It is what it is, because of what it was.I did what I did 'cause it does what it does.

Although I have never been a huge fan of The Roots, I have always had a soft spot for rap and hip hop as a genre so when I heard The Roots were entering center stage at Grieghallen in Bergen -of course I had to attend. I alerted my co-hip-hop enthusiast C, we reserved tickets, and then the preparations could begin. In the days before the concert I listened to The Roots at all hours of the day; at work, while doing the dishes and of course while I was sitting in front of my computer totally wrapped up in the wonderful world of facebook. At one point I found myself quoting The Roots during one of our Monday sales meetings at work:

Somebody's gotta be there when it gets ugly
Somebody's gotta be there when it gets bloody
Somebody's gotta get their hands dirty
Yo, it's a fucked up job but somebody's gotta do it

OK, I have to admit, that never really happened, but it would be kinda cool if it did... Anyway -

My three CD-s were playing non-stop for days so I felt pretty confident I would know most of their reportoar...although I was painfully aware of the fact that singing along would never be an option - these guys talk faster than I can think!

My friend and I fighted our way to the front row full of anticipation and we were not disappointed. From the moment The Roots entered the stage and until they left it two hours later, I had a permanent smile on my face. MAN these guys know how to make good music! Their energy on stage was amazing and oh so contagious. There is no doubt in my mind, these guys really love to play music, and it shows. The crowd was going crazy and I could swear the roof lifted more than once. It was truly one of my best concert experiences.

Respect The Roots, they grow deep!

Love,
E

Sweet mama what a lovely holiday!

Yes I have returned. The two weeks in lovely Rethymnon is over and I couldn't be more bummed. I really had a great time with my friend in the hot, hot, Greek paradise. OK, this may be a bit over the top, but seriously, this has been one of the greatest holidays ever.

We had a bit rough start. As our plane left Norway at 12 at night, and the plane did not provide enough comfort for a good nights sleep, we were quite tired when we arrived at six in the morning. Still, sleeping was not an option - we were here to get tanned, so we headed right for the beach. A scenario that repeated itself on a daily basis.

I will not bore you with the details so let me just summarize: The hotel was great, the beach was lovely, the local wine was...consumable, the free shots were many in numbers and impossible to turn down and we never got exactly the tan we were hoping for - just as projected.

This was not a holiday where sightseeing and cultural events were in focus. We opted for relaxation and fun, and I have to say we reached our goal. To me a great holiday has never been defined by sights and cultural events, but more with the people you meet and connect with. In that respect this holiday was excellent. Not to say we made friends for life, because we didn't, but the people we met most definitely coloured our vacation and made it memorable.

I dedicate this blog to our wonderful "friends" from Rethymnon;

- The cute and oh so young Swede at the worst disco in all of Rethymnon - "very horny every night".

- The bartender at our favourite bar who always provided the much needed free shots and who knew how to appreciate good music.

- The charismatic and somewhat strange Italian guy who made me "pasta ala Milo & Elisabeth" and let us in on the secret of the Da Vinci project.

- The danish Pamela-copy who showed us how to have a good time with all the wrong people

- The local sailor who drove miles after miles to enjoy "our" company.

- The power-walker at the beach that never missed a days workout.

- The waiter at our favourite Italian restaurant who were always there for me whenever I needed him to be.

- The oh so charming girl from Arendal who without knowing it became our Rethymnon favourite.

- " Skiatos", the hot, hot, hot guy at the strawberry bar who taught us a new favourite expression- Poof!

- The three Norwegians who were constantly sunburned and drunk.

- The cleaning lady who I'm sure "we" made quite an impression on.

- Chubby-Kjellis and Gay-Kjellis.

- The lovely Miros who taught us the importance of looking good on the beach.

And last but certainly not least a special tribute to my travelling companion who picked me up when I was down, fed me when I was hungry and never ever said no to a free drink. You are the best!

We love Crete!

E

My new favourite:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WTsk_R90iEM

Ahh... summer is here!

