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Time to reveal my cliff-hanging post of this morning. I have been running. And yes, that is crazy. Let me explain why: It was 10 km (or somewhere in that neighborhood). One month ago, 10 k’s was something i ran once a year. Tops. At a race. 10 k’s was nothing I run as “practice”….

The small things

The other day I wrote about the smell of Lilies of the Valley and how happy it make me. I just looked through my calendar and found an appointment that makes me just as happy, a fika date with a friend. Friday + fika + friend = happiness. Oh, the simple things.

Friends on my desktop

I have a tendency to save “stuff” on my desktop. Usually it is pics that I have taken and is awaiting to be uploaded to my blog with a catchy story to it. The one story I create today is the one of friends. As you saw in the last post I was visiting childhood…

Said it before, say it again

Today was a bank holiday and finally the mr and I was both off work. So I decided to spend it with childhood friends instead ;). My family is always my priority, but my friends are never short after. We might not meet too often. But when we do it is always the dearest. They…

Snakes, other reptiles and animals as such

After a slow and late breakfast (or actually two) with the dearest of friends. We ignored the fact that the sun was here (it is still too bl**dy cold anyway) and they boys and I went to Tropikariet in Helsingborg. Sam loves his (and all other) animals and little bro got really excited as well….

And yes, it is that time of the month

Let’s not beat around the bush, I have PMS. And when so, I change personality like Dr Jekyll and Mr Hyde. OK, change is maybe and overstatement. I have a temper like few others (it is part of my personality and with me all of the days of the year, the fact that I am…

You complete me

Jerry Maguire might have been first, but my gals say it better and foremost do it better. Their (and their families’ wedding gift) to me (sorry us) was a print of Manhattan. I mean, what could be better? Both taste and idea, that’s my girls.I get all warm inside, truly honored that they are my…

Hurt

Oh, how it  hurts bad when you see your loved ones being hurt. I will never get used to this. I am aware that it is my hurt and not my loved one’s and that I need to put it into perspective and not to make it bigger than it really is. But it still…