Ooops, there she blogs again...

Yeah, can you imagine! Gosh!! 

I have felt it in my fingers the last days… the restlessness, the longing, the urge to speak… My fingers wanted to run over the keyboard again. Jumping lightly form letter to letter, expressing themselves, so after making sure it wasn’t just a phase, I sat down in front of the computer today, to do what I haven’t done in almost two months; write a post for my soon 3 years running blog. 

Hey! How are you all!? Hope you are all fine and dandy! Some of you beloved fellow bloggers have had contact privately with me too; Leila, Laura, Moxie, Martha-Anne, Nina, Nora, Lynne, well you know who you are, and you are all people I treasure! Thanks for being in my life, and for being there for me. 

I have actually managed to turn 34 since I last wrote. That happened on August 2nd. Had no big celebration, didn't feel like it.

Then, I am ready to do some writing.I just read the newspaper and I was seriously gob smacked and thrilled to read about Bishop Tutu’s address to the Anglican Church. He thought they were obsessed with homosexuality and sexuality, and that that shifted their focus away from the real problems of this world. Sexuality is irrelevant and there are more important things to worry about; like fighting poverty. He was ashamed by his fellow Christians who’d rather discuss homosexuality than discussing the 30 000 people dying every day from hunger! Also he thought that these Christians go against the teachings of Jesus Christ in their treating of gays, as they did what he called “persecuting those that already are persecuted”. Such a good and true sentence! Kick those already lying down… Finally someone who matters has spoken the words I’ve been saying and thinking for a good while! I am overjoyed! And it served them judgemental ones right!!! 

We do get a lot of American TV-shows in Norway. One thing stands out, after watching a lot of different shows over the years, and that is the "fact" that ALL American girls apparently dream of getting married from a very young age. They picture their man, the cake, the dress, the bridesmaids, how many guests, etc etc. and then when the day comes they get insane if things don’t go perfectly… Like one fecking day is more important than the marriage itself. What is this!?! I do not get it, not on any level. I think I never ever thought about those things, let alone what bloody cake I would have. Who cares, as long as it doesn’t taste crap, and looks like something your neighbour threw up… I know that this doesn’t account for all American women, but I swear; jaysis I’ve seen a lot of mad, in my opinion, women on TV. I remember seeing some couples who had saved tons of money for buying a house after they got married. But instead they used it all, hundreds of thousands of dollars, on the wedding. They spent it all on one measly day. What about the investments in the marriage itself? Do they really think that if the wedding is great, that that somehow automatically makes the rest of their relationship perfect as well!? Who are these people? I wonder if this is a typical American type of thing. What do you say fellow bloggers, is this the case in your respective countries as well!? I know it isn’t around here. One of my friends got married, and their wedding wasn’t expensive, (well, as inexpensive as a gathering of quite a few people can be), nevertheless it was without a doubt the best party/wedding I have ever attended! I enjoyed myself immensely. So it isn’t all about the money, it is about being able to put your own heart and soul into it, daring to be yourself, so that people can feel that when they arrive… I’d say it’s just like decorating your own house. If you do it just by looking at pictures in trendy magazines, you haven’t decorated according to your own soul and personality, and that will show… it will be felt too. It will feel colder, more uninviting, and unloved. If you rather look at what is modern, but still use yourself, and family if you have one, in the process, I think you will end up with a modern, inviting, personal and cosy home. My home is inspired by outwardly factors, to a certain extent, but mostly by what I feel inside when I picture and think about what I want to express and sensel in the different rooms. The result, I think, is a great place to spend time, where friends and family can feel at home. (I hope you don't think I am saying this to boast and be cocky, as it is not what I am trying to convey...) Some people even tell me this, every time they walk into my flat. That makes me happy. I want people to feel welcome in my home. And my point to this was that it is possible to achieve something fantastic and loved, without spending an entire fortune. My flat is made up by non-expensive furniture and decorations, so... 

It feels good to write a little bit again, just had to say. I can’t promise posts several times a week like before though, as I have a horribly busy autumn ahead of me, with three big exams! First one on the 26th of this month. 

