Om å feste som om det var 2007

I går hadde vi fest med jobben. Siden arbeidsplassen min er såpass stor hadde noen bestemt seg for å ha en litt mindre fest for oss som jobber tettest sammen. Og det virket som det var mange som syntes det var en god idé. Som regel er det ganske dårlig oppslutning av de jeg jobber med til daglig på julebordene våre, nettopp på grunn av at det blir så mange av de vi ikke jobber med. Så da ble idéen om et nyttårsbord født, og i går fikk vi endelig samlet folk til fest.

Da jeg begynte på jobb etter permisjonen var det noen som nevnte festen.
“Å, fest? Hvilken fest er det?” spurte jeg interessert.
Kollegaen min visste heller ikke så mye, men svarte: “Det er nyttårsfest, den 4. februar.”
“Har vi fått mail om det?” spurte jeg mens jeg stressa sjekka kalenderen om jeg var ledig.
“Ja, men det er kanskje noen uker siden. Du kan jo høre med sjefen, for hun er med i festkomitéen.”
Og da begynte det å demre for meg. Jeg hadde jo sagt at jeg skulle være med i den komitéen!

Så sånn gikk det til at jeg var med å arrangerte fest i går. Det var mye jobb med å bære all drikken og sette opp alt til folkene skulle komme, men det var kjempegod mat (tapas) og superhyggelige folk. Vi hadde quiz og dans, og selv studentene som hadde fest like ved kom til oss for å danse. Men det aller beste er så klart det å kunne snakke med kollegaer om andre ting enn syke dyr, og bli ordentlig kjent med de.

Og med det ble jeg invitert med på tur med danskebåten i mars. Jeg har ikke offisielt sagt ja ennå, men jeg har kjempelyst, og jeg tror jeg kan ta meg råd til det.

Jeg endte også opp med å snakke mest engelsk etter middagen. Det var tre britiske mennesker som dessverre måtte høre på min gebrokne norsk-amerikansk-engelsk. But let me tell you, it was fun! Jeg visste ikke om jeg skulle drikke alkohol, og vi skulle egentlig ta med oss drikke til etterpå, men under middagen tok jeg et glass vin, og utpå kvelden var det ennå masse vin igjen, så da ble det et par, tre, fire, kanskje fem glass til. Ooops. Har ikke drukket så mye siden 2007. Men moro var det :) Jeg er så glad i kollegaene mine! :love:

Syt og klaging

Nå er jeg lei.

Jeg har vært snørrete i en måned nå, og det er så utrolig slitsomt. Så er jeg lei av at jeg føler at jeg ikke strekker til, jeg får liksom ikke gjort halvparten av det jeg skulle ha gjort om dagene, og jeg er så sliten at jeg legger meg altfor tidlig, og dermed får gjort enda mindre.

I morgen skal vi ha fest på jobben. Jeg er med i festkomiteen, men jeg føler at jeg ikke har gjort noe som helst, utenom å være med på møter og synset litt om ting og tang. Festen gleder jeg meg masse til, men det hadde også vært deilig å bare dratt hjem og lagt seg ;) Jeg har blitt gammel, altså.

Vent, kan jeg syte om én ting til? Ja? Jeg er lei av at hjernen min er helt grøtete og at jeg ikke husker ting som har skjedd eller filmer jeg har sett eller jobbting jeg husket før jeg ble mamma.

Ok, that’s all. Jeg lover.

Bursdagsfest

I dag hadde vi en liten bursdagsfest for Emeline. Vi hadde invitert fem barn på Emelines alder, men to av de var syke, så vi ble ikke så mange, men det var kanskje like greit.

