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I'm older and I'm selling my babies...
Sep. 26th, 2005 09:34 amI have always been crappy at remembering birthdays, normally I at least remember which month it's in and can make some early or belated wishes, but seldom on the right day. When I live with a guy or a roommate I just memorize it, because it would just be too nasty if I screw that one up. The exception was the 1.5 year I shared house with B-man, because he detested the practice of birthdays and such things.
It is so great that people have birthday reminders on line nowadays, so that I can get nice wishes from people I only know a tiny bit, it's fascinating, but also a bit pressure-creating..because now I may have to get that service as well...and what if I still suck! heh..there are days when I'm not on line, those are tough days, I confess, but they do exist.
Anyway, I love my friends and they know I'm messy, so even if I don't get the days exactly right , I still care. And I at least like all my LJ friends, so the same goes for you, I hope.
I was down in the south of Sweden, in Skåne this past weekend, visiting my parents. My mom's birthday was on the 19th and mine on the 24th, so they had a dinner party with friends of the family. It's the first time in several years I've been there during my actual birthday, so I've forgotten how it's like to get the "what are you doing nowadays" questions and the "how good are you compared to my kids" looks from fifty and sixty somethings.
Newsflash #1: There are a lot of people living through their kids out there
Newsflash #2 (and add fear): I don't want to become such a person
Well, after playing the part of market place pony with bells and ribbons (well. ok, not that much), and after subtly offending the only couple I didn't like at the dinner (because they were just that stupid and easily offended, and not really genuine friends of my parents, just the kind of people that keep inviting themselves in anyway), I went back to Uppsala.
But not until I've been forced to have one of those "are you gonna give us a grand-child? and we'll give you money if you produce one" kind of talks with my parents.
Heh..pressure? nah.
It's still nice to hear that they will help out with down payment on better living quarters if that should be needed.
So, now I have 3 weeks left in this country, and the task of selling mybabies eh.. books can not be avoided any longer. It's like Sophie's choice, really, I get an almost physical reaction of vague angst-mixed excitement. I must define which books among the thousands of volumes truly own the gold corners of my soul or something.
160 books I'm gonna bring to the States, that's all. And some 30 in my bags when I come now. A couple of hundreds I can store in Sweden for the time being...but the rest...TO THE ORPHANAGE. Or off with their heads or something.
And during summer I've only read Stephen Brust's Musketeer-books and murder mysteries by John Connolly. Good entertainment and all I can cope with in such an unstable life phase as mine.
When I get back to the States I'll read something more solid and deep. And some poetry.
Yesterday when I came back to Uppsala, I saw "Charlie and the Chocolate Factory"..and I must say that I found it pretty invigorating. I got sappy-happy looking at the face of the little Indian man playing the part of all the Oompa-Loompas, and of Johnny Depp's Willy Wonka. He's so damn Michael Jackson, but in a totally asexual way. Also the kid from Colorado (Mike Tv) was hilarious.
and now I crave chocolate again.
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kejn made a drive by appearance at my parental home before I arrived, and delivered a box of RICE-BALLS. The best snack ever, and super decadent. She remembered me saying that it was my favorite from childhood. Christ on a cracker..I have a BOX of Rice-balls..I'm so dead.
It is so great that people have birthday reminders on line nowadays, so that I can get nice wishes from people I only know a tiny bit, it's fascinating, but also a bit pressure-creating..because now I may have to get that service as well...and what if I still suck! heh..there are days when I'm not on line, those are tough days, I confess, but they do exist.
Anyway, I love my friends and they know I'm messy, so even if I don't get the days exactly right , I still care. And I at least like all my LJ friends, so the same goes for you, I hope.
I was down in the south of Sweden, in Skåne this past weekend, visiting my parents. My mom's birthday was on the 19th and mine on the 24th, so they had a dinner party with friends of the family. It's the first time in several years I've been there during my actual birthday, so I've forgotten how it's like to get the "what are you doing nowadays" questions and the "how good are you compared to my kids" looks from fifty and sixty somethings.
Newsflash #1: There are a lot of people living through their kids out there
Newsflash #2 (and add fear): I don't want to become such a person
Well, after playing the part of market place pony with bells and ribbons (well. ok, not that much), and after subtly offending the only couple I didn't like at the dinner (because they were just that stupid and easily offended, and not really genuine friends of my parents, just the kind of people that keep inviting themselves in anyway), I went back to Uppsala.
But not until I've been forced to have one of those "are you gonna give us a grand-child? and we'll give you money if you produce one" kind of talks with my parents.
Heh..pressure? nah.
It's still nice to hear that they will help out with down payment on better living quarters if that should be needed.
So, now I have 3 weeks left in this country, and the task of selling my
160 books I'm gonna bring to the States, that's all. And some 30 in my bags when I come now. A couple of hundreds I can store in Sweden for the time being...but the rest...TO THE ORPHANAGE. Or off with their heads or something.
And during summer I've only read Stephen Brust's Musketeer-books and murder mysteries by John Connolly. Good entertainment and all I can cope with in such an unstable life phase as mine.
When I get back to the States I'll read something more solid and deep. And some poetry.
Yesterday when I came back to Uppsala, I saw "Charlie and the Chocolate Factory"..and I must say that I found it pretty invigorating. I got sappy-happy looking at the face of the little Indian man playing the part of all the Oompa-Loompas, and of Johnny Depp's Willy Wonka. He's so damn Michael Jackson, but in a totally asexual way. Also the kid from Colorado (Mike Tv) was hilarious.
and now I crave chocolate again.
ETA: I forgot to mention that
kejn made a drive by appearance at my parental home before I arrived, and delivered a box of RICE-BALLS. The best snack ever, and super decadent. She remembered me saying that it was my favorite from childhood. Christ on a cracker..I have a BOX of Rice-balls..I'm so dead.
