Hangover Hell

After a few hours of wishing someone would bring me a pizza,
debating whether or not I'd make it to subway and back,

dreaming of crisps and veg and dip,
I have now decided to make myself a cheese sandwich.

Hmmm, and maybe boil a couple of eggs...

Off I go!
Sab x

(If you don't hear from me again the mission was unsuccessful.)

Dear Santa

Just in case you think I've been a good girl and want to drop some pressies
off for me, here's a little list to help you:

Snus
Various Swedish goodies (salty liquorice, god morgon fullkornsvalling, appelmos,
messmor pa tub etc)
Good Swedish books (Mark Levengood, Jonas Gardell etc)
Nice craft papers from that shop in Vindeln
Snus
Stephen King books (in English)
A (winning) lottery ticket
Nail polish in funky colours

Thanks in advance!
sab x

Achy Breaky Hands

I think I'm doing this crochet thing wrong...
Surely your hands are not supposed to ache so much you wanna chop 'em off after 10 mins?!
I think I need to work on relaxin them. My hands that is.
And stop gripping the damn thing like my life depends on it!

Nothing else to report.
I'm off to bed now.
Sab x

Pig Pox

Btw, forgot an important piece of information.
(I know you're all so interested in my life!)
Six kids from the little angel's class were home from school with flu symptoms on friday.
Today it was eight.
There are all sorts of rumours flying around...
I think we've all prety much convinced ourselves it's the piggy flu.

I can feel myself getting sicker by the minute...
My throat's tickly.
My head aches.
Didn't I have to blow my nose twice today?

Or maybe it's just my hypochondria.

cough cough
sab x

Growing pains

I'm crocheting.
I'm crocheting a blankety type thing for my dad's impending new baby.
The baby he's having with a woman younger than me.
A year and a half after he split up with his wife who died in May.
I'm being a good person.

I'm torn on this issue...
On the one hand:
My dad's happy, so I'm happy for him.
And you know, I'm gonna have another little bro or sis, that's exciting right?
On the other hand:
The little sibling will be living in eritrea and I won't know him or her.
My dad is 60. And his missus is younger than me.
I'm still sad about my stepmum.

So, I'm trying.
I'm putting together a little package to send them.
I've bought a cute romper suit. And a teddy/blanky.
And I'm crocheting.

Aren't I grown up?!
sabx

Nothing. Nada. Zilch

Have just informed Facebook that my mind is blank.
Completely shattered from a day of doing nothing much at all.
Fought the crowds in Camden with Bro.
Booked appointment for a tattoo.
Hung out with Bro, Alan, Darren and James.
Came home.

Now I'm going to bed!
sab x

The beast is back!

Well, that was interesting...
Last weekend I decided to take a little break form t'internet.
I spend most of my evenings blogging, bloghopping, on various forums and generally serfing.
Not that there's anything wrong with that, guess I just wanted to see if I could go a week without it.
And I could!!!
I did however read.
A lot!
Monday I read Twilight.
Tuesday I started New Moon and finished it wednesday.
Then I started Eclipse and finished it Thursday.
And finally Thursday and Friday I read Breaking Dawn.
And now I want my week back!
I don't understand why everyone loves these books so much?!
I only read them so obsessively because when it comes to reading I'm, well, obsessive...
When I start a book I can't relax or think about anything else until I've finished it
and since these rubbish books tie together I had to read them all.

I never intended to read them but on monday i had nothing to do at work and Twilight was
lying around so I started browsing it and you can guess the rest...
The girl thought I should read it, even though she thinks it's rubbish, because she said Bella is just like me.
And she was kind of right!
For those of you who haven't read the books (Don't!!) she is quite accident prone.
Falls over a lot. Hurts herself. That kind of thing...
The kids I look after can tell straight away if I'm having what we call "a bad day".
They involve me falling over a lot. Hurting myself. Dropping things. That sort of thing...
Once the boy suggested we play some game and his sister said: I'm not sure. It involves a lot of running and Sabina will hurt herself!

I'm OK with that though.
After about the hundreth fall in public you kinda learn not to be embarrassed!
Oh well...

Feels good to be back!
(Happy now mum?!)
Sab x