tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-68454026862361174952024-03-13T18:42:09.001+01:00TopknottedMeretehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11421096489326385364noreply@blogger.comBlogger26125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6845402686236117495.post-53414241845788624292014-09-02T21:28:00.002+02:002014-09-03T10:37:08.660+02:00I'm blue... And yellow and green and red.<br />
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<![endif]--><span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;">Just
checking in today to tell you that I ran 25 km on Sunday (that’s over 15 mi for
you American idiots). A whopping twenty five kilometers of muddy trail filled
with loose rocks and slippery roots. I’m not even going to pretend to be humble
about it and say that anyone could have done it and that it’s not a big deal,
because fuck that: it’s the farthest I’ve ever run and it’s a huge deal! Go ME!
Go legs and fuck yeah 25k!</span>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;">Even more
impressive is that I only fell once. You see, for some reason, that grace, body
control, and elegance most people gain from doing 10 years of gymnastics sort
of eluded me.The simpelest tasks that involve moving any body part is always a
gamble. Only a week ago, I had to file an incident report at work because I got
severely burnt. Not from anything related to our lime kiln which would have
made sense, nope: I spilled piping hot tea all over myself because I tripped on
the floor. The perfectly normal, completely flat office floor. Not that it was
the first time I spilled hot tea all over myself, but the other times have been
more due to the fact that I seem to forget that I’m wider than my head whenever
I try to pass through a doorway, which is a slightly less embarrassing offence.
This complete lack of self-awareness results in my shoulders, knees, shins, and
most every other body part constantly being covered in bruises. And more often
than not, I have no idea of how they got there. I mean, if I were to remember
all the times I bumped into a table or knocked my hips into a bookshelf, there
would be no brain capacity left for anything else. Literally. (<a href="http://www.oxforddictionaries.com/definition/english/literally" target="_blank">In the literal sense, not the figurative sense</a>.)</span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;">Not this
time though, this time I know perfectly well that the huge, multicolored bruise
on my butt is from that butt plant on the trails (is butt plant the equivalent
to a face palnt where you land on your butt?) It’s like my body is celebrating
pride week with a somewhat unsuccessful re-creation of a rainbow flag all over
my left butt cheek. Which I am all for, I just wished it had decided to use less
earthly tones. There’s a distinct difference between Kelly green and snot
green, just saying. Do your homework, butt!</span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;">I don’t
have any fun pictures of this, but I’m feeling pretty hungry, so here is a
pizza I ate while in Denmark this summer. </span></div>
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<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhG5aAWpsQkKV4qzwLnaTekVynsh9Mfc129vCnQqoly_tdnmUyJUPqLAur2p9D7ZpH3KnURgLNn90Jsp34vWWO8m5bK1WDKzdP64MhJQckKH-NBjxV0GHbFNY6Fes_2BjC9zSPj8420tHg/s1600/20140621_215427.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhG5aAWpsQkKV4qzwLnaTekVynsh9Mfc129vCnQqoly_tdnmUyJUPqLAur2p9D7ZpH3KnURgLNn90Jsp34vWWO8m5bK1WDKzdP64MhJQckKH-NBjxV0GHbFNY6Fes_2BjC9zSPj8420tHg/s1600/20140621_215427.jpg" height="360" width="640" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Is sure was delish, but these Danes really have something to learn when it comes to even distribution of toppings. </td></tr>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;">Feel free to use the comment section to compliment me for my successful week end. Or to brag about your own sucesses. This is a judgement free zone. </span></div>
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The real reason for this deviation is that I can’t for the life of me think of a fifth element to the list I had planned for today. I might not be grammatically perfect all the time or the most consistent poster, but I do have standards. Posting an incomplete list, that would just not do. There are certain rules that even I can''t find it in myself to break. <br />
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For the past year or so, I have had multiple locations I've called home. For the most part, I’ve been living at home with my parents with the occasional week or week-end in my sister’s apartment whenever she’s been travelling for work. Then, I had a three month period of residing in a friend’s apartment in Oslo. All by myself! It was wonderful and amazing and every once in a while: boring. I was spoiled with being used to having three brothers and two parents to go annoy whenever I had down time.<br />
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For the first time in my life I was living completely by myself and I realized that there is a special kind of fear that is reserved solely for those who don’t co-habit. Since I’m somewhat vertically challenged, my time in the kitchen has always been 60% cooking and 35% climbing on furniture like a monkey, trying to get to things that are out of reach (the last 5% is bumping into stuff and getting bruises). During one of these climbs, I was paralyzed by the sudden fear of what would happen if I fell and got seriously injured. How long would it take before anyone found my mangled corpse? What if I was alive, but immobilized, how long would I have to lie on that cold floor before being rescued by emergency personnel? Would the hot paramedics judge or love the fuzzy onesie I was wearing? Why could I never learn to wash my hair at regular intervals (shorter than two weeks)? I feel like there is a finite number of<a href="http://www.topknotted.blogspot.no/2014/01/not-dead.html" target="_blank"> gorgeous strangers</a> you can meet then forget the name of because you’re obsessing about your unreasonably greasy hair before you learn to take care of your grooming like a grown up.<br />
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There are other challenges to solo-living as well and here is a little tidbit I wrote back in February:<br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">Yesterday, I made a very important discovery. I’ve always dreamed about living by myself, because then there would be no people around and I could be alone all the time. *dreamy gaze* No people = no pants = heaven.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">However, I discovered that this gold medal has a dark and painful backside. I was doing some late night cooking; making chili, rocking out to the Frozen soundtrack, and generally having a great time. Later that night, I found myself glaring at myself in the bathroom mirror. After the most productive day in forever (groceries, cooking, laundry, baking, trying to buy tickets to an event, but being deterred because the crown princess was throwing a party there), I should have been high fiving myself and doing my happy booty shake instead of giving myself the stink eye.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">Let me tell you, no matter how hard you glare, your useless brain will never be able to find a way of removing your contacts without using your chili pepper soaked hands. Seeing as I have a rather uncomfortable history with chili peppers, you would have thought I had learned my lesson: use plastic gloves or avoid at all cost. Long story short: it was ugly and painful and I’d rather never talk about it again. Learning from past mistakes, who needs that when the content of your blog is dependent on you failing at everyday life?</span><br />
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In related news: I’m in the process of moving in with my sister. Weeeee! … I think. It’s either going to be great or I will get killed, that remains to be seen. If nothing else, at least I’ll have someone to remove my contacts if need be. <br />
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">Dude! I’m back! Don’t know for how long or how often, but if we just stay in the present, like the teachings of mindfulness tells us, then I’m here right now and that is all that matters. (Although, the present moment of me writing this is not the same as the moment of you reading this, which makes me confused about which “right now” I am talking about. This whole mindfulness-business is really confusing to me, my company does not get their money’s worth in regards to my life coach’s fee, I think. Also, I’m not quite sure how I started writing about mindfulness, do you remember? This whole writing business in general is very confusing, with the tenses and the time lapse between reading and writing and the “not writing long and complicated sentences” and the delicate subtleties of the English language, not to mention . You know what, were just going to pretend that this whole parenthesis did not happen. I can’t remember what it was supposed to be about and at this point I really don’t know where it ended. Let’s just agree to move on to the next paragraph and never mention this confusing monster of a parenthesis again. Deal!)</span><br />
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<span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">One of the pros of being away for a long time is that stuff has happened in my life, so I might actually have some content to put on here. The con is that I’m getting older and thus my memory is starting to fail me, so I’ll probably not remember the good stuff. As an exciting preview, I guess I can mention that since January, I’ve been to multiple countries, I’ve ran a lot and gotten weird semi-running-related injuries, I’ve been on awkward dates, I’ve made food and drinks, I’ve consumed a lot of food and drinks, and I’ve watched 8 seasons of Supernatural . I’ll go in more detail about all this later. (Note to self: this right here can be used as a list for future blog posts. And since everyone know that having a topic is at least 50% of the work, that means that these posts are more or less going to write themselves. ) (Note to self 2: Should probably stop ending all paragraphs with a parenthesis.)(Note to self 3: And no more“note to self”s, just cut it.)</span></span><br />
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<span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">In the last 4 days, two very exciting things have happened in my life:<br />1. Since June 2013, I’ve never had better internet connection than Edge on my phone. I just assumed that my company had a crappy deal with the phone company, and went on living my merry life with the slowest internet imaginable. It turned out that there was a setting on my phone, and now I have super-fast internet on my phone and it is like I’ve finally joined the rest of the world in this millennium. <table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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<br />2. Yesterday, I discovered that there is a season of Doctor Who on Netflix that I’ve yet to see. “Geronimo” I yelled, as I threw myself and a big bag of chips on the couch, settling in for a serious marathon. And let me tell you, there are some abilities that you learn from training towards running a marathon that will leave you so much better equipped for a Netflix marathon. Bladder control and stamina (after all, you don’t want to fall asleep)are the first two that comes to mind. <br /><br />I basically checked in today to say that you can add me to your list of blogs to check, because Topknotted is not dormant anymore. And if you’re using Bloglovin, you can always follow my blog there and then you never have to check here ever. <a href="http://www.bloglovin.com/blog/11439711/?claim=kg7sf2my2ph">Follow my blog with Bloglovin</a></span></span><br />
