leave some spending cash instead of having 9 pictures of his allready thouroughly documented children (in my parent house there are thousands of pictures of us. Seriously. We're well documentated) any-ooooo.
So he lines us up out side. I'm first ( you can see his arm in the picture to the right) where he's got a good firm grip at the back of my jacket. As soon as the flash goes off out I popp, and in goes brother nr 2 (mattias). Please note the facial expression.
Flash goes off, Mattias is tossed into my mothers waiting arms and in goes junior, (thomas) the baby of the family. Again you can see my fathers arm in the background as well as the drape of the doorway. And ofcourse the face of a very confused child going "what-da-#")¤(=(/&%="..
As you can imagine we we're surounded by lauging danish(es?.. who do you put a plural to danish? the people, not the pastry.)

So thats one family moment worth recalling yes?
I found the compilations of the photos in my parents house a couple of years ago. Turns out my fathers idea did not really save him that much money, since once my mother had stopped laughing and actually got her mitts on the photos, she would not give them up again.

So they joined the multitude of other pictures in drawers, books and cardboard boxes and stowed away for posterity.

Oh and I miss my family.

Might as well introduce my brothers to you as well. I'm the oldest (you can tell by the bossy and over protective nature of me) that i'm used to bullying brothers and ofcourse getting them out of trouble.
My middle brother is Mattias. He's all of 11 months younger then me.
Yes, my parents were dilligent and productive and apparently in love.
Then again the youngest (Thomas) is only 2 years and 2 months younger then me.
So yes... 3 years.
3 births..
Now fastforward (not that birth is not a pretty painfull moment) but imagine having 3 teenagers in the same appartment at the same time. Now cringe!

Anyway, once I got over my (in my mind well founded) wish to kill my brothers and we no longer live in the same house (amazing how much more forgiving you are to others quirks when you dont have to share a bathroom or kitchen with them any more) we get along pretty darned good. We were pretty tight when we were younger too. Not to say we did not fight. Fighting was a passtime excersised at any oppertunity, but noone got to beat on my brothers but me. Not even between themselves.

Anyway. gonna get of the memory lane express, get back to work and back to eating my aspirins. Got that damned cold that just wont go away. Have a lovely evening all and yonder.
Love and snot out of London //

sitting alone in the dark..

2009-10-12T16:23:00.001-07:00

Love is asleep (or faking it, he usually cant snooze without the "tugg of the blanket" or "knee in the kidney " type of companionship I offer. I need to snooze too soon. Love also claims that I snoore.. I put it down to liable and if we did not have a shared bank account he'd be sued allready. I do however admit to extencive monologues and grumping while sleeping. I'll give him that.

Anyway, have been infused with a smidgen of more kultural note, watching Jean Eyerie on the computer (ITV, on demand) and allthough I have read the book I've never seen the film. Old thing. But truly lovely. And who how can you not adore a proper english costume drama? Got me thinking though. All great love stories are always so. well.. heavy. Theirs always a price to pay. (in this instance there was the face and sight of .. eh.. whats-his-name.. main character.. oh bugger) and there's always this big hurdles and missunderstandings. And thinking of me and Love's time together I'm happy to say we've had none of that drama.. Nothing. Seriously, the last time we had a fight was in the first year we were together, and as it goes with those things I can't even remember what it was about. And after that it's been to easy almost. I've come to expect some kind of balansing out of the bill so to speak. It might be that our lack of money is the pedulum balance. Since we never seem to have any. But not even when things are at its worse do we take our gloves off (or put them on) and have it out with each other. Maybe its just not in our build up. Allthough with just about anyone else i'd have reduced them to minced meat and made meatballs. The fun part is that just about everyone else is (family, friends.. ppl i've known for a long time.. my mum is very much included in this group) know me as the .. well lets say "not the most easy going person". I tend to be very short and cold with ppl I dont like. I dont suffer fools (or clown's, theyre creepy) and I tend to be come down on rudness and idiocy quite hard. And Love sees me as the cuddle bunny delux. So who am I really? the bitchy-bitch-bitch or the cuddle? If majority rules (and we do live in a democracy so by all means, it should) then Love is wrong isnt he? Should I let him know about it? He hates beeing wrong *grins*

anyway, thats enough navel gazing for a bit. I shoudl go claim my 80% of the bed (yes, I do a perfect sea-star impression when I want to) Hope your both well out there. As it is now, these bloggies have become something of an open e-mail to Lady P and Matt. I kind of like it. It's live having a not so secret - secret club huh? *grins*

I'm not quite sure who else comes on here since they do not leave any messages *cough* but just so you know, join in the blabber. Oh and go check out the lovliest bloggers online too (their in the list). Okej.. thats it.. Sleep. Monday night is ontop of us all (atleast on this side of the globe... )

Nighty night!

Getting better at this writing stuff again!

2009-10-12T10:21:00.001-07:00

Saturday was sleept away, more then swept away.. 16 hours, on full tilt. Blissfull. that ofcourse did not mean we did not work at night again.. or that we actually got any time off (sleept away time off does not count, hontestly) so we're back at square one. Need some seriouse time off. Today will be half a day off. Wohoooo! But more work tonight.

So except for work, have not been doing much. Small reflections over small things, like how much fun it is to drive Love just a little little bit mad. One of my favourites: putting my fingers in his ears when he least expects it.. And yes, its ok to think "poor man".. most ppl do :)

anyway, gonna get a nother cuppa.. one of millions down now that I sound like a bad Janis Jopplin doubble (got a cold again) and i'll get back to work. Wohoo! and possibly some ear poking *grins* gotta keep the spritis up (or just Loves hackles.. hmm.. either is good! )

Soooo tired.. gonna chew pillow in a min

2009-10-09T12:52:00.000-07:00

Been in Alton, meet a lovely man called Simon on the way back that keept me smiling and laughing on the train instead of weeping due to lack of sleep, and now me and love are going to curl up and sleep for (i hope) atleast 12 hours. The last two nights we've gotten no more then 3-4 hours sleep (tight schedual) and now we're knackered... I'm freezing and I'm so tired that my eyes gritt up. Goodnight everyone, hope your friday is a good one!

//M

Keyboard lifted, slight bruising but all is well ..

2009-10-06T06:43:00.001-07:00

a picture of a sunny street (not the case today.. today its raining cats, dogs and assorted farm animals) and in the background you can see the partition that the gas ppl put up.

The gas ppl that ended up shutting our gas off for 6 days.

No gas means no heated water. no gas means no heating in the house. So in short we've been OD-ing on tea candles (the swedish word is "värme ljus" meaning warming light. .. very fitting I'd say since that's all we've had for warmth now that fall has kicked down the door and entered the premises) also doing dishes in cold water does not compute. Specially since my arthritis gets a kick out of it.
Add that to the fact that I did not get a singe warm bath (mainly my way of actually waking up and beeing able to move at all) I've been a very very grumpy and very very tired person.
And yes.. the work has been plentifull!
go here to see the latest: www.majesty2.com. got 2 more to go that we're doing the last couple of details on but I'll post them up later ;)

So between the work, the boiling of a 1000 tons of water and lighting of tea-candles and grumbling I have horribly neglected my poor blogg.
I have however picked up a new hobby. Harrassing the man (boy really.. ) that's been calling on our door to get the gas shut off, and despite beeing reminded by me, several times, to turn it back on, has been a total numb-nut and "forgotten".. So i've got a nice chilled halibut in my handbag every time I go out now, just in case i feel like smacking him around a bit before beeing on my way.

With that beeing said, i'm now gonna go and enjoy a long warm soak, a long chat with the resident rubber ducks, and after that I need to go get me more tea candles.. Better to be safe than sorry..

falling in love

2009-09-27T09:19:00.000-07:00

Found this on youtube.. its gorgeouse. Even though the singer sometimes gets into notes he should not really be on speaking terms with. But its still beutifull.

buggerit..

2009-09-26T18:57:00.000-07:00

... It's now.. Uhm..

3 am. Tomorrow we've still got a good size work to do (I'm the perpetual time optimist) ergo: I'm sleep deprived again.

Or will be properly so tomorrow. Might be able to get a small sleep in though. Depending if my neighbour does not start the circle saw again like he did to day.. He did not win any browniepoints this morning. So between the dimwitts (yes, its happend again) that call on our door at 2 am yesturday, to go up to our neighbour, and the neighbour downstairs, we're in a good size dum-dum sandwitch.. :7

Anyway, gonna stop complaining. As soon as the guys we're working for have launched their websites i'll give you some nice eyecandy (if I may say so myself) to have a oogle on. Now I'm gonna try to hunt down those elusive ear plugs I bought.

Night Night all

Sleepdeprived no more..

2009-09-24T07:39:00.000-07:00

I've been sleeping for 13 undisturbed (not even a loo-run) and it was flipping wonderfull! It was magical.. it was fluffy little pink sheep runing over a green medow while humming a lulleby and feeding me prozac. It was magical.. I want to do it again.

And now I've spent the day working so by tonight I can again go to sleep, at a normal hour and hopefull get atleast 8 hours more. I'm a sleep junky. I need my zzz's. I need my pillow. I will write an ode and some poetry about my pillow at a later stage, as soon as I can keep awake that long.
Anyway, almost back to my usual verbal self. By the end of this week we'll have gotten passed most of the work, while beeing really fun, has been very very busy and very very hard and on sunday the plan is to have a sleepy day in, with an outing - possibly to Barns - and then chilling with a sideorder of navel gazing and toe wiggling. As for now, back to work!

one little branch of the family tree

2009-09-23T09:43:00.000-07:00

My nef Flipp (philip really... he's allready god a nick-name though). I'm getting updates and all but I've still got to meet him. The poor mite got my brothers pointy ears (i've always claimed him - my brother, that is - to be a changeling, this just proves it!) and bubbly apple cheeks, a very small copy of the baby brother I tried to kill for the best part of my first 10 years. (didnt work, my mum has reflexes like a fox). He's also been blessed with my lovely sister in laws temperament so this one will be a little warrior for sure :D

We've been working our proverbial tails (wouldent it be cool to have a real one?) off, but we're seeing the light at the end of the tunnel, and its not a train this time! Wohoo! that beeing said we must have the best job in the world since we get to do stuff we like.I only wish we got more sleep. Right now i'm at the end of another 24 hour rush, and i'm heading of to headbutt the pillow into submission in an hour or so. Sleep will never have been this good ever. At least tomorrow i'll join the world of the living (and function like a normal *cough* human beeing) during normal office hours again. This week has run away, wearing those magical seven mile boots (is there any english version to that fairytale? or is it swedish and not a single person except for the family will get that reference?) anyway, half way through the week and all is well.
Cherrios (tomorrow they'll be served with milk and a cuppa PG tips) and take care, over and out.

the life of a keyboard thumper

2009-09-20T09:29:00.000-07:00

the last week or two as been diabolical when it comes to lack of sleep and the endless fun of coding stuff into different servers. Im sporting a headache that puts me in grizzly-mode.
So mainly i've been working. And working.. and sleeping in 4 hour intervalls before working some more.
Love has been bombarded by water beads (as featured here) and is dealing with beutifully (I'm still alive! :D)

anyway, hope you are all doing well, that life is sweet, and as soon as i get me hoofs underneath me again i'll post some good stuff (just need to go out and get something else to talk about then MySQL servers and databases.. its not all that riveting.. really... )
lottsa love

walkabout - a long awaited one

2009-09-11T12:26:00.000-07:00

me and Love decided to actually venture outside our own areas, meaning we actually went all the way over to st Pauls cathedral, took the foot bridge over to the southside and walked along the river front, enjoying the mischief and warm up for the Thames Festival. Since we're hard at work we wont be able to go tomorrow, but it looks to be a good one.. the way it is every year :7

Found this man.. he's put up some kind of water instalation, where he's done basically a giganting water mill, really quite beutifull in a rusted and grotty way (the instalation, not the man, he was quite clean)

he was still tweaking some of the tilt mechanisms, so I amused myself into guessing just what those pretty water boulbs were.

Well if you havent guessed yet, you're as blond as me.

Their rubbers. It took me a little time to clock that one. First I though they were glass, but then one thumped against the rigg and did not break.

See, they do have multible functionalities!

Their actually even quite pretty like that, instead of way you usually get to see them in public (usually half hidden behind a bush and really not pretty at all.. quite discussting actually)

Anyway, some more water related stuff. I bought this little sashet of multicoloured beads, the size of sand grain. The thing is that when you put them in water they swell into these gorgeouse bubbles of gell. Their Great!

You can use them as amo around the house, they bounce wildely and you can also destress by simply putting your hand in the jar (where I keep them.. their actuall use is to hydrate cut flowers. bugger flowers, their my de-stress-finger toys !) and ofcourse.. amo..

Love does not like them as much as I do..

the truth is out there...

2009-09-08T08:29:00.000-07:00

Found this by the beergarden at the Ale House, in Brighton.. Now aint that just the truth? ...

I very much enjoyed mine..

We've just spent an hour rearanging the house, meaning we now are back to having our work stations out in the living room. The floors are vacumed, we've got wash haning over every concievable surface (and then some) and we're back to an ordered life style.. except for the bedroom, but thats for tomorrow, need to go through the paperwork and all the little cryptic post-its i've been leaving myself on my desk.. or behind my desk.. or under the bed (for some reason) .. Who ever said that housewifes have it easy should be either put through a spring cleaning or shot on the spot. I'm sweaty, im dusted, and I'm currently carrying a deep loathing for the vacum cleaner.. and all the flipping spiders we've got living in the rafters. I have no idea how they get in here but there's a endless supply of them.

Anyway, i'm gonna get back to work now and enjoy the view (my desk is right by the window.. meaning I can now sit and enjoy the view of the street. woha.. be still my beating heart.. :)

have a lovely day everyone.

ass over teakettle..

2009-09-06T15:46:00.000-07:00

So today I did another one of my goregouse displays of clumbsyness... it was beutifull. Managed to twist my left ankle while rearanging my right knee so that it now has the generall likeness of a cantaloupe... Meaning ofcourse that today I kissed tarmac again. God I hate it when that happens. And to me sadly it happends with startling regularity. Specially on the sidewalks of London that are plagued with tilting stone tiles and horrible cobbled stones.. (allthough i've been known to snuggle up to gravel in Sweden too).

Main problem is that since I have a problem with my joints they are not as firm as you'd like. So even a little bit of unblanace makes them just release their grip, enjoying their freedom for a while and ends up putting me to the ground. Not as much fun as it sounds really.

Anyway, so now my right knee is blossoming into a lovely shade of red and purple, while my left ankle decides to send messages of hate and distruction everytime I step on it (I've been mostly stuck to my bed for the last day or so, getting used to my pascha-like existence where I can ask and will recieve just about anything from Love.. okej, so the deal is not as bad as it sounds, but it aint funny either!)

