<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2620377612233433631</id><updated>2012-02-16T20:23:33.184+01:00</updated><category term='pictures'/><category term='Party'/><category term='addicted'/><category term='babling'/><category term='boys'/><category term='hunger'/><category term='good morning'/><category term='winter'/><category term='youtube'/><category term='Scotland'/><category term='Cuba'/><category term='beautiful'/><category term='toilet paper'/><category term='rest in peace'/><category term='Australia'/><category term='summer'/><category term='travel'/><category term='soapseries'/><category term='memories'/><category term='sadistic'/><category term='last word of the day'/><category term='blackeye'/><category term='thoughts'/><category term='frustration'/><category term='happiness'/><category term='singel life'/><category term='cake'/><category term='me me me'/><category term='humor'/><category term='car'/><category term='friends'/><category term='pics'/><category term='exercise'/><category term='excersice'/><category term='mother&apos;s day'/><category term='birthday'/><category term='old'/><category term='the man'/><category term='annoyed'/><category term='scared'/><category term='the princess'/><category term='roadtrip'/><category term='uncle'/><category term='music'/><category term='bored'/><category term='happy'/><category term='joy'/><category term='weekend'/><category term='mtv'/><category term='sorrow'/><category term='happy new year'/><category term='Valentines'/><category term='alcohol'/><category term='craving'/><category term='dreams'/><category term='ashamed'/><category term='energy'/><category term='good night'/><category term='fire'/><category term='swimming'/><category term='festival'/><category term='heartbroken'/><category term='Obsessions'/><category term='Caribbean'/><category term='fun'/><category term='hangover'/><category term='sick'/><category term='film'/><category term='crappy'/><category term='love'/><category term='snow'/><category term='Mexico'/><category term='candy'/><category term='weight'/><category term='in love'/><category term='best friend'/><category term='bad habits'/><title type='text'>Carina Isabell, in english please</title><subtitle type='html'>You don't like my English, get lost!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missingfrecklesinenglishplease.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2620377612233433631/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missingfrecklesinenglishplease.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Carina Isabell</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>53</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2620377612233433631.post-5370301288879382212</id><published>2009-02-24T01:37:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2009-03-04T12:15:41.843+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='annoyed'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='good night'/><title type='text'>Dear idiot!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9j-7gTLUwqw/SaNQDJtM4uI/AAAAAAAAApc/TTBQPDrShkk/s1600-h/il_430xN.24345891.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 140px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9j-7gTLUwqw/SaNQDJtM4uI/AAAAAAAAApc/TTBQPDrShkk/s200/il_430xN.24345891.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306172801047913186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh my,  now you get a post in my blog, just for you!&lt;br /&gt;I reckon you know who you are. But don't worry. I wont link you to my blog. Not right yet at least. It depends on you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sure, I read your blog, and I must say that I laughed some reading it. You don't understand why I call you a fool?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shall I summarize?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, here we go:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You send me messages all the time.&lt;br /&gt;How am I? What am I doing? The messages are in fact ok. But then you start with the extremely annoying curiosity of yours. I can't understand what interest little me gives you .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have I somehow gotten stuck in your little brain? Am I there? Please shake your head now, and let me out!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You began the weekend calling me in the middle of the night, not once, but seven times. Okay,  you were out on the town and probably had drunk a beer or a hundred too many. But does that give you the right to terrorize my phone? And when I don't answer the 1st, 3rd and 7th time, you must also send me a message to know if I'm there? Take a hint then! I didn't reply. Does it in any way seem like I want to talk to you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the post I wrote to you on Facebook, it wasn't long there on your wall. Afraid that someone would see it perhaps?&lt;br /&gt;Have enough balls to stand for what you say, write and do! You are a man, aren't you?&lt;br /&gt;And if it is so that you wanted help with your blog, as you claimed the day after, find someone else to help you. When I say that I can help you, it doesn't mean that you should call me at 2:30 AM and get help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But back to the "idiot-night". You sent me messages earlier in the evening. I responded with a friendly tone, and suddenly came the stupid questions whether I would dream of you when I fell asleep, if I wanted to marry you, and I thought for the first time -that- evening: Fool!&lt;br /&gt;You think it's fun with these type questions. What the hell is  so funny with that?&lt;br /&gt;Do you know what you need? A new sense of humour! I think you might find it cheap at the supermarket. I can send you the description of a shop near where you live.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The best is that you take it so God damned personal that I call you a jerk. You sent me the message early today, and wondered why I called you a jerk.&lt;br /&gt;After a brief explanation you agreed! So what is it you complain about? Is it so bad to get a negative response from others? A little truth must lay in it after all, since you react like that on it!&lt;br /&gt;And that is not the first time I call you a fool, idiot, or jerk, so I wonder; do you need to get it in with a teaspoon? Or is it generally difficult to get something into the thick skull of yours?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, dear chump, you better find someone else to put your interest on.&lt;br /&gt;If you and your "lucky" partner are having a so-called open relationships as you claimed here earlier, you better find yourselves someone else to play with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am sick and tired of you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Should it now come a complaint notice of the bitter, angry or bad way in my direction in the future, I promise you, I will send your little Misses a mail/message, what-so-ever, and tell her to straighten you up a little.&lt;br /&gt;For such behaviour, I have not experienced previously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now you think and wonder, chump, certainly how is it possible that I have the mail address of your dear sweet little Miss? Do not send me chain mail fucker! You practically gave her mail-address to me. And when I think about it, I should just say thank you for it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;Thank you! &lt;- See, I can be polite if I want to, too;) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish you a good day, good luck with everything in life, and don't worry, I'm not angry at you. I promise! I'm just terribly tired of your intelligent way to reveal things and the fact that you obviously have such large and sick attention-needs that don't get covered at home, that you must resort to other innocent people around you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and when I get tired, then I can be a bit mischievous!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good night!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2620377612233433631-5370301288879382212?l=missingfrecklesinenglishplease.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missingfrecklesinenglishplease.blogspot.com/feeds/5370301288879382212/comments/default' title='Legg inn kommentarer'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://missingfrecklesinenglishplease.blogspot.com/2009/02/dear-idiot.html#comment-form' title='1 Kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2620377612233433631/posts/default/5370301288879382212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2620377612233433631/posts/default/5370301288879382212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missingfrecklesinenglishplease.blogspot.com/2009/02/dear-idiot.html' title='Dear idiot!'/><author><name>Carina Isabell</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9j-7gTLUwqw/SaNQDJtM4uI/AAAAAAAAApc/TTBQPDrShkk/s72-c/il_430xN.24345891.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2620377612233433631.post-4472431682505788503</id><published>2009-02-23T19:46:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-03-03T16:38:50.008+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><title type='text'>I'm beeing rude now...</title><content type='html'>..and I'm copying the musicvideo that my &lt;a href="http://forlornia.blogspot.com/"&gt;Camilla&lt;/a&gt; added to her blog today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;" id="result_box" dir="ltr"&gt;She likes the song well, although I was more fascinated over the video myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/2_HXUhShhmY&amp;amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/2_HXUhShhmY&amp;amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No wonder that one is worn out in the morning&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2620377612233433631-4472431682505788503?l=missingfrecklesinenglishplease.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missingfrecklesinenglishplease.blogspot.com/feeds/4472431682505788503/comments/default' title='Legg inn kommentarer'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://missingfrecklesinenglishplease.blogspot.com/2009/03/im-beeing-rude-now.html#comment-form' title='1 Kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2620377612233433631/posts/default/4472431682505788503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2620377612233433631/posts/default/4472431682505788503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missingfrecklesinenglishplease.blogspot.com/2009/03/im-beeing-rude-now.html' title='I&apos;m beeing rude now...'/><author><name>Carina Isabell</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2620377612233433631.post-1551181077092558187</id><published>2009-02-23T02:27:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-03-03T16:40:17.146+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='beautiful'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ashamed'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='good night'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blackeye'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='swimming'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='car'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the princess'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='me me me'/><title type='text'>Written in the stars -  for me; a nice blackeye</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://nysgjerrigper.no/imagearchive/frontpageimage_ape-sjimpanse-apekatt.-foto-corbisscanpix-nysgjerrigper-1-07"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 234px; height: 221px;" src="http://nysgjerrigper.no/imagearchive/frontpageimage_ape-sjimpanse-apekatt.-foto-corbisscanpix-nysgjerrigper-1-07" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I often sit and wonder at what is written in the stars for me, and I don't get any smarter by doing that. But now I have found a new song that I can sit and ponder at. It's an old song from Westlife- Written in the stars.  It's good boyband-music that everyone loves to hear, but do not admit that they like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In this pitty-stage that I now find myself in, I feel I'm actually allowed to listen to  this music. I sit here with a nice blackeye that I got yesterday. You see, it's not such a good idea to force young children under water to see / learn new tricks. So while I almost drowned the poor child, my child that is, she took in everything she managed in a reflexkick in the pro-class keeper Beckham never has seen before, and punched the surprisingly strong foot right in my face. Witnesses have described it as a real hit with reverberation.&lt;br /&gt;So therefore I am sitting here with a blue / purple eye, hear the same song over and over again, and I will soon enter my dreamland again. Must sleep before tomorrow. Psyche me up a bit. Because tomorrow we will return to the pool. And if she kicks me again- hopefully she will take the other eye to match the first eye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bullshit. If another kick comes, I consider to lay down on the bottom and die of shame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good night.&lt;br /&gt;And btw , my car is repaired today. Hooray!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2620377612233433631-1551181077092558187?l=missingfrecklesinenglishplease.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missingfrecklesinenglishplease.blogspot.com/feeds/1551181077092558187/comments/default' title='Legg inn kommentarer'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://missingfrecklesinenglishplease.blogspot.com/2009/03/written-in-stars-for-me-nice-blackeye.html#comment-form' title='0 Kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2620377612233433631/posts/default/1551181077092558187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2620377612233433631/posts/default/1551181077092558187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missingfrecklesinenglishplease.blogspot.com/2009/03/written-in-stars-for-me-nice-blackeye.html' title='Written in the stars -  for me; a nice blackeye'/><author><name>Carina Isabell</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2620377612233433631.post-1914005215001438849</id><published>2009-02-22T16:16:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-03-03T16:39:26.845+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crappy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='old'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='car'/><title type='text'>My fucking car</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9j-7gTLUwqw/SaCq-WwWsII/AAAAAAAAApM/YiWCSYCUsUs/s1600-h/DSC00111+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 190px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9j-7gTLUwqw/SaCq-WwWsII/AAAAAAAAApM/YiWCSYCUsUs/s320/DSC00111+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305428349279449218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9j-7gTLUwqw/SaCq-WwWsII/AAAAAAAAApM/YiWCSYCUsUs/s1600-h/DSC00111+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 190px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9j-7gTLUwqw/SaCq-WwWsII/AAAAAAAAApM/YiWCSYCUsUs/s320/DSC00111+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305428349279449218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My car has decided to die again. My rotten, old car.&lt;br /&gt;I feel really bad, when I now are driving without an exhaust system. Because the exhaust system decided to fall of today. Fair enough, it was a little hole there from before, but its not supposed to fall off. It said "Boff" as it suddenly fell down in the road, and it was a hell of a noise afterwards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No-I have not run across a dump or in a hole-but I would like to run the shit of a cliff!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish for a small car!&lt;br /&gt;A car that likes me and does not cost a lot of money all the time!&lt;br /&gt;I hate my car!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2620377612233433631-1914005215001438849?l=missingfrecklesinenglishplease.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missingfrecklesinenglishplease.blogspot.com/feeds/1914005215001438849/comments/default' title='Legg inn kommentarer'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://missingfrecklesinenglishplease.blogspot.com/2009/03/my-fucking-car.html#comment-form' title='0 Kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2620377612233433631/posts/default/1914005215001438849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2620377612233433631/posts/default/1914005215001438849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missingfrecklesinenglishplease.blogspot.com/2009/03/my-fucking-car.html' title='My fucking car'/><author><name>Carina Isabell</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9j-7gTLUwqw/SaCq-WwWsII/AAAAAAAAApM/YiWCSYCUsUs/s72-c/DSC00111+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2620377612233433631.post-4257550282271663284</id><published>2009-02-21T01:28:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-03-03T17:23:49.513+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='boys'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='joy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happiness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='good night'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='memories'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='me me me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='in love'/><title type='text'>My lovelife, in chronological order...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9j-7gTLUwqw/SZ9qLCSYt5I/AAAAAAAAAo0/eGnw03XDop8/s1600-h/bc026_the_last_dance_posters_1_1202936657_1__1214324480.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9j-7gTLUwqw/SZ9qLCSYt5I/AAAAAAAAAo0/eGnw03XDop8/s320/bc026_the_last_dance_posters_1_1202936657_1__1214324480.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305075623890827154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the first grade in elementary school,  I got my first "real boyfriend".&lt;br /&gt;His name was Eivind, and he sat next to me on the first day of school.&lt;br /&gt;I didn't dare to say a single word throughout the day, and all pictures of me taken in the classroom shows a little girl with almost her entire hand in her mouth. I was nervous as well, and in front of me was the sweetest boy I had ever seen.&lt;br /&gt;With ginger hair, freckles, and I think he had blue eyes.&lt;br /&gt;After completing the second grade we moved from Trondheim, and I got my first love letter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I still have that letter! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two years later I called and ended the "relationship".&lt;br /&gt;Even if we had not talked for two years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In fourth grade I got a crush on the two year older boy, Robin. He was so sweet, and really exciting. He was, after all, half American.&lt;br /&gt;I asked him for a chance, I got it (I think) and I danced with a boy at the disco for the first time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Palpitations, butterflies,&lt;br /&gt;sweaty hair, clammy room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got a little gift with two transparent red hearts. It go broken. But I still remember it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After two years we moved again. Thank God!&lt;br /&gt;In Orkdal I was the new, exciting girl, and I had boyfriend (s) shortly afterwards.&lt;br /&gt;Certainly the so-called daily and hourly relationships.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;-Will you be my boyfriend/girlfriend?&lt;br /&gt;-Well, okay.&lt;br /&gt;* Two hours later *&lt;br /&gt;-I break up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I kicked the boys on their legs, spat impressive long, giggled like only girls in fifth grade can, and...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;...At the attic in a shed I got my first kiss.&lt;br /&gt;It was wet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In sixth grade we went to small parties with our classmates. There were only those who had a girl/boyfriend who were allowed to come. Perhaps that's why we had our brief relationship, only to break up days later.&lt;br /&gt;On my first "love-party" we looked at porn movies for about 3 minutes, which was borrowed from someone's big brother. We turned it off when it became too intense for the innocent minds of our.&lt;br /&gt;Instead we hit the light on and off, and giggled when it was someone who kissed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;In the dark in a bean-bag I made out with a boy for the first time!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later on in secondary school  I fell for the two year older boy. He had a "bowl cut", smoked, and was one of the "tough guys". Dad threatened to toss him in the fryingpan if he was not kind to his first-born, and he got the nickname "Støvsuger'n".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I got my first hicky mark!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It all ended after 11 months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After secondary school, it was a bit on and off with summer flings, short relationships and teenage flirting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ended up on a festival in Sweden in the age of 16. I dumped my boyfriend at the time in a drunken state of mind - in Swedish and the day after I was run over by a drunk man with "mushroom hat and bling blings all over". He saw me, and had to have me. He flattered me. Two months later, we were together. It all ended 6 years later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;I got the most lovely princess in the world laid on my stomach!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today we are still friends. We have a beautiful girl that's almost 6 years old, and together we are still strong. Through good and bad, we stood on, and I have a friend for life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And there I was at the age of 22 years, a single mom, and not sure what I  should do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SINGLE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It began with internet dating.&lt;br /&gt;I was on a date. It was dinner. Kissing in a sofa from Ikea.&lt;br /&gt;It ended in the hospital.&lt;br /&gt;I was there all night.&lt;br /&gt;It was a strange date-but he was there all night with me.&lt;br /&gt;There were flowers on the doorstep the day after- from me to him.&lt;br /&gt;I was sick for 2 months afterwards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The time flew by with alphabetical games and fainting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The following year I was at the airport.&lt;br /&gt;The chemistry was outstanding.&lt;br /&gt;This fantastic man with many opinions.&lt;br /&gt;Vacations abroad. Good memories. I broke it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;My first, my only, my last distance relationship!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Turned up on a jobinterview.&lt;br /&gt;Ends up on "date" with the boss a few weeks afterwards.&lt;br /&gt;Some very strange week.&lt;br /&gt;I start to fall for him.&lt;br /&gt;He dumps me on February 13.&lt;br /&gt;The day before valentines.&lt;br /&gt;He is on the date the day afterward.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;He calls me now in this moment. Drunk.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Fool!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally I meet my soul-mate, I believed so at least.&lt;br /&gt;The man from abroad.&lt;br /&gt;He hit me right in my heart.&lt;br /&gt;Toys with me.&lt;br /&gt;My feelings.&lt;br /&gt;He must be crazy.&lt;br /&gt;I have been crazy.&lt;br /&gt;Now I am healthy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Met you eventually. Will forget you. You are halfway there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To all of you, I've fucked with, kissed on, tricked out in the forest. You are not forgotten, just buried.&lt;br /&gt;And quite frankly, I just did not feel like writing about you. I'm tired and want to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good night!:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2620377612233433631-4257550282271663284?l=missingfrecklesinenglishplease.