I need to pack. I hate packing. The only thing I dislike more than packing, when it comes to packing, is unpacking. That’s a lot of whining for three sentences. And, I’m only packing for three days. I’m ridiculous.
We’re driving to Bellingham tomorrow, me, Dylan and Darryl, to attend Austin’s art show. Should be fun. Camping would have been fun too but the way the weather is looking, I’m not too bummed about missing out on that. No doubt will there be more chances to camp this summer.
I don’t start work until 4 today so this morning, even though it was kind of raining, I went for a walk. There are so many cute and different looking houses downtown Coeur d’Alene, going for a walk is almost like window shopping. And of course I find myself facing the same dilemma as when it comes to my missing talents; if I had to pick a house, one house, that I could have, which one would it be?
It’s really hard to decide, I don’t want anything too big because I look at those huge houses and all I can think is “what a pain in the ass to clean” and I don’t like to the too boxy looking houses and I really want a porch so I can sit outside with a cup of tea or a glass of wine and watch people go by and chat with my friends who would just randomly stop by without calling first but have a sixth sense about just when to show up on my front step.
And my cat would come stroke my legs and fall asleep all curled up in an empty chair and Dylan’s dog would not bark and raise hell but just be cute and well behaved and… all right, enough day dreaming. Packing it is. What do I want to wear Sunday?
Thursday, May 27, 2010
Tuesday, May 25, 2010
if I had to pick one...
Sometimes when I have a hard time falling asleep, ride the bus without anything to read (like this morning) or basically just find myself stuck with nothing else than my own thoughts to keep me entertained, I think about all the different talents that people are born with and that I totally lack. You know, like being able to sing, do acrobatic stuff, have photographic memory, draw, juggle, stick spoons down your nose (yes, down your nose, I’ll explain in a minute), speak backwards, kick yourself in the head and so on and so forth.
Then I categorize these talents into groups, like Useful (memorizing stuff), Not as useful but definitely impressive (drawing, singing), Not useful at all but cool for party tricks, oh and here is the explanation. During one of my very first college parties (this was back in Luleå) all the freshmen were encouraged to bust any party trick they might have up their sleeves. So this one guy grabs two large spoons (we were at a bar) and tells the crowd “you can’t touch me while I do this, or make me laugh or anything cause then I might die” then he tilts his head backwards as far as he can and sticks the back if the spoons down his nostrils till only the wide ends of the spoons are poking out of his nose. Everyone was dead silent for probably a whole minute before he pulled them back out. Totally gross, but definitely a talent I haven’t seen anyone else posses. Same with kicking yourself in the head, our friend Ryan from Kentucky can do that.
If I’m still not asleep or off the bus once I’m done categorizing I normally try to decide which one of all the talents I wasn’t gifted with I would choose if I could pick one, but only one. I can really stress myself out doing this too, like God is sitting on a cloud with a giant stop watch in his hand, pointing at me with a gigant finger, “Ten, nine, eight… What is it going to be young lady? Singing or drawing, you know you can’t have both”
and I don’t know. I really don’t know. But it always boils down to singing or drawing, the two talents I really got cheated on. The only person I know who sings worse than me is my mom and she is medically tone deaf. I secretly like to think I am more musically talented than my sister but I am fairly certain she thinks the same of me. When it comes to art, I can draw a princess that will impress my 6 year old niece, but probably not anybody else.
If I had to choose, I would pick singing though. I would. Or drawing. No, singing. Singing it is. An important decision has been made.
Then I categorize these talents into groups, like Useful (memorizing stuff), Not as useful but definitely impressive (drawing, singing), Not useful at all but cool for party tricks, oh and here is the explanation. During one of my very first college parties (this was back in Luleå) all the freshmen were encouraged to bust any party trick they might have up their sleeves. So this one guy grabs two large spoons (we were at a bar) and tells the crowd “you can’t touch me while I do this, or make me laugh or anything cause then I might die” then he tilts his head backwards as far as he can and sticks the back if the spoons down his nostrils till only the wide ends of the spoons are poking out of his nose. Everyone was dead silent for probably a whole minute before he pulled them back out. Totally gross, but definitely a talent I haven’t seen anyone else posses. Same with kicking yourself in the head, our friend Ryan from Kentucky can do that.