Have no checked my e-mail and will now crawl back to bed, and hope it all goes away untill tomorrow. Any takers on that bid?

The truth about Dogs

2009-09-05T12:56:00.000-07:00

This post will be a reply to lovely PP, while enabeling me to show of the gorgeouse pixies of my dogs (both sadly enough gone now) and to explain the whole stinky, drooly, dirty part of beeing a dog owner. PP (Peoples Photographer, not wee or urin.. simply a shortent version of his bloggy name, since his name is his to share) has the really rather sweet missconception that any dog of mine would be farting rosescented potpuri while beeing demure enough to keep their faces out of their own bums.

Yeah.. no.. sorry.. Mine were just as bad, if not worse then every other dog on this planet. Allthough a lot better behaved (i'm not only a bit bithy.. I'm alpha bitchy too :)

Hades, the German Shepherd / Boarder mix. Weighed in at 55 kg's, ate like a horse and molted a small dogs bodyweight in furr every day for a couple of weeks every spring and fall. He also had the charming ability of all German Shepherds to accumulate moisture. Meaning he would smell quite .. uhm.. musky. This of course beeing a joy to us since we spent quite some time camping with this monster in the same tent. And as good as he was at keeping moose, beavers and assorted drunk youngsters away from the tent he also keept us out most of the time as well (Sweden is quite the rain forest anytime I had vacation)

At the end, (he died a couple of days short of his 13th b-day) he could knock you out with the foulest breath ever to come out of a living animal. Possibly comodo dragons got worse problems with halitosis, but I'm not betting for it.

Now this gorgeouse boy, who was Nozem, was as you can see, a very stately bloodhound, pure breed and with several of his kin appearing more then once in his family trees (not a good thing) sadly never got passed his 2nd birthday. He suffered Bloat, which is a problem with their bowels turning and locking themselves up.

One thing though that we were told by the breeder when deciding on a puppy (instead of how I did it with Hades, which was pick him out of the arms of my neighbour after roughhousig in the playground with him and his brothers and sisters) was that bloodhounds did not fart.

Yeah..

and there's a santa claus!

This dog could empty a room in 0.4 seconds. And he'd actually look suprised at the noise his but would make. He also managed to get drool stalakites (stalagmites? which one are the up's and which ones are the downwards ones? ) hanging from the 4.5 meter ceeling in the apartment. And never quite got over his happy-peeing before he died. (the usual way we would deal with this would be for me to call when I got home from Uni or work, so that my ex could simply open the door so that he would run down the stairwell and meet me on the side walk.. it atleast saved some of the carpets and we'd go for a walk.. but my shoes would sometimes be hit by friendly fire)

Also bloodhounds tend to have some of that very old dog smell right of the bat. they dont need to age very long (passed puppyhood and on it goes. their like human teenage boys - they dont smell of roses either when hormones are starting to kick in for the first time and make a hash of it)

anyway.. no.. its not a clean game when having dogs. once you've got a dog, your stuck with a wardrobe covered in a matting hair that makes you look a bit fuzzy around the edges. With some of the breeds (bloodhound beeing one of them) you have the saliva strands covering you like an oldfashioned handmade chockolate bon-bon.. specially if they shake themself off while your in the room.. and with just about all of them you get the musty dog smell haunting the house, and that only gets worse when they get older.

A lot worse.

But then again, despite the unholy hour you have to get up to walk them if your doing an office job (I used to leave Hades over for pampering with my parents when I worked full time, meaning he was walked and spoiled rotten while I was slaving away.. man i wanna be a dog next life) And despite the amount of cleaning you have to do to keep yourself from drowning in drool/lost pelt/ or the discusting things you have to do with medicin and ointments when they get sick, they make it all worth while.

Nozem had the interesting notion of having to kiss my feet (if he did not find them he'd try to rip the bed appart untill he got to nibble on my toes) and then come up for a ear rub before going to bed on his pillow. Hades would have a sing along while gnawing on my jawbone everytime I came thru the door.. even if i'd just been down with the garbage and gone for all of a minute.

None of them would waver from your side if you got into trouble and they would both love you no matter how big of a pain you are (and I'm quite a big one at times)

So yeah, their a pain, dependent on you for everything, their dirty as hell. They smell.. they're hard work and you end up with your heart broken when they do die.

But i'll have another 10 atleast before i kick the bucket myself (i hope)

oh and heres a picture of nozem as a puppy.. you tell me you'd be able to say no to this one :P

(ha ha, check out those paws... he was a bit over 60 kg's when he died, so those lion paws were not just for show :)

PS: oh yeah.. by the way PP, my dogs did not eat pooo.. I draw the line with my puppy raising and indulgence when it comes to eating poo and groin sniffing. Gotta set a standard right? :)

DS:

caffeein and other life supports

2009-09-05T05:39:00.000-07:00

Went to Holland Park.
We needed a bit of a boost so we decided brakefast not involving wholegrain slices of toast would be a nice change to things . Instead it was the roasted vegetables and goat cheese that started my day, and I'm a very happy woman with a small pooh-bear tummy filled with latte and roasted foccacia (spelling is optional)

Me and Love then took a walk around the park and then decided to sit down our ikea pleather officechair formed bumms on a hard bench and enjoy the indian summer sun and the lack of artificial light from a computer screen. Its nice to just sit, watch ppl, and hold hands while talking about where we want to be in a year, where we want to live (right now Brighton is on top of the wish-list).. and ofcourse having a discussion just how many dogs we are going to alowe into the house we eventually will be able to buy (or rather, where Loves braking point is.. he claims 1, but I'm pretty sure I can talk him into atleast 3 more.. )
And yes, puppy talk is way more interesting than the baby version, we've allready been told what we're to expect. One boy one girl (yes, we are sure about that, we've got it from a very good source :)

here's for wishing for another 50 years, atleast, of sitting and bumming on park benches while clasping paws and talking.

the brest laid plans of mice and men..

2009-09-04T06:16:00.000-07:00

... just never work out huh?
we ended up with sleeping in this morning, and since I did the mistake of turning on my computer (I'm on automatic in the morning, no matter when I wake up) I ended on taking on work and we decided that the day off will have to wait. Not a bad thing as such, since we do live for work and we need it, but still..
I'm having a slight starbucks withdrawl syndrom, my empty hand clawing in the air after a sugerloaded and frothy latte.. grrr..
Our walkabout instead went the short round to the library, where I realized, standing amongst to many books and too many choices, just how much Love does to make me happy.
He remembers my favourite autors, does his best to remember if i've allready read or bought a copy of any of the afformentioned athors (its quite a long list) and he then does his very best to find stuff that I'll like.
It could possibly also be said that he just wants a big of peace and quiet from the eartugging, snuggle mauling and general full body tackling that I concider to be signs of affection, since when I'm in a book I'm practically incommunicato.. but still. Its sweet..
So, 10 min walk to the library, getting the surivival kit for today (CC light and some peanuts for snacks) and back to work it is.
Walkabout will be done some other day.
And long before that happens Love will be rewarded for making every other man on the planet look bad (my brother actually agrees on this, since he's had to listen to my sister in law going "why can't you ever do that for me?".. Allthough he only promises to hurt Love, not award him anything... wonder why.. *grins*)

Now then, back to work. atleast now i've got some really cool projects to keep me busy over the weekend :)

walkabout tomorrow

2009-09-03T16:10:00.000-07:00

a picture of the pidgeon parking on Portobello Rd, I hate the little blighters.. Pest on wings.. Rats on wings.. Atleast rats don't bombard you with crap missiles while your out. To add to the horror the pidgeons in this area seem to be on a horrible diet of curries and assorted jet fuels.

Anyway, tomorrow we are going out for a walkabout. Need to get out of the house, away from the computer and simply enjoy som sunshine (god... I hope there'll be sunshine) and enjoy a coffee in one of the parks. Bringing the camera with us. And if it rains we're going to decend on one of the museums.

oh and we're also going to pick up my passport from the embassy, oh joy! So now, technically, I can travel again! Woho!

A bit more cash and free time and the world domination scheeme is back on tracks again!

Weird dreams..

2009-09-02T15:18:00.001-07:00

I've had weird dreams now for a couple of nights. Yesturday I dreamt that Heathrow was beeing closed down (no lights at least) while I was trying to get to the other side (of what I dont know) and while I running thru it ppl where digging out money out of the stairs that I jumped, very much like the gummy-bears, in big gigantic leaps, chasing someone.. dont know why.. And last night I dreamt that I needed to get across Europe (one common denominator is that I seem to be going somewhere) and for some reason I had the trouble (see, how could you ever percieve that as trouble???) of having to drag Brad Pitt with me across Germany...

The most horrifying problem was that we would not be able to go as unnoticed as I'd prefer... Why would I need to travel in stelth mode over Germany?

And why were my thoughs on hiding Brad Pitt instead of snogging him? now theres a testament to my feelings for Love. I dont even get to dream steamily or even enjoy a little bit of snogging with other hunky men in my dreams, now I'm stuck with trafficing them over long distances while worrying about notice. And possibly the wrath of Angelina Jolie.. She's a quite sceary woman..

And when I woke up, the first thought was " I should have shipped him off to Lady P, he's nice, he's obviously house trained and seems like a nice chap"..

Anyway, over here the rain is poor down, i've found my "fofflor" (fuzzy knitted pink glittery sock/slippers) and I've even pulled my jacket out of the house of moths we call a wardrobe. Their no lions there though.. I've checked.

Shake that tailfeather..

2009-08-31T13:50:00.000-07:00

Today was the grownup version of Notting Hill Carnival (yesturday was for the kids supposedly) and it went with a bang. Currently listening (somewhat strained though.. my eardrums are a bit slacked off) to the police chopper thats hovering over our street. In fact it woke us up this morning. I woke up with a start having horrible flashbacks of apocalyps now - the movie.. Not a plesant way to start the day. but it got better

Me and Love took the camera for a little walk about (about 50 meters.. then we just claimed a space and then just let the floats go by.

Posting some pixies from today, starting with pretty in pink:

y absolute favourites, the Batala drummers, they come walking down the streets doing their little side-step drance and rumming life into anyone they pass. Their gorgeouse..

(this movie is from YouTube, from last year)

And some more pixies from the Carnival, all types, all sizes, and all colours. The dancers do ther thing while the decibel level is at 135 (5 decibel less than last year.. I could not tell the difference.. my ears are bleeding, just like last year.. :))

Man on stilts... or daddy-long-legs in person..

Body paint and feathers...

Goooooood carnival! :D

Big big costumes.. I got smothered in green when this batch when through, but it was worth it damned it! *picking out greenery from between my teeth*

The not so innocent children..

2009-08-29T16:06:00.000-07:00

Today has been a day of rest for most part, with a sprinkle of agression (more about that later), we're going to get back into the grove of work again tomorrow, as well as having a run around the Notting Hill Festival. Always a good day to catch the elusive shaking feathered baredback bird on film (or pixel memory anyway) :)

The house has actually been prepared for the mayhem by someone putting up a playwood gate, with wired on handle, for barakading out the unwashed masses from our steps and front court of the house, so I'm thinking thats setting the tone of what kind of pain in the lump this will be.

Anyway, today on our way to wormwood scrubs (minor.. , theres the bigger version a bit futher down) we walk into a side street where a small kid was running tward us with 3 bigger kids behind. Me, with my natural instinct of loathing - seriously, who ever coined "the innocents of children" did NOT have any idea of the nature of the little beasts - soon proved itself right when the smaller one was grabben by the biggest and twirled around to the other antagonizer.

Since they were stupid enough to do this right infront of our noses I stepped in to the back of the big bully while shoving him away and pulling the kid out while giving a nice little growl in to his ear. My reaction to bullying is usually quite severe, I tend to want to see teeth on the pavement and possibly someone begging. But since these were kids (the bullies around 13-15, the kid around 12 I think.. hard to tell though) it was all I could to to keep my inner bitch on a leash when nimbwitts nr 2 retaliated with "shut up man!"

One.. I'm clearly not a man.. Secondly, thats just plain rude.

Ended up with steping into him asking him "or what?". Seriously. I've never been so close to hitting a kid befor..
I've been brought up with parents that, except for one slap to the back of my brothers head after calling me a very ugly very word at dinner after som severe teasing, never hit us.
They just never needed too. We knew who the boss was (mum.. and like any alpha female, she never needed to bare her teeth to get us to do what we were told) .

But at this moment I'm doing everything I can not to thump this obnoxiouse kid in the face while going "thats ma'm to you". And I'm the first to admit, I do have the fuse of a rabid she-bear, but I never thought my temper would flare up like that against a kid.

Anyway.. the kid has enough self preservation to look down and step out of my way, keeping his mouth shut while the little one is getting his legs under him and hitting the road.
Like any true animal the little bullies dont mind ganging up on smaller and easier prey but as soon as they get stuck up against someone bigger (and yes.. very much meaner) they always coward out. It almost hurt me that he did actually... with me turning around to walk away with my fists clenching and unclenching and trying to get my temper down.
It took me the better part of 2 hours.

I really dont like kids...
truly I dont...

Anyway, tomorrow begins the festivities... and as sure as the sky is far above, the fighting, rioting (quite severe ones last year) and other fun will be the order of the day. I truly hate any kind of agression (unless I'm passing it out.. as any big sister - I belive myself to be the only one fit to give judgement on any whalloping ) and since drinking usually does not bring out the best in ppl I tend to have a hard time keeping out of trouble.

Love believes me to have a superman (or wonderwoman) complex. With cape and everything... since I do not let things go unpassed or rectified. And ofcourse this has landed me in uncounted fights in bars where men have decided to slap their girlfriend around or gang up on someone drunk and dumb enough to show weakness. (I'm not saying I don't get beaten up for it, only that I can't let it rest)

So tomorrow, except for a couple of hours out in the daylight we are gonna be at home, enjoying the braying of fights and drunkards comming thru the window and me sitting safely at home trying to ignore it.

work and no play

2009-08-28T04:58:00.001-07:00

Putting up a picture of what i Dont do right now.

Its been all work and no play, but hey, atleast there's work right? :)

I've gotten mauled over mail by my brother whos sending the super sized files of Philip, the newest recruit to the Widen family, allthough it might be that he's getting H's name, and then he's a Carlsson.. hmm.. another thing i need to find out :)

(and yes, my brother and H have been living in blissfull sin for the last 8 years, therefor not sure of the surname of my nefew)

Missing the family, and worrying about money and simply getting down to the gritty about getting in more work and getting a bit further from the line. But life is still good!

