Sunday, 7 December 2014

2. Søndag i Advent - en slags fremskridt...

 "Nååååh, hva' får sådan en sø'ej pige så en Advents-søndag til at gå med?"

- Well, hvis hun er vognmandsdatter, så er det da højst tænkeligt at en del af den går med hovedrengøring i hendes fars lastbil :-)

Jævnfør gårsdagens indlæg om at have haft alt for travlt på det seneste så har jeg sparket det værste rod til side, men ikke støvsuget.  Sat Julepynt i vinduerne, og gjort mit bedste for at ignorere de yderst Halloween-autentiske spindelvæv i hjørnerne.  Aet marsvinet, og besluttet at han nok alligevel er bedst tjent med at jeg ikke laver nisselandskab i et hjørne af buret (ej, det var altså bare for sjaw). Og droppet småkagebagningen fordi det rent faktisk er mere hyggeligt at hænge ud med sin far nede i garagen.

Og lige om lidt er kalenderlyset også ved at være med...  OG, jeg har købt hele 2 Julegaver. 

...

Okay, det med de to Julegaver er faktisk dårligt nyt. De blev nemlig købt i slutningen af November, og faren ved at lave den slags stunts er, at man bliver indlullet i en falsk tryghedsfornemmelse af at være "i god tid".  Og vi ved jo alle, hvordan det så går ...

Nå. Pyt. Der er æbleskiver der skal spises og Julefilm der skal ses.  Vi skrives ved!


@ N ~ my calendar is starting to look less jam-packed now.  The social whirlwind of the past 3 weeks is more or less over (now I just need work to quieten down too), and I am catching my breath.

I spent part of the afternoon with my dad, cleaning out the cab of his truck. Which was quite a monumental task (....) but it was also very nice to spend time together like that, and very nice for me to be able to help him for once. 9.5 times out of 10 it's the other way round.

I've kinda-sort of made progress with the living room - in reality this means shoving the mess to one side, putting out Xmas decorations, and succesfully ignoring the very Halloween-esque cobwebs in the corners. This, along with the two presents I purchased back in November, is helping me get lulled into a false sense of catching up with things :-)

The candle is also catching up on its countdown to Christmas.

Today, however, it's not just a count-down candle, it's also a good-vibes-and-get-well-soon greeting to one of my friends who is in hospital.

Get well soon, "Bear".  You're a very important person - really for real!





Saturday, 6 December 2014

Christmas - TOTALLY on track. Ahem.

So. This is how far I am with my "calendar candle" as they're called here in Denmark. Rather symptomatic for how far I am with most things actually. 



And since there aren't many things worse than December stress (at least, not on the petty level) I have decided that some things probably just won't happen this year. Gingerbread house for example (*sniffles*). Home made glögg (mulled wine). Lots of my other optional extras. 

There WILL be an awesome tree, of course. And I've actually written some Christmas cards and while there is a fair bit of ground to cover between the writing and the actual posting of them - talking from experience here - they're sitting in my bag which means I probably *will* get around to sending them - on the 19th or thereabouts...

But the other stuff I usually enjoy making and doing will happen strictly on an only-if-I-really-do-have-the-time basis. Instead I will make a decent effort to consume a lovely bottle of port I have sitting here ('sgonna be a tough job), bake a batch of my favourite Xmas cookies without eating all the dough raw ('sgonna be even tougher) and just sit back and enjoy this most wonderful time of the year. Yup. 

PS. Yeah. Been busy lately. As you probably guessed. 

PPS Viggo says hi. There is always time for piggie cuddles :-)



Posted from iPhone 

Tuesday, 11 November 2014

We believe in love

Best section ever in the free newspaper - I think we should have something like this :-)

I'll go first, shall I?

"To Nicholas (?) at the AVIS call center in Barcelona who called me "early contender for caller of the week" - I always hope to get you when I call. Please tell me you're not a 22-year-old with an all-consuming interest in body building and tequila slammers?"

