Och gissa vem som dök up..?
2012-02-23
After work
Vilken underbart mysig kväll med mina damer! Vi hamnade på Mörners där en rejäl hamburgare och drinkar intogs under mycket skratt! Tycker så mycket om mina kollegor!
Och gissa vem som dök up..?
Och gissa vem som dök up..?
Surdegstoast!
McDonalds hade slutat servera frukost, så vi gick till Waynes! Dyrt men gott! Här med min lilla japan! "Me so happy!" Han har en dejt ikväll... Lyllos! 
God morgon, solsken!
Solen skiner, jag var uppe och tog en härlig dusch vid kl 8, skypeade med A en stund och nu ska jag ner på stan och käka en glamourös frukost på McDonalds! Haha, jag blev så sugen häromdagen och vem frågar jag om inte allas vår kära mr Tightass! Idag börjar jag kl 11, stänger vid 19 och sedan ska jag och mina apoteksdamer göra stan. Skämt åsido, vi ska väl ta en bit mat och mysa lite.
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| Pigg och glad, kexchoklad! |
2012-02-22
Den förlorade staden
Eftersom jag tyckt synd om mig själv för att jag är krasslig, har jag begravt mig i ett nytt spel för iPhone hela kvällen. Ett äventyrsspel i samma anda som The Grisly Manor, men längre, svårare och kostar 7 kronor. Men helt klart värt det! Klurigt, hårslitande och väldigt vackert gjort. Ni som har Apple-produkter, ladda ner det omedelbums!
Ni hittar det här. Klick klick!
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| Här är scenen precis innan jag klarade spelet! |
Married or not, you should read this
Jag är en sucker för alla dessa mirakelberättelser och mysiga feel-good-stories som cirkulerar på internet. Här är en jag såg på Facebook idag. Förmodligen inte ens sann, men fin. Fällde en tår. Något ni får läsa medan jag klarar det otroligt spännande spelet The Lost City som jag nyss laddat ner till min iPhone. Enjoy.
“When I got home that night as my wife served dinner, I held her hand and said, I’ve got something to tell you. She sat down and ate quietly. Again I observed the hurt in her eyes.
Suddenly I didn’t know how to open my mouth. But I had to let her know what I was thinking. I want a divorce. I raised the topic calmly. She didn’t seem to be annoyed by my words, instead she asked me softly, why?
I avoided her question. This made her angry. She threw away the chopsticks and shouted at me, you are not a man! That night, we didn’t talk to each other. She was weeping. I knew she wanted to find out what had happened to our marriage. But I could hardly give her a satisfactory answer; she had lost my heart to Jane. I didn’t love her anymore. I just pitied her!
With a deep sense of guilt, I drafted a divorce agreement which stated that she could own our house, our car, and 30% stake of my company. She glanced at it and then tore it into pieces. The woman who had spent ten years of her life with me had become a stranger. I felt sorry for her wasted time, resources and energy but I could not take back what I had said for I loved Jane so dearly. Finally she cried loudly in front of me, which was what I had expected to see. To me her cry was actually a kind of release. The idea of divorce which had obsessed me for several weeks seemed to be firmer and clearer now.
The next day, I came back home very late and found her writing something at the table. I didn’t have supper but went straight to sleep and fell asleep very fast because I was tired after an eventful day with Jane. When I woke up, she was still there at the table writing. I just did not care so I turned over and was asleep again.
In the morning she presented her divorce conditions: she didn’t want anything from me, but needed a month’s notice before the divorce. She requested that in that one month we both struggle to live as normal a life as possible. Her reasons were simple: our son had his exams in a month’s time and she didn’t want to disrupt him with our broken marriage.
This was agreeable to me. But she had something more, she asked me to recall how I had carried her into out bridal room on our wedding day. She requested that every day for the month’s duration I carry her out of our bedroom to the front door ever morning. I thought she was going crazy. Just to make our last days together bearable I accepted her odd request.
I told Jane about my wife’s divorce conditions. . She laughed loudly and thought it was absurd. No matter what tricks she applies, she has to face the divorce, she said scornfully.
My wife and I hadn’t had any body contact since my divorce intention was explicitly expressed. So when I carried her out on the first day, we both appeared clumsy. Our son clapped behind us, daddy is holding mommy in his arms. His words brought me a sense of pain. From the bedroom to the sitting room, then to the door, I walked over ten meters with her in my arms. She closed her eyes and said softly; don’t tell our son about the divorce. I nodded, feeling somewhat upset. I put her down outside the door. She went to wait for the bus to work. I drove alone to the office.
