Can someone come and scream and throw dirty cloths in my home?

Arghhhh... yea i know should have written so many blogs, its not like nothing happens, no no am just lazy!

Anyway, its 06 here in Malta MickeyMouse country and i misstakingley fall asleep on around 23 on my way out to kitchen to open a bottle of wine, true. I had no intention at all to fall a sleep and had a friend on skype just opening a bottle of wine in his end so i had all intention to join him and his crazy laptop that create own words in a speed of lightining - love it, ahhh well, i dont know what happen, but i woke up around 03 in sofa with Tess on my chest. Other day i woke up in the guestroom, and i dont know why either, am getting old, maybe its alzheimers :(

So now its 06 and i done 2 machines of laundry, yes this houer: pure punishment for the neighbours down stairs arguee so so so much, stop that shit, i mean life too short too arguee and founding someone to blame, just face the shit, it happen, now we look forward, how hard can it be?

Done laundry, been out with Tess, cleaned my home, meaning sweping floors with a brush yes they dont use vacumcleaner in this mickeymouse country, and only one thinking its great is Tess as sweepeing the floors with a brush is in her opinion incredible fun arghhhhh!!!

The result of the cleaning are tilting me!

Also cooked a big lasagana, from scratch no half products :) in casa de "laa mariane catrine Loley"

-why is my name so hard? other day at casino they wrote on the screen : Lana Polley lol

the Lasagana i mostley cooked to proof to my friend am not going to kill myself, yea i was scared cooking Lasagana and eat it on my own will make me comit suicide.
So he said: Anna listen, dont cook. (he is so funny)

Bless him.

Well, other day i chatt with another friend, yea i know for the time beeing my life seems to be very computerized, but its this bloody foot jail, and its getting better so soon you have anna panna crazy IRL life back, Be petient. Anyway on my heading i had a text saying in english something that if your big dreams dont come trough so what or what you going to do about it. Its a strophe from a song a like.

He asked me what my dreams are.
And in all fairness, REALLY in all FAIRNESS one dont ask someone that 07 in the morning knowing the person is not sober.

But as the very straight forward girl with a unforgetable personalithy, i of course answered him very honest, and most times when people ask these kind of questions they just want the default random answer and he hasnet known me so long, so after i was done, he said: hmm ok, well that was honest. :) bless him. I hope i didnt make him too worried !

What did i answer, yea well its simple actually, i dont fight for world peace or starving countries as its seems like mission impossible, and i besides i think the copyright for that strophe is with Miss Universum. I do my charity of course and i have my sponsored kids in differnt countries, but my answer was simple,me think:

if i can have a partner, man or what you call it :) dont want a gay there is my border,not due to lack of sex, but i just cant stand this feminin thing 24 hrs a day. But i want someone that i can cook for, spoil a bit, give massage (am very good at that and miss it, and am talking real massage not "thai all included " :)even though i think am good at that too, not sure, ages ago FFS!) someone i can discuss with, someone who has passion for something in life, own hobbies interest so one dont have to cling all over eachother ALL the time, i mean i got my poker. Someone who can stand seeing me pale and black under eyes now and then not sleeping for odd 40 hrs or so when i go into my work zone :) someone who accept that sometimes one sleep days not nights :) and thats totaly ok. someone who accepts that yes one can make love tuesday afternoon at 14 on the balcony, and well someone who just wanna hold me little now and then when am cuddly, then i dont care if am rich or poor, but i need to be the woman, am so tired of being a man. reeeeeeally tired of being the man in the house. And ohh.... gotta be a fotball fan or else its doomed! Dont HAVE to be a LFC fan but well would make things nicer in the home.

I really miss the sound, yes the sound of someone in my home, i dont care what sound he makes i can even accept snoring and one of my former boyfreinds would laugh now, and say thats a huge improvment, but just the sound of someone around, i dont care what sounds or even if he sits and play poker 23 hrs a day, its ok, but he has to make sounds now and then :)AND throw dirty cloths little here and there. LIVE!

Honestley i really dont care of prestige or so, money or big fancy house, all i want is some sort of family "ish", i dont care if its my kids or borrowd kids adopted kids if they are black white green or yellow, or even if there are any kids AT ALL, but everyone shud really have someone to share both laughter and worries with. NOW i share them with my pc, lol and my online mates arghhhhh, phatetic.

And ohh. yea he needs to make me laugh else goooo away!

Can you imagine this, ok, i tell my partner goodnight at 10 in morning and go to sleep lol, or that i say no dont wanna go out tonight, yes i know its saturday, so what? no i cant see your mum and dad today its sundaytourneys ffs! and no i cant do this now, i need to finnish this tourney, lol just face it, these men dont exsist. Everything is pokers fault, i was normal before i sliped into this world :) i worked for the swedish goverment and took bus to office 06 every day and back home 16:00, did big shopping once a week, fall a sleep on sofa to a movie friday evening and had neighbours and friends over saturday and sunday it was dinner with family.

BUT on the other hand, isnt it better to live a little bit more relaxed, yea wehuuuu we got little tipsy a tuesday mornign and made crazy love on the balcony in pouring rain :) is that not better then go to bed and make the weekley sex with light off at 22 and maybe go to bed 00 in weekends. (puke).. cant live like that, if i want to eat breakfast at 23 and dinner at 08 i do that.

Byt yea.. it gets lonly too, thats the price you pay for the freedom. But cant it be combined, is that really so so darn impossible?

I can compromise :) but not about the kitchen, the kitchen is MINE, i dont want anyone challenge me there and cook, it stress me. Leave my kitchen alone!

Then of course he cant just be anyone, he has to wear a pair of jeans good ( girls you know what i mean) have sexy hands, speak a certain language (why in this earth do i have a thing for that language, i dont know where it comes from?? and yes its restricting me!! ) he also need to tell me to shut up now and then, and he needs to write number ridles on my back before i sleep, he has to be clever, daft people really turns me off - immidiatley, he also has to be able to make me smile, and make me feel like the only woman on earth and be ok with Tess, he also have to enjoy ocean as i do, else its hard, but far from that naeeee far from that am not fuzzy. ~at all! You think am demanding too much? :( maybe!

We all know he dont exsist :) but one cant ask me my dreams and expect a logic answer, am not very default random standarnized ~ thank god!

Now sun is up here in Malta and am going for a nice morning walk, yesterday morning i took this picture. Love the marina and boats.




Have a great weekend all!

A&T

NB: i never lived alone really, not until last 2 years so maybe am just not used to it and should stop whining ~ iknow, or play more poker could also be an option! Can anyone record me some hubbie sounds? i can put that cd on when i feel lonly :)

Where are the hidden cameras? pls?

Malta seems to reall have taking disliking to me, and i dont know why, i been nothing but good! So besides not having water and food between saturday and wednsday wich in all fairness i think is penalty enough for what ever reason am being punished, i have also burned my nose, cut my fot, met a man in hand cuffs, got new plaster by Roy "the boy" Brindley and.. yea well i can go on.

And yes, i am looking for the hidden camera!


The homedeliver of water and food i looked forward to was not possible as they only drive out my area on wednsdays, bhaaaa, and the water here is not even drinkable! Not even if you cook it can you make coffie one it, yeaa been an intresting weekend for sure and my eating and drinking acts has been... well lets just say that lemons and red wine is not the perfect match.

Lydia has quit her job, she said she was too tired and she also said
- am not as young as i look you know.

ok lol, why she say that? When she looks like she is 100? * shaking my head*

So i had to take Tess out myself when Chantelle cant come, so its been a little painful but hey hoe, am ok. POSITIVE THINKING !

Monday i sat out on my balcony, it was very sunny, and i put my ankle high up and sat there in the sun and i surley must have fall a sleep for a few minutes because not only did i burn my nose, all red, but woke up with a boooom, Tess tried to chase a bird off the balcony with the smoothness of a elephants grace in a china store and hit the table and made my last bottle of water fall down.... and pour out... am not so quick now....so i gave up the rest thinghy and decided to take Tess out. I cant get shoes on the fot but got cast on most of it just a bit in front so i figure it be ok. Yes well this is Malta and Malta dont like me so why i thought that it be ok, i dunno.

I of course steped in glas and cut myself. Had not really expected anything else. Standard.

Also stupid only took one krytch with me out, so when i cut my fot i had to lean extra weird, i mean it looks weird already with out the cut, am not really the most graceful person even without krytches!!! But now i lean so weird that my back is crocked. Ah well... if i dare i go and get masage but i cant even imagine what will happen then. I better stay home and locking the door from now on and ride out this negative variance, it has to stop- right?

I came home and had to try to wash the fot and do damage control so needed some toilettpaper, i already made blood on the floor everywhere. Before the fot injure i thank god bought a whole big packet toilett papers, might seem like over kill, but the toilett papers here are very light, and small so i bought a huge pack of toilett roles, as a matter fact, EXACTLEY 54, and i can herby confirm to the company: VET. FUTURA LineS.p.A Marcianise (caserto)- Italy that it is indeed 54 roles in each packet. FFS ( and yes- of course i mailed them and told them they need to improve their emballage beause its very annoying to chase 54 roles on one fot, and a dog helping out thinking we playing land hockey with 54 pucks! YES- When i took the packet out from the place it broke, just like that and 54, yes FIFTYFOUR roles role out along the corridor in my apprtment, NNH GG WP.

Tess thought it was very funny, just as fun as when i 2 hrs later droped a big box of matches on the floor and they ALL fell out, sorry but i did not count them. Please forgive me!


Tuesday morning it was time for another xray and either still keept in foot jail or get a free card and pass prison. When finally finding the right place to go to, its a HUGE hospital, and am amazed they dont speak better english. For an example the wrote something very difficult to read on my note, but i understand its there i shall go, yaaaa am not totaly stupid.
So... i came to one door that said something similar and also something that looked like the swedish word for "ortoped" and its actuallyt those who fix foots and the like so i go in there. Maybe also shall add that i had sunglases one but i still think coming in on two krytches and a fot in cast should lead them more into that then the glases!

I give the lady my paper and ask if i am in right place. she says- Si si, yes yes eyes. huuu?
no no i said and point on paper. she says again: Si si eyes operation.

