tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-52872932336493644492024-02-07T13:37:34.637+01:00Tempus FugitTempus Fugithttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07016619067259153959noreply@blogger.comBlogger36125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5287293233649364449.post-89913354152642705852007-10-12T12:07:00.000+02:002007-10-12T12:08:42.819+02:00<span style="font-family: times new roman;"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"><br />Right now I'm listening to - Lyssnar just nu på: </span><a href="http://youtube.com/watch?v=XZ4OvE1y3IU"><span style="text-decoration: underline;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Raemonn - Supergirl</span></span></a><br /><br /><br />To be continued... listening....</span>Tempus Fugithttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07016619067259153959noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5287293233649364449.post-18713007020589381902007-10-12T10:25:00.000+02:002007-10-12T11:57:04.601+02:00Balm for the soul...<span style="font-family:times new roman;"><span style="font-size:100%;">View from my kitchen window... Click on the picture to enlarge</span><br /><br /></span><a style="font-family: times new roman;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0eGB7xLZEdHsdWazndI7r86TfolukkJkro0_NpWKD18GaXPT7_lYrfQFBwlhRyUOrGoi7wdc7CgWts1hYMdACUampIhuqUiKjwQ4emVTn_6WVw5xM8ULKHE58Er06qtr6IkzmDXIjMBk/s1600-h/IMGP1106.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0eGB7xLZEdHsdWazndI7r86TfolukkJkro0_NpWKD18GaXPT7_lYrfQFBwlhRyUOrGoi7wdc7CgWts1hYMdACUampIhuqUiKjwQ4emVTn_6WVw5xM8ULKHE58Er06qtr6IkzmDXIjMBk/s400/IMGP1106.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5120363896197300610" border="0" /></a> <span style="font-family:times new roman;"><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Summer 2007.<br /><br /></span><a style="font-family: times new roman;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhI32b45E8W8sicuxScv8LVYL8TnyhCEr5F-4rMQr0h_9sGN9XMyHAIBeBbvK3eeQTlLodUGD5cBbHfUO0g9wxLbD6PsPYdlTdRvnKEsLt2l3v2iqCarbFyWp5YxiXY2HJw66qPzCgQ8-w/s1600-h/Sandras+003.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhI32b45E8W8sicuxScv8LVYL8TnyhCEr5F-4rMQr0h_9sGN9XMyHAIBeBbvK3eeQTlLodUGD5cBbHfUO0g9wxLbD6PsPYdlTdRvnKEsLt2l3v2iqCarbFyWp5YxiXY2HJw66qPzCgQ8-w/s400/Sandras+003.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5120364317104095634" border="0" /></a> <span style="font-family:times new roman;"><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Fall 2007.<br /><br /></span><a style="font-family: times new roman;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjuiNzUat56ZdyrbJgqM-k9PsEV3WMMWupYzJXT_mFRNXOT7_S_ySz4t_xqa6as7jGdMwyJosNx2wVkUrrcPjv_mYg65lXnFDHZVvi6YCWeQkmDD9ENwi4mSqqVBDgUWxLYAAL_VrSisVI/s1600-h/IMGP4723.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjuiNzUat56ZdyrbJgqM-k9PsEV3WMMWupYzJXT_mFRNXOT7_S_ySz4t_xqa6as7jGdMwyJosNx2wVkUrrcPjv_mYg65lXnFDHZVvi6YCWeQkmDD9ENwi4mSqqVBDgUWxLYAAL_VrSisVI/s400/IMGP4723.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5120364931284418978" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Winter 2006.<br /><br /><br /><br />To be continued...<br /></span>Tempus Fugithttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07016619067259153959noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5287293233649364449.post-34749925685931225692007-10-12T09:45:00.000+02:002007-10-12T14:10:08.925+02:00Christina and the first snow...<span style="font-family: times new roman;font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;" ><br /></span><span style="font-family: times new roman;font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;" ><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7ifOGs23H7YCdikQSlqymhyphenhyphenpJAp9ViuCznYmcLUSSdYi3nu4wYWdyVQwADYKii2arWirLJVxeNmuPtihWeKfTzbCH8KchPjH1-18lxD9Mm3DrDojvBRI4PobzJDStfmWXYWj_jR47hwM/s1600-h/och+Christina.bmp"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 84px; height: 159px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7ifOGs23H7YCdikQSlqymhyphenhyphenpJAp9ViuCznYmcLUSSdYi3nu4wYWdyVQwADYKii2arWirLJVxeNmuPtihWeKfTzbCH8KchPjH1-18lxD9Mm3DrDojvBRI4PobzJDStfmWXYWj_jR47hwM/s400/och+Christina.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5120358810956022114" border="0" /></a></span><span style="font-family: times new roman;font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;" >Igår kom Christina till mig kl 06.30. Hon fick skjuts av sin pappa som jobbar i närheten. Vi skulle ha en mamma/dotter dag hela dagen... det fick vi, hon låg över och vi var vaken halva natten. Vi tittade på gamla kort å filmer å stoppade i oss både det ena och det andra som livet har att erbjuda. Vi hade d</span><span style="font-family: times new roman;font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;" >et riktigt mysigt med massa skratt och fniss och stolligheter i största allmänhet.</span> <p style="font-family: times new roman;font-family:times new roman;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:100%;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p style="font-family: times new roman;font-family:times new roman;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span></p><p style="font-family: times new roman;font-family:times new roman;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:100%;">Igår föll den första snön den här säsongen. Jag märkte något redan på morgonen när jag hämtade tidningen, kylan var annorlunda och det ”luktade” snö. Mycket riktigt någon timma senare började det snöa. Det mesta försvann naturligtvis och det lilla som ligger kvar försvinner väl i solstrålarna som jag skymtar bakom grantopparna.<br /></span></p><p style="font-family: times new roman;font-family:times new roman;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span></p><p style="font-family: times new roman;" face="times new roman" class="MsoNormal"> </p><span style="font-family: times new roman;font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;" >Christina came to me yesterday about 6.30 am, her father gave her a lift, he works nearby.</span><span style="font-family: times new roman;font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;" ><o:p></o:p></span><span style="font-family: times new roman;font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;" lang="EN-GB" >We was looking at old pictures and movies and eating a lot of good stuff, it was a really grate time with a lot of laughs, giggle and crazy things (the whole day and half the night).<br /><br /><br /><o:p></o:p></span> <p style="text-align: left; font-family: times new roman;font-family:times new roman;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:100%;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmYfpCYcs8wQxNypCvETRGfhFf5711zugbJAVDzInLVi-24zj8QSUFtrsxkAnpczTQ30dL6Cyilj2yhQoqKWAvhBxGZcM5vAAlvByNE2-W4FsnyX-d-V7wcVjqjDAaPjEop88jPxHbUU4/s1600-h/Sandras+036.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 169px; height: 128px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmYfpCYcs8wQxNypCvETRGfhFf5711zugbJAVDzInLVi-24zj8QSUFtrsxkAnpczTQ30dL6Cyilj2yhQoqKWAvhBxGZcM5vAAlvByNE2-W4FsnyX-d-V7wcVjqjDAaPjEop88jPxHbUU4/s400/Sandras+036.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5120358518898245970" border="0" /></a></span><span style="font-size:100%;">Yesterday the first snow, this season, came. I notice there were something going on when I went out to get my morning paper. The cold was different and it smelled like “snow on the way”. A few hours later it was snowing. The most of it disappeared (melt) of course and what’s left will probably melt during the day (looks like it s going to be a shiny day today).</span><span style="font-size:100%;"><o:p></o:p><br /></span></p> <p style="font-family: times new roman;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span></p><p style="font-family: times new roman;font-family:times new roman;" class="MsoNormal" ><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span></p><p style="font-family: times new roman;font-family:times new roman;" class="MsoNormal" ><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size:100%;">To be continued...<br /><o:p></o:p></span></p> <p style="text-align: left; font-family: times new roman;" class="MsoNormal"></p>Tempus Fugithttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07016619067259153959noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5287293233649364449.post-79814586590372775502007-10-10T11:31:00.000+02:002007-10-10T11:47:32.699+02:00It's not so easy - Det är inte så lätt...<span style="font-family: times new roman;"><br />Att vara utlänning kan ha sina problem...</span><br /><p style="font-family: times new roman;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="" lang="EN-GB">It’s not always so easy to be a foreigner...<o:p></o:p></span></p><br /><object height="353" width="425"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/gUQMrgOkS-I&rel=1"><param name="wmode" value="transparent"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/gUQMrgOkS-I&rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="353" width="425"></embed></object>Tempus Fugithttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07016619067259153959noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5287293233649364449.post-41020230044251851942007-10-10T09:44:00.000+02:002007-10-10T20:09:01.434+02:00<span style="font-family:times new roman;"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"><br />Right now I'm listening to - Lyssnar just nu på: </span><a style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;" href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uB6PzziZv0E&feature=PlayList&p=94A992C9DCE5333C&index=50">Linkin Park - What I've Done</a><br /><br /><br />To be continued... listening....</span>Tempus Fugithttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07016619067259153959noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5287293233649364449.post-80955831054864994322007-10-09T10:56:00.000+02:002007-10-09T11:36:19.094+02:00Facebook<span style="font-family:times new roman;"><br />Ett par kompisar tyckte att jag skulle skaffa </span><a style="font-family: times new roman;" href="http://www.facebook.com/">facebook</a><span style="font-family:times new roman;">. Jag kunde inte förstå vad som skulle vara så "himla roligt" med det men jag måste erkänna att det är riktigt roligt, speciellt när man börjar inse hur det funkar och de olika saker man kan göra.</span><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><br />I går kastade jag ett får på en kompis och nöp en annan, ja, de var i alla fall mina kompisar innan dess ;)</span><br /><br /><br /><a style="font-family: times new roman;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2gnR2RVecCEGey-1SOizDOSSbNQuIoAvec3Yyz0Q3rOg63oYKyTQvO0lwE-ZkrT46oR63xgYiEt_TwwyLQd9TTplDNA_ulxEOCQiQjLpWqV89Z-4-5emZivmsmc_MFEn18ct53e2oojI/s1600-h/01AwcAXx12FD0AAAACAAAAAAAAAAA+.gif"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2gnR2RVecCEGey-1SOizDOSSbNQuIoAvec3Yyz0Q3rOg63oYKyTQvO0lwE-ZkrT46oR63xgYiEt_TwwyLQd9TTplDNA_ulxEOCQiQjLpWqV89Z-4-5emZivmsmc_MFEn18ct53e2oojI/s400/01AwcAXx12FD0AAAACAAAAAAAAAAA+.