Every goddam time

Massage therapist: is there any area in particular you’d like me to focus on?

Me: Yes. Neck, shoulders and back. Please.

Massage therapist: you got it!

I proceed to lay on the table and the massage therapist does his/her regular routine.
Back, arm, other arm, leg, other leg, little on the feet, flip over, more leg, other leg, shoulders neck.

Like a dance they could do in their sleep.
Some do a little on the hands, the guy today pulled my fingers (in a professional way) some avoid the glutes, some work them.

But you can tell, they do their thing. Asking about my particular areas of preferred focus is really just part of the routine.
They’re still going to do their thing.

I’d so gladly trade the calf work for more shoulder work. But that's not part of the deal. 

Last week

We got one more week. And since we haven't gotten everything done, it looks like I'll have to keep flying back and forth like some kind of rock star. Which sucks cause I don't have rock star money.

But it'll be good to come back to normal. Now that everything is negotiable, Lou tries to negotiate everything. Spoiled by grandma and grandpa is great, but being pushed around by other kids is also really important.

For me it'll be good to finally get back into my own office. Working from home, or your friend's ski town office, is great cause you don't have to shower or get dressed (right now I'm long underwear and fleece) to get to work. But the time difference and not being able to see or talk to anyone you work with is getting old.

Anyways, this last week I'm going to eat a lot of ranch dressing, huckleberry everything, bagels, pretzels and coffee creamer. Then I'll be ready for real coffee, cheese in a tube and bread that's not actually cake.

Still here

It's like half vacation, half work, half business as usual.
Like we never left.
And also like we definitely left.

Enjoying cheap eats, skiing, super bowl Sunday is this weekend.
Missing the routine we'd finally established.

It's nice to have a car. We went from three cars, to none, to one. The old Subaru. Lou hates it. Any chance to jump in another rig, she takes.
Grandma's car!
Farfar's truck!
Don't make me go in daddy's rusty old thing...

I feel ya kiddo. I don't like it either. But it gets us around.

I'm working out of the Wallace coffee shop. Which means I have to get good coffee and a bagel since I'm using their premises. Or, you know. I have to buy something and then I might as well buy something I want. Since it's Wallace you have the option of spiking your coffee anyway you feel appropriate. But since it's 7:30 am I feel only vanilla syrup is appropriate.

In order to plug my computer into the power outlet, I have to sit so that my screen faces the door. So when people who don't give two shits about me or what's on my screen walk in to get their coffee, they could potentially see that I have facebook open. This bothers me a little bit since I am really trying to pull off the professional look, but the music is loud and I can't hear when people walk in so while I'm looking super focused, they could see that I'm on social media.

If they wanted to.

I wish I was writing a novel instead of a project newsletter. 

That's all I guess.

cause I'm a sucker for compliments and such

So fine. English. Whatever.

When people say they read the blog I feel like I just spend 4 hours getting ready to go out (I actually have no clue what that feels like) and when people notice I say "oh this old thing, I just threw something on"

It's raining. Which totally sucks for skiing. But works good for working good. So I'm decked out in long underwear and snow boots, working from my office away from the office. Hoping the rain will turn to snow in the afternoon.

Tonight is Trivia Night at the pub. I love trivia like a fat kid loves ballet. I shouldn't, cause I'm no good at it, but I love it all the same.

För det första och förresten

För det första är vi ju i staterna nu.
Och förresten så är det min blogg och jag gör som jag vill.
Alltså, svenska. Det var väl en sak när vi reste och hade någorlunda intressant tillvaro.
Men att sitta i Schweden och blogga auf English för några få berörda som jag ändå håller kontakt med via mail och Facebook.... näe. jag switchar tillbaka.

Nu har vi varit här drygt en vecka. Jetlaggen har lagt sig. Den var inte speciellt jobbig för nån av oss faktiskt. Louisa somnar tryggt var vi än lägger henne på kvällarna, men har lagt till sig med att vilja komma och sova hos oss nångång vid tresnåret. Och det låter vi ju henne göra utan att bråka eftersom vem orkar hålla på med rutiner när allt ändå står lite på ända?

Idag ska jag köpa solglasögon. Solen skiner här. Och vi är ju som lite ovana vid det vid det här laget.

Here they come, the perfect ones

I just love parents who stone faced tell you ”I don’t manipulate my child” after I might have let on that I appreciate the fact that my 2 year old doesn’t remember at night that I promised her ice cream in the morning.

Or, “my child never watches television”. Well, good for you. My child hardly ever watches television either. Netflix on the other hand…

Or say, “we make it a special and fun time together” about getting dressed in fourteen layers of wool and fleece before leaving for preschool on a bike at 7am in the freezing cold. If that’s your idea of fun you need to explore life a little.

Ah, the perfect parents. F them.