City on fire

Pocatello was in flames when we left today. Forest fires, two of them appearantly, going wild in the dry heat. We turned the windows up and the AC off and drove through a brown cloud.
Utah now, we just got checked into the Airport Inn and my parents are supposed to land in little over an hour.
Over and out.

Bed Talk

I’m getting ready to go to bed. D is already on it, reading his book naked, laying sideways with his bare ass just inches from my pillow. The apartment is hot enough to melt cheese and we have two fans going full force. 

 me: ehrm…excuse me, would you move?
playboy bunny: nooo…. there’s plenty of space for you over there (pointing to the end of the bed)
me: but that’s not where the light is, or my pillow…come on, just freakin scoot over already!
bunny: but this is the perfect angle for the fan to blow cold air on my crotch…..
me: that’s awesome…. now get your sweaty balls off my pillow, please.

I wish we had AC. 

Get the Fish out of my kitchen!

When you know I have to make pies, and you know there’s, well not a time crunch, but certainly not time to lounge around either, I think it’s so nice of you to wait until I’m in the messiest part of baking to start making your lunch.
I mean, we all know how lonely a two bedroom apartment can get when there’s three people in it. And our kitchen is just huge. So I appreciate the company. I really do.
And, this way, when people ask what the secret to my pie is, I can tell them tuna water and pickle juice.    

More than naked

The very first night I ever spent in Idaho, was at the Royal Motor Inn, in Moscow. There were four of us Swedes and the girls from Växsjö doubled up in one room. When me and Anders, from Luleå, wanted to do the same, the lady at the front desk didn’t want to let us at first.
Like we were going to get freaky in there and somehow it would be her fault. But we didn’t want to spend the extra money and argued with her, Anders assuring he had a girlfriend back home and we would not do anything the two girls wouldn’t do. I don’t think that last argument what was sealed the deal, Swedes having the reputation that we do, but she finally gave in and gave us a room.
Moscow in August was hot as hell and the AC unit at the Inn left a lot to wish for. As we lay on top of our beds, trying to fall asleep, trying to pretend we weren’t being baked alive, Anders said, straight into the dark:
-This is unbearable, I wish I could get more than naked.

Ever since then, whenever I get really uncomfortably hot, I think of that night and that comment.
More than naked. Yeah, that would be nice.
We have two fans going full force right now, windows wide open and our apartment is still hot as an oven.

Brushin up again

Paintfest is going down once again. This year we’re painting a unit in a mobile home neighborhood.
Also known as a trailer in a trailer park. It’s not nearly as much work as last year, but we’re not nearly as big of a crew either.
So far I’ve learned that
-paint on metal rarely looks good.
-a team of short people equipped with really shitty ladders is no good.
-dunking you hair in the paint will provide you with orange tips, some people pay a lot of money for that.
-If your handwriting is intelligible, don’t bother writing me a 4 page note. I’ll figure out what I need to do.

I just love…

When the person you don’t want to talk to but have to call doesn’t answer the phone and you can just leave a voice mail.

Also, why didn’t I know about Greek yogurt till just now? I mean I knew about it… but not that it was so tasty, while being so high in protein AND low in lactose. And it's so creamy. I love creamy.
This just in… I love it Greek. 

Yippie Kay Yey...

Die Hard II is on. I am normally much of an action movie person. At all. But when it's John McClain...Oh yeah. Bring it.
And the sun is shining and my glass is full of ice coffee. My brother is turning 24 today. Dylan and Austin are on their way back to Pokey. And, well... life is not all bad.
Now back to the screen. I love the computers and cell phones and the technology that was super advanced in the 80's and 90's....

Sunny face

You ever feel like you need to clean up your life? Ger rid of some weed and bad seeds. Stick to what’s pure and good and keep it that way.
Easier said than done. It is.
In times of confusion, I guess it’s wise to keep your ears and eyes open while taking a more silent approach.


On a less airy note, today I got yelled at for spraying a kid in the face with sun screen. An 8-year old boy. And he asked for it. He said
–Can I have some of that sun screen on my face, please?
And I said “sure” and then ”ok, close your eyes real good now” and then I gave him a good spray. Ten seconds later he’s screaming bloody murder
– MOOOOM, that lady made me bliiiiind!
And I was like “ok, you’re welcome…”

family

Exactly 2 weeks from today my parents will be here. Mamma och pappa. Can’t wait. Being away from family sucks. I wish I could go home instead.
I wish I could see everyone.
I wish I could sit next to my brother with our feet in the river in the city park and eat ice cream and laugh about things only we find funny.
I wish I could drink rose wine with Erika in Stockholm. Not this year.
But I get to show my parents Yellowstone. I get to show them where I work and where I live and go to school. I get to show them what is my life now.
And that’ll be good too.
I get to have them for almost an entire month. They are so nervous about the flight, it’s cute. I keep telling them it’ll be ok. Even if you try, even if you try really really hard, they won’t let you on the wrong plane. They’ll end up in Salt Lake. Guaranteed. But they are still all anxious and worried. My little parents. I can’t wait to have them here. 

Infected

I just called Help Desk to have somebody come fix my computer since it, with my humble assistance, apparently contracted every virus known to man. Or, to computers. It's like it went to Ibiza for desk tops and slept around for a whole summer.
When I called, the guys was like: so what does it say?
And I was like: Wadya mean?
And he meant the error message. Well, all of them. So I read them to him and he actually got some kind of information out of it. That really impressed me. I always just stop reading at "error" never thought what followed actually meant something.

Know what’s worse than unpacking? Unpacking after a trip to a sandstorm.
I have a notebook of observations to share about this festival.
Desert Rocks.
Won’t be going back… I can tell you that.
I can tell you more too.
And I will.
Just not tonight.
Gotta go build a sand castle in the kitchen.

Gah, I have to make those phone calls again. The goddam Please-give-us-money phone calls. I positively hate them. I have now procrastinated almost an entire day. But here we go. Soon. Soon for real, cause I just drank a big bottle of lemonade and I cannot use the bathroom until I made at least 3 (out of a total of 5) calls. That’s the rule.

Also, it’s about 500 million degrees outside.

Dogs

The dogs next door. What the hell is wrong with their owners? Maybe they're deaf. Yeah. That must be it. Those dogs make not like animals so much anymore.
An animal that likes me, though, a dog, is Shooter. We were briefly reunited this afternoon. Boy, that pup was happy to see me.

I mean seriously

No, just because you wipe off the stove after doing a mountain of dished does not mean you get a gold star. They were all yours. Your mountain. You built it that high. No go climb it.
Do I ever get anything for doing dishes?
Good lord.
It’s like he needs a treat and a pet on the head every time he fights the urge to piss on the floor and eat with his hands.

Sunny Morning

I got up at 5:30 this morning to go powerwalk around Ross Park with Michaela. Getting up that early sucks at first, it’s still dark out and the cat looks at you like “what are you even doing?” but then when you’re up and out and moving, it’s not bad.
We talked about neighbors and the Pussycat Dolls (I know, right..) and summers at home and healthcare at home. And Yellowstone. And I said I could watch her kids if she needs me to and then we had suddenly walked for 54 minutes and were back at the parking lot. Her iPhone keeps track. And we were done.  We’ll do it again. It was a good way to start the day.