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Meretehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11421096489326385364noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6845402686236117495.post-54767017681726371672014-01-31T15:43:00.002+01:002014-01-31T15:43:22.708+01:00Terricited is a word: it means terrified and excited at the same time<br />
This week went by in a snowy blur. I moved into an apartment in Oslo that I’ll be borrowing from a friend until Easter. To say that I’m excited about living on my own again is not an overstatement. I almost peed myself, that is how excited I was! Not sharing a bathroom with two of my brothers is my new definition of heaven. Example: “How did it feel to pet that unicorn?”” Like not sharing a bathroom with two younger brothers!” I’ll miss the lunches and breakfasts my mother so kindly provided for sure, but I’ll never be afraid to sit down in a puddle of pee ever again. NO PEE PUDDLES! (Except when I get excited, that is. Puppies and me: excitement peeing and hairy legs.)<br /><br />I’ve been looking forward to and dreading this week end for a while now. I’m going to the town of Stavanger on the west coast to attend an audition called “So you think you want to be a relief worker?” <br />
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<b>Pro:</b> Stavanger is the only one of the major cities and towns in Norway I’ve not been to and it’ll be nice to check that off my list. (We have maybe 5 major cities on Norway, none of which can be called a city.)<br /><b>Con:</b> I’m a little afraid of the people from Stavanger. Their dialect makes them seem angry all the time. Besides, it’s one of my least favorite dialects and I’m not looking forward to hearing it all week end. <br />
<br /><b>Pro:</b> The course/audition is hosted by the Norwegian chapter of Engineers Whithout Borders. I Was really involved with this org in the States, so I’m looking forward to get more involved here as well. <br /><b>Con:</b> Out of the 30 participants attending the class, only 10 will get a chance to go to Uganda and work with a development project there. I would love to do that, but tend to not perform well under stress. Just the other day, I threw my phone across the room because I freaked out about a call from an unknown number. Any more stress than that, and I really don’t know how I’ll react. <br />
<br /><b>Pro:</b> I am going by myself, so I’ll get to practice my socializing skills. <br /><b>Con:</b> I’M GOING BY MYSELF! I hate strangers, so there is no way this will be a pleasant experience. Thank goodness for Beatrice and the comfort she provides. <br />
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What are your week end plans?<br />
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It's only Tuesdays, you guys!<br />
That means that there's a whopping four more days of work before the week end. Being a grown up with a full time job is not as fun as I thought it would be. <br />
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Here's a few links and pictures that can take you 15 min closer to 4pm Friday.<br />
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<b>The past two weeks in pictures (We have snow!)</b></div>
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This is how we celebratet my friend Cecilie's 25th two weeks ago: <br />
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Here, we are discussing rectal suppository: <br />
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Winter wonderland up in the mountains this week end:<br />
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<b>Procrastination:</b><br />
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<li>I love <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-CU040Hqbas" target="_blank">this girl</a>!</li>
<li>These Amazon reviews are old, but still golden: <a href="http://www.amazon.com/BIC-Fashion-Retractable-Assorted-Fashion-FHAP21-ASST/dp/B005YGLA5Y/ref=pd_sbs_op_2" target="_blank">Bic Pen for Her</a>, <a href="http://www.amazon.com/Chefn-102-205-017-Bananza-Banana-Slicer/dp/B004HINHKQ/ref=pd_sbs_k_2" target="_blank">banana slicer</a>, and <a href="http://www.amazon.com/Haribo-Gummy-Candy-Sugarless-5-Pound/dp/B000EVQWKC/ref=cm_cr_pr_product_top" target="_blank">sugar-free gummi bears</a>. </li>
<li><a href="http://www.tickld.com/cdn_image_thing/625684.png" target="_blank">A guy pretends to be stood up at Appelbee's.</a> I wish I could have seen the waiter's face too. Getting stood up.</li>
<li>Have you seen Frozen yet? <a href="http://www.bforbel.com/2014/01/hans-lets-it-go.html" target="_blank">Hans' little secret.</a> </li>
<li>This Tumblr is amazing: <a href="http://the-official-princess-club.tumblr.com/" target="_blank">The Secret Lives of Disney Princesses. </a></li>
<li><a href="http://www.buzzfeed.com/sludgepunkslimeharpy/scandinavian-prison-or-american-office-82dk" target="_blank">Scandinavian prison or American office?</a></li>
<li>If <a href="http://alllthecolors.tumblr.com/post/29141689499" target="_blank">this </a>or <a href="http://allonsymiddleearth.tumblr.com/post/58748194010/brennanat-you-know-how-people-buy-drinks-for" target="_blank">this</a> happened to me, I would be the happiest girl in the universe. </li>
<li><a href="http://common-phobias.com/Zemmi/phobia.htm" target="_blank">Zemmiphobia</a>: fear of the naked mole rat. If dementors have this, then I hope my <a href="http://topknotted.blogspot.no/2014/01/friday-facts-i-want-alternate-universe.html" target="_blank">patronus would be a mole rat. </a></li>
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Have a great week!<br />
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Today started with a 4 mi run before work and a green smoothie. Can I get a what what? This week end, I’ll be heading to the mountains with friends and I’m super excited. So, before I turn this blog into a pink diary of hearts and kisses, where all I do is telling you guys about my perfect healthy and fit life, I’ll treat you to a little Friday list of what’s been on my mind lately. <br />
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1. <b>I’ll never know what I’d see in the Mirror of Erised.</b> I mean, I can always guess, but I’m fairly good at tricking myself into believing that I’m a better person than I actually am. Like, I wish it would show me in a peaceful world without hunger or poverty. But sinceI started enforcing my “No sweets during the week” rule more strictly, I’m pretty sure it would show me visiting Wonka’s factory on a Wednesday, swimming in Nutella and stuffing my face with black liquorish.<br />
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2. <b> I’ll never know what house I would be sorted to.</b> I’m pretty sure it would be Ravenclaw, but I’m not 100% sure. I spend way too much time thinking about this.<br />
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3. <b>I’ll never know what my boggart would turn into.</b> The list of suspects is too long: spiders, heights, losing the people I love, trolls, darkness, and I could go on. In case you were wondering, I do have a genuine fear of trolls (the Nordic kind, not the Lower Peninsula kind), probably because I was raised with stories about their dangerous ways. Part of me still believes that the waterfalls we have to pass to get to my cabin are troll pee.<br />
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4. <b> I’ll never know what my patronus would look like.</b> My Pinterest is filled with tigers and bunnies, but somehow I suspect I would end up with this dude:<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Why hello there, naked mole rat. I never know whether I prefer the kiss or you.</td></tr>
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5. <b>I’ll never know what amortentia would smell like to me.</b> A sea breeze and pine needles warmed by the sun. The smell of a fire and freshly baked sweet buns. Acceptable and normal options, but I would probably end up with something weird like the smell of the biological denitrifications process and anionic polymer coagulants.<br />
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<b>Now tell me: is my list incomplete? What do you think your Potterverse would look like?</b><br />
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P.S: If you want a quick and easy DIY project this week end, check out my sisters Severus' patrouns necklace DIY <a href="http://www.makeitandfakeit.com/2012/01/diy-swarovski-long-necklace.htmlv" target="_blank">here</a>. She did not inted this to be a Harry Potter thing, but it is!<br />
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Have a great week end, <br />
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This fall, I suddenly found myself in two situations I had not encountered in quite some time: I was single and I had free time. (I once did a mock interview in college and when the interviewer asked me what I did in my free time, we both started laughing.) Naturally, I thought that I should give dating a try, given my fantastic track record and the fact that I love people. <br />
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Being my socially awkward self, the only way I could think of finding datable people was through technology and the app Tinder seemed like a viable option. For those of you less updated on modern technology than myself (hi mom), Tinder is a dating app for shallow people who are too lazy to fill out a profile for an on-line site; a description that fits me like a glove. (But not the ones I got for Christmas, those are a little tight. Like a well-fitting glove.)<br />
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I have to admit that I got a little hooked on Tinder; being your most shallow self while judging people based on solely picture, name, and age can be a lot of fun. After two weeks of addiction, suddenly I found myself in a most unfamiliar and daunting situation: I had to go on dates with people I did not know. As evident <a href="http://topknotted.blogspot.no/2013/09/friday-facts-if-boys-are-from-mars-im.html" target="_blank">here</a> and <a href="http://topknotted.blogspot.no/2013/08/friday-facts.html" target="_blank">here</a>, socializing with the opposite sex is not one of my fortes.<br />
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If nothing else, I learned quite a bit about myself during this time, amongst other things that I am really bad at accepting compliments and that I have quite the knack for ruining moments. <br />
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Picture this: It’s one of those crisp, but not too cold wintery Sundays. The date has come to an end after a pleasant afternoon of wandering through a new sculpture park. The guy had even brought a flask of home-made hot chocolate to share while enjoying one of the best views of the city the surrounding hills has to offer. At the bus stop, the sun is setting quite magnificently (Thanks, winter pollution) and the electronic notice board tells them her bus is two minutes away. A pause in the conversation as they gaze into each other’s eyes. Or, he is at least, she has a vaguely puzzled look on her face. The relatively calm exterior hides the chaos within: “What is that look in his eyes? Is he about to kiss me? Am I ok with that? What if I don’t remember what to do? I hardly know this person. What? What WHAT?” She takes a deep breath, opens her moth and: “Fun fact: Did you know that when you flush the toilet, aerosols containing particles of whatever was in that toilet remains airborne for over two hours. Poop is literally flying around in your bathroom! That’s why you should always close the lid.” A quick hug is all they have time for before she has to jump on the bus. <br />
