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torsdag 6 oktober 2011

15 minute workout

The other day, after convincing the School Nurse that I'm not pregnant, she handed me the startup kit for young women (a three month supply of birth control pills), and then of course, you had to fill in a form, confirming that you hav got the startup kit.... lovely, I love forms.

Anyhow, you had to fill in your weight, and I have not wanted to know for years, neither did I now, but she put me on the scales, and calculated me to 165 pounds, which apparently at my height is overweight.


Thank you School Nurse for shouting that out in front of my boyfriend, who by the way weighs 145. He's not skinny he just doesn't have that much else than muscles on his bones.

But then I figured I should start working out once in a while, which I guess is better for my health. So one of my friends told me he works out only 15 minutes, but every day, and I kind of fell for that idea, since I have absoultely no patiens at all, and being in the gym for an hour or so would be such a waste of time in my opinion. 15 minutes a day sounded way nicer.

SO.. starting today, I have 15 minutes in the morning and 15 in the evening full body workout.
Better start now before I get anorexia.
Stupid nurse

tisdag 20 september 2011

Compliments

I have met a whole bunch of really really nice people today, and that made me very happy!

On my way home I met an elderly man ( "I'm sixty" he said, but looked 40), who wanted to know the way to the post office. For some reason we spoke every other language we both understood (english, german, spanish, finnish, russian) but not both our mother tounge, swedish. And stating the hat I wore was bought in Dublin, he started singing Black Velvet Band to me, claiming my eyes shine like diamonds. Guess what song was stuck in my head the rest of the day...

Then on my way to work (whistling Black Velvet Band) I met a foreigner called Francis, and we talked for a while before I had to rush away, but as I was about to go, he shook my hand and looked at me and said:
"Take a moment, so that you won't forget me, and be scared when I later ask you to be my tutor" And then we laughed :)

At work (it was my first day as I was ill last week) and one of the children ( I teach word art to 9-12 year olds) said to me: "I like you much better than the other lady". I've always found myself inferior to her, as she has so much more experience than I, but apparently I'm not that bad.

Truly warms my heart.
And in half an hour I hope to see my boyfriend.
So, considering the circumstanses, my life isn't that bad.


PS. FYL if you fake FML's

söndag 18 september 2011

first!

Is it just me that find comments like "first" really really really really annoying?
In some cases I suppose being first can be.. nice, but is it that important to state that you were 'first'?

I should say, that sometimes, I would like to be second. I am not good at sports (obviously) since I don't really care about winning. I don't enjoy failing.. does anyone?.. but neither would I enjoy being the first or the best or the fastest. I have other ways to stand out in a crowd.


And since I always seem to end up with complete n00bs (always wanted to use that word :) hah) and therefore have to educate them, it would be so indescribably much less work to be 'second'.
Or is it just me?