mandag 23. april 2012

Signe is trying something she know nothing about..

Yes, dear reader.
Sometimes I get a craving and I go get me some ingrediences and go make myself a helloffa meal.
Like today.

Pork sirloin wrapped in bacon with french fries, corn and bearnaise sauce. MmmmMMmmmMMM!

But here is the thing... I don't know how to cook this.
So.. Google is you friend, right?

It started like this..

and the end result is this:

Can I cook, or can I cook?

And ofcourse.. Afterwards... I looked like this:

So much and nothing at all.

You know that feeling.. When it feels that you have a thousand things to do? But when you try to pin down what is is, you can't remember one.singel.thing to do?

I'm having that feeling right now, but in a somewhat different way. I really have a thousand things to do.
Get a new hose to my biketire, get myself a runningbelt, buy a new bikini for my vacation, get a tan before my vacation etc etc. So much to do, and not enough time. *sigh*

I want a slave. You know. A person I just can give money, a list and send him away on shopping. "Do this, do that". Pretty please?

It has been a while since last. I bet no one is wondering on how things have been. :P
My hair is longer. I have to dye it again. It tickles me on my shoulder now. Strange feeling.

I said "hello" to my stomach muscles today. I have a twopack. Haha. It is progress. My goal was not even a twopack, so I'm genuin happy here.
My next measuring is the 6th of May. We'll see, we'll see. Im exited. Are you? :P

Ok, I can't hold it in anymore. I've tried. But right now, I'm dead tired, exhausted and most of all; I'm sick and tired.

ABB. You are weak. You are a mouse. A frighten mouse. You can't call yourself brave. If you were brave, you wouldn't have wanted or waited for someone else to pull the trigger on you. If you were brave, you would have pulled the god damn trigger yourself. You are nothing. I'm not afraid of you anymore. These last few days, the image you built up. It has fallen... And it burned. Now.. It is ash. I now see you as the insecure little dirtbag you are. The lies, the faces. It has all revealed to us how you feel. And you are afraid. And you know what? I feed on that fear. I do not know exactly WHAT you are afraid of. I just know that you are afraid, and that makes me smile. There is nothing more left of you. We will move on, and forget. In 20 years, we will remember the names of the people that lost their lives, but we will not remember YOUR name. Do you know what that means?

You lost.

tirsdag 10. april 2012

Self Bragging.

This is a self bragging post. Soo, if you don't like people who brag about themselfes, move along.

At January the 3th 2012 I wrote this in my journal:
- Tummy: 101 cm
- Thigh: R, 62 L, 60
- But: 104 cm
- Overarm: R, 31 L, 30
- Underarm: R, 24 L, 26
- Chest: 101 cm.

Weight: 69 kg.

At April the 6th 2012 I wrote this:
- Tummy: 93 cm
- Thigh: R, 59 L, 57
- But: 103 cm
- Overarm: R, 30 L, 30
- Underarm: R, 26 L, 26
- Chest: Not measured.

Weigth: 67,1 kg

So... Overall..
Tummy: lost 8 cm
Thigh: lost R, 3 cm and L, 3 cm
But: lost 1 cm
Overarm: lost R, 1 cm and L, 0 cm
Underarm: gained 2 cm and lost 0 cm.
Weight: Lost 1,9 kg.

Yey me!

torsdag 5. april 2012


What is the point with gardens?

I mean... Sometimes, they look good. But do you know how much work there is behind that beautiful garden?

I was outside yesterday and was... what is the english word for it? *google translate* oh.. It was, was it.. Oh yeah.. I was outside and rake'd(?) in the garden. But this garden of mine has been neglected for many numbers of years, so it is soooo much work. And I don't know where to effin start!

The grass... Well. I'll give it a few years. To come back, that is. It is just moss... Like in the forrest, you know? Lack of sunshine..

The trees that was the sunshine blocker is gone, but it will be some time before the grass can grow again. And where it was trees, it is now bush.. No, not George Bush. But buuuuuuuush. Alot of it.
It is so effin tempting to get the chainsaw and just cut it all down.

Chainsaw... Not bad... Hmmm. This needs to have some consideration.

The bush. Will be gone. In one way or another.

No.. Not George, I'd tell ya. The weedsbushes... *Curses hard in good ol' norwegian*