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missingfrecklesinenglishplease.blogspot.com/feeds/4257550282271663284/comments/default' title='Legg inn kommentarer'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://missingfrecklesinenglishplease.blogspot.com/2009/03/my-lovelife-in-chronological-order.html#comment-form' title='0 Kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2620377612233433631/posts/default/4257550282271663284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2620377612233433631/posts/default/4257550282271663284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missingfrecklesinenglishplease.blogspot.com/2009/03/my-lovelife-in-chronological-order.html' title='My lovelife, in chronological order...'/><author><name>Carina Isabell</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9j-7gTLUwqw/SZ9qLCSYt5I/AAAAAAAAAo0/eGnw03XDop8/s72-c/bc026_the_last_dance_posters_1_1202936657_1__1214324480.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2620377612233433631.post-6268916844230297314</id><published>2009-02-19T00:40:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-02-19T01:38:17.146+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Today's recommendation; milli vanilli</title><content type='html'>&lt;div id="result_box" dir="ltr"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9j-7gTLUwqw/SZyXnWDzbMI/AAAAAAAAAnw/lpmD1MBWcQQ/s1600-h/p06231ccn9c.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 280px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9j-7gTLUwqw/SZyXnWDzbMI/AAAAAAAAAnw/lpmD1MBWcQQ/s320/p06231ccn9c.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304281163327827138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9j-7gTLUwqw/SZyXnQjOtEI/AAAAAAAAAno/OqR0V_7Uk0E/s1600-h/millivanilli.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 280px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9j-7gTLUwqw/SZyXnQjOtEI/AAAAAAAAAno/OqR0V_7Uk0E/s320/millivanilli.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304281161849025602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;80/90's got back to me! It almost makes me want to scream, when I realize how "old" I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The thing is, that I got recommended some music today, based on my music-taste.&lt;br /&gt;And what comes up?&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, No other than Milli Vanilli. This is the music I remember from when I was little.&lt;br /&gt;Can anyone stop the time so I don't have to be any older?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywhooooo, you may be a little  younger than me and wonder who they are?&lt;br /&gt;This var the morons from USA /Germany/ France who got popular with different singles in the late 80s. Chock and disappointment was great  when they proved they didn't sing themselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Personally I don't give a shit about who's singing- I just love them regardless of their great crazy moves!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check it out:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.spike.com/efp" quality="high" bgcolor="000000" name="efp" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" flashvars="flvbaseclip=2791288" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" align="middle" height="240"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;  &lt;div style="padding: 3px 0pt; font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 12px; background-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); width: 448px; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.spike.com/video/milli-vanilli-girl/2791288" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 53); margin-left: 5px;"&gt;Milli Vanilli - Girl You Know It's True&lt;/a&gt; | &lt;a href="http://www.spike.com/channel/musicvideos" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 53);"&gt;Music Videos&lt;/a&gt; | &lt;a href="http://www.spike.com/" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 53);"&gt;SPIKE.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object id="uvp_fop" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="255"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://d.yimg.com/m/up/fop/embedflv/swf/fop.swf"&gt;&lt;param name="flashVars" value="id=v2162087&amp;amp;eID=1301797&amp;amp;lang=us&amp;amp;enableFullScreen=0&amp;amp;shareEnable=1"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed id="uvp_fop" allowfullscreen="true" src="http://d.yimg.com/m/up/fop/embedflv/swf/fop.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" flashvars="id=v2162087&amp;amp;eID=1301797&amp;amp;lang=us&amp;amp;ympsc=4195329&amp;amp;enableFullScreen=1&amp;amp;shareEnable=1" width="400" height="255"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2620377612233433631-6268916844230297314?l=missingfrecklesinenglishplease.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missingfrecklesinenglishplease.blogspot.com/feeds/6268916844230297314/comments/default' title='Legg inn kommentarer'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://missingfrecklesinenglishplease.blogspot.com/2009/02/todays-recommendation-milli-vanilli.html#comment-form' title='0 Kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2620377612233433631/posts/default/6268916844230297314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2620377612233433631/posts/default/6268916844230297314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missingfrecklesinenglishplease.blogspot.com/2009/02/todays-recommendation-milli-vanilli.html' title='Today&apos;s recommendation; milli vanilli'/><author><name>Carina Isabell</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9j-7gTLUwqw/SZyXnWDzbMI/AAAAAAAAAnw/lpmD1MBWcQQ/s72-c/p06231ccn9c.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2620377612233433631.post-6435074351288603929</id><published>2009-02-18T13:18:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-02-19T01:30:10.891+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='babling'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='youtube'/><title type='text'>Puh - finally finished</title><content type='html'>Today I finished a lot. Or perhaps not so much, but a few things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After an insane sugar kick I'm over the worse now, and I can finally begin to think a little bit healthier again. I'm exhausted thinking about having some sugar, candy or anything else awesome. Will have some snickers-cake tonight, 'cause my friend Rita is dropping by for a visit, but I can take it;)  I tell you, it's not easy being a sugar-addict these days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Almost done at work also. Just a few more hours left&lt;br /&gt;Therefore in the name of  effectiveness, I'll continue working now, so I can go home soon. Need to continue reading on my exams. 'Cause I should also finish my education once;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's encouragement:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="350" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/RJlPEHL85Ig&amp;amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/RJlPEHL85Ig&amp;amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still have a good laugh over this dreamy ballerina every time I see him! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a Superb day all!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2620377612233433631-6435074351288603929?l=missingfrecklesinenglishplease.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missingfrecklesinenglishplease.blogspot.com/feeds/6435074351288603929/comments/default' title='Legg inn kommentarer'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://missingfrecklesinenglishplease.blogspot.com/2009/02/puh-finally-finished.html#comment-form' title='0 Kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2620377612233433631/posts/default/6435074351288603929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2620377612233433631/posts/default/6435074351288603929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missingfrecklesinenglishplease.blogspot.com/2009/02/puh-finally-finished.html' title='Puh - finally finished'/><author><name>Carina Isabell</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2620377612233433631.post-9139247604583263738</id><published>2009-02-17T16:22:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-02-19T01:29:52.501+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dreams'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the man'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hunger'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='craving'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cake'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weight'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='candy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='addicted'/><title type='text'>Right now, I really want to have...</title><content type='html'>I think I've got a sugar shock. Jeg only want sugar, sugar, sugar!&lt;br /&gt;Give me sugar now!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I want the most, and don't have available is the berries-that tastes so heavenly and melt on your tongue-cream cake that only my dad can make!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9j-7gTLUwqw/SZrYmopStCI/AAAAAAAAAnI/LUpdvURTinw/s1600-h/IMG_6929.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9j-7gTLUwqw/SZrYmopStCI/AAAAAAAAAnI/LUpdvURTinw/s320/IMG_6929.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303789669439419426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;See how delicious and wonderful that cake looks like!&lt;br /&gt;I guarantee it's fabulous!&lt;br /&gt;A cake has never made me want to cry before,&lt;br /&gt;that's how good it is  !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And no, I'm not pregnant!;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Yeah, and I also want to have THE MAN! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I know who he is. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I haven't met him. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; But I know how he looks. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; In my dreams! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Tall, stout, dark, and beautiful eyes! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;  He's gorgeous!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2620377612233433631-9139247604583263738?l=missingfrecklesinenglishplease.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missingfrecklesinenglishplease.blogspot.com/feeds/9139247604583263738/comments/default' title='Legg inn kommentarer'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://missingfrecklesinenglishplease.blogspot.com/2009/02/right-now-i-really-want-to-have.html#comment-form' title='0 Kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2620377612233433631/posts/default/9139247604583263738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2620377612233433631/posts/default/9139247604583263738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missingfrecklesinenglishplease.blogspot.com/2009/02/right-now-i-really-want-to-have.html' title='Right now, I really want to have...'/><author><name>Carina Isabell</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9j-7gTLUwqw/SZrYmopStCI/AAAAAAAAAnI/LUpdvURTinw/s72-c/IMG_6929.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2620377612233433631.post-7277573674557046708</id><published>2009-02-17T03:22:00.006+01:00</published><updated>2009-03-05T00:32:33.023+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Party'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='good night'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='memories'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='singel life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weekend'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='joy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Valentines'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='alcohol'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='best friend'/><title type='text'>Once upon a time there were two drunk princesses</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9j-7gTLUwqw/SZoYjy36LmI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/_y2tX8abTCE/s1600-h/DSC00282.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 298px; height: 397px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9j-7gTLUwqw/SZoYjy36LmI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/_y2tX8abTCE/s320/DSC00282.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303578514412940898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New rules for the next large alcohol intake we're having:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1: TURN OFF THE PHONE!&lt;br /&gt;(Why do I always send dirty txt's to those who I know shouldn't receive one??)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2: Smile and be happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. DON'T Stand on your head when you have a dress on!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's at least some pics from the weekend, as promised. Not the best quality on either camera (mobile) or clothing, but in the end everything works when you're drunk ;)&lt;br /&gt;It is not difficult to see who's 'fucking up' on almost all the pictures. So thank you Lena, for you to make a grin for me at the end! :)&lt;br /&gt;And yes, a good part has been censored!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plz, do not shoot me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9j-7gTLUwqw/SZoZyCxnlvI/AAAAAAAAAmg/C1QMTp9t8as/s1600-h/DSC00425.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 158px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9j-7gTLUwqw/SZoZyCxnlvI/AAAAAAAAAmg/C1QMTp9t8as/s320/DSC00425.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303579858711320306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;   &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9j-7gTLUwqw/SZoaHhbE8XI/AAAAAAAAAm4/va_hEJpSOew/s1600-h/DSC00439.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 177px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9j-7gTLUwqw/SZoaHhbE8XI/AAAAAAAAAm4/va_hEJpSOew/s320/DSC00439.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303580227715527026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9j-7gTLUwqw/SZoaHHX4ivI/AAAAAAAAAmo/rOdC-FtzKlU/s1600-h/DSC00432.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9j-7gTLUwqw/SZoaHHX4ivI/AAAAAAAAAmo/rOdC-FtzKlU/s320/DSC00432.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303580220722809586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9j-7gTLUwqw/SZoZxjRWLMI/AAAAAAAAAmQ/y9T8Z4WDkdg/s1600-h/DSC00416.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 170px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9j-7gTLUwqw/SZoZxjRWLMI/AAAAAAAAAmQ/y9T8Z4WDkdg/s320/DSC00416.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303579850254462146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;     &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9j-7gTLUwqw/SZoZxb__4YI/AAAAAAAAAmI/xjWVVB2-uk8/s1600-h/DSC00391.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 170px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9j-7gTLUwqw/SZoZxb__4YI/AAAAAAAAAmI/xjWVVB2-uk8/s320/DSC00391.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303579848302649730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9j-7gTLUwqw/SZoZVhtOL1I/AAAAAAAAAl4/WcYm5M3VhWo/s1600-h/DSC00390.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 190px; height: 254px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9j-7gTLUwqw/SZoZVhtOL1I/AAAAAAAAAl4/WcYm5M3VhWo/s320/DSC00390.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303579368798170962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9j-7gTLUwqw/SZoZVlePN8I/AAAAAAAAAlw/8Py354BVFKs/s1600-h/DSC00370.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 180px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9j-7gTLUwqw/SZoZVlePN8I/AAAAAAAAAlw/8Py354BVFKs/s320/DSC00370.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303579369809065922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;    &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9j-7gTLUwqw/SZoZVSWx_OI/AAAAAAAAAlo/k8KIfpl0Lg8/s1600-h/DSC00367.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 180px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9j-7gTLUwqw/SZoZVSWx_OI/AAAAAAAAAlo/k8KIfpl0Lg8/s320/DSC00367.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303579364677516514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9j-7gTLUwqw/SZoZVOOWWSI/AAAAAAAAAlg/f5O3TLjpRFQ/s1600-h/DSC00364.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9j-7gTLUwqw/SZoZVOOWWSI/AAAAAAAAAlg/f5O3TLjpRFQ/s320/DSC00364.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303579363568408866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9j-7gTLUwqw/SZoY9xF9i9I/AAAAAAAAAlQ/n__Pp7mXlGo/s1600-h/DSC00349.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9j-7gTLUwqw/SZoY9xF9i9I/AAAAAAAAAlQ/n__Pp7mXlGo/s320/DSC00349.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303578960611609554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;   &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9j-7gTLUwqw/SZoY9blYZuI/AAAAAAAAAlI/WbPnUv8Yk_g/s1600-h/DSC00332.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9j-7gTLUwqw/SZoY9blYZuI/AAAAAAAAAlI/WbPnUv8Yk_g/s320/DSC00332.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303578954837812962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9j-7gTLUwqw/SZoY9JKPdfI/AAAAAAAAAlA/scriI9qWMH8/s1600-h/DSC00323.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 190px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9j-7gTLUwqw/SZoY9JKPdfI/AAAAAAAAAlA/scriI9qWMH8/s320/DSC00323.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303578949892142578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;    &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9j-7gTLUwqw/SZoY877uadI/AAAAAAAAAk4/W7rrnjl2264/s1600-h/DSC00321+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 190px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9j-7gTLUwqw/SZoY877uadI/AAAAAAAAAk4/W7rrnjl2264/s320/DSC00321+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303578946341595602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9j-7gTLUwqw/SZoY8pD-MRI/AAAAAAAAAkw/3Ep0LsOzFRY/s1600-h/DSC00308.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 190px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9j-7gTLUwqw/SZoY8pD-MRI/AAAAAAAAAkw/3Ep0LsOzFRY/s320/DSC00308.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303578941275910418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9j-7gTLUwqw/SZoYkihf9SI/AAAAAAAAAko/kYzCrB8Y4f0/s1600-h/DSC00307.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 190px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9j-7gTLUwqw/SZoYkihf9SI/AAAAAAAAAko/kYzCrB8Y4f0/s320/DSC00307.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303578527203849506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9j-7gTLUwqw/SZoYkeE1Q9I/AAAAAAAAAkg/zLaw61qwNWE/s1600-h/DSC00288.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 190px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9j-7gTLUwqw/SZoYkeE1Q9I/AAAAAAAAAkg/zLaw61qwNWE/s320/DSC00288.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303578526009869266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9j-7gTLUwqw/SZoYkEN_hrI/AAAAAAAAAkY/oAw9eGlJW7U/s1600-h/DSC00286.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 190px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9j-7gTLUwqw/SZoYkEN_hrI/AAAAAAAAAkY/oAw9eGlJW7U/s320/DSC00286.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303578519068968626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;" id="result_box" dir="ltr"&gt;At the end of the evening I said thanks and good night, and now as then, I say ; good night!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2620377612233433631-7277573674557046708?l=missingfrecklesinenglishplease.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missingfrecklesinenglishplease.blogspot.com/feeds/7277573674557046708/comments/default' title='Legg inn kommentarer'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://missingfrecklesinenglishplease.blogspot.com/2009/02/sometimes-i-wish-i-was-wanted-dead-or.html#comment-form' title='0 Kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2620377612233433631/posts/default/7277573674557046708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2620377612233433631/posts/default/7277573674557046708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missingfrecklesinenglishplease.blogspot.com/2009/02/sometimes-i-wish-i-was-wanted-dead-or.html' title='Once upon a time there were two drunk princesses'/><author><name>Carina Isabell</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9j-7gTLUwqw/SZoYjy36LmI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/_y2tX8abTCE/s72-c/DSC00282.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2620377612233433631.post-2334317127095781291</id><published>2009-02-16T02:02:00.006+01:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T05:04:40.757+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hangover'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='me me me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='film'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='best friend'/><title type='text'>There was peace and love, until the alcohol got on the table!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9j-7gTLUwqw/SZi1gGYiwRI/AAAAAAAAAkA/sg1rFNTOYuk/s1600-h/DSC00111.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9j-7gTLUwqw/SZi1gGYiwRI/AAAAAAAAAkA/sg1rFNTOYuk/s200/DSC00111.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303188124302754066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We had the funniest evening of all yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;The evening started quietly with a good dinner at the tavern, candy and an action film recommended by the 17-year-old video-boy. But we just had to have more fun, and it was an alcohol intake that would make the regular alcoholics seem like sweet young pre-teens on their first party.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We screamed and sang, ran naked around and laughed our sweetest man laughs. We put make-up on, and giggled like 14-year olds, shattering glass as the wine splashed around us, held 'fashion'-show in the bedroom, and I made the finest ass print in my bedroom window. I think the neighbor would have been proud, but now  I kind of hope he weren't home!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't forgotten the art of standing on my head, even if this resulted in unflattering photos of me in to little clothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The images are coming later. Even, a good part are guaranteed censored!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LENA; Remember the pictures tomorrow! ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good night!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2620377612233433631-2334317127095781291?l=missingfrecklesinenglishplease.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missingfrecklesinenglishplease.blogspot.com/feeds/2334317127095781291/comments/default' title='Legg inn kommentarer'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://missingfrecklesinenglishplease.blogspot.com/2009/02/there-was-peace-and-love-until-alcohol.html#comment-form' title='0 Kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2620377612233433631/posts/default/2334317127095781291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2620377612233433631/posts/default/2334317127095781291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missingfrecklesinenglishplease.blogspot.com/2009/02/there-was-peace-and-love-until-alcohol.html' title='There was peace and love, until the alcohol got on the table!'/><author><name>Carina Isabell</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9j-7gTLUwqw/SZi1gGYiwRI/AAAAAAAAAkA/sg1rFNTOYuk/s72-c/DSC00111.