<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34489110</id><updated>2011-04-30T19:56:00.852+02:00</updated><category term='Baby'/><title type='text'>Veni vidi vici</title><subtitle type='html'>Life love work friends and so on</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nofantasyleft.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34489110/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nofantasyleft.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Anette</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>30</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34489110.post-585046998919377709</id><published>2007-09-18T19:20:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-09-18T19:23:27.646+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Baby'/><title type='text'>The baby</title><content type='html'>The baby boy arrived thuesday 4th of september. The whole story will come later&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Our adorable little boy Theodor&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111595714049017202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7PQP_nmNa2w/RvAJODNNBXI/AAAAAAAAABQ/mJSg98tfnfo/s320/Theodor_lue.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is one day old in this picture.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34489110-585046998919377709?l=nofantasyleft.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nofantasyleft.blogspot.com/feeds/585046998919377709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34489110&amp;postID=585046998919377709' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34489110/posts/default/585046998919377709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34489110/posts/default/585046998919377709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nofantasyleft.blogspot.com/2007/09/baby.html' title='The baby'/><author><name>Anette</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7PQP_nmNa2w/RvAJODNNBXI/AAAAAAAAABQ/mJSg98tfnfo/s72-c/Theodor_lue.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34489110.post-4290020121710156576</id><published>2007-09-03T10:20:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-09-03T10:22:26.693+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Due date</title><content type='html'>My due date was yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you understand that I am a little bit tired of beeing pregnant now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will update when my handsom son arrives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take care&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34489110-4290020121710156576?l=nofantasyleft.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nofantasyleft.blogspot.com/feeds/4290020121710156576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34489110&amp;postID=4290020121710156576' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34489110/posts/default/4290020121710156576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34489110/posts/default/4290020121710156576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nofantasyleft.blogspot.com/2007/09/due-date.html' title='Due date'/><author><name>Anette</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34489110.post-3128381778214487810</id><published>2007-07-11T01:12:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-07-11T01:22:16.412+02:00</updated><title type='text'>What is it? Hormone rampage...</title><content type='html'>Why is it that men can not say what the hell is wrong?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The stupid man (who I still love) is mad at me for some reason. But I have no idea why. I suspect it is because he cleaned up the place tonight (and probably thought I should have done it, witch I should, but I am pregnant and my back hurts)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So when we went to bed, I didn`t bring a glass of ice cubes for him, he got even more sour in his mood, and didn`t say another word to me. Just went cold...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate it when it gets like that between us. I know we will fix it tomorrow, but for now it sucks big time. And I feel like it is all my fault!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34489110-3128381778214487810?l=nofantasyleft.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nofantasyleft.blogspot.com/feeds/3128381778214487810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34489110&amp;postID=3128381778214487810' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34489110/posts/default/3128381778214487810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34489110/posts/default/3128381778214487810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nofantasyleft.blogspot.com/2007/07/what-is-it-hormone-rampage.html' title='What is it? Hormone rampage...'/><author><name>Anette</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34489110.post-6322117564017556038</id><published>2007-07-09T02:16:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-07-09T02:25:57.082+02:00</updated><title type='text'>I love it....</title><content type='html'>My tummy is now so big that I wake up everytime I turn over in bed at night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; So the fact that my man has desided that now is a good time to start acting up in his sleep..... not helping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It may be possible that his very rude behavior has been going on since we got together, and it`s just the pregnancy that makes me wake up, as before I could sleep through anything. The last two nights have given me the first hand experience in:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Getting kneed in my back&lt;br /&gt;smacked in the head&lt;br /&gt;my blanket taken away from me&lt;br /&gt;someone talking jibberish to me&lt;br /&gt;someone stroking my belly gently (this one was just sweet)&lt;br /&gt;drooling on my hand...&lt;br /&gt;someone pushing me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This comes in addition to my one issues, like having to go pee at least two times a night, and the before mentioned waking up when i turn over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But hey, only 8 weeks to go :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34489110-6322117564017556038?l=nofantasyleft.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nofantasyleft.blogspot.com/feeds/6322117564017556038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34489110&amp;postID=6322117564017556038' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34489110/posts/default/6322117564017556038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34489110/posts/default/6322117564017556038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nofantasyleft.blogspot.com/2007/07/i-love-it.html' title='I love it....'/><author><name>Anette</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34489110.post-1112137919592805858</id><published>2007-05-18T15:03:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-05-18T15:12:58.058+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Apologies?