Not that I was very good at this writing thing, but recently I've just kind of forgotten about the blog stuff. I want to write something I am in the mood for discussing etc. At the moment I'm not 'feeling' it.
I'm just sitting here, watching my little bear eat his toys, in 25 degree heat at 9.30 pm, listening to 'Once in a Lifetime' by Talking Heads......all about not coping with what you have......no don't worry, I'm not going to be the cynic, I'm not depressed, I'm not in a bad mood....just a good tune actually.
I'm Johannaless (yes that's a real word) for those who don't know. Kind of funny actually, as she's in England, you know, chaving it up.....ok, not really, but she really is over there.
Like most of the people, I watched the World Cup final, but was disappointed about how crap it was. Unlike the Holland we know, they resorted to a kind of 'kick the shit out of the other team' mentality. I've never seen such an awesome karate kid drop kick on a football pitch:
I'm just sitting here, watching my little bear eat his toys, in 25 degree heat at 9.30 pm, listening to 'Once in a Lifetime' by Talking Heads......all about not coping with what you have......no don't worry, I'm not going to be the cynic, I'm not depressed, I'm not in a bad mood....just a good tune actually.
I'm Johannaless (yes that's a real word) for those who don't know. Kind of funny actually, as she's in England, you know, chaving it up.....ok, not really, but she really is over there.
Like most of the people, I watched the World Cup final, but was disappointed about how crap it was. Unlike the Holland we know, they resorted to a kind of 'kick the shit out of the other team' mentality. I've never seen such an awesome karate kid drop kick on a football pitch:
The funny thing was Mr. De Jong only got booked for it! Haha, classic. Ok, the real one, as inspired from Jean Claude Van Damme:
Anyways, all joking aside, the Netherlands were dirty, Spain were crap until the end, but ultimately deserved to win the match and the whole competition, so fair play really. Think the Dutch need to go back to what they do best.......no not build windmills, get stoned and watch tulips grow.....play some nice attacking football.
Ok, football talk over. Well, one more thing- I don't know if any one else agrees with me, but I think this World Cup was incredibly dull. I'm not a huge football fan anyway, but seriously, a very boring event, nice to see this 'entertaining' sport is truelly, well.....tedious. I'd rather watch paint dry is kind of unfair on the paint.
Rambling continuing- we've had some outrageously awesome weather over here (yes, I'm English so have to talk about this interesting topic). It's been 26-30 degrees for a good few weeks, so much so these people who think Sweden is full of igloos in summer, are truelly going to eat their own words. When you sweat and you are not even moving, you know it's hot. And no, I'm not obese or American (same thing?!) and no I'm not wearing a coat or anything, it is genuinly tropical. So unlike in England where they have hose pipe bans, haha, living in the third World, and have 'weather warnings' for the heat, all other countries including this one, just get on with it.
So I await the return of my lady, all drugged up on Starbucks coffee, full of English cheer, beer and kebabs.....ok, I'm talking shite now, but I'm praying she doesn't come back with any tattoos, shaved heads, football shirts or better yet her jubblies hanging out, her ass cheeks spread out and her naval hitting me in the face....ok, I really will shut up now.
Seriously, can't wait to see my Swede, it's not been that long, but it's nice to go to sleep with a beautiful young lady instead of furry, bear like monster......or may be they are one in the same?! And no, Charlie doesn't sleep with me, for one he is too big to fit in the bed, ok, seriously I'm not one of these animal freaks who sleeps with their pets. It's bad enough if Johanna hasn't shaved her legs for a week, but a whole furry dog.....come on.
What is slightly annoying is that we don't need alarms to wake us up anymore. Just a paw slap in the face and a lick does the job nicely. Then to rub salt in the wounds, you get up and the little bugger goes back to sleep again. He's good at playing the game.....
So 18 weeks old now and at least 18 kg (haven't weighed him this week), but probably closer to 19 kg. It sounds like I'm talking about my kid (no, don't have any of them by the way), but what can I say. He is my dog, he is a pet, a damn cute one at that. Sometimes we can learn a lot from our pets. I mean their lifestyle is as Homer Simpson-esque as it can be. You eat, sleep, eat, sleep crap.....in no particular order. You run around, the World is one big toilet (ok, men have that one covered already), work is getting petted, fed and best of all someone picks your shit up after you. What a life.
Seriouly what I mean was animals, especially dogs, live in the now. They don't predict the future, they don't anticipate what's coming next, they react to what's happening now. Life wouldn't be so scary if we didn't plan for the worst, be fearful of the unknown. People are happy to see them, well minus say a pitbull biting your face off (no I know not all pitbulls are like that, just stereotyping for you), always in a good mood......yadda yadda yadda.
It's tough competing for Johanna's love with Charlie, I mean he's younger than me, is charming, is annoyingly cute, is softer to touch (sounds a little weird?!) etc. But there's one comfort that sits nicely with me- (I'm watching Boogie Nights, so wait for it......) I am and will always be Dirk Diggler in comparison to my four-legged friend.
p.s. I'm not really competing with my pet for Johanna's heart......haha. No honestly........
