It is spelled F A I L U R E =)

Baking with the kids, so far so good :)

Trying this swedish cockies called Vanilla Dreams. Yummy. It's just that it's completely useless with the girls glutenfree flour :( And the Raspberry Caves were a failure as well. But it did keep the kids occupied for a while :)How Dreams are supposed to look like

LoLCats

Another one about periods. Yes, it's a big part of my life, how did you guess?

Well, so far it's not that bad.

And again, lucky me for having friends =)

This time all the glory goes to Misa!

Thanks for LOLCATS!

Heart-stab

My sister had an emo-moment.
Since she doesn't like to be emo alone, she made me emo too.
Result from this;
Skracke says: WE DON'T NEED NO BOYS!
Smurfen says: Coin operated boys...

So, todays song is "Coin operated boy" by Porcelain and the Tramps

=)

Please don't go and die

A Catholic Irish soldier stationed in Edinburgh who's been fighting in The Iraq-war and who thinks war is good because it makes heroes did not come home with me. Or I with him.
Good job! =D

Let the imagination flow!

I have to say that I think that the Swedish covers for the Harry Potter books by J.K Rowling are the most beautiful and inspiring. The artist is Alvaro Tapia and he is completely and utterly amazing, if you ask me.

Harry Potter och de Vises sten
Harry Potter and the Philosophers stone

Harry Potter och Hemligheternas kammare
Harry Potter and the Chambers of Secrets

Harry Potter och Fången från Azkaban
Harry Potter and the Prisoner from Azkaban

Harry Potter och den Flammande bägaren
Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire

Harry Potter och Fenixorden
Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix

Harry Potter och Halvblodsprinsen
Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince

Harry Potter och Dödsrelikerna
Harry Potter and the Deathly Hollows

To amazing friends

What can I say? The bunch of girls that I hang out with here is just amazing, and I can say that it will hurt to have to leave you all =( If I ever get another group of friends like this again I will be the happiest girl in the world.

This Friday started really good. The weather was nice, the children were actually well behaved (most of the time) and I could enjoy a play in the park with them (in only my t-shirt and up-folded jeans =D). And after they had been send of to their dad it was time to go off to Angelicas where Aurelie, Emzz and she were waiting for me with a nice taco-dinner and wine. After that we bunked ourself in the couch and ate Ben and Jerrys and watched Ouran Highscool Host Club.

Ouran Private Acadamy is defined by one; prestigious famililies, and two; wealth. And prosperous people who have much time on their hands. Therefore, this Ouran Host Club is about these hansome guys, who have time giving hospitality to these lovely ladies, who also have time. It's an elegant game unique to this super-rich school.

Then, my natural luck sets in.
My period decides that it's time to arrive. Fuck. Well, my mood is still good, I'm a bit tipsy and I've got good company, maybe it won't be to bad?

Not to begin with. Time passes by and it's actually endurable. We go to bed a couple of hours after 12 and then it starts for real. As Emzz said after we laughed at her at breakfast after she asked us if she had been snoring; "If I was snoring, you were whimpering." And I was. All the four of us were tugged down in Angelicas double bed (crowded but cosy, I love it 8P). I was between Emzz and Angelica and it was like these to were reading my mind! When my back really hurt Emzz rubbed it or came closer to warm it and when my tummy felt like someone were twisting my guts Angelica cam closer. And I had a very comforting dream about these co-operating... Well, I don't say it was a good sleep but it was one of the best I've had while having my period without access to my pills. Thank you girls!

And while we are takling about reading minds.
I think Emzz and I have spent way too much time together, since our thinking have become almost frightening sycronized Oo'

But I wouldn't want you out of my life anyway >8)

I walked into the rain

The title of a poem I'm thinking of writing, though it would be in Swedish, Jag gick in i regnet. I felt like I did that on my way home yesterday. It wasn't exactly nice and sunny, but it wasn't the feeling of rain in the air either. And all of a sudden it just started to rain and it felt like if i was to take a couple of steps back I would be able to come out of it again.

Moooody.

Well, I realised for real, just a couple of minutes ago that the boy really dislikes me. The feeling is almost mutual, it's hard to like someone who constantly tries to make you loose your temper but I think I'm more indifferent towards him than actual dislike. But it annoys me because I don't think it should be like that. But yet again, how is a "grown-up" supposed to react when a child asks his friend "why aren't you doing anything to her?" (in the meaning of being mean). That's bullying, and he doesn't care. At all. For me, it really doesn't matter, don't care about what he thinks about me more than it annoys me and makes my job so much harder, but he will grow up, thinking this is ok. Or knowing it's not but not care about it.
I guess I just should be happy that it's over in four months and not think about it more.

A more fun story, remember the man in the shop "The Fool" with the essence and candles and crystals and other mumbo jumbo stuff? Well, me and Inga went there yesterday and the man who owns the store (a really lovely old man) and Inga had a rather interesting conversation about magic and believing and so. It ended up with talks about acupuncture and I mentioned that i had it suggested to me as a treatment for my PMS. The man got very worked up and after finding out that I still got problems with it he dug out a special tea for me, Sage tea, and a linen tea bag.
"This is a gift. Fill the bag with one teaspoon when it's time and drink it every day. It will work!"
I was so happy =) There really is good people in the world!