</title><content type='html'>It seems this whole blogging in english is a wee bit harder than I originally thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be funny, original or just plaine out personal in a nother language than your own, takes a lot more thinking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will still try, and I will try to do it better than I have done it up untill now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also got a nice shiny new camera for my birthday, canon eos 400D, so now I can start to post some real pictures on this site, and not just the ones I have taken with my mobile phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My belly is still growing, now with an alarming rate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5065887200677639186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7PQP_nmNa2w/Rk2lkZyWtBI/AAAAAAAAABI/RUfa102ZriA/s320/IMG_0318.jpg" border="0" /&gt;as you can se, I am no longer small...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;If any one of you people have any request for pictures you woul like to se, just ask, and I love to se how other people live, so if you have something to show me, let me know.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34489110-1112137919592805858?l=nofantasyleft.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nofantasyleft.blogspot.com/feeds/1112137919592805858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34489110&amp;postID=1112137919592805858' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34489110/posts/default/1112137919592805858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34489110/posts/default/1112137919592805858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nofantasyleft.blogspot.com/2007/05/apologies.html' title='Apologies?'/><author><name>Anette</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7PQP_nmNa2w/Rk2lkZyWtBI/AAAAAAAAABI/RUfa102ZriA/s72-c/IMG_0318.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34489110.post-1799892884787832628</id><published>2007-03-10T22:41:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-03-10T22:49:10.616+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Me and my man</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7PQP_nmNa2w/RfMntObE6jI/AAAAAAAAAA8/dlS0H3GIKhI/s1600-h/DSC00108.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5040416065876978226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7PQP_nmNa2w/RfMntObE6jI/AAAAAAAAAA8/dlS0H3GIKhI/s400/DSC00108.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just thought this picture was nice. Just sad that the quality is poor, since its taken with a mobile camera. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34489110-1799892884787832628?l=nofantasyleft.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nofantasyleft.blogspot.com/feeds/1799892884787832628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34489110&amp;postID=1799892884787832628' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34489110/posts/default/1799892884787832628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34489110/posts/default/1799892884787832628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nofantasyleft.blogspot.com/2007/03/me-and-my-man.html' title='Me and my man'/><author><name>Anette</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7PQP_nmNa2w/RfMntObE6jI/AAAAAAAAAA8/dlS0H3GIKhI/s72-c/DSC00108.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34489110.post-4713596258064765522</id><published>2007-02-21T19:11:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-02-21T19:14:33.857+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Metallica</title><content type='html'>Oh I almost forgot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am banking on getting tickets to se Metallica in july.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will be 7 months pregnant at the time, but am praying to the powers to be that I will be in a good enough shape to enjoy the consert.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34489110-4713596258064765522?l=nofantasyleft.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nofantasyleft.blogspot.com/feeds/4713596258064765522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34489110&amp;postID=4713596258064765522' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34489110/posts/default/4713596258064765522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34489110/posts/default/4713596258064765522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nofantasyleft.blogspot.com/2007/02/metallica.html' title='Metallica'/><author><name>Anette</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34489110.post-4793675082333866944</id><published>2007-02-21T18:49:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-02-21T19:06:48.971+01:00</updated><title type='text'>I am ordenary</title><content type='html'>I am painfully ordenary, acctually acctually so ordenary that I belive that I am boring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And at the moment, I am seriously lacking energy. I need at least 12 houres of sleep every night, if I don`t, I spend my entire work day imagning myself curled up on the flor under my desk. And belive me, a little dark corner with hardwood floor has never looked so appealing as it did some days ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its cold here now, really really cold today. The wind is blowing from freaking Siberia, and my oven is on the highes level, and still not hot enough. Damn us for buying this hous in the middle of the summer and not thinking about the fact that there is no fire place in this freakingly cold house. So I have put it on the check list for the next house we are to buy (some time in the future)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to go sleep a little now. And start thinking about something normal to write about in the future. And try to figure out where my phonecable is so I can put some more pictures her, because pictures are always fun, and I need to do some fun soon, perhaps on friday when the weekend finally arriwes and I can stay up late, and sleep in in the morgning and not get up at freaking 6 in the morgning, no human beeing should ever be forced to get up at 6 in the morgning its just not right. Expecially if that person is pregnant, and I so shold get a new job, but nobody wants to hire a pregnant person, and I think I will shut the F up now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34489110-4793675082333866944?l=nofantasyleft.