4 posts tagged “letters”

Hey Sweetheart.

This is more of an infomercial than it is an actual letter, but I thought you might need one.

Looks like I'll be able to come meet you when you get home, due to my surprising sick-leave. I was happy to find out that even though my closest boss was a wee bit pissed off about the operation, my actual boss, i.e. the owner, was very supportive. She was a lot more worried about the whole thing than I have been, and told me not to worry and concentrate on healing well instead. Always nice to hear, and it did help a lot with the guilt I feel about bailing on them in the middle of june/july.

I haven't really been nervous about the actual operation, more happy that something is on its way to get better. Especially since the knee didn't take well to all the squeezing and poking at the doc's yesterday.

I am a bit concerned about how I'll manage to shop for food when I've made my way home again, and you haven't. I'll probably have to brush up on my flirting skills to get "some handsome, noble, strong man to help a maiden in distress with her bananas and spinach!".

A freezer full of Ben&Jerry might help me get over this traumatizing experience. And the sight of you vacuuming might also do the trick. I think the toilet might be looking mighty filthy by then...

And remember those Everlast shorts you lost at that little gamble we made at that last ultimate fighting-event? You bought them to me today. And since I thought shorts that small were ridiculous enough, I decided to go all the way and am now the proud semi-proud surprised amused owner of ridiculously small, ridiculously pink shorts. And I intend to wear them. To the shops, to the bar, to the gym, to whenever we're meeting your friends, parents and/or grandmother.

Just kidding.

Maybe.

"Hello?"

"Hi Honey!"

"Ohmygodhibabe! How are you doin'?"

"I'm fine, thanks. How are the guys?"
"What guys?"

"Good answer. Just checkin'"

Haha, funny, funny! In fact, so funny that your paycheck just bought me strawberry champagne and the june issue of Elle.

All kidding aside, the funniest thing was probably that I had to show my ID at Alko. For me to not be able to buy this bottle of bubbly, I would've had to be 7 years younger than I am!

Although, it might be a better thing to be carded at Alko for suspicions of being max 17, than it would be if they would greet me by name at the door and ask me if I wanted "the same as usual?"

Having the weekend off, I've been doing some sunbathing. And some cleaning. Since it's hot as hell, I had to vacuum in my bikini. Bet you wish you were home now, huh?

And I mopped! For real! No, believe it. Still in a bikini. And I cut away about half the skin on my index finger while mopping. Because around here, we mop the way you're supposed to. With a lot of aggression. But the main reason I'm telling you this is because I have now both vacuumed and mopped (and will probably have to at least vacuum a few more times before you get home), so you better take your shoes off before you come back home or I'm going to go batshit crazy.

As for all of us, me and everyone I've had contact with, we're all doing fine. Juhani called me today though:

"Hi. You know your maid of honor?"
"Yes, I believe I do."
"She sent me email concerning your bridal shower"

"umm.. dude, I'm pretty sure you're not supposed to tell me any of that"

"no, just wait. She sent me email, and I'm not gonna go"

"You're not? Why?"

"because I already planned a bridal shower"

"okay..."

"you and me go out, have lots and lots of beer, and Sami drives us around to all the clubs"

"I'm in!"

I love my maid of honor, Annika to tiny bits and pieces, but I can relate to how Juhani wouldn't want to participate in an all girls evening. He is, still, almost 2 m (or 6 foot 8, if I did my math right) tall, looks like a biker and is the closest equivalent to one I can come up to without him owning an actual motorbike. You all around Europe (go Yurp!) and the US of A would probably get the image right if you think viking. No, I said viking, not that dwarf with the pantyhose' and plaits from Lord of the rings. Come tell me it's not a gay movie... 9 guys in tights and plaits running around looking for jewelry...

To top it off, I'm still a bit surprised that anyone would throw me a bridal shower, or a bachelorette party, as we call them. I know it's kinda a duty for the maid of honor, but I'm still stunned to think all my friends would have the energy to re-arrange their calenders just to show me a good time. And pay actual money for it. I'd settle for all of us sitting on a rock, drinking beer. And it wouldn't surprise me one bit if they'd all decide at some point "screw this crap. Keg party!". 

But we do go a long way back with Annika. For the past ten years, I've spent midsummer (which basically means we all get the day off work and get hammered) at her place in Hämeenlinna. With that one exeption a few years back when I was suspected to have salmonella. I didn't, so y'all can touch me now. She, on the other hand, has always spent the 1st of may with me in turku. With that one exception last year, when I was unhappily working.

Which I will be this midsummer too, but even if I get off work at 8 pm, and am at her place at 10pm at the earliest, I'm still gonna party my shorts off.

