But don't you dare come here and threaten me! I am very aware that there is an awful war going on and we all wish it would end. But you are not going to help matters by blowing up my workplace!
And as for your daughter - I'm sure she would prefer to grow up with a father who has the brains to understand that this has to be solved in a peaceful manner. Not through more violence.
And if you for a second think any of us have any influence on the President, you need to think again.
You know better really.
Wednesday, 28 January 2009
Sunday, 25 January 2009
Back on Richie
What better way to spend a Sunday morning than riding Richie? It was in fact nearly a year since the last time I sat on him now I think - so it was about time.
I have to admit I wasn't quite sure what to expect, but to put it this way: I stayed on the water last night. I didn't want the odds to be too uneven.
But then it turned out I had nothing to worry about and it all went surprisingly well - expecially since I have hardly been riding lately. He was bit reluctant to play dressage of course, but then that was to be expected. All in all I was only subjected to a few half-hearted bucking attempts in the end.
The thing is though, if I know him right he will save his energy to when I start relaxing and get a bit careless -or have a killer hangover.
So looks like I'll have to schedule some quiet Saturdays in the next few weeks...
Trying to get out of it...
But I normally get my way in the end...
Thursday, 22 January 2009
Alternative Careers
Recent developments have led me to conclude that it is time to do something new. And yes, I know I've been talking about it for some time now, but now I think I have got the necessary kick up the backside. I'm not the most impulsive of people and normally need some time to get my head around all things new. When it comes to my job situation I suppose it could be argued that my head seems to be rather stuck though. But I am doing something about it now. Really!
So the question is: What next?!
There is the obvious journalism track of course. But considering I have already established several years ago that I don't thrive on running after fire engines, interviewing people with six toes on their left foot or celebrities about their preferred contraception method I have sort of put that on hold for now. Besides there's always the breeding website now keeping me writing more than enough. But until that makes me enough money to quit my day job, which most likely won't be soon, I've got to find something to live off.
If I could find a way of going back into horses that would make me a decent amount of money and not mean working 24/7 every day of the week I would of course do that in an instant. But then that is even more unlikely.
As for other talents I am quite efficient with a broom, I can easily talk for hours and I somehow seemed to have the ability to scare the living daylights out of my WP's back in the day. Well, the more useless ones anyway - the good ones didn't need scaring. So that could make me a pretty good....hmm, well witch I suppose. Not quite what I was thinking of. And I did spend one night in a burger van once. But let's forget about that.
Back in the summer I learnt that in my younger days I had in fact been only a phone call away from a career in breecher modeling. Ha, this is the girl who has always hated her legs and then it turns out they were actually considered suitable for showing off Pikeurs or Cavallos! Damn you Kevin for not picking up the phone! If I didn't consider it to be excruciatingly funny I think I might have never forgive you for that.
But dwelling on my lost leg modeling career anno 1999 isn't really going to get me anywhere. The real problem is that I don't really know what I want yet. All I know is that it is extremely unlikely to have anything to do with my legs...
So the question is: What next?!
There is the obvious journalism track of course. But considering I have already established several years ago that I don't thrive on running after fire engines, interviewing people with six toes on their left foot or celebrities about their preferred contraception method I have sort of put that on hold for now. Besides there's always the breeding website now keeping me writing more than enough. But until that makes me enough money to quit my day job, which most likely won't be soon, I've got to find something to live off.
If I could find a way of going back into horses that would make me a decent amount of money and not mean working 24/7 every day of the week I would of course do that in an instant. But then that is even more unlikely.
As for other talents I am quite efficient with a broom, I can easily talk for hours and I somehow seemed to have the ability to scare the living daylights out of my WP's back in the day. Well, the more useless ones anyway - the good ones didn't need scaring. So that could make me a pretty good....hmm, well witch I suppose. Not quite what I was thinking of. And I did spend one night in a burger van once. But let's forget about that.
Back in the summer I learnt that in my younger days I had in fact been only a phone call away from a career in breecher modeling. Ha, this is the girl who has always hated her legs and then it turns out they were actually considered suitable for showing off Pikeurs or Cavallos! Damn you Kevin for not picking up the phone! If I didn't consider it to be excruciatingly funny I think I might have never forgive you for that.
But dwelling on my lost leg modeling career anno 1999 isn't really going to get me anywhere. The real problem is that I don't really know what I want yet. All I know is that it is extremely unlikely to have anything to do with my legs...