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nofantasyleft.blogspot.com/feeds/4793675082333866944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34489110&amp;postID=4793675082333866944' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34489110/posts/default/4793675082333866944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34489110/posts/default/4793675082333866944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nofantasyleft.blogspot.com/2007/02/i-am-ordenary.html' title='I am ordenary'/><author><name>Anette</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34489110.post-6360031932573935345</id><published>2007-01-22T14:58:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-01-22T15:21:23.819+01:00</updated><title type='text'>I am a BITCH</title><content type='html'>I can only say, poor poor CB&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He really did a dumb thing when he sayd he wanted to have a baby. I don`t think he knew what would happen with his nice, loving, and cuddly girlfriend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Befor I met CB I always pictured myself beeing single and childless at least untill I was 30 something. And I was determent to adopt a baby when the time came. I did not se the point in getting married. And I could never belive that i would be able to fart, and poop in front of a man withouth beeing embarresed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well CB came along and truly rocked my world. I am now pregnant, and the baby is more than welcomed. Beeing pregnant on the other hand sucks. And I really truly did not know how much it would suck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People talk about the nausia, the vometing, the tiredness, so its expected. I myself have it easy, and thats what really worries me. I am nausious, but not all the time, I am tired, but can function. And I have yet to throw up. And knowing that there are a lot of women that`s got it a lot worse than me, makes me feel really bad about what I am going to write next. (and also makes me feel a bit lik a hypocondiac)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pregnancy sucks!&lt;br /&gt;I can not for the life of me understand why on earth I said yes to doing this.&lt;br /&gt;Why the hell do people do this more than once, willingly?&lt;br /&gt;Had I known how it would be beforhand, I really would have adopted.&lt;br /&gt;I have told CB that he better pray for it to be two babies in my uterus, becauce there is no way in hell I am doing this again.&lt;br /&gt;What sucks the most is the fact that I can not be touched. Every time CB tries to cuddle, I push him away. He knows that I only do it because I get nausious du to the pregnancy, but I still feel really bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know the "right" answers to my questions, but it does`nt help right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I have not started stressing out about the consept of squeesing a child out between my legs yet. or the breastmilk versus formula thing. I belive I have a glorious time ahead of me.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am praying for some sort of revelation that wil make all my worries dissapear, and make me enjoy these 8 months I have left. Because all I can think now is put me in a coma an wake me when the baby is here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps: I got a new job :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34489110-6360031932573935345?l=nofantasyleft.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nofantasyleft.blogspot.com/feeds/6360031932573935345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34489110&amp;postID=6360031932573935345' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34489110/posts/default/6360031932573935345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34489110/posts/default/6360031932573935345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nofantasyleft.blogspot.com/2007/01/i-am-bitch.html' title='I am a BITCH'/><author><name>Anette</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34489110.post-6460548208056677816</id><published>2006-12-31T03:05:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-12-31T03:19:33.725+01:00</updated><title type='text'>new years</title><content type='html'>So what will you be doing to celebrate the new year?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were invited to a cottage with a frien of mine her husband, and two friends of his. But we turned that down, because my CB does not like one of the friends of the husband. Wich is ok by me, seing that beeing stuck at a cottage in the middle of nowhere with some people that you dont really care that much about, can be a bit enoying, expecially if you throw alcohol and fireworks in the mix.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well my friend is also pregnant, and since we sayd no to going on the trip, they decided not to go anyway. Witch I also can understand, one sober pregnant lady, and three drunken guys... not so much fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the as nice as my friend is, she tried to invite us over for a quiet meal, just the four of us. So that we could go in to the new year in good company.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CB didn`t want to do that eighter... why, one might asked, well I didn`t. I just thonk he is really really sosially retarded. But the only reason I didn`t feel like pushing him to go, is the fact that I am to, pregnant. And me showing up at a new years party not drinking, would be a dead giv away. And we don`t want to tell people yet. (only the interweb)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now I think my friend is a bit pissed, or anoyed. And I can in some sorts understand it, when they continue to invite us to do stuff, and we keep rejecting. She finally now said, that she will not invite us to do anything, untill we invite them to do something first. And in my eyes that is a fare deal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only it can probably take some time untill we invite the, I first have to train CB in sosialising with people, any clues on how to do that will be greatly appriciated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;enjoy the last of this year, and have good 2007&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34489110-6460548208056677816?l=nofantasyleft.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nofantasyleft.blogspot.com/feeds/6460548208056677816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34489110&amp;postID=6460548208056677816' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34489110/posts/default/6460548208056677816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34489110/posts/default/6460548208056677816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nofantasyleft.blogspot.com/2006/12/new-years.html' title='new years'/><author><name>Anette</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34489110.post-8698396388851092467</id><published>2006-12-29T20:00:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-12-29T20:12:17.250+01:00</updated><title type='text'>weight and shit</title><content type='html'>Holy mother of god&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am like a vacume, I somehow suck all the fat in my surrondings into my body.