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119264878490763554" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><br />My (facebook) stripper namne is: </span><span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;" ><strong><span style="color: rgb(34, 186, 37);" lang="EN-GB">Cindy Shimmerside<br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: normal;"><br />Some friends of mine told me to get <a href="http://www.facebook.com/">facebook</a>. I could not really understand what the "so fun with it" would be. I did get it and now when I figure out more and more to do with it, it's more and more fun.<br />Yesterday I throw a sheep on one friend and pinched another. At least they were my friends before that ;)<br /><br /><br />To be continued...<br /><br /></span></span></strong></span>Tempus Fugithttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07016619067259153959noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5287293233649364449.post-2729268437506731242007-10-07T22:24:00.000+02:002007-10-10T20:09:43.270+02:00<span style="font-family:times new roman;"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"><br />Right now I'm listening to - Lyssnar just nu på: </span><a style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;" href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZTfyjRXZTEo">Nickelback - How you remind me</a><br /><br /><br />To be continued... listening....<br /></span>Tempus Fugithttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07016619067259153959noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5287293233649364449.post-77635618836820212022007-10-07T12:06:00.000+02:002007-10-07T22:42:45.219+02:00My sister - Min syster<span style="font-family:times new roman;"><br />My </span><a style="font-family: times new roman;" href="http://sweflo.blogspot.com/">sister</a><span style="font-family:times new roman;"> got an infection in her intestine and she's on the hospital. I understand that she's having a hard time and I feel so sorry for her. At least she's in the right place now and I think that her doctor is competent so I don't think there is anything to worry about, but still...</span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;">If I would be there I could have a chance to figure out some more but I'm here, on the other side of the earth:/</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;">I talk to her several times a day and she seems so sad and in such a pain.</span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;">When you're in pain, or something, you feel quite pitiful and are so depending on other people. It doesn't cost them anything to be friendly and to say something nice.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" ><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">Don't forget: </span><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" >A smile isn't heavy to wear...</span><br /><br /><br /><br /></span><span style="font-family:times new roman;">Min </span><a style="font-family: times new roman;" href="http://sweflo.blogspot.com/">syster</a><span style="font-family:times new roman;"> har fått en infektion i tunntarmen och ligger på sjukhus. Hon har det ganska besvärligt har jag förstått. Jag tycker så synd om henne. Tack och lov är hon på rätt ställe nu och hennes läkare verkar skicklig så det finns nog ingenting att oroa sig för men ändå...</span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;">Hade jag varit där hade jag kunnat ta reda på lite mer själv men det går ju inte, jag är ju på andra sida jorden :/</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;">Jag pratar med henne flera gånger om dagen och hon låter så ledsen och har sådan värk.</span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;">När man har värk eller andra besvär är man ganska ynklig och så beroende av andra människor. Det kostar dem ingenting att vara trevlig och säga några vänliga ord.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:times new roman;" >Glöm inte: <span style="font-size:180%;">Ett leende är inte tungt att bära...</span></span><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;">To be continued...</span>Tempus Fugithttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07016619067259153959noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5287293233649364449.post-79313658160626121482007-10-04T15:17:00.000+02:002007-10-04T15:58:35.827+02:00Kanelbullar / cinnamon buns<span style="font-family:times new roman;"><br />Idag är det </span><a style="font-family: times new roman;" href="http://sv.wikipedia.org/wiki/Kanelbulle">kanelbullens dag</a><span style="font-family:times new roman;">.<br /><br /></span><span style="font-family:times new roman;">Det innebär att jag har bakat kanelbullar idag och när Sandra kommer hem från skolan vankas det nybakta bullar med mjölk respektive nykokt kaffe.</span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;">Ahhh, härligt. Vissa dagar är bättre än andra, idag är en sådan dag :)</span><br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center; font-family: times new roman;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWxtaQfAweehL2e2W1Oe6fpSXGa0bejkGqTEpanPe8CPQW-EMaqyk3cqhFAAORs8Cm5SnbLUXMUVEaMIboTrKBNwFJLDVvR7Pl1PkLOXUaSLJZsH0znNXJbiI6XUkTEADWNntpTLcvPN0/s1600-h/bullar.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 283px; height: 212px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWxtaQfAweehL2e2W1Oe6fpSXGa0bejkGqTEpanPe8CPQW-EMaqyk3cqhFAAORs8Cm5SnbLUXMUVEaMIboTrKBNwFJLDVvR7Pl1PkLOXUaSLJZsH0znNXJbiI6XUkTEADWNntpTLcvPN0/s400/bullar.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117473184968669954" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:100%;"><a href="http://www.kanelbullensdag.se/"><span style="">http://www.kanelbullensdag.se/<span style=""> </span></span></a></span><br /></div><br /><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;">Today it is "kanelbullens dag" that means about </span><a style="font-family: times new roman;" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Cinnamon_bun">"cinnamon bun day"</a><span style="font-family:times new roman;">.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;">So, today I have bake cinnamon buns and when Sandra gets home from school we are going to eat a lot of buns with milk for her and new boiled coffee for me.</span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;">Mmmm, delicious. Some days are just better than others... This is one of those days :)</span><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;">To be continued...<br /><br /></span>Tempus Fugithttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07016619067259153959noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5287293233649364449.post-33795208871543759332007-10-03T11:45:00.000+02:002007-10-03T13:16:55.192+02:00Poor Love... Stackars Love...<span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><br />My cats name is Love (that is a male name in Sweden, you just say it with a special accent) and he got pain in his tail. Yesterday he was indoors almost all the day and that's unusual. At first I thought it was because of the other cats in the area since he is very afraid of them and they aren't so nice to him. I have been seeing, many times, how he is running real fast, getting chased by other cats, sometimes even more than one. I castrated my cat but not all the other cats are and it happed, more than once, that another male cat have tried to copulate with him. Love doesn't really understand what the other cat wants to do but he sure don't</span></span><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:times new roman;"> like it. He has a hard time now and then to get away from that... Poor cat, he's being molested by other cats...</span></span><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDbhww0l2NlN7w_YooaILKOpCC0APO_DvMXB1vQh8vZTShXKEepBwnsNAUf6qZmk3F7p0KTu2cjardFY_7M_8Nk8s_inPR7My5dxYae-VjSc_4s0CNnvPWcwWsUY1bVni5gBPRxgzhSBo/s1600-h/Sandras+031.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 186px; height: 139px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDbhww0l2NlN7w_YooaILKOpCC0APO_DvMXB1vQh8vZTShXKEepBwnsNAUf6qZmk3F7p0KTu2cjardFY_7M_8Nk8s_inPR7My5dxYae-VjSc_4s0CNnvPWcwWsUY1bVni5gBPRxgzhSBo/s400/Sandras+031.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117061052164124786" border="0" /></a><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;" >Love in the meadow</span><br /></div><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><br />When I lifted him yesterday, just to have a good cuddle, he made a pitiable sound and looked at me with his big, round, yellow eyes. You know, when he came to me two years ago (at the age of about six month) he</span></span><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:times new roman;"> was almost half dead of starving and very afraid. The veterinary told me that he probably was abandon. If I was carrying something, e.g. a newspaper, he become so scared and crawled into a small "ball". That was terrible to see. I'm a big animal lover and I think that someone have been very evil to hi</span></span><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:times new roman;">m and I get so sad and, at the same time, so angry and Pi**ed. How can anyone be cruel to a animal. I find that kind of people very terrifying. If someone can be mean to animal and children there must be something very wrong with that person. I think it</span></span><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:times new roman;"> took about a year until Love stopped to be afraid of me. Sometimes he can get scared if I make a fast m</span></span><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:times new roman;">ovement he wasn't prepared to. When that happens I have to sit and stroke and talk to him until his calm down.<br /><br /></span></span><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjeDn5WRYDo4XA2hpt2ECZJi_t38vuFT-h28rro3oaDs8ltmdyGYnT8qw4yGsNQGnOd_AUVC1D9NcWN0uZevvDgem3nuGCG-neba47TFhB0O44N384oRzXPwd_c96UpEBmXXkRSmnsTi0M/s1600-h/IMGP1314.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 178px; height: 133px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjeDn5WRYDo4XA2hpt2ECZJi_t38vuFT-h28rro3oaDs8ltmdyGYnT8qw4yGsNQGnOd_AUVC1D9NcWN0uZevvDgem3nuGCG-neba47TFhB0O44N384oRzXPwd_c96UpEBmXXkRSmnsTi0M/s400/IMGP1314.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117062993489342658" border="0" /></a><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;" >His own climbing tree (the appletree)</span><br /></div><br /><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:times new roman;">Anyway, later on yesterday, I noticed that his tail was hanging down all evening. He is very tied to me and Sandra, sometimes you just have to speak to him and his tail goes straight up and he starts to purr. Well, that wasn't the case yesterday so I understand that it was something special. I made a very carefully examination of his tail (it was not broken) and I could feel a bump on the beginning of it (near to his butt). Th</span></span><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:times new roman;">an I remembered the wasp in my kitchen that I put out through my window. Maybe he got a wasp sting? I was supposed to call the veterinary today but this morning he is so much better and he can lift hi</span></span><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:times new roman;">s tail all the way and that bump is smaller. I'm going to wait and see how it works out.