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!
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
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!
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.
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.
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
Friday, July 03, 2009 by
Madz
, under
london,
Love
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..
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..
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