Yes, the day has come. When I left work today I though - I'm not coming back here for four weeks! It was a great feeling. Tonight I'm off to Greece for two weeks of fun and sun in deliciously hot Rethymnon ( or Rethynjemi as my co-traveler insists on calling it - I have no idea why she would insist on calling it something that makes me think of Finland - Matti Nykenen and pale skinny boys with gold necklaces... but she does. ) Our hotel is located on the beach (OK, there is a road dividing the hotel from the ocean, but it doesn't show on the pictures, so I'm pretty sure it's just made up by competitors or something). The hotel has no jacuzzi, no swimming pool, no breakfast and no friendly receptionist but we have two beds and an ocean view, so it's all good. 20 meters from the ocean and about 200 meters from downtown with shopping, restaurants and bars...I think we'll enjoy ourselves. My friend keep getting these warnings - be careful, the Greek boys can be quite charming... it makes me laugh. There is nothing we want more then meet some charming, local Greek fellas that can show us a good time!! I would be lying if I said we went to Greece for the good food and to get to know the culture...!

As always the goal for me packing-wise is to bring just the right number of party-tops, shoes and bikinis, but I'm pretty sure I've brought with me way to much this time to. But instead of re-packing, I will set my pride in wearing all five bikinis at least once! Oh well, time to do the last details of the packing and get going. My friend will be here in just about one hour to pick me up and we'll head for the airport and charming Rethymnon.

I wish you all a fun summer holiday. I will try to blog directly from Greece (Don't wanna let my hordes of fans down) but can't make any promises. Just rest assure that if you don't hear from me, I AM having fun! I can guarantee it.

Love,

E

The Foo keep on fighting - and they do it so well!

Last night Foo Fighters visited Bergen and me, my friends and about 20.000 others (here represented by the weird guy with writing on his forehead) went to see them live at Koengen. An outdoor concert is always risky, especially when it's been raining all week, but the weather Gods were kind and kept the dark clouds away. As I'm not a huge Foo Fighters fan, I didn't have big expectations to the concert, which made it even greater when the concert turned out to be energetic, entertaining and fun! They played a lot of songs from the one CD I have (...) so I could actually sing along to some of the songs - this may not have enriched the concert experience for my fellow consertfriends, but it made it a whole lot more fun for me. I have seen from their music videos they have a good sense of humour, but I was still surprised by the vocalists ability to make the audience burst out in laughter. Truly a funny guy. My favourite quote: "Oh my God, you guys are crazy... are you aware of that you just applauded to an triangle solo???"

The music is one part of the experience, but this night it was just as much about all the other little things... hanging out with friends eating and drinking working eachother up talking about the concert and what fun we are about to have. Flirting with the cute guy a couple of meters away while The Foo were working their magic onstage. And of course the visit to our favourite club afterwards. It was a Wednesday a bit out of the ordinary for me - staying out until four in the morning knowing I had to get up early the next day and do an honest days work for ohh...about 8 hours... I must admit when the alarm went of at 7.30 I didn't really feel well rested, still I wouldn't be the experience without. And the Foo Fighters have got themselves a new fan.

Love,

E

"The movie"

Yes it's here - Sex & the city - the movie. I am a great fan of the TV series so when I heard they were making a movie to get the big closure I was quite trilled. So, last night I went to see it together with my sister. We came well prepared - dressed to kill (or amuse at least) and with a couple of home-made cosmopolitans ... Our shoes were not exactly Manolos but the heals were high and thin - just as they should be. Our fear of being a bit overdressed - I mean, we were just going to the movies - were completely unnecessary . As we got close to the movie theater we see girls - lots of them, and they are all in high heels and cute dresses. Obviously this TV-series has a lot of fans and they were all here to see the four fashion freaks one last time.

Then: Now:

I have to say, I was not disappointed. I got all I had hoped for - laughter, tears, great lines and lots and lots of fashion! And the girls were just as fabulous as they were when the series were on, not much had changed - Charlotte who has always been lousy at playing the "mad" scenes actually made the audience laugh when she was at her most angry - of course all the botox doesn't help the mimic...

The one who had aged the most in my opinion was actually the absolute hunk - Smith. What?? Of course, a picture is in order...! But I go for the early-day one... you can blame me if you want, but it won't make a difference.

Jennifer Hudson was a fresh new face and she was lovely in the role as Carries assistant - also the series needed a black character - they are in New York for heavens sake! I liked her so much that I chose to ignore the question that kept popping into my head whenever her character was on the screen - does one really hire a personal assistant just because one is so heartbroken one can't stand the thought of unpacking?? I guess in New York one does.

