Last day

Nooooo! Last day of the holiday today. At least we have a few more hours of sun before we have to go to the airport. Haven't worn make-up for 9 days and havent brushed my hair for 4. Not looking forward to start again but think that not brushing my hair may be frowned upon at the office.

Think it's time to go though consider how many Germans Alex has managed to aggravate during our short stay. Just this morning he was happily singing (and clapping) 'there were 9 German bombers in the aaaair' ... 'then the RAF came and shot one dooooown' at breakfast. Imagine a 'neutral' Swede in that situation.... Can't even handle it. It's like having a child with me at all times...

This is me saying bye to Buddha.


Morning work-out

Morning gang! The weather isn't super this morning, so we're going to the gym and spa after breakfast. Turkish bath here we come!

While I'm writing this Alex is having a staring contest with one of the hotel cats (who I MIGHT have fed some ham while Alex looked away...). Alex just grabbed a chair and chased him off, waving his fist as he walks back towards me "sometimes someone needs to make a STATEMENT!"

"Well done darling! You tell that cat!"

I just don't understand men.


Looking natural

Asked Alex to take a picture. He laughed and said this is one of those moments when it's very obvious that me and Emma are sisters. I have no idea what he's talking about.

Here you go gang! Me looking natural at the beach, where Alex just happened to catch me on camera. In the moment, so to speak.


Ladies, I do not understand!

Right. So I'm a bit late commenting on this but it needs to be done.

I started reading 50 shades a few months ago but had to take a break because I got angry and uncomfortable reading about how Christian treats Anastasia.

I need to finish the other 2 in order to give a proper verdict, anything else would be unfair. But ladies (and gentlemen!) in the meantime - what do you seriously think about these books? So far I feel like I've been sent back to the stoneage. Frankly, i feel disappointed. While I collect my thoughts, please comment below (click 'kommentera').


I made it!

Hello Turkey!

I need to get new sheets. The same sheets as they have here. I've actually SLEPT throughout the night. Alex thinks I'm a freak since in refusing to move. I'm making him get me cocktails regularly. If it wasn't for the fact that there are people around I'd probably make him turn me over in my sunbed too. I never wanna leave this amazing place.

E-mailed my colleague about one of my cases. Was told to switch off my phone and head. Will do. But it takes time!


2 days to go...

... Before holidaytiiiime! You know it's time for a break when you come in to work, thinking you look relatively fresh, and 3 of your colleagues look at you in horror asking if you're ill. Not cool!

Read recently in a good book called "career advice for ambitious women" that you should invest in a good concealer so you can look as fresh faced at 7 pm as 9 pm, so i did.Now, what do you do if you still look like crap at 9am? Somehow I never quite feel like I'm "glowing." Do you glow in the morning? If you do, please tell me which concealer you use. The book's suggestion is making me feel inadequate. I want to glow like the people in the book.


Big Dog

Just had a negotiation with an opponent.

"Miss Dahlqvist, if you talk to your people I believe something can be agreed."

"Great! In the meantime, will you talk to your people Mr X?"

(Chuckles) "Miss Dahlqvist, that won't be necessary. I AM my people."

Allriiiight big dog!


Eastbourne

Hello gang! Today's gonna be one of those looooong days. Started working at 6.30 this morning, got the train to Eastbourne at 8.50. Our new Advocate Felicity is shadowing me today, it's fun to have a partner in crime for the long train journey! Unfortunately I've had to break her happy bubble. Apparently someone suggested that she'll have time to go surfing when she's going to hearings in southern England. Nooot goonna haaappeeen lol I think the extreme lack of glamour this job brings is starting to hit haha! Especially as she's just realised we won't before 9 and she'll meet my colleague at 7 am tomorrow morning to go to Birmingham...

Having a nice little salad before my court hearing. Have realised that I inevitably get slightly nauseous before I go in so minimise the risk of... Ehm... Accidents. Keeping it classy gang, keeping it classy!


Datenight

Alex and I decided to beat the Sundaynight blues with a spontaneous date night. Pizza followed by Skyfall. By the way, can I just point out that Alex and I have now been together for over two years and this was our first cinema trip ever! I think Alex realised why when I was clinging onto his arm and shouted into his ear.

Dad has reviewed the Bond girl for those guys out there who are interested: ' she's hot, but your mum's still hotter. Im surprised she's never been a Bondgirl!' right dad.

Ps. Bond doing pull-ups. Those of you who've seen the film know what I mean. Now that's Sunday entertainment!

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THANK YOU, TAXI DRIVER

In the morning I went through the normal routine that I do before I'm about to do something, well, scary. I prepare my notes for 30- 60 mins, have a light breakfast, go for a long run. Do push-ups, squats, jumps- I feel like it's the best way to get rid of the adrenaline. It sounds silly, but I imagine that if my body gets physically tired, it will be too tired to get "nervous." The endorphins will help my mind to calm down, I will feel confident.