</span></span><br /><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><br />My poor pussycat...<br /><br /></span></span><div style="text-align: center;"><a style="font-family: times new roman;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhofRqLcG_dRj0sM7kKv9uIJORqGltgtSt-vQPx_EQtpiTdezLIOyzOXXpWR-3Jn4-2B5HYuzR2nZy9i8Tt1uILhSlYdoLmEE-sWAewNO9_Qyp2_tmaeBTxFLTEFiTFQ7qBwXlxKT8EIYU/s1600-h/snowboll.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhofRqLcG_dRj0sM7kKv9uIJORqGltgtSt-vQPx_EQtpiTdezLIOyzOXXpWR-3Jn4-2B5HYuzR2nZy9i8Tt1uILhSlYdoLmEE-sWAewNO9_Qyp2_tmaeBTxFLTEFiTFQ7qBwXlxKT8EIYU/s400/snowboll.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117062151675752610" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family:times new roman;">Snowball... or is it Love?</span><br /></div><br /><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:times new roman;">Min katt, Love, har ont i svansen. Han var inne långa stunder under gårdagen och det </span></span><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:times new roman;">var ovanligt. Jag trodde först att han inte vågade sig ut pga rädsla för de andra katterna i omgivningen. Han är jätterädd för dem och de är inte alltid så snälla mot honom. Flera gånger har jag sett hur han blivit jagad av dem, ibland av flera katter samtidigt. Eftersom min katt är kastrerad och inte "alla andra" är det så har det flera gånger hänt att andra hankatter har försökt para sig med Love som, av naturliga skäl, inte varit särskilt intresserad. Han har det lite jobbigt då... att freda sig.</span></span><br /><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><br /></span></span><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzxd7soiJYQUuyt9BWKaFbqesIJcSiyJx1QOh3ipl6NFjG0PyRRgEk0XTqyBJAfgE-rq06-4rgm3Fg-I5PnU9AtcxIjw5S9m5SE4TFV6XM_CIs22je8Gfx3xcG0UZO9_AIjQr3yXFPUnk/s1600-h/panter1.bmp"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 156px; height: 205px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzxd7soiJYQUuyt9BWKaFbqesIJcSiyJx1QOh3ipl6NFjG0PyRRgEk0XTqyBJAfgE-rq06-4rgm3Fg-I5PnU9AtcxIjw5S9m5SE4TFV6XM_CIs22je8Gfx3xcG0UZO9_AIjQr3yXFPUnk/s400/panter1.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117061726473990290" border="0" /></a><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;" >This is what he wants to be... No one makes me trouble than, he says </span><span style="font-family:times new roman;">;)</span><br /></div><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><br />När jag lyfte upp honom igår e m för att gosa lite pep han så ynkligt och tittade på mig med sina stora, runda, gula ögon. När han kom till mig för ca 2 år sedan, var han nästan halvdöd av svält och mycket rädd. Om jag bar någonting i handen, en tidning t ex, blev han jätterädd och kröp ihop till en liten boll. Det var jättehemskt att se, inte minst för att jag är en stor djurvän. Någon eller några hade varit stygg mot h</span></span><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:times new roman;">onom och jag blir så förb**** när jag tänker på det. Hur sjutton kan man vara stygg mot ett djur? Sådana människor är bland de mest skrämmande som finns. Kan man vara elak mot djur och barn finns inga spärrar. Jag tror att det tog ett år innan han slutade vara rädd för mig. Det händer att han blir rädd nu för tiden också, speciellt om jag gör en plötslig rörelse eller så. Då får jag sitta och prata och klappa honom tills han känner sig lugn igen.<br /><br /></span></span><div style="text-align: center; font-family: times new roman;"><a style="font-style: italic;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjY_MouM3AdDU5W_4uhCK8ag0bQMM_a2g4BJGBfOoDYA-4CPcZDJ-bH5UySZn4wx0I4luPePpHnUrFci9NV1V7tlg4bSmmH026xguaopOrSdEKpMrc58nDw_xF1E65N8befuvm-KcLSHoE/s1600-h/Love5.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 165px; height: 220px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjY_MouM3AdDU5W_4uhCK8ag0bQMM_a2g4BJGBfOoDYA-4CPcZDJ-bH5UySZn4wx0I4luPePpHnUrFci9NV1V7tlg4bSmmH026xguaopOrSdEKpMrc58nDw_xF1E65N8befuvm-KcLSHoE/s400/Love5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117061301272227970" border="0" /></a><span style="font-style: italic;"> Isn't he cute...</span><br /></div><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><br />Lite senare under gårdagen konstaterade jag att han hängde med svansen. Han tycker mycket om mig och Sandra, ibland behöver man bara prata med honom så lyfter han svansen och börjar kurra. Så var ju inte fallet igår och jag förstod att det var något speciellt.Mycket försiktigt undersökte jag hans svans, den var inte bruten men hade en svullnad nära svansroten. Jag kom då att tänka på den geting som jga nyss hade släppt ut genom köksfönstret. han kan ha blivitstungen av getingen. jag skulle ringa veterinären idag men nu är han så mycket bättre i svansen att han kan lyfta den lika högt som vanligt. Dessutom är knölen mindre idag. Jag ska därför avvakta lite.<br /><br />Min stackars kisse...<br /><br /><br />To be continued...<br /><br /><br /><br /></span></span>Tempus Fugithttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07016619067259153959noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5287293233649364449.post-22790264511829317372007-10-01T17:48:00.000+02:002007-10-02T13:55:52.568+02:00Première<span style="font-family: times new roman;font-family:times new roman;" ><br />It was a big première yesterday... It was the first time this fall that I light a fire in my wood stove. Ahhh, that was so great, it is such a nice heating when you’re using the wood stove. </span><o:p style="font-family: times new roman;"></o:p><span style="font-family: times new roman;font-family:times new roman;" lang="EN-GB">I almost always make the food on it when it’s warm, why shouldn’t I? Actually I think the food even taste better (maybe it’s just my imagination ;).</span><p style="font-family: times new roman;font-family:times new roman;" class="MsoNormal"> </p><p style="font-family: times new roman;font-family:times new roman;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="" lang="EN-GB">I have the wood in a woodshed and I carry it inside in strong cardboards (?). I used to take one full box in to the house and fill another that I leave in the woodshed prepared and done. It could be good to have one ready so you just can get some wood real fast (in case of bad weather or so).</span></p> <p style="font-family: times new roman;font-family:times new roman;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="" lang="EN-GB">I remember the last winter when the cat waked me up really early in the morning, about 4.30 am. He was rummage in my bed but I was so tired so I didn’t really care. Finally I got up about 5.30 am and than the cat behaved so mysterious. I decided to figure out what’s going on... I moved around pillows and my quilt… And than… Finally, I could see what was disturbing the cat…<br />It was a <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Wood_mouse">wood mouse</a> (we call that kind of mouse for "forest mouse")…<br />In my BED…</span></p><p style="font-family: times new roman;font-family:times new roman;" class="MsoNormal"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhiBM8VTPMEIXEDoZVU3ChJDdKGoo5nSHEo0EmRGt_JQu4U7up4DEq9Y-L63tXDf3bVNwxax-5Od123_A0l0mGkK7_8L_IpMEAXO92rpDDn9LW4byluXVLso_ETGRkC-qU4q__iQLRZ6fM/s1600-h/JCS+Apodemus+sylvaticus+29547.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 323px; height: 242px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhiBM8VTPMEIXEDoZVU3ChJDdKGoo5nSHEo0EmRGt_JQu4U7up4DEq9Y-L63tXDf3bVNwxax-5Od123_A0l0mGkK7_8L_IpMEAXO92rpDDn9LW4byluXVLso_ETGRkC-qU4q__iQLRZ6fM/s400/JCS+Apodemus+sylvaticus+29547.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116396753867419746" border="0" /></a></p> <p style="text-align: center; font-family: times new roman;font-family:times new roman;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="" lang="EN-GB"><span style="font-style: italic;">My bed pal "Apodemus sylvaticus"</span><br /></span></p><p style="font-family: times new roman;font-family:times new roman;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="" lang="EN-GB">Thank God I’m not the hysterical kind. When something happens I always stay calm and trying to solute whatever the problem is. I’m thankful for that. So; I went to the kitchen to find something to take the mouse in (I didn’t dare to take it in my hand). I had an empty cardboard since the day before but how was I supposed to get the mouse inside it? <span style=""> </span>I came up with the idea to first take it in a dustpan and than put him over to the cardboard.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p style="font-family: times new roman;font-family:times new roman;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="" lang="EN-GB">I was standing in the kitchen and making plans what to do with the mouse when I suddenly see something just outside my field of vision. When I looked I saw the mouse jumping down from my bed and moving forward to the kitchen. But the poor fellow, there was something wrong with one of his back leg; he’s dragging it behind. The mouse is acting so weird; it’s so calm and cool. Even the cat finds the mouse strange; he’s just sitting there and watching him. When the mouse finally reached the kitchen he finds a cat candy on the floor so he sites down; in a mouse way; and starts to eat and he don’t even seems to have any bother with the leg. Was that mouse cute or what… It was all grey with big ears and beautiful eyes that looked just like whole black pepper. I manage to get him on the dustpan and then to the cardboard.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p style="font-family: times new roman;" face="times new roman" class="MsoNormal"><span style="" lang="EN-GB">I put on my shoes and a coat and than I went out in the dark cold winter morning. I guess that I should have ended his suffering (the broken leg); that would have been the most compassion thing to do, but I just couldn’t. Instead I went over to the mailb</span><span style="" lang="EN-GB"><o:p></o:p></span><span style="" lang="EN-GB">ox and I walked a little part in to the trees. I put him down on a bare spot under a tree and I saw him walking away with the leg dragging behind (he didn't seem to have much problems with it; maybe it was an old injury). It made me so sad that I felt depressed almost all the day. Poor little mouse.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p style="font-family: times new roman;" face="times new roman" class="MsoNormal"><span style="" lang="EN-GB">I could not figure out how he got in to house. I know that the cat didn’t bring him inside last evening. After a while I have figured it out; the little guy was in the cardboard when I brought it in to the house.