Like 6; the number of strings on a guitar.

I’m a music person and I’ve always wanted to play the guitar. Not learn to play the guitar, note the difference. I have tried to learn how to play – several times. I just don’t have the patience to spend any time getting good at it. The result being that I can fake it relatively well, but I’m not confident enough to actually play in front of people. Or even in front of myself, without cringing. But I love me a nice guitar, and this photo is kinda awesome, I think!

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The Gallery: 6

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This week’s theme is beauty, and I decided to go with these gorgeous butterflies that I photographed at the Copenhagen Zoo a year and a half ago. I have such a thing for butterflies, and they have a huge collection of real beauties.

Enjoy:

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Beautiful Butterflies

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Statsraad Lehmkuhl

I wonder if this boat really is from Kingstown? That’s far, far away!

And then I just had to snap a photo of one of the dozens of trucks that drove by, because I’m astounded by the ridiculousness of driving around transporting solid water.

All photos are taken at Bryggen in Bergen.

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Looking at boats

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My eldest kid is wearing his fancy shirt and tie to day care today “because it’s mommy’s birthday!”, I got to open my present this morning in the bathroom as the kids fought over who should give it to me, my co-workers have showered me with candy and yummy cake, and I feel pretty great about not having any kind of party tonight and going out to dinner with my husband and two of our best friends instead.

It’s a good day.

Oh, and here’s the fabulous shirt that my husband and kids gave me! Who says men can’t take hints? And yes, it’s taken in the bathroom, in case you wondered.

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It’s mah birthday!

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My youngest child is at the stage where he’s started running everywhere instead of walking, while his older brother is focused on walking as slowly as he possibly can, and preferably also coming to a full stop every few paces for a little break. And I’m over here going crazy.

We drove to a driving range near our house last weekend to play in the snow with the kids, and had a fantastic time. We were the first ones there, but we weren’t alone for long. Quite a few people came by on skis; some had backpacks and kids and dogs, some were alone. Some skied the few hundred meters across the field and stopped there to eat their lunches, some disappeared into the forest. At one point I even saw one father pushing his baby in a stroller around the snowy field. There were all kinds of parents there; the mother who sat on the sled with her toddler down the hill and dragged him back up afterward to do the same over and over again; the dad in jeans who mostly had his hands in his pockets; the father who thought we had it coming when his son almost crashed into my almost two year old little boy and made him fall face down in the snow because he happened to be in the way. That same man also harshly told his other son, who was learning how to snowboard that he needed to suck it up and just throw himself down the hill already, that’s the only way you’ll learn.

Check out this awesome necklace that my fabulous coworker gave me for Christmas (Hand! Made!). Also photographed in the restroom, because that’s where I go to take photos, as you know. Yes, that is one of those iTelephones I’m desperately trying to hold steady while using the worthless built-in camera. Yes, it’s mine. Yes, i swore I’d never go anywhere near that abomination, but I finally caved. And I’m not impressed. I know all you die-hard fans will hate me with a passion for ever and ever for saying this; but seriously. Not impressed.

I am, however, very pleased with finally being able to read books on my phone. You see, I’ve been wanting an e-book reader for a very, very long time. But 1. I’m not made of money; and 2. The good ones aren’t for sale in my remote little corner of the world. So in the meantime I’m making due with my good-for-nothing iTelephone, which actually kinda works. So far I’ve been reading the Brontës, which I’ve been wanting to do forever. Oh, and about fortysomething *cough* romance novels. Yes, I’m a sucker for all that heart-fluttering, romantic sappyness. Plus, Harlequin is giving away free e-books these days, and you know how I love free stuff. So while I’m saving up for my Nook I’m using every bathroom and coffee break to the fullest. I’ll be the one with the dreamy eyes.

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Random thoughts about life and jeans buttons

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I know.

I’ve been home from work today due to an annoying incident while I was sleeping that made my body decided to resort to complete anarchy and cause me blinding neck pain. My chiropractor claims it’s because I haven’t been a good girl and spent all my money on appointments. Who cares what he thinks, anyway.

Since I can’t drive a car, sit, lift my kids or do any housework (OK, it’s not all bad), I decided to watch four episodes of Bones and take the world’s longest walk to the grocery store down the road. No joke. It took me forty minutes to walk downhill to the store about one kilometer from my house, because of the insane amounts of snow on the sidewalks. Not that I’m complaining; my butt got a good workout and the air was cold and refreshing. And then there’s the view. No, I’m not complaining at all.

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A regular blog post with no confessions of any sort. Move along please, nothing to see here.

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The seat on my toilet at home is elevated about a centimeter from the toilet bowl. Which creates a gap between said seat and bowl. So sometimes when I’m in a hurry and don’t pay attention to how I’m seated, I… accidentally hit that gap with some of the… fluids. And my floor gets wet. You can see where I’m going with this. The thing is, this happens a bit more often than you’d think, considering I know about the gap. But I repeatedly find myself scrubbing my bathroom floor. And wondering why in the world someone would make an elevated toilet seat just to annoy and embarrass me. Especially because I also love this seat deeply for being so nice and warm. I feel so torn.