It is great when you get to the point where you cannot be more prepared. In addition to this you have a massive support from your family, your man, your friends... Still, today I couldn't quite shake the seriousness of the situation, I couldn't find that zone where I feel.... well, where I feel as badass as Nicole Scherzinger when she's wearing that catsuit.

As I got into the taxi, my taxi driver laughed at me.
- Hey, are you a little crazy?
- Sorry?
- You just checked your door 4 times. Why?
- Oh... Ehh I have a bit of an OCD sometimes.
- Ahh.. So you ARE crazy??
- No, no! I...
- Where you going crazy lady?
- Central please.
- You look very smart, yes? Suit and everything?
- Thank you, I'm going to a job interview.
- WHAT? Why? Here? Where you from?
- I'm Swedish, I...
- [Shaking head] Then WHY are you here? Why you wanna work here? You have issues?
- Well, I suppose I moved to the UK for my education and my career...
- You know, I'm from Egypt. I have friends in Sweden, they say it's lovely! Amazing amazing life you know, beautiful country, beautiful people... why ever leave? What's wrong with you?
- Trust me, Sweden's amazing in many ways but we have our issues as well.
- No no you're crazy, see I'm getting out of here. Horrible this country, all work, no rest, everyone depressed. I'm going to Greece in two days, to live, I used to live there before, good life.
- Well I bet, but look how that turned out...
- Haha you make me laugh! You know what lady, I want to LIVE. It's important to understand, in the end, you want to remember your life, not your desk. Yes? You don't worry about anything. What will happen will happen. Yes? These silly British people, they forget what's important sometimes.

So the taxi driver makes me laugh. As I get out of the car...

- Listen, crazy lady: if this is what you want, fine. You're ready, you know. I can tell. Maybe I see you in Greece some time, ok? But then, you'll be all fancy lawyer. Perhaps even nicer suit!
- Haha well, who knows?!

A week later, I got my first legal job.

I guess that sometimes you need a stranger to tell you what others have been telling you all along: "it's not the end of the world." When in need, we should all have a fabulous taxi driver that comes to the rescue.

A PERFECT WEEKEND

It's rare that all the components for the perfect weekend come together during the same one. These pictures say it all.

 

Sometimes I have moments when I realise that I have turned into my mum. The latest example is this Saturday when I was so obsessed with having coffee in the sun that I dragged a kitchen chair into the garden and forced the McCutcheon siblings to follow. (It didn't quite work out as I planned; first they took pictures of me from the window, then they came out and stood around me and didn't at all understand what was so amazing.) Considering that it's the first spring in years that I'm not trapped in a London apartment I'm gonna make the most of it. Funnily enough when I called my mum later on she said that her and dad had their afternoon coffee in the forest, even though it's 0 degrees at home. "It's sunny and it's lovely with fresh air! People don't understand what lovely moments they miss hiding in their livingrooms." Maybe it's a Swedish thing. Maybe it's a Mummy Eva thing.

We had a blast teaching Alex' niece and nephew how to make Swedish Chocolate balls. Playing with children is a great excuse to play yourself! Ahh sometimes I miss being 4...

 

 

While Alex is at his grandma's putting up some shelves I told him that I have to work on some stuff. Really I'm making the most of my night off by having coffee, sweets and watching lots of episodes of Sex and the City.

There are so many SATC quotes that are completely spot-on. Here are two of my favourites.

"Honey, these bitches need to be put in their places."

"Maybe some women aren't meant to be tamed. Maybe they need to run free until they can find someone just as wild to run with."

 


GRANDMA STRIKES AGAIN

As I have about 1000 things to do I'm trying to multitask as much as possible. So while making a light lunch I thought I'd call grandma to see what she's up to.

- Oh how lovely to hear from you! You guys never have time to call me.
- Grandma I called you two days ago, and you were at mum and dad's yesterday all afternoon?
- Yes but that's only because you HAVE to. I know you don't WANT to. I'm old and boring!
- Fine grandma, what are you up to?
- You know. The usual, I got up at five this morning.
- Why? You're crazy!
- You don't understand how busy I am! Me and the cat just went for a walk. But it's really embarrassing because now you can really see it's a boy, sometimes when he walks you can see his balls! What will the neighbours think??
- Grandma I'm sure that no one cares about Mirre's balls.
- So what are you doing today darling? Those applications again? I cannot understand that you want to continue in education, your mum told me.
- Of course I am, I told you I need to go through these courses!
- But how will you have time?
- What do you mean time? I'll just have to do it!
- Well, I'm just saying... When will you have children? That must be planned into the equation to you know!
- [Trying to chop peppers and hold the phone in- between ear and shoulder while frying onions with the other hand] Grandma children aren't on the agenda at the moment.
- But children always have to be on the agenda!
- Grandma calm down, I'm just saying that first of all I can't just assume that I CAN have children. It would be great having children but there wouldn't be any room for that at least for the next 7 years anyway. Why would I just stop doing what I've always wanted to do in case I might have children in a decade?
- Fine, I'm just saying. The biological clock doesn't care about careers. It just keeps going, and going, and going...
- Well I do grandma! [Can't help to push grandma a little bit...] Maybe I'll just get a surrogate mum or something? That's becoming really trendy in Hollywood at the moment!
- [GASP]
- Ok Grandma calm down I'm just joking. I really need to go now, this food isn't turning out so well...
- That's fine darling, you've never been very practical. I've always wondered how you're gonna be able to run a household, especially when you get children...
- Byyyyye grandma love you!

