Six shoppingbags later this is the result. Could use a bit of further weading, but for now, I'm content.
söndag 1 april 2012
torsdag 22 mars 2012
Inspired or just temporarily insane?
Inspired by Joshua Millburn’s post on the minimalists, I’ve decided to give myself a new project, or rather, I’ve finally gathered the courage to tackle a problem I’ve been postponing for some time. (Thank you Joshua for the inspiration to do so!)
In June last year, when I bought the old house I’ve renovated, I decided the house would embrace minimalism. We happily didn’t plan for a kitchen table or dining area, discarded the idea of a living room table in front of the sofa, planned to only keep a bed and a closet in the bedroom, and all those thing has worked out great. During the spring I had cluttered my kitchen and my living room, gotten rid of tons of paperwork and photos, old DVDs, CDs and even a large part of my books. We allowed for 3 bookshelves in the new house. Those would have to contain my books, the remaining paperwork, memorabilia and all our electronic gadgets. It looked like this (picture below) until a few weeks ago.
What happened then? I received my order from the book sale, and what do you know...
There’s not enough space for the new entries.
So the new project is this: Clear those shelves up.
Pms should make that a walk in the park. Expect a post with the after picture shortly.
In June last year, when I bought the old house I’ve renovated, I decided the house would embrace minimalism. We happily didn’t plan for a kitchen table or dining area, discarded the idea of a living room table in front of the sofa, planned to only keep a bed and a closet in the bedroom, and all those thing has worked out great. During the spring I had cluttered my kitchen and my living room, gotten rid of tons of paperwork and photos, old DVDs, CDs and even a large part of my books. We allowed for 3 bookshelves in the new house. Those would have to contain my books, the remaining paperwork, memorabilia and all our electronic gadgets. It looked like this (picture below) until a few weeks ago.
What happened then? I received my order from the book sale, and what do you know...
There’s not enough space for the new entries.
(Color-coordinated? Seriously? Sure, why not!? Tried by genre, but that just messed the bookshelves up into a kaleidoscope of colors and sizes)
So the new project is this: Clear those shelves up.
Pms should make that a walk in the park. Expect a post with the after picture shortly.
onsdag 21 mars 2012
onsdag 14 mars 2012
Sommaren 2011
Sommaren 2011, en händelsefull sommar. Tyvärr var jag för speedad av mina njurmediciner för att komma ihåg särskilt mycket av den. Men en del av resultatet av den sommaren omringar mig.
Jag köpte ett hus, oanandes om att min diagnos skulle komma dagen efter och medicineringen påbörjas genast. Trots den, eller kanske mer tack vare den, tog den invändiga renoveringen bara fyra månader. Go, go, go!!
torsdag 24 november 2011
When the past comes back to haunt you
I was grocery shopping when suddenly I caught a glimpse of a once familiar face. There, amidst cucumbers and ripe tomatoes, aided by the second verse of Abbas ”The winner takes it all” blurring out of the speakers, I felt an unusual pang of the past. The long ago, and already lived through, hope, disappointment, resignation and heartache was distilled into a second. During that second my past came back to haunt me, and it was as though all these years since had never been. I felt miserable, sick to my core, once again shivering in the cold backwash of a relationship gone bad.
But as that second passed, and the song continued, so has I. The winner really takes it all, and in this case, I was the unlikely winner. Warmth came flooding back, and with it an enormous gratitude. Gratitude for what once was, cause although at the time hurtful, it helped me evolve and grow as a person. Gratitude for what is: All the bounty in my life; the sense of self, the oh-so-good and loving man, the healthy and happy teenager and the friends that stuck. And gratitude for things yet to come: the making of a harmonious home, the adventures to be had, the laughs, the children, and time spent together.
I was in your arms
Thinking I belonged there
I figured it made sense
Building me a fence
Building me a home
Thinking I'd be strong there
But I was a fool
Playing by the rules
Thinking I belonged there
I figured it made sense
Building me a fence
Building me a home
Thinking I'd be strong there
But I was a fool
Playing by the rules
But as that second passed, and the song continued, so has I. The winner really takes it all, and in this case, I was the unlikely winner. Warmth came flooding back, and with it an enormous gratitude. Gratitude for what once was, cause although at the time hurtful, it helped me evolve and grow as a person. Gratitude for what is: All the bounty in my life; the sense of self, the oh-so-good and loving man, the healthy and happy teenager and the friends that stuck. And gratitude for things yet to come: the making of a harmonious home, the adventures to be had, the laughs, the children, and time spent together.
