Bad day

Today has been a really shitty day. It started last night. I was so incredibly tired after work, but I still had a million things to do at home. At 11pm I felt finished with everything, and it all just seemed rather hopeless. I had a suuuperbusy day ahead of me, and it was just impossible to get started when I woke up this morning. I turned the alarm off, and slept until 11. Then I went over to the sofa, watched an episode of Desperate Housewives, and snoozed until 2. And I continued like that, snoozing on the sofa, doing something which didn't require much brain activity - with the only interruption of going over to Willy's posting three letters. Joding came home, and we ate some. Then he had to study, and did that all evening until he had to go to sleep again. My head hurts and I just feel so sad and lonely. Which is stupid, since I am not alone. Just lonely. And even small things seems like a row of Mount Everests - so there's no point in even trying, cause I know all will fail.

Truely a non-optimistic day. I need to get things done tomorrow (as I needed today - but was forced to ignore). I wonder if I will feel too guilty if I stay home tomorrow too, and let that force me up and away. I just hate being low and pessimistic when talking to people, it just brings me down even more.

I was low already, and I cracked when me and Melvin met the provocative neighbour downstairs. We were walking towards the staircase, and she was standing around a corner. She moved just when Melvin came around the corner, which probably scared him, so he barked at her. I said 'no' and he came right back to me. There were still a good 3 meters between the super-small Melvin, and the annoying woman. But she was all drama startled, and just turned around and gasped and were all 'I'm fourteen trying to act scared'-scared, and muttered something about something/someone being something - which I assume wasn't "hey neighbour, I love you!". She never says hi, even when I say hi to her face when passing her. I hate her so incredibly much, her mere being provokes me to bits. She's a drama-queening, bitterc**t.

She makes me sad. And their complaining makes Joding all the time go "shhh, don't talk to loud", "turn down the tv", "melvin, be quiet", which makes me feel even more uncomfortable in my own apartment, that I have to adjust myself to her, the stupid cow.

Microscopy

Cool stuff. Blue light makes my cells fluoresc green. The green has been carried into them by a really cool virus.

Science rocks!

Dog play

A childhood friend I haven't seen for probably 20 years came visiting yesterday. She and her mum brought along their - in total - three dogs, and I had my little Melvster with of course. There was a lot of action going on!
Hunty, hunty.

Bity, bity.

Checking out the Monet bridge over troubled waters.

And run a bit more.

There isn't even time to pee standing still.

Sniffy.

Sniffy, sniffy.

And some more sniffing.

The old lady thinks Melvin has gone too far with his sniffing and tells him off.

Mirrors

The superfluous nature of the common mirror is a fact in a new generation of people.

By using the webcam in any standard computer to make the knot on your tie - no-one needs to get off their asses to take a look in mirror ever again. It's genious, if you ask me!





Thank you PhotoBooth!

Check it!

Check out this hilarious ventriloquist - it's insane.

A terrifying.....terrorist.

And when your in the ventriloquian mood anyway, why not remind ourselves with the adorable and charming Zillah and her Totte.

Or an earlier of their performances.

The mouse, the cat, the dog, the blog.

Ok, so now that it's dead, what are we gonna do, with it?

How, what? I don't want to touch it, do I?

Another mouse has found it's way into our apartment, and was efficiently captured and severely injured by Cute Cat, before Melvin noticed anything was going on. But when Melvin had realised what was at stake - a cute mouse - he took the mouse, and carried it away from Cute Cat. And whenever Cute Cat tried to approach, Melvin jumped at him with a horrifying GRR and tried to bite him off.

I let them play with it and kill it themselves. I could have dislocated the mouse's neck from its body, but I let the boys play. I hope the mouse's spirit comes back and tells all its babies that one should not enter apartment 225 - If the cat doesn't get to you, the dog will.


Is this how you hold one of these?

Proud mouse-holder.


Cute Cat was allowed to play with, and lethally wound the mouse before...

...Melvin discovered it. Then it was only Melvin's mouse!

Unnecessary

When I came home from my skin care class yesterday evening our outdoors candle holder was gone. Nowhere to be found. I wasn't too surprised - I was more surprised that it had been able to remain there for more than a month now! I put it outside because only people living/coming to our specific floor (6 apartments) would even regularly see the candle holder, and my reasoning was that you wouldn't steal from your immediate neigbours. I mean what would you do with the candle holder, just put it outside your door instead. It's not like we wouldn't see it, and steal it back while giving the evil eye.

The neighbours in 323 had a party, with an obscene amount of drunk youngsters (I feel old just seeing some them in the stair well - older, and SO happy not to be in their place still). And Joding reported that someone had rung our doorbell, and when he had opened, no-one was there. So probably the incidents are connected with the candle holder-stealing, but how could we prove anything? Well, I put up a note that the one stealing our candle holder, could kindly return it to 225 at the bottom of the stairwell - convinced this wouldn't give any actual result, it was more for my own peace of mind.