FFS, shall i now be wrong treated and come home blind! Not sure how much more i can take. So i say NO NOT EYES. And i show her my krytches and bang one of them against my cast. She seem to weigh the options and say- siiiiiiiii... we do eyes and she point on my sunglasses. Am so used wearing them so i didnt realise i had them on, and i think it was wearing those that confuse her, like i had eye proplem. Sooo i limp on and come to somehting i beliave is main reception. AT least its CROWDED. And people act like its war and the person inside the counter has the only packet of knackebrod left! Seriously.

But am not stupid i learned now, loudest, and with most people around you that can scream on your behaf wins!!! It took me 10 min to get in to the doctor- am sho sho proud!!

OK. so now we sitting there me and the doctor and a nurse, looking at the new xrays, and he flip the pictures in the computer back and forward back and forward so i now have memorised my foot skelett for sure. then he says: what is this? and point on my heel on the screen.

well in all fairness he is the doctor and if he dont know how shall i know???? And the heel has never had a problem!! He look again and then he look at my foot and squeese and look, and he say: well its something there i never seen on a human been before!
What, come again?

But i am calm, ice cold calm, nothing bothers me anymore, i know these maltese people overdoe things all the time so i say, - ok can it kill me?
I mean at this point after all that happen am not so sure am intrested to hear anything unless its danger for my life, then i can listen- breifly.
He says no but its strange you dont know what it is, it looks like metal. WTF?
Again, and i also realised that now, one cant joke with docotors in Malta, they just dont seem to get it, but i said - ohh that one, yea its since i worked as a spy, but i thought we got it all out.

the nurse gets it and starts to giggle. but the doctor is no joker id say. He looks at me and says if i wash my feet before xray. PARDON? ( this is second time a doctor are concerned over my clean or not clean feets!!! Its in the bloggepisode: another day in paradise ) And also am i right or am i right, is an xray not like.... overlooking dirt, even cloths if you got it on???? AND how can i wash something that are inside a cast before they take the cast off- huuu? how ? tell me that!

And no my feet are not dirty!

He says again, he never seen it and ask if its paing me. Its about 1x1 cm, and yea he is right it does look like a round metal chip with nagged edges lol, and i have no clue. Well we give up this and he finaly get back to my ankle and decide to give me a "full walking cast". so they rush me off to the plaster room and so funny, there to do my plaster is a man that i swear, really and honestley swear is a twin to Roy "the boy" Brindley. I met Roy several times and he is a very very nice and funny guy lol, and i will ring him and thank him for doing my cast! Hillarious, it was so weird, but Roy did my foot and am off out, home yea too freedom!

And speaking off freedom, while waiting in line to the plaster room the police comes in with a man in handcuffs, lol yes true. Maybe around 30 and very very holigan ruff kind of guy look, dont i just love these hooligans! They place him on a chair oposite me and he dont speak one word to me but his whole attitude and ignorante smile is like he owns the world lol, love it! He stirs at me for full 10 min, and its not stirring for evil or curiosity, the man is totaly and open flirting with me, geees they dont have bitches in prison anymore?
But i stirr back. And am not sure who won this stirring competition but i really really would like to know why they had him in handcuffs????? Wonder if one can find out? when they call my name to plaster room and Roy Brindly audition the hand cuff man whisper: Ciao Bella and he blinks. LOL funny!

Does this things happen to all of you? Or am i cursed or something?


Or am i in one of those shows, will this end up on TV? ARE there a hidden camera somewhere?

Hep hep
a&t

Tess the celebrity girl, peeing on the red mat!

Yesterday before going to bed, or shall i say this morning, i took Tess out, and i mange to take her on a 200 m walk, only took an hr,ya ya ya LOL!

Anyway, seem to be some kind of event on because here was a big red mat rolled out outside one place, i dont have a clue, as i been stranded up in my appartment, this is first time i really are out in a week and also its 05 so cant really get the grip on why the red carpet is there, NEVER mind, ghaaaaaaaaaaaa, just get to it phanna, stop this rambiling!

Well, i had to pass this red mat, and as i dont walk so quick, yes.. well....

Tess can now add to her experienced life being a celebrity dog and done her pee pee on that red carpet. It was not at all my intention but as i couldt pass it quick and had to walk there (it was big mat), it happend.

After all she thinks she is outside :)

Lydia been here and we did our standard morning ritual, -si si Meskina ect ect, and i said Morning! Still dont have a clue what she says.

Now am going online to order grocceries, its all empty here and they do homedelivery so going to try that and after 13.00 a petshop delivers 15 kg dog food.

So all in all, its actually possible to stay totaly locked up, most can be fixed. Even though i have not choosed it, and dont want to be in this situation again.

Sun is stunnig today, shining in on my back warming me, so i will role my chair 30 cm to the left :))) and sit outside on one of the balconies a bit and get some brown boops i think.

Hep hep over and out!

A&T

Chantelle & Lydia

Yes, i know it sounds like name taken from a old German adult movie :-) But its not.
As it happens, Me and Tess are now employers.
Not sure what i can call our little company but i figure something out.

Lydia was employed first and she also work mornings. She is old school, fast frames, this is my job and this is not. Very punctual also.

Chantelle is my freelancer and she comes when it suits her. She is an all rounder type of employed person.Very quick learner. Definitive a keeper.

What am i rambling about?

Well, i cant possible walk Tess on my two good friends krytches 1 & 2, then i break other foot aswell and i already got blisters in my hands so i had to "hire" some people to help me with this. Money goes long way. Cash is king.

So Lydia comes 10:00 sharp and take Tess out.
And also 17:00 in case my freelancing staffer Chantelle cant come, mostly in case its rain, you now with freelancing staff they can choose what assignment they take on and apparently dogs living in Malta dont need to go out if its cold and rainy. ok.

Let me so tell you little something about Lydia.
Its very hard to say her age but my guess is somewhere around 50-100. She is about 150cm tall and 120 width.Yes its true. Her hair is gray from the hair roth and about 3 cm and after that is black. Most of times when she comes to work she has her hair in two "pippi longstock" pony tails on each side of the head, looks slightly odd as they approx only are sticking out 2 cm, not very long hair for that hair due IMO but what do i know about fashion.

She wears some sort of pajamas trousers that end just under the knee, to that she got socks that ends half way up the vade and sandals with open toes.

She is not very found of speaking English so we dont do that, she speak Maltese and i stick to nooding and smiling.

She comes and say:- Bongu Bella Tessan meskina meskina pupa sabiha. - Si si, pupa Meskina meskina meskina eyaa lau. I say god morning. Have no glue what she says. Dont really make any difference.

Tess go and get her leach, she actually started to do that minute she hears the door phone as she know that's how it is these days, so she got very annoyed at Mr Aaron Klikk the other day delivering my computer set up and NOT taking her out to pee, she didn't understand that at all. The door phone is her's these days.

And its little funny how dogs adjust. I stand on my balcony with a cop of coffee and look Lydia wobble the street down, she walks veeeeeeeery slow, so slow i get hyper stressed watching, and she talks to Tess in Maltese constantly and I hear the word Meskina Meskina Si si. Tess walks so so slow beside her and look up now and then.

I tried to give Lydia these black bags to use when Tess does nr 2, but she don't understand, or she just prefer her own system and am not member of any union with my little firm yet, so i cant force her do my way. Her system: when Tess is about to do nr 2, Lydia stops her and stick a page from a magazine, says- Si si Meskina (she always has a magazine with her, so one can say Tess take a dump on Brad Pitt and such) She stick the page under Tess and Tess does her thing, then Lydia takes another page and put on top, and make some sort of solution here, I really dont want to go closer into details, sorry for that, but I swear its true I seen her do this. For Real.

Then this walk is over and they turn back home, so this is old school, job done, job over. No fun, nothing extra.

First day she actually brought this "packet" all way up to my apartment to proof the job was done. I said thank you so much but please, i trust my staff.
I am a very good boss.

I have stooped being surprised over things anymore. Life is just so different for all individuals in this world and this is apparently how my life is. So just to accept it. Anyway, after the walk its time to pay her, I pay her 1 € /each time she comes and i wanted to give her 20 € and say we take it from there. But no no, payment each time after work over!  So not only do we have to go trough this time killing procedure twice a day i ALSO need to have change at home. this is my life, yes i hear you! But what can i do?

OK.

Then we got Chantelle
Tess loves Chantelle.
Chantelle loves Tess.
I love everyone.

Chantelle is 26, sporty cool and funny. And very pretty with big brown eyes. She is traveling to Australia in mid January and she be very missed. Chantelle comes afternoons and take Tess for 1 hr walk. And Tess knows when its her, not sure how she can hear difference on how they press the door bell :-) But Tess knows! She jumps quick down from sofa, bed or where ever she is nursing her toys and hurry to get her leash (she actually does this, same goes if i sit long and play poker, she takes it and drag it back and forward back and forward on the floor in front of me. Anyway when she knows its Chantelle she runs to get her leash and I open the door and let her out to elevator, its just me up here in penthouse so no problem with that, and she is in that elevator asap it opens jumping all over Charlene :-)
And Charlene laughs and say: Tessssssss my sweet darling!

Again I stand on my balcony seeing them sprint of, in cool outfit and ipod in the ears, and now we talking tempo, Tess is happy tagging along!
Chantelle uses black bags for nr the 2 action. Thank you very much!

When they come back, Chantelle takes care of all, she goes to Tess drawer in kitchen (where Tess runs into and sit and wait) and pick a candy for here, cuddle a bit, always ask if i need something else, and we chit chat for a bit and she runs of. AND i paid her first day for whole week! TY! She takes 15 € for this hour. She is about the only person i speak with IRL these days and she understands that and always chat along. She is very curious about this thingy called poker so before she leaves for Australia, i will invite her for some nice Anna Panna Lasagna and let her play a few SnG :-) if i could hook up my mum who are 75 am sure i can hook up this cool 26 yrs old chick to play some pokehhhaaaa!
And she is not even loud, maybe she isn't Maltese.

Its hard work being an employer id say.

You think one should have "julefrukost?Christmas dinner" when one only have two staff?
I think so.