I bought the rest of my veggies with a smile on my face, despite the depressing chorus.
onsdag 9 november 2011
LCHF
Until recently I had never been on the receiving end of prejudice, being a young, fairly smart Caucasian woman in the very equal rights Finland. But since turning my life into a path that has not only made me healthier and thinner (OK, not quite there yet, but I’m slimming down as we speak) that has certainly changed. It’s unusual to say the least, being the recipient of so much disbelief, disdain and even down-right patronizing amusement.
I’ve always been interested in psychology, and have always made an effort to try to get what motivates other people. Making the conscious effort of putting myself in someone else's shoes has made me get along and understand even the people that others tend to shy away from. Recently that desk-knowledge has been given a hard run of practice.
During the last couple of years I’ve grown more and more tired. Being only 33 years old, I should be hitting the peek of my life, right?! Instead, I was heading in the other direction. How many grown women do you know that naps for 1-1,5h every day? Not many I’d bet. Overweight has followed me since my daughters birth 12 years ago, and during the years my fat and my body turned into BFF:s. I was constantly exhausted, stressed out of my mind and I felt like a complete failure not being able to give my family the attention they deserve . In June 2011 you could say I was woken up. Abruptly.
Health, an illusive little word you never think about until it’s gone, made me rethink my way of living, and consequently also my eating habits. One of my favorite quotes, recently discovered, is: ” Insanity: doing the same thing over and over again and expecting different results.” (or something to that effect) So instead of listening to the same experts and doctors that were supposed to know what to do, and instead thinking outside the pre-approved box of norms and health advice, I found LCHF.
The results haven’t kept me waiting. I’m loosing weight and gaining equilibrium, feeling fuller and more alert than since, well, as far back as I can remember. Noticing my changed eating habits the questions started - And when given the answer, so did the prejudice.
I realize that hearing that something one has believed in for an entire lifetime (fat is bad) is a downright lie (fat is good, carbohydrates are pure evil) your first reaction is to fervently protect your way of life, your view of the world. We’re only humans after all and the reaction was to be expected. But, if one hasn’t done the research oneself, all I ask is that one at least considers the possibility that maybe one could be wrong. By the reactions I’ve had, varying from utter and profound disbelief to partial recognition mixed with a sad attempt at reconciling both worlds, giving up on old unproven dogmas is sadly surprisingly hard for most of us.
Sincerely,
Pepsi-Mama
I’ve always been interested in psychology, and have always made an effort to try to get what motivates other people. Making the conscious effort of putting myself in someone else's shoes has made me get along and understand even the people that others tend to shy away from. Recently that desk-knowledge has been given a hard run of practice.
During the last couple of years I’ve grown more and more tired. Being only 33 years old, I should be hitting the peek of my life, right?! Instead, I was heading in the other direction. How many grown women do you know that naps for 1-1,5h every day? Not many I’d bet. Overweight has followed me since my daughters birth 12 years ago, and during the years my fat and my body turned into BFF:s. I was constantly exhausted, stressed out of my mind and I felt like a complete failure not being able to give my family the attention they deserve . In June 2011 you could say I was woken up. Abruptly.
Health, an illusive little word you never think about until it’s gone, made me rethink my way of living, and consequently also my eating habits. One of my favorite quotes, recently discovered, is: ” Insanity: doing the same thing over and over again and expecting different results.” (or something to that effect) So instead of listening to the same experts and doctors that were supposed to know what to do, and instead thinking outside the pre-approved box of norms and health advice, I found LCHF.
The results haven’t kept me waiting. I’m loosing weight and gaining equilibrium, feeling fuller and more alert than since, well, as far back as I can remember. Noticing my changed eating habits the questions started - And when given the answer, so did the prejudice.
I realize that hearing that something one has believed in for an entire lifetime (fat is bad) is a downright lie (fat is good, carbohydrates are pure evil) your first reaction is to fervently protect your way of life, your view of the world. We’re only humans after all and the reaction was to be expected. But, if one hasn’t done the research oneself, all I ask is that one at least considers the possibility that maybe one could be wrong. By the reactions I’ve had, varying from utter and profound disbelief to partial recognition mixed with a sad attempt at reconciling both worlds, giving up on old unproven dogmas is sadly surprisingly hard for most of us.
Sincerely,
Pepsi-Mama
tisdag 23 augusti 2011
41Q
Din personlighetstyp:
Bestämda och uppriktiga. Födda ledare. Utomordentlig förmåga att förstå övergripande organisatoriska problem och finna hållbara lösningar. Intelligenta och allmänbildade, ofta mycket bra talare. Värderar kunskap och kompetens och har inget överseende med ineffektivitet eller dåligt organiserad verksamhet.