We've got what seems to be the first winds of fall slapping against the side of the house, its good to be inside with a cuppa PG-tips.

Having said that we now need to trudge our way up to Sainsbury and get some food for the next few days.. buggerit.. having to wade thru anklebiters and kneebutters while irrate mothers of monsters stand screaming blue murder in the iles...

Oh yes.. looking forward to this adventure :P :)

Have a lovely star to your weekend everyone, hope its a good one!

Philip has arrived

2009-08-26T03:34:00.000-07:00

I got myself a nephew, his name is Philip and he arrived yestruday evening by the escape hatch (H got a cesarian).
Now isnt that the cutest thing ever? (anyone objecting will get mauled)

while waiting for baby...

2009-08-24T09:25:00.000-07:00

My lovely sister in law is currently waiting for the "start up pill" to work, and for the bauta baby to come to the world. Meaning me and the rest of the family are waiting too..

most of them though are probably waiting with a bit more style.
Me, I surf youtube..
and then found this:

points to the boy for the self distance enough to actualy embrace the puss filled reality and having a good laugh about it.
and letting us have a cringing, chuckling snicker as well.
It's goood to get old :)

Cray-fish evening in Sweden

2009-08-23T16:44:00.000-07:00

Some rather bad pictures of the family (half of it.. Loves half anyway :) )
There was a cray-fish evening "kräft fest", where swedes (i'm not included in this group, to much work with shelling them and I refuse to suck on the belly of what is a glorified water spider that eats waterlogged cropses.. no-sir-eee.. not me.. ) go compleatly nuts about red boiled cray fish (dont know if i'm spelling that right)

As traditions states it is always held at the Nilssons house. They've got the huge grassy slopes perfect for games (throwing balls at eachother, wrestling and football.. the european kind, where you dont use your hands) Oh and quizzes, usually put together by Irre, the queen of tricky questions :)

This time we attended over Skype..

Above is the typical way of showing enderment in the family. That's Jonas and Tommy, Loves cousins, doing a bout of grappling and trying to headbutt eachother.

All in the name of love (not my Loves, he gets to headbutt them in person soon)

Getting to watch everyone, included the newest addition to the family (below) Emily. She was borne while we decided to stake our claims on London. Cute as a button :)

And this is Tilde (tongue girl, she caught on quickly about the computer not beeing the usual tv show and that the person - me - would do anything she did.. I'm pretty sure we've just ruined her for life. No childrens channel will ever be as good again.. I'm pretty sure sessamy street does not do interaction just yet.)

Anyway.

Apparently there was sun.. there were cray fish (Malin even waved one at the camera) and there was family. And we were here.

Gotta go back soon.

Specially since I'm most probably gonna be an "aunty" by monday. My brother (or rather my favourite sister in law - i've only got the one so far -) is getting things started on monday... hmm..

Aunty...

And the very weird part, my baby brother's going to be a dad.. or rather a "Dad"..

ha, thats a couple more of those "free-grown-up-points" cashed in :D

Okej, gotta get back to work.

ugh... More info tomorrow, with possible news of my new aunty-hood.

Wonder if its a boy or girl..

London calling

2009-08-21T09:01:00.001-07:00

Today is another scorcher, we've got work to do and I'm in need of coffee.

Just popping a little aquarell pen drawing I made for marvelouse Malin (the Nilsson alpha female) after their visit to London. Had the joy of talking to her and Marcus (the prodgidal son, theirs, not ours) over skype yesturday night, over webcam on skype.
Lets put it this way: I remember a time when I was spending my parents hard earned cash on phone bills to Poland (since thats where I spent most of my time, bf's tended to still be there when I went home to school.. for the few months I had to that.. hmm.. beeing a kid was good when you come to think of it.. )
anyway, back then, they only had one phone in the village (and no gays.. and if you havent seen "little brittan" that joke just sounds baaad) anyway so we'd have to book time, where he would be on the phone in the office of the stables (I used to work with braking horses in - and arms.. and legs.. and head.. the later 3 were my own, not the horses)
anyway... hundreds and thousands of pounds (or dollars) were spent on the phone.
When later the modem came even more money would be spent on chatting with ppl from just about anywhere.. just cos we could!!

Sitting in my room with an old modem doing the
beep-beep-beeep-cchzzzzzzzzzzz-zzzzz-din-ding-brszzzzch-kzzzzrzzrzzz ding-ding- kschzzzzzzzz
and then sitting up at all hours with a chat that would only upload if you refreshed the window..
Then having to get up at 6 am, to catch the buss to the other side of the city (stockholm) to go to collage and skipp classes to sitt on their broadband connection .. hmm..

And now adays, with my lovely virgin connection that costs me all of 7 pounds a month, i can cruize anywhere on the web, call friends in other countries for free, and even video chat.

Technology is amazing..
specially when you get to see the smiles of your friends and family

Reality SUX!

2009-08-20T09:00:00.000-07:00

Lets face it. I'm having a very real and very painful bout of vacation-blues.

Trying to keep my head together, trying to get the work done but aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaawwww..

I wanna go baaaaaaaaaaaaack!!!!

Anyway. The sun is beating down on our heads (Through the window.. pushing all the heat back into the apartment) .

Oh and I found out, after living here for over 6 months, that the garden is communal....

Meaning: we can go down and enjoy it when we want to!

Hell... The crafty little munchkins at the real estate agent forgot to tell us that.

So now I just have to find the corridor that leads back there.

Hmm... and of course share it with mad-man-clapper (every time he gets angry or agitated he claps his hands.. usually outside our front door.. ) that lives next door. Last time we saw him he was in his birthday suit sitting on a folding chair down on the very same grass that i covet..

It does make for a bit of a deterrent when you've got a buck naked, not all that stable, middle aged man running around in the supposedly shared garden.

Life might be a pain, but it's seldom boring.. that's a consolation right?

Kew Garden Delights..

2009-08-19T13:37:00.000-07:00

While Loves Mother was here we went for a treck (as always with the duracell woman of might) of 12 hours at Kew Gardens. I've been living here for over a year now but we've never been there.
We were on our way there once in winter but ended up kissing the door handle and turning around since we arrived just about an hour before they closed.

Now let me start by saying it is bliss.
I was scrambling around with my nose in the air and my eyes closed just sniffing the trees, bushes and bamboo, with a healthy mix of airplane fuel (its right underneath the flightpath to Heathrow.. so ever 60 sec you have birds of the most imence wingspan thundering down over your head.. lets just be happy they do not dump...)

Kew Gardens is celebrating its 250'th year now. Meaning there are plenty of things to see, ontop of the vast amount of standard exibits.
It started out as a summer house *cough* for Henry the 7th. And since royalty rarely do things half-arsed (except when it comes to chins) it soon ended up beeing one of the hubs of power amongst the rose bushes (there's plenty of those too)

You can find almost any kind of vegetation or even remotely resembling a plant here. And the best part is that someone really frantic about naming and taging has taken the time to pin signs to each and every one of them.

This place is 300 acers... now imagine going around pinning lables on everything.. just take a minute with that thought..

Anyway.. Its gorgeouse.. its green (with splaches of colour and spikes and even some rather weird animals) and it will keep you busy for a day..
We're planing on getting a year-card.. there are so many places where you just want to spread out a blanket and enjoy a good book, some cold drink (for the first hour.. before the sun gets to it) and greenery. As long as you manage to ignore the airplanes (next time I'm taking my earphones with me.. radio is much more restive to listen to) all is good.

This is the Palm House..
All made of glass and very very hot and very very humid. and when the light hits it, just so, you can see the palms growing on the inside.
If your feeling really brave you can take the walk way around the top to get a feel of life as a monkey or bird.

Brighton blues...

2009-08-18T16:13:00.000-07:00

Simply stranded.. much like me trying to get back to sitting behind the computer after enjoying the pebbles and sunshine..

with the colours and bright lights. Lets put it this way, you'll walk away with what is essentially a c-vitamin kick to the head. Its lovely.

Everything from the wooden hand carved horses (like Anna here... Gorgeous creature) to the shop windows and walkways. Its all in vibrant colour. while the sea tends to go to the bluish tint and the greys... I'm starting to think they are trying to balance it out. by going in the opposite direction.

Anyway, missing it like crazy...

Then again, who does not miss vacation time? :7

Okej.. now back to work.... gnnnnnngnngnngngngnn

Brighton Pixies

2009-08-18T04:29:00.000-07:00

Rusty hand rail along the pier. I'm not quite sure what the purpose of the rope was but I'm thinking it was essential..

The Shark Tank at the Aquarium.. since flash fotography was forbidden and the lighting was set to looooow everything tended to be in the "fuzzy" category.. but oh well :)

Shop door at the pier. They do have a preference for colour over there..

The burnt down West Pier, it's been keept in its skelleton form as a reminder I guess. Its still beutifull though.

King And Mike. Two of the hundreds of fancy rides ... all named and tagged, and all with their own colouration and details. Gorgeouse!

The war of the cameras... Love in the background trying to distance himself from the agression :)

(mine was bigger by the way... )

Pizza on the boardwalk!

The Brighton Aquarium... I want one of these in my livingroom!

Sea blue tiles by the sea..

Pebbled beach, water and a beachball running away from the kids.

The Band Stand outside of our Hotell, at night it would be filled with salsa music and ppl joining in from the walk way.

Sea Turtle in the Shark tank at the Aquarium. A lot of capital letters, and its deserves it. Was gorgeouse. Weird build up since it all was underground, meaning it was cramped, stuffy and very very humid. But butifull, in that charming old woman with too much make up and a very colourfull dress on. '

The feet of the enemy...

They bomb innocent and steal food. what more can I say?

Love enjoying his Birthday Beer at a pub along the Lanes.

My Darling mother in law with the sunhat she bought at the stalls.

Brighton and other lovely things

2009-08-17T16:48:00.000-07:00

Brighton was lovely...
Am doing all I can to convince Love that we need to moooove! It was simply that good.
Then again if we move every time we go on vacation it might be a good idea to stay put for a little while in one place.

After a week with Loves mum on visit we've now been to Kew Gardens (amazing place) and Greenwich (pronounced gran-ich... weird english ppl) and we've accumulated over 1300 pixies...
Some will be shown as soon as I've gotten slattered with more after sun (I'm now skin coloured! WOHOOO!!!! instead of my usual snow white complextion. I've even managed to collect weird tanlines that show my state of undress. Also managed to buy a dress (Lady P.. you'll be mucho proud. Its moss green with lime green and purple details.. :D) and I've over used my memory card to the point of destruction (meaning that PP will be proud too :D)

Missed you all, will have a good rummage around to see whats happend since I left (yey! more posts to go thru than my normal meger one-a-day, its good to be home!)

Now I'm gonna get some sleep. Tomorrow, when blogger is not giving me a hard time for upploading to much, i'll be at it again.

Hugs and kisses all around (dont mind the sticky feeling, its just aftersun lotion)

Vacation Time!

2009-08-10T15:28:00.000-07:00

Going to brighton,
Gonna dip my toes in the sea (and hope the sea-monster does not get me)
Will eat cotton candy and pet wooden horses on the marry-goes-round-and-around..
will enjoy my first vacation in 2 years and will not even touch a computer!
Will not post anything here durring that time so see you on the other side. With a bit of luck I'll be a more well balanced and friendly person after this.

moon baying and garden sniffing

2009-08-07T15:43:00.000-07:00

Been sitting at the window, a piece of the security net (moscito net) has been peeled back and I've been trying to catch the moon (fiddeling with the camera and exposure time and ISO counts.. its fun.. what can I say.. I'm a nerd) and sniffing the garden air thats been wafting up from below.

I've got a bit of the sniffles so the honking goose sounds have been echoing over the closed of space between the two rows of houses that close the gardens off to the outside world. Me and the foxes taking turns when it comes to bugging the neighbours.

On monday my most wonderfull mom in law is comming to England, we're taking a mini brake and going to Brighton (sea-side resort).
Its the first vacation in 2 years and I've been counting the hours and days like a child preparing for santa clause to squeeze down the chimney. Can't wait.

The best part is that Irre is perfectly in sync with our ideas of a good time so we're looking forward to schlopping along at a good pace with frequent stops for coffee while doing just about nothing.

Oh and ofcourse hotel breakfasts. God I love a good hotell breakfast. That and the fact that all the laundry is done by someone else.
In my book, thats luxury..

Even though Love does most of the laundry in our house, I still dont mind it beeing done by hotell fairys that you cant see..
that and having your bed made up everytime you come back to the room.

Luxury!

Gonna dipp my toes in sea water, put my bumm down on sand and basically just sniff something else then stolen garden scents...

Now I'm gonna get back to my window, with the security net fastend tight against the monsters (irrational fear of moths... don't know why. thats why it's called irrational) and enjoy another couple of pages of the book I'm on.

Can warmly recommend Christofer Moore by the way. Very funny man.

Gotta fill up puppy-mugg with PG-tips, a dash of milk and a sugar (very very english.. ) and off we go..

sniff sniff.

time flies when your without a parachute..

2009-08-05T17:20:00.000-07:00

Lets just say the last day has not been.. hmm.. easy..
will be back with happier posts when my stubbed toe has recovered to its normal colour, I've recovered from my hate of the potato peeler (lost a nail and some blood) the bruises on my hip has faded and I don't feel the urge to scream uncontrollably at strangers on the street.
Its been one of those days... truly..

Long day, even longer night

2009-08-02T14:29:00.000-07:00

Slow day today, sleeping on and off between working and just not getting any energy to be honest. Need more coffee.. might need another walk (my tush will be shaped by this IKEA swivel computer chair soon) and another ciggie.

Lots of work to have finished by tomorrow so this'll be another all nighter by the look of things.

*eyerubb*

*knuckle cracking*

onwards and uppwards right?

ps. the feather was found on the serpentine.. freakily calm water and grey skies, therefor the monocrome feeling.
No photoshopping done to this one (except for the frame and cutting)
Weid that nature looks unatural at times.

Freaky birds and even freakier babies..

2009-08-01T21:03:00.000-07:00

now this is quite possibly the most disurbing (but still quite cool) advertisment i've ever seen. Does not hurt that their doing my favourite nostalgia song (rappers delight.. was on my over abused compliation tape when I was a kid.. for anyone under 20 this post just went pre-historic.. )

I havent quite decided if the animated babies are more sceary or the fact that Evian believes that babies should drink bottled water. I'm not a mom (god help the kid if I do become one) but last time I checked they did go more for the boob-juice then the sparkling water.

I might be wrong..

Anyway.. Me and Love are having a crappy time of getting our days into normal day pace again.