Anna & Meskina (as i think thats Tess Maltese name)

How come, one never break even with "screws" when putting togheter things?

Well.

Am Swedish. From the deep forrest of småland the very base and homeland of IKEA, right.

So am kind of used to putting things togheter.
But how come one always get things over?
It cant be good, i know, but WHEN there is no place to fit the things in, i really cant break or make hole in the things just to go +- zero, or?

But it wasent that bad so far, when putting the desk togheter other day i got a funny thing left, and it was just one in the packet so I can only assume it indeed is of some relevance, but there is 100% no place to fit it.

Then i put togheter my chair. There i went minus one piece.
-does this mean am ok? Like i just broke even?
Or will the result of this come later as some sort of reversed rakeback?

Today Mr Aaron Klikk (probarbly not his name but lets call him that) came with my computer set up, they are good here in Malta, home deliver is no problems, its just the reeeeeeaaaaally important things like Pizza, Kebab & Sushi and such i havent found a home deliver of yet. But its just a matter of time - will. Am very stubborn.

Soooo..... pc, printer/scanner, screen.
Result: I got 3 weird wires over, i beliave thats too much.
Even in my world of very high tolerance- its too much.

Even funnier is, they dont fit anywhere, so it cant be any back ups or so, or to use for extra fuzzy gadgetts. Because there is no PLACE for them. At all. And now you hot young guns pokerplayers shake your head and think sick she is daft but then you dont get it- the thing in each end of the wires can not even possible go in anywhere, not on these maschines anyhow.

I get so tired. They stress people with this- honestley,why send it along then? And if anything break down i bet they say: yepps your own fault, you didnt use all the wires! Warranty not valid.
But FFS listen - they dont FIT ANYWHERE!

Can i make a complain in some sort of higher instance for this?
Am very good in writting those emails :)

Even Adam Jungler replied me when i emailed him asking if he please can speed up a bit on the tables when on TV since its driving me totaly on tilt seeing his action, like a koalabear.

Have it best
A&T

At Malta hospital with a pregnant foot, kind of.

Ok, i guess you all deserve an update!!

After a very long saturday night with pain i realised i should see a doctor with this ANKLE, see yes i spell right now! Me very good ya ya ya.

So sunday morning i jump on one leg around the neighbourhood taking Tess out, and i have now given up the hope that they see me as normal since so many curtains moved while doing this so by now they are convinced that am a nutcase more or less.

Ah well. One do what one have to do - positive thinkning

Arrived at the hopsital and i now know that this hospital actually is the biggest in Europe, one learn so much sitting in emergency room all day. I also learned potatos grow best in the north of Malta and that the water no good in city and that.... ahh you get the picture. And if it wasent for the fact i was in shitload of pain it be quite interesting, so many different people.

Well i register at the counter and as i dont have my blue swedish health card with me and my health incurene here in Malta isnt ready i end up in nomansland and have to deposit a lot of money for anyone even to take my name down, my name that by the way all day trough in all the speakers was "laa mariane catrine Loley" one can for sure say i didnt know it was me the first 10 times i heard it.

After 3 hrs i realise this is going nowhere, since am alone here.
Because i discovered that the ones bringing most friends and relatives and who are able to create the loudest conversation and crazyiest wave with the arms is the one getting help, regardless of the injure.

Not much i can do about family but reverse psycologi might work so i make sure the person in the counter SEES me :-) then i limped/dragged my foot and myself to the counter in best "ringaren from notre damm" style. When finaly there, (all this took maybe 8 minutes and trust me i had the whole waiting rooms divine attention) i squezze a tear out (not that hard actually as i felt both totaly abandon and cut of the world and also in pain) well i squezze a tear out and whisper very low (reverse tactic remember) and the whole waiting room had become silent to hear me, lol, i even hold my arms around me instead of up in air ala Malta style.

I say: pls am so so sorry to disturp you, pls excuse me but i waited for so long and soon i think i will faint and am all alone and im also pregnant and am so scared its not good for me ( well not pregant ofc, unless there is to be a new Jesus to born but a little white lie has not hurt anyone, at least thats what i said to myself then) The minute i say word pregnant the waitingroom BURST out in a loud discussion,angry that they let me sit and wait hahahaha... hillarious! I will love this country.

-Oh bella, Si si, you come tell me, we dont let you waaaaait!
And whupptiii i won the battle of the que, i almost wanted to turn around and raise my arms in victory to the rest of the room as they call my name: "laa mariane catrine Loley go to area 2" But as the very good behaved girl i am i controlled myself.

Really felt as i won a big marathon getting this far, and it took the doctor about 30 seconds to shout, Xray!

Bhaaa... he at least could have given me some more attention he was adorable cute, but propably gay with my luck!

"laa mariane catrine Loley go to xray area"

I can not for this world understand why they have to announce everything, but maybe it is to entertain the waiting room people, because when sitting out there one here all this so one can really follow the peoples move in the system, and the waiting room while i was out there started to discuss when they hear the names go trough to nexty "area" and of course arguee about what the diagnos would be and why and this and that, i mean come on, of course we argue loud and wave our hands
- its Malta baby.

anyway, they xray my fot from all possible angels and then shout in the speakers "laa mariane catrine Loley go back to area 2" and hearing this all day i just need to ask the person in the xray room, why cant he just tell me as am just 1 meter from me him, why does he need to say it in the mic?

I ask this and he once again turn on mic and say: "laa mariane catrine Loley.... WTF? i say no no, i want to know why you do it when am standing here, i understand if you tell me? He reach for the mic AGAIN, and i say noooooo pls...but no luck, "laa mariane catrine Loley please go area 2 now", its true he added a now.

I give up i said Ciao and limped on. Limping has for me now a total different meaning then 2 days ago.

Wonder what they thought in waiting room hearing my name 3 times to leave that area?

Ok BACK in area two. Standing there waiting for my doctor, a nurse come runnig with a wheelchair, ??.. -no no i am ok i say. Nonononon you have to sit, SIT!
Well i sat. Cant argue with a Maltese. Already learnd that.

Doctor came and said (and he axctually said this)
- Listen madam ( madam woot??...), yes i said.
-What is wrong with you?
-ehhhh... i got pain in my fot .. i started to say.
-NO NO.. he said, whats WRONG with you? -Your fot is fraktured in 3 places and in 3 differnt directions and you decide to wait 24 hrs before coming in AND walk around here in the areas instead of letting your family pull the wheelchair?
-Besides i am also told your pregnant, where is your husband!!! he really should be here!

(why did they tell him that, it was just a lie to get into the doctor)

He is angry, my cute doctore is angry with me and i actually cant look at him and say its a lie so say something evenmore stupid, i know, but you need to understand am very tired now. So i say,

- he left me am all alone. ( i reaaaaaaaaaaaly should not said this, and the minute it jumped out my mouth i realised that but too late) the WHOLE area 2 gets quiet and THEN boom, a discussion in Maltese and very loud and angry started, when i think back am sure i will smile one day but at this point i really felt so bad, tricking this people but it was kind of too late.

No shit sherlook it takes so long to get things done in this hospital!! Then they decide that ok, well lets give her a bed!!!

Ok so now they put me in a bed, and role me into the place where they do plasters/cast, and i hear in the speaker, "laa mariane catrine Loley ......seriously when will this farse stop. One nurse is walking beside the bed holding my hand even, i really really felt bad, i dont like lies and am very straight forward but this was like a emergency lie, how would i know the person tell the whole hospital?

I get my cast, is that really the name?
And i still dont understand why they have to do it all the way up to the knee when its the foot that are damaged? Is that not little over kill?

Placed back in wheelchair and out trough the waiting room to deposit some more money to get krytches and another appointment. And yes, of course the waiting room seeing me started to discuss loud and clear as they do about everyone coming out. And one woman came to me and said: -Si si i told my sister, you come out with that, and she knocked on my cast, the sister came up behind her saying a very long harang in Maltese and then turn to me, Si si she right but i said you get bandage! OMG, pls god let me get a taxi home NOW, i kind of want to hear " "laa mariane catrine Loley your taxi here"

Got my kryches and now am actually soon in tears for real, understanding how unbleivable difficult this will be alone in Malta with a dog to take out, and am stricktley banned from using my fot, one can say am "fotbanned", seems like a good complement to the chatbann that i seem to get everywhere. Attitude problem, what they mean?

Am soooo nice!!!!

Over and out, tomorow i tell you about the woman we found to take my Tess out couple of times every day, lol, she is very serious, she explained exactley what Tess done, how she did it and how much and how it looked, well i dont really care as long as it is done outside!

I think the woman is one of those old ladys that cant social with humans, she seem honestley more odd then me. OMG is it me in 30 years i see in her?

Now am scared for real.
Is it momondo .com one find tickets?

A&T

Malta, gaybar and a twisted ancle! All is normal :-)

Well i said it before but am still little puzzled how comes - i always end up in situations that clearly is odd!
Now it happen again, and my first blog for so long should really be about the move here to Malta and all that but i skip that. This is better :-)

ok, so.... saturdays and sundays is Tess day!
Meaning long long walks because its really nowhere for her to run lose in Sliema so we need to get outside and we made a deal we do that in weekends, she is cool and have visit more cafe'`s and been charming more waitresses last 2 weeks then in her whole life before so i think she is ok, they always give her something to eat :-).

anyway, jeans and sneakers and hoodie on (not very warm in afternoons) loud music in my ears and of we go! Calculating a 3 hrs walk or so.

But, There ís something one need to understand with walking in Malta, you HAVE to look where you put your fot all time, its really not flat and its holes and bumps everywhere and suddly for no logic reasons there can be a step down or up!
Yea you get it, right?

We came about 15 minutes from our home and then boooooooom, i twist my ancle so Fu***** bad, even though i had loud music in my ears i heard the cracking inside the ancle. It went all black to me and i had to sit down on the step that did it to me. Seriously, i have twisted my ancle so many many times, i got a crap one, injured it when i played volley on little higher levels back then 100 yrs ago or so and since then it dont need much to twist. But this was by far the worst twist i ever had. I actually honestley though i broke it. Great! who will i phone? Who will take my Tess for walks? Feck.

