Heres a short one for you guys

It’s currently 9:27 and when you’re used to sleeping to around 1pm every day, 9:27am is not a good time to wake up at.

Ok, so at about half ten today I have my college meeting, but the way i look now they’re gonna think I’ve been chasing the dragon getting stoned with the dragon. So I have an hour to go, my mums giving me a lift down in the car, and all I have to do is my breakfast hair and junk.

Anywhos after college I’m gonna meet up with two other High School leavers and we’re all gonna walk down to the school to officially sign out of the place, since we’ve been too lazy to do so before.

Hopefully I’ll get to see the bezzachum, the pals and the girlfriend today ;3

talk later internet

”big enough that by the time I was done I could see the future”

Lamb of God – Redneck(8)

Jag känner att jag har halkat av bloggspåret de senaste månaderna. Kanske för att tiden vid datorn har minskat, men också för att det finns så mycket i min hjärna som ältas runt, o som inte hela världen behöver veta om.

Jag har ju inte så många dagar kvar här nu. Jag börjar bli riktigt excited över att komma hem och börja plugga, inreda den nya lägenheten och träffa alla mina nära och kära. Samtidigt som det suger så hårt att säga hejdå till det liv jag levt de senaste två åren. Än har jag saker som behöver tas itu med. Än har jag folk som jag inte lyckats säga hejdå till än. På fredag blir det stor hejdå – fest i stan. Kameran ska laddas och kylen ska fyllas. Hoppas det blir en lyckad kväll!

Nån som har idéer om vart man kan hitta snygga almanackor föresten? Behöver en för 2010, o vill gärna ha en så snart som möjligt så jag kan börja plannera för nästa år..

Jag måste säga att hejdå-sägande har alltid varit min svaghet. Jag absolut HATAR att säga hejdå till någon. Till och med tanken på att vara tvungen att säga hejdå får mig deprimerad.  Men jag trodde ändå inte att jag skulle känna som jag gjorde igår, när jag sa hejdå till familjen. Jag var inte beredd på den känslostorm som kom över mig när jag slutligen stod i mitt tomma rum och alla mina väskor var packade. Inte heller var jag beredd på föräldrarnas känslosamma hejdå. Barnen är övertygade om att vi kommer ses igen å var helt trötta i nattmössan när vi sa hejdå innan camp. Men både föräldrarna och jag insåg med ens att det kanske inte kommer bli så snart som dem vill..

Det här är sista bilden på mig och familjen, från vår goodbye dinner kvällen innan. Åt på Bar Ferdinand i Northern Liberties. De har gjort om en del av området så att det har världens European-feel to it. Asnice! Kände mig som hemma : )

Men som sagt. Det var allt bra sorgligt, och jag har inte riktigt fattat att jag har lämnat dem än tror jag. Att inte kunna åka “hem”. Inte ha sitt eget rum i det mysiga huset på 1626. Näe, det kommer nog ta ett tag att smälta det. Precis som det kommer ta ett jäkla bra tag att inse att jag inte kommer tillbaka till Philly på en gång heller. Innan har det bara varit semester-resor hem till Sverige, men nu kommer det bli “på riktigt”. Jag är inte redo att lämna PA än. Jag har så mycket mer jag vill göra, så mycket mer TID jag vill spendera med människorna jag älskar..

Usch. Em, du vet vad jag snackar om, eller hur?

Sitter och filosoferar på Starbucks nu, efter ett par galna nätter med Bekks. Igårkväll va hennes goodbye party. Tyvärr kunden varken Jacob eller jag medverka förrän runt 11pm – eftersom vi båda va on babysitting duty sen tidigare på kvällen. Innan jag stack och hämtade Jacob hade mina föräldrar ett snack med mig om hur de sista dagarna i deras “care”  planeras bli. Alla praktiskt detaljer inför flytten etc. Kan inte fatta att jag bara har 3 dagar kvar i familjen. Känns sjukt konstigt!!