The latest problem was our neighbours either conducting a satanic ritual or simply inviting their 20 most tonedef friends over for a marathon kareoke session. Probably the later. But it was still painfull.
After spending 2 hours with the pillow stuck over my head trying to kill the noise we decided to simply run away from the problem. So we went for a morning walk at 5 am. taking the buss to trafalgar square and walking home cross town thru Hyde and Kensington Park.

Just follow the pink line.. :P

Oh and we found this on the way:
a blue beaked (billed?) duck..
Anyone seen these before?

Was a first for me..

Also had to slalom our way around geese, and their amazing piles of.. well.. uhm... Shit to be honest. You'd think that a bird would not be able to put to much out but hell..

Anyway, very sweet birds, except for the size and ofcourse the out put.. There's quite a lot of very friendly childrens stories about these guys in Sweden. Nils Holgersson beeing one of the more famouse ones (the kid rides around on a goose and sees the world)

And with that in mind I was quite happy to go " awwww cuuuuute"

untill I saw this..
Look at the fangs on that sucker!!!!

Did i sleep through some extremely important biology class (or Discovery channel episode)
are they now carnivores?
Should we be worried???

Anyway, putting an end to the talk of birds...
See.. theres one..
end of a bird.. :

My sense of humor just goes out the window (or rather down into the basement, curling up into the feotal possition and hides) when I havent sleept enough.

Anyway, thats a ducks bottom.

And I'm off to Tescos with Love to get us some brekkie.

weird Aerodynamics ...

2009-07-31T07:09:00.001-07:00

One of the luxuries of life;
going to Holland Park to enjoy their coffee (one of the best places to go in London actually.. ) and their toasted Paninis (today was a "cheese, spinage and wild mushroom" variety) that leaves you with that soft sated feeling while still drooling for more. Their simply that good.
Usually though it's quite sedate when we're there but today we did the mistake of oversleeping and ending up having to wade thur ankle biters, kneebiters and hipthumpers screaming and running around high on sugar and interaction.
Not to self: do not go there at noon..

also found this little chap on the fence walking back home again.
One question:
is he really able to fly?
Seriously, he looks like a little ball with a beak. Cute as a button though, but I cant imagine him actually flying... and he did not seem to show any inclination to do so even when i got close and personal with the camera.
How he got up on the fence is a mysery..

Striking a pose..
he was quite good at it actually.

And ofcourse, the must have folower pictures (we live in London after all... their everywhere)

Lucked out with the light striking the center of it making the star shape come out properly.

and ofcourse some more pink.

... always the pink...

lacking a poker face

2009-07-29T18:35:00.000-07:00

Working again (as always) sitting with my puppy cup, Loves moving-in-gift to me when we got the first apartment. Since we're not alowed any pets untill we buy our own place I'll be petting porceline for the forseeable future.

Currently Love is hunting one of the biggest buggs i've ever seen outside the discovery chanel.. Some kind of horse fly.. Love is bravely waving the mop around to try to reach the celing (5.5 meters up... high celing.. )

My hero!

Today he cruly pointed out that I have no poker face.

This after me having to run back up the stairs to get my hoodie (yeah.. i'm bad... ) with his keys in my hand (Love is also the keeper of stuff.. since he's usually equiped with pockets and me beeing horribly inept of ever getting my handbags out.. ) he shouts out for me to not forget the keys inside, since we then would not be able to get back into the house again.

As he says it he sees the start of the snicker thats passing over my face as I plot the master mind plan of pretending to have forgotten the keys, while keeping them out of side in my bra or some other amazing hiding place.

yeah..

he spotted it.

I blame my mother, as any person would.

She could always spot me or my brothers lying, meaning there was never any reason to since we'd be hung out to dry faster then you can say "guilty". So I'm now horribly inept at it.

takes the fun out of any prank, suprise or present since I can never put a lid on it. When love is getting suprise gifts I tend to jump around on the spot, looking very much like an overexcited golden retriver puppy with a bladder problem, not beeing able to wait to hand it over. (yeah.. chrismas comes many times before the actual date in our house... I envy the people that can buy something and then keep it hidden for months.. amazing.. )

Found this picture at the back of a folder. Its from the weeks or so into the now four years we've been bugging eachother. Cookie took it while we were having a balcony (I think home made shushi, I'm pretty flipping good at the rice-rolling and fish flapping) dinner with her and Rille.

Damned.. Look at that blond hair...

Love got a good incling of what was ahead after me changin my hair colour to almost purple within the first 2 weeks, rearranging the furniture within another couple of days and.. And he still offered me a tootbrush as well as my own drawer... Even after meeting my family.

Anyway, more about that some other time. As all other love sick bumble-bees out there I can go on about Love for hours. I'm gonna go give him a razzberry ontop of that gorgeouse dome of his (a sing of affection, truly) and fill puppy mugg up again, more coffe and then some more hours of getting the product shots up and running.

oh.. its 3 am.. frick..

oh well, early morning night tonight again.

morning walk pic's 2

2009-07-29T08:26:00.001-07:00

The view from the top of the stairs of our house (where we have two rooms, we're not rolling in enough cash to afford a whole one.. but one day.. one day... )

Its 6 am.. all is quiet and nice and golden light.

Makes it worth it to be a bit sleep deprived and wobbly kneed

Lovely empty streets. Only thing out and about were foxes and cats, running around trying to clean up the evidence of their world domination plans before the rest of us get up.

Someone was having a bit of fun with alternative ways of getting their curtains up.. or out.

Got to love notting hill when it comes to alternative ways of making your house pretty..

I mean, common, who does NOT want rainbow coloured silk swaying in the breeze?

A very very pink morning walk. Everywhere we looked.. Pink!

These cars (I belive their real brand name is Figaro) look like the swedish "Ahlgrens Bilar".. and they come in the same colour range actually. Cute as hell. I want one.. or 10.. each colour. to mach my socks. Go to your nearest IKEA to buy some (Ahlgreens, the Figaros are not available in flat-pack central) Their pretty darned good. We need to do a run too, I miss "salta sillar" and "Kalles Kaviar".. And ofcourse swedish meatballs with Lingon-jam. grrrr..

Where Barbie lives when she's on the run from the press..

More pink flowers. Seee.. no end to the pinkishness around here. I need to talk to the city council... The cotton-candy pink is great in smal doses, but toothdecay and diabetes cant be good.

Anyway, walk over. Got back home, worked and still doing it.
More pixies some other time, now I've got to hammer away on my own world dommination plans.

sleepdeprived morningwalk

2009-07-28T00:13:00.001-07:00

crappoka..
I've been trying to upload the other pictures, but the only things that get on there is the house that Barbie forgot... and the flowers.

okej.. so now the house wont come up either. GAAAAAAAAAAAH!!!

Could it be that my blog is doing a sit down.. or put down.. or what not against hte grey's?
is it requesting more pink? .. frick..
Anyway, lovely morning walk. Or rather late night walk. Havent gone to bed yet. Got a couple of hours of work to go, and dus beeing able to buy food (YEY!) so now we've been doing the run around the neighbourhood (we went to kensington garden and back. two hours of enjoying the relative calm of empty streets of London. )
okej.. lets try to get that squirrel in here..

and now i'll just give up..

I'll upload the rest later, when blogger is not trying to unbend my fingers from their tenouse grip of self controll.
have a lovely morning /or evening.. or midday..

this time difference malarky really does my head in.

MORE COFFE NOW!
:)

Night time thinking

2009-07-27T16:19:00.000-07:00

while I should be working..

Doing the finishing touches to the product photography we did, sipping my bastardised cocoa (mixed with coffe and extra milk.. it probably has fancy name over at Starbucks, here its known as "jum-jum i've got love in my tum-tum") and trying to get my mojo back on.

Its been hiding away in, trying on a new life possibly, where it won't be so abused and overused.

Need a vacation.

But hey, as they say.

whats meant for ye wont go by ye .. Right now drawing a blank as to what book I read it in..

Crap..

need to go to the library and return stuff.

Tomorrow.

Need to tie string of rememberance today.

Need to get back to work too.
enough of the dilly-daddeling!

upp upp and aaaawayyy..

-----------------

oh, I've now officially turned into my mother.

My lovely Cookie is off in Japan studying and beeing all fab as only she can, and now her and her lovely partner in crime is braving a tour-de-japan on scooters.

First thing I worry about is her having a helmet, glow in the dark vest and possibly one of those long poles with a flagg on that kids have on their bikes so that they wont be invisible in traffic..

see?

I'm my mother.

Oh well..

Could be so much worse.

My mum is cool.

One of her favourite sayings:

"No raven ever hatched an eagle"

Meaning no kid should ever complain about their parents since it will get back and bite them propperly on the bum.

Oh well, good thing my mums a dragon, feathers freak me out.

Did i digress?

Hmm...

I miss my producers, thats all.
that's them by the way, Father figure and all knowing mother. On a buss in London.
They still make out after 32 years. In theory its great, for us kids. Less so.
So if you have any complaints about this product, please direct your questions directly to them :D

BACK TO WORK!!!

toil and drudgery

2009-07-27T07:56:00.000-07:00

There's simly to much to do and not enough time to do it in.

will come back with an extencive brain melt pour-out as soon as things settle down a bit (hopefully tomorrow)
have a lovely day everyone. Hope your all bright eyed and bushytailed!
//M

Ladbroke Grove colours

2009-07-24T14:43:00.001-07:00

The tiled walls underneath the Ladbroke Grove station..

Colour is good yes? .. :)

Insomniac snoozing on trains

2009-07-24T14:11:00.000-07:00

I've spent a lovely day in Alton. First day outside of London since we moved here. (how sad is that)

Got to ride the train, enjoying english weather. Five minutes of rain followed by five min of sunshine, five min of rain.. sunshine... Basically god seems to have a problem with his plumbing.

that and trying to get a good picture of the "undulating" (great word huh? wrap your gob around that one for a thrill) landscape of rural england.. Sadly enough I ended up with a lot of blurry orange (trains) and greens (trees and shrubbery - another lovely world) jumping out infront of the view stealing the lime light.. oh well. better luck next time.

With only two hours of sleep I braved the London subway system to get to Waterloo (feel free to hum abba song here)

my favourite station (so far.. there are hundreds, I've only visited the ones between Kings Cross, Puttney Bridge, Hammersmith station and now Waterloo) is Baker Street.

Its truly gorgeouse, made in 1863 and looks pretty much like it did then, with a couple of extra layers of grime

Found this advertisment a bit bafferling though...
"Do every one under the sun"..

Seems a bit willy nilly to be honest.

The rain clouds aside, thats a lot of shagging they are asking for. Who are they targeting with this anyway?.. hmm..

Speaking of no shagging at all, spent a day with J, doing the creative thing (which turns out to be more creative the less sleep you get apparently.. weird that) and comming up with some solutions for work, enjoying the fact that I got to air out my polish when finding the nice cleaning lady to be from the same area where I used to work when I was a teenager working with horses. Turns out she was living there when I was there and actually rememberd me... Now that is weird.. I don't know if I'm more amazed or just freaked out. Will reasses it tomorrow. Now I'm gonna headbutt the pillow into submission, dream of rubber ducks (thank you Lady P) and probably not wake up untill sunday.

LottsaLöv out of London everyone.

shark infestation...

2009-07-23T14:57:00.000-07:00

The condensation from a Diet Coke bottle left the living room table wide open to problems like this.

Really should try to be more careful...

Love asks if I should get help, I tried telling him that Quint might not be that easy to reach, might even be dead (it was some years ago since they did Jaws) or simply out of practise..

Love sighs and gets another chance to think through his decision of hitching his genetic wagon to mine...
At least he plays along and shepherds the rubber ducks to safety.

Now excuse me while I go get the harpoon

travel buggs beeing fed..

2009-07-22T15:36:00.000-07:00

try to ignore the horrible purples mixed up with minty freshness and notice the apple some either senile or very kind person donated to the travelers of the London buss lines.

Everyday kindness is so hard to find at times that I'll keep telling myself that this was one of those. A true vitamin superhero trying to cure the masses of scurvey and I'm keeping to that story.

back to everyday drudgery..

2009-07-22T07:59:00.000-07:00

They came, they saw, they left.. (the people in the picture are of no relation to me or Love, they were just in the way when i was trying to take a picture of the arrivals halls at heathrow.. )

The Nilssons have left the building, and London, and left us crying with deep emotional scarring, but atleast they came!

Now we're back to working and trawling the streets of London at night with a small billboard looking for someone to fill the void/family (ha, like they could.. the nilssons are amazing.. )

Anyway, I'm back.. i still need to take the promised photos of the shopping (only two items.. sorry Lady P, but as soon as i get money , i'll get more :) ) and the everyday work things. tomorrow we're going out in the morning to go do some creative battery charging. Will bring back a bounty of meaningless photos

Like this one.. taken on the subway from heathrow.

Knuckle cracking and caffeein overdose ready to go back to work again.

may your day be a lot more mellow *eyerubb*

The horrid thruth..

2009-07-14T09:50:00.001-07:00

We all know how some people just make you rubb your eyes like a tired 4 year old and the, just possibly, take a bit of a restock of our lives. Hell, does not have to be a big thing.

Me.. im going thru my wardrobe (or closet.. or dresser if you so wish) because I've found Lady P (madlycreative.blogspot.com) and the eyecandy bursting of colour (and ofcourse the cupcake hats.. o god I love the cupcake hats.. ) just makes one take a tiny bit of stock.

And i've realized something..

I do NOT have enough colour.

The scarf above, that I got from "marvelouse malin" (and yes, that is her full name, she deserves it), that looks a bit like a mix of purple/green/glittery mould or moss is just about the most exciting thing I have..

Example. This is what you will find on opening my closet/wardrobe/dresser:

Darknes.. litterally... Its all black (and possibly a very dark plum/red/green colour)

And this dress.. (I only own 3.. but then again, i've moved house/countries so many times, I'm usually cleaning out more than acumulating, and I'm very busy telling myself that that is a GOOD thing) I've had since I was 18.

...

so that is 13 years since I took life by the cohoones (i can pronounce it.. not spell it) and actually bought something that was not black.

Feck..

So here's the new rule. No more black clothing.

Lady P my darling, thank you for the beutiful pictures and the insentive. And if i try to scrunch my face up and close my eyes I'm counting on you to colourfully bitchslapp me back onto the colour program!

More colour to the ppl damned it!!!

(I will however NOT go along with the 80's style that has been on the rampage the last couple of months.. what the feck are they thinking? Colours are not suppose to scratch the back of your eyeball, their suppose to caress them.. )

Picturesque..

2009-07-14T06:49:00.000-07:00

Love was stuck with a overexcited frog yesturday, bouncing from wall to wall high on starbucks coffee caramel frappo and armed with a phone camera.. and not afraid to use it.