<br />At least he got himself a nice warm night … indoor; oh, and some cat candy.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p style="font-family: times new roman;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="" lang="EN-GB">Do I have to tell you that I no longer have a prepared cardboard full of wood in the woodshed?</span></p><br /><p style="font-family: times new roman;" class="MsoNormal">To be continued...<br /><span style="" lang="EN-GB"><o:p></o:p></span></p>Tempus Fugithttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07016619067259153959noreply@blogger.com67tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5287293233649364449.post-51748513205177399412007-10-01T17:35:00.000+02:002007-10-02T08:32:08.053+02:00Premiär<span style="font-family: times new roman;font-family:times new roman;" ><br />Igår var det premiär. </span><br /><p style="font-family: times new roman;font-family:times new roman;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:100%;">Det var första gången den här hösten som jag eldade i vedspisen. Ahh, vad härligt det var, det blir så mysig värme. När den ändå är varm brukar jag tillaga maten på den också, varför inte?<br />Det är nog inbillning fast jag tycker att maten smakar godare på den också <span style=""> :)</span></span></p><br /><p style="font-family: times new roman;font-family:times new roman;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:100%;">Veden hämtar jag in från vedboden i kraftiga kartonger. Förr hämtade jag in en kartong och fyllde en andra som fick stå ute i vedboden ”laddad och klar”, full med ved. Det kunde vara bra att ha en f</span><span style="font-size:100%;">ärdig kartong som man bara kan springa ut och hämta.</span></p><p style="font-family: times new roman;font-family:times new roman;" class="MsoNormal"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivV5x37C_e1t17gkxOI6ImajS2XNG2oQZuupG1_6w_wwYLh1pRpO46fUF0ECelR38cuzzX2LT30aq-Uy8f2P5DSs3QAFTKfe_6YpYNUK0fxB5JWVHVC_UlsPlWCcTKGLBVqIsSXiHUrHw/s1600-h/Eldar+i+vedspisen.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 211px; height: 282px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivV5x37C_e1t17gkxOI6ImajS2XNG2oQZuupG1_6w_wwYLh1pRpO46fUF0ECelR38cuzzX2LT30aq-Uy8f2P5DSs3QAFTKfe_6YpYNUK0fxB5JWVHVC_UlsPlWCcTKGLBVqIsSXiHUrHw/s400/Eldar+i+vedspisen.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116395113189912658" border="0" /></a></p><p style="text-align: center; font-family: times new roman;font-family:times new roman;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-style: italic;">Fire in my wood stove...</span><br /></p> <p style="font-family: times new roman;font-family:times new roman;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:100%;">Jag kommer ihåg förra vintern när jag vaknade tidigt på morgonen (ca 04.30) av att katten bökade om i min säng. Jag var så trött så jag fäste mig inte så mycket vid det. Jag vet att jag vaknade till en gång till, för att till slut gå upp vid 05.30 tiden. Katten uppför sig så mystiskt. Nu känner jag mig betydligt vaknare än tidigare så nu skulle jag minsann ta reda på vad som var i görningen. Jag rumstrerar om med kuddar och täcke...<br />Då får jag se den... <a href="http://sv.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mindre_skogsmus">En liten skogsmus</a>... i MIN säng.</span></p> <p style="font-family: times new roman;font-family:times new roman;" class="MsoNormal"></p> <p style="font-family: times new roman;font-family:times new roman;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:100%;">Det är tur att jag inte är hysteriskt lagd. När något inträffar brukar jag alltid bli lugn och försöka lösa saker och ting smidigt. Det är jag tacksam för. Jag gick ut i köket för att hitta något bra att ta den lilla musen i. Jag hade en tom kartong sedan gårdagens eldning. Jag vågar ju för allt i världen inte ta i musen men tyckte att jag borde kunna få upp den på sopskyffeln för vidare transport till sagda kartong.</span></p> <p style="font-family: times new roman;font-family:times new roman;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:100%;">När jag står i köket och planerar ser jag i ögonvrån hur musen hoppar ner från min säng och knatar in i köket. Men den lille stackaren, han har något fel på benet och släpar det efter sig. Musen uppför sig konstigt, den är så lugn. Katten tycker också att musen är konstig för han sitter bara och tittar på honom. Väl inne i köket får musen tag i en kattgodis. Han sätter sig på möss vis (verkar inte besvärad av benet) och knaprar på kattgodiset. Hjälp vad den var söt. Det var en liten skogsmus, gråaktig med stora öron och pepparkornsögon. Jag lyckades få den att gå upp på sopskyffeln och sedan ner i kartongen.</span></p> <p style="font-family: times new roman;font-family:times new roman;" class="MsoNormal" ><span style="font-size:100%;">Jag tog på mig skorna och kappan och traskade ut i den kalla, mörka vintermorgonen. Jag vet att det skulle vara barmhärtigast att att göra slut på musens lidande (benet) men jag kunde inte. Han verkade så obesvärad av benet, det kanske var en gammal skada som läkt? Jag gick bort där postlådan är och in en liten bit bland träden, där släppte jag honom. Han gick då med benet släpande efter sig mot en liten bar fläck under en tall. Det hela var så tråkigt att jag kände mig nedstämd under stora delar av dagen. Stackars lilla mus.</span></p> <p style="font-family: times new roman;" face="times new roman" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:100%;">Jag började fundera hur i hela friden musen hade tagit sig in i mitt hus. Katten hade ingen mus i munnen när han kom in på kvällen men jag <span style=""> </span>förstod ganska snart hur det hade gått till. Jag hade ju en färdig kartong med ved i vedboden. Den lille rackaren hade ju legat där förståss. När jag gick ut och bara hämtade in kartongen följde han med. Nåja han fick ju en varm natt inomhus och kattgodis...</span></p> <p style="font-family: times new roman;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:100%;">Behöver jag tala om att jag numera aldrig har en färdigfylld kartong med ved i vedboden...</span></p><p style="font-family: times new roman;" face="times new roman" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span></p><p style="font-family: times new roman;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:100%;">To be continued...<br /></span> </p>Tempus Fugithttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07016619067259153959noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5287293233649364449.post-56119587100450947632007-09-28T13:18:00.000+02:002007-10-15T08:35:18.300+02:00Free Burma<div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /><a href="http://www.freeburma.org/"><span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">http://www.freeburma.org/</span></span></a><br /><br /><br /><br /></span></div>Tempus Fugithttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07016619067259153959noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5287293233649364449.post-38436197385200128342007-09-25T14:35:00.000+02:002007-09-29T23:06:52.053+02:00Doctor appointment, coffee and a loud scooter horn...<span style="font-family:times new roman;">I meet a doctor in the health care yesterday. He made the statement that my lungs sounds was very good and that I was suffer by a virus infection. You can't medicate a virus, but I must say that I think a snaps of cognac every evening have give me some relief. The doctor told me to continue my "evening snaps". After al</span><span style="font-family:times new roman;">l, it seems to help a bit, he said =). </span><span style="font-family:times new roman;">I just want to tell you that it doesn't mean that I go to bed 5 times every evening ;).</span><span style="font-family:times new roman;"> He also forbidden me to speak "don't talk and don't whisper" he said. I'm just trying to obey as much as I can.<br />I felt better yesterday (I was up all the day) and my voice sounded like an old squeaking door. Today I feel, pretty much, the same, my voice is a bit better however.<br /><br /></span><span style="font-family:times new roman;">I do like cooking but I don't feel well enough for it now so after my medical examination yesterday I stopped by the store and bought some frozen food, ready for the microwave. I bought some soured milk and yogurt too.<br /></span><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0FHc1clsmDV9Y11nebRLLglY7iZxVuOVMHWqXYV8t8gfa88AedxkVgSSawn796DNDYHp3vAh_zEtFPRU8Sofs4likfUa-ccO9l0jRg-1JGV_mSZj8v8102XAOzej_csK5tEcTg9GZMqY/s1600-h/kaffepanna.stor.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 209px; height: 135px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0FHc1clsmDV9Y11nebRLLglY7iZxVuOVMHWqXYV8t8gfa88AedxkVgSSawn796DNDYHp3vAh_zEtFPRU8Sofs4likfUa-ccO9l0jRg-1JGV_mSZj8v8102XAOzej_csK5tEcTg9GZMqY/s400/kaffepanna.stor.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114128170403815394" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><span style="font-style: italic;">This is the best way to have coffee, outdoors</span></span><br /></div><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><br />When I was going to </span><span style="font-family:times new roman;">Florida Katrin asked me what I eat for breakfast. Coffee and sometimes some soured milk, I said. She laugh and said that soured milk is something typical Swedish; you can't bu</span><span style="font-family:times new roman;">y that in the USA. Well, at least they have coffee but I have to admit that I was dying for a cup of "real" coffee that you make in a coffee kettle. We could only find instant coffee or coffee for a coffee maker machine (?). It would be interesting to see an American try the different "typical" Swedish food.</span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><br /></span><span style="font-family:times new roman;">I found an old PR movie from Gevalia (a big coffee producer in Sweden). It's about two men who are going to make some coffee outdoor. The rain starts to fall but the thunder god Tor is helping them with the fire and when he smells the coffee aroma he jumps down, from his carriage from the sky, to the men. "A delicious coffee for Gods" is the slogan. The movie is silly but also charming in a way. You can see it <a href="http://www.gevalia.se/gevalia/page?siteid=gevalia-prd&locale=sesv1&PagecRef=605">here</a>.<br /></span><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUfkWMkw-u9Lgca_l_IGYnLerPcP82HohiwZYJwudTTAMDAV4SdLCseGi363NqlJ4q4KVbUEtTY05wqK2opToVuwnrp97WlMIdJDuXxIApmb1kRC5zAnQqHeanZcQiCKNwphgQISM8myk/s1600-h/Thor.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 110px; height: 162px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUfkWMkw-u9Lgca_l_IGYnLerPcP82HohiwZYJwudTTAMDAV4SdLCseGi363NqlJ4q4KVbUEtTY05wqK2opToVuwnrp97WlMIdJDuXxIApmb1kRC5zAnQqHeanZcQiCKNwphgQISM8myk/s400/Thor.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114128939202961410" border="0" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><span style="font-style: italic;">The thunder God, Tor (aesir God)<br /><br /></span></span></div><span style="font-family:times new roman;">After talking about carriages it leads us to vehicle and from there to scooter = Sandra.