Kanskje litt dumt å åpne bloggen med ting jeg ikke har laget selv, men nå hadde jeg engang disse bildene liggende. Svigermor strikker så det fyker etter, og her er babyteppet og “hentesettet” hun strikket til ungen før hun ble født. Vi har brukt det mye, særlig jakka, lua, vottene og teppet (ikke så bruk for bukser og sokker når hun ligger i saueskinnsposen, tross alt). Både lua og sokkene har vi allerede fått i flere størrelser.
Tja. Ikke at jeg trenger fler, når du ser på hvor ofte de andre blir oppdatert, men jeg tenkte det var kjekt å ha et samlet sted å vise fram hobbyprosjektene mine. Dessuten synes jeg det er greit å skrive på norsk for en gangs skyld, så denne blir helnorsk…
Selvsagt er noe av problemet at jo mer tid jeg bruker på blogg jo mindre blir igjen til å lage noe å vise fram. Jaja.
For foto, se relevant kategori i den generelle bloggen – og Flickr.
Fikk denne fra T på mail, men siden bloggen føler seg litt oversett for tiden tenkte jeg jeg skulle glede den med å svare her.
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I’ve been planning having a bit of a belly photosession for a while, and was beginning to think – what with my ability to procrastinate – that I’d never get around to it before the baby decided enough was enough and made its appearance. Well, I finally got around to it last night, before new year’s eve dinner, so that’s the belly (and some stretch marks) documented for posterity.
As usual, I’ll be summing up the year gone in 24 words some time soon. In the meantime, my one and only New Year’s resolution (seeing as I don’t normally make resolutions, I’m sticking to the one) is to take a refresher course in first aid as soon as possible. I’m pretty sure I would’nt muddle cpr and mouth to mouth completely, I have, after all, had that procedure repeated every few years since I was about ten, but it would be useful to have the symptoms of various other complaints repeated – heart attacks and such. And I suppose one of those courses that focus on first aid to children would be reassuring to have under one’s belt as well.
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Continuing the tradition of, well, it’s been a few years now:
Dear Santa,
once again I think I’ve been reasonably good. I’ve only been nasty to people who were nasty to me first, and sometimes I haven’t even bothered being nasty back (I mean, why bother with people who are nasty at all?). I gave to charity. Regularly, even, and though I’m not even close to the prescribed tenth I think I’m doing ok. I read No Logo again and have therefore developed a fear of ordinary shops as I keep seeing kids chained to sewing machines in my head when I look at the goods they sell, and it’s harder to ignore this time around – must be the hormones. Fairtrade shops are now my friends. Anyway, if you can find your way to providing one or more of the following (wrapped up underneath the tree where appropriate), I’d be grateful, and the season would be jolly:
1. Peace on earth (I know I keep harping on about it, but see what you can do, ok?)
2. A smooth entry to this world for the alien currently residing in my big belly.
3. While we wait for world peace and joy to all mankind: More fairtrade shops and more fairtrade goods in ordinary shops.
4. A tumble dryer
5. Some time for J.K. Rowling to sit down and finish writing The Last Book (and for the publishers to get it out there!).
6. The following books: Pondus: 0-6 – Frode
Your true political self:
You are aSocial Liberal
(73% permissive)and an…
Economic Liberal
(6% permissive)You are best described as a:
Socialist
You exhibit a very well-developed sense of Right and Wrong and believe in economic fairness.
(Politics test, via)
…I’ve eaten the plums…
Uh, sorry, wrong poem.
I’ve uploaded some pictures to Flickr – the rest of the ones from our trip to Islay in July, for example. About time?
And while you’re looking at pictures, Tonbel‘s much more active than I am, so go make her happy by giving her more views (and comments. I’m guessing comments are nice too, huh?).
1. First name? Ragnhild (or Robin, I’ll answer to both or either)
2. Were you named after anyone? Nope
3. When did you last cry? Last week, I think. It seems this stuff about hormones making you more sensitive in pregnancy is correct.
4. Do you like your handwriting? It’s ok. I can read it.
5. What is your favorite lunchmeat? Pork liver pat
It occurs to me that I have probably not really expressed myself on the joy that is Top Gear previously. I will now remedy that by explaining why it is one of the best tv-shows ever. No, this has not been brought on by Richard Hammond’s rather unfortunate work-related accident (though I am, of course, hoping that he’ll be up and about and driving ridiculously fast again – in reasonably controlled conditions – as soon as may be), but by my finally reading I Know You Got Soul, which we purchased in Kingston this summer. I somehow feel I owe you an explanation of how come I enjoy a show about cars when, normally, a conversation about cars could quite possibly be one of the few things that would bore me to tears.
Well, you see, it’s not cars so much. It’s Jeremy Clarkson, James May and Richard Hammond. Yes, it involves them talking about cars a lot (in fact for most of the show), but it involves them talking about cars in a way that is witty in that uniquely British way. And of course you know I do love British wit. So.
Does that explain it? Possibly not. I also, on the whole, love watching people do things that they obviously enjoy doing. And the three Top Gear presenters are so frequently the picture of joyful glee when they get their hands on a new car that it is very hard not to be smitten.
Another thing is the competitive spirit. Well, I have it, and they’ve got it in bundles. In an episode I saw recently, Jeremy Clarkson was out in Germany trying to get a car round the world’s longest race-track (at least, I think it was – see, I can’t remember the track or the car, that’s not what I watch Top Gear for) in less than… uhm… I think it was ten minutes, but don’t hold me to that. (I suppose I could google this, but the details are beside the point, really.) He struggled manfully for days and finally just made it. He blamed the car for his failure to do better sooner. Then he let his guide to the track, a local girl about my own age who probably had motor oil instead of mother’s milk, have a go. Her first try at the car, but her ten thousanth something try at the track. Anyway, she beat him, obviously. To Hammond and May’s delight. Oh, and she had blond hair, too.
Whatever. It’s one of the best shows on television (and before you ask, I haven’t even seen the Norwegian version, and I have no intention of ever doing so – it’s that anglophile thing again, you see). And one of the funniest episodes ever can be found on YouTube in three parts. Do yourself the favour: Part 1, part 2 and part 3.