Signed Travel Goddess from the cold north

Feel free to add yours in the comments section and I'll make sure to share them with the rather exclusive group of people who read this blog ;-)    (Not quite "viral", but the best bunch o' readers you ever did see)


Iphone billeder fra verdens bedste sektion i den engelske udgave af Metro Express. Det skal vi da have herhjemme!

Jeg starter lige en her på bloggen:

"Til Nicholas (?) på AVIS Call centeret i Barcelona, som udnævnte mig til "tidlig kandidat til Ugens Opkald" - jeg håber altid det er dig, der tager telefonen når jeg ringer. Please sig at du ikke er en 22-årig bodybuilder-fanatiker med overdreven hang til tequila slammers"

Underskrevet Rejsegudinden fra det kolde nord

- hvis du har et tilsvarende budskab på hjerte kan du jo skrive det i kommentarfeltet. Så skal jeg sørge for at det bliver delt med den eksklusive skare som udgør denne blogs læsere. Ikke verdens største flok, men så afgjort den bedste :-)






Sunday, 9 November 2014

25 Jahre...

I disse dage fejrer Berlin og resten af Tyskland og resten af verden, at det er 25 år siden Berliner-Muren faldt.

Femogtyve.

Det er længe siden.

I '89 var jeg lige fyldt 13. Dengang som nu var jeg ikke verdens mest politisk bevidste dyr. Jerntæppet som gik ned gennem Europa var simpelthen bare noget som var der, sådan som det havde været hele mit liv.  Vi havde lidt om det i historie eller samfundsfag, men ærlig talt så gik jeg nok en del mere op i om Thomas J syntes om min nye permanent eller ej  (hint: det kan han umuligt have gjort). Det nærmeste jeg kom Østblokken var, at min venindes forældre havde en Trabant - jeg har kørt ganske mange kilometer i dette legendariske køretøj.

Men jeg kan huske, at mine forældre så meget fjernsyn i den periode.  Og sommeren efter, da vi skulle på bilferie i Italien, myldrede de vesttyske motorveje med Trabanter - ikke bare den sennepsgule version jeg kendte så godt, men alskens farver og totalt proppede med passagerer og bagage. Nu skulle østtyskerne ud og køre Autobahn.

Og jeg kan tydelig huske da vi kørte hjemad og min far tog en noget østligere rute end han tidligere havde haft mulighed for.  Det var første gang i mit liv, jeg oplevede en så kæmpe forskel på to (tidligere) nabolande når man krydsede en grænse.  Sådan som jeg husker det, var der meget gråt. Og vejene var temmelig hullede. Og i øvrigt lige så proppede med Audi'er og Mercedes'er, som de vesttyske motorveje var fulde af Trabi'er.

Nu er jeg så blevet en hel del ældre og en smule klogere, og jeg sidder og bliver sådan lidt rørt over TV udsendelserne, og scenerne med jublende tyskere med særdeles dårligt 80'er hår.  Kæft hvor ser Europa anderledes ud end da jeg var lille. Kæft hvor er jeg da blevet en gammel stjærv. Og kæft hvor har jeg da forsømt min lille blog her i efteråret.

Men om 3 uger er det første søndag i Advent, og så starter Julen!!

(må man i den forbindelse kraftigt anbefale en tur til netop Tyskland, hvis man skal på en lille romantisk December-weekend med kæresten? Og da i særdeleshed Lübeck, som jeg aflagde visit for 2 år siden. De er ræddi gode til det med Jul; jeg siger det bare :-)




@ N ~ I'm feeling a bit nostalgic this weekend (and easing my way back into blogging by subjecting you to it, of course)

This weekend marks the 25th anniversary of the fall of the Berlin Wall.

Now, when the Wall fell, I was 13 years old.  I knew about the Iron Curtain and the divide between Western and Eastern Europe, but I didn't really give it any thought.  For me, it was just the way things were - a fact of life really.

And to be honest, I spent a lot more time thinking about whether or not Thomas J from my class liked my new perm (spoiler: the answer to that has to be no. Oh my god, ze poodle.)  

