New Crib & Celebrating the Norwegian Constitution Day

I got a new heart rate monitor! 

(It's always good to make sure

you're still alive while

working out)

Run, run, run!

Vidar and I only have our current apartment until June 1st, so we've found a more permanent place to rent.

Where's Vidar?

We went to get the keys the other day, but we haven't moved in yet. Still have a couple of weeks left to gather furniture. Meanwhile there's also final exams and term papers that are due.. bah

We can stay here as long as we want,

and hopefully we'll stay here until we're able

to buy a place of our own

Yesterday was May 17th, the Norwegian Constitution Day, and I got to celebrate it together with Vidar for the third time.

My obsession with Black Swan

continues...

I never got to be a ballerina!

(that was never my dream, really)

Instead I rolled around on the floor, 

wearing a pajamas 

- not very graceful

The entire day yesterday I spent

alternating between

humming the Norwegian national anthem

and the theme melody of Swan Lake

It was the first Constitution Day since the terrorist attacks in Oslo July 22nd last year, where a car bomb killed eight people, and 69 people attending a summer camp - organized by the youth division of the Norwegian Labour Party - were mercilessly executed.

Norway is such a small country. And everyone knew someone, or know someone who knew someone.

I think the National Day this year was even more special and meaningful to a lot of people, including me. 

Vidar's momma

Norwegian Labor Day & Picnic in the Park

More random photos of food, you request?

Why, here you go!

Pork chops for dinner the other day 

(look at the grease *shudders*)

You can imagine the scene at home 

when I've been making dinner,

blood sugar is low 

and I've finished loading the plate,

and I'm like "f*@k, gotta take a photo"

and then, huffing and puffing

rush outside on the balcony

(better lighting)

Someone should be paying me for this,

or at least post comments

Made scones for 

breakfast this morning

for my own 

working class hero at home,

in honor of

Labor Day

And then I went to meet up

with another hard-working one:

Yesterday, while working on a stupid term paper at the study hall I got a text message from momma saying how she remembered how the first time we went for a drive after she had first gotten her driver's license in '93, when I was five, she'd taken the two of us to Oslo and the Vigeland's Park - that was on May 1th. 

Look, how young!

On my license, I'll be

eighteen forever

So then I suggested that we'd meet there today, May 1th 2012, and have our own little picnic.

When I arrived, I found that my momma, of course being my momma, had plunged down at the first patch of green grass in sight - located midt i glaninga - as we say in Norwegian. 

So, after today, I bet we're in the background in quite a few photos loaded on various tourists' cameras.

Oh, my momma.

But she doesn't mind, so I don't mind.


I make sure that Vidar has to hang out with my momma on regular basis, to remind him of where I've gotten my crazy from - and also how much worse it could have been.

 And I also got to use the one Korean 

word I know today:

 annyeonghaseyo!