On the second day, both of us acted much more easily. She leaned on my chest. I could smell the fragrance of her blouse. I realized that I hadn’t looked at this woman carefully for a long time. I realized she was not young any more. There were fine wrinkles on her face, her hair was graying! Our marriage had taken its toll on her. For a minute I wondered what I had done to her.
On the fourth day, when I lifted her up, I felt a sense of intimacy returning. This was the woman who had given ten years of her life to me. On the fifth and sixth day, I realized that our sense of intimacy was growing again. I didn’t tell Jane about this. It became easier to carry her as the month slipped by. Perhaps the everyday workout made me stronger.
She was choosing what to wear one morning. She tried on quite a few dresses but could not find a suitable one. Then she sighed, all my dresses have grown bigger. I suddenly realized that she had grown so thin, that was the reason why I could carry her more easily.
Suddenly it hit me… she had buried so much pain and bitterness in her heart. Subconsciously I reached out and touched her head.
Our son came in at the moment and said, Dad, it’s time to carry mom out. To him, seeing his father carrying his mother out had become an essential part of his life. My wife gestured to our son to come closer and hugged him tightly. I turned my face away because I was afraid I might change my mind at this last minute. I then held her in my arms, walking from the bedroom, through the sitting room, to the hallway. Her hand surrounded my neck softly and naturally. I held her body tightly; it was just like our wedding day.
But her much lighter weight made me sad. On the last day, when I held her in my arms I could hardly move a step. Our son had gone to school. I held her tightly and said, I hadn’t noticed that our life lacked intimacy. I drove to office…. jumped out of the car swiftly without locking the door. I was afraid any delay would make me change my mind…I walked upstairs. Jane opened the door and I said to her, Sorry, Jane, I do not want the divorce anymore.
She looked at me, astonished, and then touched my forehead. Do you have a fever? She said. I moved her hand off my head. Sorry, Jane, I said, I won’t divorce. My marriage life was boring probably because she and I didn’t value the details of our lives, not because we didn’t love each other anymore. Now I realize that since I carried her into my home on our wedding day I am supposed to hold her until death do us apart. Jane seemed to suddenly wake up. She gave me a loud slap and then slammed the door and burst into tears. I walked downstairs and drove away. At the floral shop on the way, I ordered a bouquet of flowers for my wife. The salesgirl asked me what to write on the card. I smiled and wrote, I’ll carry you out every morning until death do us apart.
That evening I arrived home, flowers in my hands, a smile on my face, I run up stairs, only to find my wife in the bed - dead. My wife had been fighting CANCER for months and I was so busy with Jane to even notice. She knew that she would die soon and she wanted to save me from the whatever negative reaction from our son, in case we push through with the divorce.— At least, in the eyes of our son—- I’m a loving husband…."
The small details of your lives are what really matter in a relationship. It is not the mansion, the car, property, the money in the bank. These create an environment conducive for happiness but cannot give happiness in themselves. So find time to be your spouse’s friend and do those little things for each other that build intimacy. Do have a real happy marriage!
If you don’t share this, nothing will happen to you. If you do, you just might save a marriage. Many of life’s failures are people who did not realize how close they were to success when they gave up.
“When I got home that night as my wife served dinner, I held her hand and said, I’ve got something to tell you. She sat down and ate quietly. Again I observed the hurt in her eyes.
Suddenly I didn’t know how to open my mouth. But I had to let her know what I was thinking. I want a divorce. I raised the topic calmly. She didn’t seem to be annoyed by my words, instead she asked me softly, why?
I avoided her question. This made her angry. She threw away the chopsticks and shouted at me, you are not a man! That night, we didn’t talk to each other. She was weeping. I knew she wanted to find out what had happened to our marriage. But I could hardly give her a satisfactory answer; she had lost my heart to Jane. I didn’t love her anymore. I just pitied her!
With a deep sense of guilt, I drafted a divorce agreement which stated that she could own our house, our car, and 30% stake of my company. She glanced at it and then tore it into pieces. The woman who had spent ten years of her life with me had become a stranger. I felt sorry for her wasted time, resources and energy but I could not take back what I had said for I loved Jane so dearly. Finally she cried loudly in front of me, which was what I had expected to see. To me her cry was actually a kind of release. The idea of divorce which had obsessed me for several weeks seemed to be firmer and clearer now.
The next day, I came back home very late and found her writing something at the table. I didn’t have supper but went straight to sleep and fell asleep very fast because I was tired after an eventful day with Jane. When I woke up, she was still there at the table writing. I just did not care so I turned over and was asleep again.
