Guess who's back!
Oh my effing god. Longest vacation of my entire life! And it sucked ass! SO. I endure a nine hour flight to Sweden in the hopes of seeing family that I haven't seen in forever and evening out my tan. Weeeeelll, it was 50-60 degrees every day and raining all but two days. Being stuck in a summer cottage with a TV with 2 channels is NOT fun.
My mom and my grandpa got in a MAJOR fight. My mom told me to ask my grandpa where our family portrait is that we sent him, because the one of my uncle's family was up but not ours, so I do, because I have no shame. Well. Bad idea. So, my grandpa tells me that he rotates the pictures out of that one frame to the photo albums, so I'm ok with that I got an answer and it was fine. But then the next morning we were going to leave for the other coast and we stop by to say bye, and he GOES OFF! He orders my mom to translate and marches us around the house to prove to us that there are pictures of us up. (Which, there's only one, and I am LITERALLY five in that picture) Then he tells us that of course there are going to be more pictures of the other family because it was his second wife's house and her only child was my uncle, so there are going to be more pictures of HER children in HER house. Soooo, then he tells us that she didn't really consider us her grandchildren. We were considered "special" but NOT her grandkids just because my mom was her step daughter. What bullshit is that?! So we used to call her grandma Meijken, but now we just call her Meijken. Not that it matters since she passed away at the beginning of this year. But get this: even thought we're NOT her gandkids, he expects us to visit her grave with him! He raises this big stink about it!
So basically, if you don't know already, my grandpa's an ass. My mom left his house that day angry as all get out and I left crying. So, we find out that he has cyatica which is a leg pain caused by a hurt back...the doctor tells him to stay in bed and take pain medicine because it'll go away in a few days that way. What does he do? He refuses to take the medicine because he's afraid it'll do something to him, and he goes and works in the garden for four hours!!!
So, the west coast was better. We stayed with a close friend of my mom's and her husband, and they greeted us at the door that same day as the huge fight with glasses of wine and whiskey! How amazing are they? Lovely people, really. Chris, the lady we stayed with, has like no nervous bone in her body, she's SO laid back. It's absolutely amazing! So we stayed a few extra days. There's a shop/restaurant there that only serves salmon. That's it. Just salmon. It was amazing. They had salmon prepared in like 100 different ways. They even had purses made out of salmon scales...kind os like snake skin...it was actually really cute!
So, here's a few things from Sweden worth mentioning just because they were amusing:
*No one, literally, no one, says excuse me when shopping. They expect you to move that instant without them saying anything, but they will never move for you. If need be, they will shove you out of the way without a second though. No offense, just business. Supermarkets, therefore, are crazy.
*I drank more coffee than I have before in my life. Swedes drink just about the strongest coffee in the world about eight times a day. Oh, and by the way, even if you love coffee, like me, it sucks, beause let's face it, you can't buy coffee, you can only rent it if you catch my meaning.
*Amoung several other note worthy traditions of the Swedes are: skinny dipping in the morning, having a shot then jumping into the Baltic (which is freezing!), being a "good Viking" and being tough, wearing short shorts (even if you're 60...EW!), and knowing everything about everyone else at all times.
*The guys in the cottage next door were from Holland, obsessed with 50 Cent, and called me "the Baywatch Babe." Oh, and one says "fook" instead of "fuck." They were pretty amusing, but seriously...Dutch people...50 Cent....somehow those two things don't match up in my head.
*Amoung other interesting pronunciations, I heard: "plantology" instead of "plant biology" "Yahoozie" instead of "jacuzzi" "dingle" instead of "dinghie" and of course "fook" instead of "fuck." As you can see, their english is not the best.
So, then I come back...I kinda felt like no one missed me. I hear all about everyone hanging out with all these different people and doing all of these fun things and then I come back to the pool and people didn't even notice I was gone for three flipping weeks. Thanks a lot. I'm glad people love me so much. I get more appreciation from people at DePauw that I met for a few hours...some of us are counting down the days until we see each other. I mean come on...how ironic. As well as that, Jayson got the "Biggest Flirt" award at work which doesn't make me too happy, and people have been hitting on him while I've been gone that I thought were my friends. Thanks. A. Lot. If you want to flirt with him, fine, but don't pretend to be my friend at the same time. And if you want to be my friend, you should respect my relationship and want it to be successful. People are messed up.
But anyways, being back is really weird. I suddenly feel like I kind of don't belong...not that people have acted that way...it just feels that way, maybe because I missed so much being gone. The weirdest thing is...I'm not sure I want to be around people right now. I totally know how Bails felt when she got back from her trips...I was so sick of my personal alone time when I was in Sweden, but suddenly it's starting to sound really good.
I'm going to post pictures from my trip soon. Most I was going for artistic, so they're not so fun. But others are just plain, so I'll post all of them.
