tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12492543012685670952024-03-19T05:34:39.447-07:001 and a half single in the City...Just random BS from a single mother of a 6 yr old kid. Nothing new or exciting. Enjoy!Susiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17558899145338026192noreply@blogger.comBlogger15125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1249254301268567095.post-83839296127526258482010-05-15T12:38:00.000-07:002010-05-15T12:38:48.336-07:00B-day party #2. Old lady turning 40!<div style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em; text-align: center;"></div><br />
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<strong><span style="color: #4c1130; font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">Well, since I´m officially OLD, I felt no guilt in not throwing a big bash...<span style="color: #4c1130;"> </span></span></strong><br />
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<strong><span style="color: #4c1130; font-family: Georgia;">All in all, THANK YOU FRIENDS! I had a great evening! </span></strong>Susiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17558899145338026192noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1249254301268567095.post-60323946572592365272010-05-15T12:09:00.000-07:002010-05-15T12:09:59.985-07:00B-day party #1. Baby turning 6!!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><br />
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<strong><span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">Ellen had her b-day party. </span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">It was carefully planned by her, from guestlist, to decorations and snacks, candy and drinks.</span></strong><br />
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<strong><span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Georgia;">When all the lil´ guests left she sunk down and said softly "Mommy, this was my best birthday party EVER".</span></strong>Susiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17558899145338026192noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1249254301268567095.post-57344310442854700292010-04-29T09:02:00.000-07:002010-04-29T09:02:57.356-07:00I´m six now, you know...<strong><span style="color: black; font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;">Yes, my "baby" is six. SIX!!!</span></strong><br />
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<strong><span style="font-family: Times;">Excuse me, but who gave her permission to grow up?? Where is my lil´ girl? </span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="font-family: Times;">She´s so big now, and she´s forming her personality and are turning into a school girl. </span></strong><br />
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<strong><span style="font-family: Times;">As much as I´m happy she´s such a great kid, I still get so sad about the fact that time is running away...</span></strong><br />
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<strong><span style="font-family: Times;">I see her with her friends when she doens´t know I´m watching and it´s clear she´s liked by her peers, and that she has lots of friends.</span></strong><br />
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<strong><span style="font-family: Times;">I both long for her teenage years, and -naturally- fear it. What the heck is life going to be like then?</span></strong><br />
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<strong><span style="font-family: Times;">But, for now, she´s my lil´ sweet pea. Excited about her upcoming b-day party. Thrilled about pretty dresses and SHOES (she has that from me), and she, still, likes her mama. </span></strong><br />
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</div><strong><span style="font-family: Times;">Aaaaahhh.. I love my kid! I really, really do!</span></strong>Susiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17558899145338026192noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1249254301268567095.post-40022073503839549412010-04-29T08:47:00.000-07:002010-04-29T08:49:55.509-07:00You get by with a little help from your friends... (and kids)<strong><span style="color: #990000; font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;">Is it a myth that kids don´t want to help clean the house? </span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #990000; font-family: Times;">I know I´ve told Ellen from time to time to go clean her room and she has sighed LOUDLY about having to do so. </span></strong><br />
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<strong><span style="color: #990000; font-family: Times;">Still, the room has been neat after a while. (yes, she needs to play with EVERY toy before putting it away, and yes, she needs to draw just one more picture and THEN she´ll get back to cleaning up. But, still)</span></strong><br />
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<strong><span style="color: #990000; font-family: Times;">Now, however, I hear her shouting from her room: "Mommy, you can´t come in here for a while."</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #990000; font-family: Times;">And while I lay still in the sofa, too lazy to switch channels and ending up looking at cartoons even though I don´t have to, she CLEANS HER ROOM!</span></strong><br />