<br />When she was on her way home from school yesterday her scooter horn got stuck. I guess it was very embarrassing for her. She gave me a call but there wasn't anything I could do, she had to drive the scooter home anyway. When she came home she gave the retailer a call and they decided a meeting today after school. The company is located in town, about 15 kilometers from here. Hopefully the horn is quiet on the way to the service. I guess that we all know how embarrassing "everything" is for</span><span style="font-family:times new roman;"> a teenager and she is no exception. Oh, how she was ashamed... driving around with that loud honk sound...<br /><br /></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjARlpY2M7uA4JP2Z_dQSj25tAeWnt6PXBK78MR2qVBO-ooN2h8Ihd_2tqHzf2CQzheip71T1J3eBT8yjtIzrwwM5OtiQv-NIfvLXdV7-Eon2BHYDXLU_cDZTRC6WNI2l3wwHtrIneiv3A/s1600-h/Baotian+2.gif"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjARlpY2M7uA4JP2Z_dQSj25tAeWnt6PXBK78MR2qVBO-ooN2h8Ihd_2tqHzf2CQzheip71T1J3eBT8yjtIzrwwM5OtiQv-NIfvLXdV7-Eon2BHYDXLU_cDZTRC6WNI2l3wwHtrIneiv3A/s400/Baotian+2.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114129613512826898" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><br />To be continued...<br /><br /></span>Tempus Fugithttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07016619067259153959noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5287293233649364449.post-56910963303648034842007-09-25T14:07:00.000+02:002007-09-27T09:09:11.797+02:00Läkarbesök, kaffe och moppetuta...<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3LJFYU4zQE8Phk8Of1tPWAakXlE97HyLtZ4t8e590dLrXq7CbvGD8kXaqJTPIADHI_ZUzW5I9Qp9vxAVEh7r6ssuNXvsRqZm7dDE7RiV5kVVRh5rBkhnDpA8IRUXA7gWiP_n_fKuIK6g/s1600-h/stetoskop.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 180px; height: 146px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3LJFYU4zQE8Phk8Of1tPWAakXlE97HyLtZ4t8e590dLrXq7CbvGD8kXaqJTPIADHI_ZUzW5I9Qp9vxAVEh7r6ssuNXvsRqZm7dDE7RiV5kVVRh5rBkhnDpA8IRUXA7gWiP_n_fKuIK6g/s400/stetoskop.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114118790195240882" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family:times new roman;">I går träffade jag en läkare på vårdcentralen. Han konstaterade att mina lungor lät mycket bra och att det rörde sig om ett virus. Som de flesta vet går inte virus att medicinera bort, fast nog tycker jag att en "kvällssup" konjak har lindrat besvären. Läkaren tyckte att jag gott kunde fortsätta att ta en "kvällssup" när jag ska lägga mig, eftersom jag tycks bli bättre i halsen av den =). Det innebär INTE att jag numera går och lägger mig 5 gånger varje kväll ;). Han gav mig även talförbud "prata inte, viska inte ens" sade han. Jag försöker lyda i mesta möjliga mån. Kände mig lite bättre i går och var uppe hela dagen. Känner mig likadan idag. Rösten låter som en gammal gisten</span><span style="font-family:times new roman;"> dörr men den ska ju vila så...<br /><br /></span><span style="font-family:times new roman;">J</span><span style="font-family:times new roman;">ag</span><span style="font-family:times new roman;"> tycker ju om att laga mat men det känner jag mig inte tillräckligt pigg för så när jag hade varit hos läkaren stannade jag till på affären och köpte lite halv (hel?) fabrikat, fiskgratänger och soppor. Lite filmjölk och yoghurt slank också ned i korgen.<br /></span><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtTANQl7YsV3jhPu8_x6V5f6Wq-PdmpNT2GlRXytkNAGmvODsfhD8NyEgAxfZoci7V-waVdNZjaTrQgFCMxJw83nipDr-GPVQxI-1j1SYzPSespLsb93qd_k2CUsH1OouiDRnMCqpd93U/s1600-h/filmj%C3%B6lk.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtTANQl7YsV3jhPu8_x6V5f6Wq-PdmpNT2GlRXytkNAGmvODsfhD8NyEgAxfZoci7V-waVdNZjaTrQgFCMxJw83nipDr-GPVQxI-1j1SYzPSespLsb93qd_k2CUsH1OouiDRnMCqpd93U/s400/filmj%C3%B6lk.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114118081525637026" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family:times new roman;">När jag skulle åka till Florida frågade Katrin vad jag brukade äta till frukost -: Kaffe, svarade jag, </span><span style="font-family:times new roman;">och lite filmjölk ibland. Hon skrattade åt mig och sade att det var nog något typiskt svenskt, finns nämligen inte i USA. Nåja, kaffe fanns det i mängder i alla fall men jag måste erkänna att jag längtade oerhört mycket efter en panna kokkaffe. Vanligt kokkaffe fanns inte att köpa där. Skulle vara </span><span style="font-family:times new roman;">intressant att se en amerikan testa de olika "typiskt svenska" matvarorna.<br /></span><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><br />Hittade en gammal tecknad reklamfilm från Gevalia. Två gubbar ska koka kafffe utomhus men det börjar regna. Åskguden Tor hjälper dem då att fixa eld och när han känner kaffearomen hoppar han ner från sin vagn i himlen till gubbarna. Ett gudagott kaffe, låter slogan. Fånig film men ändå charmig på något sätt. <a href="http://www.gevalia.se/gevalia/page?siteid=gevalia-prd&locale=sesv1&PagecRef=605">Här </a>kan du se den.<br /><br /></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgI1So6yNKTDf9vbonEuzSsYhVeqn61cMezUK5vlj7HGUxL6ZvxWoLz9NzEJRK4KyC-qNHO-TMmOIEyXiIF5TQiASkL3oPLqj4b_bijVir3yxKawCSjrxwAx01TanPXdA5VVOxXXDUB6y4/s1600-h/Baotian+2.gif"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgI1So6yNKTDf9vbonEuzSsYhVeqn61cMezUK5vlj7HGUxL6ZvxWoLz9NzEJRK4KyC-qNHO-TMmOIEyXiIF5TQiASkL3oPLqj4b_bijVir3yxKawCSjrxwAx01TanPXdA5VVOxXXDUB6y4/s400/Baotian+2.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114117789467860882" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family:times new roman;">Apropå vagnar och fortskaffningsmedel... När Sandra åkte hem från skolan på moppen i går hakade tutan upp sig. Det var nog ganska så pinsamt. Hon ringde när hon var på E4:an och var förtvivlad. Det fanns ju inget att göra, hon fick ju köra hem moppen som den var. Väl hemma ringde hon återförsäljaren och bestämde möte idag efter skolan. När man är tonåring är det mesta pinsammt och Sandra är inget undantag. Usch, vad hon skämdes att åka omkring på moppen med ett högt tuuutande ljud hela vägen hem...<br /><br /><br /><br />To be continued...<br /></span>Tempus Fugithttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07016619067259153959noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5287293233649364449.post-61812312469125668992007-09-23T21:43:00.000+02:002007-10-07T23:39:48.306+02:00Good Music... # 3<span style="font-size:100%;"><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;">Goo Goo Dolls hörde jag första gången när jag såg filmen City of Angels, med Nicolas Cage och Meg Ryan. Det är en romantisk film som är helt OK, tragisk förståss :/</span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;">Jag blev helt betagen i en av låtarna som heter Iris. Det måste vara en av världens mest romantiska låtar. Jag blir knäsvag när jag hör den, så vacker.</span></span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;"><br /><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:times new roman;">Movie - City of Angels / Song - Iris</span></span></span><br /><br /><object height="350" width="425"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/EXEfg4-9BnY"><param name="wmode" value="transparent"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/EXEfg4-9BnY" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="350" width="425"></embed></object><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;" >Music - Goo Goo Dolls</span><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:times new roman;"> (USA)</span></span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3PD_BQM7XZwEgw3y3Fnx8c9KRAIdytm2cu1rP-V9nLRbXAWdt9S62wceesXNYuJEJmrnPDT2oDbiRcJddpZ0wyaMH18I7iCeUUnkfverTOPr41i2etRLsjltwXEbSbzh_mIaixbbZyug/s1600-h/photos_ggd.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 165px; height: 130px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3PD_BQM7XZwEgw3y3Fnx8c9KRAIdytm2cu1rP-V9nLRbXAWdt9S62wceesXNYuJEJmrnPDT2oDbiRcJddpZ0wyaMH18I7iCeUUnkfverTOPr41i2etRLsjltwXEbSbzh_mIaixbbZyug/s400/photos_ggd.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113494735742099330" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;"><br /><br /></span><br /><ul style="font-family:times new roman;"><li><a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2VQu2JCxFMA"><span style="font-size:100%;">Stay With You</span></a></li></ul><ul style="font-family: times new roman;"><li><a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=z6kwxKDGeT0">Let Love In</a></li></ul><span style="font-size:100%;"><a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=z6kwxKDGeT0"></a></span><ul style="font-family:times new roman;"><li><span style="font-size:100%;"><a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hbP0KNCsYIw">Give a Little Bit</a> (Cover, Supertramp made this)</span></li></ul><ul face="times new roman"><li><span style="font-size:100%;"><a href="http://www.googoodolls.com/">Official Homepage Goo Goo Dolls</a></span></li></ul><ul style="font-family: times new roman;"><li><span style="font-size:100%;"><a href="http://city-of-angels.warnerbros.com/">Homepage City of Angels</a></span></li></ul><br /><span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;" >The first time I heard Goo Goo Dolls was when I saw the movie City of Angels, starring Nicolas Cage and Meg Ryan. It is a romantic movie, tragic of course :/<br />I become absolutely "charmed" in the song Iris. I think that Iris must be one of the world's most romantic songs and it really touches me ... so beautiful.<br /><br /><br />To be continued...<br /></span>Tempus Fugithttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07016619067259153959noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5287293233649364449.post-467685992402391012007-09-23T21:04:00.000+02:002007-09-25T16:47:18.904+02:00På sängkanten... - In bed...<span style="font-size:100%;"><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;">I dag har jag mest varit sängliggande. Har något otyg i halsen oc</span></span><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:times new roman;">h luftrören, misstänker att det kan vara luftrörskatarr. Det började i slutet av veckan. På fredagskvällen hade jag rejäl värk i halsen, det kändes som ett rivjärn varje gång jag svalde. När jag nös trodde jag halsen skulle slitas itu. På kvällen när jag skulle lägga mig sköljde jag igenom svalget med konjak, kanske några baciller dog ;) för jag var bättre på lördagen. På lördagskvällen blev jag sämre igen men hade inte riktigt lika ont i halsen som kvällen dessförinnan. Däremot hade jag feber. Jösses, vilken frossa jag hade. Jag frös och hackade tänder. Lade mig med byxor och tröja, tjocka strumpor och en filt ovanpå täcket. Brr, då var jag inte så värst pigg. Samma procedur utfördes på kvällen, två snapsar Grönstedts konjak och bums i säng. Idag är jag bättre i halsen men har varit helt slut och matt i kroppen.</span></span><span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;" > I morgon ska jag ringa läkaren och förhoppningsvist har jag något som</span><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:times new roman;"> går att medicinera bort.