Avgiftskåte staten.

Vi alle som betaler skatt og andre avgifter, vet at staten ikke vil finne på å gjøre noe eller anbefale noe som kan finne på å fjerne noe av sugerøret som de har i lommebøkene våre.

Denne artikkelen er en av de tingene som beviser nettopp det: NRK artikkel

Her snakker vi altså om miljøvennlig drivstoff, som kan brukes av både bensin og dieselbiler, som kan fjerne forurensing og utslipp på lang sikt, og gjøre luftkvaliteten bedre i storbyene hvor vi sliter med eksoslokk på dårlige dager.

Men neida. Først så prøvde de å legge avgift på drivstoffet, for å gjøre det så dyrt at ingen ville kjøpe det, og dertil gjøre det sånn at selskapet som distribuerer drivstoffet nesten gikk konkurs. Men eieren bak selskapet var ikke tapt bak ei bjørk. Han gikk til søksmål. Og vant.

Så nå er altså neste steg å fjerne det HELT ved å endre lovgivningen. I FELLESFERIEN.
Og hvem er det de har kalt inn til høringen for å få det som de kaller:

– Det er for at det regelverket som sendes ut på høring skal bli vurdert og at man skal få de innspillene som er nødvendig, slik at myndighetene på et godt grunnlag kan fatte en beslutning om en eventuell endring i forskriften, sier Stokke.

 Jeg nevner i fleng:
- Aleneforeldreforeningen
- Cerebral Parese-Foreningen
- Norges Husflidslag
- Norges Gullsmedforbund

Men altså ikke Ecofuel, selskapet som har gjort drivstoffet tilgjengelig for den gjengse mann.

Når man ser på den listen over organisasjoner de har kalt inn, så får jeg følelsen av å se på en liste over random selections. Hva har Norges Husflidslag med miljøvennlig drivstoff å gjøre?

Så. Konklusjonen blir denne:
Staten. Driter i hva slags verden de overleverer til sine barn, barnebarn og oldebarnebarne. Bare så lenge de får inn mest penger i statskassen. De blåser i luftkvaliteten, og folk med lungeproblemer. Det kan være en fin dag med lite eller ingen pollen, men eksoslokket ligger der og ruger. Usynlig. Men du merker det med en gang du går ut. Tungt å puste, hvesing i lungene. Du innser at slaget er tapt og går slukøret inn igjen, på en fin soldag, fordi lungene dine ikke takler luften som er ute.

Jeg applauderer til Staten, og "våre" representanter på Stortinget. Dere beviser atter en gang for deres velgere at dere driter i oss. Takk.

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.

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!

Gardening.

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.
Anyhow.

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*

Mornings.

Morning came way to early this morning. I was up at 4:15. Ugh.
But yey. My last shift this week. Then it's weekend. And this weekend I'm home in Oslo. I hope that the weather Gods will listen to my prayer, and shine the sun over me this weekend. I have so much stuff I want to do, and it's easier to do them in sunlight. :P

Well. I have to get ready for work.
I know that the timesettings on my blog is a bit off. So the time now is 5:32 am. Just so you know.

Right in the middle.

Im right in the middle. I think.

I'm sitting in my sofa, thinking about my life, life itself, what the plan is to become, and what I have to do. I'm not happy here. Not now, not right now.

After my shift today, I was walking and I looked up. And there was Venus. And I thought; In the grand sceem... Do I matter? Do it matter that I suffer time to time? Do it matter that I'm happy? Is the universe sensing that? My feelings?

I don't want to live on this planet anymore. I wanna take all my stuff, hijack a space shuttle and move to... hm.. Mars is pretty inhabitable at the moment. Well... Not Tellus. That is the demand.

Ah, fuck it. Certain people can go f'themself. I'm out....

Edit: By the way. Check out the song Whiskey Lullaby by Brad Paisley and Alison Krauss. Beautiful song. Really.