And it hurted so bad so all i wanted to do was to scream obcsene words like when your aces get cracked on river from someone holding 72 off or simular. I serious wanted to screm all the bad words i could, LOUD, i even think i could have created some NEW VERY bad words, for some reasons it seems to help.

But there where two sweet girls coming running to me screaming its broken. mama mia, we heard the crack of the bones! well what you also need to understand with Malta is that people regardless if they are happy, sad, angry or just simply want to say halloo, it sounds like they are facing their worst night mare, they are very loud :-) and typical italiano questures,, you get it ?

After a while, i been able to at least figure out that its not broken, i can move it and i can put preassure on it, as i said, i been trough this shit many times. So am trying to convince everyone ( more people have joined the crowd) its going to be ok, i just need to sit here a while. MAMMA MIA NO NO! Broke, Si Si, hopsitali, Bella please, Si Si??? You all white in face, TAXI!!!! well i can smile now because it all ended quite funny and am also more then little tipsy due to this.

They brought ice from the pub nearby and wanted my shoe off, quite a big drama when i refused, i know if i take it of i have to limp barefot home because no way in this world can i get it back on afterwards, and am not yet ready to walk trough my new neigbourhood in daylight with one shoe, am sure i get to that at one point or the other, have for sure happened before, but not yet.

(last time i walked home without shoes i woke up in my bed day after and when i toke my braw off a seeeeeerious sum of money fall out, it took me 6 months or so to find out where they came from, when i run into a mate saying shit you crushed the black jack that night lol so, black jack on the pub and no pockets to put the money in :-) and i have not even one scene of this in my head)

So please give me few more weeks before my neighbours think am a lunatic.

ok, i had to show them i could stand so i did, and blimey i almost fainted but smiled and said all goooood!.I know that even if its a bad twist in a few hrs it be better.So i just need to sit somewhere for some time, preferabel where they have coffie! And started to walk a little bit away from the group, they said crazy americano and keept on talking so the whole block could hear them- but thats just how it is down here. So i walk little bit and it really are getting up to me i can not get myself home right now, so i sit on a bench along the water and Tess is busy helping the fishing man and chasing some sun reflexes. I try to phone my freind down here, but i am actually in such pain i cant even press the phone proper, and am feeling like i have to throw up.

Then.. well and i still dont know how all this ended with me and Tess joining a gayman and his yves saint laurent freinds for some serious wine drinking but thats where we ended up.

After 30 minutes on this bench i just have to try to do something and I know there is a fancy coffie place just around the corner and say to Tess we need to make it there hope they allowe (some cafes dont like dogs even if sits outside) us to sit for a few hrs drinking coffie and then go home - deal? Yea yea whatever she seems to think, even though little annoyed leaving her fisherman, she really liked him. He pulls up small fishes for his cat (cant see how it can be worth the work really but hey hoe whatever makes his world rock) and he shows Tess the little fish everytime, and say something i beliave noone can understand, he got no theeths and I think he is like 95 yrs old or so.

So i make it there, and its late afternoon and Maltese people love going out after work having their coffie ect so its full, completley full. And i really must have looked devestated behind my sunglasses because one man, ah well man is maybe to over doe it, rush from inside to me and start hugging and kissing my dog, he just LOOOOOVES dogs, yea yea right, how come gay people just have to do that thing with their hands? do they get excluded from buying yves saint laurent and vercase bags else?

A blind and deaf person could see he was gay.

Anyway, he ask my name and dogs name, kiss my checks and invite me to sit with him and his freinds, a big group of people all wearing gucci, vercase and yves saint laurent looking like straight out of a magazine, but heeeeey i had a hoodie with "havefuen" on !!! He he... so without even waiting for an answer from me he just lift up Tess and carry her straight trough the whole crowded place saying, -Bella bella my scottish bella come with me! -Everyone, please meet TESS and Hanna from scottland (they dont know anna here, it is just as when i lived in africa, hanna hanna hanna) so i smile little and say hi, hallo, gooday and limp after him like a retard. People say -ohh your schottish, i try to explain no no am swedish but people say yes scottland nice nice so i give up. Yes scottland. Great, perfect, scottland! Nooooo problemos!

Ok finally at the table it is really some sweet lovley people, they order a steak for Tess, (waiter didnt blink even when they cut it in bits and put it on floor to Tess lol) and tell waiter to bring 4 more bottles of wine, waiter says same one as before? They get angry saying si si ehh?- you think we cant pay?? and a big discusion in maltese follows and i dont understand a word from. I take a glance on the winebottle they drinking and i know those bottles are not cheap. Well wine comes infront of me, my fot are placed high up and am already feeling better! They are sweet people, Marco is the gay one that got me thre and the others are couples and sisters, brothers, cousins and god knows what to him, i lost track of it. We sit there for 2 hrs, it gets cold so owner comes with blanketts, even Tess gets one to sleep on and life is actually quite ok, i lost track long time ago how many wine bottles came out to this table but it was quite a few.

Suddley Marco kiss both my checks and whispers -Scottish Bella i really need to get laid tonight. Ehh..... well your gay, i cant possible help you with that i think for myself. But before i have time to say anything, he stands up ON his chair and shouts:

-am gay and i have to get laid tonight! Si Si! - anyone joining for the gay bar?

His brother get angry saying he is making a fool of him self, marco says - i need to get laid, whats the problem? And are on his way up to announce that again, when his brother pull him back to the chair, and it would be an understatment to say it was not a loud discussion following. Marco want to borrow Tess to bring to the gay bar, he says all gays love dogs and he will get laid easy. He also announces he will call in sick to work tomorrow. GG NH. Well i dont think she like go clubbing today i say. He looks very sad in that very very typical gay way, and say maybe another day. yea maybe i say (Not likley).

Then he order cake. And when cake come he put the whole lot down for Tess- Si si Bella, Tess my best friend now! Omg...Tess is going to puke all night is all i can think but thank god she is used to odd things so she just wave her tail look at me like, whuuuuu malta great land, and eat the cake. I drink my wine and start to wonder how in the whole earth did i end up here?

One of the girls in the group insits holding my hand touching my nails and am so new to this culture am not sure if its just normal or what goes one, she is VERY pretty and got huge boops, yes sorry but she did. I mean maybe she is gay too, but sorry hun am really not up for some other sides experience tonight with this fot! But after an hr or so her friend explain, she cant speak english at all, she is visiting from Sicilly, but she wants to know where i make my nails, i say its my very own but they dont understand, so i just say i made them before leaving Scottland :-) she said ohhhh and ahhhh and keep on touching them. I let her do it, its like a free massage and spa treatment this, wine, massage ect.

Sooooo... if one looks at this from above, a random chick from "scottland" in a Mermaid hoodie, sits with fot high up, drinking wine with a burping /Sleeing dog under my chair, a gay man holding my one hand and every so often kiss my check shouting he needs to get laid and a very pretty girl holds my other hand study my nails, repeating very nice very nice. But noone seems to think any of this is strange so i guess C`e la vie Carpe diem! They all act like we known eachother forever. And tell me all sorts of things about themself and their families. Well as i dont want to join Marco to the "real" gay bar he drop me home so Tess and i got lift in a very nice car i can swear it never been a dog in that one before! Marco kiss me 4 times on my checks to say goodbye and on the very typical gay way, put his arms out and shout to the whole street: -Si Si Manwel Demech Street 32, i know now, i come visit my scottish bella and Tess.

And now i sit in my sofa wondering why these weird things happen to me ALL the time.

AND seriously its a reason why dogs should eat dog food, she already started to fart badley so my sunday tourneys will have be on the balcony!

Hep hep

C4Q & Tess

The battle of the "Kjöttbulle"

Hi
Remember the woman who said she made better "kjöötbullar" then me , lol, well the boys went there other day to fetch food, and she said
- please tell the swedish girl that just that perticulare day my "kjöttbullar" wasent very good, i actually throwed them away!

LOLOLOLOL

-soooooo beaten id say!


Am Best!

A & T

Pictures :-)

Tess and i have found our best best place so far to walk, its a huge walking district with lots of differnt trails and paths, there is good water as well as dirty shity water, and yea.. Tess loves it all!

Loads of dogs as well, so it really is a nice place to walk your dog and let it play with others if you want. And if one dont want to play with dogs all the time one just talk a walk up in Forrest, just keep in mind that crazy mountain bikers swiss by you like maniacs lol. Just awaiting the day when Mr right will hit Tess and i have to invite him home for gevalia coffee, the commercial, you know? - when unexpected guests comes.. bla bla ,, never mind! :-) i always remember very useful stuff though :-)

Here are some photos, from first time we where at "dog heaven", yea yea, just dog pics i know :-) LOVE the tongue on second from end picture. <3















Quiet and beautiful














..... until the monster from Roarsvej come :-)
















-What u want NOW? Am busy mum!
-Might be rabbits in here somewhere!!















-U got candy? No? Then am fecking not coming!!!














-Nope!! Still not coming! Am very stubborn!













-Whuuuu.... am flying!!














-Soooo much water.. so many waves & shadows!














-yea, he was ok ;-)














-Very stubborn pup THIS was...kids kids kids!














-ohh yea shake it baby! Shake it!














-i feel good!














-coolest chick on earth yeaaa me me! See you mum!














-Candy? Cool... am coming!!














-what? Go home? Are u for real?
We only been here 2 hrs, am not done!!!!

NOT done, SO NOT done!

naaat naaat!

xxx

C4Q & TT

Kjöttbullar, Footie, Volleyball & Beers!

Hoi!

Hope all is well.... here is ups and down but today a funny thing happen, or a few :-)actually....like forgetting to go off the Metro, lol, well i realised after a few stations but stil, silly me, i was in my own world of loud music in the hedset!

And jaaaaaaaa... mum and sis, I will put in pictures. Tomorrow :-) got some good ones from the lake other day, I wish I had someone to throw the stick and me taking the photos when Tess flyyyyyyyyyy out in the water, hard to do both things, lol.. took like 200 pics and can maybe use 10! Had the good office camera else it wouldn't been possible. Tomorrow mum,promise!

