02.25.09
Spring
How can I tell it’s spring? Well, if you disregard the dandelions that are springing up everywhere, the daffodils in the flowerbed, the blue sunny skies and the 60 degree weather, the lizards awakening is the tell-tale sign. I just saw four on my way to and back from the mailbox. Oh joy, spring is here. Now all we are waiting for is the pollen and the humidity. Oh joy.
02.23.09
Baggage
Everyone has baggage, it’s impossible not to have. We usually keep it stuffed away though, out of sight, out of mind. However, on occasion, this baggage surfaces. As it did today. I was going through our old backup CDs, to try to find pictures to use for our family album we are to bring to the immigration.
First of all, my husband is terrible at labeling stuff. Absolutely terrible. So I was put in charge of this assembly, so it would be done properly. Now, I was in on one of his CDs (his computer crashed while he was in Sweden, and they managed to salvage the things and put them on CDs) and I clicked “Sweden”, very happy to see that he had for once labeled something right not just “Untitled folder”. My mistake. It wasn’t Sweden as I thought it. It was some stuff from his first visit to Sweden. It was mainly pictures of Stockholm and the castle, but also one other picture. A very nice touristy picture, from one of the streets in the Old City with some people in it. My husband, an older woman and her. The Blonde. The Viking Woman. The X.
It felt funny, I have to admit. But then again, it was a long time ago, over and done with. So for my sister’s pure pleasure – I give you…… The lady with the fake boobs! I have met her, twice, and it all went fine. We didn’t speak, so….
Everyone has baggage, me too. His just happes to be five foot three with blonde hair and huge boobs. 
But in my honest opinion (and totally aware of the fact that this may sound silly, petty or jealous but not meaning it to do so…) I am prettier, much more educated, and a lot skinnier. And I’ve got great boobs. 
Real ones.
02.22.09
Confession….
Now, I am fairly decent when it comes to tech stuff. I spent a half hour just now explaining how Itunes functions to my poor husband, and what podcasts are. He would like to think he’s tech-savy, but I know the truth….. ahem…. Maybe it’s that I actually take the time to read the instructions, what do I know?….
I have however, been completely unaware when it comes to online radio. I mean, I know it exists, but I’ve never really given it a second thought. Until tonight. Itunes has a “radio” function to it that I’ve never clicked, I mean I knew it was there, I just didn’t really care. But when patiently explaining the functions of Itunes to hubby, I found myself thinking “Hm, it’d be nice to hear some Swedish radio once in a while.” Besides, I got ridiculed yesterday by my youngest sister, not knowing who someone was on Melodifestivalen (large music contest, nothing like Idol. They have that too. I don’t know the people on it either….).
So I decided to go looking. Now, 15 minutes later, I am listening to my old favorite Swedish radio station. I am so excited! It’s a little silly, I know.
02.18.09
Rain
It’s raining outside today. Positively pouring down. They said it was going to snow, but believe me, it won’t. I like rain, I really do, it’s very soothing. However, I would rather it doesn’t rain tomorrow when I have to go to school.
It’s been a rough couple of days school wise, especially in English. The teacher is just so over the top, and gives us way too much to do between each classes. For example: From Tuesday class to Thursday class, there is less than 36 hours. So what do I have to do? First, complete 8 computer written pages of extremely hard MLA activities. Then read Chapter 4 in Academic Writing, pages 128-182. Also read Chapter 11 in LB Brief, pg 123-142. Read the article starting on pg 539 in Blair, and then do the 6 activities attached to it. Also complete exercises 11.4, 11.5 and 11.6 in LB Brief.
Now, if this was all I had to do, I guess it would be fine, a hell of a lot of work, but fine. But I have three other classes as well! On top of all things mentioned above, I have to summarize 80 pages for Psych, read a chapter and start my film-anayisis for comunication, and do three chapters of problems for math class!
It’s impossible to work ahead, since the English teacher keeps changing the syllabus and adding other things for us to do. I have to look at one class at a time, and hope that I have time to do all the damn work. I feel so swamped all the time. And weekends, we have a ten year old demanding attention (not to mention food…), it’s not easy to work.
Sigh. Some day I just feel like…. Sigh… I have to do laundry today was well. Only day in the week when I can. Well, well, back to schoolwork.
02.14.09
Valentine’s Day
Someone is in a lot of trouble. Not only was there no cake on the birthday, but now nothing for Valentine’s? I had specifically ASKED for what I wanted, and it wasn’t jewelry, stuffed animals, fancy clothes or a dinner at a nice restaurant. I didn’t even ask to have this weekend all to ourselves, which a lot of my CSM friends apparently did. No, all I asked for was a box of my favorite chocolates, available at Walmart for about $10. But has there been any chocolates? No.
And it’s not like he doesn’t know it’s Valentine’s. He knows because I took the time to make a really nice meal, plus, I spent half of the day baking one of his favorite Swedish snacks, cinnamon rolls. We are going to the movies, but we are watching a kids movie with D, so that doesn’t count. He is going to have some major sucking up to do before he gets back in my good graces. I don’t think he realizes that he is in trouble yet either. *Sigh* Men….
02.12.09
Results
I got a 89 on my English Exam, which is a B+. I’m pretty happy, considering I’m in a class with people who have English as their first language, and I’m doing the very same stuff. I’ll be very pleased with a B in this class. Right now, my average is 84, a very clear B. I have like a gazillion (like 6…. ahem…) exercises to do this weekend, including a huge critique paper and 400 pages to read. Oh joy. I haven’t quite decided if I like this class or not.
