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I am feeling particularly moody today. No wonder, today is full moon.. Anyhow, I do enjoy a good moan. Below please find some current pet-hates of mine.



PLEASE RELIEVE ME FROM SEEING OR HEARING ABOUT:

1: Justin Bieber: He is, where to begin, ehhh, uff, just so ... ahrg.. incredibly annoying

2: Hello Kitty. When is this gruesome trend gonna fade? I mean. Grown women .. .

3: Libya: "Its in the name of democracy and human rights" Duh...

4: TV reruns: Its a complete piss-take. What am I paying for exactly?

5: Eurovision: Spare me. Its a complete circus. I cant even watch it for the kitch-factor anymore.

6: Whitney Huston: For the love of God. Go through this rehab and stay away! Relax and take care of yourself and your daughter. it is good for you. No more desperate come-backs, please.

7: Low-Carb diets: YES YES, I know they work. But it's the toughest diet ever!

8: Eye- Cream: Damn you all! Be it Dior, Dermologica,Kanebo, Bodyshop or Nivea. I still have bags and dark circles.

9: Dish-washing: A deep hollow cry! Why, but why, don't I have a dishwasher? And when I do it's still the thing I hate the most of all chores..

10: TIE: US and EU. Why can't we all just get a grip? Or at least stop acting as if we haven't got to?

My new co-worker

Lady Gaga makes me GaGa

So.. Am I the only one who things Lady GaGa is a great talent and musician of calibre, but think the styling is getting out of hand. I mean, she has Madonna for breakfast for sure. I just don't get all the hype. She looks like a tranny, and it's getting old.
It started with outlandish outfits. It caught everyone's attention. This is cool. Now she has gone from outlandish outfits, to be carried in a wagon shaped like a giant dinosaur-egg by gay-looking hunks. Lately however, she is in her underwear phase. Yes, you are thin and hot. You too are sexy. As much as you can! You will never be Rhianna or Beyonce! Sorry GaGa. Now please get back to your outlandish outfits and music!

Everyday treasures

Freshly squeezed orange juice (no..not from bottle..u must do it yourself! Oranges straight from the fridge)
A good cry triggered by beautiful music or a moving film/play/opera
An oral orgasm by a selfless and appreciating man
Coming inside from freezing wind and rain to a cozy warm house
Ice cold beer with good company
The perfect lasagna (sometimes you get so disappointed)
Fitting in to a pair of old jeans
Call from an old friend you have not spoken to in ages but never forgot
The dog walking perfect on the lead

What is your everyday treasures?

Good things about being over 30

The ability to say "no" to people. Life is too short to say yes to do things you dont want to do and things you don't have to do.

The benefit of knowing your body and your likes and dislikes in bed. Added bonus is the confidence to let your man know these things..

Most of us have mastered at least a few "signature dishes", which can be served without embarrassment and or food poisoning.

Rowing with parents have stopped, and one begins to actually enjoy their company.

A good night out does not have to include hysterical nightclubs, a drug/booze haze and meaningless one night stands.

You can reread some of the books you read in your teens, and actually understand them this time.

Home office

Working from home has its pros and cons. Right now I am enjoying the pros. I get up. Put on my cuddly comfy fleece and pyjama pants, walk downstairs to log on the PC and put on the kettle. I feed the animals and do some stretching exercises. Coffee and checking in box is followed by lighting candles in the kitchen which is now my domain for culinary experiments (made cod with pearl barley the other day!?) and office.
Am I snacking too much? Yes. Dont even ask me how many coffees I have in a day.. Am I getting any work done? The remarkable answer is YES I AM. Almost everyone I know warned me against the home office thing. But I honestly think its the perfect marriage for me. I do get my work done, and I feel fantastic not having too get power-dressed and not having to sit in a horrible office landscape drinking nescafe. 12 points to home office. I think Ill hoover the living room now before I reply to my emails.

2010

So.. 2010 was in many ways a rocky rollercoster ride... What was supposed to be the year of fullfillment and closure, of joy and smooth sailing did NOT pan out as planned. However. In last minute.. or shall I say month... things took a turn for the best. I've met an Irish Captain. Yes . CAPTAIN!! Yeey. i can't stop bragging about it.. somehow captain of the sea turns me on.

Reflection on time

What days are the same? How days are the same.. How strange the flow of time?.Time lost all sense of duration, distance and scope for now. I don’t see difference between week and weekend, week and month, month and year. All in one never-ending roll of daylight (which is easy to shut out) and nighttimes (which is difficult to ignore). When did time start floating by unrecognised? Since when have weeks gone into months and uneventfully parked behind each other forming something supposedly called a year in life of me? What happened to make me so oblivious to the fact I am to cherish each day? Spite?
I seem to run after myself most of the time. Unable to catch up and probably to bone idol to make the effort it takes to get in line for own life. Takes to much effort and attention. Can be very concerned about wellbeing of other’s lives.. but own is not of much importance as long as up and running. Trying to make the weeks longer only seem to shorten them].
Could time be sold it would have the highest price. It would be the most sought after commodity in the world. It would be stored in vaults by people who could afford to buy more than they could consume, just like any other luxury item.

Is Norway really the dog's bullocks?

Home again. First and foremost let me clarifythat I love my family and I love going back to see them. And yes.. the nature is nice (then again Switzerland is hardly hard-featured.. nor is Ireland, or Finland, or Austria) and the uhm.. the .. fish is plentiful. My issue with Norway and Norwegians become apparant as soon as I set foot here. The Norwegians, you see, like to believe we are the epicenter of the universe. It's in our DNA that anything "you" do (you being rest of world) we can do better.
The moral superior calibre of the Norwegian folk is not to be underestimated.
Conspicous by absence in the international political scene we somehow have managed to maintain our egg-cosy microcosmos untouched by EU/ World interferance.
And we have the most arrogant misapprehention that our way is the best way and look with furrowed brows at any innovation or new thing one tries to present to us.
Stiff-necked and proud we believe everything from our salty dry cured ham ( I will eat Serrano, but please please save me from the venomous "spekeskinke") to our strawberries are simply the epiphamy of excellence... It's sickening! And I am happy to say I am an expat Norwegian.