Ok, today I went to pick up lunch and the guys wanted “smorrebrod” typical Danish dish that probably are very good but I kind of don't like it, too much slimy things on. So I asked the lady, if she has anything else to go. Yea sure she says I got “kjöttbullar” lol she actually said that word witch is a very Swedish one indeed. I think in Denmark its more likely to be called frikadeller. Well I told her that am not the right person to offer “kjöttbullar” since am from Sweden and I really reeeeeeeeeally do amazing “kjöttbullar” lol.
SHE said- ohhh no mine are better.
I SAID_-ohhh no, that not possible.
OH yes she said...
I Said- OH nooooo
..ah well you get the picture :-)

Anyway I took something else, and when she packed everything she gave me an extra little packet. And said: -here is one of my “kjöttbullar” let me know what you think. I laughed and said cool, I will come here with one of MY awesome Kjöttbullar next time I make them. She said: deal.
And it was quite funny because it was a old lady up up for so much nonsense challenge. I will soon make “kjöttbullar” and go there and trust me- this battle she cant win!

OK, when I come home there where some guys standing outside talking, you know the cool, sporty type of guys in around 30 ish age, good looking.
I enjoyed the sight :-)

BUT...

I wanted to play some footie with Tess, didn't have energy for long walk, have had some headache and shit so- footie it is! So in, changing cloths and shoes, disgusting grinders cap on, (I really need to consider washing it soon but Tess also kind of like it as it is :-) and who fuck cares really ) took the football, and Tess and went out.

Well here it got little silly, lol, cos I kind of felt I wanted the guys to be a bit surprised and believe it or not am quite good with a football, not running or that shit but just trixing and stuff. So I passed them having it under my arm, and they smiled a bit, yea yea,, so 30 m down the road I started to bounce the ball a bit and play with Tess, kicking and being just plain daft silly,. Nodding it and taking it down on my back, back kicking it to the front and then mess a around, lol, Who fuck cares. Tess had fun. Anyway, I hear one of the lads say surprisingly to the other to look, So I stooped and take it under my arm and kept on walking, Tess jumping on my side wanting the footie back. Sooooo.. then I got to my little park. And it didn't take many minutes until these boys where there, and Tess and I where playing our normal wacko game where she gets tons of yellow and red cards since she CHEATS!!!. yes she actually do, stupid dog. She steals the ball and run off and refuse to take it back to me!

Anyway, the lads join in!
Hehehe.. and we are kicking and messing around, its great fun and they are really nice lads. After a while Tess gets feed up and go to the other dogs, little puppie Trine was there and also Molly the monster, Morgan the notorious runner round round round, and little puppie Daisy (stupid name).

So the lads and I start to just for fun doing some volleyball between us, its four of us so soon we divide two and two and it gets more serious, lol, well we didn't have net but still a good fight and of course my team won. Well, Tess is feed up and wanna go home, silly girl, mum having so Fun! So we stop and walk back and they decided to leave as well, they had their car outside my home, two of them where brothers to a girl just moving in so they been there helping. They ask tons of questions how come am good with a footie and a volleyball, well. I ask back: why shouldn't I? -You mean because am big zize ? LOOOOL soooo funny, they dont know what to say, insecure men, worst i know, am just being a jerk really but with a smile, I don't think they will forget me at least) they say- ahh well yeaa.. welll hmm noo dont mean it like that but. Ahh hmm... bla bla bla.

Am laughing inside so much.

Anyway, it was really nice lads, we shared a beer in my backyard and the sister came out as well, very sweet thing with big very brown eyes. Water for Tess and beers for us :-) we talked, joked and had a good time, one of them where very fascinated by Tess, and she as usual took all chances in this world to steal the attention, this time by emptying her water bowl and throwing it up and down in the air, omg omg so silly she is! And then she comes to me with the bowl, like saying
- look its empty mum!
Yea?.. go figures!

Logged on and played a little, placed in sofa, with lap on knee, and Tess having her head very heay on my arm, very sweet and difficult, we took a seat to Boss 100 k in a satellite so okedoki.

Nat nat

A&T

Mr Banana man not there!

and ohhhh... our Mr Banana man was not on his chair today :-(
But we aint giving up !!


cheers!

Molley the Monster destroied our Footie!

Molly the Monster!!! Bhaaaa..

bought a fotball for us today when getting of the Metro. Home, changed to “throwingmyselfeverywhereandgetdirtycloths” and off to “our” mini park to show the gang how goooooooooood we are at footie. :-) Only thing missing is pouring rain, we love footie in rain, thats gooodie good!

Tess missed her footie! We dribbled and bounced all the way to the park and she was jumping up and down like crazy happy! And Woow we had fun in park, we are GREAT dribblers and kicking back to each other, our gang where impressed :-)!

But then....... Molly the monster came, Molly is a boxer and more then little weird id`say and she is just 7 months old and got sharp theets still and yeaaaa she massacrer our footie. Bhaaaaaaa....Molly, if she gets hold of anyhting, NEVER let go until its for sure quite dead!

Well we had fun .. 20 minutes, before the air left the footie, lol!

OK, we took our long walk later. Power walk down to Sondermarken and loooooong walk it turned out, over 2 hrs and I was totally sweaty and with best grinding cap on (you know guys, the one I CAN NOT wash, never ever will I wash it, maybe a bit disgusting yea.. but who cares)

On our way home we pass our little park and see lots of dog mates so we stop for a little while, motley because this Norwegian girl was there and I missed talking to her she is adorable sweet and her dog “Darwin” is cool.

But guy`s, really! Get a dog if being single, wanting to met girls, Jesus, its such a magnet!


Hep hep
A & T

-i bought him a new banana!

hahahahha.. am still smiling!

Well, Tess and i decided we need to give the man his banana back, well not the same, that one is gone long time ago but a new, so we bought a big nice yellow banana :-)

On our way, late today since i had other stuff to do, but i know the man close 21:00 so we where at his shop just before then ... lol ... he sits outside on his chair, and i stop and say: here , sorry we scared you other day, see, its a new banana!

He jumps up, say something in a language i dont understand but i get some words: crazy, woman, nono, and something sounding like Hexa, lol (witch) but not sure.

WEll i told him its a very nice banana, and Tess was sitting there with her very best behaviour on, but he took his chair and closed the door, mubling crazy people and not very happy. WTF- i bought him a new, what more can one do?

Well we tried!!

So we continue our walk and shared the banana :-)it was a good one!

it was quite funny, i seen this man everyday passing there and i will make it my mission for him to like us, i will NOT give up! i will make him smile, promise!

hep hep
A&T

Stolen banana and a fountain hippie dog!

Hola everyone!

My first weekend in this mickey mouse country is now to an end and what can I say, felt sad and miserable on Saturday evening all alone so I went to the cinema, just some minutes walk from here and saw Sex and the City- the movie, and it was actually good, especially if you seen most of the episodes on TV. Go and see it, its both tears and laughter, but it didn't make me feel any less lonesome so back home I walked Tess and take a little sleeping tablet to get me trough the night.

Sunday I woke up well rested and decided to be a bit sporty and house wifey :-)

So first, breakfast in bed with Tess, well its just something we do our way :-) you wouldn't understand the charm with it. lol

Then after walking her a smaller round I pop off to the swimming house, swim intense for 40 min and then relaxed a bit in the sauna. I live very close to swimming hall so its actually great even if the hall its self isn't very impressive. But hey hoe. NO complaints!

Downloaded some nice music to my new phone, I used limewire, recommended by Neil darling, and its quick and cool, thx! found some great danish music, recommended by Amte in Norway, odd yea, but as you know i got a thing for danish language, mohhaaaaaaaaa!

So I wanted to walk Tess like 2 hrs. or so realised I needed to shop before stores close since I planned one of my awesome lasagne and nice salads. So rush out and find a place, picked a big wagon full, and looked forward so much to cook! I mean , I used to cook every every evening after work when I lived with Mo, but after we split I haven't found the spirit for it, and that's a pity, I LOVE cooking and am actually good at it. So well at the cashier, they don't accept VISA or Master Card, they ONLY accept Dan card, well that's fecking stupid and I do tell them, I told them they should have a sign on the door then, saying only Danes can shop here, well it was groceries for 600 and I didn't have that in cash, I rarely keep cash, since card works everywhere these days, so I said keep it, and trust me I will NEVER shop here again, said fuck off and good day and left. Well I couldn't be bothered to be nice, but yea,, I will get a Dan card then even though its fecking silly, I been travelling so much last year and never experienced this! So bought a caffe latte to cool of and went home to take Tess for a walk. But first I shipped some mails to the gyms close here asking what they can offer, I need some help getting started, am no good with machines and so and I ended the mail very catchy lol with: if this is one of those gyms that only focus on skinny blondes bimbos with big boops, then don't bother to replay, am huge overweight and very ugly but want to get started in a gym and need some instruction and a personal trainer, so if you can provide that fine, else, don't replay. Cheers. (lol) well I guess they ended in the stream of my irritation of not being able to use my cards, bhaaaaaaaaaaa. Lets see what they replay.

Tess and I headed for our normal route, quick visit in “our” home park and then Frederiksbergs Have and then Sondermarken.

Its a good walk, I walk quick to sondermarken, to work up the pulse and there I let her run free and play with dogs, talk and relax a bit and then walk powerful home again. At sondermarken we met Alfa, he is a grand danois dog and soooooo coool, and Tess likes to play with him and its really funny, she runs under his tummy, lol, and when she run quick he just runs galloping like a horse behind, he is 10 months and HUGE.. and he sleeps in bed, accordingly to his Husse :-) Alfa and Tess played so nice and after leaving him we passed the big fountain in the park, well Tess was all whined up and took like 4 laps round round round the fountain, people where laughing, I couldn't stop her! And then,,, yea of course she decided to run inside the fountain!! Am pretty sure this is not allowed, but she jumped in and took another few rounds INSIDE the fountain, FFS! And people where shouting and screaming, cheering for her, and it whined her up even more :-) and she refused to come out!! FFS... yeaaaaaaaaaaaaaa, I had to take shoes of, pull my trousers up and jump in and GET her, so am pretty sure that the sondermarken people know me and Tess now, the crazy Swedish woman with an even crazier dog! Bhaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa! There was even a park guard but he just laughed, I mean Tess was so happy, how can one be angry at that sweet little crazy chick!