In the morning she presented her divorce conditions: she didn’t want anything from me, but needed a month’s notice before the divorce. She requested that in that one month we both struggle to live as normal a life as possible. Her reasons were simple: our son had his exams in a month’s time and she didn’t want to disrupt him with our broken marriage.
This was agreeable to me. But she had something more, she asked me to recall how I had carried her into out bridal room on our wedding day. She requested that every day for the month’s duration I carry her out of our bedroom to the front door ever morning. I thought she was going crazy. Just to make our last days together bearable I accepted her odd request.
I told Jane about my wife’s divorce conditions. . She laughed loudly and thought it was absurd. No matter what tricks she applies, she has to face the divorce, she said scornfully.
My wife and I hadn’t had any body contact since my divorce intention was explicitly expressed. So when I carried her out on the first day, we both appeared clumsy. Our son clapped behind us, daddy is holding mommy in his arms. His words brought me a sense of pain. From the bedroom to the sitting room, then to the door, I walked over ten meters with her in my arms. She closed her eyes and said softly; don’t tell our son about the divorce. I nodded, feeling somewhat upset. I put her down outside the door. She went to wait for the bus to work. I drove alone to the office.
On the second day, both of us acted much more easily. She leaned on my chest. I could smell the fragrance of her blouse. I realized that I hadn’t looked at this woman carefully for a long time. I realized she was not young any more. There were fine wrinkles on her face, her hair was graying! Our marriage had taken its toll on her. For a minute I wondered what I had done to her.
On the fourth day, when I lifted her up, I felt a sense of intimacy returning. This was the woman who had given ten years of her life to me. On the fifth and sixth day, I realized that our sense of intimacy was growing again. I didn’t tell Jane about this. It became easier to carry her as the month slipped by. Perhaps the everyday workout made me stronger.
She was choosing what to wear one morning. She tried on quite a few dresses but could not find a suitable one. Then she sighed, all my dresses have grown bigger. I suddenly realized that she had grown so thin, that was the reason why I could carry her more easily.
Suddenly it hit me… she had buried so much pain and bitterness in her heart. Subconsciously I reached out and touched her head.
Our son came in at the moment and said, Dad, it’s time to carry mom out. To him, seeing his father carrying his mother out had become an essential part of his life. My wife gestured to our son to come closer and hugged him tightly. I turned my face away because I was afraid I might change my mind at this last minute. I then held her in my arms, walking from the bedroom, through the sitting room, to the hallway. Her hand surrounded my neck softly and naturally. I held her body tightly; it was just like our wedding day.
But her much lighter weight made me sad. On the last day, when I held her in my arms I could hardly move a step. Our son had gone to school. I held her tightly and said, I hadn’t noticed that our life lacked intimacy. I drove to office…. jumped out of the car swiftly without locking the door. I was afraid any delay would make me change my mind…I walked upstairs. Jane opened the door and I said to her, Sorry, Jane, I do not want the divorce anymore.
She looked at me, astonished, and then touched my forehead. Do you have a fever? She said. I moved her hand off my head. Sorry, Jane, I said, I won’t divorce. My marriage life was boring probably because she and I didn’t value the details of our lives, not because we didn’t love each other anymore. Now I realize that since I carried her into my home on our wedding day I am supposed to hold her until death do us apart. Jane seemed to suddenly wake up. She gave me a loud slap and then slammed the door and burst into tears. I walked downstairs and drove away. At the floral shop on the way, I ordered a bouquet of flowers for my wife. The salesgirl asked me what to write on the card. I smiled and wrote, I’ll carry you out every morning until death do us apart.
That evening I arrived home, flowers in my hands, a smile on my face, I run up stairs, only to find my wife in the bed - dead. My wife had been fighting CANCER for months and I was so busy with Jane to even notice. She knew that she would die soon and she wanted to save me from the whatever negative reaction from our son, in case we push through with the divorce.— At least, in the eyes of our son—- I’m a loving husband…."
The small details of your lives are what really matter in a relationship. It is not the mansion, the car, property, the money in the bank. These create an environment conducive for happiness but cannot give happiness in themselves. So find time to be your spouse’s friend and do those little things for each other that build intimacy. Do have a real happy marriage!
If you don’t share this, nothing will happen to you. If you do, you just might save a marriage. Many of life’s failures are people who did not realize how close they were to success when they gave up.
Bulle i ugnen!
