50 shades of grey

Day 3 of hang over today. I dream of disappearing and going to my country house. The problem is the dog, who would look after him? But imagine walking in the forest and not have to think about anything. Bliss.

Woolly has adopted one of my gift. The elephant. Who knew that would turn out to be the best gift. W absolutely loves it. If loves means trying to kill and bite. A 50 shades of grey kind of love. Fitting looking at the vision in grey this picture is.

My flowers keep looking more and more amazing. I love them. Not of the Woolly kind but of the ‘they make me happy every time I see them’ kind.

Ol finishing his dinner and Wool guarding underneath for any scraps of goodness. Standard. A normal Monday night in other words. Im pretty happy with that, I want as little excitement as possible when my body is dealing with the last residues of alcohol.

Being 33!

33! Yes, it happened. Today, I feel about 10 years older, I blame that on the beer.

When the clock struck midnight i opened my gift from F coming all the way from Canada. Singing hamster card, summer nail polish and the coolest lens case ever. Great way to mini start your birthday weekend (yes, it was a full weekend of awesome)

Saturday morning I woke and heard Oliver pottering around outside the door. After an hour he came in an gave me the best bday tray…

 

Semla and a skagen sandwich. Cant get better than that.

Or can it?

Well, it can!! When you get a jacket you have dreamed of…

and a trip to Iceland (the country, not the store even if Ol have painted the store in the left corner. It would have been slightly shit, and hilarious, if it was the shop.)

After a lazy morning it rang on the door and a lovely bouquet got delivered from my parents.

 
I sniffed my flowers, got dressed, walked to the park with Woolly and then headed down to Brew Dog to meet up my friends.

 2 weeks to go Kix was there with a bag full of swag for my party later. Glasses, glowsticks, sweeties, an elephant (of course, Robins conribution), bunny ears, an shot (egg) clock. Anything a girl could need.

 Spending the afternoon in a craft beer pub I drank my way through most of what the menu had to offer. 10% beer – yes please!

These boys were the first to arrive. Robin not drinking in support of Kix but Seb was my wing man through the night.

 Woolly wasnt too sure about my Elephant. ‘I bite you weird thing’

More people showed up. Tommy and Charlotte from Unibet crew plus Danny and Jon, Kirsten, Tommy and Elin with Anthony and Elias, Andrei, Ben and Candice and Georgia. I was a very lucky girl indeed.

 Oliver had arranged for a beautiful cake to be delivered

 and i was this happy being sung for. This is the true birthday face of a happy girl.

 We were there for 9 hours hanging, drinking, skipping dinner and dancing. As any birthday of mine should be.

 A very fitting misspelling. Olskling (beerling). You could say that is what I was.

 My toys from Kix and Robin was of course used and people were wearing bunny ears

 Fancy glasses

 and I played the harmonica for Roxy who wasnt too impressed. She got no sense of culture that one.

All in all a perfect birthday and im very happy to have all of these amazing people in my life. Yesterday was a very tired day and even today i can feel the effects of turning 33. I guess being 33 is why i still feel shit today.

Happy birthday to me (soon)

Tomorrow is my birthday. Yup, another year older. I will get drunk in a pub and dance. Standard. Yesterday I felt all sad being stuck in bed and realising that most of my friends cant come (downside of Valentines bday in the middle of cold season) and had a rant about ‘no one can ever come to my bday’. Which is not true, Ive had some awesome ones through the years.

  • From my earlier years all through school my mum sent me off with a box of those gelatin, sugary hearts for my class mates. I hated everything pink and heart shaped. Except those sweets. I remember mum making a plat with flowers a different colours for one birthday. I felt so pretty.
  • Getting older and turning 18 with my friends at home, having a bday party with my friend Linda in our flat. Someone stole money from peoples coats, still dont know who it was. I was a tiny bit in love with a guy I cant remember the name off but he was very sweet and had kind brown eyes.
  • For my 20th Steffi threw me a surprise party where I was blindfolded for a day of laser games, beer drinking at then got a cake in my face. I smelled so bad by the end of the day I wasn’t allowed in the club. Chrisse and Kristofer gave me a bottle of wine with a home made sticker on. I loved it.
  • At 22 I was dressed as heroinist for a crime themed ‘sittining’ in Lund were Julia wasnt allowed in to the club being an activist with a brick in her hand. I had 40 of my closest friends there and felt like i owned the world.
  • At 23 I was dressed up as Marge Simpson after Magnus threw me a surprise cartoon themed party. He was a smurf. There was a picture on the nightclub homepage on me sitting on the bar with blue all around my mouth.
  • At 25 Sanna and me had a big party for 80 people at Bygdegarden in Tystberga. It was a snow storm and people almost didnt make it. But they did and both Sanna and me got so drunk we can barely remember anything from the night.
 
