Right now

I think life is beyond crappy.  I know I should be grateful that 95% of the things in my life is pretty darn great.

But right now I can’t surpass the 5% that is beyond shitty. The worst thing is that I see no end to them. The shit just keeps coming.

I want to dwell in it.  Complain, cry and yell. So I do. When nobody else but the dog is home, I have mental break down and primal scream to my computer who, it too,  doesn’t want to cooperate.

Somewhere in the back of my mind I try to think “This too, shall pass”.


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When in Rome

After almost 15 years we did it. A only grown-up vacation. 4 days and 4 nights we were away from the children.

Together with dear friends we went to Rome to celebrate love. As couples we’ve been together for 25 years. Our friends have been married for 15 and the Mr and I celebrated our 6 anniversary during the trip.

The food was spectacular. And Rome was like a romanticized postcard of it self.

For anyone interested here is a looooong video of our days.

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A 102 year old saga ends

This morning the Mr called and informed me that his grandfather passed during the night.

He has reached an impressive age of 102 years 3 moths and 7 days.

Farfar Erik is his beloved fishing boat 2006

For my husband he was very dear and have been for his entire life. We and the boys were never to be call him great granddad, as he and his 10 year younger wife thought it sounded terribly old. We had to call him granddad Erik.

Two and a half weeks ago the Mr and I sat at their kitchen table and the Mr joined his grandfather for a small whiskey. So thankful that we took the time to stop by. You never know when it is too late. Today it would have been.

When an old person passes, it is the natural part of life that we call death. It’s perfectly normal and how it should be. But now the world is one very good man short. And the world needs these good people.

Sleep well farfar Erik.

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These weekends

Ok, I get it. With out the weekdays there wouldn’t be any weekends. But gee how I LOVE ’em – weekends. Especially when they are like the one passed.

The Mr was working both Saturday and Sunday (he was also away Friday night). But I don’t care – because… I have friends.

Friday dinner at a friends house with another friend as our husbands were off.

Saturday I met up with two of my high school friends (apparently I do this this weekend every year Facebook tells me). We spent the day in our neighboring country Denmark talking, walking, eating and sipping some much needed culture. Some art just fly over my head, while other strikes a cord and gets me thinking and feeling about things I wouldn’t do otherwise. And that’s EXACTLY the purpose of culture.

Tired we went back home for dinner and some wine. The Sunday started with luxury breakfast followed by a good old walk along the ocean. Buddy was with us running happily and eating assorted types of shit (primarily horse’s).

Laughter, conversations and new thinking apparently all you need for a fabulous weekend. Yeah and some teenage conflicts and studying for tests too…

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International me

I was in a board meeting yesterday. And when it was expressing my viewpoint I automatically turned into English! 😱

I can only interpret this as I am more used to these situations when working (which I do in English a majority of my time).

Finally I am what I always wanted to be – an international business woman! ✌🏻

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I realize that my result driven persona also makes me loose out on relationships. Just like I explained in my last post, my inability to just listen naturally makes me loose possibilities to possibly deeper relationships where I just am.

I am sitting at my patio drinking my coffee in the amazing October sun. Thinking of buying the dog a longer leash. It’s great to have on the beach so he can run more freely (as we can’t have him totally off the leash…). But instead of waiting till Sam gets up to bring him with me for the walk. My eagerness is prepared to skip an hour with my firstborn just to get it done.

But at least I’m currently reflecting on to wait for him to wake up. That’s progress.

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