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It’s a New Year!

Well, duh, you might wanna say. I wanna say HAPPY NEW YEAR and may 2014 be the best so far! I’m back in Portland now after a wonderful, but yet too short visit with my family and friends in Norway. I miss them incredibly much.

December went by so fast. Thanksgiving swept by like a breeze, then all of a sudden everything was decorated for Good Ole Yule – lit trees, stars everywhere, and huge sparkly Christmas trees. When I walked the streets of the city I looked around and just couldn’t believe that I’ve lived here for nearly 9 months already. I love my job, but of course – when there is a vacay scheduled, that’s about all you can think of.

So how did we ring in the New Year? With lots of champagne, paper crowns, role play and singing. We’re a silly crew, but I love my friends. They are amazing! We had a little party up in the attic at my folk’s house. The fireworks were incredible. To be honest, we have the best view in the entire town (village…) of Sykkylven. We hugged, took lots of pics, mom and dad were there as well, the cats had escaped to the woods and by dawn – all the girls had teared up stockings, runny makeup (I did for sure) and already faded memories of 2013.

I don’t have any resolutions.. well, I do, but I don’t want to write them down. I will tell you when (or if) I succeed ūüôā

Some pics from NYE (bad quality ahead):




Some photos from home

This is Sykkylven, Norway, where I grew up. I love coming home and just enjoy being lazy. It’s really peaceful here ūüôā

The view from our kitchen window.

The view from our kitchen window.

We don't drive, we use the spark!

We don’t drive, we use the spark!

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But… in other news, who’s excited about the Oscars?!?!?!?! I am!! But since I’m on the other side of the globe, I have to stay up all night to watch it. As much as I love me some glitz and glam and movie appreciations, I’m not sure if I’m willing to sacrifice a good night’s sleep. We’ll see. Anyhow, my votes go to: Best picture – Lincoln, Best leading actor – Daniel Day-Lewis, Best leading actress – Jennifer Lawrence, Best supporting actor – Christoph Waltz, Best supporting actress – Anne Hathaway, Best writing/screenplay directly to the screen – Quentin Tarantino, Best foreign film – Amour, Best soundtrack – ADELE¬†for Skyfall!!!! ‚̧


Hola or “hei, hei” Norway!

I made it safe and sound, and I’m typing this from my childhood bedroom, which sadly has become¬†my mom’s storing facility for everything. I’m tempted to notify TLC’s “Hoarders”, but at least I can find my bed still (And no, by no means is my mom a hoarder, she just doesn’t like to throw away stuff. She does, whoever, keep things neat and tidy). Except for my room. Oh well. I always love it here. Serenity, peace, stunning nature, no gun freaks and far away from this loco. Speaking of the latter, can Coulter’s Doc prescribe some fitting meds? Or perhaps modify the ones she’s on? Or better yet, a solitary confinement unit at the nearest nut house sounds fine! O lord, major digression.

Aigh, aight. I’m beyond tired. More details on my trip to come, folks!

Home sweet home!

Home sweet home!

Trying to look casual for my selfie, but looks like a freaky verson of Uncle Traveling Matt. You're welcome.

Exhausted at my layover in Copenhagen. Hoping a stiff one will perk me up.Trying to look casual for my selfie, but¬†I look¬†like a freaky verson of Uncle Traveling Matt. You’re welcome.



Happy hump day!

Or happy Wine Wednesday, whatever you prefer. Just stopping by to tell you all that I’m alive and well. Sorry for the lack of blogging, but I’ve been busier than usual with stuff I’m not going to bore you with. Right now I’m enjoying a glass of crisp, cold pinot¬†grigio after a visit to the local Chinese restaurant that just had their grand opening with the new owner. I think the whole city was there, including the mayor and his entourage. The new owner, by the way, was nowhere to be seen. He was busy cooking for a whole village all by his lonesome.

I’ve got a lot happening in the next few weeks, including a trip to my beloved homeland, Norway! Can’t wait to see my family and friends again! Yay! My combi card, proudly issued by USCIS arrived in the mail yesterday, so I’m once again one step closer to become a permanent PERMANENT resident of these glorious states.