I won’t elaborate on my insane lack of lust for writing. Let us just say it’s been a hard eight months, with work practice, Bob, weird people, eating, sobbing, no exercise, and self-hatred. I am not completely where I want to be yet, and I think it will be some time before that happens. I am however on my way to more positive thoughts and ways of living. I won’t tolerate complaining, as I have no fecking thing to complain about. Jaysis, I am lucky! I was awoken actually, from watching an episode of “extreme makeover, home edition”. Well, it doesn’t matter what the means are, as long as the awakening happens. 

I will leave you now, play some Worms, and then do some studying… 

I am back! Yay! *giggle* 

EV ;-)

After a while, she comes back

It’s me again, the author of this crappy shite that my blog has become. 20 days since my last post, and I ask where the heck did these days disappear? Frankly, it feels like I’ve been in a coma, that’s how fast time has flown. No wonder. I mean, it is the summer holiday, and of course time would fly when you are able to relax, lower your shoulders and exhale after 6 months of pure pressure… Good news is; I passed both my work practise and my work practise assignment. My assignment was very very good apparently, and I am proud of that. As I have always been quite bad at writing in that particular academic way.

What have I done since last? Main thing is that I have started to organize my spare bedroom, which I use as a PC room. There’s been this huge ugly wardrobe in there, which felt like it was taken up the whole bloody room. I have torn it apart. Some pieces I could screw apart, some I had to break off, and in half, and wrestle like a man. Made me sweat like crazy as it was 30 degrees the day I chose to do that. I have planned it all out, and the process will require; paint, a chair, book shelves, rearranging furniture, a retro mural done by me, and not to mention a good deal of enthusiasm and dedication on my part. Especially since my back and hip have being insanely bad lately. Baaaad body parts indeed-e-o… I have also painted my outside doors, like the front and balcony ones. That should have been done last summer, hmmm, procrastination in a big way!

In my dream world there are also lots of things going on. Have you ever heard of programs such as “this is your life”...? Well I’ll take mine the subconscious way thank you. Over the last two weeks I have dreamt about A LOT of the people that have been in my life, for both good and bad. From pupils in primary school, to my ex-boss in Oslo, (who in reality was Satan himself!) they have come in heaps in my dreams, like on an assembly line all lined up to remind me of things. Last night however, was devoted to only one person; Bob. I don’t welcome dreams about him. It is too damn sore. Especially the kind of dream I had last night. I woke up all teared up, cause darn it, it was only a dream. As are all good things in my life, or so it seems. Yeees, negative and blasted darkness calling me!

But, I am trying to look at the brighter side of life, and hoping for a turn for the better.

Now on the other hand, I am off to watch some TV., Ghost whisperer. Perhaps I can get some tips on how to deal with my own ghost, eh!`! *lol*

EV

A wee talk about sex and orgasms

First: thank you so much for this award, Yudith Perez from Venezuela. 

She can be found here. 

Then, I actually want to talk a little about sex and orgasms. It’s been way long since I last talked about sex on my blog. It could be due to the fact that I am not having any sex. Though, that particular fact doesn’t stop me from thinking about sex relentlessly. I am not nymphomaniac though; if that’s what you think. *lol* I guess if I were, I’d be having a lot more sex than I am! Friends and acquaintances always say; yeah but you are always ready for some, you are easily turned on, you look at erotic/porn movies etc etc, so you are a bit different. But, am I really? Or is the fact rather that I am just unafraid of the subject? That I am honest to the core, totally unprejudiced, free and uninhibited when it comes to sex? That regarding consensual sex, masturbation and fantasies I judge no one, including myself? I am neither scared of admitting that I think about sex a lot, nor the fact that I have solo sex insanely often. What is a single girl to do when her whole “area” is all warm, tingly and burning, and her whole body screams s e x!?! Masturbation is my friend! Why, there are two reasons:

1. Because I don’t wish to have sex without love. That is just me, but I don’t mean that that is right for everyone else. Hey, I know it isn’t! *lol* I think sex without love would make me sad… Like I wrote in my diary one day: I seriously and urgently need someone to bestow my physical love to, someone special. Not someone I picked up at the car wash… Yup! Problem is; I am not ready for anyone yet, except Bob. (Oh God, I nearly wrote his real name there!) Guess I have to deal with a couple of things first. So Soloville and One Armed Bandit City is undoubtedly where I am staying, until a love comes into my life… 

2. Because of orgasms! What a fantastic gift that is! The world’s best stress reliever for sure. If I am sad, mad, irate, depressed, lonely, happy, horny, excited, giggly, sexy or fabulous, an orgasm or two or three is one of my favourite things! It makes me happy, it makes me calm, and if I can’t sleep I will just have a couple of orgasms, and then fall to sleep immediately. 

