The Player And The Pro

We finished Season 2 of Mad Men yesterday. And it's getting good. I still feel that it's more beautiful than brilliant, but I might be persuaded to change this opinion after Season 3. We'll see.

But here's what I don't get: Don Draper. The lure of the Drape. What are you all swooning about? He sure is handsome, and troubled, and a lot of women go for that kind of thing. But still. Intriguing is one thing, but a guy who never smiles? I dunno. I mean, I get the whole Player/Bad guy/Tough childhood appeal. I've been twentytwo, I've done that. But this? Nah.

Roger Sterling on the other hand. Silver fox with no morals, chauvinist pig with three cardiac arrests? That I totally see. You gotta love a guy who can down oysters and secretaries like there's no tomorrow. And clearly be enjoying it.

Slow Learner

I worked this weekend. Felt I had too. So did Jesper. We juggled Saturday, we juggled Sunday, we juggled juggled like crazy clowns. It was lovely outside and friends were giving us updates on the weather and the sledding and the fun fun fun. We just juggled. I daydreamed about hanging out with the kids, about family outings and drinks in hotel bars and summer vacations and all and nothing at all.

Turns out the work I did wasn't any good. Anybody surprised?

Now That You're Six

Now that you're six there's a lot of cool going on. Practising the "you talkin to me?" look. Wearing no scarf. Whistling through your teeth.

Now that you're six, we have our share of drama. Tears, cries, frowns, eyebrows all over the place. I always knew you had in it you, but boy. You're good. Our life right now is more of a carousel than a rollercoaster. We go 'round 'round 'round and 'round again.

Now that you're six, there's so many things you want to know and do. So many moods to try, so many people to talk to, so many species of mammals to learn, so many foods to reject, so many kisses and hugs to be had and delivered and rejected and begged for.

Now that you're six, you're not telling me everything that goes on anymore and it's difficult and amazing at the same time. To know that there's a whole other you that's just yours and yours alone, no parents allowed, no doors ajar.

Now that you're six you want me to sing you a new song every night, preferably about a lion but a cat will do. And when I close the door and turn off the lights I can hear you be quiet for thirty seconds and then the lights come on and you start talking to Stella The Polar Bear and the rest of the gang and the party's just getting started.

Now that you're six, you have faith. Like yesterday, when you sighed heavily from the backseat: Mom, it takes forever to grow up! I'm waiting for my big moment, you know. When I'm going to save the world.

I know you will, min älskling. And until you do, we'll be riding that carousel with you. Round and round and round again. Now that you're six. And when you are seven. And all the years to come.

I Did It!

To open ridicule and much smirkiness from my beloved colleagues I am now on FACEBOOK. Join me there, pleasant ones! Or just join me here. I can see you, you know. See how I'm turning all Stasi on you? That's what attention craving people do when they feel they don't get enough of it. (Ask my husband.) No, what I really meant to say was:

Dear readers,
You are indeed so very dear to me. Feel free to be as quiet you want. My attention seeking issues are dealt with elsewhere. Should you however feel the urge to comment or join, don't hesitate. You will make my day.

Love,
A.

Turns Out I Eat Meat

Don't tell Dad, he'll never let me forget it. For those of you who embrace this kind of information: It was delicious. For my much disappointed vegan readers: Oh, but how very delish it was. Thank you, chef Martin and lovely Malin.

I Think She's A Spring

Seems that Blanka's keen on colour analysis. With a permanent marker, nevertheless. Yay.

How 'Bout Lunch?

How about some Corsican cuisine in the shade?


How about lunch on the beach, in fact? With these guys, wearing just the right amount of clothes.


How about the world's best appetite?


How about some pizza with a view?

How about stopping this vacation reminiscing and getting some work done? Nah. Not so much. Today is Summer Indulgence Day. I need it. It's still ten below zero (celsius, my dears) over here and summer is very, very far away.

Life Goes On In Tehran

One of my favourite bloggers has been quiet for a while. And his quiet is a very silent quiet, so different from mine. I'm glad to see him back at work. If you haven't visited yet, do. There is also a fan page on Facebook where you can find more information.
Thanks again to Aymo for the initial introduction.

I Hate To Say It

...but this book keeps disappointing me. It seemed perfect. So pretty, so full of food and good writing. What could possibly go wrong? Snore, snore, double snore. It's boring, that's what. I mean to read a bit every night before I fall asleep, and as long as she keeps talking about the farmer's markets and eating in the season and missing coffee, I'm all ears. But then there's always a chapter on GM foods and heirloom grapefruits and bla bla bla and I just want to scream. What is wrong with me? This book has "Anna" written all over it. Maybe I'm turning into something new and horrible? Maybe this non-recommendation of a book, my first ever, is a sign of something very disturbing? Like me losing interest in the world of heirloom fruit? Sweet potato, I hope not.

Cross Country Narnia Style

Look! More photos of snow! Snow and silence and Arctic weather. All that's missing is a couple of polar bears and the image of Sweden would be complete. Back in the city today. Lots of snow still, but no silence. My brain is very slowly coming back to me.

Hello New Year

You're very cold and beautiful so far. Hope we'll get closer as the days pass.

We're still off from work and school and manage very well to let the days go by without doing anything. It's a sleepy time. If I could wear my pyjamas all day long I would. Tomorrow I'm taking the kids down to Midsomer for a couple of days. I have high hopes for more sleep and tea and some Christmas reading there.

I will be funny again when I'm back to my senses. Blame the overeating and relaxation of the holidays. My brain is mush.