Väntar just nu på att killarna ska showa up. De är på väg hem från AC as we speak. Vi va nästan på väg att åka ner till Sea Breeze igår, men beslöt oss att åka hem till några vänner istället. Det var lika bra det. Min kropp var exhausted från natten innan. Men det var en riktigt kul kväll trots allt!

Det ska bli intressant att se hur middagen med Bright och Arthur blir. Vet inte vart vi ska gå än, men det blir nog trevligt vilket som!

I’ll keep you posted!

Jag har idag iförskaffat en ny cell för de sista veckorna jag är här. Det braiga med den är att jag kan använda den varje gång jag kommer tillbaka till USA (vilket jag hoppas blir om inte allt för lång tid)! Nya nr:t finns på Fb för intresserade!

VSO vols are falling fast in the Great Kunene Region.

First M and A are off back to Canada from Khorixas for a variety of reasons to do with all sorts of stuff. Although they arrived earlier than me we did our second in-country training together and I’ve seen them a fair few times since when I’ve managed to blag myself down to Khorixas on some tenuous excuse.

They will be sorely missed by their VSO colleagues (as well as, I’m sure, the MoHSS and their patients). One of my abiding memories of ICT2 was drinking the bar dry of Tafel lager with M. Good luck guys! I look forward to crashing on your hospitality in Canada in the future much as I have here

Secondly H has gone from Opuwo. He was the Regional Occupational Therapist and shared an office with me.

Simply put he, along with one or two others, have been the reason I landed so “softly” here and have been able to cope and enjoy my time.

When I arrived late at night, dazed and confused, at the casualty (less than 6 days in-country at the time) it was he who turned up with my key, welcomed me, settled me in and then gave me my first tour around the next day.

Since then he has been nothing other than an excellent friend helping my feckless self out with everything from finding someone to do my washing to the joys of daytime drinking in the various shebeens (in moderation and only at weekends of course).

He is off to a “proper job” at the Katatura Hospital in the capital. I dropped him down there on Sunday (the place is massive, I mean, seriously, big). Like the others he’ll be sorely missed by me, the ministry and his patients but I wish him the best of luck for the future.

Actually at this precise moment (with the other two vols away on hols) I am the only VSO in Opuwo District. This of course means it is on my shoulders to uphold all the finest traditions of VSO and the United Kingdom generally and conduct myself in an upright and sober manner. So it’s down the bar later then.

Having had my Placement Review yesterday (more on that later, perhaps) I also now know for sure that there is nobody coming up here in the next (September) VSO intake so it’ll be March 2010 at the earliest.

Luckily I am dealing with this relative isolation well by (a) rocking back and forth and (b) encouraging the voices to speak more. Dribble.

Ikväll såg Bekks o jag “The Ugly Truth“. Faktiskt en riktigt rolig o söt film! Den kan jag rekommendera! Vi passade på att ta (de sista?) photobooth bilderna för vår USA-vistelse. Heeeere comes troubbbbbble!

Kvällen har även tillbringats med min kära Em, som också åker hem snart. Det är ångar av ångest i au pair-lägret för tillfället kan jag säga! Vi lyckades i alla fall träffas en gång till innan bådas hemresa. Men det blir väl förhoppningsvis nån mer gång. Downtown, eller hur va det nu, Jeff? ; )

Sist men inte minst så hoppas jag VERKLIGEN att Tjockisbarnets issue försvinner. Jäkla CC om de krånglar igen!

En månad kvar tills jag sätter mig på planet. 18:15pm går planet från Philadelphia’s flygplats. Har blandade känslor inför avresan. Det suger hårt att behöva lämna allt & alla här i mitt andra hem, samtidigt som det självklart ska bli kul att träffa alla där hemma igen, och börja på college. Slänger stora kassar med saker fortfarande, men själva packandet har inte börjat än.