Jeg hadde ikke tenkt å ha noen stor oppdekking eller veldig fancy mat, pluss at jeg ville servere noe som barna kunne spise selv, og ønsket ikke å ha noen sukkerbomber. Så det ble boller, som egentlig skulle være babyboller, men de hevde som bare det (selv om jeg hadde hatt for lite gjær i ved en feiltakelse), Bokstavkjeks, delte, steinfrie druer, bananbiter og oppskåret appelsin. Tvillingene stappet i seg boller til den store gullmedaljen, Emeline spiste 1/3 av alle druene og yngstejenta likte best banan og Bokstavkjeks. Gøy at alle fant noe de likte.

Ellers lekte barna for det meste for seg selv. De er så søte, atte. Og Emmy ble til og med matet med druer av eldstemann.

Constitution Day 2009

We were at Søren and Dagfinn’s Eurovision Song Contest party on Saturday, and boy, people was screaming when the points for Norway came in. It was quite fun to watch, especially since one of the dancers is a vet student and I know who he is.

The next day is Constitution Day in Norway, so we had a breakfast at our place, and while Søren and Dagfinn went downtown for the madness, Fiancé and I took the dogs for a walk in the woods. We had (veggie) hotdogs and it was perfect.

Cursed.

Ah, screw that!

Yesterday was the strangest day I’ve ever experienced.

First it was McSweety who sent me text messages that was not suited for his relationship status. And I was trying so hard to be the good girl, but the wine was getting the best of me and I’m falling so helplessly for him.

Then it was Curly aka McSlutface. Rumour said that he was dating this girl, but whenever I asked about it, he just denied it, and now he almost didn’t wanna admit that there ever was a girl, but I was really happy for him (and this was way before I had a thing for McSweety) if it was true. So we had a little chat about this girl and he said they weren’t even talking anymore. And I told him about McSweety, and he said I should stay away from him and I said that it was all or nothing for me, which he agreed was the right thing. So later the usual thing happened: He made his move and I said no. And then I told him it was all or nothing, just for fun, but he didn’t get it. So he got quiet and then asked: “Do you really mean it?” And I said yes, and he said it freaked him a little bit out. So I just let him believe that I was serious and said that “Oh, well, then there’s nothing else to discuss..” and grabbed my bag to leave. We talked a little bit, but it didn’t lead anywhere, so I just went home.

On my way home I got messages from McSweety and I replied that we should stop cause it couldn’t end in anything good. And this is where he went from McSweety to McOhNoYouDidn’t. He replied that I probably was right, but he only said what he meant. And before I could answer I get this: “But you’re playing along..” Blah, guys can be so stupid.. And then yet another message came: “Good night anyway”. I just said I didn’t want to mess up his relationship and whatnot, so we should stop.

And then I get home and Curly calls me and wants to come over to talk. What the hell is wrong with this world? Throughout the night I was still in shock that the guy formerly known as McSweety had sent me those messages, and now Curly wanted to talk? Well, we did it quickly over the phone: I said no to everything he said. Haha.

So, I get up to my room and see that I have a message from a guy from school on facebook. He wanted me to come with him to Belgium. This is a guy I’ve spoken to.. Once or twice? Odd.

Then I wake up today and Curly calls and asked if I wanted to hang. So we did. And now I’m even more confused.

I hate this name curse!

You can stand under my umbrella

So. It’s hot. Way too hot to do anything but lie around and do nothing, or maybe swim in the ocean.

The summer job is okay. I don’t get to touch a lot of animals, but I certainly help and that, at least, feels good. It super stressful though, and one of my co-workers has started smoking just because of that..

Today is our Candidates Ball at school, and only four of us are going, but I’m gonna have fun. I predict that I’ll be drunk before we’ve finished the first course, puke in the bushes and fall asleep behind the barn. Or something like that.

I can’t write anything about my McDreamy, or the other nick we have on him, cause I’m afraid he’ll read this. Not that I think he does, but it’s complicated enough as it is. I’m unhappily happy and I dunno what to do with myself.

Only two weeks left!

I almost didn’t renew this site and I probably shouldn’t have as I’m hardly ever blogging anymore. I guess it’ll be down next year when I’ve noticed everyone who has my e-mail address.