So, the question remains; am I different than a lot of women, or am I just more brutally honest? Frankly; from talking to people I know, and the gathering of various “evidence” over the years, I have come to the conclusion that I probably am just a little bit more wanton than your average woman. With this I am not suggesting that no one is like me, or that I am the horniest woman on the face of the earth. I am just stating what my unique life-experience has taught me.

I found some slang for female masturbation, and some of them are really funny, and literal! 

A Night in With the Girls
Airing the Orchid 
Auditioning the Finger Puppets
Cunt Cuddling 
Engaging in Safe Sex 
Erasing the Problem 
Feeding your Slot 
Finger-painting 
Fucking Without Complications 
Get To Know Yourself 
Having Sex With Someone you Love
Pampering the Pussy 
Play the Clitar 


There’s something soooo enticing and hugely erotic with wet people like this…I couldn’t find one cool picture of a wet man like this, sorry. 

I am gonna go and get me some.............................................................. sleep 

MOXIE!

Attention! Are you not getting my e-mails, or is something wrong!? I hope you aren't mad at me or anything... You said you had to go private and that we had to send you an e-mail to stay with you. And I did, I wrote you an e-mail to all your addresses... I SO want to access your blog, but I can't. I miss you and your blog dear.

EV :-)

Shivers down my spine for sure

Ok, not much I am going to say today, but I just really needed to share this video with you. It is
an acoustic version of a song by Anouk, called Lost. It is sung by a 16-year old boy named Erlend,  at a talk show on Norwegian TV. Erlend won the "Norway's got talent" competition in May. He sang this song in the final too, but I think this acoustic version is just amazing... His voice makes me cry, and the clarity of his voice is just, well guess what, I am out of words...

Erlend Bratland singing "Lost"

Other than that I am melting as the weather is hot and humid. I hate humidity! Makes me sticky. I haven't had any bugs in ears in the last days, but it still feels like I have one tickling me. I can't seem to shift that icky feeling... 

I'll be back Friday with more. I am off then so...

Lovey dovey EV :-)

The most horrible thing...

... happened on the way to forum... No, It happened in my bed. I woke up cause something tickled in my ear. Only to discover that the tickle wasn't just a tickle... Ooooh noooo... It was a bloody buggery insect. I thought it was a tiny fly. It scratched and poked around in there, making a hell of a noise. I went quite hysterical and calm at the same time. Tried to remove it by tilting my head to the right and shake it a little. Nothing happened. More stracthing and poking, and PAIN! My God it was painful! I could basically feel the bastard scratching at my ear-drum... HEEELP! You wouldn't believe the noise. And that feeling of discomfort, helplessness, hysteria and fright! It felt like it was inside my brain or something. It just wouldn't stop!! I went into my bathroom and tried there for a while. I was freaking out by this stage. Fluid actually came out too... I shook my head insanely hard, to the right, and after 15 minutes the thing finally came out, looking like this: 



As you can see; clearly not a tiny fly. This insect was much bigger than that! Double dip yuk! Can you believe this was in my ear not wanting to come out. When it finally plunged into my sink I cried, and I cried and I cried. I couldn't stop... It had scared me, a lot. I had heard true stories about insects causing damage like this. You know through crawling into ones ears. I couldn't go back to bed, so I turned my computer on, and here I am. It is almost 6 am now.  My ear still tickles a lot, probably casue I still "think" there's something in there, plus it is
still a little painful... 

Guess who's going back to bed with earplugs now? I probably have to blame Shira. The insect undoubtedly came with her. I must seriuously consider banning her from my bed during summer. Argh, I wihs my ex never permitted cats in the bed. But when I try to ban Shira, you can actually see that the cat gets depressed... Her whole being tells. 

All disgusted out EV 

Oh no, there she goes again, mistaking me for someone who gives a damn!

Another week gone by. I won’t mention, again, just how fast I think time flies. *lol* Ups, just did! And I will certainly NOT mention that it is close to two fecking years since I said goodbye to Bob. Holy macaroni! Am I bordering on pathetic in that department, or have I already crossed over ages ago? Let’s not answer that question. Let us just leave it hanging there, like a bad plant. Though in my heart and soul, I know the answer…I always seem to conclude with; love can never be pathetic. Oh the ponderings! I most definitely will shut my hole now.

