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…

Music to my ears

Laila, a friend, former neighbor and if it was up to one of my sons, his coming mother-in-law. Laila is also a singer, songwriter and dancer. There is especially one thing that I admire about Laila and that is how she has pursued her career as a performer. She doesn’t do it just because the unbelievable…

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…

Step 1a

To make that marathon at all one needs to train. So therefore I have started. I will use the three run/week approach. One long, one short and one fast. Yesterday started with the short, I will continue with the long (long is now around 10 ks). It’s going to be an exciting journey this… However,…

All I need is

A blooper show and my day is done. Laughing and crying at the same time – good start of 2015!

Step 1

I was thinking that my first step would be to make an inventory and to summaries what is worth keeping. But no. First step was to tell you that I have registered to another half marathon this (next) summer. 21098 meters here we go. Time to beat 2:34 – no worries!

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…

Get a life

Really I need to. I need a goal or something to set my mind to before I loose the same. Is it training, a course, a new career or should I go into politics? I just do not know but I must do something. At the moment I am just getting annoyed with all the…

The ketchup effect

Nothing, nothing, nothing – everything. That is my blogging style at the moment. As the Mr is working two nightshifts in a row we try to leave the house while he is sleeping. The best place to go is the beach. No matter what season. It is the best playground for two boys. One can…

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.

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….

Reflection

Today has been a day for reflection. For good and for bad. I thank my life for being able to skip work this morning and just be. Be with my boys. Out in the open by my beloved ocean. Laughing, goofing and just being. Getting back on track. Realizing that we are who we are,…

A day

Some days are best spent with the ones you love. With a dog. On a beach.

I am Arne Hegerfors

Arne Hegerfors is a TV-host, sports and entertainment mainly, who has been around since I was a little girl. Realizing when watching the after talk to the MFF – Juventus Champions league game and listening and seeing Ola Wenström, the current TV-host, that he (and my generation) is now the same age as Arne Hegerfors,…

Another thing

Today I have realized yet another thing. Far more superficial than yesterday’s reflection. Life is too short to not use a good shampoo. What a difference a really good shampoo makes for your hair. ‘Nough said

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.

Spoiled

I have realized that if there is one thing I dislike more than spoiled children, and that is spoiled grown-ups. Even if I live in a country where I don’t need to fight for survival (thank God) there is something very untasteful with average intelligent people who can’t/won’t think for themselves. Or even worse, who…

Longing

Saw these and remember and miss the summer.

Epiphany

I am like most people. I think. I will continue to look and feel like 25 independent of how old I’m going to get. I think. Yesterday, when watching “The fault in our stars” it suddenly hit me. I am of that age, that even if I feel like 25 I didn’t identify with the…

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…

Two things

Today I have found out two things: 1. What hell will be like 2. Why God invented the Smartphone The answer is the same for the two and called: playlands (and I for one is sure that hell will be filled with three and four year old little girls and all they will do is…

46 years

Reading article after article, one Instagram and Facebook post after another. Thinking about how little 46 years are when it comes to man years on earth. Reading and crying. It doesn’t matter if you are an ex soccer pro or not. 46 is just a too young age to die at.

Proud

If you generalize, Swede’s are very poor at being proud over them selves. We are usually not the ones who will climb up a mountain and scream out our joy for being ourselves, just because we are soooo good. Or, maybe that is exactly where we would do it, as nobody would hear us on the…

Stood up

It was a long time ago (if you don’t count what just happened two minutes ago) I was stood up by a man. I wonder if it ever has happened. Fabian joined me in my (it is only mine tonight when the Mr is working the nightshift, otherwise it is our) bedroom. He came in…

Morning walk

Grey, windy, rainy Sunday. What you need is a walk by the ocean with a dog and your family.

Surprise

Yesterday I turned 40! It is not a lot but it is respectful. The Mr had been working the nightshift but my boys, my darling boys, celebrated me with a song and a giftcard. I spent the day at a client, a client where I also had friends. From two I got a giftbasket with…

Just according to plan

Tomorrow, dear friends is my 40th birthday and today our youngest showed his first ever interest in the female gender. Just according to plan. “Like sands through the hourglass, so are the days of our lives.”

Family

Really, no more words are needed (and if someone wonders, the elderly peeps are my parents).  

Sons

Really, there are no words needed.

Throw back Thursday

Since I am a nostalgic of rank I love to look through my photo albums with real pics. Found these ones of Sam. Gee what a darling he was (is, yes, it was him I met in Angryville the other day, but who does it help to be resentful?). A big pile of sunshine right…

Flexibility

The thing I love them most being self-employed (in contrast to the times when jobs and income are low)is the flexibility. To do different things, to be at different places and meet different people. The possibility to sit 10 minutes longer with an extra cup of coffee. To walk the dog a little longer and…

It all ended well

Many people misunderstand my strive for happiness as me needing to be happy all the time – H.E.L.L N.O. I am probably the best (meaning highest) combo of all feelings. Sad, angry, happy, etc. etc. Today we (OK I) took a turn to the angry zone. Me and Sam had the worst quarrel since… I…

If life ended now…

… It would have been a perfect life. Today we decided to celebrate our boys. Just because. Because they are the ones they are. Many mornings we leave the house (and them) just right after they wake up. And not once they have been late to school (knock on wood). They make breakfast, they leave and…

Get a life

Yes, that is what it feels like I need to do. You know those things you do when you don’t work. I do not have more to do. The kids are at practice as well as the Mr. So what should I do then? Any suggestions (except exercise)? My best suggestion was… clean up and take…

School pics

They are here! The annual school pics. Unnecessary for someone like me who claims to take better pics herself, but still fun to have. To see how they grow. My darlings.

Stockholm and Peter Jöback

For some time now, my sister and I never give each other any birthday presents or Christmas gifts. Instead we do something together once a year. Usually a concert. Or a musical. Or a play. Personally I prefer anything with Peter Jöback. This year our budget let us go to Stockholm where we went madly shopping…

Changing my mind

Some blog posts back I said that yoga was da shit. Now, I have now changed my mind. Dance is DA shit. I love to dance. I never got the chance as a child as my mum really is a combination of the Wicked witch of the West, Snowwhite’s AND Cinderella’s step mothers (no she…

A little wish

While I was dying of my minor ebola case last Friday night. I heard both the Mr and our oldest feeling for me. I woke up every 30 minutes to rejoin the bathroom. And all Saturday I tried to catch up the lost sleep of the night before and getting my body back to status…