Börjar jobba igen om en halvtimme. Imornbitti bär det av till stan för lite rendevouz med pojken. Längtar redan. Om jag slutar sent ikväll blir det nog en sväng över till Em. Det är sjuukt trist att vi inte kunnat träffas mer än 1 ENDA gång sen hon kom tillbaka för en månad sen. Men vi har helt olika scheman, så vad ska man göra. Att hon inte heller har någon bil gör det hela en aningens svårare. Men men. Man ska inte klaga. Har haft en underbar sommar hittills!

Just for something different, i thought i would share a story about drugs. This one hails from the realms of 2007 once again which, coincidentally was my last year of school and probably a time where i should have been laying off. However, this story comes from END of school celebrations. I think even if i try, i won’t be able to fully describe the wonderment of this drug-fest but i shall give it a go.

My school friends and i had decided to give the traditional Rotto leavers a miss and head down to Dunsborough instead. Lots of all the places down south don’t allow leavers for the obvious reasons but we managed to find an awesome resort that had a pool, a sauna and foxtel in all the rooms/houses. What we didnt realise when booking it, was that this would turn out to be probably one of the biggest drug/fun/hilarity benders of our lives so far. So, when we found this place we told pretty much everyone we knew and consequently booked out the almost the entire resort with probably about 50 of our friends. My house was me, four other girls and my boyfriend at the time (who was a real sport for ditching his mates that went to Rotto and spending his leavers experience with me in a house full of girls). 

When the trip rolled round it turned out that my ex and i were going to drive down by ourselves and the girls would all go together as not everyone had their licences at the time. We stayed up extremely late the night before making awesome driving-down-to-leavers cds. Well more along the lines of, he stayed up and did that while i dozed in and out of conversation and adding in random song ideas every now and then.

At the time everyone was soo intensely worried about being pulled over and searched on the way that we had all hidden our selected drugs in various places. The ex and i opted for on (or should i say in) our bodies for the pills, most alcohol was stashed in the car in various spots and the acid was hidden in the air-conditioning ducts (as it needs to stay relatively cool). Clever. The large amount of weed was hidden inside coke bottles as far as i can remember. To be honest, I can’t remember what else we took down but that was probably hidden sneakily too. Needless to say we didn’t see one cop on the way there or on the way back. Average.

In the morning we got up early and set off with our lame mix tapes and copious amount of drugs and i think arrived after about two hours. We were one of the first to arrive in the whole resort and the first of our housemates, so the first thing we did was go inside and secure the best room. This got subsequently stolen from us which i thought was fucking average since we were the only couple and clearly needed a room to ourselves. We ended up with the shittest room in the whole house, which was a fold out bed that wasn’t even in a secluded room. It was more of well, the living room – an offshoot from the kitchen. Bullshit, but wasn’t going to let that get me down as we had some serious partying to do.

We headed over to the boys’ room/house next door and they were already off their heads pilling. Awesome. I don’t remember exactly how many we took down but lets just say there was plenty, probably enough for about 2 each a day. The best thing was we had gotten ours last minute and ended up with different ones to everyone else that were about 100 times better. Everyone wanted to swap but we weren’t having a bar of it. So drinking started immediately after arrival and by the time it got to late afternoon everyone was already pretty hammered. I don’t know how we found out about these ‘parties’ that were happening every night but we did and we decided to head up to Dunsborough town to check them out. This required us getting a taxi/limo taxi that seated about 11 to trek all the way into town and cost about $100-$200 or so dollars, ridiculous. Of course we got stuck with the people that didn’t have money and left us to foot the bill but whatever.

So we arrive at this ‘party’ and it’s a full on lame-ass event. Heaps of underage (no toolies allowed!) bitches with extensions and tits out and lame biff guys drinking and being stupid. Not to mention all the losers from school around. We got off our tits on drugs and pretty much left, with me vowing never to go back to one of those parties for the entire trip.