This sidetracked a little bit, but the main thing is that I still miss you every now and then, and I hope you're still doing fine.

Love You.

Hey sweetheart.

I found out that I just missed you on the computer, but there was nothing I could do, I was driving back from Turku.

This week, especially after you called a few days ago, I've had an easier take on things. instead of being concerned for you all the time I've finally adapted to the "it's just a damn trip"-mode. I've had so much to do that I haven't even had time to miss you that much, but momentarily something happens. I was watching someone rub another someone's bald head on Miami Ink yesterday, and for some odd reason I got to thinking about how I sometimes rub your chin. And I've been thinking about rubbing the stubble on your chin for a day now. Things like that, you know? You start thinking about it and then it sticks to your brain for a while. No harm in that, though.

I got my second bachelor(ette)'s degree yesterday, this time with champagne and strawberries. It was kinda fun and it did, at the very least, mark the day when I don't have to go home and write on the thesis every day. It's at the bookbinder's now and I'll give it in the next time I go to Turku on the 12th of June to get my last cortisone-shot. And while we're discussing the thesis, as you might remember, I decided to call it Homo Academicus. And I think someone should totally buy you a few beers for having a wife who can sneak "homo" into an academic dissertation and get away with it.

I also wrote the degree essay yesterday. It's a bit hard to say how it went, because it is supposed to be max 4 pages long. It's a bit difficult to discuss, in theory and practice, how a Ph.D.-student builds up their research-identity in 4 pages. You really can't explain the duality that follows being employed bu the university while working with their thesis. The difficulty of balancing work and social life when they don't have enough time to both teach and work on their research project during one day. The problems that lie with being a teacher to M.Sc.-students, a colleague on one hand to the person that is your supervisor, and being a student on to him/her on the other. How they build up their identity through the thesis since that is what validates them within academia and science is also a bit hard to pinch down to 4 pages. I didn't even touch the difficulty of qualitative, semi-structured interwievs or epistemic rights, so I really don't know if it went well or not.

But on the bright side, I got a lot of compliments for my red shoes at the ceremony.

And in the evening I was supposed to go for a few beers with Nina, but she had to work late because the chinese affiliates can't send in their financial shit on time, so we went for the biggest cupcakes ever with Joni. And some beer. And then some more beer.

Today I had my nails done (finally, yay!) and then we went to Tuija's younger brother's high school graduation. It was a lot of fun and we discussed our childhood a lot, since there aren't that many events where we all are present nowadays. Everyone has a life of their own now, which is kind of interesting but kind of sad, too. Oddly enough, all the grown-ups who lived in the old neighborhood had a hard time recognizing me. They recognized Tuija and both her brothers, my parents, my sister and brother.... but not me. Apparently a change of hair-color does a lot.

I still didn't see the Indy-movie because noone wants to go with me. I can't understand why! Harrison Ford, people!

A lot has happened and this is only a fraction of what I've been doing, but probably the most important fraction (a manicure is important!), so I hope you're still doing okay and having as much fun as I am.

Love you.

Hey sweetheart!

Hope you're doing okay. I am.

It's been a wonderful few days with lots of sunshine, so guess what I've been doing? What? No, the car is still unwashed but I've gotten actual tan-lines.

I did have to spend a big part of this goregous sunday inside, however, revising the punctuation on my thesis. Man, it took me about 3,5 hour to add/subtract all the commas and stuff!

I haven't done any sport since well, you know. It gets worse all the time, I can feel the tendon all the way up my thigh even when I sit, so there really aren't any comfortable positions. With any luck, I could get the doc to cut it up soon and fix it. Or better yet, postpone it for a while so that we don't have to do any dancing on the wedding! Or, well, I won't. But I guess you wouldn't mind. I remember that last big party we went to, when you told me "Woman, we might take one slow cuddly dance, but that's it. I don't do dancing." and then you not only danced a lot with me, but with my sister, my cousin, my mom... If I recall correctly you even tried to tango with Joni. I guess it only takes that much wine, huh?

I wouldn't wanna go back to work since it's been such a great weekend with wonderful weather, but I guess I don't really have that much choice since I know your standpoint on how much you really wanna be my sugardaddy. But nice things come with a price-tag, even as far as wives go.

I'll probably go back to Turku tomorrow after work since the presentations on tuesday have been set to start at 10 am, and I really haven't done any powerpoint-presentations or read the thesis I'm supposed to be opposing yet.

Anyhoo, just thought I'd let you know I'm fine, I'll be okay and all that. If I do get to graduate when you're gone you'll never hear the end of shit for that, so take it from me now, when things are still uncertain: roses make a good effort. And if you're thinking of celebrating it by bringing me lingerie, let me tell you I'd rather take the cash.

Love you.