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?






Saturday, 13 September 2014

#fridayreads

Forlaget Gyldendal har et ualmindeligt charmerende social media team, som hver eneste fredag tweeter noget i retning af "tid til #fredagsbog  -  hvad læser du i dag, og hvorfor er det så godt, så godt?"  - og så byder temmelig mange mennesker ind med hvad de læser i øjeblikket, så man kan blive lidt inspireret.

For mig er ikke alene #fredagsbog men i det hele taget #togbog en meget vigtig ting, eftersom jeg jo tilbringer lidt under en time på diverse perroner og i tog 2 gange om dagen, 5 dage om ugen. Så jeg slæber en del litteratur op og ned ad den østjyske længdebane i løbet af en arbejdsuge.

Jeg er ikke den eneste.  Således var jeg i fredags i selskab med

- Sådan bliver du rig på aktiemarkedet (mon der er et afsnit om Karma?)
- en kæmpe bog om bakterievækster, komplet med virkelig uappetitlige billeder (det var desværre min sidemand der læste den - visse ting har det med at ætse sig fast på den indre nethinde)
- samt Jumbobog 380 (hold op, er der virkelig kommet så mange??)

Billedet nederst er taget tidligere i år. Jeg blev mere end en lille smule forelsket i dette par, som læste Vinden i Piletræerne op for hinanden. Desværre skulle jeg af på næste station :-(

@ N ~ one of the Danish publishing houses, Gyldendal, has a weekly hashtag on Twitter called #fredagsbog - in the English speaking world known as #fridayreads. What's not to love :-)

For me, not just #fridayreads but #trainreads is a major thing. If I don't have a book with me on the train I am not a happy commuter (instead I manically stalk all my friends on facebook, annoyed at how few updates there are at 630AM...)

On the train, most people either sleep, work on their laptops, or are glued to their smartphones. But there are quite a few readers as well.

Last Friday I found myself in good company. In my little group of four seats, I was in the distinguished company of:

- "How to get rich on the stock market" (I hope it has a chapter on Karma)
- a huge book about, judging by the unsavoury illustrations, the growth of bacteria (unfortunately it was the guy sitting right next to me who was reading that one. Some things just can't be un-seen....)
- and "Jumbobog" number 380 ("Jumbo books" are pocket books with Donald Duck and other Disney cartoons. They're not published in England or America as far as I know. I think I stopped reading around the time number 100 was published (had most of them for a while - the first ones are probably collectors' items if they're in good condition, but needless to say, mine aren't))

The picture below was taken on the sly earlier this year. I fell a little bit in love with this couple who was reading "The Wind in the Willows" aloud to each other - sadly, I had to get off at the next station :-(



Tuesday, 2 September 2014

Work in progress

They've put scaffolding up, they've removed half the (remaining) roof, they're fixing the structural damage. Soon as they're done, my Executive Office will be behind that window. Pic taken this eve from my bedroom window. Yay!


Ups

"Ja, jeg kom lige til at køre igennem Hedensted. Det beklager jeg. Vi kører tilbage til perronen om et øjeblik"

-lokomotivfører i højttalerne efter at han lige missede et stop. Jamen det gik jo lige så godt derudaf!! :-)


Sunday, 31 August 2014

Forurettet på det groveste

I troede nok jeg var blevet helt væk? Det er jeg vist også lidt. Men jeg har haft hovedet fuldt af alle mulige ting, som ikke er vanvittig interessante at blogge om (primært arbejde), og så har jeg simpelthen ikke giiiiiiidet at taste mere, når jeg kom hjem fra arbejde. Så jeg håber på tilgivelse og forståelse.

Herudover er jeg blevet snydt.