OK, so I mentioned the broken heart, so of course I should include a picture of the beloved and hated Mr. Big - "I curse the day your were born" He IS handsome in a devilish kind of way and a natural part of the movie.

All in all I really liked the movie, as I had seen the trailer there were no big surprises. It was not all sunshine and happiness, but that's never been the thing in this series. Even though the characters in this show are a bit (I could say "tiny bit" but I would be lying) prettier, richer and more successful than me, I do recognize myself and my friends in the characters and I guess that's why I'm so fond of them. Sex and the city is one of my favourite shows ever and it's great that they managed to pull of the movie in such an entertaining and emotionally way. Indeed a worthy closing.

Two very enthusiastic thumbs up!

Love,
E

Holiday kick-off

it's important to have something to look forward to. That way it's easier to cope with the everyday hassle. So when my friend suggested we have a holiday kick-off to mark that "the holiday is one month away, and we are getting exited -now!" my immediate response was "YEEEY! I'm in!"

As it turns out, the kick off is not all that different from an ordinary vorspiel with wine, good music and good friends, but I'm still exited. In exactly 27 days I'll be on board a plane taking me to sunny, joyful Greece. We are guaranteed sun, we are guaranteed strong drinks and we are guaranteed flirty, tanned guys - all important ingredients in a summer holiday!!

This year I'm travelling with a very good friend of mine - she is blond and pretty as most of my friends are..! We have never been on holiday together before, but I'm pretty confident I wont discover any weird habits I don't already know about (charming perhaps, but not weird). She has told me that she needs eight hours sleep but that she's willing to do parts of the sleeping on the beach (there's no need to take it out on the late-night-partying) and that she's not a fan of dressing up when she's on holiday. In return I have told her that my sense of direction is terrible and that I'm not a light packer, ( actually my sister told her these things...still). So far so good. These are all things we can work around, the rest we'll have to take as it comes.

None of us are new beginners when it comes to travelling abroad and we are strong, healthy girls with just the right amount of decency and good sense, so just because we're both blonds I see no reason to fear any big mistakes or tragic outcome..... still this is what I told myself and everybody around me last year and that didn't quite turn out the way we planned...

Ahh...you want the story from last summer don't you. Fine, I'll tell you! Last year I went to Barcelona with another friend of mine. Also blond and very pretty. We got the warnings; be careful, don't drink to much, don't be naive to friendly strangers - a friend of us even called the Norwegian embassy in Barcelona telling them we were coming and to please keep an eye on us... (OK, he SAID he had done that, I haven't really got confirmed that it actually got done. Anyway). We took in all the friendly warnings with a sigh and responded to each and everyone of them: "Come on! What's gonna happen??" Now in the light of the afterwisedom (if that word makes sense) I see that they all had a point. Anyway.

Just to get the most out of our money and make sure we had a nice long travel, we ordered the trip with two in-between-landings. The first one went OK. Had some lunch at the airport in Copenhagen, did some long-distance-flirting with some Italian guys (what?? Come on, that's part of the trip and you know it!) and arrived safely at airport number 2 - Hamburg. We checked out the gate - number 21 - the flight was in route so we headed straight for the tax free. As we got caught up trying on various perfumes - we lost track of time and had to run to our gate. Luckily we knew exactly where it was so we had no panic even if all other passengers had entered the plane. We strolled to the gate and handed our tickets to the friendly woman at the gate. She smiles and in a friendly voice she asks "are you girls going to Barcelona?" , we smiled back and responded cheerfully- "yeah!". Her response "hmmm, yes, 'cause WE are going to Berlin" quickly got us back on the ground and we hasted towards the right gate. No panic - we made it in time and all was good.

When we landed in Barcelona our baggage arrived just as planned and we go towards the custom. My friend went first, and got right through. Me on the other hand was stopped by the elderly guard asking me " where did you come from Miss?" My head went totally blank - and all I could think was that the last airport started with the letter "H" - could it be Honduras?? ( yeah, geography is not one of my strong sides) The guy was starting to look at me strangely and in desperation I call out to my friend "where did we come from??" This ridiculous question (yes, you don't have to tell me, I know I should have known! ) just made her laugh and as she couldn't stop laughing and help me out, the guard decided to lend me a helping hand by offering me some alternatives (what a nice guy) He says: "Oslo?" "YES" i replied happily. This whole incident obviously convinced him that I was not able to smuggle anything so he let me pass.

