December 9th, 2003



Don't you just hate it when you want to be totally hedonistic and think about nothing except that all your input is coming through your skin, and your masseuse just won't SHUT THE FUCK UP?!


It seems that all the basketball teams here in Sweden must have 2 Americans on them (cuz, like, we ROCK at b-ball, apparently) and the team in Malmö only has 1 so they're on the hunt. They get paid somewhere between $5,000-$10,000 U.S. DOLLARS a month to play basketball in Sweden. Which seems like a pretty wide split on the paycheck. My response was "Sign me up!" No go: It's a men's league. I'm too short. I suck at basketball. Curses.

Anders leaves this afternoon for Italy, and won't be home until late Thursday. Just my luck that it's another busy busy week. Yesterday, after we got home from work, we BOTH fell asleep in the living room, and I didn't wake up until I heard Anders fixing dinner for the kids. oops. The plumber is coming on Friday morning to finish up the little bathroom by putting in the shower, sink and toilet. Anders did such a super job of tiling, it looks GREAT. :) I told him I couldn't wait to actually use it, and he told me HE'S first. hee hee

Tonight is Julbord with the AWC, woo hoo! It's always a blast, despite the price tag, and the food at Sankt Markus Vinkällare is SOOO good. The people on the signup list are all a lot of fun too, so I'm really looking forward to it. We might have to find another place next year, however, if they keep raising their prices.

Work is b-o-r-i-n-g. When you're dependent on others for your everyday to-do list, it makes for a lot of empty time when everyone else is away. Not that I'm really complaining, because there is a lot of surfing to be done. I'm only halfway through Mimi Smartypant's archives, for instance. She makes me laugh so hard. And Plooble. And Witt & Wisdom. And dooce. And hipstomp. Peals of laughter, folks, that's what we're talking.

I like that word: peals. I just went and looked it up to see what the word origins are. Etymology: Middle English, appeal, summons to church, short for appel; appeal, from appelen to appeal. It's too bad we only use it in conjunction with bells or laughter. I think it could be used for quite a lot of things. The dictionary says a peal is a loud sound or succession of sounds. The possibilities are literally endless. The pealing of the women's club monthly meetings. Peals of honking geese. Peals of ambulances. Although, because of the bells I guess, I think of it as having to describe a melodic sound.

Goals for today: Avoid dehydration. Mail Christmas cards. (Yay, me!) Buy caulking tubes. Pick up package at post office. Get kids fed before picking up babysitter. Refrain from eating too much tonight. Use "peal" in a spoken conversation at least once.
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Someone at work just came in to ask if I'd like to go with her, for FREE, to see the ice skating gala this weekend and I had to say no because I'm, what else, busy. sob
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Well, Martin's eye infection is serious enough to keep him out of school for at least one day, possibly two, so I'll be doing my web surfing from the comfort of my own home tomorrow. He's had 1 red eye* with lots of goop for 2 days, but since he was fine otherwise, I didn't really think anything of it and sent him to school yesterday and today. One of the teachers gave me some flak about it this afternoon when I picked him up so we went immediately over to the school nurse and she confirmed that he was probably contagious and had to stay home for 2 days. I talked her down to 1. I figure he's been at school for 2 days with it already, so he's already infected everyone, so why bother, but apparently they don't feel the same way. Odd.

I was completely ticked off this morning as when I arrived to drop Martin off, 10 minutes to 8 a.m., there was not a single adult to be seen ANYWHERE on the giant school yard milling with children, ages 6-15. Argh. I went in and found Martin's teacher, way down the hall, not even in the classroom where there were another 5 unsupervised children, and asked her WTF, and she said there ought to be someone out there and then promptly disappeared. I went back out and looked around again: no adults. :( This is not the first time and it really upsets me. I do not feel comfortable leaving my 6-year-old with no supervision, even for 10 minutes, without being able to let one of the teachers know that he is there. I don't care if this "safe old Sweden." They've told the parents that an effort has been made to always have 1 person out there in the mornings, but reality is a far cry from the promise.

/end rant

I'm feeling full but not overly stuffed, due to my idiocy extreme foresight in eating a small dinner before going out to Julbord tonight. I didn't mean to do it, but I was on autopilot when I came home. Left work, ran errands, picked up kids, detoured to the school nurse, got home, fixed dinner for them, fixed dinner for me, left to pick up the babysitter, headed into town and realized halfway there what I'd done. DOH. So I didn't eat nearly as much as I might have, which was a very good thing. They had a wonderful spread as usual, and the fish soup, with huge chunks of perfectly done salmon and lots of saffron and cream was absolutely out of this world.

Sharon told the most hilarious story about one of those road-trip games where you go back and forth with your opponent trying to name everything you can think of in a particular category, and in this particular case, the category was cheese, and they went back and forth for quite some time naming all the cheeses they could think of (no repeats allowed) until they were really having to grope to come up with new ones at which point her friend said, "Helvetica!" and Sharon, after a few seconds, said, "That's not a cheese, that's a typeface!" Since I had just read an excellent article today about Arial stealing Helvetica's thunder in the typeface world, this really hit my funnybone, and I laughed my head off. You might have had to have been there. :) I'm a typography geek, I admit it.

That's not a cheese, that's a TYPEFACE, Jim! hahaha! It does sound like something Bones would say. Or maybe Batman.

*It's not really pinkeye, it's conjunctivitis, which is roughly the same thing, I suppose, to a slightly lesser degree, but CONJUNCTIVITIS didn't make nearly as catchy a subject line.
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