our song!

The one song that will always remind me of him!

Maybe different but remember winters warm there you and I.
Kissing whiskey by the fire with the snow outside.
And when the summer comes
In the river swim at midnight (shiver, cold) touch the bottom
(stars are bright) with muddy toes

Stay or leave--I want you not to go,
But you should.
It was good, as good goes.
Stay or leave--I want you not to go.
But you did.

Wake up naked, drinking coffee, making plans to change the world
While the world is changing us.
It was good, good love.
And you used to laugh under the covers,
Maybe not so often now
The way I used to laugh with you was loud and hard.

Stay or leave—I want you not to go,
But you should.
It was good, as good goes.
Stay or leave—I want you not to go.
But you did.

So what to do with the rest of the days' afternoon haze?
Well isn't it strange how it changes everything we did?
Did I do all that I should—that I could have done?

Remember we used to dance and everyone wanted to be you and me? I want to be too.
What day is this, besides the day you left me?
What day is this, besides the day you went?
So what to do with the rest of the days' afternoon haze?
Well isn't it strange how it changes everything we did?
Did I do all that I could?

Remember we used to dance and everyone wanted to be you and me? I want to be too.
What day is this, besides the day you left me?
What day is this?

Dave Matthews: Stay or  Leave

Life's little adventures!

Sunday started out pretty nice getting a few dates on for the next week, a couple of thoughts scribbled down on my blog and then off on my bike ride around the lake  with a great friend. Started out a bit misty and cold but turned out to be a damn good day in the beautiful warm autumn sun meeting runners, bikers, rollerskaters, old people and a pirate! Oh I just love when life surprises me with all the good and simple things!

 The pirate with his 50 year old  parrot!

Ane enjoying the autumn sun

Things I like

easy pin up hair-do for the everyday or fab parties!

music that makes me happy
Plain White Ts  
Andrew Sisters
Paolo Nutini coming up easy and candy

 Who wouldn't give him some candy?

Blue autumn sky!

Beautiful beautiful saturday. This is how a perfect autumn saturday should be like. A warm sun blazing down on my face from a clear blue sky, excellent coffee and good company with a great friend. Talking about all the things that matters in our lifes and not in everyone elses lifes. Is it getting older that makes you appreciate it more or is it just the fact that with more life experience you know what to appreciate?

The people we loose

This morning I started thinking about all the people I know or maybe once knew. The people where I still remember their faces and still remember the last conversation I had with them. And I wondered how it is possible to have gone through such a short life, meeting so many different wonderful, crazy, interesting people who all have had a great influence on me and then just see them all disappear again. There are those that I for obvious reason will never see again, like the dragon cave guide in Greymouth whose laughter and positive attitude towards life really impressed me or Mr. Ben the backpacker that wanted to teach orphans in India and whose imagination was so great he could turn a boring story about chicken pox into a story about a street fight in Rio.
There are the people that lives so far away that the natural distance makes it harder to keep in touch even though we try through all the communication channels that exists. Our lives can not be shown or told via Skype, FB, email, twitter, blogger or whatever so that the receiver will fully understand what is going on in our lives. The cold winds and heavy rains that influence our lives and moods in the autumn will not affect the people who are enjoying spring time and the beginning of new life on the other side of the planet. And we will have forgotten what it was like when summer hits us here on this side and they are freezing in the winter cold down there. Distance is one thing that separate us, but it can also be men, jobs, children, family, human values or politics. We disagree or we live different lives that just doesn't coincide. That doesn't mean that I don't miss those people, I just somehow lost them.

And then there are the people that we were so close with that we thought that nothing would ever separate us. No distance, no men, no children, no disagrements nor anything. And yet they are no longer part of my life.
So slowly people distance themselves from the people the once knew because it is to much work to keep the contact. They become the people we loose that are not lost but can be found. And yet maybe we choose not to!

me and my ghosts!

I have my own personal ghosts. They are not unfriendly or spooky, they mean me no harm and often I have forgotten all about them until the next time they appear. One of them shows up in my dreams where it tries to organize all the impressions and thoughts I have had during the day, the last week, the last year or the last decade. Sometimes the ghost makes the dreams so real that just the second after I wake up I'm not sure what is real and what is a dream. This has often happened if the little ghost has told me that my trunk has turned into a giant monster or the clothes on the racks is mega bats, and I am trying to convince myself that it is not. Imagine if people told you that the color blue really was green and you had to convince your brain of that even though what you kept seeing was blue. Or if people told you that there is no harm in putting your arm into the lions cage with lion inside eating another man's arm...how hard would it be for you to believe it let alone to put your arm into that cage? My little ghost is very good at making me believe but I am still stronger and it is a good thing that I know I still wake up again when daylights hits the bedroom. As long as the ghost don't make me go wandering in my sleep in the streets naked, and stay to my flat sleep-re-decorating I'll be alright... I think.

I have another ghost that also visits me at night. This one turns on the tap in the bathroom or leave the fridge door open after its midnight snack, which is raw egg yolk without cracking the shells and leaving only the whites inside it. Or maybe that is ghost eggs?

Not all my ghosts visit me at night.....