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<strong><span style="color: #990000; font-family: Times;">"You can come in here now" She says, and looking around her room I´m baffled! It´s really, really neat!</span></strong><br />
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<strong><span style="color: #990000; font-family: Times;">I have the cutest lil´ helper around! And you know what the best part is? We have fun doing it!!</span></strong>Susiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17558899145338026192noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1249254301268567095.post-74505836144178524242010-04-15T11:02:00.000-07:002010-04-15T11:02:35.464-07:00Free ridin´...<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhusRZ-ywKl30WkO_LSJntLvV-mJuV_1aIUNbzonawFui0Phz_drb8XHKAU78YnM_E15W3Z9F-XrkUzI-T8q9w3ggekPkBQYK1lvXM4BfrKuyFOUTDJZjdlvBIB4Jf3iNsCyItAVtzHVh4/s1600/Cykel,+Polarklocka+001.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhusRZ-ywKl30WkO_LSJntLvV-mJuV_1aIUNbzonawFui0Phz_drb8XHKAU78YnM_E15W3Z9F-XrkUzI-T8q9w3ggekPkBQYK1lvXM4BfrKuyFOUTDJZjdlvBIB4Jf3iNsCyItAVtzHVh4/s320/Cykel,+Polarklocka+001.JPG" wt="true" /></a></div><span style="color: #660000; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Spring is FINALLY here! Me and kiddo dusted off my bike and are now enjoying the bikeride to and from pre-school.</span><br />
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<span style="color: #660000; font-family: Verdana;">It´s unbeliavable how much of a difference a little fresh air makes in the morning!</span><br />
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<span style="color: #660000; font-family: Verdana;">All in all this spring is so much more active than last year at this time...</span><br />
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<span style="color: #660000; font-family: Verdana;">We have a lot more stuff to do, and so much more fun doing it. </span><br />
<span style="color: #660000; font-family: Verdana;">Moving from the house has given the both of us more time to enjoy eachother, instead of having so many little things to tend to about the house. Freedom!!!</span><br />
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<span style="color: #660000; font-family: Verdana;">I also very much enjoy the fact that I now take the time to work out for real! </span><br />
<span style="color: #660000; font-family: Verdana;">My birthday present to my self was a new gadget... Not only does it make running more fun, it also looks damn good *lol*</span><br />
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<span style="color: #741b47; font-family: Georgia; font-size: large;">Sometimes I think about people who work at places where they don´t know the people closest to them. How strange!</span><br />
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<span style="color: #741b47; font-family: Georgia; font-size: large;">These crazy chics (and of course, the guys at my work too) are, truly, part of my extended family, and I appreciate them all!</span><br />
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<span style="color: #741b47; font-family: Georgia; font-size: large;">However, having just girls over is really something else *lol*</span><br />
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<span style="color: #741b47; font-family: Georgia; font-size: large;">"All you single ladies, all you single ladies!"</span>Susiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17558899145338026192noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1249254301268567095.post-4428829998638527802010-04-06T03:01:00.000-07:002010-04-06T03:01:21.537-07:00Old fashion fun things...<strong><span style="color: #0c343d; font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: large;">One of the great benefits of moving closer to the city is that we´ve ended up very close to Ellen´s friends.</span></strong><br />
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<strong><span style="color: #0c343d; font-family: Times; font-size: large;">She has her birthday party coming up and, clearly there are V.I.P invitations to hand out.</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #0c343d; font-family: Times; font-size: large;">Well, this morning she said: "mommy, why don´t we take my bike and pretend I´m the mailman and get the invitations out?"</span></strong><br />
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<strong><span style="color: #0c343d; font-family: Times; font-size: large;">With my tounge about to lick the first stamp, my first response was: "no, sweetie, we´ll just put it in the mail"</span></strong><br />
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<strong><span style="color: #0c343d; font-family: Times; font-size: large;">Then, I realized I had just turned down the perfect activity! </span></strong><br />
