An Aspirin a day keeps the headache away.
That could be the motto of my life at the moment, if I wasn't in fact taking Alvedon or Ipren instead of Aspirin and definitely popping more than one pill a day either way .
I am stuck in a migraine-inducing nightmare, a combination of warm weather and a teething baby that makes taking painkillers a daily routine. The headaches I get are so intense that the slightest movements cause pain.
I have always made it a point to avoid taking headache pills, so I am not used to being all drugged up and will use this as an excuse for just about anything.
I pull weird faces and drool uncontrollably? It's because I'm drugged up.
I eat too much chocolate and neglect my chores? It's because I'm drugged up.
I let my crying baby lie in his crib while I go away and write this post? It's because I'm drugged up.
July 31, 2008
July 30, 2008
Catchy tune
I have been listening to Gnarls Barkley's "Going on" nonstop ever since I downloaded it. It's just so damn catchy.
Anyone that needs what they want
And doesn't want what they need
I want nothing to do with
And to do what I want
And to do what I please
Is first of my to-do list
I hear you, Gnarls Barkley, I hear you.
Anyone that needs what they want
And doesn't want what they need
I want nothing to do with
And to do what I want
And to do what I please
Is first of my to-do list
I hear you, Gnarls Barkley, I hear you.
July 29, 2008
Married life 2
Me and my husband were talking about the distribution of power in our relationship.
He: "...and I know my place..."
I: "Under my toffel?"
He (resigned): "Yes."
He: "...and I know my place..."
I: "Under my toffel?"
He (resigned): "Yes."
Child endangerment
My husband was home on Monday, so we took the chance to run some errands together. He put Pontus in the car and we got on our way.
We had barely made it to the main road when my husband suddenly stepped on the brakes, turned off the engine and jumped out of the car. And in that same second I realized where the very refreshing draft I had been feeling had come from: we had driven off with the car door on Pontus' side being wide open. WIDE open.
I know that my husband has the memory span of a goldfish (he has proven that more than once), but this has to be his masterpiece.
We had barely made it to the main road when my husband suddenly stepped on the brakes, turned off the engine and jumped out of the car. And in that same second I realized where the very refreshing draft I had been feeling had come from: we had driven off with the car door on Pontus' side being wide open. WIDE open.
I know that my husband has the memory span of a goldfish (he has proven that more than once), but this has to be his masterpiece.
July 25, 2008
Second face
I am good at many things or at least that's what I choose to believe. There is one thing however I am totally, utterly incapable of: putting on make-up. It's not really my fault though - if you have ever seen my mother's make-up (unchanged since the early 80ies) you will understand that it is in fact hereditary.
For the longest time I did not really care about make-up to start with. When you weigh as much as I did some colour in the face won't do much to improve your appearance. And I certainly did not want to look like Mimi Bobeck from The Drew Carey Show:
But now that I am leaner and meaner than ever I embrace the idea of beautifying myself in every way possible.
Being a 30 year old make-up virgin is not easy though. My attempts at "learning by doing" usually include me poking a little brush into my eye, curling my eyelashes so much that I resemble Liza Minelli during her Cabaret days from the lower eyelid up and creating an interesting stripe pattern on my face with foundation.
Enough with the self-mutilation and swamp monster looks - it is time to get professional help! But where?
I know that Kicks and Make Up Store both offer courses, but I detest the idea of basically sitting in their store window and having people look at me. Then there's Axelssons Spa, but they only use their special mineral-based make-up. On the plus side I could combine a make-up consultation there with a nice, relaxing massage.
Any other suggestions?
For the longest time I did not really care about make-up to start with. When you weigh as much as I did some colour in the face won't do much to improve your appearance. And I certainly did not want to look like Mimi Bobeck from The Drew Carey Show:
But now that I am leaner and meaner than ever I embrace the idea of beautifying myself in every way possible.
Being a 30 year old make-up virgin is not easy though. My attempts at "learning by doing" usually include me poking a little brush into my eye, curling my eyelashes so much that I resemble Liza Minelli during her Cabaret days from the lower eyelid up and creating an interesting stripe pattern on my face with foundation.
