I have moved...

To make things simpler for myself I've gotten a blog that's integrated in my website. I've added some of the more recent (that would be for me.. like 1 year back or so... *lol*) blog posts there as well, so not much is missed..

the website is: http://www.spellbound.nu/blog

Hope to see you there! :)

I haveth returned...

On popular request... Wait, I'm lying... on demand of Snuffiz (oh yes, I remember the old nickname I gave you.. you know who you are!) I am reviving my old blog. Apparently.. some people are too "good" to use myspace! (Though facebook sucks, I do agree on that one.) To be quite honest the only real reason I like Myspace is because it lets me add music to the main page *lol*

Okay, so it's been nearly a year since I wrote here last. Let's see what's happened...

1) I did move back to Sweden
2) I went back to Uni to get my degree
3) I was overly ambitious about how well I was and managed to hit that proverbial wall again (well done me!) so I am back on extended sick leave since December '07 and had to take a break from school since I can't manage
4) I moved to Vänersborg to my own apartment, to shortly thereafter have the aforementioned wall-hitting and now have decided to move back to Ed since basically I don't know a soul down here and it gets rather lonely ;)
5) I already found an apartment in Ed, and unless I can move sooner I move in 1 June.

Hmm, I think that's the quick rundown of events. Other than that I haven't done anything big. It's been pretty slow, walking Bailey (who is always a delight of course) and getting through life mainly.

Tomorrow I travel to Örebro to visit my dad and the family there. I'm taking my baby brother Isak along since he hasn't met our brother there for several months now. And I guess the word baby is rather relative considering he will be 10 in three weeks, but I still think of him as a baby *lol*

Anyway, that's all for this time.

Just My Luck

I'm haunted. I'm not joking. I'm seriously haunted by bad luck at the moment. I must have done something really bad to anger the luck fairies or something. And this is all in exception to the whole hitting the wall-depression-quitting my job and moving to Sweden thing...

Let me recount...

• I'm planning to sell my car since I'm moving to Sweden. Some jerk hits it with his car during the night messing up my fender so I figure out it's not gonna bring in any money anymore.
• I miss my check-in time for my flight home for Christmas by 4 minutes. 4 minutes! All just because the taxi came and picked me up too late, and then there was a traffic jam.
• Above mentioned car is meant to drive to Sweden, and the morning before I'm leaving I find that someone's clear off smashed the side mirror and it's hanging halfway down the side of the car.
• I find out the the rules in Sweden suck and I can't get unemployment benefits because I worked for a UN organisation and we're exempt from certain things while employed.. so hey, now you have to live on air!
• I drive to my dad's place and we forget my lovely, new digital camera in the car. The next morning we find the car window smashed to bits and the camera gone.. Then it takes 5 days to find a new, matching window.
• I cannot for the life of me find the car's registration papers. They must have gotten lost in the move, and I need them to register the car in Sweden.

A lot of my bad luck seems to stem from my car. Maybe it's cursed.. Maybe it's Christine. Damn you, Stephen King!

The puppy is here!

The day has come (and gone!) and Bailey is in da house!

I picked him up yesterday, and despite the nearly 3-hour drive he didn't complain in the car. Naturally we took some breaks for him, but I would have thought he'd be a bit nervous, but not this little dude!

When arriving back home he got to meet my mom's dog Bella - his bigger sister from a previous litter - and while he was a bit wary at first, he seems to have toughened up considerably today. I'm certain I saw him chase her around!

You can find more information and pictures on Bailey's own blog :)
http://harry-bailey.blogspot.com

Boredom

Boredom. Yes, I'm sorry but that really is today's topic. You see, I'm sitting at the airport in Jacksonville, Florida and I'm bored out of my mind. It's another hour and fifteen minutes before my flight leaves.

I've been on vacation in Florida for about four weeks and now the time has come to return home to Sweden. My new home, which I barely had time to get used to before I went on vacation. It feels good to go back though. Maybe it was a bit too early - with everything going on - to go on vacation, but it was my only opportunity to do so for quite some time. (Can't leave my little Bailey alone at home, now can I??)

Unfortunately since I'm not feeling my best I didn't do much while in Florida. I didn't even get a tan. Not that I ever get a tan... but, you know... anyway.

I'm going to be on the road for like 24 hours. I'm not looking forward to it. With 4 hour stops at two points (Detroit and Amsterdam) which means more boredom. But oh well, at least by tomorrow afternoon I will be back home and can rest.

And...

On Tuesday I go to pick up Bailey and he gets to come home with me. Whee!!

I'm in love!

and his name is Bailey.


He's a mixed breed puppy, 3,5 weeks old now. His mother is a Spanish Waterdog (Perro de Agua Español) and his father is an English Springer Spaniel.

This past Sunday I went to the owner's house to look at the six different puppies and choose which one I eventually want to bring home. Lord was it a difficult task! However, while I was busy trying to make up his mind, Bailey made his up! How could I not fall in love with this puppy that so obviously felt right at home with me?

I picked him up three times. The first time he was calmly lying in my lap, right at home. The second time I held him close to my heart, and he was sniffing me for maybe half a minute, decided he liked it and promptly lay his head down to rest. The third time he only sniffed a couple of times and went to sleep in my arms.

Obviously the other puppies were all adorable as well, but none seemed to be quite as content to be in my arms as this particular one.

Now he has to grow up a little bit more, and then I will go and bring him home when I return from Florida at the end of April.

The pictures here are from Sunday when I met him for the first time. He's just 3 weeks and 2 days old on these pictures.

Reign of Chaos

otherwise known as my life.

Everything has been turned up side down the past few months. I'm used to having my own place, going to work every morning, having a steady income. All that is now gone. I'm unemployed (well, in another week I am officially), I have no income and I don't have my own place. Practically everything I own is in boxes and the furniture in pieces.

I never really liked it when things aren't settled. Maybe I'm boring and old-fashioned, but I quite like being settled. Knowing where I'm at and where I'm going. Not having this makes me uncomfortable.

At least the room in my mom's basement (where I'm staying for the time being) is nearing finished. I'm sleeping in my own bed again (I really missed it!) and I just have another.. 20 or so boxes to unpack.. Hmm.. don't think I can fit it all in one room. Oh well, I'll have to keep some stuff packed I guess until I get my own place.

On Sunday I'm going to go see the puppy I'm going to get. Or rather, choose which one. There are three males and I want a male, so I have a tough choice to make!