As always when I write a lot at work I write less privately. So let’s keep it short and rejoice that spring and Easter are here and we celebrate it with friends, family, outdoor activities, wine and ridicolous amounts of candy. Happy Easter all!
Category: Me
Soul food
Laying next to someone, reading a book (or a Donald Duck magazine), sharing some thoughts, stroking someone’s head, telling how important that person is, reminding them that you will always be around – if only a phone call away. That is what life is about. That is all I need to feel complete.
Rage
Rage is an extrem word. Range is an extreme feeling. Range is close to what I feel towards people who do not show others respect. Grown-ups who are so careless of other people’s time, money and feelings they can not even be bothered to return e-mails or phone calls. Not even when they have asked…
Coming home
I went to a CSR meeting yesterday. CSR – Corporate Social Responsibility. It was like I found a word for what I, as a communicator always have been about. Transparency and balance. But what hasn’t been the focus of the corporate forces. For me it was like coming home.
The constant repetition
The words comes constantly. Every morning. Every night. And usually somewhere in-between. The words words are: “I love you”. For me it is important to tell and show my kids they are the most important in my life. That I will always will be there for them. That they can count on me.
Another feeling of happiness
Women my age (ok, I) have the bad habit of waking up around the same time also on weekends. With no interest to go back to sleep. But that is alright! Sometimes when the Mr is away the kids take his place in bed. So here I lay. Listening to breaths belonging to two blond…
The feeling of happiness
Do you know how your happiness feels like? I do. Today was one of those days when I knew I was at the right place doing the right thing. All bubbly inside. I hope for a prosperous future.
35 and counting
Friends is what the soul requires once in a while. I know I have said it before but it is worth saying again, thank the world for friends. Had, almost on the minute, 24 hrs with Mrs P, once known as Ms W and Mrs W, once known Ms J, both dating back from my…
Being a woman
Today March 8, International women’s day I want to clarify some things. Women are great. Period. Men are also great. Full stop. Do I think that men are superior women? – No. And neither do I think that women are superior men. There are differences between the sexes, that’s awesome. The sad part is that…
What is a blog
According to Wikipedia a blog is: “… a discussion or informational site published on the World Wide Web and consisting of discrete entries…” So, by that I can use my blog to inform readers about things happening in my life and/or opinions that I have due to things happening, or not, in my life. To have an…
Keep one in your pocket
l looked through (as I do from time to time) old blog posts and I found some pics from March 2010. And what do they tell you? To always, ALWAYS have an “almost four year old” close to you. When you do, you look at life in a brighter way.
Favorite reading
My favorite blog reading is of mothers (or fathers, but to be honest I haven’t found/looked after one of those) to be and right after they have become parents. Especially when they become first time moms. Why? To roll in their sleepless nights and hormone filled beings? No, to experience (and possibly to re-live) the…
There is a time for everything
Two summers ago the Mr and I stood by the ocean while our kids were swimming and playing in it and asked ourselves; “Is it time to move back?” 16 years ago we left the Mr’s home town to move to the other side of the country. Two years later we were looking for a house to turn into a…
Driving Dolph Lundgren
The other night I, as I usually do during week nights, drove offsprings to and from practise. Right there, I realized I wasn’t drivning Sam, I was drivning Dolph. Mr Dolph Lundgren was our pride And joy during the early 80’s. He was the one fighting Rocky Balbo as the tall blond, russian God – Drago. Returning home…
Half an hour
A walk for half an hour is what you need. I have no scientific proof behind this statement. But it felt good. A half an hour walk by the beach with a happy dog and you have the best possible base for a good day.
Nononono
I did NOT sign up for this. A body not doing it’s stuff without fighting back. Not NOT ok. Did you hear THAT?! BODY.
Win-win
It is Monday and I am happy. It is as simple as that. The resons for my happiness are multiple. I have received positive feedback (which you know that I am sucker for), gotten the possibility to write some more (pro bono of course) and getting to know new people. I also got a hug and…
Remember the dimensions
Positive feedback is great. It does wonder for the soul. Starting as a freelance/consultant was the best thing I have ever done when it comes to feedback. I personally claim that my work keeps the same quality as before, but I receive far more positive feedback then I can remember I have ever received before….
Love ’em words
The other day a friend asked me “When were you truly happy in doing your job?” As the positive (here she goes again the self-righteousness woman) individual I am, find happiness any- and everywhere. I see stuff from the bright side, that is just who I am. No, all jobs or parts of work are not…
The verdict
There is no way that I will tell you, whether the 50 shades film was any good or not. For the simple reason I can not tell you anything. However, I will tell you that I thought it was good, I didn’t get disappointed (I think that script writers who get the task of writing…
The Melody festival
In Sweden the national qualifying for the Eurovision is called “Melodifestivalen”, the Melody festival. As a young girl (as a vast number of girls then and now) I loved the Melodifestivalen. I get very nostalgic (as usual) when I hear old songs and I get surprised how much of the lyrics I know by heart even…
Walking and talking
Today I meet one of my highschool friends. We set out for a walk. A two hour walk. Up a ridge (and down). Gotta strech some more. A good walk with some good talk.
A day filled
After a day with a visit to the theatre for some ballet (watching) I am ending it with watching Westlife’s goodbye consert and am surprised that I know so many of their song’s lyrics…
Found it
Yes, I have found it. The only common denominator between my husband and my father and it makes me go: Is their inability to decide. It kills me. From within. My father, if he knew English and read my blog would of course disagree. I must give him a A+ for communicating in change. But really, I…
Current status
My current status is a combination of this: and this I think that most women can relate…
What did I just say?
