Archive for May, 2007

“Make a Donation”

When I started all this, I thought I was going to do something noble, like fund raise. I even started a PayPal Donation account so that I could, for example, help one of my mother’s best friends, who passed away last Saturday from Amyotrophic Lateral Sclerosis (ALS), alleviate her nightmare.


All I have done is write about myself and how I see the world and now that my 29th birthday is coming up on July 11th, I am going to ask my friends and family to donate money so that I can go hottubbing naked in our garden. Noble indeed, Maria.


Point of No Return?


Massassauga Provincial Park, September 11, 2001

It seems that one of my favorite words “inshahallah” (God willing), which I have come to use when referring to the past three months of my life, figure in both the Arabic and Hebrew language. I don’t believe that everything that happens is the work of God. How can I when “people die, buildings burn…”? However, the fact that “…(but) love lasts forever” makes me hopeful that God does play a role, somewhere.

By Martin Hidinger

On Saturday morning I listened to the last five minutes of the sermon held by the “Youth Pastor at Fiskeback Evangelical Covenant Church” for the thirty odd 15 year-olds getting confirmed. I sometimes pass by the church when out walking or cycling to light a candle or two. Call me whatever you like. I usually say that I’m a Christian-Buddhist-Scientist. Suits me perfectly. I realise this religion may be the fourth arm of Abraham, Bahá’í Faith. Praise the Lord, it too has it’s governing body in “Israel”.

“Allt som sker utgår inte från Guds hand men allt som sker ryms i Hans hand”

I had fought a battle with my husband and cycled off to lick my wounds. To regain some of my dignity I was going to do a Forrest Gump. Lucky for me (but perhaps a great loss for Sweden), I didn’t get further than Citrusgatan 16. In there someone started talking about how the Christian faith is all about love and forgiveness, bla, bla, bla. I hate it when others are right and Maria is wrong. I’ll never get used to that part in my life.

I recently flipped through all the cards and letters that have travelled through my family’s postbox these past weeks and they are all beautiful. There are so many of us who have the gift of words. I don’t mind having fika either, though, and I have a long wait ahead of me so feel free to ring me. I’ve lost my calendar and my mobile is not permitting outgoing calls/texts (i.e. Maria therapy).

Thanks for the photos from Canada, Martin, where I hope to go around October 7th (Thanksgiving). I hope you don’t mind me publishing them. I don’t think I ever got an answer from you when I asked. I took your silence as “informed consent” (don’t ever try that for enrolment in clinical trials).

Should I add that the first photo, from Massassauga Provincial Park, was taken on September 11, 2001 and the second a few days later? As I am still a blue girl, my family were relieved to receive the card containing one simple text that helped them get through rough times beyond belief. Thank you.

How can there not be a God?


Cara Cara MIA

Måns Zelmerlöw sang to me at Nordstan in Göteborg on Sunday. I was walking by with two terrific girls, Julia & Olga, from the Ukraine and someone sang Cara, Cara MIA and looked deep into my eyes. I’m sure I noticed a wink there as well.

Också gammal bild. Inte lika talande...

Julia, you forgot your poster. I hope you are okay with me giving it away to someone else, like my bathroom? One is definitely going up on the other restroom door. Robbie Williams “I was there” is upstairs and Måns will have to go up on the downstairs loo.

Måns said his favorite song on the record is “Work of Art (Da Vinci)”, but it’s not the song I can listen to on his homepage. It’s CARA MIA.

One day, you are not going to be singing for free. I’m glad I got to hear my song and get my newly bought record autographed for free. I’m not likely going to see Robbie Williams doing anything similar any time soon. Besides, I can hardly afford his tickets anyway.

Had enough?

“Am I the only guy in this country who’s fed up with what’s happening? Where the hell is our outrage? We should be screaming bloody murder. We’ve got a hang of clueless bozos steering our ship of state right over a cliff, we’ve got corporate gangsters stealing us blind, and we can’t even clean up after a hurricane much less build a hybrid car. But instead of getting mad, everyone sits around and nods their heads when the politicians say, “Stay the course.”