Love is starting to believe in in psycopharma and possibly a leash solution while frog (yeah, I'm refering to myself in third person, it's that kind of day) believed in the gravely beuty of an old brick wall and blue painted fences.. and bubbly highly manicured bushes in perfect lines (top right corner)..

Today is the day of working hard, so I sneaked a couple of min off to slapp a couple of the pictures together and now its back to the grind stone. Need to find my coffee, my ciggies and possibly give Love a wet willy (finger in the ear, not anything to do with his pants, get your heads out of the gutter!). Back to work!

PS:

and here's one of the pretties pubs in London..

And yes, most pubs do look like they have been visited by the jolly horticulturist santa, its great :D

Letting my inner bitch roam free for a while

2009-07-12T05:33:00.000-07:00

With my friends my patience and understanding is close to endless.. since if I love someone they basically get a free card (then again my truly close friends can be counted on two hands and leave some fingers to spare, I'm very picky... ) and strangers can count on me actually checking if their dead, climb into overturned trucks to lift out the drivers that are stuck upside down (yeah, I'm strong too) and help just about anyone that seems to be in an underdog position.
But strangers that are so egotistical and, to be honest, so stupid that the calorie count in a glass of skimmed milk is higher then their IQ and truly believe that their right to call on my door at 12 at night and then later at 2 am in the morning to get into the house to visit the neighbour upstairs.. will get their just deserves..

I'll start from the beginning..
Me and Love were spending a nice quiet night in on Friday when our doorbell went off (it sounds like a cow in distress.. not a very soothing sound) I scramble out of bed and walking out into the hallway in my nighty with my hair medusa-like standing on end thinking there's either some emergency or someone needing help.
I meet 3 waifs with their arms full of shopping (booze and drinks by the sound of clinking) and I naturally question them what's up. They do not look a day over 12 (might be 18) and they unanimously reach no higher than my rack, so i get to do some down-the-nose-evil-eye while they gibber that they are just visiting Dom (eh? who?) and they did not know what button to push.. so they pushed all of them. (Clever!!!) Giving them a small smack on the head I let them pass.

A couple of hours later, at 2 am, our buzzer does the distressed sea-creature sound thing again.. Me, again, crawling out of bed to go out, this time with Love right behind me find 2 of the little mongrels coming thru the door again. This time however I go into ranting mode, scaring one of them into running up the stairs while blocking the other ones escape.
Questioning her education (I live in apartment D.. if she wants to get into apartment A, should she then not be able to find the correct button, and stop pressing mine? - no pun intended)
her gibbering the same flipping excuse (after all ready having been in the house once, at least) gets the final warning:
"One more blond bimbo puppy ringing my buzzer in the middle in the night will be tossed out on her ass while being thumped over the head with a rolled up newspaper... got that? need me to write it down? Now go back to school and learn your ABC"

Anyway.. this bitch has reached the end of her tether, and seriously thinking about getting a chewy toy to get some frustrations out... Some times I do feel that the right to reproduce should be given to the selected few.. There's to many idiots out there..

tounge technique

2009-07-10T06:29:00.000-07:00

Swedish Saying: "hålla tungan rätt i mun".

the straight translation being: "holding your tongue correctly in your mouth". means to concentrate and of course to shut up basically.

well, I'm doing it damned it. it looks like a project I've been working on for the last 2 months is finally coming to a close, and its all i can do to keep my wits about me for the last stretch. I'm almost giddy with relief!

and looking at this picture I realize how badly set my nose was, looks like a ziggzagg line .. cute wonky right? *grins*
Just need to keep in mind to not get it out of joint again!

Taking the high road

2009-07-09T09:31:00.001-07:00

A small sign on how long its been since we've been in Sweden last (and how childish we really are) we unpacked the gift for Tin (Loves nefew) about half a year ago. Its now parked on our window ledge.

Atleast I can start my morning with revving a small electric engine and do crash stunts against Loves feet. Its not a bad way to start a day! Need to get new batteries though, red is getting a bit slow when going uphill.

oh and here's a weird fact. When we moved in here in december last year we found writing on the window (yeah, they were that dirty) "I'm cold in London"... the last tenant must have been really desperate to try to get help by writing on the ( I asume) frost on the window.. un-famouse last words possibly?

lost and found

2009-07-08T11:15:00.001-07:00

Found my travel-duck. Tiny as he is he managed to escape the bathroom and find his way into the office/bedroom. Hiding under the bed actually. Dont know why. Maybe he needed a brake from white tiles and echoing pipes. Then again, I've been known to leave the remote controll in the fridge and my keys stored safely behind books. I'm the first to addmit Im not the most well organized person.

Right now debating what kind of dinner we should have (it will end up beeing pasta with cold sause and cold cuts anyway, so in truth i should stop arguing with myself)
and my tummy is rumbling. Right now in a bit of a bind on what to write to be honest. As the polish saying goes: a hungry Pole is a cranky one.. and a well feed one is sated and lazy. Just have to find those couple of ounces of energy to crawl into the kitchen and get to chopping and cooking.

anyway, I'm doing the lazy answer to todays post. One of those horrible Q&A's that I got sent over Facebook. Horrible things but atleast easier than having to come up with anything witty and fun right now (yeah yeah, i know, easy out)

What is your salad dressing of choice?
thousand islands.. or some islands.. or what not.. trick question!!
What is your favorite sit-down restaurant?
The Sarastro, close to Covent gardens. Its done up with small balconies and little cubby holes. Oh and the ladies room is porn on wheels (artistic nudie stuff). Besides the toilets. They do great food, wonderfull lighting and its like sitting in Alladins Cave. Bling everwhere.
What food could you eat every day for two weeks and not get sick of?
Curry and fried rice from Aurelia (little chinease take-out rest in Fulham).. god i miss them...and Sushi... Hate fish, love sushi. Who'da thunk it?
What are your pizza toppings of choice?
buggerit.. dont even eat pizza any more.. I do miss the "sallads rulle" from Oden in Västerhaninge though.
What do you like to put on your toast?
Marmelade... marmalade.. friggit.. I might have to go check the spelling on the jar.
How many televisions are in your house?
1 tiny one in the living room... its useless
What color cell phone do you have?
black/grey.
Do you have an Ipod?
nah, everything's on my phone. Get back to me when i can afford a Iphone.
Are you right-handed or left-handed?
righty-tighty...
Have you ever had anything removed from your body?
teeth, gravel, stitches, my eye for 10 min (they had to fix a muscle behind it) ... and a LOT of hair. (years x difference in hairstyles + leg and underarms shaving... mindboggling..
What is the last heavy item you lifted?
Robert
Have you ever been knocked unconscious?
yeah, quite a few times actually.
How many pairs of flip flops do you own?
none actually. if "foppa-tofflor" counts, my mother-in-law has a pair of bright orange ones waiting for me at her summer house.. for when me and Love do slave work and ruin her plants.
Last time you had a run-in with the cops?
run-in? what constitutes as a run-in?
Last person you talked to?
Älsklingen (robert).. amazing huh? he still talks to me..
Season?
winter, very early spring.
Day of the week?
The one I get to sleep late on. It varies..
Month:
does it matter?.. really?
Missing someone?
Family and friends in sweden. Extended family and friends in Poland, Holland and some ohter places.
Mood?
Not bad.. just a wee bit jawny.
What are you listening to?
Midsummer murders rerun on the miniscule telly..
First place you went this morning?
back to sleep.. it was sleep-in-day today.
What's the last movie you saw?
Oh god.. I think it was Bolt .. in 3D actually. With Love and Tommy. I need to get out more!
Do you smile often?
yeah... like a shark...
Sleeping Alone Tonight?
nah, my lifes work of stealing Loves pillows and hogging the blanket has just begun.
Do you always answer your phone?
nah. Theres this new thing called a "ansaphone"... its great!
It's four in the morning and you get a text message?
Worried that someone is dead, in the hospital, in jail or needs help. When finding out none of that has happend there will be someone dead or in the hospital, i'll be in jail and we'll all need help.
If you could change your eye color what would it be?
I'm good actually. They change by them selves. Blue to green to grey. Besides. have you heard of coloured contacts?
If you could change your hair color, what color would you change it ?
Did last week. Wait a couple of weeks and there will be a new one.
What flavor do you add to your drink at Sonic?
whatdaF?¤)(WW is a Sonic? the little blue thing in the playstation? or was that the fox..
Do you own a digital camera?
yeah, two actually. or three.. loosing count.
Have you ever had a pet fish?
yeah. he died.
Favorite Christmas song(s)s
I've got to learn the partridge song before x-mas this year... OOOooooneee Gooooold RIIiiiing!
What's on your wish list for your birthday?
Seeing the family, getting a vacation, making out with Love
Can you do a chin up?
ofcourse.. *tilts head* see?
Can you do pushups?
Sure, got two. Only use them when wearing the little black dress though. On a day to day basis having your tits blocking the view of the floor is not a good thing.
Does the future make you more nervous or excited?
Very exited. Puppy-floor-piddling excited actually. Life is good!
Do you have any saved texts?
Silly silly question
Ever been in a car wreck?
yeah, but I've never been the reason for them though. (I'm an idiot-magnet it seems)
Do you have an accent?
Yeah, but it depends on who I spend time with. My "own" is canadian mixed with south african I've been told (a couple of years in holland did it i guess)
What is the last song to make you cry?
Halleluja with Jeff Buckley. and i was hormonal ok???
Plans tonight?
some work probably, oh the excitement!
Have you ever felt like you hit rock bottom?
Ofcourse.
Name 3 things you bought yesterday?
ciggies (yes, always nr one)
pasta
tomatoes
Have you ever been given roses?
Plenty of times. Weird huh?
Current worry?
money as always. but it usually works out in the end. Not much for worrying. no point really.
Current hate right now?
uhm.. dont have one really. Waste of energy.
Met someone who changed your life?
ofcourse. what would be the use of ppl if they didnt?
How did you bring in the New Year?
standing on a piece of grass at the St James park with Love and Mum-in-Law. Trying to figure out how Londoners do the new year. Its quite different from sweden i have to say. Oh and we had glögg.. it was good. then the police told us to move on and we went home. (does that count as a run-in with the police?)
What song represents you?
one song? just one song? you have to be kidding me, I've got a soundtrack.. a soundtrack box with extended library damned it.
Have you ever dated someone longer than a year?
Dated? for over a year? that would be horrible. Been in relationships longer than that though. Dating stops after you've swaped bodily fluids, keys and possibly familymembers and friends right?
Do you have any tattoos/piercings?
Piercing
Will you be in a relationship 4 months from now?
but ofcourse. Its not like Robert is every gonna get away now is he? *waves the keyes and secret security code to the schakles*
Does anyone love you?
Quite a few, I'm very lovable and ofcourse my family have no choice.
Would you be a pirate?
Not really.. I'd look horrible with a mustash and goatee..
What songs do you sing in the shower?
horrible pop songs that get stuck from tv advertisment and possibly old childrens songs. I've got Shit FM playing at the back of my head quite constantly I'm afraid.
Ever had someone sing to you?
yeah, its fun. Specially the finger pointing and laughing :)
When did you last cry?
uhmmm.. a month ago, when realizing i was not going back to sweden to see the family. Had a wee bawls in roberts lap, and then got over it.
Do you like to cuddle?
got a black belt even.
Have you held hands with anyone today?
and other stuff.
Who was the last person you took a picture of?
Robert actually.. against his will, as always.
What kind of music did you listen to in elementary school?
oh god... a-ha.. erasure.. queen (not my choice) Kiss, twisted sister.. madonna.. uhmm.. simply red.. feck.. i need to find those old compilation tapes..
Do you believe in staying close with your ex's/prospects?
Hell no. Unless you've got kids then a firm no. I dont have too many rules in life but not sleeping with friends is one of them. ergo: if you have sleept together you cannot go back to beeing friends.
Are most of the friends in your life new or old?Old actually, but working on a few new ones. Quality before quantaty though.
Do you like pulpy orange juice?
weird question, but sure. 43)
What is something your friends make fun of you for?
My natural bitchyness. and my inabillty to be girly.. and ofcourse my baby brother makes fun of my small hands (he's equiped with shovels and the end of his arms.. bully) so many things really.
If it were possible, would you want to know the day you were going to die?
Hell no!
If you could change your name, what would you change it to?
I change it all the time. Or rather others do it for me. Last one was "margarita"... happy hour huh?
One thing about you that you dislike?
My tempter at times.

flower power

2009-07-07T13:55:00.000-07:00

Im living in a country where they feed the flowers steriods... or it just migh be that they have more sun days than any other country Ive ever been in. Im starting to think, after a year of waiting for that english weather to get me down, its just a flipping hoax... They are simply trying to keep everyone else out, including tourists...

More roses from Regents Park. A place that is stock full of them.. You just want to jump in and roll around, and if you have any inkling of self preservation you'll leave it at that. They do not fiddle around with the thorn-free varieties here, that would be for woossy gardeners right? And these at least have some humor to them. This one is called Sexy Rexy... Or was it IceCream.. there were so many...

a year and five days

2009-07-07T05:21:00.000-07:00

Its been over a year ago since we stumbled of the plane from Sweden and tugged our oversized bags onto the subway to go into the city.

We spent the first week running around like crazy trying to find somewhere to unpack. Our comand center was at a small hotell right outside Kings Cross and was the size of a postage stamp. To put it bluntly, if you wanted to get to the bathroom you had to evacuate the rest of the residents (thankfully there was only me and Love) onto the bed and then play tetris with the luggage. Meaning you could never leave things to the last minute or youd end up having to pay for a new carpet.

We actually ran into the lovely bearded wonderwoman when trying to get to Parsons Green after just having signed our contract (we got a appartment within 5 days) We wernt even aware of it beeing the Pride carnival before we were smack in the middle of fake boobs, glitter and glam. I had an instant crush on wonderwoman, how can you not?? Besides, he works those heels better than I would ever be able to, so there was a level of envy as well :P

Anyway.. were still in London.. Its pretty damned cool..

and if your in the neighbourhood.. Must sees in London:

Regents park (with zoo and ofcourse the rose garden) you can spend easily 3 days there and still be missing out.

TGI Friday in Fulham. Best burgers, best milkshake and good music.. and also possilbly the best place to cool down on summer day (they have ass kicking airco.. These things are important to us polarbears.. )

Holland Park. Off the beat. Almost no tourists (they all get stuck in Kensington or Hyde Park.). You might have to fight your way thru when the buggy-brigade decent on the area, but usually its very nice and very serene.