</span> </span> <p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:times new roman;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:times new roman;"><span style="font-size:100%;">Barnen tyckte att jag skulle åka in till akuten men sitta där och vänta i flera timmar har jag inte lust med. Jag är ju inte så pigg men inte halvdöd heller, så jag gjorde valet att vänta till måndag. </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:times new roman;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:times new roman;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:times new roman;">Att ha ont är inte något jag är ovan vid. Jag har alltid försökt att inte låta värken inverka på mitt liv, eller på andra människor. Förhoppningsvist har jag lyckats. Det har gått många år efter bilolyckan som jag dessutom var oskyldig till. Jag stod still när jag blev påkörd bakifrån.</span> </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:times new roman;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p><span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;" ><span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;" >Det känns konstigt eftersom jag aldrig är sjuk. Det är många år sedan jag hade en förkylning. Visserligen har jag varit ett ”öronbarn” upp till vuxen ålder men det är flera år sedan jag hade öroninflammation också.</span><br /><br /></span><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:times new roman;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg99lXUpqNzXlwsM7fRHLLaBJiIGFLnTJmOE_ccz_ffvGQK-646ShXvtgyHjBobNcb54H9hdPsPK4-Dl0jkT8TYFmhYjoERn2kqwDBYX-_zdAiQA624hVzMPTxVGt93Sb4hhZmMF8etntI/s1600-h/bacillus.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg99lXUpqNzXlwsM7fRHLLaBJiIGFLnTJmOE_ccz_ffvGQK-646ShXvtgyHjBobNcb54H9hdPsPK4-Dl0jkT8TYFmhYjoERn2kqwDBYX-_zdAiQA624hVzMPTxVGt93Sb4hhZmMF8etntI/s400/bacillus.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113477912355200850" border="0" /></a></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:times new roman;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <div style="text-align: center;"><span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;" ><span style="font-style: italic;">Hey, is it you that gives me trouble, Mr. Virus?<br /><br /></span></span></div><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:times new roman;"><span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;" ><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size:100%;">Today I have been in bed most of the time. I have some infection in my throat and bronchi; I suspect it can be bronchi catarrh. It all started at the end of the week. On Friday evening I hade really pain in my throat, it felt like a grater every time I swallowed. When I sneezed I thought that my throat would break into thousands pieces. When I was going to bed I took a snaps cognac to rinse the germs away and maybe some of them died ;) because I was much better on Saturday morning. On the evening I felt worst again but the pain wasn’t the same like Friday. Instead I got fever. </span><span style="font-size:100%;">Oh, I sure was shivering. I was freezing and shaking. </span><span style="" lang="EN-GB"><span style="font-size:100%;">When I went to sleep I hade pants, sweater, really warm socks and one extra blanket upon my quilt. Brr, I wasn’t to alert then… and I did the same procedure … two glasses of snaps (Grönstedts cognac) and in bed at once. Today my throat is better but I have been so tired and week. Tomorrow I’m going to call a doctor and hopefully I will get some medicine that can help…</span><o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:times new roman;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="" lang="EN-GB"><o:p> </o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:times new roman;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="" lang="EN-GB"><span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;" >In <st1:country-region st="on"><st1:place st="on">Sweden</st1:place></st1:country-region> we have free medical care and my kids wanted me to go to the emergency clinic but probably I have to sit there and wait for hours. If that so, I prefer to be in bed at home. I mean, I’m not well but I’m not half dead either.</span> <o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:times new roman;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="" lang="EN-GB"><o:p> </o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" face="times new roman"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="" lang="EN-GB"><span style=";font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;" >Pain is something I’m used to. I have always tried to not let the pain affect my life, or other people. Hopefully I have succeeded. It have been many years after the car accident (I was NOT guilty, my car stood still when I got hit from behind) so my neck have been stabilize over the years. I just have to take care.</span><o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: times new roman;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="" lang="EN-GB"><o:p> </o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="" lang="EN-GB"><span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;" >All this feels weird because I never get sick! Its many years ago I got a cold. I have been what we in <st1:country-region st="on"><st1:place st="on">Sweden</st1:place></st1:country-region> call “ear child” that mean kids that often got ear inflammation. I was such a kid… but I was that even when I became adult ;)</span> <o:p></o:p></span></p>Tempus Fugithttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07016619067259153959noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5287293233649364449.post-29599554185454731662007-09-21T22:34:00.000+02:002007-09-26T11:00:24.490+02:00Hälsa, grädde och björnar - Health, cream and bears<span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;" ><br />Jag har inte rökt (inte heller feströkt) under en längre tid, närmare 6 månader och kan inte påstå att jag är röksugen. Jag slutade tvärt, utan hjälpmedel, främst pga att jag kände hur dåligt det var för min hälsa. I dag har jag ökat i vikt, men hellre övervikt än cancer. Inför min USA resa bestämde jag mig för att bryta även</span><span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;" > vikttrenden och framför allt sockerberoendet (läs godis). Det går riktigt bra. Det är sällan som jag blir sådär oerhört sugen på godis nu för tiden. Det gäller att ha nolltolerans...<br /><br /></span><span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;" >Förr hade jag inga viktproblem och därför känns det inte så kul när kläderna inte passar så bra längre. Efter en "prövotid" i våras, som fungerade ypperligt, vet jag att LCHF-kosten pass</span><span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;" >ar mig mycket bra. Jag tyc</span><span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;" >ker om god mat och lagar god mat (låter skrytigt, jag vet) med mängder av grädd</span><span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;" >e i såserna och annat gott. Jag njuter nu till fullo av underbara smakupplevelser. Borta är kolhydratrika matvaror (ris, pasta, potatis o dyl) och</span><span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;" > nyckelhålsmärkt produkter (där oftast fettet är ersatt med socker). Det går, som sagt, åt mängder med grädde i min matlagning och vilken mat, mums.<br /></span><span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;" >Hur som helst, sista veckan i USA upptäckte jag att vågen pekade på ca 4 kilos vktnedgång på 3 ½ vecka. Inte dåligt. Tanken är ju inte att bli fanatisk, det gäller bara att se upp med soc</span><span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;" >ker och kolhydrater.<br /></span><div style="text-align: right;font-family:times new roman;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span></div><span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;" >Skulle vilja träna men till gym vågar jag mig inte pga min nackskada, tyvärr. Jag har en fanastisk skog intill som är trevlig att gå i (och nej, jag har aldrig gått vilse i en skog) men nu är det en björn som knallar omkring i närheten och då har jag ingen lust längre. Jag är nämligen livrädd för att möt</span><span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;" >a en björn, speciel</span><span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;" >lt en </span><span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;" >hona med ungar.<br /><br />Har funderat mer och mer på att börja simma ett par dagar i veckan. Jag trivs verkligen i vatten, dessutom tränas ju hela kroppen. Jag vet att det kan bli besvärligt för nacken men jag ska testa ett par gånger och se hur det fungerar.<br /></span><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><span style="font-family:times new roman;">För ett tag sedan provade jag faktiskt en badmössa. Den var gul och jag såg ut som en kantarell när jag tittade mig i spegeln. Skaffar jag mig en badmössa blir den garanterat INTE gul...</span><br /><br /></span><br /></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjF_NsSYq4m4YFiG-M5Wef_oSZ660bd7fMrswb72SbwkyYvZG0cHJH-HqFQPcjhQkKqS0gcVf5LOX1tLwcm4iEKkFz9WFg8PiBS42cIPsupH8DrhGXqInCT-Jx5VQJ15LOxdlgzuIyALDw/s1600-h/Bj%C3%B6rnhona+med+ungar.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 250px; height: 137px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjF_NsSYq4m4YFiG-M5Wef_oSZ660bd7fMrswb72SbwkyYvZG0cHJH-HqFQPcjhQkKqS0gcVf5LOX1tLwcm4iEKkFz9WFg8PiBS42cIPsupH8DrhGXqInCT-Jx5VQJ15LOxdlgzuIyALDw/s320/Bj%C3%B6rnhona+med+ungar.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112781268659789554" border="0" /></a><br /></span><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-style: italic;">Like them, but don't want to meet them</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span></div><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:times new roman;">I think it's more than 6 month ago since I hade a smoke. I feel content and I don't have any desire to smoke. I decided to quit, without any help from nicotine patches or similar. Once I made up my mind, it wasn't so hard. I decided to quit smoking because I wanted to be in good health, in the first place. Today I have put on some weight but I prefer that instead of cancer. Just before my USA trip I decided to loose weight and break my addiction to sugar (chockolate and candy).</span><br /><br /></span><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:times new roman;">I can't say that I hade weight problems before (when I was smoking) and now, suddenly, the cloths don't fit so well. After an attempt last spring I know that the LCHF diet suit me fine. I do like good food and I am a </span></span><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:times new roman;">good chef, I know I'm bragging ;) with a lot of cream in my sauces. All food with much carbohydrate is now gone (rice, pasta, potatoes etc) and fat free products (where they often have replaced the fat with sugar). As I said, I'm using a lot of cream in my cooking and it taste so delicious, yummy.