Earlier today I was in contact with an old colleague. We had a short chat about life. I remember mentioning something about children are not the end of ones life, they merrily adds on a dimension to life. Dimensions that I, right now, gladly, would skip for the dimensions brought by a Martini from a sky…
He that seeketh findeth
As you all know I am not a christian in the traditional conservatory sense, but I have done my own interpretation of what it means to believe. Thoughts that for sure would send a witch-hunt after me during the 16th and 17th century. And by Golly if I haven’t, once again, found a passage in…
Less charming
I know I am a person who both know and share less positive sides of myself. I don’t claim to be perfect, I sure do not feel nor do I strive for perfection (as perfection is subjective and very boring). But sure, maybe I am less good to share all the times when I yell…
Nightmares
Nightmares are super hard for the fellow who gets them and for the mom who gets awaken and thereafter is fully awake at 3.00 a.m.
The perfect picture
Users of social media usually do their outmost to show a perfect picture of their lives. Most probably so do I. My life is perfect (or my life is much how I want it to be). I live it just like I want it. BUT I have a partner (who is not me) and children…
Queen of the slopes
After the first full day (six hours excl. lunch and one fika stop) of skiing there isn’t much to be said then: SKIING IS DA SHIT! When the entire family is rushing down a slope, we are on the top of the world and higher power loves us just a little more than the rest…
Nothing to complain about
Watched the re-run of public service’s new TV-show “Straight through the heart” a documentary about different children who have a need to be cared for at the cardiovascular department at Lund’s hospital. I cry at saved kittens so for me to emphasize with this kind of show is no surprise, but when the Mr bursts out “We…
Believe in the process
There is much strength in believing. Any practicing religious person (independent of religion) would agree with me. As habitant of the world’s most secularized country I am not of a believer of religions. But I do have faith in both myself and “the process”. The process is anything you (or someone else) started and all you…
A tornado in a trailer park
I know I am not all good. For sure I am quite demanding. I do not see well on mistakes, at least not the second time they appear. But I would also give myself cred. I see myself as a quite fun wife. Who after 22 (June 2015) years can both surprise her Mr into silence…
Fabulous exersice
OK, I admit, parts of me would like to qualify as Victoria’s Secret model, or at least as a 150% sister of one. Even if my logic me understands that it will never happen (as I got my mother’s DNA and not my father’s) there is something else about exercise that I have forgotten during my one…
And three hours later…
…the Mr and I have a perfectly tidy bedroom. This was our boys way of calling truce after our breakfast battle. I was of course super happy and I didn’t use the word “but”. We sat down in the made bed (made bed in our bedroom never happens, unless a real-estate agent is about to visit)…
Let’s blame it on the mom
It is only me and my husband who have fostered these terrible individuals. No they are not terrible. I love my fantastic children to death, but right now I am far beyond frustration. I believe we are quite normal parents. We give a lot. Love, experience and to some extent; things. To that we follow…
All I need is
A blooper show and my day is done. Laughing and crying at the same time – good start of 2015!
Thoughts
For many people it is action that is the missing factor. They know exactly what they should do, “if only”. One could describe them in a negative manner like people not having the balls to get their shit together and do something about their lives. I would probably describe them as “scared”. It is hard to…
Why
I am truly tired over people’s limitation to asking why. When someone act in a certain way we just become annoyed over the fact that they act. But nobody takes the time to ask why. Or just aking oneself “Have I overseen/misunderstood something here?”. No, we just grab our smartphones and puke over all social…
Going to the theatre
Friday was the boys last day of school. Something worth celebrating. Sometimes in a simple way and other times with a big bang. This year it was closer to a big bang, at least with our measures. We went to the… theatre. We enjoyed Charles Dickens’ A Christmas carol. Personally, I believe that when a…
Christmas tree
So, it was time again to decorate the annual Christmas tree. The two boys and myself did it. Found us a tree (no, not chopping one in the woods, more buying one at the lot outside our supermarket), got it home and decorated it proudly! This year we went for the white and silver combination….
Monday
Mondays can be anything from heaven to hell. My Monday was a slice of heaven. A fairly long drive for two hours of morning coffee and chats. But that’s what you do when oppertunity strikes. You only live once.
Obsession
Darn it. Can’t stop! Help
Cuteness alert
Call me superficial. Call me sexist. But hey, that is me. Here is Thomas Holm, danish musician who (apparently) has made at least one good song (if you, like me like easy going happy pop songs). If easy breezy pops songs ain’t your thing, but cute, beared men are – mute and watch (Scandinavian men do…
All my boys
I am one of them who strongly misbelieve the ones who, in their social media status, constantly tell how fantastic their partners and/or children are. We all know they might be and most likely are asses (or something similar) more often than they are perfect. Never the less I realize i am one of them….
Today’s learning
Today I once again got it thrown in my face. The knowledge to never wait and that action is everything. Whatever you feel or know. Do it. Because tomorrow it can be too late.
Longing
Saw these and remember and miss the summer.
London baby
We, of a certain age, know the expression “London Baby”. The Dock family just returned from a longer week-end in this fab city. Love the Brittish. Their correctness and politness. Just love it. Love it. And the architecture! Could just walk around the city watching it. I will not suger-coat it. There was some moaning,…
Sorry, I was wrong
Last week I said I knew what hell was like. I was sure it was like a playland. It won’t be. It will be like Hamleys. At least like the Hamleys on Regent Street on a Saturday afternoon. I am facinated. And torn. Because neither Hamleys or the Toy Kingdom at Harrods are anything like…
Louise Dock 