Great start I thought, this can't get anymore embarrassing...Man was I wrong. We had decided that even if it was a bit hassle, we should take the buss to the metro and the metro to the hotel. We find the bus-stop, the bus arrives and I enter. I turn around to see if my friend needs help with her two(!) pieces of luggage (which her boyfriend had ensured her would be no more hassle than one- boy was he wrong) but as I turn around, the door closes and the bus starts moving. I'm yelling to the driver to stop and my friend is trying to push all kinds of buttons to open the door, but the bus keeps moving and I desperately see my friend get further and further away.


By this point I'm starting to panic a little and starts talking to myself in Norwegian - "What an idiot". "What is he doing" "This is NOT happening". Caught up in my own furie I hardly notice that the bus stops, and all passengers get off. Relieved by the outcome of this strange situation I start laughing and get of the bus. I run back to find my friend who is standing at the bus-stop laughing, laughing and laughing. I think we stood there almost ten minutes before we could stop laughing and stand up straight. And this was just day1...

Like I said - what could happen?? Obviously a lot, but as long as it ends well there's no harm. And, not to forget, we have lots of good stories to tell our friends. I mean we spent two whole weeks in Barcelona and didn't get robbed once! I think that's pretty good. And the part of the holiday where we got drugged by some strangers are all forgotten now....! Really!

Man I can't wait for my next holiday!!

Love,
E

Have you guys been smokin'?

I laugh to much. This may sound strange, but I do. And it's not an easy going, soft, cosy kind of laughter, it's impulsive, it caches people off guard and it is LOUD! I have always set my pride in having an impulsive laughter, not the controlled low-key laughter that some people have. I have always wondered how that is even possible. I often hear or see funny things that makes me burst out in laughter and I often think to myself there is no way I could control that from happening. And that's the way it should be I guess.

Still, there are times where I really wish I could control it though. Like the time me and a couple of friends attended a quite stiff event with dinner and entertainment. Under a classical trumpet solo I find myself thinking that it's not often I attend cultural events like this, and even though I could use the cultural training, this really isn't my kind of music. I realize that me being in this situation is quite strange and that's when I look up and see my friend sitting across the table with a smirk smile on her face. I just know then and there that we are both in deep trouble. If you haven't experienced the uncontrolled urge to laugh yourself it's hard to understand. To me it just feels like I'm about to burst. Bubbles are made in my stomach and they want out. I look down, take a deep breath and try to think of something sad - war, children starving, me being over 30 and still single, but it's out of my hands. Even though I'm not looking directly at her I can see that my friend is in trouble - her whole body is shaking and she is staring down at the floor. She is not making a sound and neither am I but we are fighting, really fighting to keep from laughing. It's so embarrassing and yet we are unable to stop it!! The other people at our table are starting to look at us in a strange way and I can tell what they are thinking; Stupid girls, they should know better" Still, there's nothing we can do except wait for it to pass...

As my laughter is quite loud I often bring unwanted attention to myself when I laugh. And there is one incident in particular that made a mark in my soul. Not to long ago I went on a company trip to Aberdeen. Three days of shopping, sightseeing and bar-hopping. Like any company trip with respect for itself there was a lot of alcohol involved and the last day we ended up at a nachspiel that lasted until seven in the morning. As we had some last-minute shopping to do before returning back home, we were "forced" to get up at ten o'clock so naturally we were a bit tired. But while some of my coworkers (who had taken an early night...suckers) had terrible hangovers, I felt great. In fact I think I was still a bit drunk when we entered the plane and so was my fellow passenger seated next to me, and just so happens, we were seated all the way in the back of the plane - kinda like the bad-ass kids at school.