&lt;br /&gt;I a m hoping that i can blame my sudden jump in fat % on the baby, al though, to be faire. I started to gain weight before the baby was concived.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess exercise is the way to go, if I am hopin to stay healthy for the next 9 months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;enough of the jibberish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas went surprisingly well, I think I went thru all the family dinners without affending anyone. And that is a huge accomplishment, due to the fact that I usually only have to say two words in the wrong order before my mother gives me the evil eye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And over to the big selebration of new years eve!  what are we doing, tamtamtam&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nothing, absolutly nothing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not that I acctually mind, but if would be nice to se some enthusiasme in CB`s eyes.&lt;br /&gt;I am getting a bit worried about him, but thats for a nother post, don`t have the energy to get into that right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a good one, and c ya round&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34489110-8698396388851092467?l=nofantasyleft.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nofantasyleft.blogspot.com/feeds/8698396388851092467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34489110&amp;postID=8698396388851092467' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34489110/posts/default/8698396388851092467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34489110/posts/default/8698396388851092467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nofantasyleft.blogspot.com/2006/12/weight-and-shit.html' title='weight and shit'/><author><name>Anette</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34489110.post-7007709648642419453</id><published>2006-12-22T21:44:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-12-22T21:45:28.185+01:00</updated><title type='text'>BIG News</title><content type='html'>I am knocked up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a bun in the oven&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am pregnant&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So lets all pray that this one sticks, so I can have a jolly holly christmas&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34489110-7007709648642419453?l=nofantasyleft.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nofantasyleft.blogspot.com/feeds/7007709648642419453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34489110&amp;postID=7007709648642419453' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34489110/posts/default/7007709648642419453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34489110/posts/default/7007709648642419453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nofantasyleft.blogspot.com/2006/12/big-news.html' title='BIG News'/><author><name>Anette</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34489110.post-4419398057765280220</id><published>2006-12-20T18:41:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-12-20T19:09:00.992+01:00</updated><title type='text'>marriage</title><content type='html'>No I have not been proposed at.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am curious about one thing.&lt;br /&gt;Everybody says that marriage is so hard, takes a lot of work, and a lot of  people says that if they knew up front how much hard work it takes, they probably wouldn`t have gotten married.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, isn`t a relationship where one live together just as much hard work? Doesen`t it take the same amount of cearing, respect, and love to make that work?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think it does.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though I do understand, that if you think that marriage is going to make everything easier, and make everything automaticly fiks it self, you are in for a rude awakening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some people also say that they have moments where if they where not married they would have left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I say why? How can you be so sure that you would have just up and left if it wheren`t for the marriage? Why would one fight less for a relationship if it isn`t legal?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that I am in for some very good times, and some very bad times, but I can`t imagen giving up on my relationship just because I am not married.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was initially against marriage, though I always said that I would consider it if we had a small wedding, (i would love to elope, just the two of us) and mostly because of the economical advances we would recive in our country.&lt;br /&gt;But now that I have found my man, I am acctually changing my mind a little at the time, due to the fact that I know that it would make him happy to have a big wedding, and invite his whole family, and all that emotional stuff... So maby there will be a marriage in the future, only he has to propose first:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34489110-4419398057765280220?l=nofantasyleft.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nofantasyleft.blogspot.com/feeds/4419398057765280220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34489110&amp;postID=4419398057765280220' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34489110/posts/default/4419398057765280220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34489110/posts/default/4419398057765280220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nofantasyleft.blogspot.com/2006/12/marriage.html' title='marriage'/><author><name>Anette</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34489110.post-6974197609666102247</id><published>2006-12-16T14:47:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-12-16T15:01:44.835+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Pictures</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I love to se other peoples pictures, so I thought I should post some of mine. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am one of these people that still haven`t bought myself a digital camera, so the pictures are taken with my phone, and the quality sort of sucks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5009121834559476162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7PQP_nmNa2w/RYP5xOGSEcI/AAAAAAAAAAM/blNv6C7tRCI/s200/DSC00113.JPG" border="0" /&gt;This is my kitchen, it`s very small, so therefore its always a bit cluttered.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5009122285531042258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7PQP_nmNa2w/RYP6LeGSEdI/AAAAAAAAAAU/RF4NxfR_P6w/s200/DSC00114.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;As you can se, we have to use all the the space there is to store our kitchen things.