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2620377612233433631.post-9152273844000624142</id><published>2009-02-14T12:44:00.006+01:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T05:05:18.540+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Valentines'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Party'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='snow'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>Valentines &lt;3</title><content type='html'>&lt;div id="result_box" dir="ltr"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9j-7gTLUwqw/SZasO9FV7UI/AAAAAAAAAjw/AmtFop_hO0s/s1600-h/DSC00089+copy+copy+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 190px; height: 316px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9j-7gTLUwqw/SZasO9FV7UI/AAAAAAAAAjw/AmtFop_hO0s/s400/DSC00089+copy+copy+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302614984190455106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9j-7gTLUwqw/SZasOpf6DqI/AAAAAAAAAjg/GC1PKnKL9IA/s1600-h/DSC00089+copy+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 190px; height: 314px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9j-7gTLUwqw/SZasOpf6DqI/AAAAAAAAAjg/GC1PKnKL9IA/s400/DSC00089+copy+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302614978933165730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9j-7gTLUwqw/SZasO_gATOI/AAAAAAAAAjo/Wl_Ps1eOHbc/s1600-h/DSC00089+copy+copy++copy+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 190px; height: 314px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9j-7gTLUwqw/SZasO_gATOI/AAAAAAAAAjo/Wl_Ps1eOHbc/s400/DSC00089+copy+copy++copy+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302614984839154914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;It's valentines, and I woke up alone in my bed for about an hour ago. But I don't cry over it.&lt;br /&gt;The sun is shining outside, I have eaten Bocca and banana for breakfast, and in a couple of hours I'm going to the pool. Only hope I get out with my the car. It's been snowing way to much during the night, and I don't feel like going out shoveling snow today. For next year I wish for a man who does that for me! And he will light up in the oven before I get up too - so I wont freeze!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, today I'm having a 'romantic' dinner with a (girl)friend, red wine and a rather quiet Saturday. My bank account is as always skinny and slim, so if there are left some creativity in my body, the night will turn into fun later in the evening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But anyway, wish you all a happy valentines. Enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2620377612233433631-9152273844000624142?l=missingfrecklesinenglishplease.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missingfrecklesinenglishplease.blogspot.com/feeds/9152273844000624142/comments/default' title='Legg inn kommentarer'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://missingfrecklesinenglishplease.blogspot.com/2009/02/valentines-3.html#comment-form' title='0 Kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2620377612233433631/posts/default/9152273844000624142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2620377612233433631/posts/default/9152273844000624142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missingfrecklesinenglishplease.blogspot.com/2009/02/valentines-3.html' title='Valentines &lt;3'/><author><name>Carina Isabell</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9j-7gTLUwqw/SZasO9FV7UI/AAAAAAAAAjw/AmtFop_hO0s/s72-c/DSC00089+copy+copy+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2620377612233433631.post-967258707671409950</id><published>2009-02-14T02:28:00.008+01:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T05:05:49.289+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Valentines'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='humor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pictures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='me me me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>Will you be my valentine?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div id="result_box" dir="ltr"&gt;   &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9j-7gTLUwqw/SZa93O-VCsI/AAAAAAAAAj4/_UzIeByM8GY/s1600-h/cluster+349055861.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 248px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9j-7gTLUwqw/SZa93O-VCsI/AAAAAAAAAj4/_UzIeByM8GY/s320/cluster+349055861.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302634367885314754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No?&lt;br /&gt;You know, I would have refused to also.&lt;br /&gt;Why?&lt;br /&gt;Shall I tell you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I only want the best!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First you have to buy me a big bouquet of flowers, Gerbera of course.&lt;br /&gt;My favorite flower.&lt;br /&gt;If I deserve it, well that is a different matter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then you would have to take me out for an exclusive dinner.&lt;br /&gt;I do not eat homemade food you know.&lt;br /&gt;And I do not accept some crappy MacD's menu, either. We're talking at least a 5-star restaurant. And we will of course have our own personal waiter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you try to get me wasted, I would fully explain in a rather petty tone that I've finally realized that I can't drink anymore. This is because of my behavior when I get wasted. I get wild and looses all my inhibitions, and because I've woken up far too many times with proper regrets over having yet a stranger in my bed in the past, I don't dare that anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Still got your hopes up?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Or do you still see a small possibility to trick me into bed?&lt;br /&gt;You're thinking; this woman has to be good for something? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can promise you that I forgotten to shave my legs. I haven't  showered, either. What you thought was some kind of perfume is actually the smell of chlorine, 'cause I think a dip in the pool covers my needs for personal hygiene.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you still hope that you are so lucky that I will invite you to bed after a fabulous evening with the beautiful me, I will inform you that I have icy-toes, my legs are like a cactus and if I were to lift one arm, you probably would remain in my bed until next year's valentine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But really, I am kind and beautiful,&lt;br /&gt;at least on the inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Here is the facts:  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; I can tell you that I have received flowers today. A bouquet of tulips is now on my coffee table. I bought them myself, of course! A girl is allowed well have to do something for themselves once in a while too. Gerbera is actually my favourite, but they did not have it in the shops today.&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow I will be fresh, showered, clean and with shaved legs.&lt;br /&gt;A (girl)friend is coming for a visit, and together we will be going out to eat a "romantic" dinner at the tavern in a classic 'Lady &amp;amp; the Tramp-style. " We won't roll meatballs with our noses to each other, but just enjoy good food , red wine and let out all our stupid boys-stories that hopefully  will trim  our laugh-muscles.  At least that's what I hope. If we begin to cry, I want it to be happy tears. Not sad tears.&lt;br /&gt;When I go to my bed, alone, when the night ends, I'll  praise myself happy that I still have good friends and hopefully some sense again after my recent discoveries. The findings will nevertheless be safe in my treasure chest, and I will find them in 50 years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;But  I have to admit  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; - It would be good to have someone to lie next to! -  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wish you all a great valentines  day tomorrow. Do you not have someone to share your love with,then you should enjoy with your friends instead! I will! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/157/384323992_5fe67df84d.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 185px; height: 185px;" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/157/384323992_5fe67df84d.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2620377612233433631-967258707671409950?l=missingfrecklesinenglishplease.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missingfrecklesinenglishplease.blogspot.com/feeds/967258707671409950/comments/default' title='Legg inn kommentarer'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://missingfrecklesinenglishplease.blogspot.com/2009/02/no-you-know-that-i-had-refused-to-also.html#comment-form' title='0 Kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2620377612233433631/posts/default/967258707671409950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2620377612233433631/posts/default/967258707671409950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missingfrecklesinenglishplease.blogspot.com/2009/02/no-you-know-that-i-had-refused-to-also.html' title='Will you be my valentine?'/><author><name>Carina Isabell</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9j-7gTLUwqw/SZa93O-VCsI/AAAAAAAAAj4/_UzIeByM8GY/s72-c/cluster+349055861.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2620377612233433631.post-1757692195663112015</id><published>2009-02-13T02:15:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T05:06:22.043+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Obsessions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='swimming'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='exercise'/><title type='text'>Obsessions - like seriously!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://theultraironman.com/pblog/images/pig_swimming.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 317px; height: 209px;" src="http://theultraironman.com/pblog/images/pig_swimming.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BE AWARE:  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; -Unidentified object observed under the water surface on Fannrem -  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a little disappointed of myself today.&lt;br /&gt;I didn't make more than 1.5 km of swimming today, but the motivation dropped more and more for each stroke I took. I looked at all the old ladies that dove down in the water, one after another, and all I could think of was whether they had remembered to shower before they jumped in the water, and if they have remembered the way to the loo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I know the water got very much chloride in it. And that this "pure" water will kill all of the bacteria's. But uhuu... It is because of these obsessions in my head that I refuse to lie in the bathtub. It's just not able to get me in a bathtub. Anyway, I'm now in the pool up to two-three times a week and bathing in others shit, snot and sweat. I'm even sticking my head under the water surface to get the maximum of my exercise, 'cause all I want is to slim down, and burn some calories and ugly old puppy fat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have managed to ignore the nasty thoughts until now, but please take a little respect when you are out in the pool. Wash in every corner, remove all stuff between your toes (don't know the name), dry your nose, and go to the toilet first! It is because I think as positively about you all the time, and really have faith in you, that I have held out as long as I have done without reacting.&lt;br /&gt;But now today I could not  be in the water any more, I ran to the shower, I did not feel like flirting with the cute guard(even if it was part of my plan 2day) and took a very good steamy shower where I washed and scrub and was sure everything was gone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall ignore these thoughts on Saturday when I will be back to take the famous 5km, but if I see a &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;unidentified &lt;/span&gt;object lie there and disturb me in my swim path again, then it will be really long till next time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And please do not remind me at all that the pee in the water.&lt;br /&gt;Then I slowly but surely begin to die prematurely!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2620377612233433631-1757692195663112015?l=missingfrecklesinenglishplease.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missingfrecklesinenglishplease.blogspot.com/feeds/1757692195663112015/comments/default' title='Legg inn kommentarer'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://missingfrecklesinenglishplease.blogspot.com/2009/02/obsessions-like-seriously.html#comment-form' title='0 Kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2620377612233433631/posts/default/1757692195663112015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2620377612233433631/posts/default/1757692195663112015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missingfrecklesinenglishplease.blogspot.com/2009/02/obsessions-like-seriously.html' title='Obsessions - like seriously!'/><author><name>Carina Isabell</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2620377612233433631.post-8323347813908883598</id><published>2009-02-11T12:34:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T05:03:46.524+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bored'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pictures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='me me me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'>Sunshine &amp; Chokokiss for breakfast!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9j-7gTLUwqw/SZK2Sk71G4I/AAAAAAAAAZ4/zIXPu_4UiZY/s1600-h/DSC00064.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301500141637016450" style="width: 160px; cursor: pointer; height: 320px;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9j-7gTLUwqw/SZK2Sk71G4I/AAAAAAAAAZ4/zIXPu_4UiZY/s320/DSC00064.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9j-7gTLUwqw/SZK2SYwMsBI/AAAAAAAAAZw/Ngs8MExPLRs/s1600-h/DSC00054.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9j-7gTLUwqw/SZK2SYwMsBI/AAAAAAAAAZw/Ngs8MExPLRs/s1600-h/DSC00054.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301500138367004690" style="width: 160px; cursor: pointer; height: 320px;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9j-7gTLUwqw/SZK2SYwMsBI/AAAAAAAAAZw/Ngs8MExPLRs/s320/DSC00054.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9j-7gTLUwqw/SZK20lMVOKI/AAAAAAAAAaA/o51sX8X-kRE/s1600-h/DSCfd00081.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301500725821782178" style="width: 160px; cursor: pointer; height: 320px;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9j-7gTLUwqw/SZK20lMVOKI/AAAAAAAAAaA/o51sX8X-kRE/s320/DSCfd00081.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;The sun is shining, I've had a lollipop for breakfast and as soon as I dear, I'll get out in the freezing minus degrees and drive to work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The princess is still in a bad shape, but it seems as if the fever is gone:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a great day all! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2620377612233433631-8323347813908883598?l=missingfrecklesinenglishplease.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missingfrecklesinenglishplease.blogspot.com/feeds/8323347813908883598/comments/default' title='Legg inn kommentarer'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://missingfrecklesinenglishplease.blogspot.com/2009/02/sunshine-chokokiss-for-breakfast.html#comment-form' title='0 Kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2620377612233433631/posts/default/8323347813908883598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2620377612233433631/posts/default/8323347813908883598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missingfrecklesinenglishplease.blogspot.com/2009/02/sunshine-chokokiss-for-breakfast.html' title='Sunshine &amp; Chokokiss for breakfast!'/><author><name>Carina Isabell</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9j-7gTLUwqw/SZK2Sk71G4I/AAAAAAAAAZ4/zIXPu_4UiZY/s72-c/DSC00064.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2620377612233433631.post-3124724807528963438</id><published>2009-02-10T23:25:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T05:08:21.238+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='good night'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bored'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='heartbroken'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>Want some extra spice in your life?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div id="result_box" dir="ltr"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Yes please! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; I have been thinking, and I have founded.&lt;br /&gt;I 've found that all my life currently consists of is exercise , solarium, food, and being a single-mom for my princess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Therefore I shouldn't complain, for heaven sake. I have a house to live in, warmth within the 4 walls, and food in the refrigerator that we do not eat up. It's a Luxury Problem that I have. But I'm so bored . I miss sharing my life with someone, and I'm tired of going of alone to my bed  in the evening.&lt;br /&gt;It's sad to sit in the living room and just talk to myself. I haven't got anyone to argue with. All right, I argue really very rare. But I'll get better at it. Maybe I will be more exciting (?) then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9j-7gTLUwqw/SZH45lCwL-I/AAAAAAAAAZA/tyB5FT1kOQU/s1600-h/djd.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 183px; height: 288px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9j-7gTLUwqw/SZH45lCwL-I/AAAAAAAAAZA/tyB5FT1kOQU/s200/djd.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301291904471674850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Maybe I should start to organize single-nights every other weekend at my job? Haha, that would really be something. All the single farmers from around-about coming to the tavern to meet other singles who may be their woman at their farm. Oh, yes indeed. It is certainly my call. Matchmaker for everyone except myself. Oh yeah, just my luck!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;I MISS YOU, FUCKING BASTARD ! DON'T YOU UNDERSTAND IT!!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; No,now it's good night. I'm getting up early tomorrow. Trying to be a super human and get all my forgotten tasks I have exposed in recent weeks done. Tudelu!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2620377612233433631-3124724807528963438?l=missingfrecklesinenglishplease.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missingfrecklesinenglishplease.blogspot.com/feeds/3124724807528963438/comments/default' title='Legg inn kommentarer'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://missingfrecklesinenglishplease.blogspot.com/2009/02/want-some-extra-spice-in-your-life.html#comment-form' title='0 Kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2620377612233433631/posts/default/3124724807528963438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2620377612233433631/posts/default/3124724807528963438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missingfrecklesinenglishplease.blogspot.com/2009/02/want-some-extra-spice-in-your-life.html' title='Want some extra spice in your life?'/><author><name>Carina Isabell</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9j-7gTLUwqw/SZH45lCwL-I/AAAAAAAAAZA/tyB5FT1kOQU/s72-c/djd.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2620377612233433631.post-3331267045930912711</id><published>2009-02-10T13:03:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T05:10:00.386+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='swimming'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='good morning'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the princess'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='exercise'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='snow'/><title type='text'>Wakey wakey, said the cheerful morningbird</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9j-7gTLUwqw/SZFr09zGoZI/AAAAAAAAAYo/kAq3x8PRwh4/s1600-h/DSC00031.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 196px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9j-7gTLUwqw/SZFr09zGoZI/AAAAAAAAAYo/kAq3x8PRwh4/s200/DSC00031.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301136794078060946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;     &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9j-7gTLUwqw/SZFr1Lx8lYI/AAAAAAAAAYw/bhaQZMRN8D4/s1600-h/DSC00048.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9j-7gTLUwqw/SZFr1Lx8lYI/AAAAAAAAAYw/bhaQZMRN8D4/s200/DSC00048.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301136797831304578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I am just so beautiful in the morning, especially with my morning fresh breath that no longer scares everyone and no one, my fresh curls, and my tight ass that's never been tighter after swimming and a little extra spinning yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it is good to wake up in the morning with new energy, enthusiasm and fresh air in my lungs.&lt;br /&gt;Although my little one still is sick we now are going to the store to buy pancakes, blueberries on  tube, Barbie magazines and fruit! And am I in a good mood she will get a little candy also;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope you all have a wonderful nice day,&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm going outside shoveling snow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BAJ!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2620377612233433631-3331267045930912711?l=missingfrecklesinenglishplease.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missingfrecklesinenglishplease.blogspot.com/feeds/3331267045930912711/comments/default' title='Legg inn kommentarer'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://missingfrecklesinenglishplease.blogspot.com/2009/02/wakey-wakey-said-cheerful-morningbird.html#comment-form' title='0 Kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2620377612233433631/posts/default/3331267045930912711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2620377612233433631/posts/default/3331267045930912711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missingfrecklesinenglishplease.blogspot.com/2009/02/wakey-wakey-said-cheerful-morningbird.html' title='Wakey wakey, said the cheerful morningbird'/><author><name>Carina Isabell</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9j-7gTLUwqw/SZFr09zGoZI/AAAAAAAAAYo/kAq3x8PRwh4/s72-c/DSC00031.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2620377612233433631.post-1112553319256198314</id><published>2009-02-10T01:42:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-02-10T02:09:02.745+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bored'/><title type='text'>Give me some action here in the valley of boredom!</title><content type='html'>Nothing exciting have happened here in the last 24 hours. &lt;br /&gt;My little princess is still sick, I have been at work a few hours, I've been in the pool and I made 3000 meters, tried to get my shoe back afterwards because someone did not want me to go home, I planted a kiss right on someone's lips just for fun -fun, and I've looked at all the wonderful snow that has come here. I did not feel like ploughing/shuffling it myself, so asked dad. I'm spoiled!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing that may shock some is that I have only smoked one smoke today, and now I hope that I manage to keep away from them in the future. Financially it costs to much, it's not good for my health, and I want fresh good princess Cinderella breath, not breath as princess Ashtray!&lt;br /&gt;So hey hoe, lets give it a go! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As said, nothing particularly new today. Nothing special happens tomorrow either. Certainly not something that happens the day after there either.&lt;br /&gt;I am no longer of interest, and I will soon need something inspiring that gives me life and laughter. Give me some action here in the valley of boredom!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9j-7gTLUwqw/SZDTjwyIP2I/AAAAAAAAAYg/sND8YGnSU0s/s1600-h/delt.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 191px; height: 272px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9j-7gTLUwqw/SZDTjwyIP2I/AAAAAAAAAYg/sND8YGnSU0s/s200/delt.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300969372759113570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2620377612233433631-1112553319256198314?l=missingfrecklesinenglishplease.