Return of the grass!

It is wonderful.. I've always been a fan of winter. But now I'm all grown up, and I see all the negative sides to snow. Snow restricts us, especially in a place where they haven't had snow for many, many years and there's no budget to actually get rid of the stuff so you can walk places. The brits had it worse, of course, because they were like, REALLY surprised.

Not much to tell, obviously, since I'm going on about the weather...

But here are some pictures from my walks

WTF?

I can hear the quiet screaming going on in her cute little head.


I've seen two winters here, they have been windy, windy, and it's been blowing quite a lot.
Once or twice has it snown, but it never stayed for more than a couple of days. I guess this year will be different. All in protest to the sucky meeting in Copenhagen. "rawr"

Recycling

In the picture is my troll, with the book I got from the transformers freak :) This place has gone from black and white, to green and brown, in the time I have lived here. I am pleased.

This weekend, I have thrown away around 100 good kilos of trash. I've emptied the cabinets of food we should have eaten last year. I found so many odd things that M has thought he should probably eat. Mostly seeds of various kinds.. things that are good for your heart, brain, knees, ears etc. He is so much like I used to be. When I was 18-19, I was all about green tea, seeds, wholemeal, that stuff. I was also a vegetarian! I was very healthy, usually on Tuesday, Wednesday and then again on Sunday. Yes, somehow, I forgot what I was trying to achieve when I had my friends over. These girls were the ones who kept me laughing and smiling all through the last years of school. We had a wonderful time together, and they were just as weird as I was. The reason why I felt so at home with them, was because they were very much like boys. You know, when everything is just humour. The bestest friends I have had, who have been easy to talk to and have stuck with me through thick and thin, are all boys/men, for some reason, I feel more relaxed with the opposite sex.

But with these girls- We didn't talk make-up, we didn't talk cars either. But we saw the humour in absolutely everything. Even our sad selves. We all had a mental instability, and we knew about them. We didn't talk about them much, but we had each other's backs.
When we had our get togethers, we would eat the kind of food that you eat the first week you moved out of your parents' house. That first time in your life when you can do whatever the fuck you want. So you eat pizza in the morning, sweets for lunch, have coffee with everything, perhaps a beer or two with dinner, which would be a sandwich.

So, this is what M is still doing, and it makes me smile. He's an optimist.

My grandmother called this afternoon. She is still very worried about the cost of calling me from another country, but only mentioned it twice this time. She is my scary grandmother. She knows everything about everyone, and often, she thinks she knows even more. I love her. She looks like a plushie, like you want to pick her up and rub your nose against hers. But she is also the one who invented the evil eye. The evil eye I give M when he is so deadly wrong about something, that makes him run away and hide under the bed, I have learnt from her.
When my grandmother has an opinion, and she always does, nothing can change her mind. If you do happen to sway her mind a little, you will not notice until much, much later.
Last year, she sent me a christmas present in the mail. It was a big package, gift wrapped, and inside there were more presents. I had tears in my eyes when I opened them. I have been moving around the last few years, and haven't really stopped. i miss my family daily, but don't reflect on it all that much. It hasn't been many years, but I think it's because I have been doing some growing up, and doing that without them nearby, makes me miss them more.
The image of this present from my gran instantly jumped into the sentimental section of my brain, where I have various types of things.. the good kisses, the family hugs, the sad losses, my brother, when my druid hit level 70, that kind of stuff.
She gave me those sorts of presents when I was a child, where she would put all kinds of things, for example; a scarf, a foot file, make up, conditioner (those small packets you get free with a magazine), cheap jewlery, etc.
I'm not saying my grandmother is stingy, she isn't. She always did good with christmas shopping, and would give me "proper" gifts as well. But this was very typical of her back when I was a young girl. Last year, I realised how much I had missed it. I could even catch a scent of her perfume as I peeled the wrapping off. Perfume, mixed in with cigarette smoke and detergent, which is what her place always smells like.

I told her how happy the gift had made me, and her reaction really surprised me. She got sentimental too, and this year, I'm going to get another present like the last one. I am a lucky woman. My grandmother rocks.

My old, new obsession!

I found this picture while.. eh, making a pretty weird search.

I sooo want to make one. Small magic home for small invisible creatures with hats!!! Next winter ( trying to be realistic, since I wont finish anything this year) I'm going to make at least two tiny houses, and one slightly larger for Taran ze cat. I'm going to sit and look at them for hours and make up stories for the invisible little people inside the houses... I might find myself losing all comprehension of reality!

webcam whore

Yeah, that's not a very nice thing to say... I realise that now. Yet, this was a very popular word for a while on deviantart, mr V used to blurt it out quite often.

However, I was taking this picture to show my troll off.. and he sort of dodged the camera.. I wonder if it could be because I have supernaturally bad eye sight. He looks doped up, but I assure you, he isn't. He might have gotten into the kitty toilet, that's the strongest thing we have in the house at this time.

