Me, myself and I

No time, no time, need sleep. We have gotten to the letter M and I'm taking the cheap way out. A picture of Me, the Mountaineer.

Chopping wood last Easter at my brother in law's cabin... very Norwegian, and not so very Me.

Night night.

My best friend

Your best friend should be someone you spend a lot of time with right?





Someone you share everything with and do everything with?

I have a special friend and her name is
Laura.
We met as exchange students in Ghana, spent 10 intense months in the same crazy country as confused teenagers. We attended a school so different from the schools we came from, we lived in families so different from those we had back home, we walked the streets of Kumasi, a city so far from our respective hometowns, hers in Germany, mine in Norway. We spent ALMOST every day of that year together. In school, in Baboo's Bazaar (for those who know Kumasi), after school, sharing a soda and sharing frustrations and funny stories. We experienced so many things together, and we had this, I would call it, life-changing experience together.












No one else can ever understand what we lived in Ghana. Nobody can replace the importance this girl represents in my life. Even though our intense year is 8 years behind us now, we are still friends. We have a loose pact to meet every year. She was here this year, as my maid of honor. So I guess I'm going to Germany in 2010!
If you still live there! Will May be ok for you, honey?

Ich hab' dich lieb.

Lower pic:
Laura to the left, in our school uniforms from Kumasi Secondary Techincal School. Me to the right.

Easy and safe

I have fallen behind I feel, cos of Wedenesday without a post. It's now one hour into Saturday but I will take time to post although I should go to sleep. What a lovely Friday. Had a visit from a friend from work, we drank beer and talked all night. It was lovely. And refreshing with new people in my life.

We have come to the letter K, and I'm choosing something easy and safe. Hubby. His name is Kofi in Ghana. And here he is at Labadi beach. Before he put a ring on his finger.
I am so blessed.

Played this song for our first dance at our wedding.

I set out on a narrow way many years ago
Hoping I would find true love along the broken road
But I got lost a time or two
Wiped my brow and kept pushing through
I couldn't see how every sign pointed straight to you

Every long lost dream led me to where you are
Others who broke my heart they were like Northern stars
Pointing me on my way into your loving arms
This much I know is true
That God blessed the broken road
That led me straight to you

I think about the years I spent just passing through
I'd like to have the time I lost and give it back to you
But you just smile and take my hand
You've been there you understand
It's all part of a grander plan that is coming true

Now I'm just rolling home
Into my lover's arms
This much I know is true
That God blessed the broken road
That led me straight to you

That God blessed the broken road
That led me straight to you.

(Rascal Flatts - God blessed the broken roads.)

Me do wu.

Jeeez....

I'm tired of all the things with this apartement. After the toilet finally got fixed, the internet started fooling. Actually, the internet fools about once every week. It's something about the server. I live in an apartement block. 4 apartements + the landlord is sharing an internet connection. The main server is in his house. We are on the top, and the internet keeps falling out here, but not downstairs. My computer says: Cannot communicate with primary DNS-server.

Anyone wanna tell me what that means and how to fix it please? The landlord has to pull out a plug to the main router to get it to work again. And am I tired of calling and nagging at the landlord all the time? Yes. But he is very nice and patient though. So yesterday was internet free, and then you get to feel how addicted you actually are of this lovely invention. What was life like without internet? Unbearable I guess.

But yesterday should have been J so here is Jesus. With his mama Mary. This picture frame hangs on the wall in my mother-in-law's house in Tema. My husband's nine year old (at the time) niece took this picture. I let her go around the house with my camera (nervously watching and making sure my lovely Canon Ixus didnt fall to the hard floor), taking pics of what she wanted. I liked that she took this picture of Holy Mary and her Son.

IIIIIIIII

Ok, now I have spent about 30 minutes looking for a picture starting with I. And it was IIIIIImpossible, I tell you. I couldn't find anything remotely close to starting with an I. I was about to put a pic there with a Norwegian title starting with I, but I changed my mind.

So, my dear readers, you get to enjoy a bad quality picture of a person I don't know, but have met once, doing Ice skating right next to our apartement here in Levanger.

The girl is from Thailand, and was here last year, doing an exchange year in high school. I did that in Ghana when I was 18. I lived with a family in Kumasi and went to secondary school there. The most memorable year of my life, no doubt about that. Now a new batch of students are in Levanger, and I am a contact person for another girl from Thailand. I wonder if I will take her skating one day. I dont have any skates, so the answer to that will probably be NO.

When I was a little girl, my dream was to have ice skates. The white ones, that the ice dancers used. My two best friends both had skates and I didnt. I used to sit in my bedroom looking out the window at my two friends having fun and skating at the parking lot at my school. I wanted skates sooooo bad. If I played with them, and they were skating, I only got to act as their coach, since I didnt have skates. Boring. But that Christmas I got skates from my parents. I had a diary back then and it is full of my joyous thoughts about me getting skates.... Oh joy. But now I dont have them anymore, and I dont have the skills either.

Today:

1. Had a nice day at work with my nice colleagues.
2. Landlord got a plumber to fix my toilet (hope I wont have to pay the bill....)
3. Went to the gym with a friend and had light soup served for dinner by wonderful Hubby (who is shouting at the TV cos Man U is losing and the referee is an idiot. Really. He is.)

nothing to write home about

I know this pic is bad quality, but I think everyone can see the name of the hotel:

Hell Hotel. Sooo funny, haha. It's a place called Hell not far from where I live, and tourists think it's very funny to take pictures especially at the train station. There they have an old sign, in old formal Norwegian saying:

Hell
Gods Expedition.

Gods means cargo... but Hello?! Funny.

I dont have much to say today cos our toilet is still clogged and it makes me angry cos the landlord hasnt called a plumber yet, and he blames me for it, and he complains about everything we do and I want to move but I cant find a place we can afford. Grrr..

good things:

1. Early shift at work, 6.30am -2pm. Made perfect pizza dough for a birthday boy.
2. Went to the gym
3. Am baking bread..

What a boring day.

E is for Eeeeediot

Shhh! Don't tell anyone at the nursery school I work that I don't know my A, B, C's....

The smart lady to the left is the only one who noticed that I skipped E in the photo alphabet...

And therefore, in her honor, I put her picture here. Of course, her name is Ellen.

Fun facts about Ellen:

1. She used to be my karate student, but turned out to be a good friend.
2. She is very HOT.
3. She owns that motorbike.
4. She lives and studies nursing in Australia, but she is from the far far North.
5. Her whole name is Ellen Margareta Blind Hansen!
6. She is really good at her A, B, C's....

Thanks, Ellen, for pointing out my mistake...
I'll try to be serious from now on!