stuff that happens in finland
we went skiing on the weekend! downhilling. Myself, Enni and Antti. enni is like all fearless Milo Kids, she GOES. a little bit of turning if it's absolutely necessary, and legs spread as wide as possible... just like all careless crazy five yr olds. (though she will be a careless crazy six year old on the fifteenth of feb. woohoo)
The weather was perfect, zero degrees and sunny. Bliss. My gear however, left something to be desired. my own, beautiful boots that will some day join me in a commitment cremony because i love them so very very much are currently in transit between home and here (i pray for you my boots). I had to borrow the old boots of Antti's sister. Rear entry boots.... straight skis.... I don't know how to play this game! Straight skis respond to a completely different set of cues, i have no idea how to manouvere them well. not to mention the mouse poo in the boots cos they have been living in a shed. not impressed jan.
Still battling with Netta. this morning was glorious, as soon as I said the word 'day care' she screamed in my face and basically piss-bolted to the furthest room. we got out after half an hour of her yelling, me at one point yelling, Enni getting so frustrated she squeezed her, and the high school portrait of mum that lives in the loungeroom disoplay cabinet coming with us. ugh.
note to self: after a day like that do not listen to nick cave while driving. it was also a very icy evening and i had skidded and spun the wheels after falling on my arse getting into the car.. cave just makes being clubbed to death with a rock sound so romantic. sigh.
I think on wednesday I shall be going to see a finnish band perform in a pub. yayay! and I suspect i will have company. even more yay! two people from my finnish class. an italian girl and a yank. band= PMMP. a female pop duo with very cool lyircs.
yawn, must stretch and physio and sleep.
The weather was perfect, zero degrees and sunny. Bliss. My gear however, left something to be desired. my own, beautiful boots that will some day join me in a commitment cremony because i love them so very very much are currently in transit between home and here (i pray for you my boots). I had to borrow the old boots of Antti's sister. Rear entry boots.... straight skis.... I don't know how to play this game! Straight skis respond to a completely different set of cues, i have no idea how to manouvere them well. not to mention the mouse poo in the boots cos they have been living in a shed. not impressed jan.
Still battling with Netta. this morning was glorious, as soon as I said the word 'day care' she screamed in my face and basically piss-bolted to the furthest room. we got out after half an hour of her yelling, me at one point yelling, Enni getting so frustrated she squeezed her, and the high school portrait of mum that lives in the loungeroom disoplay cabinet coming with us. ugh.
note to self: after a day like that do not listen to nick cave while driving. it was also a very icy evening and i had skidded and spun the wheels after falling on my arse getting into the car.. cave just makes being clubbed to death with a rock sound so romantic. sigh.
I think on wednesday I shall be going to see a finnish band perform in a pub. yayay! and I suspect i will have company. even more yay! two people from my finnish class. an italian girl and a yank. band= PMMP. a female pop duo with very cool lyircs.
yawn, must stretch and physio and sleep.