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Sunday, May 31, 2009
Saturday, May 30, 2009
Thursday, May 28, 2009
Wednesday, May 27, 2009
"Karla, can you help me with this?"
"Karla, what do you think of this?"
"Karla, how does this work?"
"Karla Karla Karla Karla Karla Karla Karla....!!!!??"
Any wonder I don't have kids? I have co-workers!
Monday, May 25, 2009
Your attention span will be shrinking as the day goes on, so it's not a good day for afternoon meetings or lectures. Even a foreign film with subtitles might be a bit too much to capture your concentration for long. Facts, figures, numbers and names will just bounce around your head today, so it's not a good day for finalizing business deals or dealing with complicated math. Right now, your mind would rather deal with instant gratification and brief interludes of stimulation.
Jeez I’m even too ditzy for a foreign film? Those brief interludes of stimulation sound rather good though.
Sunday, May 24, 2009
Saturday, May 23, 2009
Anyhow, off topic.
I am sorry for not blogging more often. I am NOT going to be one of those who drops blogging for Twitter and FaceSpace and all that, I am keeping on keepin' on with the blog because it is the perfect form of expression for me.
Except...the self censorship. Oh the fucking self (and husband) censoring. People, it's getting a bit out of hand.
Things I don't write about:
- His work
- My work
- Last names
- Town names ('cept Austin, who can censor Austin?)
- Family names
- Did I mention, his work?
The husband, not so much a talker, so I am obliged to not talk as it is his shit I wanna talk about. So I am largely shutting up and drinking alot of rosé, which is not good for me or my ass.
So lately there is more I can't talk about than I can talk about, so I just don't talk at all. And get rather explody with the angst.
So, instead, I bang my head on bathtubs, get the much needed facial (more on that in a mo') and make Drunk Chicken Tacos after yet another night at the pub hashing out scarily adult issues with other stressed out people.
So, facial. Got a facial yesterday and apparently I have guzzled from the Fountain of Youth because the facialist could not BELIEVE that I am 40. I felt like that character on Saturday Night Live, "I'm 50! 50 Years Old!", except I'm, you know, 40. She thought I was 32. I almost had to show her my driver's license to prove it. She kept saying "But you have no wrinkles! None around your eyes!" She was very impressed. (I think that she also got a customer for life in me, it was a good facial, and she squeezed the BEJESUS out of my black heads, saying, "Your pores are too small!" How can I NOT love her?)
Here's what I don't get, however. So here I am, with this 'perfect skin' and this non wrinkled (and now black and whitehead free, thank you very much) face, and what does she do? She proceeds to cover it with about 10lbs of mineral makeup. I go from glowing youthful complexion to matte, flat, orangey 'what you hiding under there?' old lady face. WTF? WHY do they do that? I couldn't keep my glasses on my nose, they slipped off from all the foundation and goo!
I came home and washed if off, and replaced it with my usual 30 spf sheer sunscreen and smoky eyes. Ah...there I am. Look 32....feel 85.
Tuesday, May 19, 2009
I think I might be the world’s biggest dork. When getting ready in the morning, I wash my hair and then flip it, wet, over my head and do a few big shakes of my head to get the excess wet out. It resembles a headbanger move. I usually do this in the shower right before wrapping my hair in a towel.
When getting ready in the morning, I wash my hair and then flip it, wet, over my head and do a few big shakes of my head to get the excess wet out. It resembles a headbanger move. I usually do this in the shower right before wrapping my hair in a towel.
Holy. Shit. That truck driver saved my life.
I just stared at the stupid girl driving the red
And it wasn’t even 9 am yet.
The day didn't get much better.
The day didn't get much better.
Sunday, May 17, 2009
I saw this first thing this morning. At first I thought my hangover was REALLY bad and I was hallucinating, but no, it's performance art. Later this guy gave birth to himself by somehow getting inside the bubble and then birthing himself back out of it. More pictures on my flickr, just click on the picture to go there.