Yea we took our round there and met some of the people we met all week and then headed home, its pouring rain but that's OK I love rain. And walking home passing the Sejk beer place, my fan club was not there due to rain, (its 4 guys a bit older and they think I don't hear cos I have music in my ears, lol, but I hear them, they always say that Tess`s bump and tail swing the same way as my bump lol, well cant be annoyed at them, they always smile so sweet) One day I will let them know I hear them :-)

And Mr kioskparadiseownerpakistanian that we pass every day, has now stooped sitting outside his shop. lol. Well cant blame him, he probably shit his pants the other day, he was sitting there looking the other way and we came around the corner, walking quick, and he was eating a banana and Tess really got a thing for bananas so she just, without stop walking jump up and,in the air and stole a part of the banana he was holding, and he scream loud, lol, scared the shit out of him, well I apologise and all but he wasn't really interesting in talking to us, lol, he just kept on screaming and Tess was eating her banana wawing her tale while I tried to apologise, she seemed to think lot of fuzz for a banana, :-) waco caco dog. i had hard time holding myself serious. And it was funny it all went so quick, so before I realise what she did we already walked like 30 m and I had to turn back. It was a restaurant on the other side and they all laughed.

Back here its time to sort some food and I actually manage to do a nice meal of absolutely nothing, so some pasta with fried different kind of mushrooms, garlic and cremecheese thingy and some fresh herbs on top... and a glas of red. It tasted great, sprinkled with lemon and some timjan. Seriously it was good. I still got it.


Well soon of to bed, among all the laundry that are hanging here to dry! Bhhaaaaa.. apparently the coins for the drier isn't the same as for the washer machine and I dint know so couldn't dry my laundry in the drier but had to hang it here.


Okedoki!
Be good and get lucky!

Kram kram
A&T
the cool chicks in the yellow house behind the blue door!

Elephants, Mr Sexy Eight and Frisbee theft!

Hi all!
Well i decided not to write any more blogg until its a positive one, you know some annapanna weird everyday life atmosphere. Because who wants to read about low mode, naeeee high mode, give me five man!

Anyway, things has improved, am a bit more settled in here in ”yellow casa with blue dooor” sure miss a few things that i thought would somehow be a reality but who cares, things can be sorted little by little, am not fuzzy. And if they are not sorted life goes on , no problem!

I thought a little about if i maybe choose and changed my life a bit too much thinking of Tess, after all she is just a dog, well someone asked me this and it stroked me that i didn't even thought about it not once : if i priority her needs more then mine, because after all what chooses does she got? She just has to lay her 12 million teddies wherever I lay my hat!

So the answer dear Danny boy is no. I don't, i am proud and happy to have this special dog and she is really really happy now, she never been this relaxed, eating this well and enjoyed her days, and it will get even better when she will tag along to office, its just a bit messy so I await that for the moment, we are fixing and getting in order a bit and after that she can tag along now and then :-) it will be sweet, and my room will be nice for her, and scared little Brian can avoid her :-)

What did make me change the mind then, to all that negative whining to some positive thinking?

Well, most of all I was worn-out, totally exhausted and it go to me, and pain like a maniac. But I slept and took it easy and am back on track, still got shit big pain but I can handle it, I learned to live with it, I just need to be better respect it and accepting it.

So, let me tell you some lines about my day :-)

Took Tess out in the morning to the little park just her, take me 2 min to walk there, and its was a nice fun start of the day, we met two dogs, ”Millie” and ”Robbie” and its funny, like Tess is the New girl in town, lol, come on check her out, And Tess is enjoying the attention, shes new queen in town, lol.

Let me tell you a bit about the dogs we met every day in park:
there is little ”Darwin” a white westie with a very sweet owner, a girl from Norway, and her parents had springer spaniel and as always none believes Tess is a springer but a Munster. Bhaa!

Then we got, ”line” A German Shepard own by a bald headed man that had a Danish accent I cant for my life understand so i just smiled every time he said anything.

”Molly” a fat little English bulldog that drewled and spitted lot of excitement over the new girl in town!

Ok then we have ”Lolita” LOLOLOLOLOL and here i really understand that dogs actually turns into be just as their owners, ”lolitas ” husse is so gay that there isn't word for it. And ”lolita” is the same, in a weird way, cant explain, but she where like looking down on all of us. Well now I get why Tess is as she is, crazy but very cuddly :-) Just as me. Very cuddly :)

And then we have this very sweet girl with a beige Westie, and this dog was cool, she stole a shoe from a kid in the park and refused to leave it back, long story but it was funny and dogs name is ” Mrs Jensen”

All by a sudden from nowhere it glides in a Dalmatian, 12 yrs old "allan", his daddy are English and very strict and "Allan" are like standing still in the middle, knowing he is very pretty and tallest, looked so funny, and people who don't have dogs they don't understand this at all , I know. Its OK. Its my blogg

Tess and i left after a while, on our way to “sondermarken” so we walked and walked, saw some Elephants on our way (true!!) met some nice Gordon setters and scared the shit out of a man taking a piss behind a tree lololol. Also true.

We got to “sondermarken” and finally i can walk and walk and she can be lose, very nice!

We met loads of funny dogs, lots of crossed breed, and then suddenly he comes...... I see him far away, he and his mate, two springer spaniel or one welsh and one English, and Tess sees them too! And its funny with this springers, they play so so so good with dogs of their own breed, weird, but they played so well, jumping and chasing and cuddling and giving hugs, wish I had my camera with me!! It was so sweet to see, and it was a very nice male springer, his name was ”eight” in Italian cos he had an 8 on his back, he was the most muscled springer i ever seen and reminded me a bit about Lucas, my first springer. They played so well and me and the owner walked along walk. But when Tess get tired, then its no use, she get bitchy :-) so after a good hr or so meeting all sort of dogs witch the owner of ”Mr eight” know all the names, breeds, and gossips around we headed back home.

Saw some more elephants, (true) saw some Qiong practise people that surely didn't appreciate Tess running in between them and me whispering trying to call her back, and she also stole a Frisbee from two lads playing and refused to give it back, well eventually there came a bird flying doing a shadow so she had to chase that one.

Home she eat and went to sleep- straight! Exhausted!

So i took a 3 min walk to the swimming house, swimmed, and took a long steamy sauna bath and headed home to relax in sofa!

Well had to finish the wine bottle I open yesterday, of course, so I think I sleep nice soon, Tess is tired and want us to go to bed, she has done all she can from putting her head on my arm to drag a big pillow with her in to sofa to give to me, I think it means night night from us in yellow house with blue door! played a few hands with some mates and joked around on the skypie hingy :-) my poker lads are funny!

Xxxx
from us!

Floor picknic and Teddie theft!!

FFS.... enough soon :-(

My whole body are aching, there isn't one muscle that isn't paining from all this lifting, packing, stuffing aways things to the seller, running up and down. I walk like am 90! A person with arthritis shouldn't do this i think. Need a drugdealer on sped dail! After this move is over, its feet´s up and just relax, and go and get some proper massage, don't care what it cost, i need it to be human again.

Yea sure i could have rented a cleaning firm for the cleaning, but its not easy when one need to live her to last day and the girl moving in here will come day after! But worst part are done, now its basically just the floors, and the walls and lists in the hall, and packing all my cloths.

AND on our last night here, Tess and i have to sleep on the floor, lololol, wacko caco... because i need to throw my bed out and cant do that same day am moving, cos i need help moving it, its a 160 bed, and none to help me that day. But we snooze up on a madras and tons of pillows, it will be like a little picknic :-) we will buy take away food and open a bottle of champagne, after all one need to say proper goodbyes to things. Now its new chapter and new life ahead.

Last time I moved (from one apartment to another in this house lol, yea I know, very BRAVE ehh) I actually when the apartment we left was clean and ready to close the door on, middle of the night, I lighted candles everywhere, put the duvet on the floor, put on a” mickey mouse “nighty (maybe not lol, maybe quite not mickey mouse ) then I rang my husband (now ex husband thank god) and said I needed help with something I made up, so he came from the apartment above and we had a little picknic:-) ahh well that was when we where happy and I still bothered to do fun stuff, like putting notes in his sandwiches saying funny things or notes in the cornflakes packet giving him clues on some riddle where first prize was some crazy thing :-)

Today am just an old and very boring person :-)very boring to be around i swear.

Today i went to a photo store and got some help fixing old photos, not digital, so i can save them better, and also needed some printed copies in black and white. I ordered some frames with black passpartou´s and it looks really nice, i sorted it all earlier, its for my ”doggie wall” and will make my home be mine, its my darlings, Tess and Scilla. Lukas and Tessie as i had before i unfortunately don't have any great photos on but this two wacocaco ones i got loads on. I think it will be really good pictures, i mean am not a brilliant photographer but my dogs are sweet, so that helps.

Okedoki, back to work, or maybe just shower and bed, to snooozeeee with Tess, she has been so funny last days, not stressed anymore over this packing. But I tried to throw away some of her stuff today but it wasn't successful, when I came back up from seller she proudly had emptied the trash and taken them back! Bhaaaa.. so I guess all 12 Teddies are moving to Copenhagen with us, ridiculous really – she don't use them all!

IN need of massage! And a bike :-( I had a really good bike, almost new, ex borrowed it and now he wont leave it back, lol, silly, A BIKE hahahaha,, keep it! Christ, refuse to fight over a bike, lol.

Night night sleep tight don't let the bedbugs bite!
Bridge travel tomorrow, PACKING down the office there, moving to new one on Monday, Christ, not enough with all the packing here, have to do it there too...but not anything to carry, we have a company doing that. Thanks!

Hep hep

A& T

Fotboll, cleaning and snooooozing!

Went with some girlfriends to the pub watching Sweden beat Grecce. Sweden didn't play well in my eyes but won so hey hoe ...... and result went 0-2 as i said all along. Am best.

