Things you may or may not know about me.

I used to have a birthmark behind one of my ears. I forget which. It began to grow, and I had it removed. I could hear the scissors snip and feel the pressure against my skull. The birthmark was benign.

I am terribly afraid of snakes and I seriously dislike frogs. Their heads and eyes scare me.

I once had a gekko crawl up my bare leg during worship in a Sunday morning service.

I am afraid of open water and therefore too afraid to scuba dive and snorkel too far from the shore.

I could live on bread and cheese alone. Add the odd ham or salami and that would be nice too.

I sometimes think that if horses understood their amazing strength, they would never let anyone ride them.

I love being a mother. I love being needed. I love being the one they call for when they are sick, hurting or feeling sad. I hate it when I can't make them feel better. I worry a little about what will happen to me when they grow up and move away.

I am terrible at making gravy.

I look up to my mother. I believe I see her flaws, but her qualities far outshine them all, and if I could only be half the woman she is, I will be a good woman.

I sometimes cry because I cannot imagine ever living without my husband. I sometimes suddenly become afraid that something will happen to him.

An update on my hormones.

On my other page, Vineyardwomen, I wrote a post titled A hormonal post... or I want to be healed, sharing about my PMD/PMS problems.

Just to let you know, I haven't given up on being healed. I am still asking God to show me this grace, but instead of sitting om my hands and letting this affect my family even more, I have recently had a conversation with my doctor. She turned out to be very understanding, she didn't question me at all on my own judgement (which is something I always expect people to do - must be the hard-to-kill pessimist inside me), and she actually had a plan to help me.

So now, I am back on the pill - yes, the wonderful little white birth control pill that I have desperately tried to avoid for many years now! And ironically, theres not a chance that I will become pregnant, as my hubby has taken well care of that. But there are benefits to that... if I miss a pill, it won't really matter much!

But the pill is supposed to stabilise my hormones, making my mood swings flatten out and hopefully, let me remain calm, peaceful and happy. Currently, I am getting used to the routine of remembering the pills every night, and living with the nausea they give me.

I will be taking these pills for a 3 month period, after which I will return to my doctor for a follow up. If they aren't giving me the help I need, there are always "happy pills", as we so delicately calls them in Danish. These are antidepressants, and although that sounds very drastic, I must keep in mind that my mood swings are also very dramatic.

But please, keep praying for me - there's no doubt that I need it!

Excuses students make...

I did it because he/she/they told me to. Often referring to really stupid incidents such as saying bad words to older students (who then punish by hitting or pushing)

My dog ate it. Yes. I have actually seen the remnants of partially eaten homework.

My little brother tore up my books. This is true as well.

I am leaving school early today because of a wedding. I am going to be picked up by a limo, and I am also going to fly in a helicopter. 

And my all time favorite:

I wasn't in school last week because I didn't have any clean underwear left.

A lovely little shop

Hasse and I went into Copenhagen for a brunch this friday. After eating, I convinced Hasse to go with me to a store that I've wanted to visit for a long time - Rockahula on Istedgade 91 (www.rockahula.dk)

Rockahula was, unfortunately, closed (note to self... check the opening hours next time!) I was hoping to try on a dress like this one (would it be suitable for a picninc wedding in a park?):

A lovely candlestick from Girlie Hurly.

Anyways... since the store was closed, we walked around a bit and I dragged him into Girlie Hurly (Istedgade 99, www.girliehurly.dk)

Although the shop is, as the name indicates, very girlie, I actually think he enjoyed it a little bit... but he proabably won't spend a lot in there.... I, on the other hand, could go broke in such a place:

Wouldn't you just love to wake up with this clock? From Girlie Hurly too.

From Girlie Hurly - a piece of sunshine!

A perfect picture for the kitchen! Of course, from Girlie Hurly.

Lord of the Rings rerun

Hasse and I have recently begun watching Lord of the Ring (extended version, mind you) - again. I don't think we will ever tire of these movies. We have our favorite scenes, aswell as our favorite characters. It is impossible not to love Aragorn and Arwen, Frodo and Sam, and in the second movie - The Two Towers - even Smeagol calls on our pity at the least!

In The Two Towers, we come across one of my absolutely favorite characters - Éowyn. Niece to King Théoden of Rohan, she stays loyal to her country and king despite the treachory of Grima Wormtongue, who, by the way, has the hots for the fair maiden!
Fair she is - but don't be decieved - she knows how to swing a sword and defend herself! And I get  goosebumps  everytime I hear her answer to Aragorns question of what she fears... she fears wasting her time, never rising to the occasion and making a difference! She fears being locked behind bars until age makes her useless.

What an attitude!

If you know the rest of the story, you also know that she does rise to the occasion, and that she plays a vital part in the ending of the story. If you don't know the story, then please... read the books or see the movies!

Garden gnomes in housekeeping?

Days like today leave me wishing that there was a garden gnome center, where you could order a nice little garden and/or housekeeping gnome to come live with you. Wouldn't that be neat?

I'm beat - it's been a long day, so I am leaving the dishes in the sink, the laundry unfolded, my teeth unflossed and my lunchpack unpacked. It's time to unthink the day, unwind the stress and unwake my body.

Sleep tight. Don't let the bedbugs bite!

Time changes things.

It's been snowing. Finally. I woke up sunday morning to the most beautiful, fat tufts of snow quietly falling from the sky. Sigh. Why wasn't december like this? And why don't we have more peaceful mornings like this?

As parents, our mornings have for so long been scheduled. Everyone with small kids knows that saturday and sunday mornings are the best for waking up early and watching cartoons. It was great when the girls learned how to turn on the tv themselves. That would keep them occupied for a while. But then always came the one request (more like a mix between a direct command and a cat whining) for breakfast. "I'm huuuungry" just cannot be ignored!

Now the the two oldest sleep in every chance they get. We get up before they do on saturdays and sundays. And I always enjoy it slightly when they, somehow disgruntled, complain that we don't eat breakfast together anymore! Because now I'm the whining cat demanding breakfast while they are still cuddled up under the blankets.

Funny how time changes things.