Karriärer som skulle kunna passa dig:
Företagsledare, VD:ar, organisationsgrundare, affärsföreståndare, chefer, entreprenörer, domare, advokater, jurister, datakonsulter, universitetslärare, politiker, kreditrådgivare, fackrepresentanter, marknadschefer, banktjänstemän, systemanalytiker, forskare.
Woooh... Mitt i prick. 41Q är skrämmande. Testa själv här.
"Bestämd och uppriktig" = Sant.
"Har inget överseende med ineffektivitet eller dåligt organiserad verksamhet" = Spot on.
Det som slår mig mest är ändå det att jag låter som världens mest tråkigaste person. Antar det måste finnas såna som oss också...
Bestämda och uppriktiga. Födda ledare. Utomordentlig förmåga att förstå övergripande organisatoriska problem och finna hållbara lösningar. Intelligenta och allmänbildade, ofta mycket bra talare. Värderar kunskap och kompetens och har inget överseende med ineffektivitet eller dåligt organiserad verksamhet.
Karriärer som skulle kunna passa dig:
Företagsledare, VD:ar, organisationsgrundare, affärsföreståndare, chefer, entreprenörer, domare, advokater, jurister, datakonsulter, universitetslärare, politiker, kreditrådgivare, fackrepresentanter, marknadschefer, banktjänstemän, systemanalytiker, forskare.
Woooh... Mitt i prick. 41Q är skrämmande. Testa själv här.
"Bestämd och uppriktig" = Sant.
"Har inget överseende med ineffektivitet eller dåligt organiserad verksamhet" = Spot on.
Det som slår mig mest är ändå det att jag låter som världens mest tråkigaste person. Antar det måste finnas såna som oss också...
måndag 20 juni 2011
Neurotiskt symptom
Sjukhuset, inremedicinska avdelningen.
Finska läkaren:
-Ja, det er ett mucket tudligt neurotiskt symptom.
What?...
-Eeh... försöker du säga att jag är hypokondrisk?
-Nej,nej. Nefrotiskt, glomerulonefrit. Mucket suka njurar. Mycket medicin.
Medans läkaren kutryggat går lös på tangentbordet kan jag inte hjälpa att tycka att det där neurotiska skulle ha varit mycket mera hemvant på nåt sätt. Oh well...
Finska läkaren:
-Ja, det er ett mucket tudligt neurotiskt symptom.
What?...
-Eeh... försöker du säga att jag är hypokondrisk?
-Nej,nej. Nefrotiskt, glomerulonefrit. Mucket suka njurar. Mycket medicin.
Medans läkaren kutryggat går lös på tangentbordet kan jag inte hjälpa att tycka att det där neurotiska skulle ha varit mycket mera hemvant på nåt sätt. Oh well...
fredag 29 april 2011
Empty hallway
You know how they say 'Home is where the heart is'? Well, for me it's more like 'Home is where your hearts are', as in wherever your loved ones are, that's home.
~*~
It's Friday, last day of work. I have the entire weekend for myself. My daughter's off to her dads, boyfriend's staying in Helsinki. Time alone is a precious commodity, and I'm looking forward to it. No pressure, no distractions. Just me and my books and whatever tasks I choose to undertake.
Lonewolf?
Me?
Nah.
Stepping through my front door, I could literally feel that there were no loved ones present. My apartment felt cold and empty, nothing more than bricks and plaster, nothing within the walls able to animate it, give it the feel of home. It was eerie as hell. Probably a bit what stepping into a murder scene must feel like. The evidence of everyday life is there to see; a discarded bowl of yogurt on the living room table, computer softly humming, pieces of teenage clothing scattered over the floor - but no pulse, no heartbeat.
~*~
It's Friday, last day of work. I have the entire weekend for myself. My daughter's off to her dads, boyfriend's staying in Helsinki. Time alone is a precious commodity, and I'm looking forward to it. No pressure, no distractions. Just me and my books and whatever tasks I choose to undertake.
Lonewolf?
Me?
Nah.
Stepping through my front door, I could literally feel that there were no loved ones present. My apartment felt cold and empty, nothing more than bricks and plaster, nothing within the walls able to animate it, give it the feel of home. It was eerie as hell. Probably a bit what stepping into a murder scene must feel like. The evidence of everyday life is there to see; a discarded bowl of yogurt on the living room table, computer softly humming, pieces of teenage clothing scattered over the floor - but no pulse, no heartbeat.
måndag 11 april 2011
Traveling
I hate traveling for work. It might sound like a chance to see the world, but all you really see are the back alleys of whatever hotel you're staying at, and, Oh Yay!: more offices. This is Frankfurt, "behind the scenes".
The master and commander was awaiting my return. Not too pleased with my absence and being cared for by friends of the family, he gave me a glance of utter disapproval and then continued ignoring me.
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