Mary Speaks

Late last night, I'm so tired I'm crying, the smell of stale hamburgers in the room, mugs of cold coffee everywhere, patient texting from our loved ones wondering where we are, the night janitors have started vacuuming, the heating's too low and all I can think of is bed bed bed. Mary relaxes and stretches her arms way over her head. She looks at all the work we've done. She sighs happily and utters the perfect words:

Anna! I love us.

Thank you, Marylove. I love us too.

Holy Cow

I miss June.

It's Alright, Ma (I'm Only Working)

On Thursday night it will all be good again. Kids will be back home, major presentation will be done, weekend will commence, Friday will be ours. Real life can begin again, not this spell of night-working-bad-eating-and-wearing-comfortable-clothes that I'm under right now. And then I will start daydreaming fulltime about the November trip to London that I am taking with my mother. My mother. Who worries about me. Who takes care of my kids. Who makes me spaghetti and knows that I'm always hungry. Who doesn't guilt trip me into staying the night when I'm really too tired. Who is a mother first, but a very good friend second. My brilliant mamma. It's all good. Thursday will be here soon.

Photo (Anthropologie, London) borrowed from Tea For Joy. Thank you.

Pretty Finnish

Look at this book! Someone translate this into a language I can understand, please! I lift my hat off to Finnish designers Mari Savio and Kati Rapia. Thanks for making a dull day a little brighter. Web shop soon to be launched.

Taking The Plunge

Tomorrow we're giving up our place in daycare. I'm terrified. We love the place Blanka's at now, but we just can't do the long days anymore. We have finally found a nice kindergarten closer to where we live so she won't have to commute with us to the city every morning. I'm terrified. Oh, did I say that already? The new place is small and personal and seems cozy and friendly and, you know, pleasant. But still. I'm a nervous wreck. "Trust your guts" my mother told me last night. Well, all it's telling me is that I have no clue. No clue and no guts.

Apart from that, all is well. A little swamped at worked and still no camera, hence the meagre posting. But boy, do I appreciate you coming by. Even you quiet ones!

Spametry Quote Of The Day

"I have been devorced for a long time and I was married never."

I Shall Be Pleased Very Much

I'm getting lots of e-mail lately from women of Eastern European descent. Why this is happening, I don't know. But they are all on the lookout for a nice husband and they are all on very good terms with Babelfish. Being fond of words and how they can be manipulated, this brings me lots of happy moments. Wouldn't you want an e-mail with the caption featured above? Or this one:

"My girlfriend Has found to itself the person in the Internet, now she is happy.
They - always alongside with this with each other. It is wonderful thus in my opinion."

It's poetry in spam. Spametry. I love it.

A Few Things That I'd Really Like To Do

• Learn how to drive
• Sing with a band
• Know how to surf (not so keen on the learning part)
  
• Plant a tree
• Have a great haircut
• Grow my own vegetables
• Write a song – a good one

What are a few of yours?

And no, this picture doesn't have anything to do with anything, but the camera is at my uncle's and won't be returned until next weekend. So no new photos for a while. Sorry for the skåpmat.

Keeping It Real

It's the end of the dinner following my grandfather's funeral and Blanka is standing on her toes, kissing my grandmother for the first time, very loudly on the mouth.

Blanka: Goodbye and thankyou! I have to go now.

Grandma Sassa: Oh, goodbye my darling, sweetest little angel, oh goodbye my little love...

Blanka: (very loud) YES, I have to go POOP now, GOODBYE.

This Is Me

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