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Spent the weekend at Martin’s, mostly cuddling up on the sofa watching tv or drinking hot chocolate and playing Pictionary. The world outside has been miserably grey and wet for so long I can’t remember when it started, so there wasn’t really much else to do that stay inside keeping warm. Friday we went to Martin’s cousin’s 4th birthday party which had cake and party games and was quite fun in general.

The other day I was told that I’ll actually be in Denmark in four weeks. Really it’s more about three and a half weeks, and it’s feeling rather weird. To me it doesn’t seem like I’ve been gone for all that long, even if it’s the longest I’ve ever been away from home. Will be most interesting to see what’s been going on in Denmark.

Jeg var hjemme hos Martin i weekenden, hvor vi brugte det meste af tiden på at sidde indenfor i varmen foran fjernsynet eller med en kop varm kakao og et spil Tegn & Gæt. Det har regnet de sidste jeg ved ikke hvor mange dage, og der er store oversvømmelser i dele af landet. Vi har ikke haft nogen her, men det virker som om det regner konstant. I fredags var vi til 4-års fødselsdags hos Martins fætter og havde en hyggelig eftermiddag med kage osv.

I går blev jeg fortalt at jeg om fire uger faktisk vil være i Danmark. Egentlig er det tættere på tre en halv, det er rimelig underligt. Det føles ikke som om jeg har været væk så lang tid, selvom det er det længste stykke tid jeg nogensinde har været væk hjemmefra. Bliver interessant at se Danmark igen.

Some pics from today in the shop, sold my 1950 splitwindow to Italy. And have bought a new bus project instead. A 21 window deluxe!

Parts to paint

Visitors from Italy. Guillio and Silvia. Buying my 1950 splitwindow

Gullio Bardelli and Martin Henriksson

Off to sunny Italy!

A post I’ve wanted to make for some time is how I came to be doing this at all.

I mean, I know I wrote this, right back at the beginning, which explains the why of it – but the how of it is down to the people who put me in a position even to think that someone like me could sustain a non-native bilingual existence with my first-born for a matter of weeks, let alone the 21 months we have so far clocked up between us, one day at a time (as we say in the After School Club.) 

I have been lucky and had a lot of talented teachers in all disciplines in my life, most of which was (at least, prior to the After School Club watershed) spent in full-time education. But a few of them have given me confidence that I was able to take outside the classroom, confidence which saw me through the lessons of the many rubbish teachers I have also had, and, in a way – though the faults are all my own – helped create the Francophone monster that is Papa et Piaf. 

Here they are. 

Martin was probably the first, though he came on the scene at about the same time as Nadia (see below). The first teacher to make me realise that French was a language that people actually used, rather than a verbal trigonometry. He smoked immensely and, again, his failing made him seem more human. He was a caustic, cynical man in some ways and regularly referred to hapless students as “cretins”, which was one of the many things I liked about him – he didn’t pretend to like everyone just because they were children. This meant that, if ever he did show signs of liking you, you could actually believe it might be true. 

And he was, in other ways, tremendously kind. I remember going to see him once after the lesson because I thought I didn’t understand the perfect tense (yes, I really was that much of a loser.) I ended up actually crying (a loser AND a wimp – hands off, ladies, I’m practically married!) When he saw how distressed I was, Martin spent half his break talking me through it (remember, this man was probably a forty-a-day smoker who self-medicated on Gauloises and must have lived for his breaks. )

Several years later, he also enlivened A-level by actually telling us things we might want to know, and hinting at the dirty bits in Camus. Without him, I probably wouldn’t have bothered doing French past GCSE.