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Yeah, I’m real good under pressure… Another notable mention is when I told a guy I had skin fungus after he complemented me for my soft skin. It’s totally true and not as gross as one would think. It just looks like dry skin and if I was the kind of person that would tan during summer, the places with fungus would not tan. I have tried to get rid of it, but nothing has worked so far and I’m way too lazy to see a specialist just for a little dry skin. And anyways, after all this time, we’ve kind of made peace and I almost feel a kinship with it. I call it Beatrice, after the place I was contracted: Biarritz, France. The Beckhams and I: naming our kids after where they were conceived. They guy did not seem that convinced about Beatrice’s non-contagiousness, though…<br />
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Please be kind and let me know that I’m not a weirdo all by myself. What is the most embarrassing or weirdest thing you’ve ever done on a date? <br />
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So, to those of you that read my last post and know a little about female cycles, it might not come as a surprise that I'm currently on my period (yay for oversharing!) Although I'm used to it by now, bleeding exessively for a week while experiencing huge hormonal shifts can be pretty traumatic. My way of dealing with trauma is to talk about it. This is an extremely healty method, just ask any psychiatrist. However, since few of my freiends and family have that profession this personality trait is vastly underestimated monthly. </div>
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Me: It’s gushing out faster than I can replace the tampons. You should be so glad I can’t picture text now…</div>
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Me: This is why I don’t tweet. No good would come of it…</div>
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Me: I wish you could donate period blood. It would solve so many problems. </div>
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Me: Like, the week before you have your period, you could just go to the Red Cross and they would just suck it out. </div>
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Me: No more tampons to the landfill and no more blood shortages for surgeries. </div>
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Me: Why I don’t have the Nobel prize yet, I don’t know?</div>
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Me: We’re literally talking pints now. </div>
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FBF: Ohhhhhhhhh myyyyyyyyyyhyh gggggggggggggggg striiiiiiiiiinnnnnnnnnngggggggggg. [Fyi: the FBF doesn’t wear g-strings, he just picked that expression up from me]</div>
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FBF: And it would be called the Nobel Period prize.</div>
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Me: Well, all things considered I would aim for either the medicine one or the peace one. Maybe both.</div>
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FBF: Just got to Matt’s house. [Trying to change the subject, sneaky.]</div>
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Me: Did you give your friend Eric my number? [A friend of the FBF had just texted me. Ididn't know him that well, but we had met at a bar the week before where he developed an interest for one of my girlfriends]</div>
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Me: Ok, someone did and they might regret that. </div>
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Me: Because, you know, I’m a giver. A giver and a sharer.</div>
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Me: Then he started to ask about my day. He soon regretted that. </div>
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Me: Because of how I share stuff. Sometimes stuff about my vagina. </div>
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<span lang="EN" style="font-size: large;">For many, the new year symbolizes endless new opportunities and
possibilities, hopes and dreams to be achieved, and weight and grievances to be
lost. Here at Topknotted, I see it as a great and doomed time to start blogging
again. It’s not the second time that is the charm after all, but I’ll give it a
go. No scheduled mon-wed-fri posting that will surely fail again though. </span></div>
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<span lang="EN" style="font-size: large;">This Christmas was great, like always, but it’s safe to say that my heart was not what grew two sizes. Like most girls, my boobs have a mind of
their own and their size changes according to the time of the month. Usually
not by a whole lot, but enough to notice if you pay attention. (I feel like I
just gave the entire internet permission to monitor my boobs, that's a little unfortunate.) Anyways,
right before Christmas they decided to outgrow all of their bras. Initially I
was pleased, because who wouldn’t want some help filling in all those dresses during the festivities? Three weeks later and I’m eagerly awaiting the
transformation back to their normal state of reduced size and reduced
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<span lang="EN" style="font-size: large;">So, after that charming story I thought I could top this post of with a
list of the important life lessons I learned in 2013. It’s rather short,
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until after graduation is always a good idea</b>. I would really like to say that
the main reason for my blogging hiatus was that I was busy being an exemplary
worker doing a ton of overtime, socializing with friends, and volunteering all
my spare time at some great charity. Although there is a morsel of truth in all
of those statements, I would be lying if I said that was the cause. No, the
reason is that I started watching Doctor Who, and consequently found the man of
my dreams, realized that visual media can be just as rewarding as books, and my
scare of the dark got magnified by a gazillion. Tonight, I’m going to watch the
first episode of Sherlock season three and BBC will officially have full
control over my life. </span><span lang="EN"></span></span></div>
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<span lang="EN" style="font-size: large;">2.<span style="-moz-font-feature-settings: normal; -moz-font-language-override: normal; font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal;"> </span></span><span lang="EN" style="font-size: large;"><b>Remembering names during an
introduction is always a good idea. </b>Not only did I find the perfect man the past year, I also found my future
husband. It was a dark and breezy morning amidst the majestic mountains of
western Norway, the day my fate forever change I wish...As it turns out, there
is a limit to the task my brain can perform simultaneously while somewhat
sleep-deprived. I found that limit during the previously described morning.
Just put it in front of the most handsome human being ever to exist, and maximum
capacity is reached when trying to pronounce my long name and even longer
company name without drooling and obsessing over the fact that my hair wash was
three days overdue. So, I left this fateful encounter without a trace of his
name left in my brain.</span><span lang="EN" style="font-size: large;"> </span></div>
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<span lang="EN" style="font-size: large;">One of the main disadvantages of working solely with middle-aged men is
that they never know that it’s common courtesy to warn young, single co-workers
about potential hotness. A quick hair-wash would have eliminated one of the brain
processes and I would probably have been engaged by now. </span>
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="EN" style="font-size: large;">Anyways, the brain failed me and the
first of the five stages of grief kicked in during the flight back home quickly
followed by anger. Luckily, the bargaining phase consisted of a lot of things
I’m not proud of and I finally managed to stalk him down in December. Joy to
the world indeed! Only to find out that he has a girlfriend. I’ll consider this
sad chapter of my life closed when my phone stops predicting
"husband" as soon as I type "future".</span><span lang="EN-US"></span></span></div>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;">The five stages of grief, in case you needed a refresher. <a href="http://www.pleated-jeans.com/2012/05/17/5-stages-of-incessant-pop-music/" target="_blank">Source</a></span></td></tr>
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<span lang="EN" style="font-size: large;">3.<span style="-moz-font-feature-settings: normal; -moz-font-language-override: normal; font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal;"> </span></span><span lang="EN" style="font-size: large;"><b>With a little imagination,
you can always turn your crazy into something constructive</b>. Some people say
signing up for a half marathon because a guy you met once runs marathons and he
might be there screams "restraining order". I say it’s a very
effective way of quitting the apathetic cycle of procrastination and finally do
something you’ve secretly been wanting to do for a while. </span></div>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;">But maybe I'll finish that half... <a href="http://cubiclerefugee.tumblr.com/post/21643441451" target="_blank">Source</a></span></td></tr>
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<span lang="EN" style="font-size: large;">As you all can see, between the hearbreak, the Doctor, and the running, I have some farily good reasons for my absence. But don't worry, I'm back, and I have a feeling there'll be plenty more awkward boob stories in 2014. </span>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">I’ve been away from the blogosphere for a little while now, and before you start yelling at me please hear me out. First of all, let me just tell you that I am enormously flattered that people actually noticed my absence, hats off to you wonderful people. Second, you might think that depriving you of stories from my interesting life is cruelty bordering abuse, but this super planned and intentional three week break have given me the opportunity treat you to do something few humans, apart from Rose Tyler, have been privileged to experience: time travel. Starting next week, we’ll be travelling back in time and relive all the adventures from my absence. You’re welcome!</span></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">This masterpiece is one of my favorite children’s books. Cute animals and lots of poop, educational and entertaining, what more can you ask for? Since some of the title's original wording got lost in translation, this is the story of a mole’s quest finding out who pooped on his head. Somehow, the English translation manages to do something neither the original German nor any other translation I’ve seen could: namely to notto use the word poop at all. Which is both a little impressive and very lame. (<a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=plzwDLnieAk" target="_blank">Here</a> is a great little animated video for those who wants to hear the story.)<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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Meretehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11421096489326385364noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6845402686236117495.post-86578068815710898382013-10-04T18:10:00.000+02:002013-10-04T23:08:53.151+02:00Friday is my second favorite f-word<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">
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<span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Friday fact: I
am not good at favorites.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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way my whole life, or at least as far as I could remember. The fear that some
inanimate object or even a concept might be hurt by my lack of enthusiasm for
it has at some points in my life been almost crippling.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I have grown out of the habit of making sure
all my stuffed animals and toys were given equal attention for the fear of
hurting their feelings, but I still really struggle with picking favorites.