This is not as easy as it sounds. Most of the songs are of the 'strong woman singing a vaguely Eastern sounding power song while her hair is blown by fans' variety, so they are hard to tell apart.
Germany, as always, gave us something unusual and Dita Von Teese appeared on stage in full corseted splendor. I rather liked Ukraine also, mostly because of the very hot gladiators in loin cloths dancing on stage. I'm sure the song was ok, too, though I couldn't remember it if I tried.
Norway's entry was cute and a little folksy and very charming. Catchy, too, though I don't see myself buying it. That won't be a problem, though, as it will play on the radio every 10 minutes for the next year.
We had some friends over to watch and we all hollered and screamed during the voting and had a good time. The party wasn't as crazy as some of my previous Eurovision parties, but that might be a good thing. Means less pain for me later, in the hangover department. The last train out was at 12:30 so people had to rush to catch that or spend alot of money on a cab to get home. It does tend to cut an evening short.
We did get a giggle around 1:30 am as a Russ bus pulled up in the road and bunch of drink girls stumbled off and proceeded to squat and pee in the bushes, behind park benches, and in one case, in the doorway of the building directly across from us. Of course we got a full moon view of it all from the balcony and we did a little hollerin' and hootin' to cheer them on. "You GO girl!"
Today is 17 May, Norway's National day, and everyone and I do mean EVERYONE is out, right now, in the plaza below, dressed in full bunad glory. It's a gorgeous day today (last year it pelted rain and snow!). There was a parade and now everyone is milling about in their finest, watching and seeing and greeting friends and basking in their Norwegianness and their Eurovision win. Russ busses are parked out on the road (strangely they all have American themes so there is one dedicated to the NFL and John Madden, wtf?) and they blast their music in competition with the little accordion band who are doing their damndest to be as loud as they can, but are no match for the bus that is really just a stereo on wheels.
I feel a little sad watching everyone; I should be down there and enjoying it for it might be my last. I feel a bit pressured to do all the things I might miss if we leave. Store up memories, do things I've always meant to do, but never got around to, etc.
My squishy head and coffee starved body say otherwise, however, they say, "Have a late morning and recuperate from last night!" If I do go down I have to dress up a bit (if you don't have a bunad you should wear something nice on May 17 as a mark of respect) and right now I'm pretty comfortable. I do see, however, a stand making crepes with chocolate.....hmm, that could be a good breakfast.
Saturday, May 16, 2009
Friday, May 15, 2009
Here’s a rather good New York Times article about
Compare this to the
Sigh, what to do what to do?
Thursday, May 14, 2009
So now I'm left with a lot of stress and some very difficult decisions to make which have to happen faster than is comfortable, yet will affect us for the rest of our lives.
Our time in Norway might be at a sudden end.....or it could continue for a very long time.
And we have to figure it all out by end August. I don't think three months is enough time to figure out the rest of your life, do you? Either way, no matter what, it means a move this summer. I fucking HATE moving. I am very, VERY angry. And stressed. I am so stressed it's sort of unreal. Physically, as well as mentally, overwrought.
I can't put any more details than that right now. (FYI, our health is fine, families fine, all that is ok, nobody's died. Some dreams, yes, those have died, but not any people.)
I think maybe I'll just show my general feelings pictorially.
Sunday, May 10, 2009
But Star Trek? Shit that was great. I mean, let's face it, it kind of WAS about history, really, the history of Star Trek, which is pretty much part of the lexicon of being an American. So I enjoyed it in a historical context, an interesting story (and mostly understandable, though time travel always confuses me) context AND it was fucking hilarious. Belly laughing, guffawing, giggling madly, hilarious.
I like that.
I'm going to see it again tonight. I can't wait to see it with Rich and see his reaction.
Which leads me to Leonard Nimoy.
I've spent the past 24 hours thinking about this show I was OBSESSED with when I was a kid. I mean, OBSESSED. It was narrated by Leonard Nimoy and was about wierd and unsolved mysteries on our earth. And I couldn't remember the name of it, though I can still hear the theme music in my head, no problem.