Nadia arrived at our school when I was in what was then called the third year. She came to teach us Russian, taking over from a man who had learnt his Russian spying on Soviet air traffic. She was a real Russian; she was very short; she claimed to have a brown belt in karate; she was clearly mad. Nadia, again, made a language seem much more than lists of declensions (of which Russian has many). With her, we could imagine people actually living, loving, arguing, even doing karate in this then very rare language (perestroika didn’t really get underway until my GCSE year.) When I sat A level, Nadia coached me. When I applied to Oxford, Nadia gave me extra lessons, free of charge, which is basically what got me in. When I wanted to go to Russia, Nadia helped me sort it out, and gave me a few pointers on how to get extra hard currency through customs. When I thought that Chekhov was tosh, Nadia reassured me that I was not alone. And she also said one of the nicest things a teacher had ever said to me. We were flying to Moscow together. Somehow, we were talking about my family, particularly my mum. “Well, she’s done a good job,” said Nadia. It took me a second to realise what she meant and, when I did, I must have been pink with pride. A teacher thinking that I was not only a good student, but a good person? There was hope for me yet.

Mary was the one-woman welcoming committee when I arrived at Oxford. She had given me my place (when my first choice college had, foolishly, rejected me); she had patiently and politely answered some nonsense letter I had written to her before starting (about something nothing to do with her, like bedding or grants – I had so little idea about how Oxford worked that I just wrote to the only person whose address I had on paper, and it was hers, on my offer letter); and she welcomed me, along with my fellow first-year starters, into her North Oxford sitting room in October long, long ago. 

I was not, at that point, studying French. I was at college to do single honours Russian (the English faculty had decided it could struggle by without me.) I was amazed that I was at Oxford, and was liberated by having no idea what to expect. 

The intake that year seemed beyond good. A half-Russian man; a half-Polish woman; a frighteningly gifted man who had taught himself Hungarian for a laugh; and me. And this woman, Mary, was posher than anyone I knew – she had a ‘cello, for heaven’s sake! I almost gave up, there and then.

But Mary did not give up on me. Always quick with praise and measured with criticism; always acting as if my admission had been a considered choice and not a slip of the pen on some long, closely-printed list of names; always taking her students seriously, even when we spoke nonsense. After two terms, I had even started to believe her. 

Colin took me on when I decided that, though I still wanted to study Russian, the particular joys reserved for single honours students – extra linguistics, the Lay of Prince Igor and the Memoirs of Prince Avakkum, these latter two to be read in Old Church Slavonic – were not for me. He found a place for me in his already crowded French group.

As I made the group an odd number, he also agreed to see me individually for tutorials. As I began to develop interests, and as they began to align themselves with his, he would occasionally let me set my own essay title. He even gave me a 10-year-old bottle of home-made white wine, which turned out to be the best sherry I had ever tasted. This, I decided, was what Oxford was about. 

So much so that, after a couple of terms, in the last tutorial before the vacation (it was a hollow joke to call them “holidays”) I diffidently mentioned that I had been thinking of a future in academia. 

Silence. 

If, at that stage, he had turned around and started an awful, mocking impersonation of a deranged simpleton, it would not have surprised me. Of course I had been fooling myself. I was, perhaps not hopeless, but very much an also-ran, and clearly a pretentious one at that.

Instead, he said, quite quietly, “Yes, well. I was thinking of giving you a scholarship, but you don’t work hard enough.”

In a flash, several truths became apparent to me. I was not an idiot; I was not delusional; and, most important of all, the age-old myth fell apart. At school, I had been effortlessly successful. Then I had come to Oxford and had been effortlessly mediocre. I had assumed that my dear old mum was right, that the bar ha been raised and I could no longer clear it. Instead, it turned out, no-one here was effortlessly anything. The people who succeeded did so because they were very bright, but because they also worked exceptionally hard. I started taking their lead. The following term, I worked harder than ever before or since (as well as acting, rowing, and writing at a “jolly good sport” sort of level) and got my mini-scholarship (or “exhibition” as they call it). I went on to narrowly miss a First and come out of that with enough confidence intact to go on to do research at Edinburgh. Without Colin’s quiet honesty, I’d have ended up pretending to want to be a school-teacher and wondering why I hated my life (I did that anyway, years later – but at least I had a go at what I wanted to be.) 

