The unpacking is going slowly as we're waiting for some furniture still. We are settling in though, and the house has not given us any too bad surprises. It might be a sign of me getting older, but I have a new born desire to dig my fingers into the soil, I'm getting into gardening! Yesterday I went online shopping for plants and seeds, and maybe with a bit of luck our back garden will get a bit of blossom this summer. Today I took the bus to Eastgate to buy a spade and a watering can, and boy was that a mistake! Bank holidays and the traffic was horrendous! It took ages to get there and the bus back was 40 minutes late as all the cars coming out from the shopping centres were blocking the way. Roundabouts aren't always a good idea. I felt like running out into the street and kick the cars, and my mind said "You've got boots, you can do it". I didn't. I put on an annoyed face and clenched my fists discretely. Respect.
A bit of enamel fell off my front tooth last week, and so I have to visit the dentist on Wednesday. I tend to keep 4-5 years between visits, so I reckon it's time to bring out the floss again...
All Love
May 30, 2011
May 22, 2011
New Address
I can confirm, we have now moved houses. Me and Susanna moved from the posh neighbourhood of Redland/Clifton to the colourful neighbourhood of Easton, where the sound of police cars are frequently heard and where the local shops are full of random foods from all corners of the world. Hamdi might be pleased to know this part of town is full of Somalis. We share a house with two bedrooms and a bathroom upstairs and a kitchen, conservatory, dining room and lounge downstairs. And we have a small garden! The house is light and fresh though old and slopy. We've had a few guests walking into walls as the house reminds us a bit of "lustiga huset", walls and floor leaning in all kinds of direction. I find it charming, and call it character. I will try and get some photos up as we get properly installed and get all the boxes unpacked.
New Address:
Frida Linden
29 Beaumont Street
Bristol
BS5 0TD
United Kingdom
I have a spider in my room, I call him Nicholas and he lives in a corner of the ceiling, just over my bed. As long as he stays in his own territory he's free to lodge.
All Love
New Address:
Frida Linden
29 Beaumont Street
Bristol
BS5 0TD
United Kingdom
I have a spider in my room, I call him Nicholas and he lives in a corner of the ceiling, just over my bed. As long as he stays in his own territory he's free to lodge.
All Love
April 24, 2011
Sunshine of my Life!
It has been a gorgeous week of plenty of sun. Paris was absolutely lovely. Me and my darling mom would dress up in stripes and berets and pose in front of famous monuments, sit down at cafes for some wine and cheese and fall asleep in sunny green areas. The guy who worked in the reception of our hotel dressed up in stripes to match us. Brilliant!
I saw a house in Easton that I really really like. It looks light and spacious and has a rear garden. Tuesday morning I will be on the phone to see if it's still there!
April 15, 2011
Three Random Questions
Questions on my mind...
What happens to dirt?
Clearly, things such as leaves, grass and lifeless human bodies decomposes and turns into dirt after a while. But what happens to dirt? At some point the dirt surely must turn into bodies and plants, but how does that happen?
Is the shadow of Earth the same size as the moon?
When you look at the moon, the part of the Earth getting in the way of the light from the sun appears to be a circle the same size as the moon. Is that because the shadow of our planet is the same size as the moon, or does it have any other explanation?
Why does hair fall off?
They say we lose 50-100 hairs daily. Why is it that if you'd pull out a hair it would hurt, but some just fall out by themselves?
(The last question I actually googled the answer. The answer is that hairs follow the Hair Growth Cycle.)
These are things I can think about.
All Love
What happens to dirt?
Clearly, things such as leaves, grass and lifeless human bodies decomposes and turns into dirt after a while. But what happens to dirt? At some point the dirt surely must turn into bodies and plants, but how does that happen?
Is the shadow of Earth the same size as the moon?
When you look at the moon, the part of the Earth getting in the way of the light from the sun appears to be a circle the same size as the moon. Is that because the shadow of our planet is the same size as the moon, or does it have any other explanation?
Why does hair fall off?
They say we lose 50-100 hairs daily. Why is it that if you'd pull out a hair it would hurt, but some just fall out by themselves?
(The last question I actually googled the answer. The answer is that hairs follow the Hair Growth Cycle.)
These are things I can think about.
All Love
April 05, 2011
Things I Do When I'm Bored
I have a tan that looks fake! It looks like I need a lesson in how to apply fake tan, though it's not fake. The result of sun and snow. Lovely!
Today I was bored. When I am bored I do stupid things, like getting on dating sites. I find it very amusing until I realise people are actually serious. Then I get scared and decide never to get on a dating site again. Another annoying thing about it is that the pictures I try to upload are always declined for reasons I never understand. I guess the pictures that describe me the best are seen as either obscene or just plain scary. I find that amusing as well.
Yesterday Tony went in for detox! Go Tony, I'll cheer you through all the way mate. You will get your ass back, and then we'll go fishing!
Podcasts rock!
Susanna lent me a book called Just Do Something. Is she trying to tell me something?
All Love
Today I was bored. When I am bored I do stupid things, like getting on dating sites. I find it very amusing until I realise people are actually serious. Then I get scared and decide never to get on a dating site again. Another annoying thing about it is that the pictures I try to upload are always declined for reasons I never understand. I guess the pictures that describe me the best are seen as either obscene or just plain scary. I find that amusing as well.