Part because indecisiveness is something I’ve practiced to perfection (Proof: I
still have not picked out what national costume I want for my confirmation,
which happen to have taken place 10 years ago.) Part because the top places
changes a lot depending on my mood and time of the month. And part because I
don’t want to make any of my favorites feel inadequate. <o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Anyways, fall
is here and it’s all sorts of wonderful. Norwegian falls are great, but since we’re
so far north, they are long, cold, wet, and dark, but the leaves only stay up
for a few weeks. Michigan autumns on the other hand…<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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“Things I Miss about the Michigan Fall” (RANDOM order, mind you)<o:p></o:p></span></span></b></div>
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</span><span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Haha, just kidding. That syrupy mess
can stay far away from my mouth. Unless it’s a home-made-from-organic-and-fair-trade-ingredients
pumpkin spice carefully mixed with a soy latte, espresso brewed on locally
roasted beans. Then I’m all over it.<o:p></o:p></span></span></ol>
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<li class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1;"><span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><strong>The colors<o:p></o:p></strong></span></span></li>
<span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">The wonderful colors of the changing
leaves in the Keweenaw are something everyone should see. Piles of colorful
leaves = so many joys: You can run through them, jump on the crunchy ones, make
fall angels in them. Just make sure you remove all bits and pieces stuck to you
before your next class. Also, sometimes they contain a secret surprise of dog
poo. Which is why making angels in the leaves is an extreme sport that should
probably not be exercised right before a lecture. <o:p></o:p></span></span></ol>
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<li class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1;"><span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><strong>Apple orchards.</strong> <o:p></o:p></span></span></li>
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</span><span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">We used to go apple picking at farms
when I was little, but that was more of a practical thing to get good apples.
We had none of the fancy,-smanchy horse and wagon trips or petting zoos or hay
jumping. It looked less like an amusement park and more child labour (give it a
rest, spell check. I don’t care how long I’ve been in the States; this is how
it’s supposed to be written.) And however fun you might think you’re having
while tricked by your parents for manual labor, I seriously doubt it’s as fun
as petting terrified bunnies while munchin’ on cinnamon donuts. My one and only
trip to an Apple Orchard was really nice, but cut a little short because
someone managed to spill all their apple cider in their lap. Since my laptop
was stolen before I had the wits to save this picture to my external hard
drive, <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cgRlqf_TRS0" target="_blank">this video</a> gives you an idea of how it looked like. Although I love the
honesty of children, it seems to lose its charm when directed at you: “Look
Mommy, that lady pee-peed her pants!” Because that is what ladies do,
sweetie.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><o:p></o:p></span></span></ol>
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<li class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1;"><span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><strong>Caramel apples<o:p></o:p></strong></span></span></li>
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</span><span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">The FBF’s grandmother made the most
amazing caramel apples and the recipe was super-secret. As in “You may get it
if you marry into the family, but you might have to provide a couple of
children first”-secret. Which would be totally worth it, btw. </span></span></ol>
<ol start="4" style="margin-top: 0cm;" type="1"><span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"></span><span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Come to think of it, anything
caramel reminds me of fall and I would decorate my face with it without
hesitation. Popcorn: yes please! Brownies: um, <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">yeah</i>! Cookies: hurrah! </span></span><span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">(I have recipes for the two latter
ones, I’ll probably post one while I’m at a poop-conference next week.)<o:p></o:p></span></span></ol>
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<li class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1;"><span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><strong>New classes<o:p></o:p></strong></span></span></li>
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</span><span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">A fresh start with new people that
have never heard your stomach demonstrate the mating call of the moose during
exams. (Apropos nothing, what is the plural here? Mooses, mees, moose? One
moose, two moose, red moose, blue moose? Moose it is, thanks Dr. Seuss!) That
cute guy that has yet to see your 8 am look where you channel your inner ghoul.
The teacher that still thinks you’re somewhat intelligent. A new beginning
filled with doomed promises of doing all the readings and never procrastinate. <o:p></o:p></span></span></ol>
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<li class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1;"><span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><strong>Halloween<o:p></o:p></strong></span></span></li>
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</span><span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">So much candy! Carving pumpkins!
Candy! Spooky decorations! More candy! </span></span><span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">The thing is that this is not a
holiday I grew up with. So all the excitement you Americans felt as children, I
felt my first fall in MI. For example, I carved a pumpkin and it was wonderful:<o:p></o:p></span></span></ol>
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made it through all of that, I salute you. Now, if you can guess my favorite
f-word (at least of the day), I will make sure you get salted caramel brownies
to your door. <o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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Meretehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11421096489326385364noreply@blogger.com15tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6845402686236117495.post-14993022240785385092013-09-30T13:24:00.002+02:002013-09-30T13:30:59.005+02:00An apple a day<span lang="EN"></span><div align="LEFT" dir="LTR">
<span lang="EN"><span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I like seasons, and I can definitely say that fall is one of my top 5. There is something about the crisp smell of drying leaves and warmer glow of the sun that is synonymous to new beginnings and fresh starts. Fruits are ripening, the colors are changing, and I’m starting my 6 month long cold. There are many things I adore about fall, but if I had to highlight one, it would be all the comfort eating this season seems to welcome. Creating that perfect, snuggable sweater body is challenging, but eating is one of my main hobbies so I know I’ll enjoy all that hard work. </span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Baking is also I hobby I enjoy, so I thought I would share the best apple pie recipe I know. For those of you generally interested in dough making, I’m revealing my revolutionary method of cutting cold butter into the flour, so prepare to be blown away. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">This pie is best enjoyed on a stormy evening with a scoop of ice cream to the pleasure.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Crust:<br /> 2 1/4 cups all-purpose flour<br /> 2 tsp. sugar<br /> 3/4 tsp. kosher salt<br /> 1 cup unsalted butter, cubed <br /> 6-8 tbsp. ice water<br /><br /> Mix flour, sugar, and salt.<br />Freeze the butter and grate it. Crumble with the flour mixture using your fingertips. <br /> Gradually add water, tossing with a fork until dough stays together when pressed.<br /> Divide in two portions, one bigger than the other. Wrap in plastic wrap and leave in the fridge for 1 hr.<br /><br /> Filling:<br /> 5 Braeburn apples<br /> 4 Granny Smith apples<br /> 1/2 cup sugar<br /> 3 tbsp. lemon juice<br /> 2 tbsp. all-purpose flour<br /> 1/2 tsp. kosher salt<br /> 3/4 tsp. ground cinnamon<br /> dash ground nutmeg<br /> 3 tbsp. unsalted butter, cubed<br /> 1 egg<br /> 2 tbsp. sugar<br /><br /> Peel and dice the apples.<br /> Mix in a large bowl with sugar, lemon juice, flour, salt, cinnamon, and nutmeg.<br /><br /> Pie:<br /> Roll out the biggest dough on a lightly floured surface and transfer to 9 in pie plate, brush edge with egg.<br /> Fill with apple filling.<br /> Dot with butter.<br /> Roll out remaining dough to fit top of pie.<br /> Cover pie with crust; trim, seal, and flute edges. <br /> Cut slits in crust and decorate with hearts or leaves made from the dough scraps.<br /> Brush with egg and sprinkle with sugar.<br /> Bake at 425 F/ 220 C for 20 min, reduce heat to 375 F/ 190 C and bake for 50-60 min. <br /> Cool on wire rack for 1 hr before serving.</span><br />
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Meretehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11421096489326385364noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6845402686236117495.post-1416578075465944552013-09-27T17:03:00.002+02:002013-09-27T17:03:39.498+02:00Friday Facts: If boys are from Mars, I'm probably from Pluto<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">
</span><span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span lang="EN" style="font-family: "Verdana","sans-serif"; mso-ansi-language: EN; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: NO-BOK;">Friday fact: I don't trust cats and I don't really like them. </span></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span lang="EN" style="font-family: "Verdana","sans-serif"; mso-ansi-language: EN; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: NO-BOK;">After just a couple of weeks of
blogging, I realize that I can never show this blog to anyone I might
potentially be interested in dating. The few things you know about me so far is that I
like to eat (<3 Nutella), <a href="http://topknotted.blogspot.no/2013/08/friday-facts.html" target="_blank">I physically abuse my boyfriends</a>, and <a href="http://topknotted.blogspot.no/2013/09/with-blink-of-eye-term-fire-crotch-got.html" target="_blank">I tell strangers about my vagina</a>. I also anticipate a lot more oversharing and all this is not something you want people to know before a first date. A good friend of mine's, who shall remain anonymous, reaction to my blog was that it was turning "graphic". Thanks <em>Ty</em>? This means that I probably should start adapting to the idea of becoming a crazy cat lady, which in turn means that I have to learn to like cats. It's not like I have anything against them in particular, but they are not to be trusted. One second they're all "rub my belly, silly human slave", but just a microsecond later they'll decide they are done. Dogs would at this point just walk away, cats impale your hand with their claws and teeth. </span></span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span lang="EN" style="font-family: "Verdana","sans-serif"; mso-ansi-language: EN; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: NO-BOK;"></span></span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span lang="EN" style="font-family: "Verdana","sans-serif"; mso-ansi-language: EN; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: NO-BOK;">However, after some reflection I
realize that it wouldn’t really make a difference anyways (It being if a guy I wanted to date saw my blog, in case you forgot after that tangent). </span></span></span><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">I'm a sucker for bad puns, add that to the list.</td></tr>
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<span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span lang="EN" style="font-family: "Verdana","sans-serif"; mso-ansi-language: EN; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: NO-BOK;">Here are a few highlights
of my history with guys:</span><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Verdana","sans-serif"; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: NO-BOK;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></span></div>
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</span></span></span><!--[endif]--><b><span lang="EN" style="font-family: "Verdana","sans-serif"; mso-ansi-language: EN; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: NO-BOK;">I never realize when I’m on a date.</span></b><span lang="EN" style="font-family: "Verdana","sans-serif"; mso-ansi-language: EN; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: NO-BOK;"> The amount of dates I’ve been on where I was
unaware of the fact that it was a date is lower than the number where I knew I
was on a date. (In case that sentence was confusing: I know it's a date < I don't know it's a date.) One time, I spent four hours at a café talking to a guy without
realizing it was a first date. Another time, I was complaining about the shitty
food at the dorms during lent and a guy asked if I wanted to go to a fish
restaurant the following Friday, because he was going anyways. When I got here:
BOOM, double date sneak attack. But really, is it a date when both parties are
not aware of the fact? I think not. <o:p></o:p></span></span></span></div>
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4-hr-café-guy, he took my hand. In hindsight, I realize that he probably was
leading up to kissing me goodbye. My reaction? "Wow, your hands are cold!