For det første - august. Som slutter i dag. Hallo, hvor blev de skønne sensommeraftener af? Ikke et eneste glas kølig vin har jeg følt trang til at indtage. Tværtimod har jeg fundet hyggesokkerne frem; en helt uhørt ting når der stadig står sommer i kalenderen. At jeg netop i dag har læst, at sommervejret vender retur i næste uge, er en fattig trøst. Næste uge begynder efteråret jo. Og weekender som denne, hvor den ene byge afløser den anden (nu er jeg jo ikke lige i København, hvor ordet "byge" vist ikke helt dækkede i går - hejhej, 100mm regn), passer mig virkelig godt fordi jeg æææælsker at gå indenfor og hygge mig i mit lille hus. Det skal bare helst være om efteråret.  Nu bliver der helt byttet om på det og jeg er oprørt. Well, så oprørt som man kan være når man sidder i en blød sofa med et marsvin på maven...

For det andet - min kalender. Den har lavet et voksen-stunt og på mystisk vis fyldt sig selv op flere uger frem. Med dejlige ting og dejlige mennesker, javist, men det passer umådelig dårligt til mit selvbillede som impulsivt boheme-agtigt menneske at jeg konstant er nødt til "lige at kigge i min kalender og vende tilbage med hvornår vi kan ses". Faktisk har jeg hele 2 mennesker jeg "lige skal vende tilbage med" og det har jeg ikke gjort endnu, fordi jeg blev så barnligt mopset over tingenes tilstand.

Der var helt sikkert mere, der gjorde mig vranten, men nu har jeg glemt hvad det er. Af GODE ting, som slet ikke gør mig vranten, kan nævnes at jeg naturligvis var på Blomsterfestival i Odense (som annonceret i sidste indlæg) og årsagen til at I ikke er blevet foto-spammet endnu er, at jeg kom til at glemme mit kamera derovre. Men det er blevet leveret, og nu skal jeg så bare lige gennemgå de sædvanlige 150+ billeder så I kan komme med på rundtur.  Og så har jeg fået en KISTE. Altså, ikke en jeg skal begraves i (omend jeg faktisk godt kan være nede i den, så få endelig ingen gode idéer), men sådan en gammel en som min mor arvede fra en gammel tante i Norge. Den skal I også nok få at se.  Sidst men ikke mindst tør jeg nu løfte sløret for, at jeg fra engang i løbet af september måned får hjemmearbejdsplads. Dét bliver stort. Ganske vist kommer jeg til at savne DSB (det er faktisk ikke løgn), men glæden ved ikke at behøve at stå op klokken fem-halv seks om morgenen opvejer det nok.

I anledning af denne kommende glædelige begivenhed får I lige æren af et par før-og-efter billeder. Der var nemlig lige en enkelt julekasse eller to, der stod i vejen for indretning af kontor ...


BEFORE:

A nice and handy room for putting all
the stuff you don't quite know where
else to put. Do note the Christmas tree
holder sitting on the chair - this picture
was taken in July ....

My rather impressive pile of Christmas
boxes ....  You can never really
have too much Christmas stuff, can you?

AFTER:

(I magicked all the X-mas boxes away...)

this is where the desk will go - and
immediately to the right of this picture
is where Viggo lives.  He will be taking
most of my calls, I expect


@ N ~ thought I'd given up blogging, did you?  Not quite; just didn't have much interesting stuff to write about OR was so tired after work that more typing and communicating was the last thing I felt like doing.  But I'm still alive and well.  And annoyed.

Why annoyed, you ask?

Well, firstly, August.  I'm sure I ordered long warm evenings, cool sunny mornings, sun-drenched afternoons, the works. What I got was chilly gusts of wind and buckets and buckets of rain.  Not once have I felt like indulging in a cold glass of wine on the patio - au contraire, I've dug my cozy socks out of storage.  In August! Unheard of!  Of course, the weather man now says "summer will be back next week" to which I scathingly reply "but next week it will be autumn".  Because weekends like this one - which has actually been warm-ish, but with rain showers aplenty - are actually quite pleasant because I enjoy pottering around indoors in my cozy little house.  But that should be in autumn.  Now they're sending summer back; completely the wrong month, so I am in uproar. Well, as much as that is possible when I'm sitting in my comfy sofa with Viggo the guinea pig on my tummy ....

