Google er en underholdende oppfinnelse, hvertfall hvis man er litt i fnisehumør. Ved å google "Hanne liker" var det mange merkelige resultater, her er de ti første:
1. Hanne liker å fryse i hjel kaniner og kan ikke garantere for at noe...
2. Hanne liker å røyke hasj og pule alikser i byen og sist men ikke minst urinere på Mc`donalds
3. Hanne liker å kle seg romantisk, men kult
4. Hanne liker å ha det morro, og prater også drangedals-dialekt
5. Hanne liker veldigt godt å bade!
6. Hanne liker at jeg duller med håret hennes
7. Hanne liker Toyota
8. Hanne liker heller ikke å såre andre mennekser rundt seg
9. Hanne liker hamburgere
10. Hanne liker å skravle om andre ting enn hvor mange tenner ungene har, hvor ofte de bæsjer eller hvor mye de har vokst på tre uker
Hmm, jeg vet ikke jeg..
Wednesday, May 14, 2008
Tuesday, March 25, 2008
Saturday, March 08, 2008
Blondes, Light bulbs, and Holmenkollen
Well, long time, no update. I cannot blame it on lack of time. Time is something I have more than enough of, in this time where my only job is looking for a real job… Having nothing to do is so overrated. And it seems that the more free time you have, the less you get done. And so there hasn’t been that much to write about, I guess. Let’s blame it on that. It’s always good to have something to blame.
At least I have started getting to some job-interviews. Not exactly a situation I enjoy, and sitting there answering tricky questions does not exactly work wonders on the self esteem, but at least it is a step closer to a job. Hopefully one of the interviews I have already had will pay off, so I don’t have to go to so many more… Other than that I haven’t made too many accomplishments lately. I have, however, contributed to a little myth-busting about blond-jokes; and can proudly report that it does not take more than one blond to change a light bulb! Now I have another, and a lot more complicated, house-fixing project in mind. But with my old track record of DIY-projects (especially the “flatpakke”-bed I tried to put together in Tromsø...) I am not quite sure how it will work out… Will keep you posted though!
Tomorrow I am going to Holmenkollen to see the last ski-jumping world cup competition in the old hill there, and I am really excited about it. Ski-jumping-nerd that I am (*blush*), going to a ski-jumping competition is going to be fun in itself, but I have heard wonderful things about the atmosphere in Kollen (Norwegians take great pride in it!), so it will be fun just to be there to experience that also. Let’s just hope that the traditional Kollen-fog and rain will stay away this year! We are ready with hot chocolate, hot dogs, and Norwegian flags – Heia Norge!
At least I have started getting to some job-interviews. Not exactly a situation I enjoy, and sitting there answering tricky questions does not exactly work wonders on the self esteem, but at least it is a step closer to a job. Hopefully one of the interviews I have already had will pay off, so I don’t have to go to so many more… Other than that I haven’t made too many accomplishments lately. I have, however, contributed to a little myth-busting about blond-jokes; and can proudly report that it does not take more than one blond to change a light bulb! Now I have another, and a lot more complicated, house-fixing project in mind. But with my old track record of DIY-projects (especially the “flatpakke”-bed I tried to put together in Tromsø...) I am not quite sure how it will work out… Will keep you posted though!
Tomorrow I am going to Holmenkollen to see the last ski-jumping world cup competition in the old hill there, and I am really excited about it. Ski-jumping-nerd that I am (*blush*), going to a ski-jumping competition is going to be fun in itself, but I have heard wonderful things about the atmosphere in Kollen (Norwegians take great pride in it!), so it will be fun just to be there to experience that also. Let’s just hope that the traditional Kollen-fog and rain will stay away this year! We are ready with hot chocolate, hot dogs, and Norwegian flags – Heia Norge!
Wednesday, February 06, 2008
Running Errands in Rubber Boots
Looking out the window this morning, I realized that it was raining for like the thousand day in a row. As I had a few errands to run today, I was therefore very happy that I have finally succumbed to the climate-change enforced fashion wave that has hit Oslo, and purchased my first ever city-style-rubber-boots last week-end.
Rubber-boots on, I was ready to locate the NAV office, to hear about job opportunities. I knew that it was at Solli Plass, and I knew how to get there because a couple of weeks ago, when I was meeting my friend Kjersti at Bagel&Juice, I took one of my famous “shortcuts” and ended up somewhere totally different – coincidentally at Solli Plass. So today, I aimed for the same shortcut, but once again – ended up somewhere different… Probably time to admit that directions are not my strongest side… Hm, it would be interesting to know where the guy who stopped me to ask for directions actually ended up!
Well, finally I ended up at the NAV-office, and the whole trip turned out to be a waste of time, since the only thing they could tell me was how to navigate their homepage to find available jobs, something I do every day anyway. But at least I got to test my new rubber boots, and could walk into all the little puddles that came in my way, instead of having to jump from one dry spot to another. That was, however, something that was more fun when I was five...
Rubber-boots on, I was ready to locate the NAV office, to hear about job opportunities. I knew that it was at Solli Plass, and I knew how to get there because a couple of weeks ago, when I was meeting my friend Kjersti at Bagel&Juice, I took one of my famous “shortcuts” and ended up somewhere totally different – coincidentally at Solli Plass. So today, I aimed for the same shortcut, but once again – ended up somewhere different… Probably time to admit that directions are not my strongest side… Hm, it would be interesting to know where the guy who stopped me to ask for directions actually ended up!
