Monday, June 30, 2008
Sunday, June 29, 2008
Tård is not to be.. BUT:
Tård won't be moving to my place.
What happened, I can hear you say, and here's what happened:
A co-worker offered to go and pick Tård up from Borlänge (it's about a two hour drive from Stockholm). I was over the moon. And then, that same night as he'd offered to pick Tård up, I stumbled on this ad - all by accident.
It read:
Kif and Taylor are looking for a home where they can be kings of the house. K and T are a couple of 2 year old brothers who love sleeping under your duvet, sit on your shoulder and help you read the paper.
Well, I just knew they were meant for me. I KNEW it. So the very following day I went to visit. Their owner is wonderful - we clicked instantly. I met the breeder also (who wanted to make sure I could offer a good home for the cool brothers), and she was lovely.
Kif (named after a cartoon in Futurama) was a bit reserved towards me, but very curious and had the best pot belly I'd ever seen! Tylor (named after one of the fighters in the movie Fight Club) is a handsome, uncomplicated purring machine. They even let me cut their claws after meeting me for 15 minutes.
Kif and Tylor will hopefully be moving in within the next couple of week
s.
What happened, I can hear you say, and here's what happened:
A co-worker offered to go and pick Tård up from Borlänge (it's about a two hour drive from Stockholm). I was over the moon. And then, that same night as he'd offered to pick Tård up, I stumbled on this ad - all by accident.
It read:
Kif and Taylor are looking for a home where they can be kings of the house. K and T are a couple of 2 year old brothers who love sleeping under your duvet, sit on your shoulder and help you read the paper.
Well, I just knew they were meant for me. I KNEW it. So the very following day I went to visit. Their owner is wonderful - we clicked instantly. I met the breeder also (who wanted to make sure I could offer a good home for the cool brothers), and she was lovely.
Kif (named after a cartoon in Futurama) was a bit reserved towards me, but very curious and had the best pot belly I'd ever seen! Tylor (named after one of the fighters in the movie Fight Club) is a handsome, uncomplicated purring machine. They even let me cut their claws after meeting me for 15 minutes.
Kif and Tylor will hopefully be moving in within the next couple of week
s.
Saturday, June 28, 2008
Friday, June 27, 2008
Thursday, June 26, 2008
fantastic, faraway friends
Last night I spoke to one of my very best friends on the phone. I haven't seen her for nearly a year. Now she's 5 months pregnant and I haven't even seen her bump...
Today another wonderful friend of mine added me on Facebook. Whilst chatting it was like we saw eachother last week, but we haven't seen eachother for over 7 years!
In March I went to Morrocco with yet another dear, dear friend. We met up at Heathrow and established the fact that we hadn't seen eachother for over two years.
It's hard having your best friends spread around the world. I miss you all dearly!
And it's not that I am lonely. I am lucky enough to be surrounded by beautiful, funloving, caring people here in Stockholm too. (well, at first I wasn't... My first year back in this country I was surrounded by a bunch of fuckwits that made me want to kill myself! Thankfully I managed to shake them off eventually.)
But I miss you guys who knows what I used to be like. Who knows my background and who knows my past romances and heartaches, ups and downs. I miss you alot.
And yesterday I heard a rumour - some of you appearantly pop in to this site and read my blog. Please leave a little comment if you feel like it. Because I miss and love you dearly. I really really do.
Today another wonderful friend of mine added me on Facebook. Whilst chatting it was like we saw eachother last week, but we haven't seen eachother for over 7 years!
In March I went to Morrocco with yet another dear, dear friend. We met up at Heathrow and established the fact that we hadn't seen eachother for over two years.
It's hard having your best friends spread around the world. I miss you all dearly!
And it's not that I am lonely. I am lucky enough to be surrounded by beautiful, funloving, caring people here in Stockholm too. (well, at first I wasn't... My first year back in this country I was surrounded by a bunch of fuckwits that made me want to kill myself! Thankfully I managed to shake them off eventually.)
But I miss you guys who knows what I used to be like. Who knows my background and who knows my past romances and heartaches, ups and downs. I miss you alot.
And yesterday I heard a rumour - some of you appearantly pop in to this site and read my blog. Please leave a little comment if you feel like it. Because I miss and love you dearly. I really really do.
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