Tuesday, June 16, 2009

Land of the Sunshine

In english, det sier seg selv. (:

The countdown says 0 days 10 hours 6 minutes 50 seconds. I remember back when it said 148 days 21 hours 45 minutes 13 ... 12 ... 11 seconds. Those where the days.

Now is THE DAY.

Well. It's the night, really. It's 1:30 am and I just finished packing. I think. My bag is not stuffed, I didn't have to push real hard, sit on it, kick it or suck out air. I just put my things in and I closed the lid. It's actually airy in there. I most certainly must have forgotten something? Maybe I'm just getting old and reasonable, packing properly. Yeah, that must be it.

I went to the store earlier today to buy some chocolate and Travelcandy. Yes, that's a real thing. Whatever you eat during traveltime you wont gain in weight. It's a golden rule and there's nothing to be said about it - i will eat it all (oh, uhm .. and share, of course).

But, back to the store. I stood by the magazine shelf, considering my choice of read for the flight (ended up with nothing. Elle - what do you give me? (tips about shaving, apparently)). Anyway, I was standing there and a lady approached me. "Scoos me, I no bring glasses, can you read for me?" I go "uhm". She continues: "this say nail polish, no?" "yes, it does. Nail polish remover," I read. "I forget glasses, ach ach. Well fank you". She moves on and I'm left behind gazing after her. Did she not wear glasses? She did wear glasses. Lady, you were were wearing glasses. Well, you were wearing frames of glasses, actually. But you forgot to put the glass in.

Weird things happen when you shop alone.

Speaking of which. Lucky Luke spent a whole lot of time alone. I am going to the land of the lonesomes. The land of dunkin' and fraps. I'll be cheering for the yankees not knowing who they are, while sipping a root beer and trying on dresses.


See you! ;)

Thursday, June 4, 2009

You get your best friend Jackson back.


You get your house back

You get your dog back
You get your best friend Jackson back
You get your truck back
You get your hair back
Ya get your first and second wives back
Your front porch swing
Your pretty little thing
Your bling bling bling and a diamond ring
Your get your farm and the barn and the boat and the Harley
First night in jail with Charlie


You get your mind back
Your nerves back
Your first heart attack back
You get your pride back
You get your life back
You get your first real love back
You get your big screen TV, a DVD and a washing machine
You get the pond and the lawn
The bail and the mower
You go back where you don't know her


Fotograf: Liv Kari S. Johnsen

Wednesday, June 3, 2009

The Muffin-Muffin blog?




































I'm drooling all over my keyboard.

I wish a muffin would stay fresh forever.
If they did, I could send them all over the world, wrapped in the cutest boxes with ribbon and tags.
And they would smell like an edible heaven to all postmen carrying them.
And they'd have to resist eating them.
And when opened they would be like fresh from the oven, full of crunch, frosting, stars and hearts.

And they would be filled with so much love, it would knock you over.