Most days we’d drink and drug all day. Either walk down to the beach or chill in our in-room spa’s drunk as fuck or pilled off our minds, have competitions in the sauna as to who could last the longest in there, relax by the pool and just general tom-foolery. Sat around smoking bongs and watching foxtel and at one point we nearly got kicked out for the ridiculous amount of weed smoke coming from all of our rooms. We lived off mi goreng and easy mac mostly. It was absolute heaven and probably one of the funnest things ive ever endured in my whole life.

A definate highlight of the trip had to be ‘Lee,’ the resort manager. He was absolutely at his wits end having 50 teenagers take over his resort, running a muck and destroying everything in sight. He would come into our houses and fret about the mess and the drugs and i think we near on gave the poor guy heart attack. He most certainly did not understand when we would pull the shit out of him and it would not surprise me one bit if he didn’t allow leavers back to the resort ever again after our efforts.

However there were a few fuck-ups, hilarious as they were, that served as speed bumps in our smooth sailing. Some biffs that had managed to secure on of the only available houses in the complex and subsequently and predictably got into a fight with the boys house next door. This resulted in stupid things like bird carcases being left at our front door and people trying to slash our tires. Besides that, one night the ex and i decided to do the acid and i lost him completely for quite some time. No one knew where he was and i was afraid he was lost in the middle of Dunsborough. We drove down to the cliffs and the beaches screaming out for him and after a long period of freaking out we found him only to be chilling next door and flirting with some of my girlfriends which only hightened my distress. He also managed to get his phone and wallet stolen and many people copped street drinking fines. The highlight of these aforementioned ’speed-bumps’ though, has to go to one guy in particular who absolutely lost the plot one lazy afternoon. He had just broken up with his long long term girlfriend and got absolutely wasted. He was crying (in front of all “the boys” nonetheless) and raging and ended up smashing the shower-screen in their house as well as jumping into the pool in fit of rage, surrounded by all of us (pissing ourselves laughing) with a couple of pills in his pocket. One of his mates dived in straight after him, completely disregarded him and went straight for the overlooked pills and claimed them as his own. Gold.

Eventually we went back to the lame parties and they turned out to be pretty good. The ex and i did more acid as well as pilling and everyone else mainly just pilled. I remember our group completely and utterly taking over the couch area and claiming it as our own for the entire night. A friend and i were in crazy moods, running around the place putting on accents and teasing everyone and screaming out “DON’T GET YOUR SAUCE ON ME,” for an un-describable reason. I even got into a full on domestic with some gimps from school for calling one of them some ridiculous racist term. Awesome. Some other friends were pilling off their heads, getting their photo taken with cops and doing ridiculous activities like rock-climbing. One guy that was with us, sat in the same chair the whole night, looping out and continuously calling over girls only to send them off straight away with their tail (or extensions) between their legs. We found a mangled slinky from somewhere that managed to go around our entire group over the period of the night. We danced to the lame music, mainly Put Your Hands up for Detroit and this other song that was basically the theme of the whole event that i can’t remember for the life of me. All i know is no one knew the correct lyrics and we’d make up new ones everytime. It was incredible fun and we did this for most nights of the trip.On the nights we didn’t go out, we’d drink and drug up and home and basically undergo the same activities but in-doors.

On our last night some of the boys next door stole some of our remaining stash (even though to this day they deny it) and didn’t leave us with much but of course we all managed to get super fucked up. There’s some hilarious pictures of about 5 of us chilling in the spas absolutely munted, making tea and running around the house to songs like Sk8r Boi, but i think i’ll leave those ones out of here as they are pretty embarrassing.

All in all, everyone became pretty close over the trip and by the end we were all speaking in a ridiculous fashion which can only be attributed to the boys and their gangster-ish way of speaking to each other. (“Lash us the shwang bro.”) The whole trip turned into one massive drug-fueled personal joke and If we ever see eachother these days it almost certainly always gets brought up and we reminisce about the ridiculously good times.