Ian was the last one. Believed by his Edinburgh undergraduates to have it in for English loafers, he nevertheless took on an Oxford graduate, to all appearances a dilettante (it took me about a term to tell him I was working twenty hours a week and that that was why I was a bit behind on the reading) who came armed only with an undergraduate dissertation on Daniel Pennac, an author almost no one had then heard of, apparently word-processed by a five-year-old, and of which Oxford’s examiners could not decide whether it was a work of genius or the ravings of an imbecile. 

Ian gave me the benefit of the doubt and, when he realised I was broke, did all he could to enable me to make some sort of a go of my doctorate. He sent me to France twice; he found me teaching hours (my poor undergraduates, I am so sorry you were lumbered with me); he got me published; and he let me stay round his house once so I could return from Nice to do a conference paper. He also took me lunchtime drinking at the Southsider. Ian made me believe that, not only could I become an academic, but that I could live as an academic, perhaps for my whole life. The question of what the hell I was going to do with this bizarre commodity called life was finally, and to my immense relief, solved

Of course, I went on to piss all that up the proverbial wall, but that was no fault of his. And I did come out of it speaking really rather good French …

So, if any of the five of you end up reading this, thank you. I couldn’t have done it without you.

Marty left for for the concrete jungle on Thursday.

So, today is my fourth day out of the fifty one that I’ll have to bear without him. Which is difficult because I’m never going to get a better friend to help me through this particular rough patch. But we’ve been incessantly messaging each other anyway; and as fast as it takes to update a status or compose a wall post (Facebook, of course), we’ve been able to keep in touch. But fifty one days is a whole lot of days to go without someone who’s been there, day in and day out, for you to consult with and calm your frayed nerves. But I’m going to look forward to the 25th December. That’s going to be Christmas, and the day after I’ll be off to Melbourne. Where, after a day and a half of drinking in the sights and sounds as one third of JAP (that’s the travelling and exploring entity that is Jess, Ange and Pat), I’m off again to Tasmania for a three day music festival (Falls Festival). A couple more days to explore Tasmania (we heard that it gets really boring, really quickly). Then back to Melbourne. Same deal as the first time. And, then. Then we come back, and Marty should be pretty much homebound as well! I’m praying that time would help make the time fly and I won’t get so withdrawn about my time away from him. Well, that’s what I’m telling myself anyway. So, it’s only one month to go to Christmas. So… *deep breath*

My new project a 1950 splitwindow, getting some lowering etc. New narrowed MeanBeam (6inch). Droppedspindles. New freewayflyer transmission. Adjustable springplates. Sprintstar wheels. Here is some pictures from the build.

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Lookin’ gooooood

1940’s KDF logo

New freewayflyer transmission

New 6 inch beam on place and new brakes

CB Performance dropped spindels

Self made adjustable springplates with new caps and urethane bushings

Early 1960’s driveshafts for narrower width on rear

Original splitcase transmission going out

Before

After

Delayed Sleep Phase Syndrome (DSPS)

When I was five, my mum and dad took me to a sleep clinic because my body clock was very wrong. I’d sleep in until about 3pm and not sleep until late at night. I think the doctor’s told them that I’d grow out of it and guess what? I never did.

Delayed sleep-phase syndrome (DSPS), also known as delayed sleep-phase disorder (DSPD) or delayed sleep-phase type (DSPT), is a circadian rhythm sleep disorder, a chronic disorder of the timing of sleep, peak period of alertness, core body temperature, hormonal and other daily rhythms relative to societal norms. People with DSPS tend to fall asleep some hours after midnight and have difficulty waking up in the morning.

I remember when I was little (this is probably how I used to watch The X-Files before I could read properly) and I used to get out of bed and Martin used to shout, “Charlotte’s out of bed!” and the thing was, it wasn’t my fault that I was awake late! My mum and dad obviously knew something wasn’t right because they took me to see someone about it. Even when I had a routine I was struggling with my sleep patterns. When I was at school and when I was at 6th form, I used come home from Chris’ at 10pm and sometimes if Martin was on the PC, I’d go straight to bed. It’d take me hours to fall asleep and I’d still have difficulty waking up in the morning. You could say that I’m awake all night because I sleep late – I’m up late because I’m awake all night. My body clock is messed up.