It was 1920th theme and Filippa and Sussie had a speech for us where we had to dress up in all the party clothes from Lund. 
  • At 26 I had a bday party at home. My sister came with Nisse for the beginning and then we got drunk in Maggies flat. Filippa and Sanna painted their teeth with nail polish and we went out partying all night.
  • At 27 i had a party in my flat in Soder. Sanna ate an entire chilli and we were so loud the neighbors kept complaining into the morning. 
  • Turning 28 I had just moved to London and I barely knew anyone. But, we had dinner at St Lucia and I got sung for and a gigantic bottle of shots in Whiskey Mist. Sanna and Bella came over and i didnt feel so alone.
  • 29 and I got dumped a week before my birthday. Elin and me went to Bath and then I had a 90’s party in West Ken Mansions
  •  The big 30! Oliver gave me a lovely bracelet, I celebrated in a pub with my friends, bella came over and she and Elin threw me a surprise party in a pub.

  •  31 (going past 30 starts being painful…). Ol and Kix threw me a Unicorn party!! Pretty. Fucking. Epic. (and yeah, Ive had 4 surprise parties through the years. Love my friends!)

 Ok, looking through all of this I must admit that maybe it isnt so crap having your birthday on Valentines. Maybe its pretty fucking amazing when you have he friends I have.

Im ready for you 33!!

Home alone (not)

Home in bed. Feeling positively shit and got told off by Oliver when I tried to do a ‘Malle Munthe’ and go into work anyway. So, bed. 

My little squidlings. Woolly is in bed with me at the moment. He is pretty happy I’m sick. Oliver is kind of also in bed with me, he sends all of his important work emails dressed solely in pants. 

He fed me and took care of me yesterday. Here very colourful clementines. You need that when sick. C-vitamin. 

The little family in bed (woolly is trying to eat Oliver’s nose) 

Now full focus on getting better for Saturday. Most of my friends are off being Valentin-y but that won’t stop me celebrating in style. 

Dream a little dream of me

Oliver has taken some amazing pictures from the last couple of weeks again. I love seeing our lives through his eyes rather than mine which are mostly focused on friends and fun. His are a bit better at seeing the beauty all around him.

Only a couple of days more to my birthday. Trying to get the plans together. Hard on Valentines Day. It will be pub and dinner and im mostly just dreaming of spending time with friends. Its easy, just get them together and get them drunk.

Time goes fast, but slow at the same time. Like a drop falling in slow mo. You know its moving really fast but if you look at it it looks suspended in time. I want summer to come but at the same time I wish I could stop time a bit, to think. Me and Oliver are talking about a future where we move to LA and live in a big glass house.

Had a cinnamon bun this morning, it tasted like summer days, scraped knees, hay in your hair and lake swimming.

The Mamas & The Papas – Dream A Little Dream Of Me – Album Version With Introduction

A day in the sun

After a late night with work on Friday (yes, drank jagerbombs and lost my jacket) and a somewhat meaningless day on Saturday – mostly bed even if I managed to go down and meet Unibet crew, it was nice to walk to Chiswick Park on Sunday for a long walk in the sun.

It felt like spring in the air and I took photos of the snow drops. Its been a cold February so far so it was amazing seeing the sun. Its going to happen people.

It was all sunny and pretty and Woolly was on a rampage through the forest bits. Ol and me followed realising that our dog couldn’t care less what we were doing.

‘Hey guys, nice to see you. Bye!’

After pizza at Franco Manca and a cup of tea at Kixs and Robins these two monsters fell asleep on the sofa like the bestest friends they are. ❤

Women can!

Got a text from Ol asking why i havent updated my blog and at the same time Jules asked me how my hangover was doing. Im live and kicking guys 🙂

Ol also sent trough some pictures of powerful women in business. Love these pictures, the women are allowed to be pictured as a man would, without having to prettify them and reduce them to objects. They look so powerful, amazing and look like they can take over the world. They look like someone who doesnt make excuses for themselves and who eat men for breakfast.

Being at ICE on Wednesday it struck me how little women there is in my industry. 80% there was men and of the 20% women 10% were in skimpy outfits promoting some brand to all of those men. It makes me sad, couldnt shut up about it to all those men in suits at the after party.

My old boss looked at me and said ‘well, do something about it’ and I will god dammit. Cant speak for anyone else but I will prove them wrong by getting a good position and still have a family (the only female bosses i have had here are childless in their 40’s).

On that note, it was communicated yesterday that my company have sold part of the business to a Canadian company and I will start working for them. Of 8 senior people being transferred I was the only woman. Go me!