Would you buy these breechers? Well, I did and they are very good indeed.... Hmmm, I'm sure I wouldn't have had to actually write the add. Surely they'd have people for that sort of thing...
Monday, 19 January 2009
To 2009!
It was one of those nights when the wine was good, the company just right and outside the snow made it tempting to just stay put.
Still early on in the new year, with barely half of January behind us it would be easy to sink into the semi-depression that normally comes this time of year. The tiredness and the brutal harshness of returning to everyday life after two weeks excesses over Christmas can easily be a bit much in a month that is so easily reduced to just winching and longing for the blessed summer season.
But this night was different. This January evening was good. The two of us by the dining table in the small cave-like flat. Content after consuming what has to be considered one of our better cooking efforts. My more professional friends would hardly have been impressed, but considering we both suffered from a mild degree of kitchen phobia it was pretty good.
Gone for a few blessed hours were the worries over loved ones in hospital, possible effects of the financial crisis and all that stupid unimportant clutter that has a tendency to gather up throughout the week. It all seemed so clear and hopeful. Each sip of wine from the glass causing more excitement and plans for the future.
But it wasn’t just the alcohol getting to us or Pierce Brosnan singing ABBA on the stereo. There was something else to. As if we had both all of a sudden shaken off something old and were ready for something new. Not necessarily a job or man or hairstyle. It went deeper than that. 2008 had not been an easy year, but it had done the job. Served a purpose. Got rid of old crap and cleared the road for 2009.
There were so many things we could do. We were in fact two super troupers waiting to take on the world. Or at least finding our place in it.
We didn’t need a Greek island, eternal youth or all the answers - we were quite happy here with our Irish coffee and Norwegian winter.
2009 certainly wasn’t going to be perfect, but it felt like things were going to fall a bit more into place.
Still early on in the new year, with barely half of January behind us it would be easy to sink into the semi-depression that normally comes this time of year. The tiredness and the brutal harshness of returning to everyday life after two weeks excesses over Christmas can easily be a bit much in a month that is so easily reduced to just winching and longing for the blessed summer season.
But this night was different. This January evening was good. The two of us by the dining table in the small cave-like flat. Content after consuming what has to be considered one of our better cooking efforts. My more professional friends would hardly have been impressed, but considering we both suffered from a mild degree of kitchen phobia it was pretty good.
Gone for a few blessed hours were the worries over loved ones in hospital, possible effects of the financial crisis and all that stupid unimportant clutter that has a tendency to gather up throughout the week. It all seemed so clear and hopeful. Each sip of wine from the glass causing more excitement and plans for the future.
But it wasn’t just the alcohol getting to us or Pierce Brosnan singing ABBA on the stereo. There was something else to. As if we had both all of a sudden shaken off something old and were ready for something new. Not necessarily a job or man or hairstyle. It went deeper than that. 2008 had not been an easy year, but it had done the job. Served a purpose. Got rid of old crap and cleared the road for 2009.
There were so many things we could do. We were in fact two super troupers waiting to take on the world. Or at least finding our place in it.
We didn’t need a Greek island, eternal youth or all the answers - we were quite happy here with our Irish coffee and Norwegian winter.
2009 certainly wasn’t going to be perfect, but it felt like things were going to fall a bit more into place.
Thursday, 15 January 2009
What Not to Buy...
Before Christmas Caitlin Moran wrote a very funny list of what to absolutely not buy her for Christmas. Although I am not one for throwing tantrums, and especially not over gifts, I am totally with her on the food and joke presents at least - when it comes to perfume I haven't objected to the ones I've been given yet, but then that might be because I've been particularly lucky with the people buying it for me.
But I do know that a friend of me wasn't. One of her ex-boyfriends once got her the Jay-Lo perfume for her birthday - and if that had been me I think I might have struggled to avoid causing a scene. What makes a man even begin to think that any female would want to use a perfume that comes out of a bottle shaped as Jay-Lo's arse?! I have a real problem with these celebrity scents on the whole - don't even get me started on Britney - and can't see how they sell to anyone over the age of 14.
But luckily I didn't get any bottled up Jay-Lo or Victoria Beckham under my tree this year. I didn't even get the customary chocolates, and was in fact very happy with this years celebration including presents and all. Well, until today when I looked a little bit closer at the nice handcream I was given.
Because right there below the fancy product name, it clearly says - in French and English to add to the insult - Age Delaying Hand & Nail Treatment!