Often, people with the disorder report that they cannot sleep until early morning, but fall asleep at about the same time every “night”. Unless they have another sleep disorder such as sleep apnea in addition to DSPS, patients can sleep well and have a normal need for sleep. Therefore, they find it very difficult to wake up in time for a typical school or work day. If, however, they are allowed to follow their own schedules, e.g. sleeping from 4 a.m. to noon, they sleep soundly, awaken spontaneously, and do not experience excessive daytime sleepiness.
The syndrome usually develops in early childhood or adolescence,[1] and sometimes disappears in adolescence or early adulthood. Depending on the severity, it can be to a greater or lesser degree treatable. Prevalence among adults, equally distributed among women and men, is approximately 0.15% or three in 2000.

I think now that I don’t have a routine, it’s really prevalent. It says on the Wikipedia that it’s responisble for 7-10% of people’s chronic insomnia so yay me! ¬_¬ I can literally stay up all night even if I had to get up early. I do not have a regular sleep pattern. Funny thing is, when I go on holiday, I have a perfectly normal one! I can still go to bed late and wake up at a semi normal time!

The major feature of these disorders is a misalignment between the patient’s sleep pattern and the sleep pattern that is desired or regarded as the societal norm…. In most circadian rhythm sleep disorders, the underlying problem is that the patient cannot sleep when sleep is desired, needed or expected.

That last bit is true and so incredibly annoying! It’s usually when I have to get up early and just cannot sleep! The article is an interesting read and it tells you a bit more about me and my sleeping issues. There’s loads more I can quote – bits that I nodded at and it rang true with me. It’s good that I finally understand my issues! (Well, not all of them )

I would say, ’so onto other things’ but I have nothing else to say. Well, Raj and I are talking about Vincent Van Gogh and how I relate to him (I actually to, don’t mock me!!!). My mum even said that “Vincent” by Don McClean could be about me. No one appreciates me or my art! (by art, I mean my photography and writing. If you want to see my photograpy, there’s a link on the right ). Maybe people will understand me before I go mad and top myself. As the song says, no one understands me and no one is willing to. But that’s ok. I don’t need people’s approval. At least all the time.

It was pouring down earlier! I was gonna clean the bunnies out but it started and then it got dark

X-Factor time and Stacey is on. I love her, I think she’s great. I said last week that I want her or Joe to win, definitely! Her singing was good but the song was a bit dull.

Anyway, laters. Might update in a bit

x

Free At Last…….Free At Last……..Thank God Almighty we are free at last.
Yes yes I know these lines are not actually mine but who the hell cares!The point is that We….Are….Free …..At…..Last….
Woohoo………..(no offence Mr.Martin Luther King! Sorry for stealing your lines but I have been through hell in the last couple of months
so cut me some slack here,okay!)

Now,where was I? Oh yeah ,the exams………
*shudders*

Man seriously,becoming a doctor is sooooooooo not worth all this crap.All the sleepless nights,the bouts of anxiety and the constant fear
of these stupid exams which went on and on and on have really taken a toll on me.Even thinking about it makes me want to
puke my guts out.And to add insult to injury,the “witty brains” at the beloved U.H.S came up with the ingenious idea of postponing
our vivas for another  whole month,like we hadn’t been through enough already.(You suck Taliban!!!! If I fail,I am holding you responsible ).Anyway,boy was I the happiest person on the surface of the earth
when I walked out of the Pathology department today after giving my last viva!!!

I remember while I was in my high school  my mom often said,and i am paraphrasing here,”BETA BAS YEHI DO SAAL HAIN.IN
MAI PARH LO BAS.AIK DAFAA MEDICAL COLLEGE MAI ADMISSION HO JAYE TO AAGE AYASHI HI AYASHI HOTI
HAI”.Boy how stupid and naive I was to believe that.Little did I know what hell was in store for me in this NOBLE profession of AMMI
and ABBU Jee.