I also got another 100 on my second Math test! YAY! So that’s 2 down out of 6. I need a 93 average to be exempt from the final. This chapter is word problems ONLY. I hate word problems.
02.11.09
Say happy birthday…
…to my younger sister! She’s turning 21 today! A great way of wishing her a happy birthday would be to go to her awsome etsy-site and buy some of her cool jewlery! It’s www.learningtofly.etsy.com ! Go check it out!
02.10.09
Beginning of week
Yesterday I received my very first rejection-letter. I am positively thrilled! This means I am one step closer to actually getting published. I am still waiting to hear back from two other places. I doubt they’ll take my stuff, but I’m still hoping.
Last night I had my first psychology test. The word that comes to mind is disastrous. Terrible, absurd, pathetic. I’m not even going to start ranting about how absurd the test was. Let me just put it like this; only 5 question out of 70 were about anything we’d actually covered in class. We had 3 chapters, 200 pages of text, so naturally we thought that what we covered in class would be on the test. What a silly thought…. *Oh hear the sarcasm…* One of the questions was as follows; “What is the “baby house”?”. Oh, by the way, the answer to that one is “the uterus”. Oh, yeah, I did swell on the test. Not. At this point I will be overjoyed if I get a C.
Then today I had another test, in English. That one, I think I did well on. I was very prepared, and I stayed for really long time, making sure I had everything done. Hopefully it came out alright. I’ll find out on Thursday for sure. Test was comparatively easy, but with no multiple choice or fill-in-the-blanks, you never quite know.
Now tonight I had my second math test. As usual, I had no clue how I did, and kept second-guessing myself. I think I did okay, but every single question was worth 6 points, so even getting one wrong would put me under the 93% I need (To be exempt from the final exam you need to score an average of 93% or higher in total on all the tests.). Well, we’ll see Thursday.
Tomorrow is a pure study day, and I have a hell of a lot of work.
02.08.09
Gleefull
So, what? Of course I’ve been curious. It’s just natural. But it is one of those no-no subjects, you just don’t talk about. But I have been wondering, of course I have. Who wouldn’t?
Thankfully for me, D doesn’t know that it’s a no-no to talk about those kind of things. Ah, children. *smiles evily* I mean I knew that the woman hated me, she won’t let D talk to me on the phone, complains about what I do, and mostly pretends I don’t exist. This one could be one of the reasons why she hates me…. *grin gets bigger* Stay with me people.
D loves math. She loves it alot and is always trying out calculations and compares things. So this weekend, it was numbers relating to age *Cheshire cat-smile* “So you are turning 22 today, right?” “Yep.” “And since I will turn 11 this year, that will make you 11 years older than me?” That’s right.” “And Daddy is 13 years older than you.” “That’s correct“. She does some more calculations in her head, and then, finally, she exclaims triumphantly “So, that would make my mommy 26 years older than you!” Oh yeah. Thank you D.
So, I am smart, pretty, your daughter adores me, I can bake, I have more parenting skills than you seem to have, I am young enough to be your daughter and I didn’t have to trick hubby into marrying me by becoming pregnant. Ouch. Oh, and when I do become pregnant, you will loose 75% of the benefits. Luckily for you it won’t be for a couple of years.
Sorry everyone, just feeling vindictive today…… *Can you see my horns poking out from under my hair?*
02.07.09
Birthday
Today is my birthday. Yay! I turn 22. A couple of weeks ago when D asked me how old I was getting, and when I answered “22″, she replied “Oh, I’m sorry.” When questioned why she was apologizing, she told me that her mum had said that women don’t like to get older. Well, I’m not quite as old as her mother, so…..
I didn’t ask for much for my birthday, the one thing I’d kept bothering my husband about was that I wanted a nice cake. Not necessarily a big one, but a cake nonetheless. It is almost four pm, and do you think he got me the cake? Nope. And remember, I’ve been bugging him about this bloody cake since my last birthday, when he promised me one and didn’t buy one. I see a repeating pattern, and I don’t like it…. I really wanted a cake! He could have gotten me a Food Lion cake or anything! Stupid…..
Since I didn’t feel like having pasta for my birthday (the one dish my husband can cook….) I decided to try a new recipe, Chicken Cordon Bleu (to have with potato wedges, btw). I had already warned my poor hubby that when he and D came home from martial arts, I didn’t want to hear any whining and complaining about being hungry, nor would there be any pre-dinner snacks (which I hate furiously anyway…), they would simply have to wait. So they came home, and dinner was to be ready in 10 minutes. Hubby asked as soon as he stepped through the door “When is food ready?”….. sigh…… Can you imaging what happened next? I saw the bag of chips in D’s hand. “Well, she was hungry, and you had told me we couldn’t whine about it. What was I going to do? Let her be hungry? That’s cruel.”
Breathe C, breathe. Why didn’t I want them begging for snacks? Because I had slaved over dinner for a long time, ON MY BIRTHDAY, and wanted both of them to eat properly of the food I had made. DUH! I am still frustrated about it, because true to my predictions, D didn’t eat much, and I know she’ll show up in less than an our begging for snacks. Or, no, not begging, she will be pointing wordlessly into her mouth, giving me the puppy-eyes. *humpf*
I did get some wonderful presents though. Very pretty necklace from my husband, gorgeous bracelet from my mother, a pair of well-needed slippers, also from mother, and three sweaters. I got a wave and a “happy birthday” from D.