The Swan. A pub located on Bayswater Rd, when we were here for the first time together (vacation 2 years ago.. also the same time we decided to actually move here. Yes.. impulses are to be obeyed!) it was our place of dinner and resting weary feet. Lovely pub, lovely staff and a very nice outside seating area. If your there on a sunday you also get the Bayswater Rd art exibition to look at while your wolfing fish and chipps (lets face it. its what you´ve got to choose when eating in London on vacation)

Edgeware Rd.. one of the stranger market places in London. Cheap as hell and very weird products at times. But fun!

If your into bodyslaming and getting very personal with about half the huma population do Portobello Rd on saturday. I do recomend just about anyplace besides that actually. And I live here. (we tend to work on saturdays and sundays, easier to take days off -hahahaha- on working days and get around on without having to get agro)

anyway... I've been here a year... YEY! And in about 9 days the Nilssons (Loves cousin, cousins amazing and wonderfull wife and two pods... the only pods in history that have made me belive that children are not the end of life) are decending on us. We are braced, we are ready. Let it rip!

exercise in futility..

2009-07-06T15:08:00.001-07:00

I'm not a very girly-girl.. more of a tom-boy to be honest.
When i still had a car i'd more than happily spend a weekend working on getting new speakers in or fighting of the never ending rust attacks (it was an old Golf from 88. 2,4 inch exhaust.. 1.8 liter engin.. 120 hoursepower little shit car lowered to butscratching depths and tires that cost more than the car itself. ... miss my Örjan).

I would do theraphy driving. meaning you take the car as far out as you can untill the dial is half down on the gas.. then you turn around...
Thankfully I then choose a man that was more than happy to do these kinds of weird unplanned excurtions in the middle of the night to find himself in a new place to see the sun.
I love camping and dont mind getting dirty..
I know what a lambda-zond is (just dont know what its called in english),
I play a decent game of poker, and and I have quite a good right arm swing.
And i horribly suck at loosing (apparently victory dances are not very girly either according to some)
I spent most of my time with male friends, meaning i can wrestle just about anyone, and bodyslaming is a sign of enderment (now imagine Loves everyday life.. and comiserate.. ) anyway. I do have a fondness for one thing
(and no.. its not shoes. The ones on the pic are one out of the three pairs I own. When they fall to pieces I buy new ones, not a minute before. and usually showing up at the store with half a sole flapping in the wind)
but nailspolish.. now theres a fixation worth having.
I now have emerald green toenails which noooone except Love and now possibly a few lost souls on the net will ever see.

Specially since walking around barefoot in London is not so much silly as downright stupid.

the reason for emerald green toes? so that Love can keep on asking the usual questions when refering to just about any of my actions: "whyyy-hyyyyy, oh god, whyyyyyy??"..
and mainly of course for myself. All hail colour, even the sparkly ones you cant ever see!

PS: I do realize that Cookie will probably demand my "womans-club-card" back due to the lack of shoes in my wardrobe.. and the lack of wardrobe. Black goes with anything else that is black. Cuts down dressy time yeah?..
I'll just have to flash tits at anyone in doubt regarding gender specification
DS

PS2: and no. asking me if I'm a boy or girl will not get you bobby shots. Get over it
DS2

Sweden calling

2009-07-06T03:30:00.000-07:00

My darling mum-in-law and Tommy (Loves cousin, a very handy man if you could not tell by the picture) is trying to lure us back to Sweden by sending us "you could be here" pictures. Apparently the little shead that Tommy built on the edge is suppose to be our home away from home, so to speak. Now if a shed is not love, what is? ... Really.. ?

and besides, bribes are not bad either. I miss the summer house in Hemfosa...

Puppy Love

2009-07-05T18:46:00.001-07:00

Found pictures on our external hard-drive. So I've spent the last 20 minutes blubbering gently into my keyboard with a wobbly lip.

This was Hades (yeah i know, what's in a name right? I blame my brother. I got to choose the family dog, he got to choose the name)
He was the destroyer of snowmen, hunter of anything that moved and tracker of anything he liked. Tail up high and head down, looking very much like a furry radio-car...

He was to be 13 years old this year. But his body decided that enough was enough (he was after all a BIG dog.. 55 kg's in his prime) and my parents had to take him to the vet when his stomach gave out and the pain got to much. That was about 2 months ago.

"Ful-hund" was the pet name. Means dog-ugly.. But since it was always said with love and a good ear-tugg he knew I didn't mean it. . Me and my parents had shared custody of him (since I was working fulltime out of different offices most of the time) and it was a good setup.

When Love joined the family he somehow managed to take the nr 1 place in "ful-hundens esteem". Dont know how. Hades always tried to bully other bf's out of the picture - and most often succeded.. big dog, big teeth, wins hands down every time.

With Love it was puppy-dog eyes and sneaking up into the coutch everytime I left a space. Once even sneaking up on the bed. I actually woke up from beeing pushed onto the ledge of the bed, turning around and looking over Loves shoulder (I'm usually the sea-star of the family, taking up 80% of the bed) I saw this nose sticking up and then the sound of big dog sliding down on the floor and scuddling out into the hallway knowing he was not suppose to be there.

Never when I was around though.

To smart for that. I can't say he was a nice dog. He was not friendly.

Tailwagging was strictly for family and friends (few of them). The rest got the cold shoulder or the sneaky eye (he was quarter boarder-collie. their not known for their love of strangers, and his mother was, to be very frank - a bitch. she'd put her teeth into anyone she could. )

anyway. Not a very nice dog, but a very smart one. We had our own language. "go around" was a command to go around who ever we were meeting in a cirkle (specially if they were leading another dog) meaning we never had to have the alpha-male bullshit fights. "Ta dom djävlarna" was "take the bastards".. meaning he was allowed to chase what ever he was marking out (we lived in the woods ... truly.. I'm a bush baby at heart) Only time that went awry was when he found one of the moose and figured it would be a nice suprise, sheperding the damned thing back to me. .. Not his brightest moment..
He was barely ever on a liece. He was also housetrained within 3 days after he got in to the house when he was a puppy. Now that is a good dog.. (I truly hate whiping pee and poo of the floor)

His guard dog duties were taken very seriously. Very nice to have when we would go out camping with Love. Just the 3 of us and a small Golf and a HUGE tent (always needed when you've got a dog.. german shepards tend to have a .. bouque when getting damp. Lets leave it at that).

He was a total teather monkey (again a straight translation from swedish.. ) he gave a good show.. One of the more rememberable moments was going to Tensta (a suburb to Stockholm, know to be a bit rough). Comming up from the subway to visit my friend a couple of guys saw me and started calling names and propositions, while the dog was still hidden behind bushes doing his business of marking the place as his own. As any boy does yes?

anyway. I had come around on the walk path and I was asking what exactly they thought they were doing when H came around, standing to perfect attention on my left side. Head down and a very soft very low growl comming out of him while the shackles came up on high end. I've never seen boys run so fast in their life..

And that was my dog. more of a clint eastwood cool bad-ass then the screaming raging sort.

And he always waited for his que.

Anyway. Next time I go home to see the parents there will be no howling and grumbling and moaning about what we've missed (usually done on the floor with a wet nose under your chin and a wagging butt) No more belly rubbs or jaw clamping (his way of showing love) and no dog talking (groans and whines, it always sounded like he was trying to keep a very bad tune)..

So. that was Hades.
Any dog after that will probably be a disapointment (I dread the day I get landed with a dumb one.. I'll go crazy probably, but no doubt love them just the same)
He set the bar pretty damned high.

Okej. its now 3 am. Gonna catch some zzz's and get back to life without a dog.
It sucks.

tomato - tomaato, potayto - potaatoo..

2009-07-05T09:23:00.000-07:00

waiting for spuds to boil and chicken kievs to roast to perfection (or at least past the risk of salmonella) tomato salad to go with that and bob's your uncle.. or geoff.. or any name really.. if you even have an uncle.

The English have some very weird word play and we're trying to acclimatize as well as possible.

The straight translations such as the dutch "onder de knie" (meaning you have everything under control) goes turns into "under the knee".
And of course the Swedish "tomma tunnor skramlar mest" . Meaning "empty barrels make the loudest racket".

I got a lifted eyebrow from B when stating I wanted to "get all my ducks in a row" before we went on with a project and I'm thinking that that one flew right over his head on rubber wings (wobbly reference to earlier post)

And of course the polish ones. Sitting in my living room here in London pealing tatters I horribly miss my mums kitchen table. It has burn marks from one x-mas when the "advent ljusstake" (four candles that you light one after the other Sundays before Christmas) My brother went into the living room telling my dad that the kitchen was on fire. My father - firmly attached to the tv due to sport events - put it down to children's imagination until my uncle went running in to save the day. Anyway. its a good table. and i miss blabbering in polish.
Sayings like "wygladasz jak pies cie morde lisal" (you look like a dog licked your face, allthough "morde" is a bit uglier word than face) and the singsong quality of the polish language.
Okej, I admit it.. I miss my mom.. and my dad.. They drive me completely off the wall in 10 minutes flat but still. Their mine (all though I've got to share with two brothers)

Ok.. i think the potatoes are done now.. gonna go poke them and then mash em up. Dinner is served. *tummy rumble*

Ducky Love

2009-07-04T17:23:00.000-07:00

This is Gunter. The Glow-in-the-Dark Duck that lives on top of the bathroom light fixture (for loading of light so that he gets that extra juice to shine)
I've got a rubber duck obsession, anyone having had a terrified visit to our bathroom when we still lived in Stockholm will tell you about the uncomfortable feeling of being watched by hundreds of small beady rubber eyes while doing your business is possibly not the most relaxing experience.

When we moved to London we sold off just about everything, including the quite huge family of ducks, rubber fish, a submarine, shark and assorted fun stuff (yes, i can spend hours in the bath, a book, a cold drink and possibly a ciggies - yes I admit, i do smoke in there too - with the ducks you can even argue the finer points of existentialism *cough*)
Anyway. we sold it all. All I took with me was a miniature duck with sunglasses and a snorkel. Size: 1.5 cm in height. So a perfect travel companion.

Anyway, Love - being the most perfect male specimen in the history of humanity and possibly spanning all other species as well - has copped on to my fetish and loves me enough to supply me with fresh ducky flesh at times. Gunter above was for example a x-mas gift last year, when we were suppose to not give gifts (I spent x-mas with my family in Sweden, while he had über-mom-in-law here in London visiting). When we got our first keys to our apartment in London he picked this keyring out:

It does sound, light and of course goes of every time you sit down with you keys in your pockets, giving you the possibility of meeting the RSPCA in person if anyone thinks you just sat down with a duck in your pocket... all in all the perfect key fob really.

Anyway, pocket-kwack (yes, I ran out of names after the first 250) is now going into pension since the key ring bit actually has ripped off (handbag injury)... the hunt is on...

I just realized i've possibly written over 300 words about rubber ducks, and yes, the bloom of shame will possibly be on my cheeks as soon as the overdose of sleep (16 hours in the last 24 hours.. its amazing) has worn off.. but untill then. Enjoy the kwack

snoozy morning

2009-07-04T08:29:00.001-07:00

Found this spiffy little electric car parked in westminster when we were working for B, its a yoga company car.. very cute.. to bad they had to pick the ugliest electric version on the market.

anyway, we've been sleeping like clubbed seals (swedish expression, does not translate to well) Had a beer for dinner yesturday and we settled down with the laptop in bed to watch the colour of magic (terry pratchetts work, good fun) only to fall asleep mid way (not Mr Pratchetts fault)... Spent most of the night drumming my fingers on Loves head, witch anoyes him to no end, while waiting to fall asleep again. And presto.. we wake up after another 9 hours sleep and its saturday afternoon.

I'm haiving a vauge susspition that we need a vacation pretty soon.

Its over two years since our last one and the last couple of months have been pretty hectic. To this point we've never had a full day without work. One of us always sucumbs to the draw of the computer and there is always someething that needs to be done NOW..

*rubbs eyeballs with fists*

anyway, its good to have work, i just need some down time too soon. Sorry about beeing cranky, will be my usuall suny-side-up-with-a-splash-of-sarcasam tomorrow, promise.

I'm gonna do some syncronized swimming with the rubber ducks now (yes, i have more than one... *cough* ) and then back to work again.

Cherrios (with milk) // M

Strawberries and cream while waiting for rain..

2009-07-03T04:12:00.000-07:00

We've spent the morning going to get food at the supermarket and ofcourse treating ourselves to StarveBucks lovely panini.. New york style pastrami and chicken.. with the lovely mango chuttney. Seriouse drooling problem actually. I added to the indulgance with a strawberry and cream frappocino.. and i'll be paying for it for the next two days (slightly lactose intolerant) BUT IT WAS WORTH IT DAMNED IT!

Anyway, now home again, will get back to work and do some good. Spent our day off yesturday at home, doing absolutely nothing but playing games on the computer. I've become addicted to Puzzle Quest Galactrics. Thank you Boel... :)
Now I simply need to find out if i can do some kind of time lock on it so that I dont forget the rest of my life.

Oh and "Perveboy + Togari = LOVE" according to the local picknick bench.. I wonder if it will last.. somehow I don't think Perveboy is the kind of guy that stays around, no matter how many exclamation marks he uses..

Light in the dark...

2009-07-01T15:39:00.000-07:00

here we go then. The dancing and singing and blinking (well.. actually it only blinks... the rest is, honestly, done by me.. ) lighter.

We just got back from our night walk, gonna do a couple of more hours of work and since we're out of water filters (and drinking London water is not what you would call a refreshing experience) we went in search of the bottelled variety. We have a small shop up a couple of streets by St. Helens Church where we managed to get in allthough they we're closing down. Their real sweethearts, the problem beeing they have copped on to my real mental age (around 4) so when buying ciggies (thank god I'm over 30.. that way i can do that and still act like a 4 year old) the nice shoppkeeper and his (I think) brothers agreed that this lighter was just what i needed.. And sadly enough they're right.. Me and Love went away with a bottle of Volvic and me running around blinking and doing "wooo-wee-wooo-weeee" noices (pretending to be a police car).. yes.. very sad.

Anyway, back inside the furnace/shoebox. and now I'm gonna get back to making the 6x3 meter banner for the forensic company. while ocationaly dooing "woo-weee-woo-wee" noices under my breath..

Chumpy strikes a pose

2009-07-01T07:04:00.000-07:00

Now here we go: Chumpy.

He's living in the basement off of Duke Street and allthough a bit cranky he does respont well to severed limbs and the occational child.

London Pets..

2009-06-30T15:24:00.001-07:00

hmm.. for some reason blogger is refusing to post my pictures today.. so you'll have "chumpy" on display tomorrow instead. He's a resident of Duke St, and I'm horribly jelouse of his owner.
More tomorrow.

