I awoke this morning in tears from a dream in which I had been forced by law to return to my ex-husband. There I was, in the house with him again, being constantly criticized, berated, disliked verging on (and often crossing over to) hate ( Read more... )

I've been on the road all week training teams. That part of my job usually takes a lot of energy on my part, but this week I've been feeling a little less than great so I am really feeling wiped out today ( Read more... )

My misbehaving gall bladder landed me in the hospital last week. I'm happily home and on the waiting list for a visit to the hospital in Landskrona where pesky gallbladders get removed ( Read more... )

Yesterday Björn bought me a diamondy heart ring. I can't stop sneaking looks at my finger.

Today he snuck a slice of heart shaped salami onto my breakfast plate.

The big heart I made in the snow a couple of weeks ago has faded. I'm on my way outside now to make a new one.

Ain't love grand?

Happy Birthday Sweetheart ( Read more... )

We're watching Stargate, each of us on our respective bigass red sofas.

Björn is having frozen pizza for dinner.

Suddenly he says, "Look! A Christmas tree!"

I look.

He has eaten a slice of pizza in such a way that it now does indeed look like a happy, mushroom, onion and sausage covered Christmas tree.

He's my favorite guy.

Björn is in the kitchen.

One of the items which gets to live fulltime on the kitchen counters is a CD player.

That is so that Björn can play Italien opera music at full volume while he makes tagliatelle.

I adore him. 

Björn and I have been together for over six years.

He made me laugh out loud several times today.

He bought me a hot dog when we were out shopping today after barely pausing to ask if i wanted one because he knows me well enough to have judged that I needed something to eat for blood sugar purposes.

He has kissed me about twenty times today and ( Read more... )

While I was writing my last entry about not having an IPOD and listening to the same four songs on my mobile telephone over and over, my wonderful man was busily and secretly loading a kajillion songs on a new IPOD-like toy he'd picked up for me.

What a great place the world would be if everyone could just have their own personal Björnlike person.

By about 3 in the afternoon yesterday I knew I had something unpleasant brewing in my tummy ( Read more... )