</span></span><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:times new roman;">Anyway, the last week I was in the US I noticed that I actually lost almost 4 Kg (8,8 pound) in three and a half week. Not bad at all. You're not supposed to be fanatical; you just h</span></span><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:times new roman;">ave to be careful with sugar and carbohydrate.<br /><br /></span></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJIS1bcMrFym2DIL_TmuwXLApMIp-szpfLszd6_kqpZzUMmO0h8mZTlt39cPgjyXaCO3DKXC0aXPhZZvdRbhTsIqT6vtuOY-2ozWo_J7wYx6nHSolpf4PkxSqpOM9-DheZ9cfLMmzqMpg/s1600-h/773_s1.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJIS1bcMrFym2DIL_TmuwXLApMIp-szpfLszd6_kqpZzUMmO0h8mZTlt39cPgjyXaCO3DKXC0aXPhZZvdRbhTsIqT6vtuOY-2ozWo_J7wYx6nHSolpf4PkxSqpOM9-DheZ9cfLMmzqMpg/s320/773_s1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112780645889531618" border="0" /></a></span><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" >An chanterelle?</span><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span></div></div><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;" ><br /></span></div><span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;" >I would like to do some exercise too but I don't dare to go to a gym due to my whiplash damage, unfortunate. I have an incredible forest just outside and it is very nice to take a walk in (and, no, I have never been lost) but now it is a bear in it and than I don't feel for it any more. I'm afraid of bears, especially to meet a female with cubs.<br />I have been thinking about swimming instead, a few times a week. I really like it in the water and I think it is a good exercise. It can be trouble with the neck but I will try to swim a couple of times and se how it works out.<br />For a while ago I actually tried a bathing cap. It was yellow and when I saw</span><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:times new roman;"> myself in the mirror I saw an chanterelle. If I ever get myself a bathing cap, it WON'T be a yellow one...</span><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;">To be continued...</span></span><br /></span></span>Tempus Fugithttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07016619067259153959noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5287293233649364449.post-61120516273639323722007-09-17T11:32:00.000+02:002007-09-26T11:03:43.912+02:00Hem ljuva hem - Home sweet home<span style="font-family:times new roman;"><br />Ja nu är jag hemma igen. Jag åkte från Katrin i <a href="http://www.supertravelnet.com/maps/?country=280_5861_7">Bradenton, FL</a>, kl 08.30 lokal tid den 13/9 och landade på</span><span style="font-family:times new roman;"> Arlanda den 14/9 kl 07.00. Flygresan gick förvånandsvärt bra. Det var medvind, planet startade en halvtimme senare och landade en halvtimme tidigare, en timme mindre flygtid alltså... härligt.<br /></span><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMBWKGLDTUXIuwUoIq0H-FDtzi64x97XT2v5EcmN05fP7enPdD2_MT_6mSCKWVy53bqfayTSGttZXv8oJTZKjeW1sKaupKNMeWE0mDTZjj7KlwGzuZ4AFMcodnHA5Jy72VKzJ1AuPHo7M/s1600-h/IDs+003.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMBWKGLDTUXIuwUoIq0H-FDtzi64x97XT2v5EcmN05fP7enPdD2_MT_6mSCKWVy53bqfayTSGttZXv8oJTZKjeW1sKaupKNMeWE0mDTZjj7KlwGzuZ4AFMcodnHA5Jy72VKzJ1AuPHo7M/s400/IDs+003.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111107854736139282" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><span style="font-style: italic;">My wonderful sister<br /><br /></span></span></div><span style="font-family:times new roman;">Tiden har gått så oerhört fort när jag har varit där. Visst har jag saknat barnen och fläskhövvet ;) men annars hade jag kunnat stanna längre. Till stor del beror det nog på att Katrin och jag trivs så bra tillsammans, det har verkligen varit jättetrevligt. Jag har en fantastiskt fin syster som jag älskar så mycket.<br /><br /></span><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><br /></span><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhc2UbYVXDYU0NPjg8R5ZyH0VRU130wsqUPYIOGhAuUoLN-DvwXxi_n87PUW6UCNEEjICP8vVY9wOIcIq7hgb3T5piNmmkMszEXgY_RQ4h7FnU475A18fkmpHmr8upcZUcgQ-9BeB2JNx0/s1600-h/Carina+0012.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhc2UbYVXDYU0NPjg8R5ZyH0VRU130wsqUPYIOGhAuUoLN-DvwXxi_n87PUW6UCNEEjICP8vVY9wOIcIq7hgb3T5piNmmkMszEXgY_RQ4h7FnU475A18fkmpHmr8upcZUcgQ-9BeB2JNx0/s400/Carina+0012.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111108842578617378" border="0" /></a><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" ><span style="font-family:times new roman;">Sarah and me, kisses goodbye</span></span><br /></div><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" ><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><br /></span></span><span style="font-family:times new roman;">Det har varit så kul att få umgås med Sarah. Hon är drygt 4 år, född samma datum som min äldsta faktiskt. Jag hade med mig massor med kinderägg från Sverige och gissa om jag blev poppis :). Jag hade även med mig en rejäl samling <a href="http://www.bamse.net/">Bamsegrejor</a>, vattenflaska, matlåda, mjukisfigurer osv. Herrgå</span><span style="font-family:times new roman;">rdsostar och dippmixer till Katrin. Ken fick inget från Sverige men han fick smaka whiskey med mig i alla fall och det klagade han inte över :)<br /><br /><br /></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_LPY3RrjgKL20UHW_YyriaC6qVOV6VuLs8-YQQqwjFiQiyizfF4uHi_SSC-LzEvKqX9unpi7Ok-o1Ih_7-GzgY7TP2luvvgQRvQK4LV2Iid8ovN6TRg7HrrhAUhl2Mb0JWCTSu-dn_cE/s1600-h/Crown+Royal.gif"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_LPY3RrjgKL20UHW_YyriaC6qVOV6VuLs8-YQQqwjFiQiyizfF4uHi_SSC-LzEvKqX9unpi7Ok-o1Ih_7-GzgY7TP2luvvgQRvQK4LV2Iid8ovN6TRg7HrrhAUhl2Mb0JWCTSu-dn_cE/s320/Crown+Royal.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111106686505034754" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><br />Som jag berättat i tidigare inlägg köpte Ken två flaskor whiskey åt mig i välkomstpresent, väldigt trevlig svåger, inte sant ;). En Chivas Regal och en Crown Royal, en kanadensisk whiskey som blivit min nya favorit. Inte för att jag är någon större whiskeykännare men den var riktigt, riktigt god. Jag som har tro</span><span style="font-family:times new roman;">tt att det bara är skottar som kan göra riktigt fin whiskey...<br /></span><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" ><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><br /><br /></span></span></div><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;">Well, now I'm back home in Sweden again. I left Katrin and <a href="http://www.supertravelnet.com/maps/?country=280_5861_7">Bradenton, FL</a> at 8.30 AM (Bradenton time) 13th of september and I arrived at Arlanda, Stockholm the 14th at 7.00 AM (Swedish time). It was a great flight. The plane started half an hour late and arrived half an hour early, one hour less flight time... great.</span><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;">I have been missing my children and my cat but I must say that the four week I'v been away feels more like two... A good deal of that is beacause Katrin and I get on so well together. It has been really nice. I have a great sister that I love very much.</span><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEismWiepmmysu61Ujo5vyT2bRymsbqpgkylQ1hPc2soGY5YWRLa4v3ETZbIfQ1yMSvWj6QoGSny13c6mOH2UwbuIEy7kl4KzJowwivjVG3tAF2ljVZGGlGZL0kweZARX_rej5SWb3tVPOE/s1600-h/ostar_herrgard2.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEismWiepmmysu61Ujo5vyT2bRymsbqpgkylQ1hPc2soGY5YWRLa4v3ETZbIfQ1yMSvWj6QoGSny13c6mOH2UwbuIEy7kl4KzJowwivjVG3tAF2ljVZGGlGZL0kweZARX_rej5SWb3tVPOE/s400/ostar_herrgard2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111111084551545906" border="0" /></a><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;" >Herrgårdsost</span><br /></div><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;">As I mention earlier Ken gave me two bottles of whiskey for a welcome present. That's a nice brother in law, right? It was one chivas regal and one crown royal, a Canadian whiskey that have become my new favorite. I'm not a big whiskey authority but it is really, really nice. I have thought that it's only Scotchmen that can make fine whiskey...</span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYmCXtQHDVXwZbA_UzZelytngsu4hPDMqE9Cb1SUXUXpjNq4ZfoMS2HDmSfY3irNEKV_3bQmhjK8z7gUT7JCSgtH9ZbbYhB3noL74m71D5feHRsnztrBJGdghyphenhyphenJz6Pz_dQO9l653J0OPI/s1600-h/08_kinder_egg.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 278px; height: 209px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYmCXtQHDVXwZbA_UzZelytngsu4hPDMqE9Cb1SUXUXpjNq4ZfoMS2HDmSfY3irNEKV_3bQmhjK8z7gUT7JCSgtH9ZbbYhB3noL74m71D5feHRsnztrBJGdghyphenhyphenJz6Pz_dQO9l653J0OPI/s400/08_kinder_egg.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111117535592424578" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;">I hade some great times with Sarah. She is four years old, and born the same date as my oldest. She was so happy for the gifts I brought with me, kinder eggs and different kind of <a href="http://www.bamse.net/">Bamse</a> stuff (toys, etc). Katrin got some dip mixes and some Swedish cheese called herrgårdsost (it reminds of an emmenthalar cheese). Ken didn't got any Swedish gifts this time but he tasted whiskey with me and I never heard him complain ;)<br /><br /></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhg3KD6-x5QeDJ80QnPJQMvvUJOGdBsuuA6gXKmlTlE__IN9FxrEdJwzFVYehuuyQZpeDWPZe71tdhMpTYLwN6Qo-ec_dTLjuIAwocRb-aW928NHSLvcXCWRJZ-TbNSPTaW1WONBsnpfa8/s1600-h/dip_mix.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhg3KD6-x5QeDJ80QnPJQMvvUJOGdBsuuA6gXKmlTlE__IN9FxrEdJwzFVYehuuyQZpeDWPZe71tdhMpTYLwN6Qo-ec_dTLjuIAwocRb-aW928NHSLvcXCWRJZ-TbNSPTaW1WONBsnpfa8/s400/dip_mix.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111112630739772530" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;">To be continued...<br /><br /></span>Tempus Fugithttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07016619067259153959noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5287293233649364449.post-44955755184150771392007-09-17T09:59:00.000+02:002007-09-17T14:09:11.015+02:00Good Music... # 2<span style="font-family:times new roman;">Det här är en Svensk artist som har en underbar röst. På hans officiella hemsida kan du läsa mer om honom (klicka på Evolution). Nedan följer "smakprov" på några av hans låtar. Jag VET att nästan alla har hört Glorious massor med gånger men den ÄR otroligt bra :) och Unbreakable är så vacker...<br /></span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman;font-size:130%;" >Music - Andreas Johnson</span><span style="font-family: times new roman;font-size:130%;" > (Swedish)</span><br /><br /></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKih34fdLSnkz_3fQfnBUcNubGayJFCJFmxYEP7YlmjKbUAdpMLNpU2PfgjGSbf1QmJpmx9AQVvaLKw-w8vszBDtEV4boaJzgqJmdP4jU4UurUtuNZUVQcjclip-tR44s3v_VGt_OL3GQ/s1600-h/andreas1_13.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKih34fdLSnkz_3fQfnBUcNubGayJFCJFmxYEP7YlmjKbUAdpMLNpU2PfgjGSbf1QmJpmx9AQVvaLKw-w8vszBDtEV4boaJzgqJmdP4jU4UurUtuNZUVQcjclip-tR44s3v_VGt_OL3GQ/s400/andreas1_13.