Cover your eyes...

2009-06-30T03:45:00.000-07:00

Or atleast weare sunglasses when looking straight at them... and dont come running to me when your snow-blind and wishing you'd have listened... :P

The best part is the light tan over the bridge of the foot, where the pants have ended .. looks like i'm slightly dirty (non-exiting sort of dirty, unless you need seriouse help).

anyway, we're going to take our first day off in 2-3 weeks on thursday, I'm not comming back unless I've atleast managed to get skin coloured!

Melting and other problems

2009-06-29T06:18:00.001-07:00

Its Monday. Hear yee hear yee Hair yaaa..
and its bloody well boiling outside. Humiditiy is in the hair curling procentage, and I'm melting.. its quite embarassing really.. I was than treated to a walky, as always we went to wormwood's and I have to say you do NOT feel sexy when you flash your legs and ppl drop to the ground screaming while protecting their eyes. yes.. I am, in fact, the whites woman in England. And that is no small feat let me tell you. This is after all the land of redheads (even though the Irish do not admit to england actually excisting.. )

Anyway, the payoff was a coffe and ciggie on the way back at the memorial park we have close to home. Hmmm... I love coffee..

Specially when enjoyed under the protection of great big honking parasolles that keeps the sun off me. All good!

Anyway, back to work. Got loads to do and not enough time to do it (a good thing!)

Happy b-day Cookie, ya old hag :D

2009-06-28T17:13:00.000-07:00

Happy B-day Sweetie. There's not a lot of ppl I'd ever force to listen to me singing, but you can count yourself to one of the unlucky few ;)
(and yes.. that is suppose to be a horribly bad impresonation of the marilyn monroe birthday song... just have a good laugh and I'll tally it off as a b-day present!)

Grattis Grattis Grattis!

Dan-Dan is a Dumb-Dumb..

2009-06-27T08:47:00.001-07:00

... and possibly a knob, as they say here in England. We took the morning walk thru Helens Garden, picked up a sandwitch at the cafe (where the lady behind the counter pilfhered my boyfriend to take behind the counter.. only to plugg in a boiler that she could not reach the socket off, granted, but still. Good start to the morning! I love cheeky old ladies) and then I found that our favourite bench at Little Wormwood Scrubs has been molested by Dan-Dan.. Or as he will from now on be know: Dumb-Dumb.. Hey, if the doodie-head had atleast made an effort of making it look good, I would not have complained, but this is just shit to be honest. My unborn nefew/niece can do better!

Oh and I spent last night (from 4 pm to around 12) with Casper and Nanna, trying to keep our table to ourselves and ppl's elbows out of our ears, enjoying pints and points by staying in one place for basically 7 hours. I've got the rivet marks on my bum to proove it too! Was lovely to see them again, and common, is this not the most gorgeouse couple you've ever seen. And I got

to work on my dutch! Seems I rememberd more than I thought I would. Hell, I even managed to scrap a couple of sentences together without them going "huh?". I was proud as punch (and just about as high on alcohol) . They then went on to Shoreditch for dancing. Me, I woosed out and went home to crawl into bed, because lets face it... I'm to old. Buggerit, I could barely keep awake on the bussride home. Dancing would be so far passed me it would be pathetic.

Fulham... home sweet home

2009-06-25T13:03:00.000-07:00

We've been out doing footwork this morning, this time in Fulham. What used to be our "home-sweet-home".. and we miss it!

And in two weeks its the "fair on the green" and we are sooo there. We missed it last year since we had just signed the papers for the apartment on New Kings Rd, but on our way from Camden (where we were living in the smallest hotell room known to man) we we're sucked into the Pride Parade...

managed to turn a corner and end up with gorgeouse men in full beards and netstockings and a full wonderwoman atire streched over a well honed beer belly, I fell in love on the spot! (I've got the pictures somewhere, need to find them.. ) . I love london.. Seriously... No where else do you end up cuddled by dragqueens when trying to get across town :)

Fulham is home though. Ladbroke Grove, where we live now is nice... but New Kings Rd is .. heaven *dribbles a bit and sheads a tear*

And ofcourse we miss our Curry..

Theres a small little whole-in-the-wall chinese restaurant, they dont even put out tables, its all take-away and home delivery. And they make the best Curry and pork dumplings in London. I kidd you not!

The name of it is Aurelia, and their on wandsworth Bridge Rd... and we go to sleep every night crying our eyes out because we're now living to far away to get home-delivery.

We've actually vowed to make sure that we live within their "driving range" next time we move house, their that good...

blessed clover oil and a good nagg

2009-06-24T12:06:00.001-07:00

He's up for sainthood pretty soon. We spent the morning going thru the reasons why I should go to the dentist (I hate them.. seriously, i fear very little, but they are definately on the top 2 list.. ) and he's sweet enough to put a pillow between me and the wall when I try to thump myself into oblivion because of the face pain (its way beyond toothache.. its great to have colds)

And ontop of that hes sutch a hunk-a-hunk-of-burning-love. Grrrr.. I mean, common, look at those dimples!!

I'm sorry, I digress. We also went to the lovely pharmacy down ladbroke grove. Got into a lovely talk with the family that runs it. The Alfpha Female (im thinking she's the mom of the family) has the most gloriouse and softly rolling rrrr's ever and speaks with a beutiful Indian accent. She also wears one of those beutifull saris with more colours than a test picture on the tv and I definately got a bit of a crush on her, or rather I'd love to be indian middle aged woman with flaying arms, rolling rrrrr's and a definate gravitas than a 30 something whitebread troll with a toothache. Anyway, we had a moan about prices ( I told them what it costs in Sweden, and as always, that takes home the baccon.. Sweden is a bit pricey..) and as always. A good moan bonds like nothing else in this country.

Anyway, besides the codine paracetamol (good stuff apparently, but I'm not on it yet.. I hate pills..) the nice lady gave me something called Clover Oil.. and it works! dont even need the pills basically. I'm still going to the dentist (there will be no blogg that day most probably.. I'll be shaking to much) but this will atleast keep me a little closer to sanity, or whats left of it.

Anyway again, back to work again. hope your all fine. Gimme some good news to quelsh the terror of looking down the week and seeing a dentist at the end.

oh oh oh oh, almost forgot to say: I found my best friend from when i studied in Holland, Casper (the very friendly ghost) after 7 years of silence. Google is amazing. Him and his GF are in Wales (dragons be there) and their comming to London for a weekend, so we're meeting up for a beer and trying to put 7 years of gossip into one friday evening. Soooo looking forward to it! gonna have to have the teeth fixed before that though, dont want to be dribbling and getting knocked out after one beer.. just not done (I've got an old and heavy rep to protect)

And the really weird thing: Casper has aquired a teaching possition at the school of business in Wales (that is not the weird part). So now, instead of the same twangy americano/canadian mix accent that I sport after too many hours infront of the TV as a kid, he speaks english.. or a mix of queens and welsh, giving me a bit of a shocker there actually. Amazing how a persons voice and dialect is sutch a big part how you remember a person. I barely recognized him over the phone. Almost got me toungetied, and that is a condition I do NOT find myself in very often... and not a condition I really enjoy either. But oh well, I'll get used to it on friday I guess!

Wanted D.O.A.. : Tooth-fairy..

2009-06-23T13:56:00.000-07:00

I'm so set to kick the tooth-fairies but its unbelivable. Everytime I get a cold it feels like i've been smacked around by a heavyweight boxer carrying a grudge, my teeth seem to take on a life of their own. A quite buissy life with a lot of hardcore partying and thumping around.. Its horrible. So I've been downing painkillers and anti inflamatories like there's no tomorrow, and half the time wishing there wouldnt be one. Anyway, this will be a very short bloggy today, since I have to fight the urge to headbutt myself into oblivion against the computer screen (the light hurts the eyes.. urgh.. -hiss-) and I still have some work to finish. If you see that pesky woman with the coin purse and the kiddy teeth, give her a good kick from me. I'd much rather have had the money than the teeth..

my Cookie on the line

2009-06-22T06:51:00.000-07:00

One of the worlds sweetest things in the world, and a good crunch and some interesting chips to her too. :)

Got her on Skype, since she's in Japan (points) far far aaaaway, I havent had a chat since last year when she was over in London visiting. anyway, she was doing this face talking about her upcomming JLPT ( i think.. I hate abbrs), she's basically soo damned brainy she's doing her second level of Japanese Language Profficiency test. See, not a single blond hair on that head!

Right now she's beeing abducted by my parents (conference call) so i'm doing my blogg.. lets face it, trying to get a word in edgewize when my parents are on a roll is like trying to get passed USA borders after stating "terrorist activity" on your "why are you visitin" form...

Missing her loads and with a bit of luck,spit and ducktejp I'll see her at x-mas time this year. Buggerit.. The wait is looooong.

invasion with an 80's colour theme

2009-06-22T04:23:00.001-07:00

Me and Love took a walk to Little Wormwood Scrubs this morning (I Löööööve english names ... common, wormwood? gnnnn, to quaint and weird for words... ) when we stumbled uppon this: Kavallery with guns.. and i'm talking the big hunkering thing that the team of 6 are pulling, not the measly puny handheld variety. Sorry about the bluish 80's tint to the pictures by the way, my stubby fingers had managed to set the mobile phone camera ISO settings to 400 in the excitment... Bit of a retro feel though.

Only problem is that I'm now having new withdrawl symphtoms.. I miss riding. I miss working with horses.. and I miss my old work place (Plekity, a studfarm back in Poland.. more horses than you can shake a stick at.. ) and now living in a small shoebox that does not even accomondate fish (seriously, we have a clause in our contract that states we cant even have an aquarium.. hmm.) I cant even get a hamster to cuddle. Woe is me *wobbly lower lip*

anyway, on the same bluish tint:
Butterfly on the walkway around Wormwood Scrubs (suck on that name again, common you know you want to.. )

And now.. back to work!

Sunday, sunshine and perspective.

2009-06-21T08:09:00.000-07:00

We were at Holland Park Av to do some food shopping, and on the way there (and back.. since the shop did not move) there is the best fruit and veg vendor in London. And I got cherries. 4 pounds worth (as in the legal tender, not the weight, you'd be getting bloggy updates from the hospital if it was) and they are quite possibly the best damned cherries I've had since forever.
My dad used to teach me and my brothers to "mashine-gun" the pits on taxi cars when we used to go to Poland on family hollidays (another giftwrapped childhood trauma.. dont even get me started on the whole "Queens greatest hits" horror. I still get trembling at the knees when "I want to ride my biscycle" comes on the radio.. )
Anyway, its quite a lovely walk over to Holland park Av, takes about 20 min if your not rushing... And the horrible part is we only go there once a week or so. When I was living in Stockholm (i'm using the term very loosely, I was a total bush-baby. Woods right outside the house, and moose too... only reason I got to use the subway was because Love had a 2 bedroom flat within the city limits, and I only sported a studio about the size of our current appartment out in the no-where-land of Haninge... He veto-ed it down :P) Anyway, I'm digressing.
Back in Sweden I'd walk everywhere. I had my lovely hell hound (Hades) and I'd walk past my parents house to leave him for the day, then walk to work (all and all, not counting breakfast, an hours good thumping pavement). And over here.. We'll , when we're working with B, we're winging over the fact that everything is half an hour off. Hmm.. need to get back to walking again. And I'm putting my sights on the fruit vendor and the cherries *drool*

Also found this in my scetch book.. hmm.. must have had a perticularly rough day with telesalesmen or trying to get some service fixed that day..

Anyway, i'm missing my family. Midsummer was this friday (in Sweden its a BIG thing) and we missed out on it. They raise fallos symbos (a cross with two rings of flower at the ends.. could it get any more sexuall?) and we dance around in a big circle while singing and jumping about doing the "small frogs have no ears and no tail have they"dance and song.. .. Don't know why. We just do. But this year we've been here.. have to find a birtch (Björk in swedish.. white tree with black spots. A dalmation tree) and do some dancing..

Spindly legs making problems

2009-06-20T07:00:00.001-07:00

So many legs.. so little time. Trying to whip a spider into obedience aint all its been cracked up to be. On top of that he needs to move around, using his legs preferably, I doubt the client will appriciate a wheelchair sprider rolling around the web, and then end up bouncing while blinking, smiling and giving a little way.. Man, my head hurts..

Cookie stalking...

2009-06-19T11:33:00.000-07:00

Stalking the cookie.. Either need a decent sugar hit (not gonna happen, i'd end up falling asleep on the sidewalk next to joe, our ressitent beggar before i reach the shop) or some decent sleep. I'm just not happy about the idea of having that horrible "ping-im-awake-yeah" feeling at 1 am if I give in to it right now. So.. gonna bugg Love untill he caves in and watches happy feet with me agian.. poor man.. its that or Mamma Mia.. I'm all for soppy when i'm this tired. Ah who am I kidding? I'd go for an animated film any time of day.
Anyway, take care ya'll's. Have a lovely weekend..
psss.. its friday.. ;)

Coffe at the Golden Gull with my invisible friend

2009-06-19T07:30:00.000-07:00

Well, today was started at McDonalds .. or at least that's where I found myself opening my eyes. Because of over enthusiastic planning and a somewhat pessimistic time calculation on the London Journey Planner I ended up having coffee with Schnufflegangenloop.. my invisible friend, at the Golden Gull. Woke up, even though I really don't think you can call it that, at 4.55 and was out of the house by 5.30.. And amazingly the ride was clear all the way to Trafalgar Square... I think we got a new record braking time on that distance.. (20 min) thought that means that I was the customary half hour early, therefor the need of one sided conversation with Schnufflegangenloop over Donalds-Latte

And here the reason for me being so damned early.. .. See.. not a SINGLE PERSON OUT .. Not even traffic. I can't even express the freaky-outy feeling about going around in London and barely meeting a soul. Gives you a "Shaun of the dead" kind of feeling.. Had to fight a growing urge to poke the bus driver or at least ask if he's a card-carrying member of the human race. Quite nice though. Need to get out more in the morning. All though my solution to it is simply not to go to bed at night.. So much more pleasant. When we were still living in Fulham we'd do that every now and then. Just get out and bugger the street cleaners and possibly sit down and have a coffee while the first round of stressed out office workers stream by. Sometimes we'd even point and grin.. yes, i know.. evil..

Anyway, the whole whooopla about getting up was to be here. At Browns, Bar and Brasserie (snigger, snigger.. Brassier.. Brown Bar and Bra?).. Really gorgeous setting, for a networking breakfast done by BNI. According to Neil, one of the members there's this story about how it used to be a courthouse until someone forgot to go and renew the registration or something, basically your everyday admin f**ckup, forget to send the papers, everyone get their wiggs off and lets turn it into a upclass boozer.. And so that's how i came to spend friday morning in the courtroom nr 1, I think I'll not tell my mum though, she'll need at least one kid that has not been talking to a judge at some point...