But the good news is that me and our gang have successfuly managed to get it over with.I am so sick of  this exam fever that I swear to
God the first thing i am gonna do when the result gets announced is to burn my Forensic text book(the same thing I did with my Biochemistry
text book).

The last couple of months have been the most boring and monotonous months of my already very boring and monotonous life which
explains how dull  things have been for me lately.I hope things shape up nicely for me in the future cuz if they don’t,i am pretty sure my name would turn up in medicine books as well i.e; THE FIRST PERSON TO ACTUALLY DIE OF BOREDOM.

But enough of the cynicism…..I am sure this is going to be the end of this bland saga.Hoping for a better tomorrow and the day after………

Now back to “THE SIMPSONS”

PEACE

Programme de la Rencontre Annuelle du G.E.R.M

Le Statut avancé à l’épreuve de l’Union pour la Méditerranée

RABAT – MAROC

4-5 Décembre 2009

Vendredi 4 décembre 2009 :

 8 h 30 min : Enregistrement

 9 h 00 min : ouverture des travaux

 Allocution d’ouverture

M. André AZOULAY, Président de la Fondation Anna Lindh pour le Dialogue interculturel et Conseiller de sa Majesté le Roi Mohamed VI.

Mme Latifa AKHARBACH, Secrétaire d’Etat au Ministère des affaires Etrangères et de la Coopération

M. Ulrich Storck, Représentant résident de la Fondation Friedrich Ebert Stiftung au Maroc

M. Habib EL MALKI, Président du Groupement d’Etudes et de Recherches sur la Méditerranée

 Rapport Introductif

M. Driss KHROUZ, Secrétaire Général du G.E.R.M

 Séance 1 : Président M. Aziz HASBI, Chercheur Universitaire

 Axe 1 : Le Statut avancé et l’Union pour la Méditerranée : Quelles interactions et quelles perspectives communes ?

 10 h 20 min :

M.Nabil DHOGHI, Directeur des Affaires Européennes au Ministère des Affaires Etrangères et de la Coopération,  « Le Statut Avancé, la Politique de Voisinage et l’Union pour la Méditerranée au service d’un même dessein ».

 10 h 45 min :

M. Jérôme CASSIERS, Chef de Section au sein de la Délégation  de la Commission européenne à Rabat,  « Le Statut Avancé : Perspectives  Maroc UE »

11 h 10 min.

Pause café

11 h 30 min :

Débat

 12 h 20 min :

Denis AKAGÜL, maître de conférence à l’université de Lille-I et chercheur au laboratoire Médee (Mécanismes économiques et dynamique des espaces européens). 
 « Vertus et limites de l’intégration économique ».

 12 h 45 min :

M. Med BEN AYAD, Secrétaire Général du Centre National du Commerce Extérieur : « Statut Avancé : Quel convergence ? »

Perla COHEN, Professeur à l’Université de Toulouse : « Education,  Formation : Repères et perspectives ».

13 h 10 min :

Débat

13 h 35 min : Clôture de la séance

13 h 40 :

Déjeuner

Reprise de travaux

Séance 2 : Président Jaouad KARDOUDI, Président de l’association IMRI

15 H 00

Mme Perla COHEN, Professeur à l’Université de Toulouse : « Education,  Formation : Repères et perspectives ».

 15 h 25

15 h 50 min :

M. Moha MARGHI, Secrétaire Générale au Ministère d’Agriculture : « Les Négociations Agricole dans le cadre du Statut avancé ».

 16 h 15 min

Ivan MARTIN, Professeur et Chercheur Universitaire en Espagne et chargé des questions médit : « Des nouveaux instruments financiers pour un nouveau statut avancé?”,

16 h 40 min

Débat

 17 h 15 min : Clôture de la Séance

 17 h 30

Pause café

Samedi 5 décembre 2009 

 9 h 00 min :

Pause café

9 h 30min :

Ouverture des travaux

 Président de Séance: M. M. LOUKILI,  Professeur de Relations Internationales à la Faculté Mohamed V, Rabat.