My only tangible point of contact with communism and the Eastern Bloc was the Trabant that my friend's parents owned. This is one of the very rare cases where I brag about being a sort of vicarious first-mover  -  I rode in Trabi's waaaay before they became cult here :-)

I know exactly how the gear shift in this one sounds :-)


The following summer we drove to Italy and the German Autobahns were full of Trabi's and other exotic cars, all jam-packed with baggage and passengers. On the way home my Dad grabbed the opportunity of taking a rather more easternly route than in previous years and the thing I remember the most was how incredibly different everything looked once we crossed the previous border. It wasn't just a different country; it was a different time.  In my memory, buildings were very grey - and the roads were full of holes (they were also full of Audi and Mercedes cars)

So now I'm a quarter of a century older and hopefully a tad wiser, and I did feel a lump in my throat as I was watching old TV footage of exhilarated Germans with their very bad 80's haircuts and their overwhelming joy of no longer being physically separated from friends, family, and basically the Western half of Europe if not the World.

OMG, Europe looks very different from when I was a kid. OMG, I am such an old fart (fartress?). OMG, it's been ages since my last blog post.

But in just 3 weeks, it will be the first Sunday of Advent and thus the official start of Christmas!! Wheeee :-)









Monday, 6 October 2014

Sunday, 5 October 2014

Yndlingslektyre



Så længe jeg kan huske har min familie fået FDM's medlemsmagasin "Motor" - og så længe jeg kan huske (også længe inden jeg selv blev bilejer) har min absolutte favoritlæsning været Brevkassen. Tæt efterfulgt af Ventilen, hvor harmdirrende bilister opfordrer De Andre til at bruge langlyset korrekt, holde til højre på motorvejen, osv.

Talrige glade stunder har jeg tilbragt med at læse om synsfri sammenkobling, motorvejstilladelser i Albanien, og vigtigheden af korrekt dæktryk. Det er ikke alt der hænger lige godt ved - faktisk alt for lidt - men det mindsker ikke fryden.

Og man kan få svar på ALT - således også hvorfor det ikke er tilladt at montere et "melodiøst fanfarehorn" selv om et sådant ellers ville klæde ens vogn utroligt godt.

Til ære for dem, der skulle føle sig fristet, kan jeg jvf nedenstående oplyse at bødetaksten er tusind kroner.  Men om det vil være så velegnet til at fange ungpigers opmærksomhed, at man vurderer, at det ville være dét værd - det vil jeg lade være op til den enkelte ...





@ N ~ as you know, I like to read. All kinds of things.  Including the small print on the bottles of cleaning liquids people often keep stashed next to the loo, if I need to be there for some time.

One of my favourites is the Q&A section in the magazine published by the Danish equivalent of the AAA organisation. Even before I had my own car I would happily read all the questions and answers about tow hooks, correct tyre pressure, and road licenses in Albania. The information you can glean is priceless - sadly, not much of it sticks in my head but that does not dampen my enthusiasm.

This one was a bit cute. The question goes: "it would really suit my car with a melodious horn for festive occasions. What is the fine for this, and why is it not allowed?"

Incidentally and only slightly off-topic, this reminds me of this sign from a Japanese car rental company that I once saw in a book about us foreigners grappling with the English language: "If a passenger of foot heave in sight, tootle the horn. Trumpet melodiously at first but if he still obstacles your passage then tootle with vigour"

Evidently, the person who sent in this question would like to be able to trumpet melodiously - alas, the fine for this is DKK1,000 (around $170). The legal person answering the question ventures a guess that it is illegal because the purpose of a car horn is to warn other drivers of imminent danger - not attracting the attention of young ladies.

Thus, we must content ourselves with "tootling with vigour", it would seem.  As to whether or not a "melodious trumpeting" would attract sufficient female attention to justify the fine, I really cannot say...

Last but not least, here is a picture of the blogging process. If you think that my blog posts have become rather irregular - well, let me say in my defense that the writing process does have certain obstacles of its own.... :-)


Who can work with this cuteness being in the way??

Wednesday, 17 September 2014

Behold, I bring you good tidings of great joy

For nogle uger siden skrev en af mine facebook-venner en status update der gik noget i retning af "ingen toiletpapir - farvel sokker". Det var da noget vildmandsagtigt tænkte jeg, og skrev en eller anden haha-kommentar.