And you have a really long walk home. Do you want to borrow my mittens?"<o:p></o:p></span></span></span></div>
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know compliment you on your clothes, they are flirting. This is apparently some
sort of rule that all girls know but me. How am I supposed to know that when a
guy compliments me on my awesome shoes, he is not really interested in the
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to ask out Norwegian girls. Even omitting the fact that I was the only
Norwegian girl on campus, I probably should have understood that something was
up. But he had to resort to a love letter and chocolate. <o:p></o:p></span></span></span></div>
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friend’s bachelorette party. When a guy compliments my dress, I manage to
reply: O"h thanks, I’m only wearing it because it’s long and I haven’t shaved my
legs in weeks. It’s really bad, almost like its own ecosystem down there."<o:p></o:p></span></span></span></div>
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had a major crush on a guy I was acquainted with. In that time, I had managed
to go on a date (unaware of the fact that it was a date, I might add) with his
best friend. This resulted in a lot of annoying drama, the highlight of which
was the night they both tried to attack me with kisses and I refused because
I’m a prude and don’t kiss people I haven’t consciously dated. </span></span></span><br />
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</span>Meretehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11421096489326385364noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6845402686236117495.post-8299394620351095462013-09-26T22:13:00.000+02:002013-09-26T22:13:25.922+02:00It's Wednesday, trust me. Your calendar is lying.
<span lang="EN" style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; mso-ansi-language: EN; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin;">If there is
one thing I think we all can agree on, it’s that I’m an above average
intelligent, likable, and generally awesome person with mad Oxford comma
skills. We can also agree that the world is a place filled with wonders and
mysteries. The thing is though, that because of this well above average
intelligence, most of the mysteries are not that mysterious to me. If you ask
me to explain the theory of relativity, I could easily do it. Or if you say
"Merete, you wonderful human being, I don’t understand why one of these two equally
large particles settle slower than the other!", I would use Stoke’s law to explain it . But if you asked me about quantum theory,
I would gently sit you down and kindly say: “Hush hush, little puppy, don’t’
you worry your little brain about that. Here, take this coconut. His name is
Quark and that’s all the quantum theory we’ll do today. Now, why don’t you and
Quark go and play in the sandbox?” Not because I wouldn’t be able explain it,
but because I would not want to explode your little brain. I’m nice like that. <o:p></o:p></span><br />
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<span lang="EN" style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; mso-ansi-language: EN; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin;">Anyways,
despite all of this, there is one thing I simply cannot understand. It’s one of
the biggest mysteries of our time, and I would greatly appreciate it if any one
of you could help me shed some light on tit: How do the Scots repopulate their
country? In my lifetime, I’ve seen a substantial number of Scots: with and
without bagpipes, with and without kilts, with and without underwear. I once
even saw a Scottish pirate, complete with kilt and eye patch. But neither me,
nor my friend Monica dared to touch him so no points for either of us. Which
meant that Monica is still in the lead. Despite all the Scots I’ve met, I have
never, as in never ever <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">ever</i> met a
female Scott Like; I’ve almost been to Scotland, and still no females. (Almost
as in close to the border.) And<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>if there
are no females, how do they keep the Scottish uniqueness intact? How is the
accent not watered down by the import-females they obviously have? So many
questions!<o:p></o:p></span><br />
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<span lang="EN" style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; mso-ansi-language: EN; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin;">Speaking of
Scotland, I think that if I were to admit to my biggest weakness when it comes
to the opposite sex, it would have to be accents. I had a huge crush on a guy
in my class just because of his Boston accent. An Aussie can make me swoon no
matter how refurnished his face is. An Frenchman speaking English to me? I’ll
make him all the croissants he wants and croissants are a <b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;">ton</b> of work. But what really makes my underwear disappear like Nutella
from my cupboard is a good ol’ fashioned Scottish accent. <o:p></o:p></span><br />
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<span lang="EN" style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; mso-ansi-language: EN; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin;">I don’t
really know where I’m going with this post, but if I had to conclude with
anything, it would be this: I’m thankful that there are no females in Scotland,
more Scots for me. <o:p></o:p></span><br />
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<span lang="EN" style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; mso-ansi-language: EN; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin;">Cheeribye, (genuine
Scottish greeting!) <o:p></o:p></span><br />
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Meretehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11421096489326385364noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6845402686236117495.post-33664639706938173862013-09-23T21:54:00.001+02:002013-09-23T21:54:15.423+02:00Lazy Monday<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I'm having a really bad case of the Mondays today. So I figured I would share some links that I like. I'm lazy and I like to embrace what makes me me. Link copy pasting = zero effort = more time to netflix. (It's a verb, don't worry.)</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial;"><a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ua1FAlHt_Ys" target="_blank">This</a> is another gem form the creators of "The Fox", the Ylvis Brothers.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial;"><a href="http://slowrobot.com/i/49220" target="_blank">Been there, done that.</a> </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial;">If I ever feel down, I go and re-read <a href="http://thebloggess.com/2011/06/and-thats-why-you-should-learn-to-pick-your-battles/" target="_blank">this</a> post by the Bloggess. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial;"><a href="http://imgur.com/gallery/d954iC0" target="_blank">These</a> out of context Harry Potter quotes are truly giggle worthy.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial;"><a href="http://media-cache-ec0.pinimg.com/originals/ac/36/67/ac3667ed726353df6ee4be6e8a21b5a1.jpg" target="_blank">Tumblr</a> cracks me up. But in all seriousness, I'm so excited for series three, can't wait to find out what's the deal with the mustache.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial;">Every time I helped the former boyfriend cleaning, I helped him get rid of his <a href="http://i.imgur.com/FkVvz.jpg" target="_blank">crocs</a>. Sadly, he dug them out of the trash each time. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial;"><a href="http://9gag.com/gag/aeNeM7B" target="_blank">Please take my money</a>, I live in a household where people steal their sister's break-up-ice-cream. Thanks, Cecilie. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial;">And that's all for now folks. I'll be back with a real post Wednesday.</span><br />
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Meretehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11421096489326385364noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6845402686236117495.post-70152238528542954022013-09-20T22:13:00.002+02:002013-09-20T22:13:56.669+02:00Friday facts: I think I might be the next David Attenborough, furr real. Part 1<span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;"><strong>Friday fact:</strong> I like things with fur, which is probably why I hardly ever shave my legs. It's not because I'm lazy, promise!</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">So, today I've compiled a list of some of the cool, furry animals I've seen. </span><br />
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<span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;"><strong>The most
exciting wild animals I’ve seen. Part 1</strong></span></span></div>
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about as common as squirrels in Central Park. Monkeys are fun, because
sometimes they look like people and other times people look like them. The one
on the picture is called Herbert and he can be a little bitey. One of the
things I’m really good at is imitating monekys, because I have a lot of
experience. I practiced once a week for years and if you don’t believe me, check out my resume.</span></span><br />
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dating the former boyfriend, we would see exciting wildlife every time we went
for a longer drive. I was convinced it was one of the benefits of being in
a relationship. I was pretty upset no one had told me about this, because then
I could have found someone much earlier and seen way more cool shit. Just
imagine, if I had been in a relationship in Nepal, I would probably have seen
Bigfoot while trekking the Himalayas! It’s like there is this whole world that
is excluded from the singles. A would full of foot rubs and exotic animals.