As we get up in the air the mood was rising, we were making jokes, reminiscing about the last couple of days and of course we were laughing. In the middle of a great laugh a stuard comes over to me and my colleague and says " have you guys been smokin'?" As I look up at him I see he's holding two fingers up to his lips pretending to smoke a marijuana cigarette. A bit thrown off by the unexpected question we just respond: "Ehhh...no!" His followup comment is even more shocking: " Really?? Cause when people laugh like that, they've usually been smoking some... and here he does the sign AGAIN!! We just look at each other and laugh a bit nervously - not so loud this time as we are a bit anxious we will get thrown off the plane...! We decided to slow down a bit after that and a couple of minutest later my colleague was sound asleep. Me, I was still a bit shocked. I knew my laughter was loud, but not smokin'-loud!

I was later on told by a colleague who seated a bit in front of us on the plane that the two stuardes had been discussing "the two loud passengers in the back". One of them had apparently said: it's so loud, nobody laugh like that - they are grown ups!" Well, I guess if that's being a grown up I still have a lot of growing to do. And I can't say that I'm sorry about it, 'cause MAN if you can't just roll on the floor and laugh out loud sometimes, you are really missing out! Seriously!

Doc almighty

I just had a trip to the doctor. The reason why is not important (a visit to the doctor is a personal thing, you shouldn't even be asking!) but I always find it a bit amusing. I really respect those who chooses to become doctors, because I think it's admirable that they want to spend their life helping others, and also I just assume they are very smart as you need good grades to get into med.school. That's why I automatically assume they know everything and can solve every little problem I may have just by handing me a this-will-solve-your-problems-pill. BUT, this is not always the case. I find my doctor a bit funny - he doesn't mean to be, but I'm still amused by his unclear answers to whatever I ask. Nothing is certain, there are always a number of different reasons for my problems and just as many things that can happen after taking the medicine he gives me. Still I always leave feeling better than when I came. Confused, but better.

I would like to share with you some of my favourite doctor Rufus's quotes:

- "it's not dangerous, so it's nothing to worry about, but if it's any consolation - this is the worst case I have ever seen"

- "Well, I guess this could be a bit uncomfortable, but we are not 17 years old any of us, so it should be fine" - spoken as I enter "the chair".

Dedicated to Doctor Rufus - my hero.

Love,

E

17th of May

The 17th of May is Norway's national day. People walk in parades holding the Norwegian flag high, they dress up in their beautiful national "costume" bunad and they eat ice cream until their stomachs turns. At least this has been the traditional way to celebrate. But the times are changing. I love to observe people and notice little oddities that most people don't bother seeing or find amusing at all. To me these observations are what makes a day fun, and the 17 of May is a great way to observe my fellow Norwegians.

One of the things that has changed, is that the Norwegian flag seems to have been replaced by the much more popular gas-balloons in various shapes, colours and forms - all ugly and all in miss-match to the bunad most people wear. My favourite from yesterdays parade was a motorcycle-shaped gas-balloon. The little fella holding the balloon seemed quite happy though. Bless his confused heart. Another little fella was fighting his way through a buss packed with people with a horse hanging in a leash behind him. It was quite funny watching this little person marching out of the buss totally unaware of the chaos he created behind him with the balloon getting caught up in peoples purses, clothes and flags. He made it though, both he and his brown gas filled horse got out safely.

It's no secret, gas-balloons and public transportation (or any transportation really) does not go well together. A couple of years ago my sister and I observed one of the guys selling gas-balloons trying to get home. He had not managed to sell all of his balloons, and watching him trying to get himself and his 12 gas-balloons into a cab was quite amusing.

I realize MY celebration of our national day has changed to. Stuffing myself with ice cream isn't the main-goal anymore. This year i watched the parade (looking for good-looking men in their best clothing - this has become a tradition ever since I became single... ) I had a nice meal at a Mongolian restaurant (!) and ended the evening at a masc-ball. I lost my jacket and had a bit to much to drink, but it was still a great evening. And who's to say there's only ONE way to celebrate the national day??

Of all the good looking up-dressed people I saw yesterday I choose to dedicate this column to the guy I observed at the buss -stop. He had a perfectly fitted, grey suit on, a bow on his jacket and a grey bicyle helmet on his head...! He had me laughing for several minutes.


Love,
E

Siss - my musical influence...

Every since I went to the U.S. WONDERFUL-A about ten years ago I have been addicted to the R&B/ hip hop genera. And ever since, my sister has tried to influence me in another direction. Exposing me to different types of music and trying to convince me that expanding ones musical horizon is a wonderful and necessary thing.

