It is just amazing and wonderful and a little bit embarrassing how incredibly wonderful my life is and how much I love every aspect of it.

I wish everyone could feel this way.

I don't think I mentioned here that I was going to the states on business. I'm there. Or rather the business part will commence on Tuesday. Right now I am at my dad's place out in the woods in Sharpsburg, Georgia ( Read more... )

I started a list of 100 Weird Things About Me an incredible FIVE years ago and only managed to complete it through to 35 things. My dear friend Sara sent me an email today in which she mentioned my 100 Weird Things list and I felt a gentle little PUSH. Sure there are more than 35 weird things about me. More importantly, as I discovered during parts ( Read more... )

Before I moved to Sweden (before my life was completely transformed by the wonderfulness that is Björn) I bought bedsheets every so often whenever the old ones seemed a little, well, old ( Read more... )

There is one single way that Björn and I are not compatible. Just one, and I seriously cannot think of any more than this one little bitty thing.

It has to do putting Christmas back into the box.

If you google "Christmas in Sweden", you'll find two different dates on which it is proper to take down the decorations. January 6 is the first of them, and ( Read more... )

Yesterday's threat of falling skies and disappearing LiveJournal prompted me to do something I'd been meaning to get around to ever since I got my new laptop: download my journal to my hard drive.

Once the download was done my screen was displaying my very first LJ entry, written not so long after I'd moved to Sweden. I ended up on the sofa for a ( Read more... )

A wonderful thing happened during the last week of 2008 ( Read more... )

Björn and I will find our own way to celebrate, beginning next year.

The first year after the death of a very close loved one you learn to live without that person. Each season has its markings and it is the fresh absence that is the strongest. The missing phone calls on important days, the dinners that aren't cooked in celebration and the holidays ( Read more... )

This evening I got to experience yet another new tradition - the visiting of a cemetary and the lighting of candles for those who have gone on.

It's All Saint's Day (Allahelgonsdag in Swedish).

When we arrived at the churchyard in Trelleborg, the sun had already gone down. We have, of course visited that churchyard several times since Kjell's passing ( Read more... )

When people ask me if it isn't unbearably hard to live so far away from my daughter, I reply by assuring them that we stay in touch, via one form or another, nearly everyday.

Take yesterday, for example.

In Google chat, I asked her a question. She replied: for shizzle my nizzle*

Later on, in agreeing with something she'd proposed, I replied: true dat ( Read more... )