5 posts tagged “joni”

Since Vodafone's portable net-thingy sucks (don't buy it, it really does), I have no pictures to upload of the wall that would actually get uploaded no matter how I resixe or pack them. But!

You can find them here. Ch-ch-check it out! Reading the story I still can't quite figure out why actually slapping paint on our wall was so stressing for him. I don't get it. I always trusted it would look awesome (and once again peeps, I was right) and if he'd slapped a litre or so of paint somewhere where it didn't belong then we'd jsut paint the wall again. But probably a different color since we later found out they don't make that shade of grayish white anymore.

And to my and my sister's defence I can only say, we only went to the officer's club (which is situated close by) because the movie we were watching was Evan almighty. 'Nuff said.

Things I Love:

Spring/summer. It's gotten really warm really fast and I'm totally peeing my pants with happiness.

The wall. I think Joni will post some pics of it sooner than I can, and I urge you all who are reading to go check it out. It rocks and I love the pic and the maker to pieces.

Payday being just around the corner

Annika, who has the patience (and looks) of a saint. I'm like Santa on Prozac when I get unleashed and get to go shopping but she is voluntarily with me and is totally zen while I jump around giggling hysterically.

Things I Loathe:

The knee waking me up at nights again. Odd. Might need another cortisone-injection and/or a scalpell, but they'll drag me kicking and screaming to the needle a second time. The tendon goes all the way up to my butt and my leg was numb/sore for 3 days after the last injection.

Cold mornings. Warmth all the time, please.

Things I'm indifferent about:

The thesis. I gave my supervisor the restructured first ~40 pages, and she didn't hate it. She was actually content with it. Because researchers being content usually requires the crusifiction of lesser students I am still treading lightly. I'll write one more analysis, tie it together and send it in by friday and she'll let me know next tuesday if it goes through or if I'll have to wait until next fall. Fingers crossed, I'll let you know. And if she lets it pass then you'll probably see the glow of me because I will be so happy that all the blood in my veins probably turns into glitter.

Joni came back home with us to finally paint that pic on our wall. I'll post some pictures once it's done but so far I really like it. We've been arguing about whether or not he should smooth out the edges. I like it when it looks a little hand-made, but he'd like it more industrial.

I was at work all day so I only got home to see it half done, and I think it's a lot better this way. We haven't disturbed him all day since Sami was off helping his dad painting the boat, but since we've been home Jonis stress-levels have clearly gone up. He almost craps himself every time we take a step in the livingroom since there are bits and pieces of his stencil everywhere. It's a lot of fun to look at him going *gasp* every now and then.

But all kidding aside, I like having people over. Especially family. My sister is coming on saturday and she'll be staying with us overnight too, and then the whole lot will be going home to Turku on sunday.

I can't wait to see the finished painting!

So, I've been getting a bit of bad blood from The Left Knee again during the last few weeks. Since I am a firm believer of Things That Heal Themselves, I'm not worried. It doesn't even hurt that much, it kinda just blocks movement every now and then. I'm not worried.

Joni on the other hand, is extatic.

It's monday, so I'm back in Turku and at Hotel Mama, and my dear tiny little brother discovered that I was having a bit of a struggle with the stairs. The knee kind of locks itself so walking up and down stairs isn't really my forté today. Neither is fast jumps out of chairs but that's okay. Of course, if the sofa spontaneously catches fire, I might be in a bit of a pickle, but it's all good otherwise. Anyway. Joni has spent the entire evening  jumping up and down, taking huge theatrical leaps and dashing up and down the stairs. I guess it's his way of getting back on all the times I beat him up as a child. He spooked me and acted like he was gonna grab my left knee and I swear to God I peed on myself a little.

Still, if it were him I'd probably do the same.

Continuing on the Icy Train Bliss that was this monday, I walked into the german lesson to discover that we had a pre-exam exam. Yay! Eventhough this is German 3, my vocabulary still mainly consists of the phrase "Ich bin müde", or "I am tired". The pre-exam exam consisted of a text from an article discussing september 11. We were supposed to briefly, in 300 words explain the main points of the article. After that we were supposed to write a story about where we were and how we came to know what had happened at 9/11 and explain what was discussed in the media at that time. Finally we were supposed to write about our standpoint on global terrorism.

My esse was practically "Ich bin müde auf globalen Terrorismus".

Yeah: my time to shine!

You know it's monday when you're already late and you have to scrape the windows of your car because they're all iced up. After that you get in the vehicle, wonder why you still can't see  a damn thing, and remember: right, you didn't scrape the insides of the windows yet.

Some of you may know what time it is (no, it's not time to get buckwild. Flavor Flav!)

I'd like to do something different this time. I'd like to dedicate this day to someone else who I think deserves it.

To Mom & Dad:

Thank you. Mom and Dad, for the wonderful job you've done. I'd like to thank you for your excellent parenting abilities. Especially during the first years, when I was helpless and totally dependent of you. It's not always a given thing that parents don't harm their children by acting stupid, or just by not being able to even take care of themselves. So thank you for being the responsible parents that you were, and still are, and not ever abandoning any of us or doing us any harm. Thank you for the games, the times we played. For all the chocolate monster-cakes, parties and times when we could bring a million other five-year-olds home to play with us.
Dad, thanks for teaching me how to swim and having the sense to channel my energy into this hobby. It's given me countless years of joy, and an understanding of meditative sport. Thanks for all the times both you and Mom came to see me compete, where ever in the country that may have been. Thanks for sending me abroad to do the same thing by myself. For the encouragement.

To you both, for always forcing us to do our homework, I finally see the point in it all. For all the family-dinners you insisted we'd all share. For all the rules, for forbidding me to do so many things. Thus giving me the feel of excitment doing all these forbidden things.

For not letting me pierce my face or get a tattoo as a minor. And for not hating any of my boyfriends. There was never anything to hate, but you guys know how it is. For caving in when it was crucial, and for always being there for us. For disapproving of my Major Plans For Life, an thus teaching me to always come prepared with lots more than a vision.

Thanks Dad, for being the Voice Of Reason.
Thanks Mom, for the hugs and for telling me it's okay to not always listen to the Voice Of Reason.

And to all you others, to make this not just a post for my parents, I'd like to encourage you to check out Joni's hilarious plan for how to use Ben&Jerry in babe hunting.

P.S. Lies you can let go now. I passed!