Axe 2 : Les politiques et les mécanismes de mise en œuvre du Statut Avancé.

 9 h 50 min :

Henri REGNAULT,  « crise de régulation et construction Euromed: chance ou handicap ? »

10 h 20 min :

Mme Santonja MAYOR, Francisca,  Conseiller Exécutif  au Secrétariat d’Etat des relations avec l’Union européenne: « le rôle des collectivités locales dans le cadre du Statut avancé »

 11 h 00 min :

Mme Nezha ALAOUI, Chef de division aux Affaires étrangères et  M. Larbi JAIDI, Chercheur à la Faculté Med V : « le Statut Avancé, un Nouveau Régime de Coopération Euro méditerranéenne ? »

 11 h 30 min :

Samim AKGÖNÜL, Historien et politologue, « L’Union pour la méditerranée et la Turquie : entre méfiances et espoirs » 

 12 h 00 min :

Représentant de la  CGEM, en cours de confirmation

12 h 30 min :

Débat

13 h 30 min :

Clôture des travaux de la Rencontre

13 h 40 min 

Déjeuner

 ****************************************************************************

Rapport de synthèse : M.Driss EL ISSAOUI

You might recognize Jennifer and Rolando from their maternity session and their handsome son, Joaquin, from his newborn session. 

 This time I got to photograph Jennifer, her new family and her family, including mom, Judy; father, Ross; bother, Kyle and his children, Julia and Joel. Even Oliver, the canine child, got to take a few photos. 

We shot in Lake Plumas near Marysville in an orchard and at the levee. I just love autumn light… It’s like honey….

They were all so much fun! Please enjoy the rest…

Y aunque es verdad (creo que este año me he comprado como una docena de libros en la tienda online, y ya tengo la cesta repletita de próximos títulos a adquirir), mucho me temo que el comentarlo es poco más que una excusa para colgar en el blog la imágen que hay sobre estas líneas, que he encontrado en el blog Book lovers never go to bed alone…

Los próximos libros que tengo intención de encargar a la web? The Coffin Dancer de Jeffery Deaver (con la idea de ir haciéndome con la serie completa de novelas del detective Lincoln Rhyme, de la que he tenido ocasión de leerme ya The Bone Collector y The Vanished Man, y me han dejado un sabor de boca pero que muy agradable), A Storm of Swords de George R.R. Martin (también quiero completar la saga de Juego de Tronos), y The Road, de Cormac McCarthy, que no he parado de escuchar buenas críticas sobre él, y está a un precio irrisorio… Y claro, los tres volúmenes restantes de The Second World War de Winston Churchill!

Por otra parte, tengo intención también de empezar a comprarme los libros de la nueva edición de Discworld, que a pesar de tener ya varios de ellos en castellano, estoy absolutamente enamorado de la edición que está saliendo ahora, desde The Colour of Magic…

Así que si, yo también soy un adicto… en mi caso, a la tinta de imprenta, al olor a papel viejo, y al sonido que hace al pasar hoja. Y mientras tanto, van ya más de 30 libros este año, y aproximándome peligrosamente a las 17000 páginas…

Y para acompañar, unos minutos musicales:

Thanks to Mike Martin of Mash SF and Martin Clothing for the prize package. More to come…

“awwww…black love infactuation”