Well, so far I have been fighting her all the way. As the little sister who has been "bossed around" all my life, I didn't wait more than a second after entering "adulthood" (if I in fact can say I have entered it) to become very independent -nobody can tell me what to do!! (unless they are my mother of course, but those are the rules) And that includes what music to listen to.

So, instead of welcoming her well-meaning input I have done the only thing natural to me - I have mocked her for her "weird and hopeless" music taste. And I have to say, sometimes with good reason. I still firmly believe that the Balkan orchestra she speaks so highly of will not be a natural part of my CD-collection, not now, not ever! Still I should give her more credit. Because more than once, when I've given "her" music a chance, I've actually liked it.

Last night is a proof of that. She took me and a friend (lets call her doc - because...well, she is one) to my favourite hangout-place "G" for a concert with a Norwegian folk-group. Yeah, I know what you're thinking - folk music, how much fun can that be? But I'm telling you, this group rocks! They do thing with their violins I've never seen beeing done before, and the result is pumping, youthful and fun. Check out my link on the right hand side: Valkyrien Allstars and let me know what you think.

Love,

E

Atchooo!!

YES, I have got the cold. Not all that exciting to write about perhaps, still, this is also a part of my life, even if it's dead boring.

I once overheard some young students sitting behind me on the plane talking about having the cold. The guy who did most of the talking had just seen a tv-programme about this where they had convinced him that we all have millions of little people inside our body keeping us healthy. You know how students can be, they've just started their new life, full of excitement, eager to experience every little idiotic thing. Therefore having a cold was enough to keep this guy going at least half the flight about this topic. And the biggest question he had was that if it was in fact true that we had millions of little people keeping us healthy, than who the hell was on post when he got this coold???!!!

Well, he might believe this to be true. Me, on the other hand, well I'm not that convinced. I wish I could blame Pedro, Miguel or Paulo (yes, in my head they are all foreign and very good looking) but fact of the matter is...I did not dress according to the weather when I went out last night - and this is the price I have to pay.

E

Happy birthday to me

Thanks for all the wonderful greetings and funny wishes for my big day.

Love,

E

32 going on 25

Yes, this has been my description of myself since…well I guess since the day I turned 26. This whole age-thing sure is a tricky matter. As a teenager you strive to look as old as possible, eager to turn 18 so you can get into the cool clubs, get your drivers license and buy your own wine. This is all nice, good, and great even, but it doesn’t last very long.

It just occurred to me that I only for a very short period of my life have been comfortable being the age I actually was. I think from age 20-23 I was comfortable with my age (not body and soul though, but you can’t have everything) Up until this point my life as a shy, strange-looking girl with a boyish haircut didn’t find life all that exciting. As I “came into my own” as “they” say (realizing that blond was the way to go and that the boyish haircut had to become history, forever!), I had some nice years before the anxiety took a grip of my heart, body and soul. The whole - “I’m XX years old, I should have accomplished this and that by now” started occupying my thoughts, and it still does.

BUT, instead of draping my self in self-pity and velvet (‘cause everyone knows that’s not socially acceptable) I have decided to take a moment (not to say goodbye, this is reality, not “the batchelor”) to reflect on this last year. New wisdom has been stored and will be used for all it’s worth in the year that lies ahead of me. Here are some of them.

- Finding a one night stand isn’t that hard as long as you know what signals to send out ( it took me a long time, but I finally cracked the code - ignoring them isn’t always the way to go)

- If you like a guy, having a one-night-stand isn’t the way to build a relationship (ok, I knew this in theory, but now I know it for a fact)

- Asking a guy to do the dishes before he leaves in the morning is never a good idea (even if it feels natural at the time)

- Exercise can be a lot of fun if you have the right work-out-buddy and it actually give results to. (some not visible to my surroundings, but nevertheless real to me)

- Mixing vine, cocktails and beer is no problem as long as you make sure you top it with some baileys.

- People asking you to show your ID isn’t doing it to flatter you, they actually DO think you are 18!

- Two whole front teeth is not to be taken for granted.

- Curling can be a very dangerous sport!

- New friends can be found right around the corner. And even though you don’t know their name, that doesn’t mean they can’t be your friends (this one is dedicated to Kjakan - we ARE friends, you just don’t know it…yet)

and last but certainly not least

- if you set yourself some goals ( even if it’s just for one evening) - it is in fact possible to reach them.

