Things that confuse me, let me tell you them.

Posted by Adrenalynn on juli 8, 2010

1. When two people are (insert low, suggestive voice here) in the bedroom in movies and it’s so romantic that you feel compelled to throw something at the TV – why, oh, why is the room always filled with lit candles? I mean, who has taken the time to light all the candles? Won’t it get dreadfully hot in there? What if her hair accidentally catches on fire? And more importantly, who are these people that bother blowing them out after the camera fades to black? In a movie I saw recently, the man suddenly and unexpectedly swept the woman into his arms and with great passion threw open the closed double doors that lead to her bedroom, where a candle was already lit. Did she anticipate his surprise visit, and furthermore, that one thing would so conveniently lead to another before the candle burned down?

2. I don’t understand laws that are made for the sole purpose of protecting people from themselves. I mean, a law that protects me from being harmed by any one of the billons of idiots that seem to habitate this Earth, that I can get behind. But when one of said idiots forgets to put his helmet on when he takes his motorcycle out for a spin into the nearest ditch? That’s natural selection. And really, who are we to mess with evolution?

3. Condoms in public restrooms. Say it with me; condoms in public restrooms. Do we really need to prepare for -and encourage- spontaneous intercourse in filthy, public venues?

4. Justin Bieber. Enough said.

5. I always wonder -and this is me getting all serious now, can you tell?- about people who devote their lives to saving animals. These people spend ridiculous amounts of time and resources rescuing stranded whales or lost ferrets or helping squirrels with broken ankles, but couldn’t care less about starving babies in underdeveloped countries or even helping people that struggle in their own neighborhoods. I can’t believe the air time devoted to various “Pet Rescue” shows, and yet nobody gives a crap about people who are dedicated to helping other people. This may seem a little contradictory to number 2 on my list, but I obviously don’t mean we should start helping annoying people. That’s even dumber than protesting against killing bunnies for fur.

Naturally, this is merely a limited sample of the massive confusion that is my thoughts at any given time. Consider this my gift to you. You’re welcome.

Gone Fishing

Posted by Adrenalynn on juni 27, 2010

Another weekend gone before I even noticed it had started. How does that even happen? At least I snapped some photos  to document its occurrence. And you’re so lucky I feel like sharing!

It was a little rainy on Saturday (no surprise there) so we decided to visit the penguins at the Aquarium instead of sitting at home watching the kids climb the curtains. Not that curtain-climbing isn’t quality entertainment, but after a while it just gets a little old, you know?

…and here’s what my boys are staring at.

How nerdy am I for not knowing that Gentoo is a Penguin and not just an operating system? Don’t answer that.

We arrived just in time to miss the seal show, so we walked inside to avoid the rain and to watch the reptiles and sharks instead.

A few hundred species of fish and other aquatic creatures later…

…we had successfully killed off an entire Saturday morning, and I hadn’t even wanted to bang my head against the wall once.

Though this little guy didn’t look half as cute when he refused to get up. I may or may not have bribed him with ice cream. Don’t judge me.

I wanna kiss the bride

Posted by Adrenalynn on juni 15, 2010

I often wonder how people find the time to do stuff. Like keep their homes clean. Or their cars. Or their children. And how do people have time to actually update their blogs or read the 331 items in their reader? These are things I think about when I’m sitting in some plane on the way to somewhere with absolutely nothing to do and no internet to do it with.

I’m not on a plane today, but it is my wedding anniversary. I can’t believe it’s been eight years since my 20 year old self walked down the aisle, not even a little bit prepared for what was waiting for me at the end. But I am so glad I did. Happy anniversary darling, and thank you for living with my crazy for eight years.

Do we look like a couple of 13 year olds, or what?

And please tell me you recognize the song title this time?

Glory Days

Posted by Adrenalynn on mai 16, 2010

I’ve had the flu for the past week, and I’m not gonna lie to you; it’s been rough. When I get sick I get sick, so up until yesterday I’ve basically stayed horizontal. It’s not been a complete waste, though. For instance, I’ve learned that wearing a bra is overrated. And it’s true what they say about hair; if you don’t wash it for an extended period of time it practically starts to wash itself. That chic dirty look completely goes together with my slightly smelly sweats and underwear from Tuesday.

When I’m sick I also start thinking about seriously profound stuff, like life and mortality and whether zebras are really white with black stripes or the other way around. The other day when I was laying on the couch and wondering if I was finally about to meet my maker, I heard a loud thump! as a little sparrow flew straight into the living room window. Of course I immediately ran outside to check on the poor bird (I’m such an animal lover), and found it on the ground, trying to lift its head. I picked it up and held it in my hand for a few minutes while the sparrow gasped for breath. It was warm and soft, and I kept thinking I should do something to try and rescue the little thing, but I never even learned how to do mouth-to-mouth on a human, so I decided against it. Eventually the bird stopped moving around and its head fell back against my fingers, its little chest suddenly completely still. For a minute I simply stood there in my slippers holding a dead bird, not sure what to do. Do I just throw it behind a bush? Do I bury it? Throw it in the trash? It was still so warm and soft, and it felt a little wrong to just toss it away without, I don’t know, acknowledging its little existence on this Earth. Or something. I had a headache though, so I opted for the behind the bush scenario and went back inside to wash my hands.

I told my husband the riveting story about the bird when he came home that day, but to my surprise he didn’t really appreciate how interesting my day had been. Or the obvious metaphor. Or anything. So that’s why I’m sharing this with you, dear reader, who will surely understand.

And because you held your breath wondering: the title for my last post was stolen from the song Sittin’ on top of the world by, oh, just about everybody. Now if you don’t recognize this post’s title I’m going to lose all faith in you, so make me proud!

The Gallery: Sittin’ on top of the world

Posted by Adrenalynn on mai 5, 2010

The theme for this week’s The Gallery by the lovely ms. Sticky Fingers is The World Around Us. She’s clever, isn’t she? I’ve decided to show off my own little part of the world, because there’s no place like home, people.

We had the pleasure of having my sister in law and her boyfriend stay with us for several days a couple of weeks ago. He’s never been to this country before, so we thought we’d show him what western Norway is all about and take him for a drive to Lærdal. Not only is Lærdal hours away, those hours are mostly spent driving through endless tunnels. Lærdalstunnelen is the longest one, and because it’s 24,5 km long there are three quite beautifully lit spaces within the tunnel to make the drive less monotonous.

After having a shouting contest in the tunnel to hear the fabulous echo, we took a stroll at the Aurland Lookout. The view is absolutely breathtaking, and the camera on my phone does not do it justice. Standing up against that glass wall is also horribly scary.

Do click on the photos to make them larger. And then go over to Tara’s and check out the other fabulous entries from around the world!

Also, before I forget: the song from my last post was Stand a Little Rain by the Nitty Gritty Dirt Band. Oh, you’ve never heard of it? Thought so. How about the title for this post? Any easier?