SO, maybe im not the easiest person to get along with. Or maybe my attitude ISNT at its best 24/7. Eh, maybe I CAN be a little rude and abbrasive to people when its not warranted. But, aside from all of those things i’ve learned alot from being single black female. IT SUCKS. Now, dont get me wrong, i’m not one of those females who falls into relationships to avoid being single. And lord KNOWs i’m definitely not one to thrive on male attention, or be bitter about past experiences that i’ve gone through with men. No bag lady am I. NOPE.  Behind all of the razor wire and cement lies a huge heart…AWW shut the hell up. And recently I have found someone to make me smile. Not smile like “aww he’s cute”, but really smile because i’m happy. deeply happy….”lol smiley face”. It may sound corny, but not alot of men these days are actual men gentlemen, and even more are in fear of communication. But miraculously I have found those things in this one person and then some. Maybe its a little early to say it will stay this way…but WHATEVS, i’m feeling good about it for now. But the point of this post is DEFINITELY not to gas his head up, but rather to explain some things i’ve learned about myself while going through this whole process of finding someone that makes me smile. He’s slowly melting my heart…Congratulations, YOU SUCK!

#1: Don’t stand in your own way.

Nothing is worse than seeing a female who will do anything to get a mans attention. Sleeping with a guy will definitely NOT make him walk away after humping a late night with you thinking “damn homie, i need to wife her RIGHT NOW!”. Chances are he is thinking the total opposite. Some females should just master being and loving themselves, because in the history of man real has ALWAYS recognized real. ALWAYS. Also, some people should be more optimistic in their lifestyles. Who wants to be with someone who is depressed and miserable all the damn time. I know I don’t, that ish is NOT whats hot in the streets. So please people, step out of the way of yourselves. Let someone break those walls of china down. ASAP.

#2: First impressions ARE important.

Think before you speak. Check your actions. Brush your teeth regularly. Iron your damn clothes! Although these things may sound very obvious, you would be so suprised at the number of people I know who dont know/do this. Whatever the occasion, always be prepared. As sad it may seem people judge you within the first 5 minutes of meeting you. How you carry yourself will make a huge impact on how people deal with you. Some people kill me thinking that they can fake and pretend their way into someone liking their personality. Fakeness has the stench of a effin skunk, so before you open your mouth with ish just make sure you brush your teeth afterwards. I commend a man who can be blatantly honest with me about things while still showing compassion (wink wink). It must be a learned skill..lol

#3: Don’t ignore the RED FLAGS!

If a man tells you he doesn’t want a girlfriend, and you know deep down you are looking for a relationship…RUN!

If a man tells you he has a crazy ex, and he can’t leave her alone because of X-Y-Z…RUN!

If he treats his momma like poo…RUN!

If he only calls you between the hours of 10pm-7am to come watch a “movie”…RUN!

Your intuition screams at you when something isn’t right, and more often than not if it doesnt sound/look/feel right it usually isn’t. So drop him like diddy’s pant..Just sayin.

#4: Keep your standards realistic.

Self-explanatory. You can’t walk into a luxury dealership with Hundai money and expect to walk out with a top of the line Bugatti. By no means am I saying settle for anyone with good D looks, I’m just stating that you can only ask for what you are giving. I’ve had so many conversations with females who will only want to date guys with degrees, nice cars, own place, no kids…BUT they stay with big mama, take the bus, and have 3 kids. CAH-RAZY. Enough said.

#5: NO ONE is perfect.

No man/woman is perfect. It’s just a matching game of which personalities fit together the best. Everyone makes mistakes, everyone has a past. Judging based on instances that occured before the person met you is so elementary. I live by the mantra “I am perfectly, imperfect”. So either like them or leave them alone. No one is a magical wizard, you CAN NOT change anyone but yourself. Take heed.

Anymore advice for those coping with single life? Did I miss any key elements of mastering the dating game? Does anyone agree with my key points? Is it different for men and women?

Kilde: Klassekampen Av Åse Brandvold

Skal man tro medieomtalen av barnebortføringer de siste årene, er det stort sett fedre som bortfører barna til muslimske land. De siste to ukene har saken om barna til Khalid Skah og Anne Cecilie Hopstock til og med blitt gjenstand for en diplomatisk krise mellom Norge og Marokko.

Mens Norge anser bortføringen som ulovlig, mener Marokko at Skah hadde retten på sin side. I kveld vil Skah holde pressekonferanse i Marokkos hovedstad Rabat og legge fram det han hevder er bevis for at forholdet til barna er godt.

