A regular blog post with no confessions of any sort. Move along please, nothing to see here.

Posted by Adrenalynn on February 2, 2010

How pretty is the afternoon view from my living room?

I know.

I’ve been home from work today due to an annoying incident while I was sleeping that made my body decided to resort to complete anarchy and cause me blinding neck pain. My chiropractor claims it’s because I haven’t been a good girl and spent all my money on appointments. Who cares what he thinks, anyway.

Since I can’t drive a car, sit, lift my kids or do any housework (OK, it’s not all bad), I decided to watch four episodes of Bones and take the world’s longest walk to the grocery store down the road. No joke. It took me forty minutes to walk downhill to the store about one kilometer from my house, because of the insane amounts of snow on the sidewalks. Not that I’m complaining; my butt got a good workout and the air was cold and refreshing. And then there’s the view. No, I’m not complaining at all.

Confessions

Posted by Adrenalynn on January 20, 2010

Because I just haven’t told the Internet enough embarrassing stuff about myself.

The seat on my toilet at home is elevated about a centimeter from the toilet bowl. Which creates a gap between said seat and bowl. So sometimes when I’m in a hurry and don’t pay attention to how I’m seated, I… accidentally hit that gap with some of the… fluids. And my floor gets wet. You can see where I’m going with this. The thing is, this happens a bit more often than you’d think, considering I know about the gap. But I repeatedly find myself scrubbing my bathroom floor. And wondering why in the world someone would make an elevated toilet seat just to annoy and embarrass me. Especially because I also love this seat deeply for being so nice and warm. I feel so torn.

I drool when I sleep. A lot. So much that I have to flip my pillow over in the middle of the night because it’s wet. Yep, I’m a classy chick. As if you didn’t already know that from the toilet story.

I have a little mustache. No, really.

Sometimes I make my three year old take a nap on weekends when his brother is napping because I want some peace and quiet. Don’t judge me.

I have several nervous habits, including biting on my cuticles until they look godawful. And skin tastes awesome, by the way.

I don’t stop eating when I’m full; I stop eating when it hurts. Every. Single. Meal.

Yesterday I ate 11 sandwiches at work. See?

I’m terrified of swing sets. To the point where I start to hyperventilate and get dizzy whenever I see someone on a swing. Not to mention pushing my kids on one. And now I’m getting a little queasy just thinking about it.

I own a tee shirt with the classy words “Who needs big boobs when you’ve got an ass like this?” printed across the chest. I know.

I once published this post in a very unfinished state by accident, before I came to my senses and removed about half of it. And then didn’t notice my mistake for about five hours.

Share time! Let’s all try to think of something worse to confess! Someone? Anyone? No? *Crickets* Never mind then, *nervous laugh* I guess I’ll be going now.

UPDATED! At this point I don’t even know if I should laugh or cry.

Posted by Adrenalynn on January 14, 2010

So it turns out nobody wants me to quit writing Norwegian. I’m kinda disappointed here, so If you disagree please speak up and vote on the right – and until I get enough of you to agree with me I’m practicing civil disobedience. So there.

My town apparently has the most polluted air in Europe these days, which is bad. Really, really bad. And the past week they’ve been trying to get people to avoid driving in the downtown area, because it looks like this:

So far I’ve been completely on board with all the measures that have been taken to get the levels down fast. Like closing off downtown parking lots and offering free buses instead; or like restricting certain lanes to be used only by buses or cars with two or more people. But this- this is a whole new level of silliness, even for politicians. Starting tomorrow, only cars with license plates that end with an odd number are allowed to drive within the city on odd numbered dates. And consequently, only cars with an even number at the end can be used on even numbered dates. Which means that I’m extremely thankful that my house, day care and work place are all just outside of The Forbidden Zone, or I would have had to spend three hours getting to day care and work every other morning. Like I suspect many will. I am speechless.

Update: Surprise! Common sense has prevailed, and the madness has come to an end after only one day. Frankly, I thought our politicians were a little dumber than this. I’m actually just a little bit disappointed.

About a bra

Posted by Adrenalynn on January 7, 2010

Look, my poll is up! Please state your lingual preferences on the right, thank you. (I’ll keep writing in English until you tell me otherwise, because this is so easy I have no idea why it took me so long to do it.)

Yesterday was my dear husband’s birthday, and because he was dumb enough to buy the kinda expensive thing he wanted himself on the day before, I decided he didn’t deserve a gift this year. So I talked him into taking me to a movie instead, which in my opinion was the best solution overall. Especially because the movie turned out to be totally awesome. I’m so glad I – *cough* we chose  Sherlock Holmes instead of Avatar for the one movie we’re going to see this year. It. Was. Fantastic. I even thought  Holmes and Watson flirting like teenagers was cute and funny, that’s how much I loved this movie.

In other news, temperatures in the Rainy City are record low right now, which means friggin’ cold. And snow, lots of it. Which means that I’m not only freezing my behind off, I’m not getting anywhere because people in this town don’t know how to behave around snow. Whenever white stuff falls from the sky everybody drives so slowly you could walk next to them and get to work sooner.

We like to drive downtown on Sunday mornings because it’s quiet, the kids get a chance to run around without bumping into people, and because I can drink coffee while they’re doing it. Last Sunday we encountered a bit of a puzzle, though. I really wonder how this item of clothing got there – and more importantly, where the rest of the outfit is:

I’m a little annoyed that I didn’t think to stop and check if it was my cup size. You can never get enough bras, as I always say.

Honey, I’m home!

Posted by Adrenalynn on January 4, 2010

Oh, hi. You may remember that I used to have this thing called a blog, like, last year.

Well, stuff happened and life got busy and then Christmas came raining down upon us like  napalm. I’m actually quite the holiday enthusiast, but each year I get kicked in the gut with the insane stress that is Christmas. I might quit celebrating altogether. Unless that means I have to quit decorating, of course. Or stop listening to that Christmas music that makes me weak in the knees. Or eating Pinnekjøtt and making sure I get all the fatty pieces. There’s just something about dragging an actual tree into your home and putting red stuff on it that gets me all dreamy and merry. What can I say, the smell of a good pine tree is my own personal brand of heroin (name that movie).

Yes, that is my tree, people. And yes, the star at the top is touching the ceiling, in case you wondered.

I’ve toyed with the thought of just getting rid of this blog, especially now that I’ve been away for a little while. But we all know I’m too much of an exhibitionist not to take advantage of this opportunity to grab some attention, so you’re not getting rid of me that easily. I guess what I’m trying to say is: Happy New Year, friends, I’m looking forward to staying in touch this year. Let’s make it a good one!

Before I wrap this up I’d like to get your opinion on a little idea I’ve been fiddling with. You may notice that this post is only available in the widely recognized language of English. How would my abundant mass of readers feel if I kept this an all-English blog from now on? Please voice your opinion in the poll over there on the right. Thanks!