Anyways, wild turkeys are funny because they’re ugly and that’s a fact. <o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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childhood, minkswould sneak around our cabin on the west coast, looking for the
fish heads we hadn’t eaten. I should probably clarify this a little: The fish heads my
grandfather had not eaten. My grandfather had a much more frugal upbringing
than me, because before we found oil, most people in Norway lived in houses with dirt floors. Although I'm a pretty tough viking myself, I'm nothing compared to thet generation. I would probably
not have survived my early twenties and college without coffee. My grand father survived the
war on coffee substitute made from roasted peas. He </span></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;"> He claims that the head is the
best part of the fish, but I know this is a lie, because his favorite part is
the eye, the lens in particular. He sucks on it like it some delishious hard
candy, before he after a while spits it out on his plate with a loud ping.</span></span><br />
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<span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;"> My
mother used to catch the fish head eating minks when she was young, drown them and sell the pelt. <span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-bidi; mso-fareast-font-family: Calibri; mso-fareast-language: EN-US; mso-fareast-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin;">This
might sound disturbing, but the fact that her father considers fish eyes candy
makes her somewhat gruesome way of getting her hands on some cash very
understandable. If clubbing baby seals was the only way for me to get
chocolate, I would and enjoy it too.</span></span></span><br />
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<span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-bidi; mso-fareast-font-family: Calibri; mso-fareast-language: EN-US; mso-fareast-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin;"></span><o:p></o:p></span></span> </div>
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for the American audience, because they are quite common here and therefore not
as exciting to spot. But more exciting than moose and deer, sothere’s that.
<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-bidi; mso-fareast-font-family: Calibri; mso-fareast-language: EN-US; mso-fareast-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin;">Reindeer
makes for scrumptious meals and their fur is excellent for boots and sitting.
All in all a pretty decent animal</span><o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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These are all over Norway.</div>
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have a musk ox poo in my room, no shit y’all! I suspect that sounded way more
impressive in my head. I’m glad I don’t have any readers, because I really
don’t want to be “that crazy chick that brags about her musk ox poo” again. That
period is a closed chapter of my life and I don’t want to talk about it. </span></span></span><br />
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<span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;">That’s all
for tonight, folks!</span></div>
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</span></span>Meretehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11421096489326385364noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6845402686236117495.post-74189019328035645562013-09-18T22:52:00.001+02:002013-09-23T21:12:13.320+02:00Tell the ones that need to know, I am heading north<br />
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<span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Greetings
from 170 degrees north! Today, I’m crossing the arctic circle, heading to the
wild north for work. If all goes well, I’ll probably have some exciting stories
to tell. If I survive, that is.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">I had a
very exciting morning today. My childhood friend Ingrid and I had breakfast at
McDonald's. To most, this might not seem very exciting at all, but this was not
possible a month back because the lack of breakfast foods sold at the golden
arches. Along with traditional items such as McMuffins and McHashbrowns, the
breakfast here in Norway includes local delicacies such as whole wheat rolls
with brown cheese.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Our mission
this morning was not to eat any of the aforementioned food, but the wonderful
McToast. This fabulous McD version of grilled ham and cheese was a lunch item
during our early teens and edible nostalgia is for sure one of my favorite
things. Our breakfast adventure had been perfect, if it had not been for the
fact that we were almost killed from a toxic gas. Or so we thought until we
realized it was two 15 year olds that must have showered in Abercrombie and
Fitch perfume minutes before. How else would they be able to overpower the
smell of McDonalds and reach us sitting 5 m away? <o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">I promise I’ll
have more to tell Friday, but I really have to get to bed now.</span></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Also, ten point to anyone who recognize the song in the title.</span></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Cheerio!<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<br />Meretehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11421096489326385364noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6845402686236117495.post-30851796436121099572013-09-17T14:02:00.001+02:002013-09-17T14:02:24.667+02:00It was a dark and stormy night...<span lang="EN"><div align="LEFT" dir="LTR">
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<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">It’s a dark and stormy autumn evening and two sisters and their friends have gathered to watch their latest VHS: Pippi Goes on Board. Only a large window pane separates them from the wet leaves and wind of the forest behind the house. A forest that come spring will provide creeks and puddles galore, during summer the perfect backdrop for wild adventures, and in the winter a great place to spot moose, deer, and other wildlife that wade thought the snow to munch the sheaf of grains put out for the birds. The girls’ attention is focused on the flickering lights of the television depicting the pranks of Pippi and not on the gloomy trees. Which is why they don’t notice the creeping shadow closing in on the house until it’s almost too late. A dim reflection disrupts the image of pirates on the tv set and catches a girl’s attention. The little yelp is all it takes for the groups’ focus to switch to the window. Moving towards them is something big and white. Something they’ve only heard of in fairytales and stories: It’s a charging ghost! The sound level and commotion is something that nowadays can only be seen when Justin Bieber arrives at a concert, but these screams are not screams of joy. Amidst the terror, two sisters remain calm and stoic, not due to bravery or stupidity, but the fact that they are the daughters of the woman under the sheet and more than used to her antics. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;">Happy birthday to the best mom I’ve ever had! It’s the memories that cause posttraumatic stress</span></span><span style="color: #222222; font-size: small;"><span style="color: #222222; font-size: small;"><span style="color: #222222; font-size: small;"> </span></span></span></span><span style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">disorder that are also the best stories, and you sure have provided me with plenty.</span> </span></span></div>
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Meretehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11421096489326385364noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6845402686236117495.post-5064911116178325792013-09-13T11:05:00.001+02:002013-09-13T11:05:41.636+02:00Friday Facts: Go shawty, it is friday!<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 5pt 0cm; mso-layout-grid-align: none;">
<span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"><span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">Friday fact: I’m vertically challenged. </span></span></span><br />
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small; mso-ansi-language: EN-US;">Being short is not something I have a huge issue with,
but it sure can be inconvenient. Like that time I showed up for my first day of
classes in 11<sup>th</sup> grade at new school, and a teacher was sure I had
gone to the wrong assembly and took me to the 8<sup>th</sup> grade class. Being
mistaken for a 13 year old when you’re 16 does not happen to people with a
normal altitude as frequently, I’m sure. Or dealing with the new game my
brothers have invented, which involves putting all my stuff at places where I
can’t reach them. Great fun for the whole family! I would be more upset, if it
weren’t for the fact that every time we enter a plane, their eyes are full of
envy. </span><br />
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<b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"><span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">The ups and downs of being short<o:p></o:p></span></span></span></b></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><span style="mso-list: Ignore;">1.<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal;"> </span></span></span><span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;">You can’t reach things.<o:p></o:p></span></span></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small; mso-ansi-language: EN-US;">Con: Few things are more
awkward than having to jump to reach things in stores. Or forgetting that you
are poor and your dress is therefore poorly made, so when you reach for things
on high shelves you are simultaneously preforming a little strip tease. </span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"><span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">Pro: Ever needed a reason to
talk to that tall, handsome stranger in the canned goods isle? Short solution!</span></span></span><br />
<span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"><span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></span> </div>
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<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><span style="mso-list: Ignore;">2.<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal;"> </span></span></span><span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;">You see everything from a different perspective<o:p></o:p></span></span></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small; mso-ansi-language: EN-US;">Con: Constantly looking up
stranger’s noses. Not cleaning the dust that the rest of the world clearly sees
before dinner parties. </span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"></span><span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"><span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">Pro: You can find things
other people can’t find<o:p></o:p></span></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><span style="mso-list: Ignore;">3.<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal;"> </span></span></span><span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;">People see you from a different perspective<o:p></o:p></span></span></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small; mso-ansi-language: EN-US;">Con: Baldness or dandruff is
more apparent.</span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"></span><span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"><span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">Pro: Your face looks
skinnier when seen from above.</span></span></span><br />
<span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"><span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></span> </div>
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<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><span style="mso-list: Ignore;">4.<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal;"> </span></span></span><span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;">Difficult to find clothes that fit<o:p></o:p></span></span></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small; mso-ansi-language: EN-US;">Con: Normal clothes never
fit and they never have your size. I’ve yet to find a maxi dress I can wear
without stilettoes.</span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"></span><span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"><span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">Pro: You can find some great
deal at sales and sometimes you can even find things in the children’s section.