How rude is that! So does this mean I have very old looking hands? Because why would anyone in their right mind give away something like that? Unless of course this particular person, who shall not be named, has read my blog -and is simply worried I'll end up like our friend the Siberian coalminer...
Still, if you do read this, it clearly comes into the category of things I might need, but don't - I repeat - don't want to be given!
But I do know that a friend of me wasn't. One of her ex-boyfriends once got her the Jay-Lo perfume for her birthday - and if that had been me I think I might have struggled to avoid causing a scene. What makes a man even begin to think that any female would want to use a perfume that comes out of a bottle shaped as Jay-Lo's arse?! I have a real problem with these celebrity scents on the whole - don't even get me started on Britney - and can't see how they sell to anyone over the age of 14.
But luckily I didn't get any bottled up Jay-Lo or Victoria Beckham under my tree this year. I didn't even get the customary chocolates, and was in fact very happy with this years celebration including presents and all. Well, until today when I looked a little bit closer at the nice handcream I was given.
Because right there below the fancy product name, it clearly says - in French and English to add to the insult - Age Delaying Hand & Nail Treatment!
How rude is that! So does this mean I have very old looking hands? Because why would anyone in their right mind give away something like that? Unless of course this particular person, who shall not be named, has read my blog -and is simply worried I'll end up like our friend the Siberian coalminer...
Still, if you do read this, it clearly comes into the category of things I might need, but don't - I repeat - don't want to be given!
Wednesday, 14 January 2009
Love at First Sight
This horse I just love. There is just something about him. I first saw him back in the autumn at a show and fell for him instantly. Then I went to see the owners today and take some pictures - And he turned out to be even more stunning than I remembered.
The day I manage to breed something like him I will be a very happy woman indeed. So you best eat your vegetables Romantico, if you're gonna stand any chance of turning out even a little bit like this...
Friday, 2 January 2009
2008
I'm not a big fan of memes but one of my favorite bloggers has done this one - and did it so nicely I felt like doing it too. He calls his year a milestone and the main reason being that he loved, lost and got a whole new perspective on life. Reading about his pain takes me back to 2007, the year I realised what love was all about.
2008 has not been a milestone year for me, it has been about healing. About trying to reset my life to what it was like before -single and fairly content with the situation. Only slight trouble is that now I know what I am missing.
...And This Year I...
- eventually stopped crying
- started to heal
- couldn't decide what to do next
- didn't move
- started a company with a friend
- stayed in my job
- practically went off alcohol
- spent a lot of time with good friends
- wrote a lot
- understood why I was dumped
- decided that it was okay to be miserable sometimes
- conquered the silence
- believed in something
- voluntarily put myself up for rejection once more
- realised that what's a big deal to me isn't necessarily so to others
- dealt with some issues
- wore a swimsuit for the first time in 15 years
- got better at separating what's important from what is certainly not worth the fretting
- learned to really talk about my feelings
- tried to forgive myself for a lot of things
- decided that it's okay to not be perfect, it's not like I have much choice at the end of the day
- was toastmaster at a friends wedding - and really enjoyed it
- didn't find a man I could love who could love me back, but there's always next year right?
And although it might not seem like I did get a lot done in the last year and I certainly didn't get my happy ending, I think I am a better person for it.
Happy New Year!
2008 has not been a milestone year for me, it has been about healing. About trying to reset my life to what it was like before -single and fairly content with the situation. Only slight trouble is that now I know what I am missing.
...And This Year I...
- eventually stopped crying
- started to heal
- couldn't decide what to do next
- didn't move
- started a company with a friend
- stayed in my job
- practically went off alcohol
- spent a lot of time with good friends
- wrote a lot
- understood why I was dumped
- decided that it was okay to be miserable sometimes
- conquered the silence
- believed in something
- voluntarily put myself up for rejection once more
- realised that what's a big deal to me isn't necessarily so to others
- dealt with some issues
- wore a swimsuit for the first time in 15 years
- got better at separating what's important from what is certainly not worth the fretting
- learned to really talk about my feelings
- tried to forgive myself for a lot of things
- decided that it's okay to not be perfect, it's not like I have much choice at the end of the day
- was toastmaster at a friends wedding - and really enjoyed it
- didn't find a man I could love who could love me back, but there's always next year right?
And although it might not seem like I did get a lot done in the last year and I certainly didn't get my happy ending, I think I am a better person for it.
Happy New Year!
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