Kan inte fatta att det redan är 1st of July idag. Tiden går svindlande fort här borta! Jess tog bussen till camp för ungefär en timme sen. Jag har sen dess kollat på inspelade avsnitt av Gilmore, tills vår kärare städare kom å satte på dammsugaren så jag inte längre kunde höra vad dem sa på tvn.. Oh well. Det var väl lika bra. Jag måste åka till Alverthorpe och fixa nytt pool kort för sommaren. Lyckades tappa bort mitt från förra året i slutet av badsäsongen i somras.. Vet inte vart det tagit vägen. Jaja. Det går att lösa! Sen måste jag även ta itu med lite andra världsligheter innan Jess kommer hem från camp igen. Am vet inte riktigt när hon kommer hem, så vi får se hur länge jag behöver jobba idag.

Efter jobbet nalkas sista au pair mötet för min del. Även för Bekks, Ana, Steph å några till. Glass i stora lass. Mums! Typiskt att man blivit bjuden på förhandsvisning just ikväll bara…

A picture paint’s a thousand words… So why don’t journalists buy SLRs n Chill? Shut up Ralph, let the peoples dem dem dem dem see the fun you had with a new pair of vans and 2 bottles of wine to yourself.

Addison Lee'in it

Who's heard 'Yeezy, Estelle & Pharelle - Sorry to Leave you'?

I'm not even tipsy yet... JOKE OF THE DAY! Pun intended?!?!

'The only flashing lights I see is my BB' (8)

Yeezy & D-Brain

Yeezy & Beckford

Willard Smith, D-Brain, Shaq & OHHH WE'RE GETTING ARAB MONAYYYY

Beer and wine? Why? That was one cup out of like... 2 more bottles to follow...

I couldn't have come and do Shayo

Teacher's got schooled with the bump

New pair of Vans.... GONE!

(archived 2009 03-30)

I wanted to share a growing insight with you … unprecedented challenges lay ahead.  I am not a nay-sayer … unless, of course, some 20 million around the world are naysayers.  Please let me encourage you to subscribe to Frank Viola’s ”Reimagining Church” blog.  Frank posted a guest blog on Sunday I wanted to repost it here today.  I believe you will find it illuminating and, I hope, it will help each of us better understand the enormity of what awaits His church … and how the expectation of the church is changing … drastically.  Hopefully it will whet your appetite to learn more …  To me, it is clear the responsibility that awaits the church is huge … but it must differ substantially from what we have seen these last decades if the church is to reflect the glory of the bride God created for His Son. 

What follows is a guest blog originally posted by someone named Trevor.  Enjoy.

 Opting Out

“Walk into most churches, have a look around, and ask yourself: What is a Christian man? …Most Christian men are…bored.” These were the words on the back cover of Wild at Heart by John Eldredge in 2001.

What have those bored men (and women) done as time has gone by? They’ve stopped attending church and started seeking alternative ways to be the church to the world around them.

In the fall of 2005, David Murrow wrote a book called Why Men Hate Going to Church and George Barna wrote a book called Revolution. Barna’s research indicated that “there’s a new breed of Christian (over 20 million strong) who prize authentic faith but are growing less attracted to the local church” (p. 13). “[People] distancing themselves from formal congregations does not reflect a willingness to ignore God as much as a passion to deepen their connection with Him…a need better served outside the framework of congregational structures” (p. 112). He continues, “The Bible neither describes nor promotes the local church as we know it today…the local church many have come to cherish – the services, offices, programs, buildings, ceremonies – is neither biblical nor unbiblical…such an organization is not addressed in the Bible” (p.36-37).

In January of 2006, Discipleship Journal had a story titled, “How to Survive Church: Hope for Disillusioned Churchgoers.” Then in March, Time magazine announced “some evangelicals are abandoning megachurches for minichurches – based in their own living rooms.”

In Life After Church, Brian Sanders summarizes that the “leavers” are not people who have simply left one church in search of another, but rather those who left church itself or “the experience of church as we know it.” One contributor to his work compared church services to the movie “Groundhog Day,” in which the main character is forced to live through the same experience day after day after day. To many Christians, that is what church life amounts to – an endless cycle of sameness.