For some reason, M thought it was a brilliant plan, to keep the kitty toilet in the kitchen. We have the kitchen combined with the living room, and it's a larger area than half the apartment/house (can't make my mind up)

Most of the time, the little darling is clean and conceited, and we have no problems sticking our noses in and around her fur and babble high pitched jibberish into it, thinking that it will make her happy, when really it's probably something we do because we don't have children. (over thinking this much? something i do on all topics? yuss)

BUT, kitty also have a naughty side. This is when she's suddenly gone for a few hours, not to be seen or heard of, bringing mommy and daddy to an outraging state of concern. When our angel finally comes home, she has the nerve to not pay any attention to us what so ever. Scars all over. Hungry and thirsty, and weirdly coloured spots in her fur. When she's eaten like she's been gone for a week, she discovers the toilet. Tadaaaaaaa... Hell, she's been out for hours and not taken her prissy ass to a hole somewhere in nature?!! No, she has plant the most putrid of smells inside.. in the kitchen, while mommy is widening her eyes, going from "oh good, she's home"..to.. "Noooooooo!"

It stinks.. I'm sitting in front of the computer with random objects i found on the table, jammed up my nostrils. I'm thinking of pushing them a bit further in, and get to be excused from work for a week because of surgery.

I was going to sleep.. 3 hours ago, and it's not working very well. I've tried drawing, but it only ends up in half finished sketches.

Every day, I find reasons that would, if i had such power, make me murder all humans in order to save bunnies, puppies and unicorns.
But last week, I slipped on to a blog, written by a swedish "footballer's wife", she even gives her blog that name. I.. loathe football. Anyone who knows me, know that I frown at the mention of it. I don't mind people playing with a ball. I did plenty of that when I was younger, and I miss an exciting game of ice hockey now and again.
But the hype! The hype.. the endless first page news of the "Dream Goal" or how the audience this week is going to punish the players of a certain team by being quiet for 15 minutes in the beginning of a game, so that the players can "feel what the fans feel" .. the disappointment this season.. the trust they have in the players.. is almost gone.. cry, bitch, bitch, moan.. blaadibla
It's a game!!! Try as you might, people, but just because you have this yearning to go grab axes and swords and fight battles.. Football is not life and death, and will never actually have the same meaning as winning your home back from the rule of another country.

Hence, I wrinkle my nose at football. I have some good friends who enjoy watching that stuff, and as long as they don't take a day off because their team lost and their soul died because of it, I'll allow it :P

But yeah, this footballer's wife woman, person, is fantastic. Which, of course means, that she thinks like I do, Have almost the exact opinions and values that I have. But she writes it all down in this.. fantastic way. I love reading it. I love reading about her spilling coffee and the immediate reaction of this.

She still have this fascination over new shoes though.. which I can't understand.

I wear shoes until they hurt, or break. Then I buy a new pair, and wear them until they hurt, or break. I've owned, perhaps 12 pairs in 25 years. I am still a woman. I check daily.

Back in work

Sweden was, in a word, great. We slaved through the many, many miles to get updated with all my million family members, and M was a very good sport. I've seen the people I needed to see. Hugged the people I needed to hug. My brother now has an apartment of his own, and cleans on his own whim, it's sort of awesome.

But yeah, we're back home. Understaffed at work. Pc's coming in left and right, from people who want to get their moneys worth on their insurances. Kitty is cuter than ever. WoW has come with a new patch.. which means I have to try those new features out before I stop playing it for the tenth time. (uhh)

My urge to draw has now come back, it's actually sort of screaming a little at me. But for the next four weeks I only have Sundays off. Will I continue drawing on sundays?...I really hope so.

So.. but as a soft start at least, my drawings from last year have been published on Elfwood finally.

http://www.elfwood.com/~sofieliden2

I might even get a short novel going this week. I've gotten some good ideas.. hum hum..

...the future so bright, i gotta wear shades :P

Closer, come closer...

We found cherry coke, and actual wasabi! Yum yum

6 days or so, and then away we're off in our shivering volvo. M says it will probably take three days to reach our destination.


No internet access for days, and I'm always out of cred on my phone, so, yeah, road trip into hard reality. I hope we don't have to use the tent we're bringing with. But I will not spend any real money on a cabin for one night, might as well have flown then.


Hmm, what if this financial crisis hangs in there until I'm too old to remember what it was like to get chewing gum for less than 2skr?


Sofie is very worried, she is.


I spoke to my dad on the phone yesterday, and told him my big dream of building a home for trolls in the middle of a forest. He only laughed.. I have a strange suspicion he didn't take me seriously.


Now I might never have the money to pull that off, and not able to prove to him and everybody else just how serious I am.


I hate facebook. I love reading about how my old friends all have somehow find themselves happy dream lives. But I doubt they're all as happy as their pixel homes would intel. However, that's not what I hate about facebook. What I hate, is the many, many buttons, and the many addons. It scares the living crap out of me. Did I suddenly turn 105 over night, or is everybody else just so much more interested in learning the innerworkings of new overpopulated sites all the time? I'm odd, I'll give you that. But, hell, so are half my old friends, at least. Still, they're on there, updating their status 5 times a minute, playing pacman or whatever with each other and discuss politics. Yeah! Politics now, for some weird reason. now we're in to that?! I swear, I move around for a bit and stay out of touch for a year, and this is what happens. ...Could also very well be the possibility that they're grown the hell up, and I haven't :P