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5009122740797575650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7PQP_nmNa2w/RYP6l-GSEeI/AAAAAAAAAAc/vAnmrmmB2c4/s200/DSC00115.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is our brand new bookshelve, witch is a christmas present from my dad. We had to buy it our selves so therefore we put it up traight away:) note my christmas decoration...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5009123436582277618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7PQP_nmNa2w/RYP7OeGSEfI/AAAAAAAAAAk/UuqRdosHPrg/s200/DSC00116.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And to show of my nice plant.... It grows no matter what I do, or don`t do. I like it. And i have 4 of them...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you have any pictures you want to se, don`t hesitate to let me know.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I aim to please&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34489110-6974197609666102247?l=nofantasyleft.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nofantasyleft.blogspot.com/feeds/6974197609666102247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34489110&amp;postID=6974197609666102247' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34489110/posts/default/6974197609666102247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34489110/posts/default/6974197609666102247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nofantasyleft.blogspot.com/2006/12/pictures.html' title='Pictures'/><author><name>Anette</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7PQP_nmNa2w/RYP5xOGSEcI/AAAAAAAAAAM/blNv6C7tRCI/s72-c/DSC00113.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34489110.post-3935718677881431291</id><published>2006-12-09T02:03:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-12-09T02:24:29.512+01:00</updated><title type='text'>not the best...but far from the worst</title><content type='html'>Its been almost a month... a whole month, since I posted something here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So whats new&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not mutch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I`m really having a big discussion with myself whether or not I should quit my job...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I`m have a temp job in a bank, and I was told that it would last from september to december, with a posibillity for a permanant contract with the bank. ( i guessed it was for screening me and se if I was good enough for the job) Well, I recived only good feedback from everybody, both my coworkers, and my contact at the temp agency. And then they go and give me a new temp contract that will last untill march.... And then perhaps I will get a permanent contract.  And on top of it all, they decided that I should work 50%  in the bank office where I am currently working, and 50% in another bank office... witch is not something I have any desire to do, because I sort of like it where I am now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What troubles me the most with this is, my problems with changes.... I really need stability to function well be comfortable and be able to do my best. If things around me constantly change, I get unsecure, I get a lot of stomaces, and a little depressed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also have trouble standing up for myself, witch really is a quality I would like to improve. I keep my mouth shut In situations, where I would probably have benefitted from speaking my mind, in fear of repecussions. and that sort of pisses me of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a happier note, my life is really good at the moment. I have a nice and good man who loves me, I have a home to go home to, witch we own (along with the bank) and we have enough money to pay for the things we need, and some of what we want. So I really should note be allowed to complane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So my wishes for newyear is a new nice job, and a baby&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34489110-3935718677881431291?l=nofantasyleft.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nofantasyleft.blogspot.com/feeds/3935718677881431291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34489110&amp;postID=3935718677881431291' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34489110/posts/default/3935718677881431291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34489110/posts/default/3935718677881431291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nofantasyleft.blogspot.com/2006/12/not-bestbut-far-from-worst.html' title='not the best...but far from the worst'/><author><name>Anette</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34489110.post-7351946229508774150</id><published>2006-11-14T19:09:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T19:38:17.823+01:00</updated><title type='text'>christmas</title><content type='html'>Christmas is coming up, and for the first time in my life I am on my own... When it comes to the christmas shopping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The previous years I have had the luxury of giving my sister some money and almost every gift has magically appeared under the christmas tree including the one for her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year however I have to realise that I am becoming a grown woman (oh my gawd I just called myself a woman) with a family of my own, and therefor have to do my crappy christmas shopping myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that is when the stress hits me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have hardly any experience with gift buying (because I always gave my sister that job) and therefore have no idea what so ever to buy people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don`t like reciving gifts eighter, and can therefor not transfere my wishes to the people I am buying for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate shopping in general, yes I am a girl, but still hate shopping in any way shape or form.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and I have a mild form of agoraphobia (i think thats the term) I hate it when there are many people around me, and the continously bump into me, and bring theyre screaming enoying kids with them, and manages to make the ques longer and slower due to the fact that they have to argue on prices, explane (lie) why theire credit card dosen`t work and so on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have however also promised my darling CB to go to town with him in december when the christmas lights have come up in the shopping streets. So you can truly say I am soooo digging my own grave this year. I can not wait for new years to come along.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a more positive note, my man managed to get hired on a permanant basis, so yeay we are not going to go bancrupt this year. Now if only I could get a permanent employment we can maybe go on hollyday next year, somewhere with long sandy beaches, blue oceans, a really hot sun, and cold beers that cost next to nothing.... Oh I am daydreaming now&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34489110-7351946229508774150?l=nofantasyleft.