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missingfrecklesinenglishplease.blogspot.com/feeds/1112553319256198314/comments/default' title='Legg inn kommentarer'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://missingfrecklesinenglishplease.blogspot.com/2009/02/give-me-some-action-here-in-valley-of.html#comment-form' title='0 Kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2620377612233433631/posts/default/1112553319256198314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2620377612233433631/posts/default/1112553319256198314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missingfrecklesinenglishplease.blogspot.com/2009/02/give-me-some-action-here-in-valley-of.html' title='Give me some action here in the valley of boredom!'/><author><name>Carina Isabell</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9j-7gTLUwqw/SZDTjwyIP2I/AAAAAAAAAYg/sND8YGnSU0s/s72-c/delt.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2620377612233433631.post-5162276812885369911</id><published>2009-02-09T01:18:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T05:12:22.108+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mother&apos;s day'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the princess'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='memories'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sick'/><title type='text'>Do you remember when you were little and sick?</title><content type='html'>I do!&lt;br /&gt;I remember with horror as the spaghetti and orange juice flushed out of my nose - the consolation was that I was sleeping in my parents lap that evening / night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember the time I got so terribly high fever and I was sure I got it because I had concentrated too much on my new toy. And how angry I was a few days later when I didn't get to go out and play with my friends because I wasn't strong enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember the good felling of the cold wraps my godmother laid in my forehead when I was burning, and all the weird dreams I had.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My strongest memory is when I woke up in  my parents bed, and asked Dad if he could close the skylights because I would not have more chicken pox (we call it "water cups" in Norway). I got more even if the window was closed, and I'm pretty sure I  passed it on to my brother also.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only thing I know would help when I had a fever was to lay down on the bedroom floor of my parents, and I would be lying there until I fell to sleep. That is also how my parents knew that I was properly sick.&lt;br /&gt;Even today you will find me on the floor if I'm burning up  with fever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the few times I got sore throat  mum came with throat pastilles, and warm milk with honey. She would read books to me, and I wouldn't go to sleep alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So why do I write such a blog post shortly after mother's day?&lt;br /&gt;No, it is not to say that mom I only love you when I'm sick, because I don't. I love you all the time! &lt;3 style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 236px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9j-7gTLUwqw/SY9xisYgA3I/AAAAAAAAAYY/l9X-Jd27tF4/s1600/mor_med_barn.gif" alt="" border="0"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2620377612233433631-5162276812885369911?l=missingfrecklesinenglishplease.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missingfrecklesinenglishplease.blogspot.com/feeds/5162276812885369911/comments/default' title='Legg inn kommentarer'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://missingfrecklesinenglishplease.blogspot.com/2009/02/do-you-remember-when-you-were-little.html#comment-form' title='0 Kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2620377612233433631/posts/default/5162276812885369911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2620377612233433631/posts/default/5162276812885369911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missingfrecklesinenglishplease.blogspot.com/2009/02/do-you-remember-when-you-were-little.html' title='Do you remember when you were little and sick?'/><author><name>Carina Isabell</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2620377612233433631.post-2498001806945314172</id><published>2009-02-07T13:27:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T05:15:34.082+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Scotland'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cuba'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Caribbean'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='travel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='winter'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='summer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mexico'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Australia'/><title type='text'>Hola mi amigos</title><content type='html'>Ahh, if I had had the opportunity, I would get on a plane and traveled immediately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a dream last night that I was in the warmer regions, and I would do anything to get some sun and heat on my body. I only wish I could get away from cold, boring Norway, and I would have been so satisfied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I were to travel, I would go to:&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mexico&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.mexico-travel.com/images/mexicofan.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 239px; height: 166px;" src="http://www.mexico-travel.com/images/mexicofan.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Cuba&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.eastern.no/bilder/cuba131.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 244px; height: 182px;" src="http://www.eastern.no/bilder/cuba131.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Scotland&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.travel-destination-pictures.com/data/media/61/scotland-scenery_49.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 250px; height: 166px;" src="http://www.travel-destination-pictures.com/data/media/61/scotland-scenery_49.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Australia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.byron-bay-australia.com/images/byron_bay_australia_body.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 250px; height: 165px;" src="http://www.byron-bay-australia.com/images/byron_bay_australia_body.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Diving at  Great Barrier Reef&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://static.howstuffworks.com/gif/great-barrier-reef-7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 259px; height: 168px;" src="http://static.howstuffworks.com/gif/great-barrier-reef-7.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.concierge.com/images/destinations/destinationguide/australia_pacific/australia/greatbarrierreef/greatbarrierreef/greatbarrierreef_001p.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 291px; height: 219px;" src="http://www.concierge.com/images/destinations/destinationguide/australia_pacific/australia/greatbarrierreef/greatbarrierreef/greatbarrierreef_001p.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Caribbean&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://d10579775.u123.surftown.nu/images/banner2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 373px; height: 136px;" src="http://d10579775.u123.surftown.nu/images/banner2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, if you were to travel anywhere you wanted to, where would you go?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2620377612233433631-2498001806945314172?l=missingfrecklesinenglishplease.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missingfrecklesinenglishplease.blogspot.com/feeds/2498001806945314172/comments/default' title='Legg inn kommentarer'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://missingfrecklesinenglishplease.blogspot.com/2009/02/hola-mi-amigos.html#comment-form' title='0 Kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2620377612233433631/posts/default/2498001806945314172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2620377612233433631/posts/default/2498001806945314172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missingfrecklesinenglishplease.blogspot.com/2009/02/hola-mi-amigos.html' title='Hola mi amigos'/><author><name>Carina Isabell</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2620377612233433631.post-5198538435893411184</id><published>2009-02-06T01:07:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T05:16:14.198+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='good night'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='excersice'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='swimming'/><title type='text'>Rubber ducks &amp; Sugarsweet dreamland</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.jetski.nu/media/web%20logo/duck_small.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 366px; height: 212px;" src="http://www.jetski.nu/media/web%20logo/duck_small.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="result_box" dir="ltr"&gt;I'm so tired now! Swam 2500 meters today. That means I smacked  my hand in the pool's edge 200 times, and turned for another round before I resigned and swagged proudly into the shower with jelly-legs and spaghetti arms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm satisfied with the progress I've had the past week, and 6500 meters in one week is not so bad. But I feel great frustration for the other old sponges that are there at the same time as me and swim at a pace equal to zero. I'm not saying they aren't good. But if you want to swim in my path, please be so kind to move on when I have to be behind you and I feel threatened for each kick you are taking. I'm not interested in having your toes shoved up in my nose! I'm not in to toes, for that matter, so find another path where you can float like a rubber duck with what resembles an inflatable  pink mushroom on your head (read; bathing cap).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, my body is tightening up now for each stroke I take, and my weight creeps slowly (very slow) down, but I am satisfied regardless. Finally, I have taken hold of myself, and I like what I see. I will not give up before I'm satisfied, and the prize is nothing better than a better life. Hipp hurray for myself!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the delicious chocolate cake I said I would bake earlier today. I put it on hold until I have little more conscience to have a bite;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now it's nighty-night. I am under my duvet. The hands are above. And I shall now fall into my sugar sweet dreamland and dream about cake, men and everything else I want!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good Night!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2620377612233433631-5198538435893411184?l=missingfrecklesinenglishplease.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missingfrecklesinenglishplease.blogspot.com/feeds/5198538435893411184/comments/default' title='Legg inn kommentarer'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://missingfrecklesinenglishplease.blogspot.com/2009/02/rubber-ducks-sugarsweet-dreamland.html#comment-form' title='0 Kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2620377612233433631/posts/default/5198538435893411184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2620377612233433631/posts/default/5198538435893411184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missingfrecklesinenglishplease.blogspot.com/2009/02/rubber-ducks-sugarsweet-dreamland.html' title='Rubber ducks &amp; Sugarsweet dreamland'/><author><name>Carina Isabell</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2620377612233433631.post-6348133272528135201</id><published>2009-02-05T12:37:00.006+01:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T05:17:26.061+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='swimming'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='exercise'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='energy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mtv'/><title type='text'>Miss hyper talking nonsence</title><content type='html'>I'm hyper!&lt;br /&gt;Actually, I should have been working now, but oh so boring! Have lots of energy that bubbles inside of me, but don't know what to do..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I know is that I'm going swimming today, and my goal is 2500 meters today. I only hope I'm able to stand afterwards. It's not particularly delicate to be laying down taking a shower. And I don't have plans to ask 'Flirty' for assistance either;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to bake. Yes, I will. A fat, delicious chocolate cake that lays itself directly on the body, and makes me exercise at least 2 hours for each little bite I eat. Love it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, have to go to work. I will jump, bounce, wash, run around and do something good. Have like 1000 Energies that will out. Springfling, that is what I have!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Song of the day:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.mtvnservices.com/mgid:uma:video:mtv.com:253852" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" flashvars="configParams=type%3Dnormal%26vid%3D253852%26uri%3Dmgid%3Auma%3Avideo%3Amtv.com%3A253852%26startUri=mgid%3Auma%3Avideo%3Amtv.com%3A253852" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" base="." width="395" height="319"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0pt; text-align: center; width: 500px; font-family: Arial,sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mtv.com/music/artist/veronicas/artist.jhtml" style="color: rgb(67, 156, 216);" target="_blank"&gt;The Veronicas&lt;/a&gt; - &lt;a href="http://www.mtv.com/music/" style="color: rgb(67, 156, 216);" target="_blank"&gt;New Music&lt;/a&gt; - &lt;a href="http://www.mtv.com/music/video/" style="color: rgb(67, 156, 216);" target="_blank"&gt;More Music Videos&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*tudels*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2620377612233433631-6348133272528135201?l=missingfrecklesinenglishplease.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missingfrecklesinenglishplease.blogspot.com/feeds/6348133272528135201/comments/default' title='Legg inn kommentarer'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://missingfrecklesinenglishplease.blogspot.com/2009/02/miss-hyper-talking-nonsence.html#comment-form' title='0 Kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2620377612233433631/posts/default/6348133272528135201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2620377612233433631/posts/default/6348133272528135201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missingfrecklesinenglishplease.blogspot.com/2009/02/miss-hyper-talking-nonsence.html' title='Miss hyper talking nonsence'/><author><name>Carina Isabell</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2620377612233433631.post-4679997873781878504</id><published>2009-02-05T01:42:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T05:18:53.305+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='good night'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pictures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='me me me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bad habits'/><title type='text'>What's wrong with you?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9j-7gTLUwqw/SYoh8Vej5eI/AAAAAAAAAX4/lhzJILuesDM/s1600-h/cluster+34905502.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9j-7gTLUwqw/SYoh8Vej5eI/AAAAAAAAAX4/lhzJILuesDM/s200/cluster+34905502.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299085231996003810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yes, what is wrong with you?&lt;br /&gt;What I mean is, do you  have any bad habits or aspects of yourself you would like to be without?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have many. When I was produced twenty-five years ago, I believe that it was a great deal of the genes that did not want to function and became (partially) defective.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; I bite nails  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I manage to not bite in a long while, but I have never experienced long nails for my little fingers and my thumbs. It all started when I saw Heidi (who lived in Switzerland with her uncle) for many many years ago. It was scary,  and I hid behind my Dads back and started biting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; I rub my feet back and forth in bed &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This can be of great irritation for friends staying over because they do not quite understand why I am not able to lie still.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; easily influenced by others  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This habit I have learned to control better, but if it sounds funny and almost too good to be true  you have me. But my self-control has only become better and better in the recent years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; I smoke  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I have to say is an unfortunate choice, unfortunate choice, unfortunate choice! I'm just showing to the point above here.&lt;br /&gt;But I will stop!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; I have very good humor  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I'm the only one who think so.  Therefore, you will not find me on stage as stand-up comedian, or as a fun centerpiece for a party.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; I speak low  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Especially when I'm nervous or unsure.&lt;br /&gt;I think I talk very clear and obvious , but I always get at least 20-30 huh's  a day back when I talk. I try to get better at it,  but it is the only way I am. So take me or leave me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; I grab hold of everything I could find when I'm nervous or embarrassed  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see very quickly if I'm nervous or embarrassed. You will see that I am either doing something with my hair, my ears, my face, or maybe I have found a thread on my sweater that I can not take away  my attention from, so I won't reveal my uncertainty. But I have already showed how I feel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; I can not stop laughing when others get hurt  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This here I would like to be gone. But since I was little I always feel like I  want to laugh when others get hurt, or they get yelled at. It's not that I'm non-sympathetic or find it funny. But the it  never goes wrong. So if you break a bone, and I stand there laughing of you,  it is not the meaning! I do feel for you, but my mind panic or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; I always mess up and get me in every kind of problems&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here we talk about everything; men, poor friendships and situations I do not want to elaborate further.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; I relate a lot to those around me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was little I could cry for hours when I had to go home after weekend visits / Sunday dinners at my grandparents. It was so bad that my parents had to consider to cancel visits because they knew how I was going to react. As of today I still think it is sad when I have been acquainted with people that I only get to know for a few weeks, and then they leave me. I can be sad for a  week or so, and then I get better. It passes, but I'd prefer that everyone should live where I live I;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; I do not have any short-term memory&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If we talk in the phone, I can swear that I do not remember what we talked about 5 minutes after the call is finished. I have considered bringing key-list during the talks, but I had certainly forgotten where I put it afterwards anyway, so no point;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, do you have some habits / sides of yourself that you would be without, or perhaps you are satisfied with them?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although I could continue in eternity, I must say good night to be sure I get up in the morning. Has gotten into my bed in my good soft robe and look forward to a good night's sleep, and an active day in the morning:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9j-7gTLUwqw/SYohP3scOnI/AAAAAAAAAXw/RtRbEEbrTgo/s1600-h/DSC00032+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 144px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9j-7gTLUwqw/SYohP3scOnI/AAAAAAAAAXw/RtRbEEbrTgo/s200/DSC00032+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299084468086913650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodnight kisses from me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2620377612233433631-4679997873781878504?l=missingfrecklesinenglishplease.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missingfrecklesinenglishplease.blogspot.com/feeds/4679997873781878504/comments/default' title='Legg inn kommentarer'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://missingfrecklesinenglishplease.blogspot.com/2009/02/whats-wrong-with-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2620377612233433631/posts/default/4679997873781878504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2620377612233433631/posts/default/4679997873781878504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missingfrecklesinenglishplease.blogspot.com/2009/02/whats-wrong-with-you.html' title='What&apos;s wrong with you?'/><author><name>Carina Isabell</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9j-7gTLUwqw/SYoh8Vej5eI/AAAAAAAAAX4/lhzJILuesDM/s72-c/cluster+34905502.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2620377612233433631.post-4250766813077229008</id><published>2009-02-04T02:09:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-02-04T02:26:46.023+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='scared'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the princess'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fire'/><title type='text'>Fire in the house</title><content type='html'>Today there has been action from I opened my beautiful blue eyes from some wonderful hours in dreamland. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have actually been a fireman today. Or can you call it firewoman? No, I have not become a fan of the football club Brann (Fire in Norwegian)! Embrace the moment, for this was probably the first and last time I will be mentioning football in my blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to the case. Yup! Early in the morning my lovely 5-year old came screaming into my bedroom and I who was in a partial coma condition did not fully understand what it was she tried to explain. I thought initially that she had been unlucky again, in that she has inherited the clumsy-gene after her mother. So I was sure it was maybe something like a crushed finger, or a classic case of 'see how hard you can beat your head against a hard surface'. No, there was talk of a fire in our bathroom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two seconds after I finally understood what was wrong I jumped out of bed, grabbed my phone  and ran through the house wearing only underwear (my best g-string of course  and bra), stopped in the hall and grabbed the fire distinguisher, and pictured the dryer or washing machine in full fire. Came into the bathroom and there on the floor I see a melted plastic basket  and fortunately not the biggest flames. Going to tear out the fuse on the distinguisher and kill the flames. But I had luckily kept some of my mind, and let the fuse be and put the whole basket under the sink. 1-2-3. The fire is out! The situation under control, and very proud of myself for having kept my head cold all the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afterwards I got to try being as a fire technician, and after discovering a burnt match, a burnt finger and a lot of tears coming down her cheeks the truth came in the end. She just wanted to try to kindle in a match, burned her self and lost it over the basket which incidentally was filled with paper and other flammable stuff. And seeing the water from an ikea-glass, the water on the floor and a burnt book I could see that she had tried to extinguish it herself also.