When I came out this morning I met our downstairs neighbour - and efficiently changed our relationship to a mutual annoyment to one of total agreement. Don't you just love common enemies, and how these can unite! He told me that he had seen a candle light holder with an orange candle in the flower bed, while pointing out my direction to head for it. I found it - in this shape...

It's crooked, and all the glass is broken - so I'll just have to throw it away, with a bit of sadness. Not only for the lamp, but that with that sting you feel when an anonymous someone has stolen something from you. And in this case, not even to use it themselves or sell it to someone that can use it, but only stealing to destroy, and then rub it in by leaving it close enough for me to find the next day. So unnecessary.

But what can you do. Shrug, and be happy that you yourself are not one of those tragic people doing these stupid acts for whatever reason they have.

15 sweaty boys

We entered the staircase, and a smell of red onion reached our noses. We ascended the stairs, and when hit the top floor, something else hit us back. It was the smell of an old well used gym - testosterone mixed with sweat. We ventured and opened the door, and 15 happy faces met us. Sweaty, but happy. And being the choir that they are, they started serenading.

A bit into the hymn they all went down on one knee - singing beautifully to us. We felt special. They felt...drunk.

Melvin meets orange (boy) cat

Melvin is kind to all cats, even those we meet outside. He knows they have evil claws tucked away somewhere under their fluffy pullable fur!

Funny comercial

I thought it was appropriate to blog =)

Winter mockers

And plenty of them, right by the Dome!

My pretty posers

Super-inspired

After a full afternoon with marykay-meeting, I can't wait for my three classes I am giving this upcoming week, wohoo!

The kids in action

The same old fun stuff!

Aren't they cute? Or at least Cute Cat, trying to be kind to Melvin, cleaning up his messy fur - and Melvin does NOT bite back. He must have been ridiculously tired!

Cooking

While making mum-in-law's lovely chocolate crunch cake - the mint version - one generally prefers to achieve a one-phase fudge-system.


Not two phases, like during my first attempt. I will blame it on either the cream having been frozen, or the timing of peppermint oil addition. For sure, it was someone/thing else's fault - not mine!


Call me bold, but I'm ready to state that two-phase results are generally frowned upon in cooking.

Förträngd sexualitet

Så kan det gå när man förnekar sexualitet...

http://www.dn.se/DNet/jsp/polopoly.jsp?d=147&a=734273

Locked out

Stupid lock.

I came home around 12, to find it impossible to turn the key in the lock. I tried, tried and tried some more, while Melvin got even more crazy for each attempt. He wanted to lick my hand, and NOW !

But he was going to have to wait.

I hadn't had any breakfast, because it was just a quick round to the lab. Which it was. But I didn't expect this to await when I came back home. I had to bike over to the house-fixers' place and find someone who could help me locate my specific house fixer. Oh, did I forgot to mention - of course I had left the phone inside the apartment!

I found my fixer, and he and a ex-locksmith friend came over to my place. Trying to do what I had done myself, over and over, 10 minutes ago. They did not succeed either. So they called for a real locksmith, and left.

I, on the other hand, was condemned to stay put outside the apartment door. I didn't know what time it was, I didn't have my phone, and I had an anxious Melvin indoors. After what felt like more than 1 hour wait, outside the apartment door, 5 degrees, and menstrual cramps - I was about to give up. And oh, I was sugar-low of course, my last food intake was then about 18 hours ago. I gave up my wait, and knocked on the door of my sweet neighbours'. I haven't really talked to them, more than said 'hi' once in a while, and talked a bit about cats. But now I have! They warmly welcomed me into their apartment, offered me tea, and let me borrow the phone to call my fixer again and check how he was doing on that locksmith progress. He promised to call the locksmith straight away, and less than 10 minutes later both the fixer AND the locksmith arrived. Then I was at least lukewarm again, full of nice tea, and had had a fun conversation with my sweet neighbours, and petted their lovely cat.

Now, my door looks like this. The locksmith went to get a new lock and door handle for me. He said it would take about 2 minutes, he's been gone 30 now. There's a chill from the door. I'm frozen all the way through. It turned out I had been sitting outdoors for 2 hours, no wonder I was cold!

CONGRATULATIONS!

Congratulations sweet cousin Mikael and wife Rebecka to your four day old tiny Natalie!

Agricultural cuteness

Do you need some inspiration on how to get your cows in when evening falls? Look no further. ATL is now publishing the readers' cow-callings online - for instance, listen to how Karin Nilsson from Dala-Husby gets her cows to come to her.

If you want to add your contribution, just go ahead and call ATL's answering machine at Swedish number 040 - 601 64 80.

New hair - straight up

Super-pretty, even straight!