And most recently, Julia Quinn reports in her book Quitting Church:

“It’s official: evangelicals, for a variety of reasons are heading out of church – not all of them and not everywhere, but the trend is undeniable. Sunday mornings have become too banal, boring, and painful. Large groups of Christians are opting out of church because they find it impossible to stay” (p. 21).

In another book called Why Johnny Can’t Preach, T. David Gordon writes, “ministers are constantly distracted by sounds and images of inconsequential trivialities and are out of touch with issues that are weighty. It is not surprising that their sermons, and the alleged worship that surrounds them, are often trifling, thoughtless, uninspiring, and mundane.”

Then in February 2009, the Religion News Service reported that American congregations are in accelerated decline: Based on data collected from more than 200,000 churches, David T. Olson (director of the American Church Research Project) projects that by 2050, only 10% of Americans we be in a church building on any given Sunday.

One indication of the current state of affairs is the survey of titles that publishers are releasing. Here’s a sample:

Death by Church by Mike Erre

Reimagining Church by Frank Viola

So You Don’t Want to Go to Church Anymore by Jake Colson

Jesus Has Left the Building by Paul Vieira

A Churchless Faith by Alan Jamieson

Christless Christianity by Michael Horton

A New Kind of Christian by Brian McLaren

Jesus Wants to Save Christians by Rob Bell and Don Golden

They Like Jesus but Not the Church by Dan Kimball

One thing is clear: something has got to change (and everybody knows it).

Humbled, as always, by His mighty hand,

BirdSong 

I’ve been so busy this week that when I’ve actually had a moment to do a post, I’ve beeen too tired to.
So I thought I’d do a very quick one now.
I started my exams last week but I’ve only had General Studies resit so far, the rest of the exams start from the 4th June onwards.
Yesterday I had a double free free- my last one ever >_< haha. I spent it looking for a necklace for the may ball ( which I'll no doubt talk about later) and then went home to read my mum's copy of Easy Living.
Well, I wasnt half shocked when I read that magazine…. I thought it would be all sort of "middle age" women stuff, with articles about people who had held charity events, or recipies for afternoon tea, and lots of ideas for the home…. I was pretty far out. Most of the magazine was made up of articles about sex. Like a Cosmipolitan for slightly older women. Did not expect that like! eeesh haha Oh well….
Later last night I finally sorted out my Uni accommodation for Birmingham university ( fingers crossed I get in!). I was pretty stressed by the end of it. Not really sure why though… maybe its becuase I dont like the finalisation stage of anything. It makes it real, it's like a contract I cant go back on, and I find it scary. Pretty stupid really.
I got a bit tense just finalising my organ donation last night. I mean, I'm already carrying cards saying that I will donate some of my organs after my death, but after reading a article saying that, that isnt enough and you have to register online to make sure that your wishes are known (giving the highest chance that your organs will actually be useful to someone else) made me all stressed, as if it was a final act, like I was almost signing my life away.
I hope by just going on and doing these things rather than posponing them (I'm the queen of procrasionation here ( I'll tell you about it later;) )), that I'll eventually get rid of that horrid feeling that I actually dont want to do it after all.

Anyway…. I think I have to go now as I've got more things to do like 2 past papers, and 2 classes worth of cupcakes to bake for end of school year class parties (:
It's gunna be both really nice and very sad to leave school for the final time. I'm sure that Friday's adventures will be a great way to finish my time at Secondary School.
(whole year group picnic lunch, year group photo, leavers assemboly then the MAY BALL! yay!) Must remember to ask ppl to sign my year book tomorrow!

Why did Jesus come down to earth from Heaven?
I suppose most people would say, to die for our sins.
Why?
Because we are not able to be in God’s presence without being cleansed in the Blood.
Why?

To know what Jesus did, we have to look all the way back to Genesis.

What we were given in the Garden….   A Kingdom.  Direct Access to God. Power.  Authority.  Dominion.

What we lost in the Garden….                  A Kingdom.    Direct Access to God. Power.  Authority.  Dominion.

