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| The countdown continues |
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I know I'm stating the bleeding obvious, but going overseas costs money.
I got my international drivers licence today. I purchased a pair of summerish shoes for each of the girls which they desperately needed (cute bright red Birkis that were on sale for the Elf and pretty lacy pink Sketchers for the Pea). I stocked up on hair products and makeup for me (why do these things always run out at the same time?). I purchased an electrical outlet adapter for the iPod dock. And even though I tried on some very cute loose cotton shirt-dresses I didn't purchase anything except the essentials. I have enough clothes to ensure I won't turn up naked and maybe, just maybe, I can buy myself something a little interesting over there.
And I'm thinking that is about it. I can't think of anything else I need to get before we leave.
Thirteen sleeps. |
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| T-Shirt Ideas |
[Jul. 7th, 2008|11:03 am] |
Hello,
I want to create a T-Shirt which says something cool or funny in Swedish. Unfortunately I can't think of any smart word choices or something. The best idea I had so far was "jättekul", but something with more than one word and more creative would be nicer.
Does anyone have any good ideas? |
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| At home with Per and Gale |
[Jul. 7th, 2008|10:25 am] |
Per (outside on the balcony, repotting a plant): What were those things called from Naked Lunch? There's one out here.
Gale: What, mugwumps?
Per: No, the other things.
Gale: Centipedes.
Per: That's it.
Later, in bed:
Gale: There's something in your ear.
Per (turning ear to the pillow): No! You can't prove it.
Gale: Really, there was. Do you want me to get it out?
Per (ear remaining resolutely turned to the pillow): No.
Gale (having a hard time keeping a straight face): Don't you trust me? Let me see.
Per (turning ear away from pillow): Okay, what is it?
Gale: My TONGUE! (sticks tongue in ear) |
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[Jul. 7th, 2008|12:10 am] |
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[Jul. 7th, 2008|01:11 am] |
We spent about 12 hours at the hospital today. Got there at 11:00 am and they shut off the vent at about 1:45 pm, read the last rights and stuff, and I think it's the hardest thing I've ever had to live through.
After that, though... we sort of just lived there for a while. Kids and friends and spouses - at some point I think there was about 20 people - and in some weird way it made it a bit easier. Time to get used to the idea, or something. Plus, it's pretty much a bunch of witty smartasses hanging out in a room together, so there were actually a lot of snarky laughs going on.
Around 9:00 pm, Katie went and picked up Evels and Rah-Baby and brought them to the doorway of the room (They aren't allowed inside, really, for whatever reason.). The Fella and I were pretty much the only people in the room that they see on a regular basis, so they just kept staring at us, and Evels kept saying "Dance" and Bub" and waving at us with this really sad, confused, mad look on her face. Although it might've been because it was 9:15 and her bedtime's 7:30.
He's still "alive." He's sleeping. It's the most peaceful I've seen him in maybe a year. We left because Matt theorectically has to work in the morning, but I told him he should take the day off. Bereavement and all that.
We kept having weird conversations with people. What casket had been picked out, what songs to sing at the funeral, who won Wimbleton, what the hell is Curling, all about "Bubba Hotep," that girl that fell on her face during Olympic trials...
At some point my SIL wigged out while we were alone in the Family Retreat Room. She just kept manically obsessing over "I don't know what to do, I like knowing what to do. Maybe we should, but no, I don't. I don't like not knowing what's expectend - should we - but I don't think - I don't know."
I've never seen her like that.
Then again, I've never seen my BIL and The Fella laugh so hard as they did when some obscure, thrown off turn of phrase came up. They laughed for like 20 minutes straight. Really hard. There were tissues involved. |
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| Succé för ljudböcker |
[Jul. 7th, 2008|05:23 am] |
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http://www.dn.se/DNet/jsp/polopoly.jsp?d=145&a=802066&rss=1399 Över 120.000 nedladdningar. Premiär idag för Helena von Zweigbergks roman "Ur vulkanens mun". Tidigare har det gått att ladda ned Jens Lapidus bok "Aldrig fucka upp", vilket blev succé. Ladda ned nya boken nu. |
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[Jul. 6th, 2008|07:32 pm] |
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| Heirlooms |
[Jul. 6th, 2008|06:52 pm] |
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| Rock and Roll Hall of Fame |
[Jul. 6th, 2008|07:12 pm] |
cross posted to over_forty and fifty_something
My 18 year old son and I just got back from the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame. We share musical tastes and interests so we got into a conversation about who isn't in the RRHF and who should be and has been overlooked.
( our partial list and a photo ) |
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| Polisen slår till mot människosmugglare |
[Jul. 6th, 2008|11:59 pm] |
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http://www.dn.se/DNet/jsp/polopoly.jsp?d=147&a=802005&rss=1399 "Operation Bagdad". Rikskriminalpolisen har listat 100 personer som är inblandade i människosmuggling av irakier till Sverige. Efter semestrarna räknar Rikskrim med att börja ta itu med de misstänkta smugglarna. |
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| WATER BABIES |
[Jul. 6th, 2008|09:08 pm] |
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3-day weekend: hot summer days and cool summer evenings, blazing sunshine and electric blue skies with fat, white puffclouds. A green grasshopper clinging to the side of the house. Wilting roses, sun-struck geraniums, though no one here calls them geraniums any longer. Giant slices of watermelon, potato salad, rice krispie treats with red, white & blue sprinkles, steak on the grill. Hours in the pool, towel-wrapped kids with blue lips and red shoulders. Clover in the grass, butterflies on the wing.
Photos by Anders Ek
Super Summer Belated Birthday Wishes to ![[info]](http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif) idahoswede! |
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[Jul. 6th, 2008|01:20 pm] |
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[Jul. 7th, 2008|12:15 am] |
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| Today's Maureen Dowd column from NYT |
[Jul. 6th, 2008|09:37 am] |
An Ideal Husband
Excerpt: Father Pat Connor, a 79-year-old Catholic priest born in Australia and based in Bordentown, N.J., has spent his celibate life — including nine years as a missionary in India — mulling connubial bliss. His decades of marriage counseling led him to distill some “mostly common sense” advice about how to dodge mates who would maul your happiness.
“Hollywood says you can be deeply in love with someone and then your marriage will work,” the twinkly eyed, white-haired priest says. “But you can be deeply in love with someone to whom you cannot be successfully married.” |
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