Well, finally I ended up at the NAV-office, and the whole trip turned out to be a waste of time, since the only thing they could tell me was how to navigate their homepage to find available jobs, something I do every day anyway. But at least I got to test my new rubber boots, and could walk into all the little puddles that came in my way, instead of having to jump from one dry spot to another. That was, however, something that was more fun when I was five...
Wednesday, January 23, 2008
"Gode" Oversettelser - Del ?
På sushirestauranten jeg var i går hadde de en oversettelse i menyen som bare skrek etter å kommenteres..
Crabsticks = Krabbepinne
Hva er en krabbepinne?? Jeg ser mer for meg en slags tusenbenaktig ting åle seg bortover enn, hm, hva er nå det norske ordet for crabsticks..? Åh, jo - selvfølgelig - crabsticks!
Crabsticks = Krabbepinne
Hva er en krabbepinne?? Jeg ser mer for meg en slags tusenbenaktig ting åle seg bortover enn, hm, hva er nå det norske ordet for crabsticks..? Åh, jo - selvfølgelig - crabsticks!
Friday, January 18, 2008
Miss Clumsy
I have moved into my new appartment in Oslo, and I think it is going to be great living there. There is only one little unfortunate detail, that I got quite familiar with already the first afternoon. Numerous times. And it makes me feel like the famous butler in "Dinner for One" (Grevinnen og Hovmesteren), the comedy sketch boradcasted on Norwegian TV every year the day before Christmas, and in all other countries on New Year's Eve. No, I have not in a moment of interior-decorating (mis)inspiration puchased a tiger skin with a tiger head to decorate my new place. Neither did I need any of the amounts of alcohol that makes James trip every time he passes it.
My problem is the doorway out from the bathroom. It looks like there is just a step down to the floor in the hallway, but there really is a plank there - and I manage to hit my toes into it every single time... Resulting in numerous dances and creative swearwords while jumping around in the hallway. Except the one time when I, just like butler James, remembered the hindrance, and lifted my feet 30 cm higher than necessary. It didn't help, though, the next time I hit my toe so hard I thought I broke it. It is still blue, but doesn't hurt so much any more. More importantly, I think it taught me the lesson!
My problem is the doorway out from the bathroom. It looks like there is just a step down to the floor in the hallway, but there really is a plank there - and I manage to hit my toes into it every single time... Resulting in numerous dances and creative swearwords while jumping around in the hallway. Except the one time when I, just like butler James, remembered the hindrance, and lifted my feet 30 cm higher than necessary. It didn't help, though, the next time I hit my toe so hard I thought I broke it. It is still blue, but doesn't hurt so much any more. More importantly, I think it taught me the lesson!
Thursday, January 10, 2008
New Year, New Possibilities?
So now we write 2008. A new year, full of new possibilites..
But I don't think I have ever started a year having so little clue about what it's going to be like. Not that I have previously had any psychic abilities that were magically lost, but at least I have had some studies to go back to. This time I don't. 2008 is the year for new beginnings. Tabula raza. It is the year when I am no longer a student, and my working life begins. That means, it's time to finally decide on something that I have been thinking about for at least 10 years (without getting much wiser): what I want to be when I grow up! I have never been a fan of planning toooo far ahead, but rather a strong believer in exiting possibilities turning up along the way, taking me in new, but interesting directions. So far, I haven't quite figured out what my next direction will be. But I guess there is no reason to panic. The thought has always been to find out what to become when I grow up. And I feel far from grown up yet ;)
Yet not knowing anything about anything is both good and scary. At the moment, it feels mostly scary. But I have made a start, and made one rather important decision: I am going to live in Oslo, and I have found a cute, little appartment to rent. So now at least I can snuggle up with the IKEA catalogue, thinking of ways to decorate my new little "krypinn". So, place to live can now be crossed off my list! And I'm crossing my fingers that the rest will fall into place pretty soon.
So, cheers for new beginnings.
Cheers for a new year.
I hope it is going to be a great one!
But I don't think I have ever started a year having so little clue about what it's going to be like. Not that I have previously had any psychic abilities that were magically lost, but at least I have had some studies to go back to. This time I don't. 2008 is the year for new beginnings. Tabula raza. It is the year when I am no longer a student, and my working life begins. That means, it's time to finally decide on something that I have been thinking about for at least 10 years (without getting much wiser): what I want to be when I grow up! I have never been a fan of planning toooo far ahead, but rather a strong believer in exiting possibilities turning up along the way, taking me in new, but interesting directions. So far, I haven't quite figured out what my next direction will be. But I guess there is no reason to panic. The thought has always been to find out what to become when I grow up. And I feel far from grown up yet ;)
Yet not knowing anything about anything is both good and scary. At the moment, it feels mostly scary. But I have made a start, and made one rather important decision: I am going to live in Oslo, and I have found a cute, little appartment to rent. So now at least I can snuggle up with the IKEA catalogue, thinking of ways to decorate my new little "krypinn". So, place to live can now be crossed off my list! And I'm crossing my fingers that the rest will fall into place pretty soon.
So, cheers for new beginnings.
Cheers for a new year.
I hope it is going to be a great one!
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