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111080689067992050" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><br /><br /><br /></span><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><ul style="font-family: times new roman;"><li><a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JJt3W-jIQM4&feature=PlayList&p=94A992C9DCE5333C&index=4">Glorious</a></li></ul><ul style="font-family: times new roman;"><li><a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yX71CFMjtA0">Unbreakable</a><br /></li></ul><ul style="font-family: times new roman;"><li><a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=a-AbykfHG48&feature=PlayList&p=94A992C9DCE5333C&index=22">The games we play</a></li></ul><ul style="font-family: times new roman;"><li><a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=N7YtQg6keU0&feature=PlayList&p=94A992C9DCE5333C&index=24">Sing for me</a></li></ul><ul style="font-family: times new roman;"><li><a href="http://www.andreas-johnson.com/">Andreas Johnson Official homepage</a><br /></li></ul><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;">This Swedish artist has a wonderful voice. You can read about him on his official homepage (click on Evolution). Above are some of his songs. I know that many people have heard Glorious a lots of times but it is a really good song :) and Unbreakable is so beautiful...</span><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;">To be continued...</span>Tempus Fugithttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07016619067259153959noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5287293233649364449.post-41272795363942296222007-09-12T05:03:00.000+02:002007-09-17T09:58:25.815+02:00Good Music... # 1<span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:times new roman;">Jag tycker ganska mycket om musik ;) och tänkte berätta <span style="font-weight: bold;">lite</span> om några av mina favoritlåtar. Fokus kommer att vara på svenska artister. Det kommer endast att finnas länkar till låtarna, annars blir min blogg full av youtube filmer och det är ju inte riktigt tanken. En salig blandning av ny och inte fullt så ny musik kommer det att bli och, som sagt, mest svenskt.</span></span><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><br />Music - The Ark</span><span> (Swedish)<br /><br /></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgCMP-79Spuynouo-wgCxF2aAvuJ6hfVagG-buhohrjk2xGDNFANMhgoAdBgIsDBa7QbA5J5WyWBiuGt9k9mbTTZEvWtATWm3FRIsZg4BsEthp7bgYSoiqtCDVCJ_UqaJUNSmzsasMXwXY/s1600-h/theark-main.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 270px; height: 191px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgCMP-79Spuynouo-wgCxF2aAvuJ6hfVagG-buhohrjk2xGDNFANMhgoAdBgIsDBa7QbA5J5WyWBiuGt9k9mbTTZEvWtATWm3FRIsZg4BsEthp7bgYSoiqtCDVCJ_UqaJUNSmzsasMXwXY/s400/theark-main.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111078825052185570" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></div></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><ul><li><a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=l9Kh99G1YSs&feature=PlayList&p=94A992C9DCE5333C&index=5"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:times new roman;">Prayer for the weekend</span></span></a></li></ul><ul><li><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><a href="http://www.thearkworld.com/">Official homepage</a></span></span></li></ul><ul><li><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:times new roman;">Heard them the fist time 2000 with <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Gsq-nBGDsqY">Echo Chamber</a></span></span></li></ul><ul><li><a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aKrDWs-xfrE"><span style="font-family:times new roman;">It takes a fool to remain sane</span></a><br /></li></ul><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><br />I like music a lot and I'm going to tell you a <span style="font-weight: bold;">little </span>bit about some favorites, most Swedish artists and band. There will only be links to the songs or else my blog would be full of movies and that's not quite the thought. A mess of old and new and, as I said, a lot of Swedish music.<br /><br />To be continued...<br /></span></span>Tempus Fugithttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07016619067259153959noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5287293233649364449.post-74624642378454591972007-09-05T19:35:00.001+02:002007-09-16T23:33:59.038+02:00Evil (Ondskan)<div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"><p><object height="350" width="425"><param value="http://youtube.com/v/3tCFvaJo9aE" name="movie"><embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" src="http://youtube.com/v/3tCFvaJo9aE" height="350" width="425"></embed></object></p></div>Tempus Fugithttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07016619067259153959noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5287293233649364449.post-89251995826237846812007-09-05T03:31:00.001+02:002007-09-24T13:38:47.677+02:00Strömavbrott / Power failure<span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><br />I går hade vi strömavbrott som varade i ca 1 timme. Tyvärr gick deras box till TV:n sönder men de får en ny (gratis) senare idag. Det är tur att jag har med mig bra svenska filmer, bl. a sexton Beck filmer. De filmerna är så bra och inte minst "Gunvald Larsson".<br /><br />Ondskan av Jan Guillou följde också med på USA resan :) Den är riktigt bra, inte minst med tanke på att den till största delen har verklighetsbakgrund... Skolan, som filmen till största delen utspelar sig i, lades ner efter att Jan G m.fl. gjorde ett uppmärksammat reportage om pennalism och förhållandena på skolan. Jag vet att unga killar som inte har något läsintresse ofta blir rekommenderade just den här boken av sina lärare. Det brukar resultera i ett större intresse för läsning.<br />Jag har <a href="http://www.adlibris.se/product.aspx?isbn=9164200515">boken</a> och den är bra, bättre än filmen, precis som det brukar vara.<br /><br /><br />Yesterday we hade a power failure for one hour. Unfortunately did the cable box broke but they will get a new one today, for free. It's lucky that I brought some good Swedish movies with me e.g. sixteen Beck movies. It's Swedish criminal detective stories, really good ones too.<br /><br />Evil by Jan Guillou also came along on the USA trip. It's a good movie, especially when the major part of the movie has a real background. The most of the movie is located in a school, who hade to close after a very attention reportage made by Jan G, and others, about bullying and the circumstances on the school. I know that young guys who don't have any interesting of reading often is recommended this book by there teachers. This usually gives results in a bigger interest of reading.<br />I got the <a href="http://www.amazon.com/Ondskan-Jan-Guillou/dp/911811332X">book</a> and it's good, better than the movie, exact as it usually is...<br /><br /><br />To be continued...<br /><br /></span></span>Tempus Fugithttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07016619067259153959noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5287293233649364449.post-41322904689094216732007-09-04T14:36:00.000+02:002007-09-20T10:18:39.329+02:00Swedish meatballs and harp in cockroachheaven<span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><br />Last friday my sister finally came home from the hospital. She's feeling great considering what she gone through. With the homecoming on hand she asks me to make her some Swedish meatballs, mashed potatoes and lingonberryjam for dinner. That was the best she hade eaten for a long time...and the best meatballs she ever eaten :)<br /><br /></span></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGQNg-OTQiz2WKXvNiQpZM42HGucbpo4GBuztDG9sDYK1KqGaJlBL1Vnxt1XFxtPC4DWE982EJBVVs2Qa4n_NGSEm3BqcyO8GOXFS_vk5aW7pVjMimUDQPanngfMPb7rniY45lTghAWGs/s1600-h/kottbullar.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 312px; height: 179px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGQNg-OTQiz2WKXvNiQpZM42HGucbpo4GBuztDG9sDYK1KqGaJlBL1Vnxt1XFxtPC4DWE982EJBVVs2Qa4n_NGSEm3BqcyO8GOXFS_vk5aW7pVjMimUDQPanngfMPb7rniY45lTghAWGs/s400/kottbullar.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112197757504952690" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:times new roman;">On friday I also got the doubtful pleasure to see a cockroach. It crawled upwards my sisters leg when she was seated in the sofa and I can tell you that I have never seen anyone get up from a sofa as fast as she did... (if it would have been my leg, I bet I would get a heart attack). I would not like to have a cockroach in my home and I think that "small creeping things" is kind of scary (especially spiders) but I must admit that it was kind of beautiful, black, shining and with long antenna. They have a special "bug spray" so that cockroach is now playing harp in the cockroachheaven. I would not mind if that was the first and last time I ever seen one...<br /><br />To be continued...<br /></span></span>Tempus Fugithttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07016619067259153959noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5287293233649364449.post-72530448622944008732007-09-04T14:26:00.000+02:002007-09-06T15:22:05.269+02:00Köttbullar och harpa i kackerlackshimlen<span style="font-family:times new roman;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><br />I fredags kom äntligen min syster hem från sjukhuset. Hon mår fantastiskt bra med tanke på vad hon genomgått. Inför hemkomsten bad hon mig göra köttbullar, potatismos och lingonsylt till middag. Hon åt och åt och tyckte att det var det godaste hon ätit på evigheter.</span></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRdZPWYqrOUw6bAdqK3rVKzRhSYd0m6dPNreG0USSgeAI4gA3xa-mjLzqMD_QijKS6fpg9P0S_uZc7QPEzB1tiUdu8ldWMt1ZQc-Ymnlq2m7sWNSqMx_xKn_J-oTWzWvs-IlPfgGTsUYc/s1600-h/kackerlacka+2.png"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRdZPWYqrOUw6bAdqK3rVKzRhSYd0m6dPNreG0USSgeAI4gA3xa-mjLzqMD_QijKS6fpg9P0S_uZc7QPEzB1tiUdu8ldWMt1ZQc-Ymnlq2m7sWNSqMx_xKn_J-oTWzWvs-IlPfgGTsUYc/s320/kackerlacka+2.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106326553175290498" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><br />På fredagen fick jag även det tvivelaktiga nöjet att se en kackerlacka. Den kröp uppför min systers ben när hon satt i soffan och det kan jag säga att jag aldrig har sett någon fara upp ur en soffa med sådan fart som hon (hade det varit mitt ben hade jag säkert fått en hjärtattack)... Inte för att jag skulle vilja ha någon kackerlacka i mitt hem och jag tycker att småkryp är ganska läskiga (speciellt spindlar) men jag måste erkänna att den var ganska fin, svart, glänsande och med långa antenner. De har ju speciell "bug spray" så den kackerlackan spelar numera harpa i kackerlackshimlen. Det kan gärna få vara den första och sista gången jag sett en kackerlacka.<br /><br />To be continued...<br /></span></span>Tempus Fugithttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07016619067259153959noreply@blogger.com0