Eller nej, inte riktigt. Lasagne i ugnen! Lasagne med majs och champinjoner! Gott. Jag slutade kl 18, struntade i träningen idag, ställde mig i köket och svängde ihop en lasagne och lade mig raklång (så rakt det går i den här soffan...) och allt detta innan kl 19. Det var väl ganska bra gjort? Jag är så trött och känner något i hals och näsa. Usch, jag kommer att bli sur om jag blir sjuk.
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| Ok, på bilden ser det lite ut som hjärnsubstans med morötter. Men det var gott! |
Mello
Lyxmellanmål! Det tycker jag att jag jag har förtjänat efter en hård dag. Fyra är vi, två farmacevter och två tekniker. Det har funkat förvånansvärt bra, men man är lite mör. Dessutom är jag ju allas tech support i och med den nya uppdateringen. Känns bra att man kan hantera problemen kollegorna kommer med! You go girl!
The belt
Dagens: ni känner igen det!
Tänkte att fokuset skulle ligga på mitt snygga bälte idag. Vintage, läder, köpt för ett par år sedan (eller, Sofie?) innan alla bloggerskor skaffade sig likadana med silverdetaljer. Min favorit just nu!
Tänkte att fokuset skulle ligga på mitt snygga bälte idag. Vintage, läder, köpt för ett par år sedan (eller, Sofie?) innan alla bloggerskor skaffade sig likadana med silverdetaljer. Min favorit just nu!
Rester
Länsade mammas kylskåp när jag var hemma igår. Stekt ris, falukorv, haricot verts med tofu, stekt ägg... Allt fick åka ner i matlådan. Mmm.
Känner mig sjuk, usch. Måste nog skippa body attack idag. Buhu! Ska åka hem och sova istället. Fast jag är ju så sugen på att träna! Min födelsedagsvecka med två tårtor, middagsbuffé och alkohol i mängder har verkligen lämnat spår på fel ställen på kroppen...
Känner mig sjuk, usch. Måste nog skippa body attack idag. Buhu! Ska åka hem och sova istället. Fast jag är ju så sugen på att träna! Min födelsedagsvecka med två tårtor, middagsbuffé och alkohol i mängder har verkligen lämnat spår på fel ställen på kroppen...
2012-02-21
Vår!
Idag var det 4 grader varmt (kallt...) när jag gick till jobbet! Funderade nästan på att ta på mig vårjackan! Men när jag kom hem från föräldrarna var det -1, så det är väl bara att glömma. Det är ju faktiskt bara februari. Men jag vill ha vår! Jag vill gå runt sköna kavajer, jeans och en soft t-shirt eller blus! Ge mig sol! Jag tar hellre pollenallergi än vinterkylan... Fy.
Brukar spara outfits jag hittar på internet som inspiration (även om jag aldrig har tid att kika på dem på morgonarna...). Eftersom jag inte bryr mig särskilt mycket om trender och mode utan är mer inriktat på klassiska basplagg kommer mina våroutfits att bli ganska enkla. Men snygga.
Jeans, t-shirt och kavaj - kan inte bli enklare
Mina vita Dieselbyxor kommer att användas flitigt...
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Blusar i alla färger och former!
Min nya, beiga kjol ska matchas på olika sätt...
Min bikerjacka kommer också att användas flitigt!
Fettisdagen!
Som den underbara dotter jag är, köpte jag med mig fyra semlor till min kära familj och åkte hem till dem för lite familjemys. Så himla gott!
Glad fettisdag på er!
Glad fettisdag på er!
Hello
Is it me you're looking for?
- Lionel Richie
Har jag haft på hjärnan hela dagen. Dagens: tröja RL, jeans AE, halsband Dogeared (älskar't!) och klocka Casio.
- Lionel Richie
Har jag haft på hjärnan hela dagen. Dagens: tröja RL, jeans AE, halsband Dogeared (älskar't!) och klocka Casio.
Picknick med mig själv
Idag blev det en liten picknick bestående av revbensspjäll, mimosasallad, plommontomater och lite olivciabatta. Orkade typ hälften. Men gott var det! Och det är vår i luften! Jippie!
Ikväll stänger jag och sedan ska jag till föräldrarna med fyra semlor från Linds konditori! Yummy!
Ikväll stänger jag och sedan ska jag till föräldrarna med fyra semlor från Linds konditori! Yummy!
2012-02-20
Min födelsedagspresent från syster
Min syster "bjuder" mig på en resa till... Gissa var? Här får ni några (lätta) ledtrådar:
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| Branderburger Gate |
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| The television tower |
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| The Wall |
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| Currywurst! |
Trött och ledsen
Jag är så trött att jag inte ens är hungrig. Jag som alltid är hungrig! Ska nog gå och lägga mig snart. I morgon är det informationsmöte klockan 8.45, jobbar till kl 19. Sedan tänkte jag köpa lite semlor och överraska familjen. Det är ju ändå fettisdagen.