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But seriously. Luckily it ended well today. She was so frightened, and promised that she would never touch matches again. I'm just proud and happy that she came in and told me at once, and not hiding in a closet or under her duvet. Afterwards we went for the kiosk where she got buns for consolation, and later in the day she had to come along  and explain to her grandfather what happened to the floor since it  now has a little brand that hereafter will be a reminder of how quickly accidents happen, and to not take given for children's curiosity in adults things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so finally, today's outfit is hereby; bra, g-string and a fire extinguisher. This I will not post pictures of!;)&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://forums.biorust.com/attachments/adobe-photoshop/1499d1200771785-how-would-i-do-fire-effect-fire_woman.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 242px; height: 322px;" src="http://forums.biorust.com/attachments/adobe-photoshop/1499d1200771785-how-would-i-do-fire-effect-fire_woman.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2620377612233433631-4250766813077229008?l=missingfrecklesinenglishplease.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missingfrecklesinenglishplease.blogspot.com/feeds/4250766813077229008/comments/default' title='Legg inn kommentarer'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://missingfrecklesinenglishplease.blogspot.com/2009/02/fire-in-house.html#comment-form' title='0 Kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2620377612233433631/posts/default/4250766813077229008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2620377612233433631/posts/default/4250766813077229008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missingfrecklesinenglishplease.blogspot.com/2009/02/fire-in-house.html' title='Fire in the house'/><author><name>Carina Isabell</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2620377612233433631.post-9127062571238841926</id><published>2009-02-03T00:24:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-02-03T00:41:31.428+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='last word of the day'/><title type='text'>Icicle seeks energetic heater</title><content type='html'>As you may see, I'm freezing! You sweet, sweet human who reads this. I would be so happy if you could come here and warm me? I promise not to put my frozen toes between your legs, just get me warm and I will be very satisfied!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9j-7gTLUwqw/SYd_xGnT-QI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/S9RGezp2s-4/s1600-h/n731165276_511210_5721.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 195px; height: 260px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9j-7gTLUwqw/SYd_xGnT-QI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/S9RGezp2s-4/s320/n731165276_511210_5721.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298343968190494978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;I miss the summer, and everything that has to do with it!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt; Mostly the burning grill I could be heating on now!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In addition to be freezing my ass off, I've been paddling in the pool again today. Made the 2000 meters today, too. Much heavier today, but when 4 young boys on the size of a house are trying to drown me by crawling next to me,  I'm actually pretty pleased with my effort. I only hope they choose a different time of the day to have a technique-training than when I'm right there. If not I promise I will kick you again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to you who are here almost daily and eavesdroppers, yes you. It is polite to leave a little hey you know. You put your footsteps and fingerprints of all other places of mine, so why not just do it here also. Okay? Great, then we agree then!:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To the others. Just post your comments as usual. Then you make me so happy! :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now when I got that out of mysystem I'll try to get to bed pretty quick. Going to an old class friend in the morning, and must get up really early so I can show up fresh and beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;Haha, not going to happen! Marianne, I'll probably show up at your house wearing the worst morning expression , sweatpants and one or another shabby top that I took on when I still was not fully awakened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, good night peeps. Sleep well, dream sweet and watch out, Jon can find you and bite you in the ass if you forgot to brush your teeth!;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2620377612233433631-9127062571238841926?l=missingfrecklesinenglishplease.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missingfrecklesinenglishplease.blogspot.com/feeds/9127062571238841926/comments/default' title='Legg inn kommentarer'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://missingfrecklesinenglishplease.blogspot.com/2009/02/icicle-seeks-energetic-heater.html#comment-form' title='0 Kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2620377612233433631/posts/default/9127062571238841926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2620377612233433631/posts/default/9127062571238841926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missingfrecklesinenglishplease.blogspot.com/2009/02/icicle-seeks-energetic-heater.html' title='Icicle seeks energetic heater'/><author><name>Carina Isabell</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9j-7gTLUwqw/SYd_xGnT-QI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/S9RGezp2s-4/s72-c/n731165276_511210_5721.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2620377612233433631.post-4032914846113851880</id><published>2009-02-02T13:25:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-02-02T13:47:00.448+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='excersice'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='me me me'/><title type='text'>Yawn!</title><content type='html'>I'm still awake! &lt;br /&gt;Got just under 4 hours of sleep last night. But I did make my appointment at the hospital. Took four X-rays of the back, and I must say that I have a very nice bone structure! The tour ended at the cat-scan. There I was asked to take off my bra and get on my back. Not bad for a Monday, eh?&lt;br /&gt;The cat-scan was over in a flash, but it felt like I was sent into a donut. So it's just to cross my fingers that they find out what is wrong with my back. I'm guessing it may have something with either a fall down in the asphalt from 1.5 meters above the ground 15 years ago, or a small accident when I was diving into a pool when i was kind of drunk for almost 10 years ago. Can also be when I slipped elegantly down the stairs when I was 11, 13, 15 and 24 years old. If I'm clumsy? Neh .. Shit happens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Regardless, in 4 hours I will be back in the swimming pool, and even if my arms and thighs hurts from the last time, I will swim 2000 meters today. Is it excercice , and it's to be done properly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Throwing in a little of the week's music selection before I leave for work: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt; The Veronica - Untouched &lt;br /&gt;T.I. Ft Rihanna - Live Your Life &lt;br /&gt;Pussycat Dolls - When I Grow Up &lt;br /&gt;Pussycat Dolls - Hush Hush &lt;br /&gt;Pussycat Dolls - I Hate This Part &lt;br /&gt;Guru Josh Project - Infinity &lt;br /&gt;Lady Gaga - Poker Face &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I want to hear something new. Suggestions anyone? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9j-7gTLUwqw/SYbem5Y8FLI/AAAAAAAAAWk/FAilhuliyWg/s1600-h/n731165276_1924152_3991.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9j-7gTLUwqw/SYbem5Y8FLI/AAAAAAAAAWk/FAilhuliyWg/s320/n731165276_1924152_3991.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298166771469784242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I dare, do you?  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  So, I wish you all a great day with great temperatures, good weather and zero mosquito bites! ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2620377612233433631-4032914846113851880?l=missingfrecklesinenglishplease.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missingfrecklesinenglishplease.blogspot.com/feeds/4032914846113851880/comments/default' title='Legg inn kommentarer'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://missingfrecklesinenglishplease.blogspot.com/2009/02/yawn.html#comment-form' title='0 Kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2620377612233433631/posts/default/4032914846113851880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2620377612233433631/posts/default/4032914846113851880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missingfrecklesinenglishplease.blogspot.com/2009/02/yawn.html' title='Yawn!'/><author><name>Carina Isabell</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9j-7gTLUwqw/SYbem5Y8FLI/AAAAAAAAAWk/FAilhuliyWg/s72-c/n731165276_1924152_3991.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2620377612233433631.post-3042852600650530269</id><published>2009-02-02T03:08:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-02-02T03:23:50.125+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='good night'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='film'/><title type='text'>The weekend is finally over</title><content type='html'>&lt;div id="result_box" dir="ltr"&gt;This Sunday is "finally" over, and I've just come home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to the movies and saw the Norwegian film Max Manus tonight. I was really impressed by it, and recommend it strongly.Almost wanted to cry at the end, and I am proud to be Norwegian. Why do not we hear more about this part of our history in school I don't know, but think it will be quite interesting to start to read my history now. I only needed a small push, and this movie was all  I needed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the movie I was extremely hungry , and I pushed the people into 7-11 so I could consume my first meal for the day. That's roughly 12 hours too late. But that's what happens with me when I have 1000 things on my mind, and I forget to eat. It was at least a good hot-dog!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later on we stopped by the &lt;a href="http://www.storaasutested.no/?p=forside"&gt;Storås club&lt;/a&gt; to meet an old friend of the family, and he did not believe his eyes when we walked in there. So cozy to meet him again. Know where to go next time I'm in in town. great place, and when I dare to go out to drink again, that is the place you will find me! ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than that I have cleaned the whole house today. It's the only thing that works to improve on my mood when I'm feeling down. I always feel better when it's neat and clean around me. At least when everything else is chaos, such as inside my head.&lt;br /&gt;And it was insanely good to come home and see my bed with new linens on. Nothing feels better than fresh and new bedding. Don't you agree?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, I've been hooked on the song under here. Hear it a few times, and you are hooked too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/q3cSFJeDzOo&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/q3cSFJeDzOo&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But now it's time for me to go to bed. I'm heading for the hospital tomorrow to have the ct-scan and X-ray in early in the morning. And should preferably be well rested when i get there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9j-7gTLUwqw/SYZTJeoG6dI/AAAAAAAAAWc/1eK9aeo02BY/s1600-h/DSC00132.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 238px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9j-7gTLUwqw/SYZTJeoG6dI/AAAAAAAAAWc/1eK9aeo02BY/s320/DSC00132.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298013433953184210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sleep tight all  you sweet people out there!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2620377612233433631-3042852600650530269?l=missingfrecklesinenglishplease.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missingfrecklesinenglishplease.blogspot.com/feeds/3042852600650530269/comments/default' title='Legg inn kommentarer'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://missingfrecklesinenglishplease.blogspot.com/2009/02/weekend-is-finally-over.html#comment-form' title='0 Kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2620377612233433631/posts/default/3042852600650530269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2620377612233433631/posts/default/3042852600650530269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missingfrecklesinenglishplease.blogspot.com/2009/02/weekend-is-finally-over.html' title='The weekend is finally over'/><author><name>Carina Isabell</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9j-7gTLUwqw/SYZTJeoG6dI/AAAAAAAAAWc/1eK9aeo02BY/s72-c/DSC00132.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2620377612233433631.post-1266436678964698009</id><published>2009-02-01T04:36:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-02-01T13:41:35.534+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Happily never after</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9j-7gTLUwqw/SYUYKtMMMxI/AAAAAAAAAVU/C1J286FfMsY/s1600-h/sad12.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 208px; height: 177px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9j-7gTLUwqw/SYUYKtMMMxI/AAAAAAAAAVU/C1J286FfMsY/s320/sad12.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297667108879741714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Maybe not such a good idea to blog when I'm on a half spin because of little to much wine, but I finally got an answer from-him- today. Tears rolled down my cheeks as I read the answer I got, and even more when I answered. maybe it would've been better if he didn't answer me at all. But also I want an answer from him.. I'm so fucking confused.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss him, and right now I wish had not met him at all. I think about him all the time, and I feel the presence of him all the time. I think I'm in his thoughts as much as he is in mine, so why the hell should all be so fucking hard all the time? Oh, for fuck sake. Get out of my mind!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I hereby raise my almost empty wine glass and cheers for my everlasting singellife , having nothing but loose affairs in the future and be glad I still have my double bed entirely for myself!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9j-7gTLUwqw/SYUYKiQI1kI/AAAAAAAAAVc/3wkAJhFKo2o/s1600-h/touch.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 245px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9j-7gTLUwqw/SYUYKiQI1kI/AAAAAAAAAVc/3wkAJhFKo2o/s320/touch.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297667105943508546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only positive today is that I went to the pool today (yes, it is a long way ), and I swam 2,000 meters. Yey on me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2620377612233433631-1266436678964698009?l=missingfrecklesinenglishplease.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missingfrecklesinenglishplease.blogspot.com/feeds/1266436678964698009/comments/default' title='Legg inn kommentarer'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://missingfrecklesinenglishplease.blogspot.com/2009/01/yey-on-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2620377612233433631/posts/default/1266436678964698009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2620377612233433631/posts/default/1266436678964698009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missingfrecklesinenglishplease.blogspot.com/2009/01/yey-on-me.html' title='Happily never after'/><author><name>Carina Isabell</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9j-7gTLUwqw/SYUYKtMMMxI/AAAAAAAAAVU/C1J286FfMsY/s72-c/sad12.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2620377612233433631.post-1721343227883607838</id><published>2009-01-31T13:01:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-01-31T13:08:41.927+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='toilet paper'/><title type='text'>When you really have to go - what do you use to wipe your ass?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.nrk.no/img/498698.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 277px;" src="http://img.nrk.no/img/498698.jpeg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;If you speculate on the catchy title, here's the deal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was at Macdonald and ate today with my little sister and her boyfriend. Not that it is very important where we were, but poor customers waiting to order the food... It was certainly not the theme they would want to be pictured just before they are to have the most important meal of the day...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do not know quite how we got into the theme, but no matter- we began to discuss what to use as a replacement for toilet paper, if one should be so unlucky to run out of regular paper , and one can not shake or make a natural dry ... Toilet paper  is known as one of the most important things to remember to buy in your life, and it should be soft!You must protect your ass!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I know about those who have used coffee filters, and I also got some tips about using magazines, leaves, grass or moss and newspapers ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, what do you do the day you run out of toilet paper? I will probably sit there until I get reported missing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only thing I know for sure is that I will be at the shop tomorrow and buy in as I have for safety's sake;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2620377612233433631-1721343227883607838?l=missingfrecklesinenglishplease.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missingfrecklesinenglishplease.blogspot.com/feeds/1721343227883607838/comments/default' title='Legg inn kommentarer'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://missingfrecklesinenglishplease.blogspot.com/2009/01/when-you-really-have-to-go-what-do-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2620377612233433631/posts/default/1721343227883607838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2620377612233433631/posts/default/1721343227883607838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missingfrecklesinenglishplease.blogspot.com/2009/01/when-you-really-have-to-go-what-do-you.html' title='When you really have to go - what do you use to wipe your ass?'/><author><name>Carina Isabell</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2620377612233433631.post-233005512101655513</id><published>2009-01-30T20:55:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-01-31T13:00:27.597+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Weekend &lt;3</title><content type='html'>Finally weekend, and I have absolutely no plans.&lt;br /&gt;The only thing I know is that I will sleep as long as I can and will, I will try to open my schoolbooks, and set up a plan for my reading. Only 4 months left for the exam. I'm worried already!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'll download some new music, do you have any suggestions?&lt;br /&gt;I'm fed up on everything I have, and need something new to listen to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I might go to the solarium and to the swimming pool. Try to get into shape before the summer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img3.nettby.no/users/c/a/i/caisa84/files/leei...jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 201px; height: 292px;" src="http://img3.nettby.no/users/c/a/i/caisa84/files/leei...jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I was back in the pool. I bought a Season ticket and now there is no turning back, since it was my dad who bought it for me. But incredibly good training! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was tired yesterday when we got home. Made a good supper, and we fell asleep on the couch, both I and the little one. Eventually  got her in her  own bed, but I'm not that smart. I went back to the couch to see stupid series. There I fell asleep again, and when I woke up again this morning it was freezing! But even if it was cold, I was sweating through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dreamed of -him- again tonight. The dream was so real. I could feel every touch, every kiss, and the pleasure to finally see him. It was as if everything was so real, and nothing bad had happened between us. I could feel the smell of him even when I woke up. I was so disappointed when I opened up my eyes and knew that there had only been a dream. All I wanted was still to be there in the dream, to be near him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why should it always be so difficult to forget? Is there a way to forget faster?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I have to work a little anyway, and later we will go into the city to deliver my little girl to her father.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wish you all a very good weekend, and party wild and crazy for me too! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2620377612233433631-233005512101655513?l=missingfrecklesinenglishplease.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missingfrecklesinenglishplease.blogspot.com/feeds/233005512101655513/comments/default' title='Legg inn kommentarer'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://missingfrecklesinenglishplease.blogspot.com/2009/01/weekend-3.html#comment-form' title='0 Kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2620377612233433631/posts/default/233005512101655513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2620377612233433631/posts/default/233005512101655513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missingfrecklesinenglishplease.blogspot.com/2009/01/weekend-3.html' title='Weekend &lt;3'/><author><name>Carina Isabell</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2620377612233433631.post-5050053353416397254</id><published>2009-01-29T19:59:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-01-31T12:48:21.380+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Breakfast, film and falling in love</title><content type='html'>&lt;div id="result_box" dir="ltr"&gt;I had a particularly good start today.&lt;br /&gt;First of all, it was so incredibly good to finally get to sleep in my own bed again. Yes, it's good to be home at my parents too, but to come home to my own home is best regardless. And when I curled up in my own bed, I was gone in no time. Where I slept in for 6 hours before I had to be up, and had a quarter before the little one had to be in kindergarten. And we made it! There is no one who can say that I'm not performing under pressure;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.collider.com/uploads/imageGallery/Stardust/stardust_movie_image_charlie_cox_and_claire_danes__6_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 319px; height: 301px;" src="http://www.collider.com/uploads/imageGallery/Stardust/stardust_movie_image_charlie_cox_and_claire_danes__6_.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had an easy breakfast, and saw the film Stardust. I strongly recommend it, if you love a little action adventure filled with lots of romantic stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The movie is great!&lt;br /&gt;Imagine if it had been so easy that the man/woman of your dreams really could fall down from the sky. Or that you are able to see that someone likes you, so that you know that there are real emotions, and you're not only a "victim" for some insensible jerk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I'm in love I "glow", so I have heard. My eyes sparkle, and I'm restless. I'm  giggly . I talk and talk, going on and on, and my best friends need to hear the same things again and again every day. How great he is. He is like that, and like that, he said that and that, not to mention that he did that, and did that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until it suddenly ends. That's  my situation now. Almost every time I end up getting hurt.It's not that I had so many crushes, but there's been some few.