Callie, my sweet foster dog is with me right now, and she wants y’all to know that she wants her FOREVER home, like stat! She’s tired of shuttling between the shelter and this house, even though she loves it here. So if you know someone who needs a faithful and feisty K9 companion, look no further. Callie is ready.


What Christmas means to me

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First of all, if you haven’t already figured it out, I’m Norwegian, so (duh) my traditions vary enormously from what you Americans call Christmas. No offense. I love me some fat jolly Santa just as the next person. OK, here it goes. We open our presents on Christmas Eve! That’s right! We’re all dressed in our gayest gear and eat dinner precisely at 5 pm, because that’s when the church bells declare it is at last the holy hour of Christmas.

But before then it’s a tradition to sit in your PJs eating candy watching:


OMG. This is the ULTIMATE Christmas flick, just ask any girl born in the 80’s or later. It’s a Czech movie originally titled¬†”¬†Tri or√≠sky¬†pro Popelku“, which is dubbed in Norwegian by an old man so all the kids can understand it. It’s basically a “modern” (how modern is 1973, anyways?) take on Cinderella, where the protagonist finds three nuts, which each will fulfill her wishes. Needless to say, it has a happy ending where her prince whisks her away on a horse. Awwwww.

And so, after too much candy and TV, we clean up and don our festive clothes. No jeans or crocs allowed, shame on you.
In my family, this is what we eat:

Oh, it's glorious. Lamb ribs, mashed rutabaga, potatoes, sausage, sauerkraut and red cabbae. Image

Oh, it’s glorious. Lamb ribs, mashed rutabaga, potatoes, sausage, sauerkraut and red cabbage. Image

When we enter the house and face this smell, we all shed a tear, because it is, after all, Christmas once again. Yumm!

After about three hours of eating, drinking, discussing, shouting, taking pictures and making sure the cats don’t tear down the trees, the “grown-ups” do the dishes while the children impatiently¬†wait for the big event – to open the presents! After we serve coffee and cake (and some brandy, cough, cough) we open the gifts, one by one, to endless “aaaws” and “oohs”. This usually lasts way into the a.m, but it’s so worth it and I love it. I wish I could be home this Christmas because I have been away for too many, but next year, my dear family, I will be there. With bells on!

Home sweet home!

Home sweet home!

The paperwork NEVER ends

Oh, the irony. I can’t remember if I’ve written this before or not, my blogging these days is anything but punctual. However, to make a long story short – the day after I set my wobbly feet back on US soil I got a letter from our attorney. Jamie had been granted his Norwegian visa. Earth, please: shake, crack and spit me, for I can take no more. Let me remind you, we struggled for two freaking years to get that decision. We thought all hope was lost, not literally, but for the time being, and we needed a change. So I quit my job, sold our furniture, moved the rest of our belongings back to mom and dad, and decided to head west once again. Tada! And then, THEN, on the other side of the world, sans jobs and a crib, Norway decided they wanted us after all. Well, tough shit.

We’ll go back one day, of course. But right now, we’re back to scratch, filling out the paperwork for the alien (that would be me). And some of the questions I need to answer YES or No to, sound like these,

“Do you intend to engage in the United States in espionage?”

“Have you ever ordered, incited, called for, committed, assisted, helped with, or otherwise participated in …. acts involving torture or genocide?”

Why, yes. Is that going to be a problem? Kidding.

Jokes aside, I’m looking forward to the day Jamie and I can live “normally” (what’s normal, anyways?) without having to file applications and applications in order to live like a married couple on the same continent without some bizarre deadline looming.

Humble as pie

Just a few words from me on this Labor Day…. I’m grateful. No, I know this is not Thanksgiving, I’m merely saying that I am thankful. Thankful¬†that I once¬†¬†again was granted the opportunity to travel across the world, to live and work somewhere completely different from where I was born and raised. It’s a very peculiar situation that moment you realize just how different¬†those two worlds are. Far away from a rich society where everything is about buying and showing off to one where the economy is in the gutter, and the ever-so-friendly clerk at the grocery store smiles while he bags your groceries for you, even though he couldn’t afford to take the weekend off to do something fun, because he just didn’t have enough money to make the bus trip to Eugene, even if it was “only” two dollars and 50 cents.