Back home and been fixing and cleaning, jeeeeesus, its all Tess fault, that dog really has put her hair, dust and shaked herself everywhere, walls, lists, bhaaaaaa. Am been on my knees scrubbing. However she find it very interesting and is there with her nose helping. Then she got bored and throw all her basket with toys out and messed them around. We really need to throw some of them, since i buy new ones every time i travel :-), she cant bring all to Copenhagen and i have told her, but she act like that will not really happen. Ah well, lets see about that. The one i bought in Finland is very sweet, its a golden pup but she still likes the fanta bottle more, weird dog. She been a bit quiet a few days, its her normal way of punish me when i travel, but now she is her old funny way again, curious, helping out with everything :-)







Shower and in bed, Tess on my arm and scanned the channels and whuuuuu.... an old classic that i just love! Forrest Gump. I think its one of the best movies ever made, its so simple and deep in same breath and it really make me smile at same time as its a bit sad. But its a great move, a big movie! So Tess and i watched it for the 20 th time maybe and now we are on our way into sleepy land.

Be good boys and girls!

A&T

An unexpected girls party!

I should write about Finland, but i can do that another time :-)

Got home, my little Tess was delivered to me at airport and we catched a train home, i missed her and wanted to hold her and touch her all the time, but she was super super stressed and the trains air condition was broken and again overcrowded with people so a horrible ride for her. But we got home and i toke her for a long nice walk with swimming and we sat down relaxing a while as well, sharing a bottle of water and a croissant :-)she said she had a great time with best mate, and am glad for that.

On my way home with train my phone where plinging like crazy, apparently peoples text didn't get trough last 24 hrs in Finland, and since i always replay instantly they all wondered if all was ok :-) and one text was from a mate here in town, he said he put me on VIP list, just say my name in the door, Anna + 1 he added on list, to a place that are having its grand opening Saturday evening with invited people only. Well i don't really have +1 to go with, Jessica is away and am also too tired.

But little did i know how things would develop :-)

Saturday after being on a long walk, we when getting back to our place met a whole group of girls playing ”kubb” in our garden, its a garden for anyone living in the house. ”Kubb ” is involving a lot of sticks and throwing, perfect for Tess- she thought so she got involved straight chasing the sticks! I had to go there and get her and say sorry, the girls, it was 12 of them ! where in the ages from 20 to 30 i guess, just laughed, they had a girls night and drinking and barbecuing. They asked me and Tess to stay a while so we did, it was great fun, very nice girls, and i haven't seen not anyone them before lol, the one they where visiting is newly moved to the house, sad since am moving, because she really was a happy, crazy girl, just my taste!

So they where heading out on town and somehow they convinced me to go and get showered and get dressed to join. Good i been on master long walk with Tess, she will just sleep. So i asked them if they wanted to go to the opening of this place i got my name on the list, they said they definitive wanted to but how, its not open for everyone that evening. I rang my friend and he made it Anna + 12 lol, he of course didn't protested when i said its only chicks! All singles!

Sooo... quick shower, dressed and a few more drinks in garden and off we went.
And it was a hilarious evening, its so nice to go out in a big group like that, its feels so much better, one never feel lonely if one of them are off dancing or such, well you know me i ended up in the bar and after just 1 hr i was BEHIND the bar, lol,. Yea yea it was fun, they needed help and i am awesome in doing strong drinks and make wacko mixes so i helped out an hrs or so and it was fun!

We danced like maniacs and had a great great evening! Fantastic great group of girls, and sadly am now moving when meeting them. But they said- cooooooooool we come over to Copenhagen and turn a place upside down, just pick out a good club and we go crazy! Haha.. and i don't doubt, they where just my kind of girls, even though i more often have most fun with groups of lads, these chicks where great, and all except one where single, so much easier then! Little weird they where single, they where all so good looking but as they say when i asked: - come on its summer! the other thing we can do when it get cold and dark! hahahaha so absolute refreshing to hear that from girls!!

I cant wait to have them over to my little place in Copenhagen and have a crazy night out! Am meeting a few of them for coffee in the week before i leave or to see the Sweden game together down at on of the outdoor places showing it, but thats a bit tricky, i really WATCH football, and follow the games and they might find me boring, but hey hoe, i hope they enjoy fottie!

Now its back to my packing and sorting, I had hoped to get the kitchen all cleaned today but might end up doing something else since its really not a fun job! Got a text while putting this up the boys are at the pub watching the game... hmmmmmmm.. cleaning the kitchen all by sudden don't sound so attractive! They sit outdoor in the back garden watching on a big screen so Tess and come along, so I think I pop down.


Laters good people!

A & T

Just another day - in paradise!

-well somwhere around 14.30 or so it started to go wrong.

I was supposed to met my coming landlady and give her the deposit money, but she had to push it, to next week, she is a very sweet girl so i trust her all will be ok with the contract so no worries. I beliave in the good of people. But looking back i think it was here it all went wrong.

OK. some background info that is needed: When coming over to copenhagen today i brought the Laptop with me i took home last, since someone ( read Mr PB :-) ) needed to empty it from things before i reinstall everything, i also brought along my 3G, incase all the internet wires where taken, meaning if Mr KA would come in.

OK. When leaving i realised already when Mr PB locked the door that i forgot the computer but no big deal, i can coupe for now with the one i have at home. So Keep it and empty it.

In the taxi i go.....On the train i go.....Over the bridge i go.

And there ..boooom... it strikes me, that my 3G is in the laptop bag!! If i dont have that i will not have internet and thats impossible, really, no joke but it is impossible.

Rush of the train at Svågertorp (witch is sweden) and see on the board there is another one leaving for copenhagen in just a few minutes, am quite far away from that train and dont have a ticket but take a chans, am stubborn, you all know that. And as a side note info i can say: it takes 2 hrs single way from Copenhagen and to my home.

I am 3 meters from the doors when they close them and off that train went- without me.

OK. Next one leaves in 30 minutes so i guess i need to take the stairs back up and get a ticket.

OK. Then i realise that one of my heels ( i rarley, seriously very rarley wear shoes with heels but did today bhaaaaaaaaaaaaa) are broken, lol, so i cant walk with one shoe with heel and one wiothout thats just too plain stupid, even for me.

OK. i take them off, and walk barefot. Let people stir i dont give a rats shit about that, the key is to walk like you are a billionare with a private Jet and that you choose to go barefot.. Why? Because you can!

And am yet not irritated, thats amazing.

OK. got my ticket and get back to train.
Also get hold of Mr best PA who says i can drop by him in a taxi and get keys, go and get the thinghy and come back.

OK. SUPER!

After a while he text me saying he went there and got it for me (bless him) so i just can fetch it at his place. Really a time saver.

OK. now am at copenhagen main station- again- and its a bit more people then in svågertorp for sure and not so easy to look down to not step in glas or other things so I rush into a shop there to buy a pair of sandals. They got this extremley ugly ecco or school or WTF they called, never mind, i dont care, i can wear them at home. OMFG.. its like 14 people before me in the que! I dont have petinet for this.
OK. Ignore shoes for now.

Get a taxi, and of to Mr PA to get my thinghy. no traffic so actually there quick and easy, get my thinghy and back to trainstation - again- and also thinking ok NOW i sort the shoes out, because even if i can walk like a queen pretending i got the most expensive shoes in the world on just that its only me who can see them, its fecking hell not very comfortable!

OK. Finally there, and i see a train is leaving to home in 4 min, and there is still que in that shop, and if i miss this train i have to wait an houer. Easy chooise. Insta Ignore shoes. Tess is home and i havent been able to reach Emma who take care of her today because my phone when i open the slide, turns black, and when i take the slide back it works, BUT i can then not reach the buttoms, FFS!! going mental soon

But still not irritated, amazing.

OK. so i say what can i do in 4 min to make this situation a bit better, you know, positive thinking. I pass another shop on my way to the train, pop in there, take a beer, pass the whole long que, throw a 50 note on the desk and -say keep the change. lol, littel funny cos i dont have any shoes and the person behind the desk really looked up and down at me, so well.. people without shoes maýbe dont really tip but hey hoe, i got shoes, its just that people cant see them!

You tired yet? Or are you smiling?
Trust me it gets worse, there are still hrs left before i reach my home. Maybe i should continue tomorrow, because i can feel my "morfin" pain tabletts are kicking in now, - yes - my evening ended on hospital!

I really really really dont know why everything happens to me.

And Mr PB texted me saying, if all this happen to him he explode, i texted back (this was before my phone fucked up) saying- naee this is just another day in anna panna life!

OK. Finally i sit on the train, and now am travelling on the ordinary ticket from this morning, and i always buy buisness class since else one are not guaranteed a seat and its very full in morning of screaming students on their way to school talking in their mobile phones about he said that, i said that and then she said that, bhaaaa. It cost me 40 kr more each way so as far as i am concerned it could cost anything i still would think its well spend money. So am sitting there, in buissness class togheter with Mr tie 1 and 2 and Mrs "nose stucked in the air" and Mr " very young IT brainer", i got no shoes, am all sweaty and i have a can of Carlsberg in my hand, lol. Well i just do what most swedes do coming to or from Denmark, drink beer. So I sit down and say loud and clear- Finally, what a day!

They dont really seem to interested in starting a conversation so ahhh well, lets drink my beer. I now know that it of course would been better with a bottle of water but, well, i wanted a BEER!

OK. And i actually thought about this next incident quite a bit, i mean how many cans you think it was in that store? 200? 400? 600? Next time passing i will take a quick look calculating, i need to know the odds. I get back on that one day - promise.

Anyway, yea yea of course, when opening the can, it fecking explode! BEER all over, not only me, oh nooo, both Mr tie 2 and Mrs "nose stucked in the air" get to share this amazing unforgetable moment with me.
Still am not irritated, but i am actually quite close to tears. And i never wished so strong that i was pisst drunk or had a bag full of drugs! AS much as i hate drug- at this point i would do them!

Mr tie 1 is a older gentleman and i think he sees i had a kind of ruff ending of this day. So he quickley takes the can, throw it away in the bin and reach in his suit and give me a ironed napkin (! who irons napkins, just as stupid as iron underwear IMO). Maybe he is nice doing all this because i have a blue mark on my west that i bought this morning when buying my coffie. They said it was supporting cancer so since i always think its important to give good karma i could not refuse buying, well, two gentlemen on the train this morning, stoped when leaving at their stations saying- thank you for the support. I just said ok, sure np.