Secondly, my calendar.  It's gone all adult on me and somehow filled itself up with appointments several weeks ahead.  All nice appointments with nice people, so I'm not complaining as such (yes I am; I'm in a whiny mood); it's just that having to tell people that I "need to check my calendar and will get back to them re. when we can meet" really clashes with my self image as a spontaneous, bohemian person.   There are actually two people that I currently need to "get back to" and I keep putting it off because I was so childishly disgruntled by the fact that I might need to tell them "late October maybe".

But really, I'm not all Moaning Myrtle.  Good stuff happens too. I was at the Flower Festival of course, and the only reason why you haven't been bombarded with pics yet is that I left my camera at my friends' house.  But it's home now, so all I need to do is sort through the 150+ pictures I took and decide which ones to fire at you :-)    I also got a new piece of furniture: an old wooden storage trunk (is that what you call them?) that my mother inherited from an aunt in Norway. Pics to come!   Last but not least, I can now tell you that sometime in September I start working from home. It's been in the works for a while but I didn't dare say anything for fear of jinxing it.  But now it will definitely happen, and the only reason I haven't actually started yet is that I'm getting a new roof over that particular part of the house (which is technically the garage) because the old one flew off in a storm last winter.  And I don't particularly want to sit and work with a team of carpenters crawling around overhead. But once they're gone, I'll bring my desk, computer, etc. home from the office.   No doubt I will miss my daily train rides - but not having to get up at 5-530AM kinda makes up for that :-)   The pics above are from a "feng shui session" I had earlier this summer ..... a few boxes of Christmas decorations needed to be relocated in preparation for my New Office!

Right. Off I go now.  I carelessly invited some friends over this evening (old friends from school - there's a reunion in the works; wheeeee) so should probably move the piles of laundry away from the dining table, hoover up the guinea pig food I spilled all over the floor this morning - stuff like that...

Thursday, 14 August 2014

Danmarks Smukkeste Have - skal du med?

Gæt hvad jeg skal i weekenden!  Nemlig - jeg skal på visit hos Familien Hittemis og sammen skal vi indtage Odense Blomsterfestival!

Det er efterhånden ved at være fast tradition at jeg ager til Fyn fredag aften hvor jeg beværtes godt med glimrende mad, rigelig vin og fantastisk selskab. Lørdag tager vi ind og nyder blomsterudstillingerne  -  og søndag tager Hittemissens mor og jeg så ind og forkøber os lidt i De Unge Gartneres udsalg, når hele molevitten er pillet nede og kan købes af havegaleglade mennesker.

Temaet i år er Danmarks Smukkeste Have - og er en hyldest til Danmarks Have, som Fyn også kaldes. Ifølge hjemmesiden kan man glæde sig til lidt af hvert, "fra mistbænken til slotshaven".  Jeg glæder mig i hvert fald, for det er skønt at se alle de kreative ting, som de forskellige gartnerier har fundet på.

Som en lille lokkemad får du en mini-kavalkade over de foregående 4 års temaer. Og nu ved du så måske, hvad du også skal her i weekenden :-)


2013


2012


2011


2010



Tuesday, 12 August 2014

Hvor er din lillebror?

Sad over for to fra Pinsekirken i toget. Deres navneskilte bekendtgør at det er hhv Ældste Hansen og Ældste Jensen jeg er i selskab med. Navnene til trods talte de engelsk sammen, og det endda med en ret overbevisende amerikansk accent. Særlig gamle var de heller ikke - tværtimod. 

Jeg nåede aldrig at samle tilstrækkeligt med mod til at stille det spørgsmål der pressede sig på hele vejen fra Århus - hvor er Yngste???

Det er nok meget godt at min naturlige barnlighed holdes i ave af min generthed.