Förutom fettisdagen är imorgon även dagen då Anthony ska träffa läkare och experter, sedan ska de planera operationen. Den ska ske ganska direkt! Idag var det President's day i USA och min pojkvän har jobbat hårt med renoveringen av sitt hus hela helgen och även idag, för att han vill att det mesta ska vara klart när jag kommer. Så hårt att han har inte ens tid att prata med mig när jag har en dålig dag... Ja, jag tycker så fruktansvärt synd om mig själv, haha.
Det här blev ju ett ganska random inlägg. Men det är för att jag är så trött. Och jag pratade med min far nyss och han verkar inte bli av med sitt ryggont. Hur frustrerad, arg och ledsen jag blir på min far, älskar jag honom så.
Förutom fettisdagen är imorgon även dagen då Anthony ska träffa läkare och experter, sedan ska de planera operationen. Den ska ske ganska direkt! Idag var det President's day i USA och min pojkvän har jobbat hårt med renoveringen av sitt hus hela helgen och även idag, för att han vill att det mesta ska vara klart när jag kommer. Så hårt att han har inte ens tid att prata med mig när jag har en dålig dag... Ja, jag tycker så fruktansvärt synd om mig själv, haha.
Det här blev ju ett ganska random inlägg. Men det är för att jag är så trött. Och jag pratade med min far nyss och han verkar inte bli av med sitt ryggont. Hur frustrerad, arg och ledsen jag blir på min far, älskar jag honom så.
Baconchips!
Vad har vi sagt om att handla hungrig? Då spontanköper man allt möjligt onödigt. Till exempel baconchips. Men de är ju så goda. Och Netto är sjukt billigt. Köpte typ en stor kasse med massa nödvändigheter som ost, mjölk, potatis, morötter, bröd, margarin och lite annat för typ 130 spänn. För det får man typ en chokladkaka och en microrätt på Hemköp...
Äsch nu såg jag att min Photobooth-bild ändå inte visar att det står BACON i stora bokstäver. Men jag orkar verkligen inte ta om den. Har eftersvettats klart nu. Spinningen med Nisse (varje måndag, lite mullig söt kille, hårdrockmusik) var riktigt jobbig. Pushade mig som en galning.
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| Tummen upp för baconchips! |
Ugh
Vilken dag! Fy fan. Det började ok men nu är jag så frustrerad och sur. Det är det uppdaterade datorsystemet som krånglar till det i kassan. Herregud vad frustrerande! Och som vanligt måste jag lösa det. Suck. Ibland är det lite jobbigt att ha äldre kollegor. De är grymt duktiga på egenvård och allt annat. Men datorer... Oj oj oj. Tack och lov att jag har tant Monika som kan datorer! Haha.
Lugnande bild på mina utslagna rosor! Himlans massa bilder på blommor på sistone, haha!
Lugnande bild på mina utslagna rosor! Himlans massa bilder på blommor på sistone, haha!
2012-02-19
Till mamma
Min mor älskar blommor. Det här inlägget är för henne. Och för att öva mig på min kamera... Och för att skryta för er hur duktig jag börjar bli på att hantera min kamera. Haha. Älskar min nya lins som jag fick i julklapp från min älskling. Och mina fina blommor. Liljorna är från Sofie, tulpanerna är från Anthony och bokstäverna är från mamma.
My auntie and I
Ibland blir jag så överraskad när jag får höra att folk läser min blogg. Jag blir alltid glad när vänner säger att de tycker att det är roligt att läsa min blogg. Det har kommit från alla möjliga håll, båda vänner och bekanta och vänners vänner och bekanta. Roligt! Idag fick jag reda på att min moster i Sac har hittat till min blogg. Haha, hon är världens finaste men inte särskilt teknisk av sig, så jag är imponerad!
Ibland glömmer jag bort hur mycket min moster och hennes man gjorde för mig när jag bodde hos dem i Sacramento i ett helt år. De är väldigt annorlunda mina föräldrar så jag vet att jag och min livsstil gjorde de väldigt oroliga och frustrerade ibland. Men de var alltid så omtänksamma och omhändertagande. If you read this, thank you for everything, bac Binh! Love you!
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| Jag och min moster på min 23:e födelsedag! Så annorlunda jag såg ut... |
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