Pooped
I’m all wore out. The pizza party went very well, but man was it hard work. I made the garlic bread sticks and they took a lot of work and no one even ate them. I don’t know why I try to make appetizers when Annica comes over. Her family doesn’t eat them. I don’t know if it’s a Swedish thing (my culture shock book says that at a Swedish dinner party the dinner is put on the table at the very beginning of the party–no mingle time) or if it’s just a weird Annica thing or what.
My oddly flavored margritas turned out just fine and I’m assuming the normal ones did too (I don’t like regular ones–give me fruity).
Ummmm. That’s about it.
I found out that my cousin’s wife had a baby yesterday so I guess I need to figure out a gift. I can’t decided if I should get them something nice and rather unique (no idea what that would even be) or if I should give them a gift card. They are very poor so I’m thinking a gift card would be the most practical thing. Then they can buy what they really need. But if I do that they might never get something fun and unique since they will feel compelled to be practical. So what do you think? Any suggestions? I know nothing about babies. This is a little girl named Carly Rose and she weight 4 1/2 pounds. I know she’s a preemie but not sure just how early she was born. Her poor mom has had lots and lots of trouble during the pregnancy and lots of scares and such like. I’m just glad that baby is born and apparently healthy. A few months ago they said the baby would be blind, never walk, and have other very serious birth defects. Then they said “no, no it will be normal”. I know everyone was very anxious to make sure that she really would be normal.
And now I am off to bed. I’m “helt slut” as they would say here–totally exhausted. And slut is pronounced more like sloot. Get your mind out of the gutter, you dirty people!
Speaking of Swedish–the last two nights I’ve been dreaming in Swedish. Maybe I’m starting to get adjusted to this country just when I’m getting ready to leave. I even picked up on most of the conversation tonight. Annica thinks Mike and I are past the honeymoon stage since we fought all night long. I was not aware we were fighting. I think I’m finally getting more comfortable being around her husband so I was more open thus more sarcastic. Remember how I said that I just tell blatant lies to Mike all the time? I guess that can come out as fighting since a lot of times it’s sarcasm.
Did I ever mention that Mike was able to take the day of his Embassy appointment off from work? He should have his green card in hand on September 24! We’ll be arriving in Stockholm the afternoon of the 23rd and getting home at midnight on the 24th. Oj! I am hoping we have time to do something cool in Stockholm though I have no idea what that cool thing might be. I want to go someplace with really neat architecture and take lots of pictures–like an old mansion or something. I also want to eat Indian food. I guess I better start scouring the ‘net and come up with a plan. Plans are always better than just wandering around waiting for something good to crop up. Thankfully we are staying at an apartment that’s owned by Mike’s company. It will be very nice and relaxing to have a place all to our selves. His Stockholm friends are very nice people and I know Mike enjoys them, but it really stresses me out to stay with them. It’s not their fault. They have been nothing but warm and welcoming–I’m just a paranoid freak. I guess I still have a complex about not having a job so I always feel like all Mike’s friends and family think I’m using him as a sugar daddy, which I most certainly am not. Though he is supporting me and takes very good care of me. It’s not my fault I just happened to fall in love with a guy who has a good job. I’m just glad I did.
Ok, really time for bed this time. And as a follow-up to the last post–it only snowed for about two minutes. Snow in August should be illegal. Is there a lawyer in the house? Who can we sue?