Special note: if you want to spend time with me before I move into school on the 20th, get ahold of me now. There's so many people I need to hang out with, so bother me so that I don't forget. I missed everyone. I guess I complain a lot, but it IS good to be back.
XoX
My mom and my grandpa got in a MAJOR fight. My mom told me to ask my grandpa where our family portrait is that we sent him, because the one of my uncle's family was up but not ours, so I do, because I have no shame. Well. Bad idea. So, my grandpa tells me that he rotates the pictures out of that one frame to the photo albums, so I'm ok with that I got an answer and it was fine. But then the next morning we were going to leave for the other coast and we stop by to say bye, and he GOES OFF! He orders my mom to translate and marches us around the house to prove to us that there are pictures of us up. (Which, there's only one, and I am LITERALLY five in that picture) Then he tells us that of course there are going to be more pictures of the other family because it was his second wife's house and her only child was my uncle, so there are going to be more pictures of HER children in HER house. Soooo, then he tells us that she didn't really consider us her grandchildren. We were considered "special" but NOT her grandkids just because my mom was her step daughter. What bullshit is that?! So we used to call her grandma Meijken, but now we just call her Meijken. Not that it matters since she passed away at the beginning of this year. But get this: even thought we're NOT her gandkids, he expects us to visit her grave with him! He raises this big stink about it!
So basically, if you don't know already, my grandpa's an ass. My mom left his house that day angry as all get out and I left crying. So, we find out that he has cyatica which is a leg pain caused by a hurt back...the doctor tells him to stay in bed and take pain medicine because it'll go away in a few days that way. What does he do? He refuses to take the medicine because he's afraid it'll do something to him, and he goes and works in the garden for four hours!!!
So, the west coast was better. We stayed with a close friend of my mom's and her husband, and they greeted us at the door that same day as the huge fight with glasses of wine and whiskey! How amazing are they? Lovely people, really. Chris, the lady we stayed with, has like no nervous bone in her body, she's SO laid back. It's absolutely amazing! So we stayed a few extra days. There's a shop/restaurant there that only serves salmon. That's it. Just salmon. It was amazing. They had salmon prepared in like 100 different ways. They even had purses made out of salmon scales...kind os like snake skin...it was actually really cute!
So, here's a few things from Sweden worth mentioning just because they were amusing:
*No one, literally, no one, says excuse me when shopping. They expect you to move that instant without them saying anything, but they will never move for you. If need be, they will shove you out of the way without a second though. No offense, just business. Supermarkets, therefore, are crazy.
*I drank more coffee than I have before in my life. Swedes drink just about the strongest coffee in the world about eight times a day. Oh, and by the way, even if you love coffee, like me, it sucks, beause let's face it, you can't buy coffee, you can only rent it if you catch my meaning.
*Amoung several other note worthy traditions of the Swedes are: skinny dipping in the morning, having a shot then jumping into the Baltic (which is freezing!), being a "good Viking" and being tough, wearing short shorts (even if you're 60...EW!), and knowing everything about everyone else at all times.
*The guys in the cottage next door were from Holland, obsessed with 50 Cent, and called me "the Baywatch Babe." Oh, and one says "fook" instead of "fuck." They were pretty amusing, but seriously...Dutch people...50 Cent....somehow those two things don't match up in my head.
*Amoung other interesting pronunciations, I heard: "plantology" instead of "plant biology" "Yahoozie" instead of "jacuzzi" "dingle" instead of "dinghie" and of course "fook" instead of "fuck." As you can see, their english is not the best.
So, then I come back...I kinda felt like no one missed me. I hear all about everyone hanging out with all these different people and doing all of these fun things and then I come back to the pool and people didn't even notice I was gone for three flipping weeks. Thanks a lot. I'm glad people love me so much. I get more appreciation from people at DePauw that I met for a few hours...some of us are counting down the days until we see each other. I mean come on...how ironic. As well as that, Jayson got the "Biggest Flirt" award at work which doesn't make me too happy, and people have been hitting on him while I've been gone that I thought were my friends. Thanks. A. Lot. If you want to flirt with him, fine, but don't pretend to be my friend at the same time. And if you want to be my friend, you should respect my relationship and want it to be successful. People are messed up.
But anyways, being back is really weird. I suddenly feel like I kind of don't belong...not that people have acted that way...it just feels that way, maybe because I missed so much being gone. The weirdest thing is...I'm not sure I want to be around people right now. I totally know how Bails felt when she got back from her trips...I was so sick of my personal alone time when I was in Sweden, but suddenly it's starting to sound really good.
I'm going to post pictures from my trip soon. Most I was going for artistic, so they're not so fun. But others are just plain, so I'll post all of them.
Special note: if you want to spend time with me before I move into school on the 20th, get ahold of me now. There's so many people I need to hang out with, so bother me so that I don't forget. I missed everyone. I guess I complain a lot, but it IS good to be back.
XoX