So, I finally gave in yesterday after lunch I decided to go home and rest. The blizzard just kept going and sadly the trains home, did not. Just my luck. I got home after a never ending journey of waiting, freezing, did I mention it is 10 F (-12 celcius) outside and a storm so I felt like finding a dead animal I could gut and crawl inside to find heat. #starwars #dicaprio
I did not find any animal so I had to freeze until I got home. Gotta love public transportion in Sweden…
So I got home and after digging my way thru the glaciar that was once my driveway and I realized that no car could park here. The town is’nt big enoug for both of us. One had to go and it was not me. So with a fever in my body I would have attacked this dispickable natural disaster called Snow with some sucsess, if not my darling children had played with the shovel somewhere outside before they left home for a week. The shovel was gone after all so I took a spade and started working. I felt like I was digging myself out of Alcatraz with a plastic disposable spoon… needless to say I gave up and went in to slip in to something More comfortable.
Don’t how it always is that as soon as I get sick, I age 45 years and I end up looking like I just got lost from a nursing home. My face melts in to a sad mess, my hair is a disaster and my clothes are just so sad. But comfort is key while in bed right?
I can not be the only one?
I woke up at 5am today feeling pretty pumped about getting to work early and get things done. Got there after taking a wrong turn (having a blonde moment maybe or just goldfish brains?) and ending up walking 10 minutes extra in the blizzard that hit Stockholm last night. It was freaken freezing and after a couple of hours I started to feel a little feverish and after 7 hours I decided to call it a day and go home.
I promised myself to go home and rest and you who know me know I do not do well doing nothing so I decided to only, ONLY go find the box with my jeans in them. I still have not found the box and I am stuck with the jeans I have.
However, I did end up finding all my summerdresses so I am set for June (yay….) and my favourite pair of ugly, but oh so comfortable pink leopard sweatpants that are now about 8 sizes to big but I will never let them go. I love them more then Rose loves Jack, so not letting go.
What are your wardrobe ugly favorite? I know I can not be the only one…
That said I am off to bed with NyQuill and hopefully I will feel better tomorrow.
In out new house we found this old bench from a school. I just knew I had to keep it and I decided it got to be toystorage for my little boys. I love the way it looks all old and used. It gives the room a retro feel.
Not only is it cute it is reused. Love recykled items. Not sure if I should give it a bit of a makeover or leave it as it is.
What do you think?
After two long days of moving we finally get to sit down and rest a little. We lit a fire and just enjoy a little down time in the mess that is out new home and I have decided that I will never, ever move again. I say like Bruce Willis – I am to old for this 💩.
Weeks of organizing and months of repainting and work lies a head but for now, I am glad if I make it thru the coming week alive.
Now I am going to grill marshmellows with the kids and Then put us all to bed.
According to Facebook’s very scientific and always accurate tests, I am going to have 6 kids. Are those children biological only or does all children you have lived with count? If they do then Facebook is right and I have fulfilled Facebook’s commands when it comes to having children. Otherwise… ???
Ok, so during the packing I had a little nail accident. One broke off and maked me look like I have great use for my middle finger (wich I do just like all of my fingers, just not for the purpose you are thinking of you cheeky beggar). And since I am going to be working in an office typing a lot I needed them shorter anyway so I got them fixed.
I am wearing one of my absolute favorite lipcolors Christian Dior Addict Lipstick, No. 536 Lucky, 0.12 Fluid Ounce.
Having some one do my nails is one thing I treat myself to since it makes me look and feel more put together even if I some days don’t have time for a full face of makeup and my hair done. It sort of prevents me from looking like a tired mom of four kids in leopard printed sweatpants and a messy ponytail that has given up on life… Like, at least my nails are done.
I have long ago given up on trying to do them myself. I end up angry, frustrated and looking like some one dragged me across a field of O.P.I nailpolishes with no lid on. It is not a pretty sight… Some times you just have to admit defeat and just give up and surrender. It is a waste of my time and energy.
Shorter, squared and office ready! Never mind the manic look on my face, I just look like that sometimes when I see something pink. Pink is always a good idea!
This week and next week… could they get any more hectic? Probably, but I am hoping they won’t. This Friday I am handing in my last exam for school this year and on Saturday it is time for the big move!
On Monday I start my internship with one of the biggest hospitals in Sweden and I am so excited and happy about the opportunity I have to come work with them. Also, I am a bit nervous about making mistakes, but then, who is perfect at the beginning? I always try not to think about being nervous because it is all about the good vibes right? I like to keep good thoughts and vibes in my mind so that good things can come my way and I will be in a state to recognize the opportunities that can come along. Preparation is key so as long as I can find my clothes, make up and handbag, I should be fine. And shoes… shoes would be great.
But when I am busy some things get to take the backseat and right now it is food. Who’s cooking? Not me, I manly live of cottage cheese and energy drinks. The cottage cheese in front of the computer and books and the energy drinks while packing. Look at me – health impersonated. lol #donttrythisathomekids