If I’m still not asleep or off the bus once I’m done categorizing I normally try to decide which one of all the talents I wasn’t gifted with I would choose if I could pick one, but only one. I can really stress myself out doing this too, like God is sitting on a cloud with a giant stop watch in his hand, pointing at me with a gigant finger, “Ten, nine, eight… What is it going to be young lady? Singing or drawing, you know you can’t have both”
and I don’t know. I really don’t know. But it always boils down to singing or drawing, the two talents I really got cheated on. The only person I know who sings worse than me is my mom and she is medically tone deaf. I secretly like to think I am more musically talented than my sister but I am fairly certain she thinks the same of me. When it comes to art, I can draw a princess that will impress my 6 year old niece, but probably not anybody else.
If I had to choose, I would pick singing though. I would. Or drawing. No, singing. Singing it is. An important decision has been made.
Sunday, May 23, 2010
life in the attic
The one thing I like about our kitchen/sink area is the mirror cabinet hanging over it. It has three parts to it so if you open the two side ones you can see yourself from the front and back and both sides. It’s great for doing your hair and seeing how you back looks. However, this new ability to observe new angels of myself has made me realize two things.
1. The two sides of my face look very different. I’m about as symmetric as the coffee stain on the carpet right below the sink.
2. I’m extremely challenged when it comes to figuring out how left and right get turned around in the mirror. If I see that I have something stuck in the back of my hair in the mirror I will always reach for it with the wrong hand. Same if I’m in a dressing room where you can see yourself slightly from the side, I always turn the wrong way trying to get a good angle.
Other than that, this living arrangement kind of sucks. Our nook is cosy and all, and I love the location. But I hate that we have no counter space and carpet everywhere so if you spill something, which I do a lot, it stains right away. Coffee and balsamic vinaigrette don’t really want to come out either. The low ceiling doesn’t bother me as much as it does Dylan. I hit my head too, but not nearly as much as he does or as I did on the sail boat, back then I was seriously afraid I was going to retard myself.
I can’t wait to have a real kitchen in Pocatello so I don’t have brush my teeth over old dishes. That and a bedroom where you can stand upright and not have to perform an advanced balance act just to put your pants on.
1. The two sides of my face look very different. I’m about as symmetric as the coffee stain on the carpet right below the sink.
2. I’m extremely challenged when it comes to figuring out how left and right get turned around in the mirror. If I see that I have something stuck in the back of my hair in the mirror I will always reach for it with the wrong hand. Same if I’m in a dressing room where you can see yourself slightly from the side, I always turn the wrong way trying to get a good angle.
Other than that, this living arrangement kind of sucks. Our nook is cosy and all, and I love the location. But I hate that we have no counter space and carpet everywhere so if you spill something, which I do a lot, it stains right away. Coffee and balsamic vinaigrette don’t really want to come out either. The low ceiling doesn’t bother me as much as it does Dylan. I hit my head too, but not nearly as much as he does or as I did on the sail boat, back then I was seriously afraid I was going to retard myself.
I can’t wait to have a real kitchen in Pocatello so I don’t have brush my teeth over old dishes. That and a bedroom where you can stand upright and not have to perform an advanced balance act just to put your pants on.
Any day you wake up in a car can just get better from there
Back home in the attic. We spent last night in Ester since Chad and Luann’s wedding was out in the woods, like an hour outside of town and drinking and driving is something I really don’t like.
It was a cute wedding, very Chad. I don’t know him that well but that’s what people were saying and I believe them. A live band, bonfire, some kegs and food and a good time with nice people. The night presented Dylan with a lot of people he hadn’t seen in a long time and a lot of catching up on old times. I was pretty much just presented, but there were some people there I knew from before and that was nice.
People from Idaho are generally convinced that Idaho is the best place in the world to live. If you want them to like you, complement them on their trees and lakes and you’re in. That is as long as you’re not a rich Californian buying property on the lake, in which case you’ll be hated forever.
And Idaho is nice, don’t get me wrong I like it here, it’s just funny to me that people act like they moved half way round the world when they live in Seattle or Boise or Montana and don’t get to come home as often as they would like and they’re just sooo far away from friends and family. Yeah…it’s hard to sympathize. If you can drive home in less than a day, you don’t live that far away.
My homesickness comes and goes and rarely gets very bad. I’m really glad we’re done travelling for a while now and Coeur d’Alene is an amazing place to spend the summer. But sometimes, like last night, I wish I would run into someone from high school or that knew my parents or played with my sister when they were kids or… you know, stuff that makes you feel like you belong.