&lt;br /&gt;I meet someone, get interested. Fascinated. Butterflies in the stomach. Love!&lt;br /&gt;After a few weeks or months the glory slowly fades. In a short period of time the person I fall in love with shows his real face, and I sit there again with a broken heart, and my friends have to once again listen to anything I have to say. Only this time it is from the opposite angle. It is so bad when you're still in love, and something happens and destroys the good feeling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-I 'm afraid of falling in love (again)-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2620377612233433631-5050053353416397254?l=missingfrecklesinenglishplease.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missingfrecklesinenglishplease.blogspot.com/feeds/5050053353416397254/comments/default' title='Legg inn kommentarer'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://missingfrecklesinenglishplease.blogspot.com/2009/01/breakfast-film-and-forelskelse.html#comment-form' title='0 Kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2620377612233433631/posts/default/5050053353416397254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2620377612233433631/posts/default/5050053353416397254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missingfrecklesinenglishplease.blogspot.com/2009/01/breakfast-film-and-forelskelse.html' title='Breakfast, film and falling in love'/><author><name>Carina Isabell</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2620377612233433631.post-1584977415018501377</id><published>2009-01-29T04:22:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-01-31T04:11:23.629+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='me me me'/><title type='text'>Diligent little working-ant</title><content type='html'>&lt;div id="result_box" dir="ltr"&gt;That's me. I've worked, washed, and cleared everything till my parents come home tonight, and I'm really happy now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got all the suppressed anger out in a tirade.  And I have for the first time in my life, been properly angry. So now I know how that is also!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a great night all together! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2620377612233433631-1584977415018501377?l=missingfrecklesinenglishplease.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missingfrecklesinenglishplease.blogspot.com/feeds/1584977415018501377/comments/default' title='Legg inn kommentarer'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://missingfrecklesinenglishplease.blogspot.com/2009/01/diligent-little-work-maur.html#comment-form' title='0 Kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2620377612233433631/posts/default/1584977415018501377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2620377612233433631/posts/default/1584977415018501377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missingfrecklesinenglishplease.blogspot.com/2009/01/diligent-little-work-maur.html' title='Diligent little working-ant'/><author><name>Carina Isabell</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2620377612233433631.post-8913152313143409166</id><published>2009-01-28T03:57:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T04:11:12.857+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dreams'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='good night'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sadistic'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='frustration'/><title type='text'>Icecream-dreams and sadistic hopes for tomorrow!</title><content type='html'>Then I just stuffed myself with half a bucket of Dreams youghurt-icecream, so much for a healthy start of the week! But the ice was really good! It is worth all the hours on the bike I have in front of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why sit at 3 oclock at night and eating like one or another bad American movie character? &lt;br /&gt;Well, tonight 'I gave up' the person I was so sure to be my soul friend. Things have gone really bad for the last 12 days, and I feel like a dirty piece of paper that is curled up and straightened out again several times. I have been thrown on the ground, stepped on, picked up again, only to be put away and forgotten.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This evening I sent him a message about what I felt and feel it is sad that it had to be like this... I felt nauseous  when I pressed enter, but at least now it is done. He knows how I feel, I'm done with him, and it is only to accept that this is the way it should be. Too bad, but true! It was not intended that there would be the two of us. Fate sucks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-e.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-sf2p/v185/235/74/731165276/n731165276_2176780_2552.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 427px; height: 320px;" src="http://photos-e.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-sf2p/v185/235/74/731165276/n731165276_2176780_2552.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow I will rule at my job. Get out some of my suppressed anger. The little "slave" will get a taste of the bitter back of  the toilet, as he skipped work today and let me sit here and annoy till I turned green.&lt;br /&gt;You can not get away with this when I actually had to do all your jobs because your sneaky shortcuts turned out bad. You will really get to know the brush of the dishwashingbroom  far up where the sun never shines if you do not do as I say tomorrot. And you better not come too late for work tomorrow.  If you haven't snorted salmiac before, I promise you an experience you will never forget the smell of!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Give me some tips of some shit-tasks to be carried out tomorrow guys. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, I'm not angry today .. Just -very-frustrated! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good night!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2620377612233433631-8913152313143409166?l=missingfrecklesinenglishplease.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missingfrecklesinenglishplease.blogspot.com/feeds/8913152313143409166/comments/default' title='Legg inn kommentarer'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://missingfrecklesinenglishplease.blogspot.com/2009/01/icecream-dreams-and-sadistic-hopes-for.html#comment-form' title='0 Kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2620377612233433631/posts/default/8913152313143409166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2620377612233433631/posts/default/8913152313143409166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missingfrecklesinenglishplease.blogspot.com/2009/01/icecream-dreams-and-sadistic-hopes-for.html' title='Icecream-dreams and sadistic hopes for tomorrow!'/><author><name>Carina Isabell</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2620377612233433631.post-542883658371184484</id><published>2009-01-27T21:23:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-01-27T23:33:18.344+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='soapseries'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bored'/><title type='text'>I do love those soap series!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.explosm.net/comics/578/"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 368px; height: 241px;" alt="Cyanide and Happiness, a daily webcomic" src="http://www.flashasylum.com/db/files/Comics/Matt/average-housewife-afternoon-soap-opera.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, I've probably edited this post several times today,  but I think I might be pleased now.&lt;br /&gt;Just don't mess with me today! I'm in a baaad mood!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I really love is that people never gets old, because every day lasts for a month, they will go in ball gowns every day and they need neither food or drink, they have lovers, mistresses, and a spouse they love for everything on earth. It even be their fifth in a row. Who the father/mother is of their children is unknown.You should fuck eachother whether it is your best friend, stepbrother, or maybe even it is your own father/mother, brother/sister. They lie in a coma like two or three times of their lives, they are possessed by demons and kidnapped by one or another powerful bastard ... And you must remember, they only live a normal life, just like you and me. I have these days all the time.. Promise!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No wonder I love soap series! I will also live a life like that! Honest!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you have any favorite series?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2620377612233433631-542883658371184484?l=missingfrecklesinenglishplease.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missingfrecklesinenglishplease.blogspot.com/feeds/542883658371184484/comments/default' title='Legg inn kommentarer'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://missingfrecklesinenglishplease.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-do-love-those-soap-series.html#comment-form' title='0 Kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2620377612233433631/posts/default/542883658371184484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2620377612233433631/posts/default/542883658371184484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missingfrecklesinenglishplease.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-do-love-those-soap-series.html' title='I do love those soap series!'/><author><name>Carina Isabell</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2620377612233433631.post-864665925333842237</id><published>2009-01-27T01:15:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-01-27T23:22:50.669+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='roadtrip'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='best friend'/><title type='text'>Girls roadtrip, summer of  2009</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-h.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-sf2p/v107/235/74/731165276/n731165276_845839_9767.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 171px; height: 279px;" src="http://photos-h.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-sf2p/v107/235/74/731165276/n731165276_845839_9767.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-a.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-sf2p/v107/235/74/731165276/n731165276_845848_2076.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 170px; height: 281px;" src="http://photos-a.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-sf2p/v107/235/74/731165276/n731165276_845848_2076.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh my god, I can't wait for the summer to come now!&lt;br /&gt;That's when me and my friend Lena are going for a roadtrip. We're not sure where we want to go yet, we just know we're driving to the southern of Norway, and maybe to the west.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We've talked about it for some years now, but tonight we finally "decided" that it will happen this summer! With good mood, probably low on cash, a camera, protection against all the bugs, a tent and sleepingbags, we're getting in the car and we're going on our first girls-roadtrip with our little darling, Lena's car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To save money we will put up a tent, or sleep at friends and family, and I guess that I'll survive. Even though I hate sleeping in a tent. I guess that's what you'll do when you want to have a great experience with one of your best friends. I'll manage a mosquitobite or a thousand of them, and maybe, maybe my prince charming will come rescue me when the moose comes chasing me from my toiletbreak in the forest. Oh, I have so many weird pictures in my head right now! FUN!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So. The plan is to drive down to our capital,Oslo, and follow the coast around Norway, and up to the middle of Norway. What we will see an experience we still don't know, but we're to have the greatest trip ever!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-c.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-sf2p/v107/235/74/731165276/n731165276_845842_610.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 268px;" src="http://photos-c.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-sf2p/v107/235/74/731165276/n731165276_845842_610.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any suggestions to what we should see or experience?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just know that I can't wait! I want summer now!!! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2620377612233433631-864665925333842237?l=missingfrecklesinenglishplease.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missingfrecklesinenglishplease.blogspot.com/feeds/864665925333842237/comments/default' title='Legg inn kommentarer'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://missingfrecklesinenglishplease.blogspot.com/2009/01/girls-on-roadtrip-summer-2009.html#comment-form' title='0 Kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2620377612233433631/posts/default/864665925333842237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2620377612233433631/posts/default/864665925333842237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missingfrecklesinenglishplease.blogspot.com/2009/01/girls-on-roadtrip-summer-2009.html' title='Girls roadtrip, summer of  2009'/><author><name>Carina Isabell</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2620377612233433631.post-3819627758933905412</id><published>2009-01-26T19:56:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2009-01-26T20:11:08.358+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='excersice'/><title type='text'>I'm back in business:)</title><content type='html'>It's ten years since I last were in the pool here in my home town, but today I took my daughter with me, and now I'll try to be there once a week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So great to be in the water. I'm almost like a fish, and with the new wardrobes and showers there's really nothing to complain about!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My goal towards the end of March is to finish the 10000-meter, and be in the competition of two tickets for Tunis.&lt;br /&gt;I was a pretty good swimmer in my early days, and swam 1000 meter twice a week. Now I'm going to try building up my body to the same state it used to be when I was younger.&lt;br /&gt;I can picture myself with spaghetti-arms and thighs when I'm hitting the shower. *lol*&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, it's good exercise, and now that I'm back on tracks with my healthy lifestyle again, I promise you I will show up proudly in my bikini this summer;) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, I danced salsa with the lifeguard to day also. Talk about getting a good laugh! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And one last thing, the lifeguards couldn't believe that I had a daughter. They were sure that I only were my daughters big sister or something... -haha-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2620377612233433631-3819627758933905412?l=missingfrecklesinenglishplease.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missingfrecklesinenglishplease.blogspot.com/feeds/3819627758933905412/comments/default' title='Legg inn kommentarer'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://missingfrecklesinenglishplease.blogspot.com/2009/01/im-back-in-business.html#comment-form' title='0 Kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2620377612233433631/posts/default/3819627758933905412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2620377612233433631/posts/default/3819627758933905412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missingfrecklesinenglishplease.blogspot.com/2009/01/im-back-in-business.html' title='I&apos;m back in business:)'/><author><name>Carina Isabell</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2620377612233433631.post-8663437557886497107</id><published>2009-01-26T02:17:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2009-01-26T04:21:20.980+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='roadtrip'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='uncle'/><title type='text'>The weekend is over...</title><content type='html'>The weekend is over, and it's been ups and downs. Literately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We drove down to Flisa the night to Friday, and it went fine. My book was totally boring, and I didn't bother to listen to any of the songs I downloaded to my mp3-player. I was pretty sure I had heard them before.&lt;br /&gt;So, I stared out into the dark, and started counting the reflection-sticks. After 10 minutes I got tired of it. But I know it's about 50 meters between each stick, so its about 7834 sticks from my place and down to Flisa, on one side of the road. You can do the math yourself for both sides..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We arrived at my uncles place 6 in the morning, and I got to sleep for 3 hours before we had to go to the ceremony.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My uncles funeral was really beautiful. My little daughter tried to make me feel better, and wiped the tears of my cheaks. But she knows it's okei to be sad and cry. You only have to remember to take care of&lt;br /&gt;But it's so weird knowing that now he's really gone. I feel we've abandoned him now, and that he's all by himself in that cold cemetery.&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, I know that its not him in that coffin, only the shell of the person he used to be, but anyway... Weird!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the funeral we had the memorial, ate some cake with the rest of my relatives and family. And in the evening we started to drive to some other relatives far into the forest, not far from a friend of mine. She was chocked when I texted her that we could meet the following day, and finally, finally &lt;a href="http://christinekybele.blogspot.com/"&gt;Kybele &lt;/a&gt;and I met on Saturday. She's just so adorable, and I hope it does not take long time till we meet again. Suddenly I'm jumping on the train, and come visit you for a weekend. If I'm allowed. :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I was at the shopping mall, and I actually saved 1700,- NKR the last two weekends, I bought my self some clothes; Some cool t-shirts, collegesweater and the lovelyest pair of pants I've seen in a long time. I love it! &lt;3 Did find some cool sneakers too, but I'm trying to wait until the spring comes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, we drove back home last night. Arrived at 2.30 am , and I almost dived into my bed when we got home. Haven't gotten too much sleep the last week/days, for some weird reason I can't sleep in the car any more, and I think I lost one day because of the travelling.&lt;br /&gt;The main thing is that I got to say farewell with my uncle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, btw. I'm not expecting twins anyways. *lol*  Only the unhealthy food the last days, too much candy on the roadtrip and the fact that I got my female 'problem' today made me look pregnant...&lt;br /&gt;So to all of you who need to be around me this week. Be careful! I'll bite if I feel like it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good night to all of you! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2620377612233433631-8663437557886497107?l=missingfrecklesinenglishplease.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missingfrecklesinenglishplease.blogspot.com/feeds/8663437557886497107/comments/default' title='Legg inn kommentarer'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://missingfrecklesinenglishplease.blogspot.com/2009/01/weekend-is-over.html#comment-form' title='0 Kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2620377612233433631/posts/default/8663437557886497107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2620377612233433631/posts/default/8663437557886497107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missingfrecklesinenglishplease.blogspot.com/2009/01/weekend-is-over.html' title='The weekend is over...'/><author><name>Carina Isabell</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2620377612233433631.post-9081883482045531406</id><published>2009-01-22T13:14:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-01-22T13:18:29.247+01:00</updated><title type='text'>I never hate anyone...</title><content type='html'>I don't hate you, i just dislike you very much!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all i wanted to say at the moment!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope you read it, and that you know who you are! Can't believe you turned out this way. Such a fake person, and without any guts to tell me the truth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*******************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To all you other people: Leaving for my uncles funeral tonight. Coming back in a couple of days. Can't wait to be stuck in a car for 6-7 hours one way. Luckily we get to stay at my friend, thanx Linn, you're a great friend!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2620377612233433631-9081883482045531406?l=missingfrecklesinenglishplease.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missingfrecklesinenglishplease.blogspot.com/feeds/9081883482045531406/comments/default' title='Legg inn kommentarer'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://missingfrecklesinenglishplease.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-never-hate-anyone.html#comment-form' title='0 Kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2620377612233433631/posts/default/9081883482045531406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2620377612233433631/posts/default/9081883482045531406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missingfrecklesinenglishplease.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-never-hate-anyone.html' title='I never hate anyone...'/><author><name>Carina Isabell</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2620377612233433631.post-9165659906765904990</id><published>2009-01-21T01:42:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-01-21T09:11:25.724+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally, in my bed ... (again)</title><content type='html'>Well, I'm back to where I like it the best! Yippee, my wonderful bed! If it had been possible I would rule the world from here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, I have a lot to say today, but I don't get it out right. So I'm just throwing in some meaningless crap about what I've done today ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So,  my day:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*  Worked a little&lt;br /&gt;*  Visited a girlfriend&lt;br /&gt;*  Smoked to much (that's what happens when I have total chaos in the head)&lt;br /&gt;*  Been embarrassed of what I've seen on TV tonight (will not even mention what it was )!&lt;br /&gt;*  Did not watch Baracks inauguration‏&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;*  Irritated my ass off over spineless, ball-free men who do not dare to give me a reason &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*** I have washed the dishes! Finally! Had no choice. I miss the dishwasher!&lt;br /&gt;* Still looking for my own servant that now will have dish washing on the agenda in addition to care for me when I'm sick. And if I'm in a really good mood he will also get to vacuum. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Been in the doctor's office. Now I'll be so lucky to experience to take a CT-scan as well. That's where you are sent into a drum, right? So, that's another thing I can check out on my list over things I should do before I turn 30. Did various tests today to check out my back, neck and shoulder. But my doctor could not find anything wrong. Until I came to mention that I do not have any feeling in some part of my right foot. Have thought over it for several months, but always forget to mention it, memory is a good thing y'know! So more tests, and she didn't seem very pleased afterwards... Anyway, I have either a prolapse in the back or some nerves are squished (&lt;-- is that even a English word??) . Exciting! * hoho * But at least I managed to wait until the middle of January before I got a requisition to the hospital this time ... : p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* NOT been at the tanning-studio! Wonder why? Well, I'm still hot and red, but it no longer burns&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So when I'm looking back , I have been doing a bit today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, good night to almost all of you..