Finally, I asked Rich if he remembered this show and without hesitation he says, "Oh, yeah you mean 'In Search Of...'". (WTF? This is a guy who can't remember our phone number or my birthday, yet he can remember the name of an obscure 70's 'documentary' with no problems? I will never ever understand him. I am not meant to. His brain works in ways I cannot comprehend.)
Anyhow, do you remember 'In Search Of...'?
Man I loved that show. I watched it religiously and NO ONE was gonna get me away from that TV when it was on. (I was also a kid who regarded this book as my Bible. I likes me some unsolved paranormal mysteries, me does. That book is solely responsible for my having gone to Angkor Wat, you know. It literally changed my life and alot of my travel is based on shit I read in there when I was a kid.) 'In Search Of....' was the SHIT for a curious kid with an obsession with all things odd. It was soo cool to see, on film!, things I had only read about, and to know that maybe, if it was on TV, that other people out there were interested in the same things as me. so maybe i wasn't THAT strange after all.
I wonder if I can find a DVD of it. I bet now it comes across as hokey.
Saturday, May 09, 2009
Sunday, May 03, 2009
- Went for a wonderful long walk on Friday. Us and some friends. We walked along a coastal walk not far from here, along the fjord, through ancient farms and a lovely little holiday area that felt like it was in New England. Gorgeous day.
- One wierd thing happened on our walk?
- As we walked along the path, we saw a guy climbing straight up a very tall pine tree in the woods.
- He had a camera. He was a really good climber.
- When he got to the top of the tree, he started taking pictures of a boat about 50 yards away in the fjord. There was a lady on it, lying in the sun.
- I think he was a papparrazzo.
- He said it was his boat and he was taking pictures of it.
- Seems like a lot of painful effort to get a shot of your own boat!
- Me and Pam called bullshit on that one.
- I might have gotten a semblance of color from walking on that sunny day. From white to off-white.
- Hoping to repeat the experience today on a smaller scale. Walkies! Waiting for the sun to come out!!
- Made bacon wrapped scallops and roasted new potatoes last night. Might lightly pre-cook the bacon before wrapping the scallops next time. Bacon here is kind of thick and wasn't crisp enough by the time the scallops were ready.
- Scallops? Very new food for me. Have only started eating them in the last month or so.
- Had a very stressful week, complete with a minor anxiety attack on Wednesday. This stress, which I won't go into, will end soon, (I hope!) but the sense of powerlessness I am encountering is well nigh crazy making.
- I'm getting an actual, honest to God, white streak in my hair. I'm wondering if the stress is contributing? Not sure how I feel about it. Leave it or cover it? Hmm.
- Last week when I went out with 'my boys' from work, did I mention I got hit on by a girl?
- THAT was wierd. We were at the Dubliner in Oslo, she was some random Norwegian chick, drunk as HEY-all, and she hit on everyone in our group, including me.
- I kind of hated her. She was kind of a bitch. I didn't want to associate with her at all.
- At one point, she snatched my glasses off my face, after first trying to stroke my breasts.
- If you want me to punch you, all you need to do is touch my glasses. (Touching my boobs will be handled on a case by case basis. Glasses? THOSE are a different story.)
- If you want me to take your ass down, take them off my face.
- She knew (even in her drunk state) that she had fucked up, when, as she held my glasses behind her back, I got very cold and serious, and told her, very clearly, "You give me those back immediately. I am not fucking around." (Not that I could see her clearly enough to really hurt her, have I mentioned I am fucking BLIND?)
- She gave them back. She could tell I wasn't kidding.
- I walked, no, STALKED, off.
- The boys were rather stunned, and, I think, excited. I mean, they got to see me get felt up by a GIRL, and they almost got to see a cat fight! Perfect night for a guy!
- I don't fight, fyi. It's tacky.
- I had the craziest dream last night, that I was going out with the guy from Mythbusters, Adam Savage? And he was a terrible kisser. I am SO not sure what that was about, but wow, I really know how to dream a bad kiss. Yeuch.
- I think that is more than enough randomness for today. I now return you to your regularly scheduled programming.