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Denial? Is That A River In Egypt?

2008-08-18T09:30:43Z

On the 16th, we had been engaged for a year. Mostly we spent that rainy day cherishing the memories of sun, because a year ago on that date we were in Thailand. We both agreed getting engaged is something really special, but how about that sun over there! We had a wonderful romantic time and I won't bother you with the details, just wanted to share these beautiful roses he got me. Even if I'm kinda worried about my near and dear ones conspiring against me with these pink things. Still: gorgeous. As is the guy who handed them to me.

The diet is now on day 2, and I must say one thing: I suck at this. I've never been on a diet, and I seriously suck at denying myself food. Sami tried to argue that the fact that I watched "Floyd's India", "Pressure Cook", "Cooked", "License to Grill" and a fifth show I can't remember, and then went to bed with a cookbook probably didn't count as an encouraging thing during a diet. What does he know, right?

My muscles are already a bit sore, and I kind of think it might be this diet. I've also started thinking about things like, you know, essential fatty acids, carbs, iron and such, which don't count into this diet. At least for the time being because I didn't remember to buy spinach, which might help with the iron-thing. But then again, the part of my brain that has started to deteriorate faster went Carb Schmarb! It's just a week!

But I'm starting to think a chocolate IV and an Eiffel tower of toast is something that is within reason to ask after a week of this. If I last that long.

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Solar Eclipse

2008-08-14T04:55:23Z

Taulu

Sami loves taking pictures. Above all of me sleeping and drooling on countless things. But a week (or it might have been a couple?) ago we had a solar eclipse over here. Yours truly was working and missed it, but Sami took a gazillion pictures of it. I gave him hell for looking at the sun through nothing but the polar-filter of the camera, but after seeing these pics I really can't complain. We both love this one most, and are thinking of making it into something we can hang on the wall. If you wanna use the pic you're gonna have to ask permission first.

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My, You're Looking Delicious Today, Darling.

2008-08-08T07:00:20Z

"I've been thinking about this, and I think that if you were an animal you'd probably be a rat."

"No, I don't think so. I'd be a hare."

"I'd probably be something small and incredibly funny-looking.Like a platypus, you know?"

"Nope. I've been giving this a lot of thought, and I'm certain you'd be a praying mantis."

"But I'd be the female one. You know, the kind that kills the male and eats it."

"Yeah, I know. That's why I said it, sweetheart."

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Truly, Madly, Deeply.

2008-08-02T18:17:59Z

"You know what?"

"What?"

"I love you"

That is a phrase I strive to tell him every day. Sometimes I forget, or one of us isn't at home, but I try.

In a few weeks we will have been engaged for a year. In little over a month we will be married. People have asked us if we are going to write our own vows, and we've laughed at the thought and told them no. But I want to tell you one thing.

I love you. I love you truly, madly, deeply, and with all I've got. When we met, I knew. It was either me and you, or me and 20 cats.

I love your enthusiasm. I love how you love life. I love how you skydive, dive, jog, drive a snow-scooter, a motorcycle, everything!

You are the most generous person I've ever met. I always say you try to buy your friends, but I know you do it because you are so giving, and that it comes naturally to you. I know you love to help, and I am saddened how you sometimes don't get the same help in return. But you never question why. I love that. How you believe in people.

I always joke about how I knew it was for real this time when you said those little words: Wanna go to IKEA?. But in a way, that sums you up. You'd be willing to sacrifice yourself and go to Pottery Hell because of the people you love. I know how you love to ride your motorcycle, and it almost broke my heart when you told me that you thought about how we could've sold the bike to pay for a honeymoon to Bora Bora. I'd never let you do that, and If I could, I would buy you that trip and 3 more motorcycles.

I love how you ride. I know I nag about safety and such, but I love watching you riding that bike, and I love riding with you. I never told you but because of the jaw, every time we ride and I put my helmet on for even 5 minutes, my jaw just kills me. I take my painmeds in secrecy because I don't want to stress you. Still, you are always worried about how I am, and if I'm okay.

I miss you a lot when you're away, but I wouldn't have it any other way. I wouldn't miss anyone this much and I wouldn't wait for anyone else.