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2620377612233433631-9165659906765904990?l=missingfrecklesinenglishplease.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missingfrecklesinenglishplease.blogspot.com/feeds/9165659906765904990/comments/default' title='Legg inn kommentarer'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://missingfrecklesinenglishplease.blogspot.com/2009/01/finally-in-my-bed-again.html#comment-form' title='0 Kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2620377612233433631/posts/default/9165659906765904990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2620377612233433631/posts/default/9165659906765904990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missingfrecklesinenglishplease.blogspot.com/2009/01/finally-in-my-bed-again.html' title='Finally, in my bed ... (again)'/><author><name>Carina Isabell</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2620377612233433631.post-3892318600124329727</id><published>2009-01-19T23:51:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T00:17:11.832+01:00</updated><title type='text'>auch</title><content type='html'>Well, I've been at the BlueBox today as well, I. With a fever, and a frozen body, my mom and I went to our new temple.&lt;br /&gt;BlueBox is a stunning tanningstudio we got in Fannrem.&lt;br /&gt;They have lovely big beds with built-in music, "wind cannons" and steam with some aroma that's sprayed over you every 3 minutes, cause then you won't pay attention to that hissing sound of a fried rib piece.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, 3 days in a row in the Box, 1.5 hours in total, with extra power and zero sunscreen is not such a particularly good idea, or what Carina? No, it's not!&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm lying here like some Christmas pig, with my pyjamas pulled way up over my bellybutton so it should not irritate the worst crispy fried spots, and no way I could wear the top.&lt;br /&gt;At least I finally were able to lay down on my belly, but God forbid that I move. I can feel it burning, and I reckon this will be an interesting night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm adding an image of the difference before &amp;amp; after, and if you are in a need to hurt your self with a great results after 3-4 days you should stop by at BlueBox as well;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9j-7gTLUwqw/SXT_sLvnZWI/AAAAAAAAAUs/MXD-RiIJS3g/s1600-h/DSC00062.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9j-7gTLUwqw/SXT_sLvnZWI/AAAAAAAAAUs/MXD-RiIJS3g/s200/DSC00062.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293136596599006562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2620377612233433631-3892318600124329727?l=missingfrecklesinenglishplease.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missingfrecklesinenglishplease.blogspot.com/feeds/3892318600124329727/comments/default' title='Legg inn kommentarer'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://missingfrecklesinenglishplease.blogspot.com/2009/01/auch.html#comment-form' title='0 Kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2620377612233433631/posts/default/3892318600124329727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2620377612233433631/posts/default/3892318600124329727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missingfrecklesinenglishplease.blogspot.com/2009/01/auch.html' title='auch'/><author><name>Carina Isabell</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9j-7gTLUwqw/SXT_sLvnZWI/AAAAAAAAAUs/MXD-RiIJS3g/s72-c/DSC00062.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2620377612233433631.post-2810275209979182638</id><published>2009-01-19T11:41:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-01-19T12:27:12.437+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sick'/><title type='text'>Welcome to mye bed</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9j-7gTLUwqw/SXRewZnjH6I/AAAAAAAAAUM/UKp2JwjVb4Y/s1600-h/DSC00024.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 236px; height: 225px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9j-7gTLUwqw/SXRewZnjH6I/AAAAAAAAAUM/UKp2JwjVb4Y/s200/DSC00024.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292959647670673314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9j-7gTLUwqw/SXRejywdipI/AAAAAAAAAUE/qP0zK1guwDI/s1600-h/DSC00022.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 236px; height: 225px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9j-7gTLUwqw/SXRejywdipI/AAAAAAAAAUE/qP0zK1guwDI/s200/DSC00022.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292959431080643218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So, this is me today.&lt;br /&gt;Laying in my bed, with a fever, a headache, and I'm freezing.&lt;br /&gt;Almost fainted last night on my bathroom floor , and i hate that feeling so much!&lt;br /&gt;The dizziness, cold sweating, and the nauseous feeling, trying to stop it by breathing slowly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I'm staying in bed until I'm picking up my little girl in kinder garden.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and by the way... I have to admit, it would've been nice having a bed-buddy here with me now. Someone who could get me something to drink, watch a movie with me and just take care of poor little me=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wish you all a much better day than what I'm having;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*tudels*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2620377612233433631-2810275209979182638?l=missingfrecklesinenglishplease.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missingfrecklesinenglishplease.blogspot.com/feeds/2810275209979182638/comments/default' title='Legg inn kommentarer'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://missingfrecklesinenglishplease.blogspot.com/2009/01/welcome-to-mye-bed.html#comment-form' title='0 Kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2620377612233433631/posts/default/2810275209979182638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2620377612233433631/posts/default/2810275209979182638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missingfrecklesinenglishplease.blogspot.com/2009/01/welcome-to-mye-bed.html' title='Welcome to mye bed'/><author><name>Carina Isabell</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9j-7gTLUwqw/SXRewZnjH6I/AAAAAAAAAUM/UKp2JwjVb4Y/s72-c/DSC00024.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2620377612233433631.post-7384997659411920655</id><published>2009-01-19T07:17:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-01-18T23:01:31.611+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pics'/><title type='text'>...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div id="result_box" dir="ltr"&gt;I'm so clever, I'm just so clever!&lt;br /&gt;Can you mmagine that I have been out taking a Sunday-walk. Walked down to mum and dad to have dinner, and afterwards I went to the solarium. By the way, I found some photos on my mums phone. I used it a while ago, when I found this picture, I really wanted to go back to the Canary Islands (Gran Canaria), and not sit in this cold shithole called Norway, placed inside a box to get some tan;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9j-7gTLUwqw/SXOXkW9N_ZI/AAAAAAAAATc/fobPpG16kmY/s1600-h/Carina+syden.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9j-7gTLUwqw/SXOXkW9N_ZI/AAAAAAAAATc/fobPpG16kmY/s400/Carina+syden.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292740637983899026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did get some colour . Kind of red! Ok, really red! Not burned, only red! Although it is winter and everyone think you should be pale, I must say that it is insanely good to get light and heat in a frozenass as I am. And even if it costs a little to use the solarium, it's certainly worth it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walked over to Trudys afterwards, smoked one cigarette(no, i'm not quiting yet!!!), got forced on this neon-yellow signalwest and walked back home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Atleast I came home safely. Breathed heavily when I finally got to my house, but so proud to walk all the way up without stopping.&lt;br /&gt;Jumped in the shower, a cold one, and now I am sitting here in my white clothes and admires what's going to be a nice tan, and I'm pretty happy with this day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now i'm having a little TV time. Maybe some food (if I bother) and eventually jump into my bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh by the way, how cute am I with this mustach huh? Look  like Hulk Hogan for some reason *lol *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9j-7gTLUwqw/SXOYoQiMjRI/AAAAAAAAATk/RbVX0_M6VuA/s1600-h/Bilde%2825%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 288px; height: 352px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9j-7gTLUwqw/SXOYoQiMjRI/AAAAAAAAATk/RbVX0_M6VuA/s400/Bilde%2825%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292741804491050258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Have a nice evening!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2620377612233433631-7384997659411920655?l=missingfrecklesinenglishplease.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missingfrecklesinenglishplease.blogspot.com/feeds/7384997659411920655/comments/default' title='Legg inn kommentarer'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://missingfrecklesinenglishplease.blogspot.com/2009/01/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2620377612233433631/posts/default/7384997659411920655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2620377612233433631/posts/default/7384997659411920655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missingfrecklesinenglishplease.blogspot.com/2009/01/blog-post.html' title='...'/><author><name>Carina Isabell</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9j-7gTLUwqw/SXOXkW9N_ZI/AAAAAAAAATc/fobPpG16kmY/s72-c/Carina+syden.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2620377612233433631.post-1819160537518112620</id><published>2009-01-18T23:53:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-01-18T15:08:07.908+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><title type='text'>Bla bla bla...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9j-7gTLUwqw/SXMiogQEXoI/AAAAAAAAATU/8CzfjnBJH90/s1600-h/DSC00020.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 237px; height: 316px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9j-7gTLUwqw/SXMiogQEXoI/AAAAAAAAATU/8CzfjnBJH90/s400/DSC00020.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292612066337906306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was just a frustrating and a horrible day!&lt;br /&gt;Had the worst hangover, and the fact that I don't have any life in an age of 25 made everything even worse!&lt;br /&gt;I was supposed to be in a different place last night, but faith apparently want it differently (again)... And considering how quiet it's been since Friday, yeah... I've taken the hint!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I guess it's time for me to get up from my cozy and lovely bed. Two o'clock in the day, and i'm lovin it! Don't want to, but have to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going for a long walk, need to clear and sort out my mind, and todays gift for myself is a session in the tanningstudio.. Need to warm up this frozen body;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;My music for the week: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;Britney Spears - Womanizer&lt;br /&gt;Beyonce -  If I were a boy&lt;br /&gt;Christina Aguilera - The voice within&lt;br /&gt;Keith Urban - I can't stop loving you&lt;br /&gt;Madonna &amp;amp; Justin - 4 minutes&lt;br /&gt;Nelly &amp;amp; Fergie - Party People&lt;br /&gt;Westlife - Unbreakable&lt;br /&gt;Michel Bublé - Home&lt;br /&gt;Leona Lewis - Run&lt;br /&gt;All 4 one - I swear&lt;br /&gt;Sarah mcLachlan - Song for a winters night&lt;br /&gt;Ron Pope -  A drop in the ocean&lt;br /&gt;This World Fair - Don't make me wait&lt;br /&gt;Beyonce - Single ladies&lt;br /&gt;Ne-Yo - Don't remember&lt;br /&gt;Beyonce - Radio&lt;br /&gt;Sugababes - Can we call a truce&lt;br /&gt;Ane Brun - The treehouse song&lt;br /&gt;Britney Spears - Cirucs&lt;br /&gt;Britney Spears - Out from under&lt;br /&gt;Britney Spears - Unusual you&lt;br /&gt;Britney Spears  - My baby&lt;br /&gt;Briitney Spears - Phonography&lt;br /&gt;Britney Spears - Amnesia&lt;br /&gt;Britney Spears - I'm a slave 4 u&lt;br /&gt;Britney feat Pharrell - Boys&lt;br /&gt;David J. Ford -  I don't care&lt;br /&gt;David Ford - Song for the road&lt;br /&gt;David Gray - Destroyer&lt;br /&gt;David Gray - Alibi&lt;br /&gt;David Gray - This years love&lt;br /&gt;David Gray - Be mine&lt;br /&gt;Beyonce - Halo&lt;br /&gt;Beyonce - Broken-hearted girl&lt;br /&gt;Fall out boy - Golden&lt;br /&gt;Five for fighting - If God made you&lt;br /&gt;Gabriella Cilmi - Einstein&lt;br /&gt;Way out west - Don't forget me&lt;br /&gt;Ane Brun - The fall&lt;br /&gt;Ane Brun - The puzzle&lt;br /&gt;Five for fighting - 100 years&lt;br /&gt;Gabriella Cilmi - Sweet about me&lt;br /&gt;Leona Lewis - Homeless&lt;br /&gt;Madcon - Liar&lt;br /&gt;Madcon - Waitin' on you&lt;br /&gt;Maria Mena - On your side&lt;br /&gt;Maroon 5 - Better that we break&lt;br /&gt;Maroon 5 - Won't go home&lt;br /&gt;Maroon 5 - Goodnight goodnight&lt;br /&gt;Leona Lewis - A moment like this&lt;br /&gt;Muse - Unintended&lt;br /&gt;Maria Mena - Eye Sore&lt;br /&gt;Muse - Starlight&lt;br /&gt;Maroon 5 - Back at your door&lt;br /&gt;Natasha Bedingfield - Angel&lt;br /&gt;Natasha Bedingfield - Soulmate&lt;br /&gt;Maroon 5 - Nothing lasts forever&lt;br /&gt;Rihanna - Cry&lt;br /&gt;Maria Mena - Where were you&lt;br /&gt;Rihanna - Boom boom&lt;br /&gt;Leona Lewis - Footprints in the sand&lt;br /&gt;Ryan Cabrera - In between lights&lt;br /&gt;Ryan Cabrera - Rise&lt;br /&gt;Ryan Cabrera - I will remember you&lt;br /&gt;Maria Mena - I'm in love&lt;br /&gt;Leona Lewis - Here I am&lt;br /&gt;Leona Lewis - The first time ever I saw your face&lt;br /&gt;Leona Lewis - Angel&lt;br /&gt;Leona Lewis - I will be&lt;br /&gt;Leeona Lewis - Yesterday&lt;br /&gt;Sarah McLachlan - River&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;Christina Milian - Us against the world &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2620377612233433631-1819160537518112620?l=missingfrecklesinenglishplease.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missingfrecklesinenglishplease.blogspot.com/feeds/1819160537518112620/comments/default' title='Legg inn kommentarer'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://missingfrecklesinenglishplease.blogspot.com/2009/01/supercaisa-ut-p-tur.html#comment-form' title='4 Kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2620377612233433631/posts/default/1819160537518112620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2620377612233433631/posts/default/1819160537518112620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missingfrecklesinenglishplease.blogspot.com/2009/01/supercaisa-ut-p-tur.html' title='Bla bla bla...'/><author><name>Carina Isabell</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9j-7gTLUwqw/SXMiogQEXoI/AAAAAAAAATU/8CzfjnBJH90/s72-c/DSC00020.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2620377612233433631.post-663795815889001754</id><published>2009-01-17T15:24:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-01-17T16:44:09.193+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hangover'/><title type='text'>Hangover de lux!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Carousel  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a small creature, poor and shivering, laying on a carousel aka the couch.&lt;br /&gt;Every slight movement sends dizzying waves through her body. She feels that the carousel never stops.&lt;br /&gt;What happened last night?&lt;br /&gt;One glass, then two and three, then a bottle and another half one after that. Apparently she's drinking to forget.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But you do not forget.&lt;br /&gt;It only make it worse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Around and around. Difficult to focus. Chaos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; Gods joke&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;The doorbell rings! Tension when she opens the door.&lt;br /&gt;There's an abstinent woman giving her a caring look. She is sent to save everyone within miles.&lt;br /&gt;Is this a joke?&lt;br /&gt;Does God sit and laugh at this little creature, and her miserable capabilities to not knowing the limits of drinking?&lt;br /&gt;This is really not the day to be friendly and welcoming. She grasps the brochure, sends a miserable smile to the savior and closes the door with a bang.&lt;br /&gt;The road back to the carousel is long, but one way or another, she crawls along the floor and gets in the carousel again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Parents are back  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They finally came back, and she's greeted with a hug and laugh. What sight she must be. Is this the way they thought she would be when she came to the world so gleefully and good?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt; She is getting a strawberry flavored icecream, with sprinkle on.  &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt; She feels a little better.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Longing  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now she want to go home, lie down in her bed and pull her duvet well over the head.&lt;br /&gt;There, she will be in two days, only to return to the same old on Monday.&lt;br /&gt;She wants something to happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; Drastic    -   Spontaneously   -    Pulsating&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Longing II&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; She should've been on a bus now. She wouldn't have drunken herself senseless. She would have had something to rejoice when the evening came, and she would've used her energy to other things than to try to gather together the pieces that feels so disseminated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her joy is quiet, and if she hear from it soon, all she want is good words.&lt;br /&gt;Because she can't take it much longer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is tired. She is irritated. She has a hangover.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And she has lost her mind...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2620377612233433631-663795815889001754?l=missingfrecklesinenglishplease.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missingfrecklesinenglishplease.blogspot.com/feeds/663795815889001754/comments/default' title='Legg inn kommentarer'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://missingfrecklesinenglishplease.blogspot.com/2009/01/hangover-de-lux.html#comment-form' title='0 Kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2620377612233433631/posts/default/663795815889001754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2620377612233433631/posts/default/663795815889001754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missingfrecklesinenglishplease.blogspot.com/2009/01/hangover-de-lux.html' title='Hangover de lux!'/><author><name>Carina Isabell</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2620377612233433631.post-7759331214536822070</id><published>2009-01-16T16:03:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-01-17T16:45:26.407+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sorrow'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rest in peace'/><title type='text'>Rest in peace, my dear uncle!</title><content type='html'>&lt;table id="texttable"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr valign="top"&gt;&lt;td class="almost_half_cell"&gt;&lt;div id="result_box" dir="ltr"&gt;Today it is a rather sad post I will be blogging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was informed by my mother today that my uncle went to the hospital late night till Thursday, and died a few hours afterwards.&lt;br /&gt;I didn't see it when I came to my parents this morning, but I should have reacted when I'm looking back.&lt;br /&gt;I understood when my Mom asked Dad if he had got hold of my aunt and cousins.&lt;br /&gt;A question comes up, and that is what has happened now? Is there someone who has died?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom gives me the answer I fear most, and I feel my heart tap hard .. Tears pushing themselves forward, and everything just flying around in my head. I get a lump in the throat, which is still here. I can't look over to my dad, who I know has lost a big brother. The first of the siblings herd is gone, and I'm afraid of how long it is until the next time.&lt;br /&gt;My biggest fear is to lose someone in my family or nearest circuit. That is why I do not want to move on in my life. That is why I want everything to stand still. I do not want to be older. I do not want my aunts, uncles, parents and grandparents to be older. I want to stop everything, and know that I have everyone I love around me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In recent years, I have not had very much contact with my uncle because of various circumstances. But now I am sitting here and wish I had taken the phone the last time he called.&lt;br /&gt;Memories of Uncle has appeared throughout the day, and one of the best is when he came to visit us when I was little. How was it possible for a man to pack in a full plate of waffles with jam, in one piece??? Okei, he is from the North of Norway and they can be big-mouthed, but 4-5 waffelhearts at once is much for a little girl eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And every New Year's Eve he would call me to congratulate me with my birthdayday, only to ask when I, his "little sweetie",  would marry him. So clearly this was just him joking around, but now I wish he had called on my last birthday ... Just to get the question again ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I didn't grow up so fast, and also appreciated each call I got. I guess that these thoughts come and you wish you could change everything when you experience a death in your immediate family, but instead of just wish that things could be different, I would rather try to learn from it, and remember the others I may not be so much in touch with today. At least they would know that I care about them, and I remember them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will always remember you as the good man you were when I was little uncle, waffle cakes, and that I was the one you would marry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you uncle, and I hope you're comfortable where you are now. You were tired, I know that now, but I hope you have a nice time up there with 'grandfather', 'grandmother' and Morten. Give them all a hug from me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, before I'm drowning my pillow in tears, and awaken the neighbors with my crying, then know that you will never be forgotten!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rest in peace, uncle!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2620377612233433631-7759331214536822070?l=missingfrecklesinenglishplease.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missingfrecklesinenglishplease.blogspot.com/feeds/7759331214536822070/comments/default' title='Legg inn kommentarer'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://missingfrecklesinenglishplease.blogspot.com/2009/01/rest-in-peace-my-dear-uncle.html#comment-form' title='0 Kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2620377612233433631/posts/default/7759331214536822070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2620377612233433631/posts/default/7759331214536822070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missingfrecklesinenglishplease.blogspot.com/2009/01/rest-in-peace-my-dear-uncle.html' title='Rest in peace, my dear uncle!'