It was a cute wedding, very Chad. I don’t know him that well but that’s what people were saying and I believe them. A live band, bonfire, some kegs and food and a good time with nice people. The night presented Dylan with a lot of people he hadn’t seen in a long time and a lot of catching up on old times. I was pretty much just presented, but there were some people there I knew from before and that was nice.
People from Idaho are generally convinced that Idaho is the best place in the world to live. If you want them to like you, complement them on their trees and lakes and you’re in. That is as long as you’re not a rich Californian buying property on the lake, in which case you’ll be hated forever.
And Idaho is nice, don’t get me wrong I like it here, it’s just funny to me that people act like they moved half way round the world when they live in Seattle or Boise or Montana and don’t get to come home as often as they would like and they’re just sooo far away from friends and family. Yeah…it’s hard to sympathize. If you can drive home in less than a day, you don’t live that far away.
My homesickness comes and goes and rarely gets very bad. I’m really glad we’re done travelling for a while now and Coeur d’Alene is an amazing place to spend the summer. But sometimes, like last night, I wish I would run into someone from high school or that knew my parents or played with my sister when they were kids or… you know, stuff that makes you feel like you belong.
Friday, May 21, 2010
Back in black
Because white ink is supposed to be the most tiring on the eyes to read.
Soooo, I was going to switch back to blogging in Swedish now that I officially live in the US and people I know here, most all of them anyway, can just knock on the door or give me a call if they want to know what’s new. But somehow there’s a need for this blog (personal, all personal) and this, I think, is why; when we were travelling we were always visiting new places and everything worth writing about was new, different and had to be explained in a way that made it irrelevant for me whether I was blogging in Swedish or English. The problem now is that there are so many things in my everyday life that would require too much explanation to be comprehensive to a Swedish person unfamiliar with Idaho and the US. Some things, and at some times, I really enjoy explaining, but the language barrier is a hard barrier to cross. You may get your point across, but it normally ends up having stains on the knees and shoulders, making an impression not quite like the one you intended. So, I’m going to try this and see how it feels. Bear with me….
Tomorrow is Chad Warren’s wedding. I just finished a pretty brutal week at work, I’ve been closing four days in a row and today I was just half an hour shy of spending twelve hours at that damn restaurant. D is at Chad’s bachelor’s party out at the Lighting Bar in Twin Lakes (explain that place in Swedish if you will… dirt on the knees, dirt on the knees) and I’m truly enjoying my lonesomeness, a glass of red wine, the internet and not standing on my feet asking people what they want to eat and drink. The wedding should be fun though, I’m excited. Only I bought a halter neck dress and strappy, open toe shoes to wear. It’s freezing balls right now and looks like it’s going to be tomorrow too, so I’ll just stuff the van full of extra clothes and wear layers if I have to.
Soooo, I was going to switch back to blogging in Swedish now that I officially live in the US and people I know here, most all of them anyway, can just knock on the door or give me a call if they want to know what’s new. But somehow there’s a need for this blog (personal, all personal) and this, I think, is why; when we were travelling we were always visiting new places and everything worth writing about was new, different and had to be explained in a way that made it irrelevant for me whether I was blogging in Swedish or English. The problem now is that there are so many things in my everyday life that would require too much explanation to be comprehensive to a Swedish person unfamiliar with Idaho and the US. Some things, and at some times, I really enjoy explaining, but the language barrier is a hard barrier to cross. You may get your point across, but it normally ends up having stains on the knees and shoulders, making an impression not quite like the one you intended. So, I’m going to try this and see how it feels. Bear with me….
Tomorrow is Chad Warren’s wedding. I just finished a pretty brutal week at work, I’ve been closing four days in a row and today I was just half an hour shy of spending twelve hours at that damn restaurant. D is at Chad’s bachelor’s party out at the Lighting Bar in Twin Lakes (explain that place in Swedish if you will… dirt on the knees, dirt on the knees) and I’m truly enjoying my lonesomeness, a glass of red wine, the internet and not standing on my feet asking people what they want to eat and drink. The wedding should be fun though, I’m excited. Only I bought a halter neck dress and strappy, open toe shoes to wear. It’s freezing balls right now and looks like it’s going to be tomorrow too, so I’ll just stuff the van full of extra clothes and wear layers if I have to.
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