Money saved = money to spend on much needed stools</span></span></span><br />
<span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"><span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></span> </div>
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<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><span style="mso-list: Ignore;">5.<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal;"> </span></span></span><span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;">People treat you like a child because you are fun
sized<o:p></o:p></span></span></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small; mso-ansi-language: EN-US;">Con: Terrible in
business-situations, especially combined with the voice of a mouse and a baby
face. </span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"></span><span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"><span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">Pro: None, because the
insult of being allowed to pay children’s fares at 25 is greater than the
economic benefit<o:p></o:p></span></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><span style="mso-list: Ignore;">6.<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal;"> </span></span></span><span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;">Being shorter than everyone around you<o:p></o:p></span></span></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small; mso-ansi-language: EN-US;">Con: You never see anything
at concerts or parades and if you have even a slight tendency of
claustrophobia, crowds are terrifying without heels. I would say that the main
reason I ever wear heels out is so I don’t get trampled. </span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"></span><span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"><span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">Pro: You fit where others
won’t. And it’s easier to hide, which would be super convenient if you are ever
chased or stalked. </span></span></span><br />
<span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"><span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></span> </div>
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<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><span style="mso-list: Ignore;">7.<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal;"> </span></span></span>Awkward
photos: <o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small; mso-ansi-language: EN-US;">Con: A close up of a short
and a tall person either looks really weird or one of the participants has to
stand at a weird angle. It’s easy for your brothers to crop photos so it looks
like your date went alone, which is not a great way to welcome someone into the
family<i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">, Håkon</i>.</span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"></span><span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"><span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">Pro: It’s funny.</span></span></span><br />
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<span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"><span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">Here is the picture that I
sent my brother for him to show the family:<o:p></o:p></span></span></span></div>
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<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BnyORkJOqOc/UjLSJL0ccDI/AAAAAAAAASs/8LUZGllZJ3k/s1600/20130913_102358%255B1%255D.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"><img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BnyORkJOqOc/UjLSJL0ccDI/AAAAAAAAASs/8LUZGllZJ3k/s400/20130913_102358%255B1%255D.jpg" width="225" /></span></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">Me with ridiculously tall shoes and ridiculously tall boyfriend</span></td></tr>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small; mso-ansi-language: EN-US;">Here is what he showed the
family:</span><br />
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"><o:p>A few more hours of work, and then I'm off the the mountains!</o:p></span><br />
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Meretehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11421096489326385364noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6845402686236117495.post-68989595057878610112013-09-12T16:40:00.000+02:002013-09-20T22:58:13.953+02:00Science, y'all.<span lang="EN"></span><span style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: small;">Hey guys, </span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: small;">I sort of forgot that yesterday was Wednesday… Sorry! You see, I’m taking a family vacation this week and you know how easily days get mixed up when on a holiday. By family vacation I don’t mean that I’m on a holiday with the fam, rather, I’m taking a vacation from living with my family. Don’t get me wrong, I love my family more than Nutella (maybe), but after moving out six years ago, moving back home has been quite the challenge. Sharing a bathroom with two teenaged boys is one thing I would suggest being added to the list of punishments that can be court ordered for minor offences. So, when my sister gave me the opportunity to use her apartment for a week, I jumped on it like <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RJmIx7dLKk4" target="_blank">a bear on a trampoline</a></span></span><span style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: small;"><span lang="EN">. </span></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: small;">Since Tuesday, I’ve been enjoying a sloth like relaxation like no other. You never really know how tense the threat of suddenly being picked up and moved to a different location can make you, until it’s no longer there. Ah, the joys of having gigantic sized, younger brothers.<br />
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<span style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: small;">Solitude leads to reflection, which leads to important scientific discoveries. Behold: the evolution of chocolate: </span></span></div>
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</span><br />Meretehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11421096489326385364noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6845402686236117495.post-41575742021695425742013-09-09T19:41:00.003+02:002013-09-09T19:41:56.112+02:00With the blink of an eye, the term Fire Crotch got a whole new meaning
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<span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Hello all!<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Since it’s Monday
and all, I felt it appropriate to talk a little about regrets, especially
post-week-end regrets. The most recent of my regrets is not putting on proper, padded
biking pants before biking 40 km on dirt roads on a bike with no suspension and
a seat adjusted for people with legs of a normal length. I don’t know quite how
to explain the discomfort I’m feeling today, but let’s just say that if I wasn’t
a virgin before, I sure am now… (Also, I hope you noticed the very sneaky way I
dropped my extreme sportiness here; Merete, the Queen of Humblebrags. And while
I’m at it, I also ran 7 km this week end. And ate McDonald’s, I’m not a robot.)<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">My point is
that it is ok to do things you regret, as long as you learn from them. The lesson
learned this week end: Don’t go on a short ride with your friend without
clearly defining “short”. In addition to the great life lesson, I also got lingonberries
and the experience of almost being attacked by a cow out of it, which is a
decent deal for not being able to sit today.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">And while I’m
on this handing out life lessons roll, I want to add one that might save you a
lot of pain. And with “a lot” I mean “all the pain you have”. Girls of the
Internet: <o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">If you ever
cut fresh chili peppers, no matter how many times your hands have been washed
and how many hours have passed that day, do not, and I repeat DO NOT attempt to
insert one of those non-applicator tampons. As it turns out, it is very, very
tricky to rinse out your vagina. According to the mighty Wikipedia, vaginal
irrigation (oh yeah, that’s a thing) can be achieved by using a douche bag.
Sadly, the only douche bag I know of is my ex... Wikipedia, you let me down and
I'm very disappointed in you. <br />
So, if you ever have to choose between a chili tampon or no tampon and white
pants while meeting the president on live tv, chose the latter.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">(Disclaimer:
The ex mentioned here is not the one I talked about a few weeks ago. That one
was and is an angel.)</span></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">You are welcome, <o:p></o:p></span></span><br />
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Meretehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11421096489326385364noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6845402686236117495.post-57440068841045524492013-09-06T12:00:00.000+02:002013-09-06T12:20:20.023+02:00Friday Facts<br />
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<span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;"><strong>Friday
fact</strong>: America has made some really grand and important contributions to the
world. <o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">When I was
musing earlier this week about the wonders of American junk food it made me remember
a list I made while living in Michigan. I know it’s sort of short and all, but honestly,
that is not my fault. <o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;"><strong>America’s
greatest contributions to mankind</strong></span></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin;"><span style="mso-list: Ignore;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">1.</span><span style="font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; font: 7pt/normal "Times New Roman";"> </span></span></span><span style="font-family: Calibri;"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;">Barbecue sauce</span></b><span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;">.
<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>This one is pretty self-explanatory. If I
could, I would barbecue sauce every meal and my life would be glorious. <o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin;"><span style="mso-list: Ignore;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">2.</span><span style="font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; font: 7pt/normal "Times New Roman";"> </span></span></span><span style="font-family: Calibri;"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;">Turing right at a red light</span></b><span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;">. The fact that the rest of the world has not embraced this is very baffling. So is the fact that you guys hardly have any roundabouts, but that
is besides the point.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin;"><span style="mso-list: Ignore;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">3.</span><span style="font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; font: 7pt/normal "Times New Roman";"> </span></span></span><span style="font-family: Calibri;"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;">Baseball</span></b><span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;">.
Sure sure, baseball is a great sport and America’s past time activity and all that, but
I’ve yet to completely understand it. The reason it made this list is simple:
baseball pants. Not to give you the wrong impression of me or anything, but a baseball
player wearing good fitting pants could pitch from my mound any day. (Did this
even make sense? Baseball <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">is</i> the game
where they pitch right?) I mean, <a href="http://www.buzzfeed.com/jpmoore/a-17-year-olds-quest-to-touch-two-baseball-player" target="_blank">this</a> </span><span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;">is a completely legitimate action,
and those guys aren’t even wearing the super pants.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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Disclaimer: I’m not 100% sure that America made this, nor do I think it really
deserves a place on this list, but I felt the list was a little too short, and the
world seems to think that sliced bread is the greatest thing there is. If it
was up to me, the expression would read: “The greatest thing since baseball
pants”<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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any additions to the list? It does need some padding. <o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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Meretehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11421096489326385364noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6845402686236117495.post-67336626905931784152013-09-04T16:11:00.003+02:002013-09-06T14:50:42.035+02:00Candy Crush<span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Clearly, my promise was worth nil and yet another week goes by where I fail at this blogging thing. I can only try and justify it by saying that my life nowadays is pretty unexciting. I had to make attend a conference in Bergen, </span></span><span style="font-family: Calibri;">and as I sat through presentation after presentation, the one drier than the next, I started getting really bad cravings. Cravings for crunchy Cheetos and white cheddar popcorn, neither of which we have here in Norway. </span><span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">If there is
one thing that I believe you Americans don’t appreciate enough, it’s your vast
assortment of junk food. It’s probably one of those things it’s really hard to appreciate
when you’ve never known anything else. Like how kids nowadays can never truly appreciate being on the phone and the internet at the same time.</span></span><br />
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<span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">When
I grew up, we only got candy and sweets on Saturdays and birthdays. Like any
kid, I hungered for all things sweet and I remember occasionally stealing spoonfuls
of brown sugar from the cupboard with some of my braver friends, because the
weekly ration of five gummy bears and three squares of chocolate would not
suffice. (If you’re reading this mum: I’m just making this up so my new friends
will think I’m cool, promise!) Come to think of it, I’m pretty sure my parents
scammed us kids out of basically all the good things in life. When my sister
was 9 and I was 7, we went a year without eating any candy at all. The prize we
got: An electric toothbrush that we had to share with our younger brothers. I’m
pretty sure kids aren’t supposed to work for the right to brush their teeth effectively. (We didn’t have to share the brush, only the thing that made them move. I felt I
had to clarify that, they might have been cheapos, but my parents did have some sense of basic hygiene.)<o:p></o:p></span></span><br />
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<span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">With this
history of sugar denial, it might not come as a surprise that the smallest
amount will send me into a sugar high that I imagine can only be compared to a squirrel
on crack. And with the wide assortments of sugary products available in the US,
I’m surprised I even survived. For those of you unaware, in America
they have something called toaster pastries: flat, pie-like foodstuffs, filled
with sugar camouflaged with an artificial flavor and frosted with sugar that you can heat in your toaster (Yum!). These are
categorized as breakfast food, together with treats such as donuts, waffles,
and pancakes! In America, most desserts can be camouflaged as breakfast some way or another. (Cupcake= dessert. Cupcake - frosting = muffin = breakfast!)</span></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Being used
to fruit salads being served with a splash of orange juice as a dressing if you
were lucky, imagine my surprise when I all the fruit I was served was covered
in syrup, marshmallows fluff, or caramel. It was heaven! I’m pretty sure I spent
the majority of my first semester wandering around the junk food section of the local grocery store (all of it, minus the produce section). Crayola colored cheese in cans (unintentional alliteration, high-five me!) and puddings with flavorings varying from the basic chocolate to cake batter, so many were the wonders of Wal-Mart.</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">I would love to go on about all the other deliciousness I now have to live without, but that will have to wait. I'm feeling peckish for some reason, if you need me, I'll be by the fridge.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">Bon <span class="hps">appétit</span>!</span></div>
Meretehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11421096489326385364noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6845402686236117495.post-20761805255920440992013-08-30T22:57:00.001+02:002013-08-30T22:57:45.805+02:00Friday (No Fact)
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<span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">One week
ago, I told you that every Friday I would share a fact and an accompanying
list. It is not going to happen today, because I’m a busy liar. As further
evidence, I can add that I have promised both myself and the two people that
read this blog that I would post every Monday, Wednesday and Friday, and that
has clearly not been happening. I apologize for the lie. I also forgive myself
and that gives me a forgiveness rate of 1/3 which is not too bad. <o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Reasons for
why I was too busy this week to blog:<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<!--[if !supportLists]--><span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin;"><span style="mso-list: Ignore;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">1.</span><span style="font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; font: 7pt/normal "Times New Roman";"> </span></span></span><!--[endif]--><span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">My boyfriend of almost two years and
I decided to split up. It was a tough decision to make and the main reason I’ve
not posted this week. I’m not saying that listing all the ways I abused him for
him to read had any part of this, but I would not recommend it none the less.