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nofantasyleft.blogspot.com/feeds/7351946229508774150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34489110&amp;postID=7351946229508774150' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34489110/posts/default/7351946229508774150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34489110/posts/default/7351946229508774150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nofantasyleft.blogspot.com/2006/11/christmas.html' title='christmas'/><author><name>Anette</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34489110.post-4429714210729488188</id><published>2006-11-02T14:06:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-11-02T14:35:46.159+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Falling down</title><content type='html'>It`s so typically me, or my life to be exact&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let`s just say none of the life changing events happend...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn`t get the baby I wanted, though I know that will probably happen later&lt;br /&gt;and&lt;br /&gt;I didn`t get the job that I wanted, arg!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now I have to start applying for new jobs, and I hate going to job interviues, I truly madly deaply hate it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am to shy when I met new people to fully show of my good sides, therfor they choose someone other than me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I could only think of some super smart business idea that would make me enough money to buy the things I need, and some of the things I want ( see I am not greedy and wishing to be filthy rich here) and could be able to work  when I wanna work. ( trust me I would work longer houres if I could choose the houres) Oh and it should be something that I would think is fun to do. And I am stopping now before I get to eager and put up to many criterias.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So do you have a job for me?&lt;br /&gt;Or a business idea you wanna give away?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I`m here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I`m waiting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;darnit&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34489110-4429714210729488188?l=nofantasyleft.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nofantasyleft.blogspot.com/feeds/4429714210729488188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34489110&amp;postID=4429714210729488188' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34489110/posts/default/4429714210729488188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34489110/posts/default/4429714210729488188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nofantasyleft.blogspot.com/2006/11/falling-down.html' title='Falling down'/><author><name>Anette</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34489110.post-659577057611366819</id><published>2006-10-26T18:11:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-10-26T18:31:52.158+02:00</updated><title type='text'>hmmm</title><content type='html'>Just to say, one of the life changing events that could really shake my nerves and rattle my brain, went haywire, down the toilet litterally. And that sucks, but I will survive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am still waiting for the result of the other one, and will know by the end of next week. And I am relly crossing my fingers and hoping that the powers to be don`t let me down twice in such a short period. (though with my luck, it wouldn`t surprise me if they do)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough about the secret stuff, and over to some dead serious stuff... I am finally filling out the health forms to my life insuranse policy, so that in case I might drop off the face of the eart, at least my dear man will be financially secured for the rest of his life. (And so will I if he drops off.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, in order to get these, I have to fill out a shit load of papers and fill in my entire medical history for the last 10 TEN years. If a person has been healty like CB, its no problem, he just answers no to every fucking question, but I how ever, I have to look through a lot of papers and try to remember when I was at the doctor, what tests I have taken, and when I took each test. And since I have arthritis and even had an operation because of it I have taken some tests and stuff, and been to the doctor a few times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So starting to fill out the forms, not what I want to spend my evening doing... Parhaps I should do it on saturday, while drinking... one of the questions is Do you drink, I gues I could tick that yes box then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, thank god the weekend is coming up soon:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34489110-659577057611366819?l=nofantasyleft.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nofantasyleft.blogspot.com/feeds/659577057611366819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34489110&amp;postID=659577057611366819' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34489110/posts/default/659577057611366819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34489110/posts/default/659577057611366819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nofantasyleft.blogspot.com/2006/10/hmmm.html' title='hmmm'/><author><name>Anette</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34489110.post-5411748465060832185</id><published>2006-10-19T23:59:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-10-20T00:05:05.989+02:00</updated><title type='text'>change</title><content type='html'>My life is going through some big changes at the moment, hopefully they will turn out to be good changes, at least I am hoping they will turn out to be. But they can easaly turn out to be bad, and that sort of freaks me out a little.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can`t really say what`s going on at the moment, but that is only in "fear" that someone finds out who I am, and I don`t want anyone to know anything untill I can tell them myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I promise I will fill you in on the details later, even if you`r interestded or not:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keep smiling&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34489110-5411748465060832185?l=nofantasyleft.