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<strong><span style="color: #4c1130; font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;">Well, we got invited to go visit one of my best buddies Susanne and her twin girls Moa & Melina in Jönköping (south of Sweden, get your maps out!)</span></strong><br />
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<strong><span style="color: #4c1130; font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;">It was a blast! Riding in the car with Ellen is always fun, and especially when it´s just her and me..</span></strong><br />
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<strong><span style="color: #4c1130; font-family: Times;">So, we packed up the car with all things neccesary; portable DVD, candy (it´s easter after all!) lunch sandwiches, water and stuffed animals, carefully chosen for the trip.</span></strong><br />
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<strong><span style="color: #4c1130; font-family: Times;">With the cd player loaded with ABBA, and Mama Mia musical we set off!</span></strong><br />
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<strong><span style="color: #4c1130; font-family: Times;">Met up with the girls and had lunch and coffee. We took the oportunity to watch eachother´s kiddos so we could go for a run, awesome. </span></strong><br />
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<strong><span style="color: #4c1130; font-family: Times;">Later Knut & Staffan (friends of Susanne) showed up to fix us dinner, imagine that! (well, it ended up with too much Champagne and take away *LOL*)</span></strong><br />
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<strong><span style="color: #741b47; font-family: Times;">We enjoy having close to the store and the fact that we´re not alone in the woods anymore... </span></strong><br />
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<strong><span style="color: #741b47; font-family: Times;">I can´t wait for spring when we can get the bike out and actually enjoy the surroundings. </span></strong><br />
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<strong><span style="color: #741b47; font-family: Times;">I love having neighbors around and I´m sure the are highly (or not) amused by the fact that I perform P90X every night in my livingroom. (that´s an excersise form, people)</span></strong><br />
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<strong><span style="color: #741b47; font-family: Times;">I also tend to forget to put clothes on, while walking from one room to another. A habit I picked up when I lived in the country, with no neighbors to look into my home... </span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #741b47; font-family: Times;">This can proof somewhat problematic IF I HAVE been spotted naked. It is, after all, a small town.</span></strong><br />
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<strong><span style="color: #741b47; font-family: Times;">I secretly enjoy listening to noise from my upstairs neighbor, even though I hardly ever hear anything. I imagine things they´re doing, and it´s not always "pure thoughts".</span></strong><br />
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<strong><span style="color: #741b47; font-family: Times;">It seems I´ve been "neighborley starved", and I can feel how comforting it is to be</span></strong><strong><span style="color: #741b47; font-family: Times;"> back in an apartment again. I was, after all, born and raised in one.</span></strong><br />
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<strong><span style="color: #741b47; font-family: Times;">I can see before me how I spend some lazy summer afternoons at my balcony, reading books and drinking coffee, waving to some bypasser below me... </span></strong><br />
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<strong><span style="color: #741b47; font-family: Times;">Also, packing a picnic basket and head to the playgorund with kiddo, and watching her playing with some other kids...</span></strong><br />
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<strong><span style="color: #741b47; font-family: Times;">So, all in all, we´re doing great...</span></strong>Susiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17558899145338026192noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1249254301268567095.post-81939978165537252132010-01-10T12:44:00.000-08:002010-01-11T07:58:54.785-08:00Ah, well...<strong><span style="color:#330000;">So... after taking advice from Über-blogger, K-Swiss (my nick name for my awesome "SIL" in USA) I decided to try and awake my blog.</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#330000;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#330000;">This past year has really ment a lot of change. A LOT!! Y´all know: divorce, the passing of my sweet friend Sara, and also my neighbor Sune.</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#330000;"> </span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#330000;">I had to put </span></strong><strong><span style="color:#330000;">my "firstborn", sweetest Lana, to sleep. </span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#330000;">Sold the house, moved... Aaaaaaaaaaaargh! </span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#330000;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#330000;">You name it, I´ve lived it!