Where Have All the Leaders Gone?

Stay the course? You’ve got to be kidding. This is America, not the damned Titanic. I’ll give you a sound bite: Throw the bums out!

You might think I’m getting senile, that I’ve gone off my rocker, and maybe I have. But someone has to speak up. I hardly recognize this country anymore. The President of the United States is given a free pass to ignore the Constitution, tap our phones, and lead us to war on a pack of lies. Congress responds to record deficits by passing a huge tax cut for the wealthy (thanks, but I don’t need it). The most famous business leaders are not the innovators but the guys in handcuffs. While we’re fiddling in Iraq, the Middle East is burning and nobody seems to know what to do. And the press is waving pom-poms instead of asking hard questions. That’s not the promise of America my parents and yours traveled across the ocean for. I’ve had enough. How about you?

I’ll go a step further. You can’t call yourself a patriot if you’re not outraged. This is a fight I’m ready and willing to have.

My friends tell me to calm down. They say, “Lee, you’re eighty-two years old. Leave the rage to the young people.” I’d love to – as soon as I can pry them away from their iPods for five seconds and get them to pay attention. I’m going to speak up because it’s my patriotic duty. I think people will listen to me. They say I have a reputation as a straight shooter. So I’ll tell you how I see it, and it’s not pretty, but at least it’s real. I’m hoping to strike a nerve in those young folks who say they don’t vote because they don’t trust politicians to represent their interests. Hey, America, wake up. These guys work for us.”

Where Have All the Leaders Gone?
by Lee Iacocca

Sweden is Fantastic


We have just managed to get our boy to go to sleep. Should I add that the time is 23:09 (11:09 pm) and that he finished off by pouring water down his uncle’s old “Sweden is Fantastic” t-shirt?


We’re terrible parents, it’s just that I feel that the fewer times I can say “no” to that boy, the better. I haven’t changed in how I bring him up, I have just changed my attitude somewhat.


It is more important that he develops into a healthy human than remember me as the “no” Mom who just moaned that he should clean his room, stop listening to loud music and above all NOT watch “The Chainsaw Massacre” on the television he does NOT have in his room. How can I when his Grandfather and Father are chainsawing most weekends during Autumn, Winter and Spring up at the country house?


It’s a massacre of trees, that’s for sure, and it’s bloody dangerous, that’s why they try to keep their boots and helmets on during the operation. Don’t get me started on the tractors.


My Aunt who works selling the machines gave him one as a “welcome to the world” present almost two years ago. It’s a forest green tractor, with the magic words “John Deere” written on the side.

Unfaithful Maria?

According to one of my favorite Swedish tabloids, Aftonbladet, below are TEN clear signs of unfaithfulness:

  1. You partner draws away and sends text messages, without being able to tell you who’s getting them all.
  2. Your partner is happy but seems to have their thoughts else where.
  3. He/she has all of the sudden an increased mobile phone bill, even though nothing specific has happened at work/in the family.
  4. You often realise that your partner is lying about where he/she has been.
  5. You partner switches between moving away and being overly present and cuddly.

House of Wax

  1. He/she sits up and email until late at night to an unknown receiver.
  2. He/she has suddenly become more keen on their outer appearance.
  3. Your partner works overtime more than usual.
  4. You receive time and again telephone calls that break when you answer.
  5. Your partner has started a new hobby that takes up all their leisure time, but you can’t join in.


Oh, and there is an NB! (Obs!) at the end: “One occasional sign does not necessarily mean infidelity. However, the more signs you recognize, the greater the risk…

The Rock

P.S.The lover is often a friend, neighbour or colleague and some people use infidelity as a springboard.

Four entities

I am springboarding everywhere at this point in my life together with my friends, neighbours, colleagues, people I meet on the bus and tram, in the taxi… I don’t know how I would have survived otherwise. Does that make me unfaithful? Is that so wrong?

It’s all about asking the right questions and not being scared to do so (or hear/feel the answer I suppose).

You know what? I have HAPPY FEET and here’s the guy…

Happy Feet