Så kom der en hilsen i min indbakke. Det var åbenbart en af de der facebook-lege som kører et par runder hvert år - man skal skrive en eller anden kryptisk status update og på forunderlig vis vil det øge opmærksomheden omkring en eller anden form for kræft. Nu var det så meningen, at jeg skulle vælge mellem en håndfuld status updates - heriblandt "det er bekræftet, jeg skal være mor" og køre legen videre.

Som vi alle ved er jeg den sure dame, som også har brudt stort set samtlige brevkæder jeg i mit liv er blevet indlemmet i (det tør jeg godt, efter at jeg som 8-årig -ikke uden en vis bæven ved eksperimentet- erfor, at man faktisk ikke rammes af 5 dages sort uheld eller det der er værre), så den stoppede ligesom dér.

Fast forward til et par dage senere, hvor en veninde fortæller mig, at en anden veninde er GRAVID. Med ovenstående in mente vrissede jeg bare ad hende, at det tvivlede jeg da stærkt på, og jeg var i øvrigt også selv hoppet på den leg for et par dage siden. Hun så godt nok lidt desorienteret ud, men eftersom jeg lige havde lidt travlt på det tidspunkt tænkte jeg ikke nærmere over det.

Før senere samme dag, da jeg så havde en aftale med den omtalte fælles veninde. Og hun liiiige havde noget, hun gerne ville fortælle.

3 forsøg senere slog hun opgivende ud med armene. "Tine, du er simpelthen den kedeligste i hele verden at fortælle gode nyheder. Det er IKKE en internet joke!!!"

Øhm. Hvad? Hvad???

Nåmen - tillykke da. (Det krævede lige en drink - til mig, ikke den vordende moder - at komme så meget i balance at jeg kunne samle mig om at være rigtig glad på hendes vegne)


PS - jeg giver Internettet skylden. For alting.

@N ~ a couple of weeks ago one of my friends posted a status update which went a little something like this: "no toilet paper - goodbye, socks". Which I thought was kind of funny so I wrote a little ha-ha comment.

Turns out that it was one of those facebook games that do the rounds a couple of years here in Denmark - don't know if you guys have them as well, but you post some sort of cryptic status update and in ways I have yet to fathom, if enough people do it, it raises awareness of breast cancer or something like that.

And since I fell for it, hook line and sinker, I was now supposed to post a similarly cryptic status update. I could choose from a handful of pre-defined ones, including-but-not-limited-to "yes, I am pregnant" or something like that.

Needless to say, the grumpy lady who deletes every chain letter she ever receives (since warily testing it out at age 8 and finding that no, breaking the chain did not result in five days of bad luck) refused to play along, and so it ended there.

I thought.

A couple of days later, a friend happily told me that one of our mutual friends was pregnant. With my recent experience fresh in mind, I sulkily said to her that I very much doubted that and oh-by-the-way-I-fell-for-that-one-too.  She did look a bit confused, but as I was rather busy at the time she wisely did not press the subject and I forgot all about it.  Until later that very same day when I was meeting the aforementioned mutual friend, and she had some news she wanted to share.

Three attempts later, she said exasperatedly "Tine, you are the most boring person in the world to tell good news to. For the last time, it is NOT an internet joke!!!"

Ummmmm, begpardon?

One stiff drink later (for me, not the mother-to-be) I had regained my equilibrium sufficiently to actually believe it was true and wholeheartedly congratulate her.


I blame the Internet.
used to be only on April 1st I had to watch out grrrrrr



PS - does anyone else have good news to share?

PPS - I had to google the English version of what the angel says to the shepherds when it comes to proclaim the birth of Jesus. As a result, biblestudytools.com is now in my browser history. And if I type in "how to" in the google search field, it suggests "how to tie a tie", "how to make french toast" and "how to get rid of fruit flies". My browser has a more interesting life than I do, methinks.

PPPS - not related to this post at all: isn't Viggo the cutest guinea pig you ever saw?