I drool when I sleep. A lot. So much that I have to flip my pillow over in the middle of the night because it’s wet. Yep, I’m a classy chick. As if you didn’t already know that from the toilet story.

I have a little mustache. No, really.

Sometimes I make my three year old take a nap on weekends when his brother is napping because I want some peace and quiet. Don’t judge me.

I have several nervous habits, including biting on my cuticles until they look godawful. And skin tastes awesome, by the way.

I don’t stop eating when I’m full; I stop eating when it hurts. Every. Single. Meal.

Yesterday I ate 11 sandwiches at work. See?

I’m terrified of swing sets. To the point where I start to hyperventilate and get dizzy whenever I see someone on a swing. Not to mention pushing my kids on one. And now I’m getting a little queasy just thinking about it.

I own a tee shirt with the classy words “Who needs big boobs when you’ve got an ass like this?” printed across the chest. I know.

I once published this post in a very unfinished state by accident, before I came to my senses and removed about half of it. And then didn’t notice my mistake for about five hours.

Share time! Let’s all try to think of something worse to confess! Someone? Anyone? No? *Crickets* Never mind then, *nervous laugh* I guess I’ll be going now.

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Confessions

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My town apparently has the most polluted air in Europe these days, which is bad. Really, really bad. And the past week they’ve been trying to get people to avoid driving in the downtown area, because it looks like this:

So far I’ve been completely on board with all the measures that have been taken to get the levels down fast. Like closing off downtown parking lots and offering free buses instead; or like restricting certain lanes to be used only by buses or cars with two or more people. But this- this is a whole new level of silliness, even for politicians. Starting tomorrow, only cars with license plates that end with an odd number are allowed to drive within the city on odd numbered dates. And consequently, only cars with an even number at the end can be used on even numbered dates. Which means that I’m extremely thankful that my house, day care and work place are all just outside of The Forbidden Zone, or I would have had to spend three hours getting to day care and work every other morning. Like I suspect many will. I am speechless.

Update: Surprise! Common sense has prevailed, and the madness has come to an end after only one day. Frankly, I thought our politicians were a little dumber than this. I’m actually just a little bit disappointed.

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UPDATED! At this point I don’t even know if I should laugh or cry.

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Yesterday was my dear husband’s birthday, and because he was dumb enough to buy the kinda expensive thing he wanted himself on the day before, I decided he didn’t deserve a gift this year. So I talked him into taking me to a movie instead, which in my opinion was the best solution overall. Especially because the movie turned out to be totally awesome. I’m so glad I – *cough* we chose  Sherlock Holmes instead of Avatar for the one movie we’re going to see this year. It. Was. Fantastic. I even thought  Holmes and Watson flirting like teenagers was cute and funny, that’s how much I loved this movie.

In other news, temperatures in the Rainy City are record low right now, which means friggin’ cold. And snow, lots of it. Which means that I’m not only freezing my behind off, I’m not getting anywhere because people in this town don’t know how to behave around snow. Whenever white stuff falls from the sky everybody drives so slowly you could walk next to them and get to work sooner.

We like to drive downtown on Sunday mornings because it’s quiet, the kids get a chance to run around without bumping into people, and because I can drink coffee while they’re doing it. Last Sunday we encountered a bit of a puzzle, though. I really wonder how this item of clothing got there – and more importantly, where the rest of the outfit is:

I’m a little annoyed that I didn’t think to stop and check if it was my cup size. You can never get enough bras, as I always say.

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About a bra

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Well, stuff happened and life got busy and then Christmas came raining down upon us like  napalm. I’m actually quite the holiday enthusiast, but each year I get kicked in the gut with the insane stress that is Christmas. I might quit celebrating altogether. Unless that means I have to quit decorating, of course. Or stop listening to that Christmas music that makes me weak in the knees. Or eating Pinnekjøtt and making sure I get all the fatty pieces. There’s just something about dragging an actual tree into your home and putting red stuff on it that gets me all dreamy and merry. What can I say, the smell of a good pine tree is my own personal brand of heroin (name that movie).

Yes, that is my tree, people. And yes, the star at the top is touching the ceiling, in case you wondered.

I’ve toyed with the thought of just getting rid of this blog, especially now that I’ve been away for a little while. But we all know I’m too much of an exhibitionist not to take advantage of this opportunity to grab some attention, so you’re not getting rid of me that easily. I guess what I’m trying to say is: Happy New Year, friends, I’m looking forward to staying in touch this year. Let’s make it a good one!

Before I wrap this up I’d like to get your opinion on a little idea I’ve been fiddling with. You may notice that this post is only available in the widely recognized language of English. How would my abundant mass of readers feel if I kept this an all-English blog from now on? Please voice your opinion in the poll over there on the right. Thanks!

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Honey, I’m home!

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