/><author><name>Carina Isabell</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2620377612233433631.post-2806231107075644751</id><published>2009-01-11T16:20:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-01-17T16:46:55.135+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weekend'/><title type='text'>A perfect day &lt;3</title><content type='html'>Today has been such an incredibly wonderful day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dear little princess came with brownies and an 'I Love You'-cup of milk in the bed today. There we were, and enjoying cake, milk and film. We goofed around, laughed and just enjoyed a quiet morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got up, got into the living room, sat on a film about Cinderella, and I made weaves throughout her hair, just like the hip-hop girl in "AF1" on Nrk. For my princess is no longer a princess. Now it's hip-hop that counts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got help in the kitchen too. She calls herself "Mini-chef" now, and she was very proud to have made sauce and pasta coils. She even ate all the vegetables, and that I'm not used to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The whole day has slid easily, and it is so wonderful to have these days.&lt;br /&gt;Zero stress, just enjoy and fun, and a hip-hop daughter who is the world's most beautiful girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wish you all a good Sunday, and I hope more such days will come!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2620377612233433631-2806231107075644751?l=missingfrecklesinenglishplease.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missingfrecklesinenglishplease.blogspot.com/feeds/2806231107075644751/comments/default' title='Legg inn kommentarer'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://missingfrecklesinenglishplease.blogspot.com/2009/01/perfect-day-3.html#comment-form' title='0 Kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2620377612233433631/posts/default/2806231107075644751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2620377612233433631/posts/default/2806231107075644751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missingfrecklesinenglishplease.blogspot.com/2009/01/perfect-day-3.html' title='A perfect day &lt;3'/><author><name>Carina Isabell</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2620377612233433631.post-7514403715501427349</id><published>2009-01-01T16:31:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-01-17T17:20:56.751+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='me me me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happy new year'/><title type='text'>Happy birthday to me &lt;3</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://uwstopia.nl/files/2008/01/25-cake.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 258px; height: 308px;" src="http://uwstopia.nl/files/2008/01/25-cake.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;" id="result_box" dir="ltr"&gt;Yeah, now I've turned 25, and it's actually that bad. This morning I started thinking that now I do not have to show my id  unsolicited at the shops buying cigarettes and alcohol.  But you will see that now they wont ask me anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had a quiet celebration yesterday, and it was so good waking up sober, without any form of hangover. There will probably be a gathering with my family today, and otherwise we're taking rest of the day off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope you all have had a quiet start to the beginning of the new year!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still happy new year to you all! &lt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2620377612233433631-7514403715501427349?l=missingfrecklesinenglishplease.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missingfrecklesinenglishplease.blogspot.com/feeds/7514403715501427349/comments/default' title='Legg inn kommentarer'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://missingfrecklesinenglishplease.blogspot.com/2009/01/happy-birthday-to-me-3.html#comment-form' title='0 Kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2620377612233433631/posts/default/7514403715501427349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2620377612233433631/posts/default/7514403715501427349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missingfrecklesinenglishplease.blogspot.com/2009/01/happy-birthday-to-me-3.html' title='Happy birthday to me &lt;3'/><author><name>Carina Isabell</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2620377612233433631.post-4598426598858309585</id><published>2008-07-31T17:21:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2009-01-17T17:29:12.744+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='festival'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Party'/><title type='text'>Storåsfestivalen, here I come! :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_9j-7gTLUwqw/SJImveeBMAI/AAAAAAAAAGw/7uNRmz9WRvs/s400/Storaasfest_08.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 113px;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_9j-7gTLUwqw/SJImveeBMAI/AAAAAAAAAGw/7uNRmz9WRvs/s400/Storaasfest_08.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After much back and forward, I finally managed and decided to go to &lt;a href="http://www.storaasfestivalen.no/"&gt;Storåsfestivalen&lt;/a&gt;. There was much back and forth, butterflies in the stomach and a lump in the throat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Earlier today, I had to admit that I might,  for the fifth time, not be able to go there because of various circumstances, but by eightish tonight my grief turned to joy, and I now have 1000 butterflies in my stomach. I'm so happy that I'm finally going!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although it is only from Friday to Saturday, I'm 'over excited' to be going there! I'm planning it better for next year, and then I will experience the whole festival!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If anyone else is going, send me a txt;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2620377612233433631-4598426598858309585?l=missingfrecklesinenglishplease.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missingfrecklesinenglishplease.blogspot.com/feeds/4598426598858309585/comments/default' title='Legg inn kommentarer'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://missingfrecklesinenglishplease.blogspot.com/2009/01/storsfestivalen-here-i-come.html#comment-form' title='0 Kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2620377612233433631/posts/default/4598426598858309585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2620377612233433631/posts/default/4598426598858309585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missingfrecklesinenglishplease.blogspot.com/2009/01/storsfestivalen-here-i-come.html' title='Storåsfestivalen, here I come! :)'/><author><name>Carina Isabell</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_9j-7gTLUwqw/SJImveeBMAI/AAAAAAAAAGw/7uNRmz9WRvs/s72-c/Storaasfest_08.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2620377612233433631.post-3561124994851429384</id><published>2008-07-16T18:09:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2009-01-17T18:22:12.465+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='humor'/><title type='text'>I'm booooored!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_9j-7gTLUwqw/SH5voSjvrhI/AAAAAAAAADs/jJ07_n_PAHk/s320/HF_Bored.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 235px;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_9j-7gTLUwqw/SH5voSjvrhI/AAAAAAAAADs/jJ07_n_PAHk/s320/HF_Bored.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been staring on this little screen in front of me for about an hour now... Could have been sensible and gone to bed a long time ago, but am I reasonable??? Neh .. Why? Now I get the opportunity to be overtired when I get up in the morning. Or annoy me green over the damn alarm on the phone that rings every 9 minutes .. No, I haveto sit up and surf the net ... It's seem to be all happening here...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Found a lot of things...&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_9j-7gTLUwqw/SH5tW1efKVI/AAAAAAAAADk/ltk708vW88c/s320/01-bored.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 288px;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_9j-7gTLUwqw/SH5tW1efKVI/AAAAAAAAADk/ltk708vW88c/s320/01-bored.png" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miss having someone here who can keep me company .. Maybe not when I sit in the loo, but it sure would be good to have someone to talk to in the evening/night ... You who I chat with online, god bless you, that you hold out with me .. But I also need eye to eye-contact... And yes, I know we can see each other on the cam, but not quite what I want then;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if there are any out there for me... Yes, I know there are many fish in the sea, and trees in the forest, and that there are one million men in the world ... But is there really someone for me??? Questionable ... * hmpf *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_9j-7gTLUwqw/SH51oI_7JVI/AAAAAAAAAEs/A2louYNcx8A/s200/evolution-white.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 278px; height: 150px;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_9j-7gTLUwqw/SH51oI_7JVI/AAAAAAAAAEs/A2louYNcx8A/s200/evolution-white.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over to other findings for the day:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cool Monkey! ----&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_9j-7gTLUwqw/SH5v497DXeI/AAAAAAAAAD0/mVrU1a3OdxY/s320/funny-pictures40.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 182px; height: 182px;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_9j-7gTLUwqw/SH5v497DXeI/AAAAAAAAAD0/mVrU1a3OdxY/s320/funny-pictures40.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;No, I will not spank you!&lt;br /&gt;But could send a monkey to do it for me;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I am sitting here, then, the mouse is almost dead (out of battery, poor !)... Thus, the wireless;)&lt;br /&gt;Listening to the album to Madcon .. The idea of walking the poor, all 5 steps, to my bed begin to be more tempting.. Maybe I should just take a book, and actually do something more sensible than to sit here ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_9j-7gTLUwqw/SH5xgzWCDyI/AAAAAAAAAEE/ClE9oZQPhTI/s320/boredtodeath.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 266px;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_9j-7gTLUwqw/SH5xgzWCDyI/AAAAAAAAAEE/ClE9oZQPhTI/s320/boredtodeath.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think I'll do that .. If you actually have used the time to read, you have a good night, and if you do not have anything to do .... It is a very nice picture to sit and stare at for an hour or two over here;) * I promise you dissiness *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As to the girls:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_9j-7gTLUwqw/SH5yHgSWT5I/AAAAAAAAAEU/JbUfBZeuMio/s320/wonderfulnpretty7cq.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_9j-7gTLUwqw/SH5yHgSWT5I/AAAAAAAAAEU/JbUfBZeuMio/s320/wonderfulnpretty7cq.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And for the boys:&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_9j-7gTLUwqw/SH5ynPAFlFI/AAAAAAAAAEc/nao0Y-Pule0/s320/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 137px; height: 103px;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_9j-7gTLUwqw/SH5ynPAFlFI/AAAAAAAAAEc/nao0Y-Pule0/s320/images.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2620377612233433631-3561124994851429384?l=missingfrecklesinenglishplease.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missingfrecklesinenglishplease.blogspot.com/feeds/3561124994851429384/comments/default' title='Legg inn kommentarer'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://missingfrecklesinenglishplease.blogspot.com/2008/07/im-booooored.html#comment-form' title='0 Kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2620377612233433631/posts/default/3561124994851429384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2620377612233433631/posts/default/3561124994851429384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missingfrecklesinenglishplease.blogspot.com/2008/07/im-booooored.html' title='I&apos;m booooored!'/><author><name>Carina Isabell</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_9j-7gTLUwqw/SH5voSjvrhI/AAAAAAAAADs/jJ07_n_PAHk/s72-c/HF_Bored.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2620377612233433631.post-4519337412816419640</id><published>2008-07-16T18:04:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2009-01-17T18:08:19.779+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_9j-7gTLUwqw/SH00Xes11II/AAAAAAAAABk/QfYaT2aq6Do/s320/hug.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 254px; height: 320px;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_9j-7gTLUwqw/SH00Xes11II/AAAAAAAAABk/QfYaT2aq6Do/s320/hug.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm now talking with the beautiful Christine Kybele, and I really hope that we get to meet now in October! Now that we plan it so well in advance, then we might make it happen!&lt;br /&gt;This will be great! ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really looking forward to having you here!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2620377612233433631-4519337412816419640?l=missingfrecklesinenglishplease.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missingfrecklesinenglishplease.blogspot.com/feeds/4519337412816419640/comments/default' title='Legg inn kommentarer'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://missingfrecklesinenglishplease.blogspot.com/2008/07/im-now-talking-with-beautiful-christine.html#comment-form' title='0 Kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2620377612233433631/posts/default/4519337412816419640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2620377612233433631/posts/default/4519337412816419640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missingfrecklesinenglishplease.blogspot.com/2008/07/im-now-talking-with-beautiful-christine.html' title=''/><author><name>Carina Isabell</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_9j-7gTLUwqw/SH00Xes11II/AAAAAAAAABk/QfYaT2aq6Do/s72-c/hug.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2620377612233433631.post-8306076773859579427</id><published>2008-07-16T18:00:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2009-01-17T18:04:57.777+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='youtube'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='best friend'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_9j-7gTLUwqw/SH0koe73XKI/AAAAAAAAAA8/spu05rn0An4/s320/DSC00518_copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 141px; height: 188px;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_9j-7gTLUwqw/SH0koe73XKI/AAAAAAAAAA8/spu05rn0An4/s320/DSC00518_copy.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I suddenly got a message from the beautiful Lena that I had to check a link she had sent me. I went away to my computer, and wondered what she had found at this time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Within a minute had elapsed, I am sitting here with tears in my eyes ...&lt;br /&gt;I'm so incredibly fond of this girl here !!!----&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for being you , Lena! You know how to cheer me up in this grey days! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* luff ju *&lt;object width="390" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/uwl-kab0FO4&amp;amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/uwl-kab0FO4&amp;amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="390" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2620377612233433631-8306076773859579427?l=missingfrecklesinenglishplease.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missingfrecklesinenglishplease.blogspot.com/feeds/8306076773859579427/comments/default' title='Legg inn kommentarer'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://missingfrecklesinenglishplease.blogspot.com/2009/01/thank-you-for-being-you-lena-you-know.html#comment-form' title='0 Kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2620377612233433631/posts/default/8306076773859579427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2620377612233433631/posts/default/8306076773859579427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missingfrecklesinenglishplease.blogspot.com/2009/01/thank-you-for-being-you-lena-you-know.html' title=''/><author><name>Carina Isabell</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_9j-7gTLUwqw/SH0koe73XKI/AAAAAAAAAA8/spu05rn0An4/s72-c/DSC00518_copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2620377612233433631.post-6457678301412821024</id><published>2008-07-15T17:52:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2009-01-17T18:00:10.485+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>A is for age: Twenty-freekin'-four years&lt;br /&gt;B is for booze: Give me Bacardi Razz and Sprite, and I promise you a party you'll never forget;)&lt;br /&gt;C is for career:Does the 10 years as a maid in the family business count?&lt;br /&gt;D is for dad's name: He is the toughest of the Norse gods! ;) &lt;br /&gt;E is for energy level: Neither good or bad, but nothing that Levaxin can not fix;) &lt;br /&gt;F is for fair skin: But, of course;) &lt;br /&gt;G is for girlfriend: Camilla and Lena are my dolls&lt;br /&gt;H is for home town: Trondheim, but resident at the countryside now .. &lt;br /&gt;I is for instruments you play: Baritone (do not ask!), And children songs on piano. &lt;br /&gt;J is for jam or jelly you like: Newly made jam of summer delicious strawberries. &lt;br /&gt;K is for kissing: And kissing is fun;) &lt;br /&gt;L is for living arrangements: In a cold apartment that I've learned to love. &lt;br /&gt;M is for mom's name: An angel with a very beautiful name. &lt;br /&gt;N is the name of your best friend: Camilla and Lena! &lt;br /&gt;O is for overnight hospital stays: When I was born, when I was 14, 19, 23 and 24 years. &lt;br /&gt;P is for Phobia [s]: Worms-phobia. &lt;br /&gt;Q is for quote you like: "I want to wait to have sex until I'm married." - Britney Spears &lt;br /&gt;R is for relationships without sex: Back in the early days! * lol * &lt;br /&gt;S is for sound right now: Gatas Parlament - Counter Strike &lt;br /&gt;T is for time you wake up: Thas sometime between 6 and 12 : P &lt;br /&gt;U is for university degree: I hope will get it sometime in the future! &lt;br /&gt;V is for vegetable you love: All that grows in the garden, with few exceptions. &lt;br /&gt;W is for worst Trait: Not very accurate of me .. But try to do my best then;) &lt;br /&gt;X is for x-rays you've had: 1 &lt;br /&gt;Y is for yummy food you make: Pork Fillet with rosé pepper sauce and tagliatelle. &lt;br /&gt;Z is for zodiac sign: Capricorn.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2620377612233433631-6457678301412821024?l=missingfrecklesinenglishplease.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missingfrecklesinenglishplease.blogspot.com/feeds/6457678301412821024/comments/default' title='Legg inn kommentarer'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://missingfrecklesinenglishplease.blogspot.com/2008/07/is-for-age-twenty-freekin-four-years-b.html#comment-form' title='0 Kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2620377612233433631/posts/default/6457678301412821024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2620377612233433631/posts/default/6457678301412821024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missingfrecklesinenglishplease.blogspot.com/2008/07/is-for-age-twenty-freekin-four-years-b.html' title=''/><author><name>Carina Isabell</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2620377612233433631.post-78654602643269521</id><published>2008-07-06T09:38:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2009-01-17T17:38:07.625+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Summervacation &lt;3</title><content type='html'>Then it's Sunday, and I enjoy my childfree weekend to the fullest. The summer is great, and I have finally relaxed totally! Can not remember the last time I slept until nine o'clock in the evening! : D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been so incredibly nice to do nothing! Actually much I would have done. Paint, cleaning, you name it. But for once, I have chosen to do nothing! Feels a little like the time you were a toddler and the only concern you had was whether they had money to buy ice cream.&lt;br /&gt;Just hanging around, lay on the beach all day long, be able to sleep as long as you wanted and just enjoying the summer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, after a day of zero concerns, sleeping, chilling on the couch with pizza and television, I will now go to bed, so maybe I get something done tomorrow instead. But first I'll sleep loooong ... :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good night everyone! * murmurs on a summersong, while I'm off to bed *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.deepfrost.no/downloads/nrkmp3/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2620377612233433631-78654602643269521?l=missingfrecklesinenglishplease.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missingfrecklesinenglishplease.blogspot.com/feeds/78654602643269521/comments/default' title='Legg inn kommentarer'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://missingfrecklesinenglishplease.blogspot.com/2009/01/summervacation-3.html#comment-form' title='0 Kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2620377612233433631/posts/default/78654602643269521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2620377612233433631/posts/default/78654602643269521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missingfrecklesinenglishplease.blogspot.com/2009/01/summervacation-3.html' title='Summervacation &lt;3'/><author><name>Carina Isabell</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2620377612233433631.post-8630789633933102125</id><published>2008-06-26T17:08:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2009-01-17T17:19:12.098+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the princess'/><title type='text'>The princess' 5th birthday &lt;3</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9j-7gTLUwqw/SK97Cx_2RpI/AAAAAAAAALY/kOOI-s8fo4g/s200/DSC00050.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9j-7gTLUwqw/SK97Cx_2RpI/AAAAAAAAALY/kOOI-s8fo4g/s200/DSC00050.JPG" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is my daughters birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's turning 5, and she is brilliant pleased to be older!&lt;br /&gt;She's mostly looking forward to lose her teeth ..!&lt;br /&gt;And she's so proud to finally be able to write all the letters in the alphabet ..&lt;br /&gt;I think it came during the night, because all 5-year olds MUST know these things.&lt;br /&gt;So, I've been awake since 6 this morning, only to finish the muffins and the chocolate cake ... The cream cake is final in the refrigerator. Next year I've promised myself to bake everything the day before, and not to buy large packages that takes several hours to put together.&lt;br /&gt;Well well, need to put myself in action again, and finish cleaning the house, the cakes and get everything ready for the big familyinvasion.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9j-7gTLUwqw/SK97gNJuQTI/AAAAAAAAALo/_8OrqseWwGU/s200/DSC00045.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9j-7gTLUwqw/SK97gNJuQTI/AAAAAAAAALo/_8OrqseWwGU/s200/DSC00045.JPG" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2620377612233433631-8630789633933102125?l=missingfrecklesinenglishplease.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missingfrecklesinenglishplease.blogspot.com/feeds/8630789633933102125/comments/default' title='Legg inn kommentarer'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://missingfrecklesinenglishplease.blogspot.com/2008/06/princess-5th-birthday-3.html#comment-form' title='0 Kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2620377612233433631/posts/default/8630789633933102125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2620377612233433631/posts/default/8630789633933102125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missingfrecklesinenglishplease.blogspot.com/2008/06/princess-5th-birthday-3.html' title='The princess&apos; 5th birthday &lt;3'/><author><name>Carina Isabell</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9j-7gTLUwqw/SK97Cx_2RpI/AAAAAAAAALY/kOOI-s8fo4g/s72-c/DSC00050.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