I’m taking shifts at the clinic for the other students so that they can take my shifts when my exam is coming up, but I’m starting to get really tired as I have rotations at school too (only two weeks left now!). And with Aurora requiring attention it’s absolutely non stop action from 6AM to 9PM. And that’s why I had decided not to go to the russ party at school on Friday. That didn’t really go as planned, but at least I had fun. I got my ass kicked by a capoiera guy, sang “Say You’ll Be There” Spice Girl style, and had a beer fight with Curly.

This weekend Aurora and I have been to puppy training, and she’s dead tired. The good thing is that I can see some changes in her behavior :) Now I just need to keep on training her.

Facebook is taking over my life.

The Irish.

So this is what I’ve learned about the 16 visiting Irish: They are incredible good craic, but damn slow-moving. When we say we’re meeting somewhere they turn up 15 minutes to 3 hours later.. But it’s all good. I have five of them living at my place: Rose, Emerson, Zara, Lucy and Trish.

On Thursday, when they arrived, we took them to the quiz at our college, and my team, The Irish and Hanna from Norway, won! (The Irish being Emerson, Micheál, Jimmy and Rose.) After that we had lots of drinks at the bar, and I wore a leprechaun suit. I felt very beautiful.

The next day we had lunch at school, and party at my place later. Damn, those Irish know how to drink.. Went out on town where we danced on the table, and I had an on going conversation with Micheál about my name and what’s what in Norwegian and Irish. All I can remember is “eejit”.

Yesterday they went sightseeing, then we went ice skating and had hot chocolate before we headed back to Anne’s for The Incredibles. On the tram back to my place, there was a drunk girl who claimed to be half Irish and was talking shit to Zara, and she said the stupidest things (like that she was from Belfast, county Mhaigh Eo — which even I know is wrong), and when we all laughed, she called Emerson a cunt in Norwegian. Lovely, just lovely.

Today they’re going skiing, most of them for the first time, but I’m staying home to hopefully get some work done on the assignment that’s due in a month. I think we’re going out for a bite later.

For those of you who have had the pleasure to hear me speak English, you’ll know that I speak kind of American with a hint of a delightful Norwegian accent, but now I’ve developed a nice Irish accent instead. Sounds pretty fucked up, haha.

Bite, bit, bitten.

Today was another first: A dog bit me. It didn’t penetrate my skin though, so I’m all right, but it was a bit scary. Another assistant got bitten by a cat, so today was a good day at work :P I got Tuesdays and Thursdays evenings at the clinic now. I love working there! I wonder how I’ll ever cope with another job later on — nothing can measure up to this clinic. Right?

Ah, and you know that party I went to? I had fun, although I only knew like two guys there. The thing is: At about midnight someone was unfortunate enough to break a sliding glass door. I didn’t see it happen, and it was an accident, but the guy who lived there got super pissed and kicked us all out. I didn’t get to say goodbye to him. Was thinking I should wait a couple of days :weird:
Have gotten a reply from one of the dog owners, but I’m waiting to see if I hear something from the other owner first..

Dogging.

Yes, soon off to the party where I don’t know anybody and I feel that every girl there hate me, but damn, I’m gonna have fun!

I’ve worked every day of this week, 11-13 hours a day, except for Thursday, and today, where I “only” worked the normal hours. I’m still very suprised of how much fun I have with Curly — the best hours are when he’s there.. I see my “feelings” for him as an accident happening in slow motion. Maybe I’ll be lucky to stear away in the last minute. I’m glad nothing’s awkward between us at the moment, at least.

I’ve been looking at dogs lately, but I’m really nervous about getting one, and I don’t want to rush into something I don’t know if I can handle, but there was one that I showed Curly, and he thought that I should get her, so he grabbed my phone and dialed the number. I wish I was gutsy enough to make the call. At least I have the number now. I need to think this through. The feeling of not being able to take off whenever I feel like it is scary. And right now I work way too much to have a dogster waiting for me at home.