Result of multitask: Dry omelettes and a stressed out boyfriend who now understands some Swedish and overheard babytalk. Thanks Grandma!

Ps. Emma's dog Nicki just went for a haircut and got a new outfit. It says "Mummy's little tough guy." Oh dear. Is that a fringe I see?



Here's the leather jacket that Emma's friend got him for Christmas...



For those of you who haven't encountered Nicki earlier, he's really a boy but Emma's named him Nicki after Nicki Minaj. Before you meet him he's just another dog in outfits who lives in a leopardprint handbag, but after that first meeting you'll be forever "Nickified"; get slightly obsessed with him.


YOU CAN TAKE THE GIRL OUT OF THE CITY, BUT YOU CAN'T TAKE THE CITY OUT OF THE GIRL

Before my evening shift on Saturday I went to London in the early hours for a cheeky daytrip. As much as I'm loving living in a smaller town it was quite the treat to drag in the unclean air into my now clean lungs. A customer was telling me how much he hates London the other day, and "what's so special about that place anyway?" The answer is simple- EVERYTHING is special about it. Sometimes I need a London quick-fix. The best way then is to go to the busiest road I can find and then I cross it where there isn't an actual crossing and get excited if a driver angrily shouts at me. Suddenly it's as if you're on Oxford Street all over again. You can take the girl out of the city, but you can't take the city out of the girl!

Here are some pictures from a nice girly day before Christmas. Saturday was spent having breakfast, lunch and coffee with my favourite girls in central London, can't think of a better way! =)





From a lovely Londonday before Christmas. We had coffee, lunch, coffee and drinks. Very well spent day!!

SUNDAY IS FUN-DAY

Since Sunday is my day off it automatically becomes Fun-Day. The only problem when you only have one Fun-Day is that all the Fun needs to be crammed into, well, one day which can make it a bit stressful. Luckily I'm starting to get a bit better with the whole balancing thing, because sometimes you need Sunday to just be quiet.

After some extra sleep in the morning (required after working late on Saturday night- I'm not 17 anymore after all...) a nice brunch with the boyfriend is lovely. A bit of morningwork (with what you ask? It's a secret!) we invited Mr and Mrs M over for lunch. I introduced them to tacopie (the Swedish twist of making tacos in... a pie. And yes, our pies are "open", and there's nothing weird or horrible with that at all!) and a chocolate fudgecake that they make at one of my favourite cafés in Jönköping.


I'm realising now that in the picture the pie looks a bit... like puke, but you're simply gonna have to trust me on this one. The M's had seconds and they're a tough crowd!


I don't think Mrs M believed me when I said that this photo might pop up on the blog. Well, it did! I think she secretly wants it to. If she doesn't I'll be in trouble. Hmm. I'm not sure if Mr M is completely aware of my blog. If he is he probably thinks it's "bloody stupid." Just as he thinks of our Swedish Filippa K mugs from Rörstrand that have no handles. Swedish people aren't very practical he says. Plus we're always on holiday or maternity leave. Can't really say anything about that, it's true...! I think he wants me to be deported but he puts up with me for now. Alex was getting them to make funny faces but I think they got more confused by his directions.

On Fun-Days you're allowed to work with wine in the evening, which is lovely. However the best part of this Fun-Day will be to watch Jersey Shore in the evening with the boyfriend, it's my guilty pleasure. Snooki makes me feel smart and I like it. Plus I enjoy judging and analysing people a little and it's better to do that with tv- characters. Plus there are leftovers from the chocolate cake. Fun-Day decadence!

YOU KNOW TIMES ARE ROUGH WHEN...

Although I've blogged before about how many strange things that can appear from my handbag, also known as "The Cave", even I was surprised and slightly confused when I found a couple of potatoes in my handbag the other day. Then I realised that I'd chucked them in there a couple of days ago when me and Alex were having dinner at a restaurant and we had to leave in a hurry. My attempt to save money has now come to a point where I probably thought something along the lines of "I've paid for this meal, I can do whatever I want with my potatoes. I'm not leaving those babies here, I can have them for lunch tomorrow!" For me, this shows how the financial crisis is affecting me. And it isn't pretty.


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