I’ve been at Hege’s tonight. We had a good laugh. Earlier today Rønnaug and her baby girl Karen visited. Lovely to see them both. Rønnaug and I ate something that we call raisin bread, which is totally yummy, and talked a whole lot. I hadn’t realized just how much I had missed her when I didn’t see her for a few weeks. Rønnaug and I used to hang out for hours and hours when teenagers. She and I were the type of “pair” that could hang, and never tire of each other. She is also the girl I went to Ireland with the first year. It never becomes the same after one has kids and that whole package… It makes you a bit melancholic somehow. To know that things never ever will be how they used to, with friends like… I miss that, I really do. And that undoubtedly doesn’t mean that I am not happy for my friends and the lives they’ve been able to create for themselves.

Tomorrow is Norway’s National day; 17th of May. My only plan is to eat “komle” at my mum’s. I can’t wait. “Komle” is one of my absolute favourites of the Norwegian dishes. It is a marvel that those grey sticky lumps can be so un-fucking-believably gooood. Meanwhile; talking about food. My brother has been going on and on about some Thai food in Stavanger, and about one dish in particular. One day he came home with some take-away from there. It was noodles, beef, some vegetables, and topped with crunched peanuts. When I first stuck my teeth in that it was like my taste buds exploded. The tastes were indescribable and flavoursome. It was the best food I had ever eaten. I almost wanted to cry, that’s how good it was. I’ve dreamt about it since then, and I must have it again! Maybe I should send Bob a message and ask him on a Thai date. *lol* Yeah right like he would go!

I am sorry, I know the Bob thing is in fashion again on my blog. I can’t help it. For some reason I’ve thought an awful lot about him over the past weeks. He’s so incredibly handsome *sighing*

Enough! I have a bloody assignment to write as well. When is that going to happen? It needs to be very soon. Must write! Must write!

My eye

How weird to see my eye that up close from the side... But it actually turned out to be a cool picture, I think.

Here I am, yet another Sunday morning where I wasn't able to have a lie-in. I SO hoped to sleep until at least 10-11, but nooooo.... I woke up at the unholy hour; 8, with a blasted headache.  Please, give me a break. I am so tired, and I need to sleep for days, or so it feels like. 

We have summer temperatures here now, and yesterday was no exception. I had been out shopping some when I got a text message from Agnete. She asked would I come over and sunbathe with her, and so I did. It was insanely roasting on that veranda and garden! It was great to see Agnete! She is home visiting, since it's a Bank Holiday weekend. We had a good talk about loads of stuff. In the evening the two of us plus Møyfrid, another friend from our "gang", went to Janne. They had wine, we all had a fantastic warm salad that I hardly could stop eating, ice cream and fresh strawberries + more.  It was the sort of evening I sorely needed. I went home feeling happy and giddy. I love those girls!

Work practise is going better all the time. I had my first client all alone on Wednesday. I got a new case that I alone am responsible for you see. The first meeting went quite well. I know I could probaly have cut the meeting shorter, but the woman needed someone to talk to, so I let it go...

I am sorry, but I have nothing to write about. I am severly uninspired lately, and even though I think about stuff that annoy me, make me happy, excite me etc etc, I can't find it in me to sit down and write anything about it. How sad is that. I am extremely embarrassed by the way this blog has evolved. I think it is a tragedy. Where's the spunk? I want to, again, write things I can laugh at, be proud of, and be touched and affected by. Argh! Now it is like the biggest boring blog ever!! Somebody spank me! ;-)

Oh yes, If you haven't watched the BBC series "Planet Earth", DO! I got tears in my eyes from some scenes. Amazing! They took 6 years to make it, and it shows. It takes you to places rarely seen by mankind, and it makes you fall totally in love with this planet of ours. What a magnificent planet it is. 

I just want to say that I am very happy for all my blogfriends. I can't believe how great you are. Some day I hope to visit you all! I'd love that, for sure!!! 

It says Saturday on the heading, but that is because Iposted sometihng last night, and then edited now... So it is Sunday...

I'll go now, for some breakfast  EV :-)

BOB BOB BOB BOB...