When we argue, you ask me how I can tell you I love you in the morning, and then shout at you how thoughtless you are in the afternoon. I don't cry because I don't love you. Noone ever made me cry before, and now I cry because when we fight, it really stings. I cry because I love you. If I didn't, it'd be reason enough to quit. Sometimes you hurt me more than anyone, and a betrayal from you saddens me deeply. More than anything before.

You are the most honest, caring and giving person I know. I love you. Truly, madly, deeply. And when we get that first year of engagement on the 16th, I fully plan to kneel before you like you did before me a year ago in Thailand, and ask you to marry me. I'm not an easy person to live with and I don't know how you do it, but I never want you to quit.

I love you.

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Bitch Betta Have Mah Hunny!

2008-08-01T05:33:27Z

As I mentioned earlier, my computer has done nothing else but shouting profanities at us for the past days. Yesterday Sami took it out back and beat some manners into it. After which he updated, upgraded, rebooted and re-installed practically everything in life on it. His muscles glistened in the afternoon sun as he doubleclicked and hit Enter and Finish. I'm thinking I might keep him.

The laptop, pissed of by getting the stick, still gives us the silent treatment (there is no sound on the computer whatsoever) and continues to moon us by claiming there is no battery on it or that the battery is probably a pirate copy. I'm this close to mailing the peeps at Samsung and telling them to plz switch off the PMS-mode on their next model. I'm still missing my installation cd for my mp3-player, but other than that everything works. Except for the sound and the pirate battery.

I've noticed one can keep quite busy if the laptop falls into coma. I've been doing all sorts of things. Mainly submerging things in rum.

I've made plums in rum, a batch of cherries in rum (making a second one tomorrow) and yesterday I made strawberry jam. I've also gone for quite a few jogs, raising my yearly average to 3/year.

I'm that bored and apparently very, very dependent of my laptop. I might still be in the thesis-writing-phase because I get a bit panicky when anything happens to it. I did take the emptying of my computer which resulted in it not working-thing very calmly though. Which, in our household means "You did WHAT?! Make it work or I will twist your head off and feed your remains to clams!" . Sami must've been very proud. And probably very scared because shit has never returned this fast to this close to how it was before he touched it. As for the no sounds-thing, I have coped with copious amounts of vodka and sprite.

Just kidding.

He shoots tranquillizer darts at me every 3 hours.

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All I Wanted Was A Webcam

2008-07-30T16:30:21Z

My laptop needed an update. Sami promised to fix it with one of his friends. They upgraded it. It didn't work.

They deleted everything I had on it (including my CV which I forgot to backup somewhere, thank you very much) and it still didn't work.

They rebooted, and still, everything it does is flip us the bird between bluescreens.

So!

Will trade grade A ambidextrous carnivore future husband for nerd with Windows xp and/or never program with all codes.

If nerd proves to be functional and handy, I will throw in all gym equipment that goes with Husband.

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Florence Nightingale He Isn't.

2008-07-07T12:12:55Z

I had the stitches removed 4 days back. By a certified nurse, at the closest health-center.

Yesterday, when I removed the Steri-Strips that I was supposed to cover the wound with for an additonal 3-4 days, I had a surprise waiting for me. 2 suspicios shadows inside my knee. So I picked the healed skin apart with a needle and took out 2 ADDITONAL LOOPS OF STRING! Goddamn!

Yes, I am that crazy of a bitch, and soon I'll be a crazy bitch with an amputated knee because of the nice little infection I probably gave myself while poking around.

But come the fuck on. I know it might be hard to tell bright blue surgical string apart from my black blood, but that was just ridiculous. How do you miss 2 complete loops of blue stitching? Huh? Found that nursing degree in our box of cereal this morning, did we?

Apart from this little "Honey, you might wanna come over here and check this the hell out"-incident, it's been peachy. It always takes a while when he comes back from these long trips abroad, and I suppose it hasn't been easy on him either. All the ex-pats in the organization where he works have it pretty well when they are abroad. Chef and all. So when I promised to make lunch for both him and Tapsa during their first day back, and took them to the supermarket, they were standing in the meat-section as bewildered as 2 bunnies on the highway. Sami was the first to recover in the produce-section.

"We need stuff from here too?"

"Well, yeah."

"Okay. Run free, woman. Do your thing"

So for me it's been lots of fun. The most fun part was watching him mop the floors. After which we finally saw the first Narnia-movie. I can hear y'all going wooooot? but remember I'm not big on fantasy and still haven't seen the last 2 LOTR-movies sober. It was okay, I suppose, but I have to say this much: the 2 boys, Edmund and Peter, you know? I completely get why they were so far back in the closet.

