Hairy Dog

I find myself avoiding this blog.

If I decide to write a post, it would mean having to think, write and actually form sentences. Then I'd have to go through all my photos on a tiny little laptop, to find the two I want to actually present to the world. To illustrate my point.

I don't have a point.
Not yet anyway, they're all jumbled together, looking like those hairy dogs that have hair in front of their eyes at all times. I feel like one of those dogs right now.

A little more than I'd like to admit, actually.

Autumn - while waiting for spring

My favourite photo from October.

I loved how the flowers stood their ground for weeks, born from bud to flower when it should have been too cold, when reason said they should have frozen. They grew, sensing winter coming, not ready to give up their colours but holding their little heads high.. before finally succumbing to the frost, the cold and the darkness.

Norwegian what?

I heard a new term today and innocent as I am I expected it to be something nice, something clean, something... innocent.

Norwegian nasty - When an erect male penis is inserted into a female's ass, and afterwards the male proceeds to receive oral sex from the woman.

I just gave that girl a mean Norwegian nasty.

Urbandictionary.com seems to have a lot of terms starting with "Norwegian" these days;

Norwegian culture - A perfectly valid excuse for punching someones testicles.

Norwegian massage - a woman massaging another woman without using her hands

Norwegian goggles - An act of shame committed upon a passed out person, where the perpetrator places his hairy naked scrotum upon the closed eyes of the victim. This must be performed while facing the victim's feet, so that the penis will naturally fall upon their nose in a manner resembling the nose guard of traditional viking helmets.

I'm sensing a theme here...

The Mysterious Jeans

My mother came storming down the stairs and into my room a few days ago. She was all serious like and demanded to know if I'd had a guy in my room the previous night.

Now, you may wonder what brought this on, as I did, since my parents are not very likely to mind if there had been a guy in my room. But there had not. Then where did the jeans come from?

My mother had been folding clothes when she found a pair of jeans which did not belong to anyone in the house. Whose were they? The most entertaining solution my mother could think of was that there had been a guy in my room and I'd kicked him out in the middle of the night.

I said that might have been fun, but sorry, it didn't happen. My mother did not give up, instead she asked if this guy was someone I didn't want to see again (or admit to be seeing). I told her the truth,

"Mum, I think that if I'd kicked a guy out in the middle of the night, without his pants on, in half a meter of snow and -17C (1.4F), it's more likely that he's the one who won't be wanting to see me again."

At that, she could no longer keep a straight face. She did really wonder where the jeans came from though, perhaps we have a flasher in our midst?

2010

Since last..

• December
• Baking cookies
• Gingerbread houses
• Decorations
• Family
• Christmas
• Snow
  
• Presents
• New Year

That's about it.

Currently I'm a little bummed out to find there's a show about the most important economic news in Norway of the past year.

And just bummed out in general about life.. in general.

2009 wasn't all that, 2010 is a brand new year full of blank pages.
I wonder what I'll fill them with.