Bilbatteriladdningsinstruktioner

Punkt 1: Ta av locket på bilbatteriet

Jag slet och drog och bände med en skruvmejsel, men det ville bara inte lossna något lock.

Punkt 2: Om du har ett underhållsfritt bilbatteri så finns det inget lock på bilbatteriet.

Det kunde de eventuellt skrivit ut redan under punkt 1 kanske?

Sedan sista meningen i instruktionen är mycket informativ. Det finns två lägen att ladda batteriet på: snabb (5 Ampere) eller långsam laddning (4 Ampere), och man får välja vilken av de typerna man ska ladda sitt batteri med. Instruktionen avslutar med att förklara att den laddningen som kallas "snabb" laddning går alltså snabbare än den laddningen som heter långsam.

Tur de förklarar just den biten övertydligt.

Fishy

The funniest picture of me from the party celebrating my 27th birthday - me in (?) the fish tank.

Single-handedly stolen from my aunts blog

A little light therapy

More light-room. Soooo hard to stay awake, I had to fight real hard for half-an-hour to come through the constantly nodding off, eyes closing- then I felt super-awake!

Birthday

The birthday satan tried to push me out of balance this morning, and make me lose my birthday joy.

First. I was so proud having exited the apartment without waking Melvin at 7 am (and having cut out a few things of my morning routine to make myself on time for sure). As I was descending the stairwell outside my apartment I realised I had forgotten my wallet. And since I was driving (reason1) to an appointment where I would have to i.d. myself (reason2) and pay 100 kr (reason3) - I realised there were nothing else to do than to re-enter the apartment. Risking waking the dog, i.e. having to walk him, or force my sleeping honey out of bed walking the dog.

I unlocked the door, and re-entered. My bag was just inside the door, so I got out my wallet, and tried to sneak back out. But in the middle of all my sneaking, Melvin came waltzing out of the bedroom, heading for the living room. I didn't want him to pee on the floor, so I went after him - with a plan of bringing him back into Johan in the bedroom. I got hold of the little Melvin, and when I returned to the door, I just saw the tail of Cute Cat - heading out. So I said a little prayer, containing too many nasty words to mention, and put down melvin, shut the door and ran after the cat. Cute Cat went past the little outdoors area we have on the first floor, and continued past all the apartments on the first floor, and then jumped up on the ledge of the fence - balancing away. I got hold of him, and hurried back to the apartment, threw in the cat, and locked the door again. Pheew.

I was starting to be a bit delayed for my meeting, and hurried to the car. When I sat down in the car I heard a very quiet but oh so familiar sound. The sound of the car ventilation. I used the car yesterday, and turned it off, but incompletely apparently. I must have missed the very last step to turning of the ventilation completely, so it had been on all night. I swore a little bit more, but thought "perhaps it will still work, perhaps!". I turned the key, and absolutely nothing. The car didn't make any kind of sound at all, not even a small cough. Nothing.

So I realised I was bound to miss my appointment which was now going to commence in 8 minutes at St Lars, which is on the completely opposite side of Lund, probably a good 20 min bike ride from where I live. I didn't have my helmet or bike lights, and I sure as hell didn't want to go back in. And also, I didn't want to get to my appointment all sweaty. So I ran the 200 meters to the bus stop, and waited patiently. I switched buses in town, and got on the last bus towards my destination. As I sat down, the bag carrying my yoghurt, muesli, and sandwiches ruptured. It just broke. All along the side the glue decided to let go, and let all my food items fall out.

I shrugged with a "yeah, yeah". I am ms patience today! Nothing can ruin my birthday bliss!

I spent 2 hours in a super-bright room, as a part of a new therapy form I'm trying out. I was efficient, reading papers while sitting there, trying my best not to fall asleep. Eventhough the room is bright, it is quite tempting to fall asleep in the comfy chairs, all wrapped in your robe, under a blanket, with your feet up on a stool. Very comfortable, but strictly no sleeping. I will be there every day for 2 hours, between 7-9 am, for two weeks to begin with. Then I will evaluate if it helps me, and depending on the result - either stop for good, or continue accordingly (e.g. once-twice a week during the dark seasons). It felt really good sitting there reading, at least once the eyes had gotten used to the light. It felt really dark outside when I got out at 10.15 am. It makes me understand how dark it really is these days. It's going to be very interesting to see if the light has any effect on my tiredness!


White room.

It's the...

...small things that makes you laugh the most

Tulips

I just looooove them! My ex-spanish teacher was here having Soup and coffee with me, Sofie and Peter today. She bought me and Sofie a boquet of tulips each - and Sofie forgot her boquet here, wohoo! I have an ocean of tulips now!!

I'm to tired to flip the picture over, so you just have to lean your old head instead.

Girly project

Thanks a lot Anna, sweet sister-in-law, for the idea and telling me from whom to buy the decorations at Tradera.com, telling me how to put them on, and to get them to stay on. I feel pretty!