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Back Home...

2008-07-06T06:47:26Z

Backyard

...and I have been rubbing his chin so much that he can't grow a beard for a year.

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Return Of The Bridezilla!

2008-07-02T17:09:23Z

I totally forgot to tell you guys what a complete idiot I was at the bridal shop a few days ago!

So, my dress came, right? And we went to try it on, right? And the other color in this story is the lady at the bridal shop, right?

"So where are your shoes?"

"um... at home... 160km away..."

"Why didn't you bring them with you?"

"I didn't know I was supposed to" (yeah, I know, I know, but somehow I imagined the dress is one size and that's it. Either it's the proper length or then its tough shit for the bride. Apparently not)

"Do you think you'd be able to recognize the shoes you bought?"

"yeah. Those, over there"

"Good. Did you bring your lingerie with you?"

"um... no."

*sigh*

"Okay. What kind of lingerie do you have?"

"um... none. I thought I'd go out and buy them sometime after this dress came."

"Allright. But be sure to buy them and bring them with you to the next fitting."

"There's one more?!"

"Yeah! We have to take it in, right?"

"Oh. I thought this was it."

"And then there's a final fitting after that."

"Are you kidding me?"

That woman had the patience of a saint and I should totally send her flowers. And vodka.

But how am I supposed to know these things? I thought I try the dress on and go buy bras after that, and I honestly thought they were a standard length and stuff. I swear to God, if anyone of my friends ever gets married I'm making them a rulebook about these things. And I only get how embarrassing I am after I blurt things out in the air.

And a while ago Sami called. Since my stitches should be removed the day after they come home, and there's no way I'm traveling to Turku on the day he arrives home, we talked about if Tapsa could do it because he has received the proper medical training. Sami told me we wouldn't have to get the scalpel you normally use for these things because scissors would work equally well. After I painted him a vivid scenario of what would happen if anyone tried to come at me with kitchen utencils and a pitchfork, he sighed "I knew I shouldn't have told you in advance."

...because I probably couldn't tell the difference between pliers and a scalpel anyway.

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...As A Kite.

2008-06-25T16:15:06Z

I was soooooo nervous.

My morning began with me waking up to the bass of Joni's music at about 6ish. Since I rarely sleep over at my parents house anymore, I think he didn't come to think of how INSANE BASS might wake me in the room next to his. And I guess I have grown to be somewhat of an adult too, because instead of running around in circles in his room, screaming "GAAAAAAAAAH!" and choking him to illustrate my point, I waited for a moment if it would stop, and when it didn't, I asked him to "please turn that shit off because the bass goes all the way through the house". Joni, also apparently having hit adulthood, aswered: "okay. But please don't call it shit".

Me, ever the lady, restrained the animal in me that wanted to run inside his room, gather all technological instruments remotely related to music, carry them to the backyard and hit them with large sticks, and gave him an "mmh." So the first good thing this morning was that I got an encouraging text message from one of my friends, which was very thoughtful of her and incredibly nice for me. Even if she technically did wish the nurses luck in handling me.

From there on it didn't go so well either. I went to the hospital, and they loaded me up with diazepam, which didn't calm me down at all because the thought of needles makes my brain curl up in a corner and reach for its stuffed bear. The IV-drip, not nice either, but from there on it was smooth sailing. The anesthesiologist came, introduced himself, and when I countered with "Hi, I'm terrified. I mean Jenni", inserted 3 milliliters of what was probably sunshine, glitter and my little pony combined. I remember him giving me a spinal, which was nice, because at that point, everything was nice. I have never before experienced InstaDrunk (because that is what they should call it, no matter what it is called now), but I laughed all the way to the OR. And when I discovered that I was laughing for no apparent reason, I started laughing at my laughter. Noticing the nurse, I thought it would be important to let her know that I was not laughing at her, but at the mere thought of laughter.

"I think I might be a bit high"

"Oh honey, as a kite."

Everything went well, and I have a little less tendon in my knee to bug me at night, they flushed the knee with whatever you use to flush these things, and it isn't even sore. Yet.

And this evening Sami called:
"I just wanted to wish you good luck to your operation tomorrow!"
"Yeah... thanks... I had it this morning"
"Crap."

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