The wheel keeps spinning...

...winter becomes spring, spring is suddenly replaced by summer, summer gives way to fall, fall keeps fighting for a while, but in the end has to give in for the winter to come again.

With winter comes Christmas - and why is it that this so so lovely holiday that used to appear like a dream world at the end of every year, has now morphed into a week of reality hitting you with a smack in the face?

There is no other time during the year that I am so aware of the red numbers on my bank account, how low my metabolism really is, the imperfection of my usually picture perfect family (also my extended), and my oh so recurring and incurable procrastionation towards everything.

How will I be able to handle one more of these seemingly never-ending holidays...?

...to be continued...

There are a lot of things I need to do...

...and one of them is to get rid of all the pink stuff in my wardrobe. My pink period seriously has to be way over due! I better start wearing it at the gym - then I won't use it in public any more, for sure.

These are new times, and new times call for new wardrobes....or was it desperate times? Because desperate times, call for desperate actions....and I'd be pretty desperate to change my entire wardrobe. Maybe I'll just leave it with a couple of new shirts and a scarf, and be happy with that.

Oh, and guess what!? My cozy pants are going bye-bye soon. That calls for desperate actions!

But in the end I'm not desperate - in any kinda way! Promise!

Reason in it selfe confounded,

Saw Division grow together,

To themselves yet either neither,

Simple were so well compounded

One city, one day

Leste en artikkel i ett fotoblad igår, om någen så reiste te Venezia for kun ein dag, og bare tog bilder. Tror det e en sport for meg!

Hvilken by....hvilken by......?!

Valgets kvaler...

Ka sko en gjort uden...

...internett, mobiltelefon, metroen, sykkelpumpår å vennår?

Uden internett hadde eg vel skreve brev [okej, kanskje ikkje, men postkort jaffal...ett eller aent innen snail-mail], gått i banken kver gang eg sko sjekka kontoen elle betala en regning, og eg hadde mest sannsynlig skreve analog dagbog.

Uden mobiltelefon hadde eg heilt sikkårt hatt fasttelefon, og en mindre kraftfull tommel(!).

Uden metroen hadde eg nok kanskje tatt buss [skrekk å gru!], ellår under tider av stor inspirasjon sykla til og med...

Hvilket ikkje hadde gått så godt uden sykkelpompa - viss en ikkje har nær tilgang te en bensinstasjon då.

Uden vennår tror eg at eg hadde slede...
Ingen å snakka på msn med, ingen å melda med, ingen å reisa te å ikkje hadde det vore vits i å pompa luft i sykkelhjulet hellår...viss eg ikkje hadde vennår!

Se her ja!

Dette va greiår!

Tenk at eg har en egen blog - folk kan nå offisielt lesa om mine livsgleder og -frustrasjoner!

...en merkedag...

Alt en får gjort når en e på jobb! Det e jo simpelthen heilt fantastisk!