Slike saker hører imidlertid til sjeldenhetene. Tall Klassekampen har innhentet fra Justisdepartementet viser at det i de fleste tilfeller er mor som gjennomfører ulovlige barnebortføringer.

83 prosent av bortføringene fra utlandet til Norge i perioden 2006 til og med 1. august i år, ble gjennomført av mor. I tilfeller av ulovlig barnebortføring fra Norge til utlandet, er det 30 prosent flere fedre som begår ugjerningen, men også her er mor i flertall.

Flest fra Sverige

De fleste barnebortføringer både til og fra Norge foregår over riksgrensa til Sverige. Siden 2004 har Justisdepartementet registrert til sammen 23 slike saker.

Theres Berggren hos sivilrettslig avdeling i Det svenske Utriksdepartementets konsuläravdeling, sier til Klassekampen at barnebortføringssaker mellom Norge og Sverige har vært stabilt høyt i mange år, men at de det siste året har merket en økning. Norge og Sverige har undertegnet Haagkonvensjonen, i tillegg til en europeisk og en nordisk konvensjon mot barnebortføring. For tida jobber Berggren med fem barnebortføringssaker, fire av dem er ulovlige etter Haagkonvensjonen.

- I tre av tilfellene er barna bortført til Norge. Det fjerde tilfellet er barnet bortført til Sverige, sier Berggren til Klassekampen.

Hun legger til at i to av de tre sakene hvor barna er bortført til Norge, er det norsk mor som har bortført barnet til Sverige.

- Det er jo mange tilfeller hvor norske kvinner gifter seg med svenske menn, og da kan slikt skje, sier Berggren og sier hun har et godt samarbeid med det norske Justisdepartementet.

Haagkonvensjonen

NRK Brennpunkt viste mandag en dokumentar om barnebortføring hvor de hadde fulgt mye omtalte Anne Cecilie Hopstock fra Oslo, og ikke fullt så mye omtalte Stig Simonsen fra Narvik. Sistnevnte hadde kjempet i to år for å få datteren sin tilbake til Norge, etter at ekskona gjennomførte en ulovlig bortføring av deres felles datter til Ukraina.

For at en barnebortføring skal anses som ulovlig etter Haagkonvensjonen, må gjenværende forelder ha rett til foreldreansvar for barnet, og forelderen må ha utøvet foreldreansvar på tidspunktet for bortføringen.

I slike tilfeller heter det seg at barnet skal utleveres til gjenværende forelder med en gang, men det gjelder bare når Haagkonvensjonen er undertegnet. Verken Marokko eller Ukraina har undertegnet Haagkonvensjonen.

Heller ikke i tilfeller der begge land har undertegnet Haagkonvensjonen, er det alltid det ender med at barnet blir sendt tilbake til gjenværende forelder. I mange tilfeller ender det med en minnelig ordning mellom de to foreldrene om at barnet blir hos den som bortførte barnet. Da anses den ikke lenger som ulovlig.

Narvik-mannen valgte å gi etter presset fra sin ukrainske ekskone og kom fram til en slags ordning. Til Sommeråpent på NRK sier han at han reiste ned til Ukraina, men valgte å ikke hente hjem datteren med makt, selv om han etter norsk lov kunne ha gjort det.

- Jeg så at hun hadde et normalt liv. Hun fikk mat og hadde en venninne, som hun snakket med på mobiltelefon. Da ble jeg mer rolig. Det hadde gått så lang tid at det ville skade henne å rive henne opp på nytt. Det tror jeg ikke ville vært bra for henne, sa Simonsen mandag.

Til nrk.no sier en rådgiver for foreldre som har opplevd barnebortføring at det er viktig at myndighetene demonstrerer en massiv vilje til å hente bortførte barn hjem

Han får støtte fra krisepsykolog Atle Dyregrov.

- Det er viktig å få barn raskt ut av en så traumatisk situasjon som det barnebortføring kan være, sier Dyregrov til nrk.no

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