What I’ve learned is that following traumatic experiences, writing amusing
story about the time I accidentally stuck a chilly pepper up my vagina is very
hard. Stuff that emo pre-teens would love the shit out of on the other hand… You
should all thank me for not posting that rubbish. (And don’t worry. The fire-crotch
story will be told in due time)<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<!--[if !supportLists]--><span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin;"><span style="mso-list: Ignore;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">2.</span><span style="font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; font: 7pt/normal "Times New Roman";"> </span></span></span><!--[endif]--><span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Acupuncture. The morning of my 25<sup><span style="font-size: x-small;">th</span></sup>
birthday, I woke up with a stabbing pain in my lower back: my first taste of
being old. After two weeks of back pain, I decided the only solution to my
problem was to have someone stab me with needles. And let me tell you, that was
the best decision of my life! I finally understand why people decide to become the
needle using kind of druggie. Hey, I don’t know how drugs work; I had a very
sheltered upbringing! <o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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Oslo Philharmonics and the following wine reception, because I’m cultured as
shit. <o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<!--[if !supportLists]--><span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin;"><span style="mso-list: Ignore;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">4.</span><span style="font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; font: 7pt/normal "Times New Roman";"> </span></span></span><!--[endif]--><span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">I somehow ended up with the
responsibility in charge of 25 young scouts for the next year. I do not know
how this happened, but the person responsible for this will sure regret it. <o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<!--[if !supportLists]--><span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin;"><span style="mso-list: Ignore;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">5.</span><span style="font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; font: 7pt/normal "Times New Roman";"> </span></span></span><!--[endif]--><span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">I had to travel for work. The lime
production company I work for needed a site assessment done and I had to attend
a meeting north in Norway. This in itself is not particularly exciting, but
what was exciting is the hotel I stayed at. Let me tell you; this hotel does
not mess with breakfast. With my room key I was given a floor map of the
breakfast area. I’ve never experienced a meal that is so complex that it needs
a detailed map for people to figure it out, so naturally I was beyond excited.
Thus, I made the very mature decision of going to bed early so I could wake up
with enough time for two breakfasts before my meeting. This means that I’m
finally a responsible adult…or a hobbit, sometimes it can be hard to tell the
difference. Nonetheless, it was delicious both times. I could go on and on
about the artisan cheeses and meats there, or the omelet dude, or the coffee
from world champion barista Tim Wendelbo, or the juices made fresh to order
(orange and raspberry with a hint of chili pepper), but I’m pretty sure I only
need two words to convince you of the superiority of this breakfast: home-made
nutella. Convinced!<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">I know I
started this post by telling you that I wouldn’t do Friday Facts this week, no
fact and no list. By now, you should have realized the falseness of this
statement and if there is one thing we all can learn from today, it is that I
should not be trusted. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> I guess iIcould go back up and edit the intro and title, but that sounds liek a lot of work and there is salsa to be eaten.</span></span></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">If you had
any experiences that led to a busy or eventful week, I would love to hear about
them. No matter what I’ll be back Monday. I promise! <o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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Meretehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11421096489326385364noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6845402686236117495.post-38511856317657379922013-08-22T12:00:00.000+02:002013-08-30T22:58:22.153+02:00Friday Facts<br />
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<span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Friday Fact
#1: I like lists. <o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">This is not
completely accurate, I absolutely adore lists. I worship wonderful lists. I
crave carefully crafted lists. I also like alliteration. <o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">I also like
routines and easily understandable writing prompts. I have thus decided to try
and have weekly Friday Facts where I present a list of facts (duh). This week
will feature a list of things I’ve done (do) to my boyfriend that convinces me
he is insane (for not breaking up with me). <o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Why my boyfriend loves
me / Crap my boyfriend has to put up with.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>It can go either way.<o:p></o:p></span></span></b></div>
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<b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin;"><span style="mso-list: Ignore;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">1.</span><span style="font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; font: 7pt/normal "Times New Roman";">
</span></span></span></b><span style="font-family: Calibri;"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;">Remembering our anniversary: </span></b><span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;">Not as in “Why the Flowers!? Wow, is
it our anniversary??? Shoot, I forgot it was today. I still have a gift though,
because I remembered last week.” Nah, I’m more of the “Hey, tall person! When
is our anniversary again? It’s in the fall, right?” kind of gal.<b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><o:p></o:p></b></span></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin;"><span style="mso-list: Ignore;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">2.</span><span style="font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; font: 7pt/normal "Times New Roman";"> </span></span></span><span style="font-family: Calibri;"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;">Throw water in his face</span></b><span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;">. Waking people up with a splash of cold water in the face is one of my
favorite things. Keeping a glass of water by the bed is one of his (maybe, I
don’t know, but he does it so I’m just going to assume that’s the reason). This
is basic math. <o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin;"><span style="mso-list: Ignore;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">3.</span><span style="font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; font: 7pt/normal "Times New Roman";"> </span></span></span><span style="font-family: Calibri;"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;">Create awareness about domestic abuse</span></b><span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;">. Every November, our school is decorated with purple
ribbons to create awareness about domestic and dating violence. To help the
cause, I designed a game; The Purple Ribbon Punch. It’s like Punch Buggy, but
more fun for me, because I always win. There are many reasons for this,
including my ninja-like reflexes, but also the fact that a 18” giant can’t just
run around campus and hit 5”5’ girls. (I made these numbers up, because
American units)<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin;"><span style="mso-list: Ignore;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">4.</span><span style="font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; font: 7pt/normal "Times New Roman";"> </span></span></span><span style="font-family: Calibri;"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;">Being a girl</span></b><span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;">.
Like most girls, I’m a very caring and sharing person. And I’m all for equality
and that shit. This means that whenever I have my period, I just really have to
share it with the world. The pain, the feelings, the details. This is not
appreciated.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin;"><span style="mso-list: Ignore;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">5.</span><span style="font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; font: 7pt/normal "Times New Roman";"> </span></span></span><span style="font-family: Calibri;"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;">Being overly passionate about Harry Potter</span></b><span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;">. My boyfriend’s biggest flaw may be that he
has not read the Harry Potter series. We are working on this, so don’t worry.
After all, his initials are RAB and if you ask me, that’s reason enough to date
someone. One time when we were doing hw in a local coffee shop, he started saying
he would google who died in the 6<sup><span style="font-size: x-small;">th</span></sup> book. Having the emotional range
of a teaspoon, I did the only thing I could think of; I slapped his thigh the
hardest I could as to prevent his research. It may have echoed all across the
room. (PS. I feel like hitting him is starting to become a common denominator
here. This is upsetting on many levels)<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin;"><span style="mso-list: Ignore;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">6.</span><span style="font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; font: 7pt/normal "Times New Roman";"> </span></span></span><span style="font-family: Calibri;"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;">Being true to my convictions and goals.</span></b><span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"> Like most girls (I think?), I have a list of
qualities that I want in a man. The first three go as follows: 1. Owns a
sailboat. 2. Taller than me. 3. Older than me. Everything is negotiable but the
sailboat. Which is why I added a clause in the Boyfriend Agreement stating that
he had to procure a sailboat within a year. His failing to do so resulted in me
breaking up with him (the day I thought was) our anniversary. The contract was
renegotiated to his advantage. Although I’m not quite sure how this happened, I
strongly suspect food bribes were involved. Very sneaky…<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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