The recipe for success!

Lately I have been reading a lot of blogs here on blogspot and it turns out that the majority of blogs are about families. (You know: Harris Family, Navy Wife. Bloggin Mom) I used to think that this was a little... stupid, maybe. I never understood why a forthy year old working mother would like to share that her youngest son doesn't know how to use a potty chair and that it is a pain because he is elleven years old!(Is that something to be proud of! And think about elleven year old Hank who constantly wets himself when his school mates find out. Poor Hank!) But I have nothing to say, because, you know what?

These blogs got followers! And readers! A luxury I seriously don't have. I have two followers, and considering that one of them is myself and the other one of my best friends, I must see myself beaten.

So, If you read this and is not Therese (even though it's not likely) FOLLOW ME! I have got to get more followers than The Harris family (14, I am not kidding! 14 people wake up every morning thinking: Oh my God! How is Cilla doing today? Is she wearing that lovely pink skirt? How cool is that?! How many people wake up thinking: What sort of bullshit has Jules written on her blog today? I think none:)

But I have found the recipy for succes! These are the things you need if you want to be a succesfull blogger:

• You must be married to a navy-guy.

• You must have two or more kids. They should be boys and in the age beetween three and eight years old. A dog is allso nice.                                                                                                             
• You should be into stamping. And your stamps should be cute or with messages like "Peace, faith and love!" Stuff like that.

• You LOVE your husband! Even though he is mostly in Iraq or Afganistan most of the year and you have to take care of your two or three kids and dog alone. And the dog eats the neighbors rabbits so your neighbors sue you and win in court and now you have no money to pay for your sons soccer practice and they hate you for it.   

•  You are american! And you are very proud of it.

• You live in the suburbs. In a beautifull huge house with fitted carpets in deep red or green.

I am none of these things and that is why I have NO readers:)

Skiing!!!! I love it!

A Friend of mine (Therese, greeneyedfunsome.blogg.no.) took this picture on our trip to Trysil with school. Trysil is Norway's biggest skiing opportunity. Here is Ane (way left) Me (in the middle) and Eiril (way right) on the buss on our way home.

My favourite songs to listen to before skiing:

*Almost over (Limp Bizkit, Results may vary, 2003)

*Alive (Pearl Jam, Ten, 1991)

*Californication (Red Hot Chili Peppers, Californication, 1999)

*The Outsider (A Perfect Circle, Thirteenth step,2003)

*Pardon Me (Incubus, Make yourself,1999)

*Rusted From The Rain (Billy Talent, Billy Talent III, 2009)

*Echoplex (Nine Inch Nails, The Slip, 2008)

*Queen B (Puscifer, V is For Vagina, 2007)

I can live:

• Three weeks without food
• Three days without water
• Three minutes without air
• And three seconds without some sort of music.

The last week, after my Ipod was stolen, I have slowly been turning into a zombie. To me, music is the reason to live. You know: "What's the meaning with life?" and stuff like that. I have turned into a real ASS the latest week. I am going to flip, very soon... The mad hatter would be completely sane compared to me! Next week I will turn up at school, beliving I am one of Lady Gaga's many incredibly ugly and insanely impractical hats

 

I am going to believe that I am this stupid withered Christmas tree-like hat.

 SNAP!*

How to comment on my blog:)

It's not hard, just stupid! When you comment you choose name/URL in the box where it says "comment as:", or something. I guess you are smart enough to understand when you see.

Bunny Suicides... Darn Funny!

Why I am NOT a psycho!

It is quite simpel. Lunatics listen to easy listening music! And now for my astonishing evidence! Check out Bush's Fav Five!

Let's just say that when Ted Bundy had killed his last victim he said "Ops I did it again!"

My dearly beloved Ipod!

My Ipod was stolen last Tuesday and I got really EMO because of that! That's why I haven't written anything here for a wile, but I figured that my (mind-blowing amount of) readers wouldn't care. And I was right:) But I thought I was going to write something today, just to keep up. (Even though this is obviously just for show and for tricking myself into beliving that I am important even though I have a really little life and that little life I have is mostly about doing nerdy things like reading Anthony Kiedis' autobiography "Scar Tissue" for the fifth time or coaming Buster, who  annoyingly is trying to sleep on the keyboard as I write.)

 Welcome Josh! Josh Klinghoffer (Left) is  replacing John Frusciante (Right) in RHCP.Welcome to Josh and Good bye to John!

                                                                                          

I have been challenged!

My only follower (exept from myself) and good friend Therese challenged me via her blogg (greeneyedfunsome.blogg.no). This is what the challenge is all about:

1. Open your SMS-inbox on your phone.
2. Browse through it wile counting five.
3. Use the first sentence in the SMS to answer the questions below.
Repeat this on every question:)

What do you tell your boss when you are late for work?
Remember to ask Ingvild if she and the principal got the message about the months:)(From my mother)

What do you combine with the word "housework"?

Ok:)

What do you say when you are on a public toilet and discovers (to late) that there are no toiletpaper?
How nice:) (From my challenger, actually)

What do you say when you vitness an old lady slip and break her ribs?
Take it easy tonight, ok!? (My caring uncle)

You catch your boyfriend with someone else, what do you say?

Thanks to you as well, sweetheart.

What is your best pick-up line?

On my way home now. So you will have to hurry and clean up!

What do you answer when your boyfriend ask if you want to marry him?

On my way, leaving grandma's house now.

What do you say for your deffence?

Ok, good luck!

Hahahahahahahah! Hillarious! Good one, Therese!