November 24th, 2003

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OVEREXTENDED

I'm feeling crazy busy, overextended and stressed from all my commitments. In short, perfectly normal. The cookies didn't get baked last night, so I'm having to resort to the Rice Krispie Holly Bar recipe that I told carrieb about, and which I used 2 years ago, because otherwise I will have to show up with store-bought cookies and one cannot show up at a Christmas cookie exchange that was planned over 2 months ago BY ME with store-bought cookies. I'm a loser, I know. But I got some fun eyeshadow at the make-up demo yesterday, so who cares?

And quit thinking, "But she never wears eyeshadow." I KNOW, OKAY?!

My online life is taking over my real life in some troubling ways, and I need to figure out how to get the two back in balance. With a full-time job, 2 kids, a house and a husband, plus my commitments to the club, I can't afford to spend as much time online as I have been doing lately. This makes me feel guilty and conflicted as I LIKE being online and I like the projects I'm involved in. Including this journal.

I may be angsty but at least I don't have to travel across half of middle-earth to get rid of a stupid ring.

The tile guy was supposed to show up this morning at 8:00 a.m., but at 8:45 still hadn't made his appearance, so we left a note on the door and went to work. If Anders can't get in touch with him, or he's forgotten about his promise to tile our 2nd bathroom, then our hallway will still be a huge mess when our guests arrive for Thanksgiving dinner on Saturday (16 adults, 8 kids under 6, yes, I'm insane) and we'll still only have 1 toilet.

So, it's Monday and if I don't write these things down, I tend to forget them:
  • Monday create, print & mail Martin's birthday party invitations, grocery shopping, make rice krispie treats, watch West Wing

  • Tuesday massage (thank god!), print AWC stuff, pick up stuffing, sushi, AWC meeting

  • Wednesday parent-teacher conference for Karin, choir

  • Thursday bank loan appointment, wreath-making workshop

  • Friday buy turkeys, cook at least 2 of them, laundry, clean house

  • Saturday finish cleaning house, iron napkins, get ready for dinner party (remaining turkey, stuffing, mashed potatoes)

  • Sunday collapse MUDDY AND EXHAUSTED!
  • Current Music
    No Doubt—Don't Speak
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GAMMAL GUBBE

When we were still in Chicago, Anders and I had dinner once at the home of his Swedish colleague, Johan. Johan and Anna have 2 children, and their youngest, John, was then about 4 years old. I can't remember how long we had been together at that point, but I didn't yet speak Swedish.

Anders, Johan and Anna spoke in Swedish a few times, but mostly the conversation stayed in English for my sake. During dinner, as the four of us were talking, in English, little John kept looking back and forth from Anders to his father, like a little ping pong game. Finally, apparently unable to take it anymore, he leaned over and stage-whispered, "Pappa, pratar inte den där gamla gubben svenska?!"

Of course, they all howled with laughter and so did I, after translation. :)

Today, Martin asked Anders if they had electricity when Anders was a kid.

My poor honey. LOL!

translation: "Papa, doesn't that old man speak Swedish?"
  • Current Music
    Sheryl Crow—Maybe Angels