I didnt understand what they meant, but when the second person said it and left, i must have looked very confused because a lady, that actually sits in the swedish goveerment, i recoqnised her, and I am not really into politics so little proud (she was on her way to a meeting in copenhagen, she was very nice actually) leans over and says: - its the blue mark.

- Oh yea, i say, i bought it this morning its for cancer. She smiles a very sofisticated smile and says- yes, prostata cancer, you know the kind of cancer men get in their .... and then she moved her eyes up and down. .. ok now i get it, lol. A little funny, but hey hoe i always support a good cause! And this made me talk to her, a very interesting lady!

Ok back to the napkin, sorry i lost focus, its my pain killers.
He give me a napkin and i start to dry my self and the table and the seat, when all this is done I wonder silent, am i supposed to give it back? Are one? i mean, its not a pretty sight this ironed napkin, old makup, beers ect ect...but its a real napkin, with monogram. And even funnier was that HE understood i was thinking this so he whisper- keep it, i got a few more.

Cheers mate! Well i didnt say cheers mate, i just smiled, a SOFISTICATED smile, smeeling beer and without shoes,leaned forward and whispered back- thank you.

do that if you can! HEP HEP!

Am now a proud owner of a napkin with initials MH, so now i cant stop thinking what his name can be! Wacko caco!

OK. I could continue telling you how unbelivable annoying it is that they need to see your ticket 111 times but i wont. And i could tell you about the little Tai man who came lookig for cans in the trash and found the beercan that was not empty and spilled the rest on the floor and starting to curse in tai language, but i wont. Somtimes i curse myself for remembering all this shit and details all the time.

OK. Now am at my home station, and i live only 1 km from station but i seriously cant walk that without shoes, trough town, i mean who knows me in Copenhagen?
- no big deal, but here, noo way, enough that i once forgot i had mickey mouse pyjamas on and sandal shoes, and went to buy pasta 03 a saturday night (after playing poker of course) and in the que full of party people a freind of mine gives me a hug and say: nice trousers honey! lol, i mean didnt even realised i went out in pyjamas and sandals and it was a bit cold too so i had my long winterjacket over so i guess it looked funny.

So i need a taxi.

There are only 2 standing waiting and they get grapped just before me. And i cant phone a taxi due to my phone will not let me type on it without getting black, i seriously need a new phone, its done this before but not this stubborn. And the taxies leave before i can make them awear i need one and let them call one in for me.

Really what is wrong with this day?

So i go into "pressbyrån" its a kiosk thing, and want to ask to borrow a phone. But outside there is a basket, they sell "flip flops", are you with me, you know what am talking of here? THE most awful sandal ever made, i started to hate them when living in africa, since it really was the only thing you could wear in those sandy streets. And besides i never learned to walk proper in them.
But ok, i buy a pair, after all its just 1 km!

And i really really just wanna get home now :-( am not irritated, but iam starting to feel sorry for myself. And dont worry about Tess, Emma texted me saying they just been on a long walk so thats something good.

OK. Here we go. Me and my sparkling blue flipflops, they suit my blue prostata brosch for sure!!! Very SOFISTICATED! One gotta smile.*shaking my head*

I take a short cut trough the library building, and to pass there one need to CONQUER 4 stair steps, and this is sooooooooo close to my home so i can see the balcony door, not more then 50 m or so, just an open litle square and then - safe and home. And yepps.. there i bloody cant do this flipfloppingafrickafuckingsandal shit anymore, i stumble on the stairs, and since also bringing home a very good expensive camera from Copenhagen my thought was to save that one and i fall really bad. I scream "jävla skit f**** h**** k**** and alot more that i will not translate. And now i actually starting to get a litle irritated. I look up and i can even see Tess`s nose since the balcony door are a bit open. THAT is how fecking close i am! She even heared me. Because the nose was not there before the fall. Details MR sherlock- Details (i hate it that i remember so many useless things)

So when falling, i saved the bag with the camera and droped my handbag, and in the handbag was quite a big sum of money for the landlady that i had to bring back and bank didnt have 1000 notes in danish so i have 20 000 danish in 100 notes lol.
The word bloodmoney are now having a new meaning to me, because the money flew out, everywhere and am bleeding, both from my nose and from ... MY one TOE! Well its just to get a grip and collect the money and try to get home and do damage control and rearange the troops- as WE wardedicated heros say! Huhaaa!

I manage. And when opening the door my litle Tess is so so so happy, coming with one of her "pups" in the mouth (you gotta read yesterdays blog to understand that one) and i have to spend a few minutes with her, else she get confused and stressed.

OK. nose is no worries, just ordinary nose blood- i think. Stick some cotton in that one. But the TOE. OMG the whole top of it is.. like.. gone! And its bleeding like crazy, i quickley decide that i cant get this bleeding to stop proper so i need to get to hospital and good knows what bakterias i can have on my FEETS after this day.

And for those of you who it actually has striked: that am making this up and now am about to say: tadaaaa only joking, got ya! Well, sorry but that will not happen.
I wish!

OK. i can still not phone a taxi. Hate my phone very much indeed. TY NOKIA!

I dont really know anyone of my neighbourse exept Emma so i ring her door, she is not home! Well then it has to be spiderman, and i dont call him that due to "hunkiness "or special talents. NOOOOOOOOOOOOOO.... he breeds spiders!

He is very very pleaseant and always plays with Tess when i meet him and he have invited me several times to come and see his spiders, but i cant, i really really hate spiders and we are not talking SMALL spiders. He also breeds couchrouches to FEED them! He is a very serious with this, got alarm on his door and lock on their "boxes" so am ok living in same house i just dont need to see them. I dont think i even would know he breeds spiders unless one day he was out picking leafs and i thought that was odd, but i stoped and helped him, of course. And after 20 min or so i said

- soooo why are we picking these leafes? He then told me. He also have those "walking sticks" animals. And they eat leafes. Apparentley.
OMG useless knowing.

Anyway, i ring his door, and around my fot i got a big towel wraped and cutton sticking out my nose, am bloody on my cloths and smell like a brewery. He opens and i ask to borrow a phone to call a taxi. He asked me what the hell happen? And i start to explain.. lol.. in one sentecne that are like 500 words long and probebly dont make sence- at all. I think am a bit in chock aswell. He stops me saying, - i drive you. He get his keys and put an arm around me and am close to tears, just because someone cares.

I am lucky, for once, at hospital there is no que at the emergency room so i can see a doctor straight. Spiderman waits for me and follow me into the doctor. And you all know the drill. The nurse comes in first and one have to tell her and then the doctor come and you tell again, like a fecking preconsultation and i cant really do that at this point. so i just say to the nurse, - no offense but pls, i cant stand telling this story twice, feel free to be here when doctor is here if you wanna hear it but noooo am not doing it twice. Nope- not!

She gets my frustration and leave to get the doctor.

He comes in, he is from polen and speak brokenenglishswedishpoloski. See this day cant possible be relived again. What if i wake up tomorrow and same shit happens, like in that movie?

He dont understand a shit from my explenation so after a while spiderman tells the doctor- cant we just fix it? Do you really need all this information? ( lol, it was funny) the doctor says, .- no sorry me help ja.

- ty!

Apparentley it looked worse then it was and its nothing he can do but putting some sticky thing, smells like tyre on it to stop bleeding and then clean it. However he do tell me

- maybe you clean fot everyday, good for you. now- very dirty.

OMG he think i have these dirty feets???
I open my mouth to try to explain that i walked 100000 miles without shoes trough a battlefield of obsticles but spiderman hysch me and says in swedish so the good doctor polanski wont understand,

-DO not get him started to listen, he will never understand this and we stuck here forever - just AGREEE!

OK. i ask doctor polanski for some good pain killers since my fot are aching like hell. He calls the nurse back and tell her to fetch "bfjtdfldfa" dont have a clue what he said, but nurse looks a bit suprised and ask him again, and he says yes that one. WTF is he giving me? She comes with them, only 3 tablets and i tell her- well this wont do me trough the night even, am used to strong pain killers. She says- dear these ones are strong morfine i cant give you more then 3.

We limp home. And woow these tablets are good :-) am definatley not irritated now :-) am actually feel pretty cooooooooool!

I decide to take shower. Its a bit tricky, the good polanski doctor put a big bandage on, so it really look faaaaar worse then it is. Cant be that bad really. Its just a toe. I wrap a plastic bag around it and put a chair in the shower :-) after all am old now lads, i seen oldies have chairs in their shower. All this is done with Tess overlooking eye, she is a bit confused but very supportive, she carry 3 of her "pups" with her in to the bathroom and lay there and wait for me to be ready, constantley making sounds :-) min lille TessBusMus that 100% thinks a bottle of sunlotion is a puppy! Gotta love that, pure love!

Well it went ok.
But i replaced the bandage with a smaller bandage read plaster and put some of that thing on he gave me to stop the bleeding. And i dont feel a shit! Seriously this tablets are sooooooooo goooooooooooooooooooood!

Am now in bed with Tess and the "pups", and she is right now washing the fanta "pup" very carefully :-) such a good mummy! And i really just got one thing left to say:

Mr PB you "mentalmaniadonk"- If you empty the laptop during day i would have brought it home and NONE of this would have happen. You understand?

YOU owe me drinks and please notice the S in the word drinks, and NO BEERS!

Good night!

(omg i might have to become a drug addict, this is AWSOME)

C4Q & Tess and all the cultural pups!

ps 1: i might sleep in a bit tomorrow morning, ok?

ps 2: I think its good am single.

I mean if one come home 6 hrs late and explain this even lets say without the toe thingy, its just sounds too stupid. Like i been cheating in a hotel bar somewhere. So i stay single. There isnt a man born that are crazy enough anyway, So if i want someone to write letters on my back so i fall a sleep, i call an escort company and pay for it. Am soon moving to Denmark. Its legal there. Am serious - give me a number to call- and NOT a sex thing, just a company thing.
I think am high now :-) lol, i will erase this tomorrow!