So, what has brought all this philosophy on you might wonder. Well, the sad fact is, that tomorrow I turn 32. I am officially a 32 year-old trapped in a 25-year old mind, heart and some would say body…

Therefore, on this last day as 31 I would like to dedicate this text to:

- the doorman at my favourite club asking for my ID.
- the cute 25 year old who thought I was “his age”.
- and my great friends who celebrated my birthday yesterday who had the curtesy and the kindness to wish me a “Happy 25th birthday”

Bless your hearts!

Love,
E - 31 (for two more hours)

How much excitement is too much?

After last weekend I think it’s safe to say I know my limits.

As one half of the party-committee at work I work my ass of trying to find new fun and exciting things to do so my colleagues will bond beautiful friendships outside the office. As I’ve been part of the committee for a while now, the new ideas seem to be further and further apart. So when my co-party-planner and I heard about a new place opening where you could play curling we thought…OK, it’s dead boring to watch, but it could still be a fun way for our fellow computer geeks to spend a Friday evening. We decided to book the place and threw in the offer of tapas and wine at their cosy restaurant with a fireplace.

It started off a bit slow - the guy telling us the rules were not the most humorous guy, and our attempts of jokes did not fly well. Despite this (or maybe because of it, who knows)I had an excellent start, the first game I secured 4 points (for the record that was the highest single point-score all evening….) for my team and was pretty happy with myself. Already then I started thinking about maybe playing curling professionally. OK it may not be the hottest sport for a young, fairly attractive female as myself, but would it be right to waste this God-given talent? Would I be able to live with myself if I wasted more of my life outside the curling court/ rank (??)As the game kept going it became fairly clear that my good score were less talent, and more new-beginners luck. We started loosing points and by this point two of my colleagues had got injuries from falling on the ice. Some were talking about quitting the whole game and go get some beers, but we decided to stay on. And that’s when it happened.

Actually, I’m still not quite sure exactly how it happened, but somehow I loose my balance and falls, head first, onto the ice. Strangely enough it didn’t really hurt, I was mostly shocked, cause in front of me I see part of a tooth…! I put my hand to my mouth and my teeth does not feel like they usually do…plus…there’s blood. I’m sitting on the ice a bit confused as my colleagues approach me with concern on their faces. One asks to see if I’m injured, and as a response, I open my mouth and show my teeth. It was safe to say from the expression on her face it did NOT look good. She puts her hand over her mouth with an “Oh my God!” I’ll tell you right now, that’s not the reaction you want people to have when they see you. More people came over to check on me, and they all had the same reaction. It turned out my two front teeth were broken in half…I tell you, I looked liked one of the Norwegian trolls they sell in the souvenir shop and trust me, they are not famous for their good looks.

As I was still in shock (even more as the seconds went by) one of my good colleagues took charge of the situation and before I knew it, I was in a car headed thowards the emergency room with two halfs of my front teeth in a plastic cup. I was lucky. The dentist on call was excellent, and one hour later, he had glued the pieces back on and you couldn’t even see that my teeth had been broken. Amazing! So…with everything fixed I saw no reason for not joining the others for some beers. The others were very impressed with my appearance at the party after the incident and I would be lying if I said I didn’t like the extra attention… People keep asking me what happened that day and as I can’t quite remember the details, I simply say “my team was loosing, I had to do something…”

I still have some angziety every-time I have to chew with my front teeth, but it’s getting better each day. But as for curling… even though I know saying it is a extreme sport would be going over board, I don’t think I’ll ever say that curling is boring or safe for that matter. And I promise you, I will never try it again!

If you after reading this still thinks curling could be fun… just look at the picture below and ask yourself - how much do you like YOUR teeth?






And people say curling isn’t a high-risk sport…!

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Me, myself and I

As a single girl passed thirty I do my best to keep up with societys expectations to my kind. YES, I stay in shape, YES, I do my best to meet ”the right guy”, and YES, I’m trying to learn how to cook! Do I make mistakes on my way? I think it’s safe to say I do. Should I have known better 90% of the time? Maybe so. But do I have fun along the way? Most definitely!
Something tells me you would have fun reading about it to, and that's why I’ve decided to start blogging…
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