Anyway, here's a picture of the sky over London at around 11.. The reason being that in the same way that the bus was going exceptionally fast one way, on my way home, which is a one buss line.. 23.. goes from door to door basically.. I had to change 3 different times at which point I got to enjoy the wonderfull weather and a good moan with the rest of the passanger. Appearently the busses all caught the "oh crap, i need a brake/coffee/I cant face the next couple of streets" and kept on dumping us prematurely on the sidewalk where we had to wait for another 23...
All though, granted, I could at any point after Marble Arch taken either 7, 70 or even 52 at the end, but hell... Pick a number and stick to it right?
I'm picking and sticking ...

Spoiled for choice..

2009-06-18T09:38:00.000-07:00

I'm trying to choose between getting a coffee.. or tea.. hmm.. as for anything else, only thing thats on my dance card is work. And it feels great. Honestly, now that we've been working with our own stuff its a joy to not have to go out and club new customers over the head to get some business. My wonderfull accountant said something about a networking meeting tomorrow, but here's the catch: its at 7 am... see, i've got a problem with remembering my own name at 7 am.. much less anyone elses.. but atleast I'll be able to hand these out:

their goooorgeouse. Too bad the camera on my cell phone is not the best, but still.. my prrreciouse..

anyway, back to work!

And if anyone is looking for other employment, go visit Marks and Sparks in Westfield (Shepherds Bush) .. seems that beeing a maniquin there is a job worth taking. Never seen sutch happy plastic ppl.

not so much singing in the rain...

2009-06-17T16:14:00.000-07:00

Bad weather does not only frizz your hair.. it'll fry your brain too.

We've got rain comming in, and hell, my head feels like its doubling as a retreat for temperamental gorillas. Not even coffee helped.

oh happy days!

2009-06-17T08:37:00.000-07:00

Its been a good day. not only was I able to get the final touches on work that's been driving me crazy for the last couple of weeks (code that will NOT work on the CRM software that the client uses.. I was going nuts.. anyway) but ontop of that: We've gotten our cards. At least the "business" ones. My private ones are probably with the post office still ( for some reasons they come with different ppl.. these came with the normal post man, the others are stuck with some delivery company.. weird).. anyway anyway. Oh and we get two deliveries of post every day.. Also very weird. But again. Next lovely surprise:

Gift from the worlds most wonderful mum-in-law: Earings and necklace in silver, small tiny leaves, butterflies, pearls and stones. Its got everything a girl could want. It's shiny, glittery, got movable parts and it makes little chiming noises when you shake your head (or chest, in the case of the necklace). and yes. the picture is a bit weird, but YOU try to get a good shot at your ear and neck at the same time!

Irre does not only have implecable taste, she also knows me (and still likes me.. or so she says.. hmm... ) She's been known to dangle car-keys (usually my own) to keep me entertained... And to keep me away from the jars of glitter durring Christmas Crafts Day (another very nice tradition that Love's family got me in to)... One little incident of me turning her son into a discoball (the glitter jar did not close properly.. there was a cloud of light and Love was covered in it.. amazing how things like that can hapen... ) so I've been labled unstable around shiney things.. . I like shiney things. And these earlings take the price!

Thank you Irre!

Green Beans and Gluttony

2009-06-16T05:51:00.000-07:00

Me and Love went for a lunch at "Tea's Me" today, a small but oooh so wonderfull cafe thats placed behind the corner of Ladbroke Grove. Green Beans and Roasted Zuchinni.. And yes, the captials are valid. Its that good... I'm also a total pushover when it comes to good veggies. If the need for meat was not so great (I grow fangs if I need to go more than 3 days without meat) I'd be a vegetarian in a heart beat.

Now add the fact that the coffee is lovely, freshly made and the waitress is a sweet shy smiler. in other words, full points. Only fly in the ointment is the fact that the trafic of Ladbroke Grove is quite close, but atleast its not right under your nose. And you do not have to bodyslam your way thru Portobello Rd to get to it.

Oh and here are some random pix from last week:

Found this in Islington. Why limit yourself to flowerpots or windowledges, when you can just slap the greenery all over? Looks like green maringue and I'm smitten. I'm just wondering how they water it (the London weather isnt as wet as hearsay let's you belive.. )

And here's the nomination for "best business name". What they might loose in "lovely-dovey-

friendly-feeling" their definately gaining in the honestly stakes. Atleast you go in knowing you wont get a shoulder to cry on...

Teaching spiders new tricks

2009-06-14T12:08:00.000-07:00

Another Sunday. Sun is shining. Me and Love went for a nice walk around the neighbourhood, trying to walk the Cinnabon and Thai dinner off from yesterday (in reality that would take a 3 month hike to mongolia.. but hey, at least we're trying right? ) anyway. So now I'm back behind the computer. Trying to make a spider to tricks (creating a logo for a company that wants a spider weaving a web). But at least my work is never boring. Also got the delivery from J, with all the stuff we're going to do product shots off. So now the living room looks like Armageddon with stomach ache. I'm just happy the things are in one piece. The delivery guy was rolling the box (1.2 m x 1.2 m) down the sidewalk when I came to the door (in my nighty and bed hair, must have sceared him half to death) to sign for it. It's amazing how they can call this a service. If I'd wanted it trashed I'd have rung the garbage collectors surely?

Also trying to fight the pull of the DVD box of Boston Legal (4th season) that is waiting in the living room. My b-day present .. hmm.. I should be getting enormous credit point on my karma for sitting here and not clued to the Laptop (that doubles as a DVD player) in the living room...

Its taking all of Loves' patience and strength to keep me from it so he should rightfully be getting some too. My mum has allready voted to have him kanonized (sainted.. not shot out of kanon) and I'm thinking she's not far off her mark. Kind of sux that my mum is still right most of the time. Even when I'm 31 and a day..

Happy B-day to meeee...

2009-06-13T08:39:00.000-07:00

Cinabon Peacanbun... hmmm.. As substitutes for moms home cooking, there are worse things to get. This beeing my b-day brakefast. Me and Love endulged in the best way we could. Any one swedish will recognize this as a very dressy form of "Kanelbulle", and they would be right. It's also a bit of a sugarhigh, after this we went thru Whitleys on Queensway, doing some b-day shopping and trying not to die from ruptured stomachs...

And now.. well. we're gonna work some more. We've got work for Paradox to finish (great client, and the work is good fun) and then some more work. Two more clients that need their stuff done and dusted by monday. So in a way: pretty good that we did not bunk of to sweden for 5 days, on the other hand: missing my family so much this morning that I had a wee bawl, feeling sorry for myself and generally acting like a petulant 4 year old. Good thing Love know all my buttons (Cinnabon beeing one of them.. buying books the other. yes.. we bought books.. I'm spoiled)
So now we're sitting at our computers. Love looking all hot and sexy as always and we're back to working. Hmm.. gonna see if I cant get a b-day smootch too :P
have a lovely day everyone. This old bitch misses you all.
//m

Sexy Mother Pucker

2009-06-12T12:02:00.000-07:00

I usually do not go on about products. Lets face it, I'm to shopping what Bush was to the peace movement. But this.. Oh common. I go goooey eyed and get a raised temperature by looking at the box... Addmitedly I'm a sucker for packaging. Probably a side effect from working with it. But still. The box was actually the reason I bought it. The 50's retro prettyness.. And then I haven't even started on the name.. The added bonus is that it actually does what it says on the box. I've been blessed with lips perfect for lower lip wobbles but this puts me in the Daffy Duck categorie. On top of that Love is squarely in the "buggeroffwiththatstuffnokissinguntilitcomesoff" - corner. So mainly it rides around in by make-up bag or handbag, and I simply pull it out to enjoy a snicker for myself while reading the lable and enjoying the packaging that is so gorgeouse, even now when the pink text has been almost compleatly rubbed off from the choclate brown tube.. God.. I'm sutch a nerd..

Happiness in print!

2009-06-12T08:51:00.001-07:00

We've just sent away for our new business cards... oohhhhh.. Now there's only a week of endless waiting culminating in having to wait a whole day for the delivery man.. again!

Oh, hurry please... *grumble*

Blissfull relaxation..

2009-06-12T05:02:00.000-07:00

Everyone has their own idea of winding down. Mine is to sharpen a couple HD 2 pencills, a rubber (the non-exciting version, also known as an eraser) and some magic markers. Get a glas of your favourite bevvie (mine is CC light.. always has been always will be) and set yourself up comfertably. And then just scribble. I'm going thru my "girls are fun" fase.. Before it was trees (yes, the leafy type, very hippy) now i'm into girls, and usually half undressed or nudies, so that i can hone my anatomical tracing.

I do prefer men in almost any other context, but when it comes to lines, curves and interesting poses there is just no way you can beat a woman. Shadows and light is so much more fun when your working with women.

So here's the drawing.. Next step (if I'm feeling horribly diligent) will be to get it into vector art and get some background and details going. heres to hoping, right? ...

Anyway, my brake is over.. so i'll move on to work. Bringing my bevvie. Sun is shining in London, if any one is wondering. Got the window open too so we're getting the summer breeze in here. And its Friiiiday... not that that matters much since we work all week, but hey..

It still gives a nice feeling :)

Homage to the fruit-bowl

2009-06-11T14:48:00.000-07:00

This right here *points* is the reason neither me nor Love has died in scurvy... Our fruit/veggie bowl. The simple tomato.. the humble union (tear-jerker though, always goes for the sympathy vote) and the apples.. you can even glimpse the statuesque cucumber in the background. We've actually been peeling ourselves away from the computers to trot down to the veggie shop to get some more. Need more bowls though. My only problem is that we've got no room. Our kitchen is the size of a well used stamp. And the ledge just outside (that covers the radiators) are more or less swamped . Our minibar is placed on the same ledge basically...- containing all of 1 bottle Shivas, one bottle of Bells and one bottle of Glögg (for all you non-swedes, its spiced and lovely wine that you warm up, we drink it at x-mas.. we have obviously not necked this one bottle though. Lets hope its still good next year :P)
.. A couple of lights (I'm a card-carrying tea-light abuser)
and our Fruit/veggie bowl..
Now, lets have a homage to the fruit and veggie bowl, please send your prose/verse directly.
I'm gonna go and kill off another apple in the meantime.

Ryan air dumped, retaliation rain.

2009-06-10T10:05:00.000-07:00

The weather is being obnoxious. Once second its pouring down to the point of sparking the reflex to build an Ark or two, and then slap. On goes the sunshine. Was all kitted out in my lovely old Hoodie from Lucky Strike(for automatic street cred around here) , all curled in under layers of protective clothing. The elements were to be beaten! I walk out, all set, going on strong, mapping out the course to the corner shop and Ta-bloody-daaa.. on comes the sunshine. I'm starting to think its some kind of joke from "the one on top".. He/she is basically flipping the light switch while having a problem with the plumbing.

Anyway, its not like you get colds from getting stuck in the rain. Not even the torrential kind we get over here. Its from shaking hands with the unwashed masses, lets face it. They are all out to kill you. Let the paranoia begin!.
And again: anyway: So I found this (Long search.. seriously. it was hiding in plain sight on the counter at Boots)

And its fu***ing amazing.. while also smelling nice! Go get it. And we can then hold hands again.

anyway.. I was suppose to have gotten momma-food today. The plane skipped down the runway without us this morning at 10, and lets face it. I'm feeling a bit bummed about that. Was truly looking forward to it. But oh well. Will have to go later in the summer or the fall. On the up side we're getting a lot of work right now. We're actually swimming around in it looking for life wests so things are very good. See.. I'm beeing optimistic.. even though I'm missing out on Tomato soup and ofcourse mums honey marinated ribbs .. and cakes... and brothers.. *raises hand* Woe is me...

Artsy stuff

2009-06-09T05:59:00.003-07:00

Found this on our walk around Kilburn High Street (this is at the trainstation)

Not bad! (specially like the pedestrian doing the wave while walking...)

Borrowed Nostalgia..

2009-06-08T08:58:00.000-07:00

Found this lovely blogg:

http://femtiotalsjakten.blogg.se/

Sadly enough it's in Swedish, so everyone else will just have to do the Google-Translate magic thing. It's basically about all things 50's, and the sweetness and innocence is amazing. take the advertisement on the left (points - your other left) Its basically advertisement for zippers. "Easy off" - "Easy on".. now, if you got this advertisement in today's media you'd have your obligatory tousled haired page 3 girl lying on the ground with the man standing above usually his face and head out of the shot so that he's comfortably invisable but there.. here instead they are so clearly not even thinking about the possibility of zippers beeing a part of forplay. Its just so much easier to zipp your skirt off when going for a swim than having to unbutton it. It's amazing isnt it?

And how fu**ing sad is it that I'm beeing nostalgic over a time that was almost 30 years before my first thump on the ground? That was fraught with other problems, no doubt there were so many other things to worry about than adds and the view of women in print, but still. To be able to view a product because of its usefulness instead of how it will get the buyer laid. Jolly good!

English Architecture at its best...

2009-06-08T07:29:00.001-07:00

We've been out trawling the streets of South Kensington and Chelsea, meaning we walk around gorgeouse houses all day going "ooooh.. " and ofcourse "aaaaah".. and then we got to the " eeeeh?" part... This is a gorgeouse victorian house. Huge.. white.. Statly.. Everything you can wish from it really. Except that the front door and steps lead up to a wall of iron.. How they figured this was a good idea I have no clue. But oh well. if it works for them why not. Maybe its the house of the English Vaulting Champion and he feels he needs some daily excercise mixed with challange? your guess is as good as mine.
We've got a very nice version of it just one street up from us as well, gorgeouse marble steps that lead to a ... window.. The luxury burgler entrance possibly?
Will post a picture of it later.

Back to Black.. or Brown..

2009-06-07T12:45:00.000-07:00

Okej, the PassPortDebacle (also soon to be known as Notting-Gate) has taken its first vicitim. I've sacrifised my strawberry *chough* blond locks on the altar of self recrimination and I'm back to beeing the bitchy brunette you all know and love (or run away screaming from.. take your pick really...)
Also at the possibilitie of not beeing recognized, heres for hoping... *cough*... lets face it, my family does not pull punches, so layering up in protective gear (hair colouring) is basically doing the safe way out. Specially when they are all on the other side of the English border. Not that Loves family is any sweeter when theres a good heckle comming up :) Bless them. I'll be hearing about this until my (or their) dying day.
I've taken to not answering my phone.. I'm a grown up.. yes...