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nofantasyleft.blogspot.com/feeds/5411748465060832185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34489110&amp;postID=5411748465060832185' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34489110/posts/default/5411748465060832185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34489110/posts/default/5411748465060832185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nofantasyleft.blogspot.com/2006/10/change.html' title='change'/><author><name>Anette</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34489110.post-6485768233550006615</id><published>2006-10-15T00:43:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-10-15T01:18:21.459+02:00</updated><title type='text'>lurker</title><content type='html'>I`ve been a lurker in the blogging world for aboy two years now. I can`t remeber how it all got started, but one of the first sites i started so top by on a regular bases was &lt;a href="http://www.amalah.com"&gt;Amalah&lt;/a&gt;`s site through her site I found &lt;a href="http://www.breakfastoflosers.com"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; witch has not been updated so often lately. I also found &lt;a href="http://www.rockstarmommy.com"&gt;RSM`s&lt;/a&gt; site, and that has been my favorite site for the last year or two.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now reasently I decided that I don`t wanto be a lurker anymore, I also wanna share my thoughts and visions, and perhaps be interesting enough to make some internet friends, becaus what I have read through the sites I have been at, they do make relationships with other people. And that seems so mutch fun. Only I feel I might not be funny enough, smart enough, witty enough, maby people wont take my sence of irony... And then its all the same as the real world again... trying to fit in, trying to get noticed in a crowd of people, by the pople that you think is interesting. And then I have to remind myself, that I am me, and I do love beeing me, and all the queerks that defines who I am is good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I am trying to convey, is that although I would love to have all the people I enjoy reading, read my site and liking me, and more, is a bit mutch to ask, There are millions of sites out there, and many many many that are funny and intresting and nice to read. And in trying to compete with them mught be difficult, and all I eventualy can do is be honest, and my self. And hope someone might appreciate me, and i the same to them:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps: I`ve had a couple of beers:) And like it&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34489110-6485768233550006615?l=nofantasyleft.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nofantasyleft.blogspot.com/feeds/6485768233550006615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34489110&amp;postID=6485768233550006615' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34489110/posts/default/6485768233550006615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34489110/posts/default/6485768233550006615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nofantasyleft.blogspot.com/2006/10/lurker.html' title='lurker'/><author><name>Anette</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34489110.post-6605929267178658131</id><published>2006-10-07T13:56:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-10-07T14:02:35.211+02:00</updated><title type='text'>OMG</title><content type='html'>Oh my god&lt;br /&gt;My neighbour had a party last night, and one of his guests dicided to take a leak outside... he stood on the steps and fucking peed on our walkway... and when I told him to get his act together and pee in another direction than our walkway he didn`t react. I was so stunned, and it was 1.30 am that I didn`t know how to react. And there was no point to do anything else, cause he was drunk out of his mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I`m so going to file a complaint agains my neighbour. But I don`t wanna start a neighbour fight either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I`m shocked&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34489110-6605929267178658131?l=nofantasyleft.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nofantasyleft.blogspot.com/feeds/6605929267178658131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34489110&amp;postID=6605929267178658131' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34489110/posts/default/6605929267178658131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34489110/posts/default/6605929267178658131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nofantasyleft.blogspot.com/2006/10/omg.html' title='OMG'/><author><name>Anette</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34489110.post-3881229905181949931</id><published>2006-10-04T19:39:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-10-04T19:57:49.869+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Where did the years go</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/790/4210/1600/Anette%20og%20Hege.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/790/4210/200/Anette%20og%20Hege.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Once upon a time I looked like this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Blond blue eyed naive, and ready to learn and grow older. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now a few years, ok a lot of years later, all I have left is the blue eyes.  And I am a bit naiv still, but however, a lot more cynical. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Life is truly a bitch. Or a bad boyfriend. Slaps you around for a while, and just when you think you can`t take it anymore, turns right around and surprises you by treating you nice, and makes you feel better then you have ever feelt untill that moment. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ok, I am having a bad day, or, I don`t know, my mood is going up and down like a rollercoaster, but without going so high that I acctually feel good. and it sucks, because I really don`t know what causes this. So when CB asks me why I am sad, I don`t have an answer to give him, and that makes me feel even worse. Shit&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think I am going to go to sleep soon, and pray that the mood is better tomorrow. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Could it bee that I am pregnant? I dear not hope... But it would explane it... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34489110-3881229905181949931?l=nofantasyleft.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nofantasyleft.blogspot.com/feeds/3881229905181949931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34489110&amp;postID=3881229905181949931' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34489110/posts/default/3881229905181949931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34489110/posts/default/3881229905181949931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nofantasyleft.blogspot.com/2006/10/where-did-years-go.html' title='Where did the years go'/><author><name>Anette</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34489110.post-115981920678905879</id><published>2006-10-02T21:58:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-10-02T22:00:06.800+02:00</updated><title type='text'>addicted</title><content type='html'>I am addicted to &lt;a href="http://gprime.net/game.php/chainreaction"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; right now my high score is 2682, can you beat it&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34489110-115981920678905879?l=nofantasyleft.