My shoes!

They are found!
I'm thrilled, simply filled to the brim with happiness, my dear shoes. They are found!
I'm about to get religious I think, I'm very very happy about this. and some God is about to get an eager servant :) shoesy-shoes, they are back!

Filling in the gaps here:
- shoes forgotten on a train one night (15th of February excactly)
- Long waiting on random lost-and-found phone-lines, all playing LOtR music *scratch festering rash*
- ten well-written e-mails and nights of concern later, some lady picks up the phone!

The plan:
- go downtown
- collect shoes
- put shoes on
- dance on bus station
- break ankle
- get a free ride home with an ambulance
- break off the high heels
- buy new shoes without heels
- dance on bus station
- be very very happy
- become religious
- go to the loo
- eat dinner

I did have a very nice weekend

but on my way home in the car, I died.

Why children are weird

Children are weird because they watch children shows on the telly. Yes, I blame the media. Again.

Ever seen "Tellytubbies" that must be the most sick thing ever sent on TV. Like, seriously, who came up with it?!
Fluffy big people in hairy costumes with tellies in their tummies that's scarier then any hairy spider.

I can't think of anything funny or sarcastic so you have to make it up, unless you can't which means you're some retarded twatster without imagination and might be unable to EVER EVER think of something creative and that's cos you were weird when you were a child -just like all those other children! And you know why they are weird? It's because they've watched tellytubbies, which means you've been peeking you sneaky fucking bastard!

This entire society drives me mental and I blame the tellytubbies and those hairy germans.

Winter vacation

In a state of comfortable bliss I state that my winter holiday has been more than swell so far. It started of course with the difficult journey to a more eastern, mountainy* part of norway.
Where I would spend time with the eager participants of, my stepmum, stepsister and her friend, stepbrother and my evil genious twin Liv Elin.

So, the dog-sleigh trip, which took a little over the breathtaking amount of approximately 3 and a half hours, was gobsmackingly boring. And very cold.
And that waving guy, don't ask.

Breakfast the next day was as always enjoyable, my cabin is one of those finer igloos you can find along the sharp ridges of the eastern, mountainy* part of Norway.

The entire igloo was fucking freezing so we kept one of those professional fires going, the ones that keep us warm, but doesn't melt the igloo. very professional so to speak. The weather was awesome, and the temperature somewhere between -15 and -5 C.
So we went to the slopes not far away from our igloo the next day and snowboarded ourselves blue and black by crashing into trees, random danes and incidently each other. Of course this was all wonderful and no complaints in this department at all.

In this department on the other hand, which includes the words water and electricity there are a rather few but also very heavy comments.
Cutting it short we couldn't shower for five days. I can still hear the screams at night.

All of this was fine, fine, fiiine and we even went skiing and dug holes in the snow, what amazing Norwegians we can be when we want to. We are a little odd that way "the less the people we meet on our skitrip, the more successful it is" too, antisocial indeed. But, such is the way of a Norwegian and we wouldn't dare to defy it.

At the very end of the trip we were smelly, cold and blue, but not to forget also very happy and pleased with our inner Norwegians, that had several of their "moments" at this particular trip.

I don't want to make a comment to each picture, you could much rather imagine the scene to yourself, a lot more entertaining that way, and saves me for more embarrasing admitting of my lack of skiing skills or something else that carves deep traumatic wounds in my Norwegian soul.

I do have more pix, but blogger is a shit and doesn't want me to share them with you, very sorry.


*yes, I did make that word up, what are you going to do about it?

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I ate lemon cheesecake icecream today, made me extremely happy :) Aaaand, tomorrow it's "Mothers day" which means we're getting mum something pretty and a nice card yes. And perhaps some cake too!

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