Yes, Jesus came to earth to die for our sins but why?
To be the Way to restore us back to where we belong, in right standing with God, in Authority, with Power and Dominion…..  HE IS THE GREAT REDEEMER

How did we lose it in the first place?

I love Galatians.  I have tried to memorize it because the words are so forceful and true and cannot be said any clearer or  more perfectly!

Share what you think this means………….and I will share back at ya!

Galatians 3:1 You foolish Galatians! Who has bewitched you? Before your very eyes Jesus Christ was clearly portrayed as crucified. 2 I would like to learn just one thing from you: Did you receive the Spirit by observing the law, or by believing what you heard? 3 Are you so foolish? After beginning with the Spirit, are you now trying to attain your goal by human effort? 4 Have you suffered so much for nothing–if it really was for nothing? 5 Does God give you his Spirit and work miracles among you because you observe the law, or because you believe what you heard? (NIV)

or look how is it is paraphrased in the Message:

Som jag skrivit i tidigare inlägg håller jag på med en massutrensning av mitt rum. Även om jag har rensat ut en HEL hord med grejer finns det fortfarande saker som jag inte gått igenom/inte bestämt mig för vad jag ska göra med dem än. Men jag försöker gå igenom allt systematiskt. Har börjat göra upp listor med saker som ska lämnas kvar.. Kommer bli ett himla fram å tillbaka flyttande, men det är trots allt (snart) 19 månaders bråte/liv som ska rensas igenom.. Det tar sin tid!

Så inom de närmaste månaderna kan ni vänta er en massutgivning av saker/kläder och allt möjligt annat!

Det blev lite change of plans igårkväll. A&E åkte in o skakade rumpa i stan medan jag gav mig ut på äventyr med Em. Äntligen fick man träffa mannen i huset igen också, det var ett tag sen. ; ) Efter en snabb middag hemma hos Em stack trion ut å såg Slumdog Millionaire och gjorde ett efterbesök Cracker Barrel för efterrätt. Som vanligt när Em&jag är tillsammans blir det ett himla tjatter och J njöt som fisken i vattnet. Riktigt bra kväll! Perfekt avslut på Em’s vistelse i PA (för denna gång).

Mami, I think you would like this one!

Dagen börjades med en liten flicka som satte sig på tvären i det mesta, reruns av första säsongen av Veronica Mars på On Demand, ett par ostsmörgåsar och en stooor kopp kaffe. Sen bar det av till skolan. Lektionens första del hade lite “get-to-know-each-other” feeling. Lektionen i övrigt var ovanligt seg o handlade mest om engelsk grammatik. Urk. Men det är väl bra att få en liten upprepning av grundskolans lektioner antar jag. Tråkigt va det iaf.. Gavs ingen tid att prata. Jag gillar att prata..

På tal om att prata så skulle jag träffat Fi idag, efter att jag ÄNTLIGEN fått tag på flickan. Men sen vips så flög de planerna ut ur fönstret, tråkigt nog. Hon hörde aldrig av sig senare på dagen trots mina försöka att kontakta henne.. : ( Hade så gärna velat träffa henne innan hon åker tillbaka till Australien på söndag.. Oh well, än finns det väl tid..

Kvällen spenderades först med familjen, som beställde hem mat från mitt favvo kines-ställe som jag introducerat dem för, sen läsandes på Starbucks med påhälsning av Annica (efter hennes o E’s klass) o slutligen bubblandes hemma med en väldigt varierande tv-shows-tittande i bakgrunden.

Imorn lutar det mot att det blir snow day.. Åh jag orkar inte! Min 4h dag kommer i såna fall bli en 10h dag. Usch o fy. Jag är inte gjord för såna dagar. Bara om de är okej med att mysa och kanske leka i snön. Annars vill inte jag vara med! Så det så!