Yesterday Tony went in for detox! Go Tony, I'll cheer you through all the way mate. You will get your ass back, and then we'll go fishing!
Podcasts rock!
Susanna lent me a book called Just Do Something. Is she trying to tell me something?
All Love
March 30, 2011
You're in The Army Now
Yesterday it was confirmed. I have been adopted by the Bristish army.
A lot of people are not aware of the fact that I am currently in France for a week of snowboarding. I bought my tickets about 37 hours before I took off, a busy time full of work and last minute shopping - but I made it! I got the bus to London and from there I took the snow express (a bus) down to Les Arcs in France. The ticket man smiled when he found out my destination and said it would be an interesting journey as I would head the same direction as a big group of guys from the army. As I walked up the stairs to the bus I found 27 suddenly smiling faces staring at me. I sneaked into the one empty seat and just hoped for the best. Thankfully, a sound guy not belonging to the loud and drunk army group took the seat next to me and I made him promise not to leave my side. Let's just say the journey started off very noisy, went crazy and then ended in quietness as the hangovers started to kick in. I managed to sleep on and off.
I soon realised I was gonna stay at the same place as the hungover guys and somehow a bonding started. That is how I randomly ended up in a room for a military briefing. None of the boys minded, nor did the boss. I've been told that it's because I'm blonde and pretty. Mainly because I'm blonde. I'm not sure that is a compliment. Anyway, I've had some amazing days of snowboarding, snow and sun. I'm falling so much I'm basically eating snow, but I don't really mind. It seems to be a weird but great holiday. And I've basically been adopted by a drinking, crazy, and obscene army. They say they're taking me back with them, but I'll be heading back the way I came, back to good ole Bristol. Just not yet. Got 3 more days here :)
Au Revoir and
All Love
A lot of people are not aware of the fact that I am currently in France for a week of snowboarding. I bought my tickets about 37 hours before I took off, a busy time full of work and last minute shopping - but I made it! I got the bus to London and from there I took the snow express (a bus) down to Les Arcs in France. The ticket man smiled when he found out my destination and said it would be an interesting journey as I would head the same direction as a big group of guys from the army. As I walked up the stairs to the bus I found 27 suddenly smiling faces staring at me. I sneaked into the one empty seat and just hoped for the best. Thankfully, a sound guy not belonging to the loud and drunk army group took the seat next to me and I made him promise not to leave my side. Let's just say the journey started off very noisy, went crazy and then ended in quietness as the hangovers started to kick in. I managed to sleep on and off.
I soon realised I was gonna stay at the same place as the hungover guys and somehow a bonding started. That is how I randomly ended up in a room for a military briefing. None of the boys minded, nor did the boss. I've been told that it's because I'm blonde and pretty. Mainly because I'm blonde. I'm not sure that is a compliment. Anyway, I've had some amazing days of snowboarding, snow and sun. I'm falling so much I'm basically eating snow, but I don't really mind. It seems to be a weird but great holiday. And I've basically been adopted by a drinking, crazy, and obscene army. They say they're taking me back with them, but I'll be heading back the way I came, back to good ole Bristol. Just not yet. Got 3 more days here :)
Au Revoir and
All Love
March 19, 2011
Man Hunting Business
Wanted:
Man, not too old and not too young.
You do not care too much about the condition of your hair, or the condition of mine. I don't mind you singing in the shower, the louder the better if it's done with a cheerful heart. I don't mind you flashing me when you're in the mood, as long as I'm free to do the same. You do not have to know how to cook, but you need to make the effort and try. I hate hoovering, just so you know.
I love surprises. You should love surprises too. You must like travelling and adventures and not fear danger. And if you do, you must be prepared to challange your fears. You must fear God. You must be captivated by God so that you love people enough to put your life at risk, or mine. You must be passionate about what you do, yet remain humble. You must always be prepared to step outside your comfort zone.
You should like getting your hands dirty and not mind working hard. You like the quiet yet you enjoy a good party. You dance, if you're good at it matters less. No smoker. You love fires. You like exploring. You're a good kisser and a passionate lover. My hand should fit in yours.
Oh, and I must find you extremely attractive.
See, I am not hopeless!
All Love
Man, not too old and not too young.
You do not care too much about the condition of your hair, or the condition of mine. I don't mind you singing in the shower, the louder the better if it's done with a cheerful heart. I don't mind you flashing me when you're in the mood, as long as I'm free to do the same. You do not have to know how to cook, but you need to make the effort and try. I hate hoovering, just so you know.
I love surprises. You should love surprises too. You must like travelling and adventures and not fear danger. And if you do, you must be prepared to challange your fears. You must fear God. You must be captivated by God so that you love people enough to put your life at risk, or mine. You must be passionate about what you do, yet remain humble. You must always be prepared to step outside your comfort zone.
You should like getting your hands dirty and not mind working hard. You like the quiet yet you enjoy a good party. You dance, if you're good at it matters less. No smoker. You love fires. You like exploring. You're a good kisser and a passionate lover. My hand should fit in yours.
Oh, and I must find you extremely attractive.
See, I am not hopeless!
All Love
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