</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#330000;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#330000;">Still, sitting here tonight, I feel a sense of calmness, and a sense of strenght. I feel, for the first time in a loooooong time, happiness and joy.</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#330000;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#330000;">Not that there´s anything new to report from the land where Iceage (1 & 2) apparently was filmed on location, but I just feel that I can REALLY start over now!</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#330000;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#330000;">It might be the new year, or the fact that I´ll turn 40 (FORTY, ladies and gentlemen), but I don´t feel I have anything to hide or to be ashamed of.</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#330000;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#330000;">I have the best kid in the whole Universe (yeah, and all of you too, I know *lol*), a great apartment, fun and caring co-workers and a family that´s coming together, slowly, for the first time since I can remember...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#330000;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#330000;">I truly am blessed!!</span></strong>Susiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17558899145338026192noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1249254301268567095.post-21333861908939774982009-08-23T12:20:00.000-07:002010-01-11T07:58:54.802-08:00Sweet child of mine...<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiMP52larB1cFq7N-lcJ2p8mFPqcyr2rgDCEsBRRPlKdBbvUoWltmZAhzOidraQsnfAxaQKNCj4DnKyCN3QFBNKUml-t2flt8_XVile6kJHZC7PKJSONdavu-FzGm6zRVrtKNaozt2f3Sqx/s1600-h/Lana+sommar+2009+006.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373245422741511170" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiMP52larB1cFq7N-lcJ2p8mFPqcyr2rgDCEsBRRPlKdBbvUoWltmZAhzOidraQsnfAxaQKNCj4DnKyCN3QFBNKUml-t2flt8_XVile6kJHZC7PKJSONdavu-FzGm6zRVrtKNaozt2f3Sqx/s320/Lana+sommar+2009+006.JPG" /></a><br /><div>My sweet daughter... </div><br /><div>Still to this day and forever on, I marvel at the variaty that is you. </div><br /><div>The way you giggle and tell me I´m silly when I make faces to amuse you. </div><br /><div>The way your eyebrows rise when you get surprised or excited.</div><div> </div><div>The way you so very wisely tell me "mommy. Let´s go look at the toys. I´ll tell you which ones I want for christmas" (or, birthday or just because). Never nagging for me to buy you stuff.</div><br /><p>The way you smile at me and wave when I drop you off at preschool, and you whisper as I leave the coat-room "mommy, tip-toe like a shrimp and wave to me". Naturally I do, because I know how funny you think that is. I don´t know <em>how</em> or even <em>if </em>shrimps actually <em>do</em> tip-toe, but I do it anyway and smile when I see your face through the window, telling your friends "my mommy is silly" and smile that perfect, beautiful smile.</p><p>The way you tell me "I don´t want to clean my room, I´m too little, it´s very exhausting"</p><p>The way you ask me, "mommy, can I have hot chocolate for breakfast" and put your tiny hands in prayer.</p><p>The way you come in, carrying the cat. Excitingly saying "look, I know how to carry Simba. I´m a big girl now"</p><p>The way you cry "I don´t want to go to the store, it not fun for children"</p><p>Your sweet, perfect face. Your innocent eyes. Your un-marked body. Your fingernails with traces of nailpolish on them. Your hair with highlights from the summer sun.</p><p>I love you, my daughter, and the way we create memories. Today, when we played Kim Possible in the grocery store, hiding behind shelfes. Our picnic behind the house, in the forrest. Our forrest that we´re now leaving for another place and new memories.</p><p>Most of all I love you because you are you and the sweet way you say</p><p>"mommy, I love you"</p>Susiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17558899145338026192noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1249254301268567095.post-77665381254629747922009-08-20T23:20:00.000-07:002010-01-11T07:58:54.817-08:00I´m just not interesting!So, I had a broker here last night.<br />It was a man, age perhaps 45-48 yrs, and really not attractive. Still, he stayed for 2 hrs and shared too much private information.<br />To me that just gets unprofessional!<br />So, after he finally left (oh, and I should add he brought his 3yr old daughter!)<br />me and kiddo had dinner, at 8.15 pm... I realized that the only persons that find me interesting is middle aged men!<br />It´s just so sad... And the worst part is, it doesn´t take a lot to make them interested either. I wore no makeup, had sloppy clothes on and my hair, well nothing was happening in the hair department.<br />It´s the opposite of a confident booster, if you know what I mean?<br />Ah, well... I do have dinner plans with my BFF tonight.<br />Maybe there will be some cute 50 yr olds to flirt with?Susiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17558899145338026192noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1249254301268567095.post-51499367966178171122009-08-19T13:29:00.000-07:002010-04-06T02:47:17.642-07:00Dear Diary...<strong><em><span style="color: #330000;">Today could´ve been one of those days when you actually get things done. </span></em></strong><br />
