Baby, it's cold outside

The view from my bed Saturday morning. Blizzard. Long time since I saw that. Kinda cool. The highlight of a crappy weekend filled with vomiting and breaking the window of my sister's car.

February gotta get better.

today

Today Ghana, D.R. Congo, Afghanistan, Spain and Norway will come to my house. Right now Spain is sleeping on our couch and I don't exactly know whether to wake him or not. We have a lot of food to make! It's finally time for our housewarming party! Will be very nice to gather so many people from different places. We have done it before and it was a success! Hubby is out of town, writing yet another Norwegian exam that will qualify him to study in Norwegian universities. Stupid tests, he knows how to speak the language, it should be up to him to study or not. If he fails it's his problem, right?

But early this morning his best buddy Spain came with the train, and he is here keeping me company and helping me cook. When he wakes up that is. I am seriously sleep deprived myself cos Hubby had to get up at 5.30 and since then I was not really sleeping, just being nervous on his behalf.  I was told by Spain to take a siesta, and he was gonna relax on the couch. I went into my bed, laid there for 40 minutes, sleep never came so I got up and drank a RedBull and ate brownies... Now I'm watching the mountain of raw material waiting to be turned into delicious food, by me. Somebody give me strength!

Levanger is lovely these days, a lot of snow, not too cold, white and clear, and the daylight lasts longer and longer. I'm already satisfied with winter and would welcome spring tomorrow if possible. But it's not so let's focus on the bright side - the sun stays up longer every day.






As I see this is becoming a very informative, and not so exciting post, I'm gonna end it here, put on some music (that might "accidentally" wake Spain) and start cooking!

Have a lovely weekend y'all!

Stupid niger slut

Hell yeah. That's me. Anonymous, you got me!
So you were reading the post I wrote from when me and hubby were in Oslo last spring. And you thought you should write something to offend me?

Guess what, I don't give a f... Even if I wrote a post on it. I still don't care. But thanks, for giving me something to write a few lines about!

Peace out!

Once upon a time

Once upon a time there was a girl who blogged. She thought it was fun to blog. She used to have long and funny and weird stories from an amazing country where everything was upside down. She could write a whole page just about a taxi ride or a trip to the market. She could blog about something as mundane as dinner or what dress to wear to church. She could blog about funny misunderstandings, frustrating things that could drive her to tears, or joyful things that made her heart dance.

She could always find something cool to take a picture of and blog around it.
She got comments on her blog. People said that she was good at writing, she wrote interesting, funny stories. People complimented her. It gave her motivation and she blogged more.

Then, she went back to the country she really belongs in. The blogging slowed down. Life became SO normal. The things that happened around her didn't catch her attention. Nothing stood out in the crowd of ordinary days. She needed blog projects to even get something down on "paper". Projects that forced her to blog every day. After a few projects, even less motivation. She came to a point where she only blogged once a month or so. Her comments disappeared, obviously. Less motivation.

She doesn't want to stop. She doesn't want to delete the blog. The blog has been her companion through some of the most crazy years of her life. It has travelled far and wide with her. Giving up the blog is like leaving a part of her life behind. She will not delete it. But will she write more? How? About what? How can she learn to be amazed and inspired by the tiny little things that happen in her every day normal life in this NORMAL (for her) country? Writing was one of the things she "HAS". Something she likes, and feels she is good at. She doesn't want to lose it. Sometimes she wishes she could make her living from something like that. She has to start blogging again, about the mundane things.

Maybe it's time? Maybe it's all the other things she has to get done throughout a day? Be an employee? Be a wife? Exercise? Clean the house? Knit baby clothes for a baby not yet concieved? Watch TV? Facebook? Watch her life pass by, without blogging? What is it?


I want to get my blogging mojo back.