Sen på kvällen kommer Em hit o ska bo tills på torsdag då hon ska överraska sina barn (som inte har en aning om att hon befinner sig på denna sidan av kontinenten). Ska bli skitkul att ha henne här för ett par veckor! : )

Åh. Nu borde jag verkligen sova. Jag behöver all kraft och energi som möjligt om jag ska orka med imorn! OM det inte blir snow day så ska jag banne mig unna mig själv en nap på dagen så jag har massa energi då Em kommer sent på kvällen. Åh. En hel dag i sängen.. Va skönt det vore!

Åkte in till Liam’s nya ställe på Washington Sq i lördags. Hade gärna hjälpt till å målat men nej, det fick jag inte. Han ville inte att jag skulle sabba något. Visst att jag är klantig ibland (särskilt i hans närhet), men när det gäller att måla är jag faktiskt proffsig – eller hur mami? Fick istället sitta o pimpla vin å vara söt. Efter mycket målande å skratt tog vi en liten promenix ner till South St o köpte sjukt god kinesmat som vi mumsade på med glädje ute på balkongen med utsikt över Penn’s Landing och allt annat.

En av grannarna, en liten tant på våningen under, kom å klagade över att hon hade hört så konstiga ljud kvällen innan. Vi försökte fatta vad hon egentligen menade.. “I just never heard noices like that before”. Huh? Human beings?

Igår bjöd L mig på släktmiddag då aunt Carole skulle firas. Det kändes lite skumt. Att presenteras för ännu fler av hans släktingar, som hans flickvän, när vi i stort sett gjort slut. Eller är på väg. Så fort han flyttat. Kändes fake på nåt sätt. Gillar hans föräldrar så himla mycket. Å lilla Seamus. My fav! Hade jättekul, men lite skumt va det! Liam’s syrra Lauren ska få barn runt min födelsedag, eller egentligen runt den 12e, men det är ju nästan samma sak ; ) Satt o tänkte på hur konstigt det kommer kännas när det är dags för brorsan att skaffa barn.. Inte för att själva idéen att P skulle få barn skrämmer mig, bara att alla – till o med min lille lillebror – växer upp så snabbt å folk skaffar barn till höger o vänster.

I guess there’s a time for that too.. But not now. Känner att jag behöver växa upp lite till först ; )

Jaha, så nu har L fått en asnice lägenhet inne i stan och ska snart flytta ut.. Han ska fixa den lite först visserligen, men flytten blir nog i Januari iaf..

Så va den sagan slut…

Allt känns lite tyngre nu när Emma ska åka. Man går o väntar på att det stora svarta hålet ska öppna sig och dra en ner. Jag vet att det låter som jag är deprimerad. Det är jag inte, trust me. Jag ser bara verkligen   I N T E  fram emot morgondagens goodbye till Emmo..

Ikväll åkte jag och Emma å hämtade upp Annica på tåg stationen. Lyllosen har varit ledig i fyra dagar å kunnat spendera en hel del tid med sin påhälsande syster i NYC. Kärt återseende är en underdrift!

Vi mysade på Starbucks hela kvällen, med Anna’s pepparkakor, kaffe, Daim, Singoalla och ja – lite annat smått o gott. Annica den spjuvern hade glömt att packa ner de 2½ kg smågodis som hennes syster packat med sig från Sveriget. Illa!

Vi lyssnade på svenska kärlekssånger och mös i en hög på soffan. Staplade på varandra. Underbart mysigt!

Tjejerna bröt upp runt halv tio tiden, men själv stannade jag kvar och mös med L. Imorn är det 6 månader sen vår första promenix =)

Gav Dan och Karen en massa Daim innan även vi bröt upp. Lite svensk choklad mår ingen dåligt av! Eller hur?

Min lilla enhörning åker hem imorn. Semester i nästan 3 veckor. Fy fan. Jag vet inte vad jag ska ta mig till utan henne! Visst, jag har andra kompisar, jag har Liam, jag har familjen – men vad ska jag göra utan mina många dagliga samtal från/till Emma??

D O N ‘ T   L E A V E   M E   E M M A ! !