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<strong><em><span style="color: #330000;">You know, you´re highly organized at work, you file all those papers you´ve planned to file for months, you clean up your desk and change that picture of your kid from when he/she was an infant to a more recent pic ... (in my case, change the weddingpic from my SECOND marriage, to one of me, in a bikini, sipping a drink at a beach, getting a foot massage by a gorgeous man) </span></em></strong><br />
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<strong><em><span style="color: #330000;">All in all things that makes you feel like you´ve actually accomplished something. </span></em></strong><br />
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<strong><em><span style="color: #330000;">But, no... I did no such thing. Nothing of the things mentioned above. This might, perhaps, have to do with the fact that I do not work at a desk. I have no papers to file (except from all the shit I have at home, but that´s a whole other story), no pic of my kid, nothing! I work in a store selling sporting goods.</span></em></strong><br />
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<strong><em><span style="color: #330000;">I did get a whole lot of things organized in the storage room though... And for some reason finally hung all the clothes in order of size, from XS to XXL...</span></em></strong><br />
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<strong><em><span style="color: #330000;">I´m a genious! </span></em></strong>Susiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17558899145338026192noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1249254301268567095.post-66683246197964300762009-08-18T13:15:00.000-07:002010-01-11T07:58:54.832-08:00So...<span style="color:#330000;">Why do I feel the need to write?</span><br /><span style="color:#330000;">And, why do I feel the need to share all my BS with some poor people who, for some strange reason, actually <em>read </em>what I write?</span><br /><span style="color:#330000;">I don´t know... It´s just like a diary, only doing it "public" makes me having to really DO it. Get it? It´s like homework... I never EVER did ANY homework until I really needed to, like the day before an <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">assignment</span> was supposed to be handed in, or, I only studied the day before the test and so on and so forth. </span><br /><span style="color:#330000;">Hence it was all in fresh memory in my <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error">lil</span>´ pea-sized brain! It´s because I´m so easily distracted I figure... If I read up on stuff, too long in advance, I´ll just simply forget it all. </span><br /><span style="color:#330000;">So, by going <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error">out</span> in cyberspace I´m kind of forced to come up with some shit to write, or I´ll have to close it down, in shame and forever be banned from The Blog Community... </span><br /><span style="color:#330000;">(if you´<span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error">ve</span> come this far in reading, you really deserve a glass of wine and a massage from whomever you feel like getting a massage from. Tell him/her I told you so, and it´s because you got a migraine from reading all <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">this</span> crap...)</span>Susiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17558899145338026192noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1249254301268567095.post-31389335726955703452009-08-18T09:49:00.000-07:002010-01-11T07:58:54.840-08:00Anyways...<span style="color:#660000;">Nothing is new in my life, other than it´s up-side-down... I wonder when the hell it´s going to go back to smooth sailing? </span><br /><span style="color:#660000;">Selling the house, <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error">WTF</span>? That´s just a <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error">huuuuuge</span> thing for me. </span><br /><span style="color:#660000;">I know I need to do it, but looking at ads for apartments just makes me depressed... I just hope and pray me and kiddo will find a decent place to live in and that the neighbors are nice. <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">Preferable</span> a nice, good looking man in my age, with no kids or teenage kids, like teenage-I´m-about-to-move-out-soon, teenage, ya know??</span>Susiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17558899145338026192noreply@blogger.com0