Enough with the self-mutilation and swamp monster looks - it is time to get professional help! But where?
I know that Kicks and Make Up Store both offer courses, but I detest the idea of basically sitting in their store window and having people look at me. Then there's Axelssons Spa, but they only use their special mineral-based make-up. On the plus side I could combine a make-up consultation there with a nice, relaxing massage.
Any other suggestions?
Name matters
Yesterday I read an article in Der Spiegel about a 9 year old girl in New Zealand that sued her parents because she wanted to change her name. They had, in all seriousness, named the poor child Talula does the Hula From Hawaii. Can you imagine having that as a first name? Neither could she apprently. The court not only ruled in her favour - the parents also lost custody of the girl.
When it comes to whacky names New Zealand gives America a run for its money. All of the following names were allowed as first names: Benson and Hedges (for twins), Midnight Chardonnay, Number 16 Bus Shelter and Violence. But even the New Zealand authorities put their foot down every once in a while and rejected the following names: Stallion, Yeah Detroit, Fish and Chips (for twins), Twisty Poi, Keenan Got Lucy, Fat Boy, Cinderella Beauty Blossom and Sex Fruit.
How do people even come up with something like that??
When it comes to whacky names New Zealand gives America a run for its money. All of the following names were allowed as first names: Benson and Hedges (for twins), Midnight Chardonnay, Number 16 Bus Shelter and Violence. But even the New Zealand authorities put their foot down every once in a while and rejected the following names: Stallion, Yeah Detroit, Fish and Chips (for twins), Twisty Poi, Keenan Got Lucy, Fat Boy, Cinderella Beauty Blossom and Sex Fruit.
How do people even come up with something like that??
July 23, 2008
Blogthings
I like to learn new things about me through the little tests on blogthings.com.
Today, for example, I learned which names my breasts have from the Boobie Name Generator:
It is safe to say that this will both delighten my friend Veronica and make communication with my breasts so much easier. No more "Hey you there on the left..." from now on!
Today, for example, I learned which names my breasts have from the Boobie Name Generator:
| Your Boobies' Names Are... |
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It is safe to say that this will both delighten my friend Veronica and make communication with my breasts so much easier. No more "Hey you there on the left..." from now on!
July 22, 2008
Polka dot overkill
After now having changed the whole design to pink I can't help but wonder if I maybe overdid it. There's just so much colour that makes the circles pop out - it looks like a polka dot convention. Maybe there is such a thing as too much pink after all.
July 21, 2008
Success!
See the pink dots up there? I couldn't let Inkscape win, so I tried out a new approach on the smaller image. And: success! Now that I know how (and that) it works I can fix the rest as well. Maybe not today though.
Damn you, Inkscape!
I just spent those precious hours after Pontus has fallen asleep and before I go to bed to learn how to use Inkscape. Inkscape is a vector graphics editor with which I hope to one day create some fancy images for my blog - if I ever understand what all those buttons and menus are for. Right now, it doesn't look like that will ever happen.
For an easy start I took my existing blog design and altered the colours, from greens to different shade of, you guessed it, pink. I clicked and I dragged and I dropped and I copied and I selected. And in the end I saved.
It was not until I tried to open the files that I found out that while Inkscape lets you save your images in GIF format, it does not create usable files. Whatever I do, and I have tried everything, the files are corrupted. I get either an error message or a blank sheet and there is nothing I can do to fix it.
Time lost, lesson learned...
For an easy start I took my existing blog design and altered the colours, from greens to different shade of, you guessed it, pink. I clicked and I dragged and I dropped and I copied and I selected. And in the end I saved.
It was not until I tried to open the files that I found out that while Inkscape lets you save your images in GIF format, it does not create usable files. Whatever I do, and I have tried everything, the files are corrupted. I get either an error message or a blank sheet and there is nothing I can do to fix it.
Time lost, lesson learned...
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