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nofantasyleft.blogspot.com/feeds/115981920678905879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34489110&amp;postID=115981920678905879' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34489110/posts/default/115981920678905879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34489110/posts/default/115981920678905879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nofantasyleft.blogspot.com/2006/10/addicted.html' title='addicted'/><author><name>Anette</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34489110.post-115978571613745929</id><published>2006-10-02T11:39:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-10-02T12:41:56.170+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Drink`n</title><content type='html'>I came I saw I conquered, or at least I tried.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spent my weekend cleaning, drinking, and sleeping, sounds like fun.... at least the houres spent drinking where, the houres befor and after the drinking bit... not so mutch fun...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was CB`s last day at his old job friday, and in that occasion e had to have a party with all the old coworkers. I used to work at det same place so I know all of them to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thay are a nice bunch of people, and like me they tend to drink a little to mutch when they first drink, so the music got loud, and the discussions got louder. If I had quiet neighbours I might have gotten a little worried. But since our neighbour chooses to blast his sterio every thursday after 11 pm, when I have to go to work every friday morning at 8am, I don`t give a rats ass about him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was also a bit reluctant about letting people smoke their sigarettes in the house, since oure couch is white, but thought hey theire grown up people, and must have learned something over the years. I was wrong, my nice white couch now has a not so nice little burn mark in it. Damit! I choose not to get angry about it. and try not to think about it.... (not working yet)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So sunday was spent in bed for the most part. If it wheren`t for the hangowers I think I would get drunk more often.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not the most productive weekend, but I guess I have to cherish them, because I doubt I will find the time to this when we get kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way the pregnancy test came out negative, I guess you gessed that, becaus I am noet that idiotic and mindless enough to drink while pregnant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a nice day&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34489110-115978571613745929?l=nofantasyleft.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nofantasyleft.blogspot.com/feeds/115978571613745929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34489110&amp;postID=115978571613745929' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34489110/posts/default/115978571613745929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34489110/posts/default/115978571613745929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nofantasyleft.blogspot.com/2006/10/drinkn.html' title='Drink`n'/><author><name>Anette</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34489110.post-115956371482625970</id><published>2006-09-29T22:29:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2006-10-02T08:50:45.206+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Shopping and friends</title><content type='html'>I went shopping today.&lt;br /&gt;And then I rememberd I hate shopping. specially if it`s a bit crowded.&lt;br /&gt;Put me in a cue and I will turn cranky, and mad, an possibly get a headache.&lt;br /&gt;But anyway, the shopping today went better than expected, I managed to buy some chlothes, didn`t get to irritated at my friend for trying on the clothes before buying them, (I have been known to get a bit grumpy when other people uses a long time, I am a quick shopper!) and the cues where not to long. and we got food, food always helps the mood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went with a good friend of mine (dont have that many left) and she brought along her 12 weeks old baby. And he behaved like the perfect gentleman, and did not cry. I am so putting in an order for a baby like that... He is really adorable and makse me want a baby right now. But then we went on a visit to another friend who has a 6 weeks old baby, and that baby actually cries. Makes me not want a baby, but only for a second. Because when I held her, she beaved nicely. I am better then her mommy ne ne ne&lt;br /&gt;Woho I have a magic power, I make babys stop crying, take that superman...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on another note, my mom is not a cold harted bitch, even though it might seem like it from my last post. I do love her, she is just sosially retarded, like I am starting to be...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow I am gonna get batshit drunk,(unless the pregnancy test turns positive first.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace out! dah!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34489110-115956371482625970?l=nofantasyleft.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nofantasyleft.blogspot.com/feeds/115956371482625970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34489110&amp;postID=115956371482625970' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34489110/posts/default/115956371482625970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34489110/posts/default/115956371482625970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nofantasyleft.blogspot.com/2006/09/shopping-and-friends.html' title='Shopping and friends'/><author><name>Anette</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34489110.post-115944431097358640</id><published>2006-09-28T12:49:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-09-28T13:51:54.620+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Hugging</title><content type='html'>First of I have to say that I am a cold person. In tha way that I don`t express my emotions in a big way. It takes a lot for me to get exited over something, og angry for that matter. This is not a feature I am proud to posess. It`s more an irritating thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am also not comfortable with people invading my personal space. Like hugging at all times. I don`t like it when people can se what I am doing on the computer either. And thats even if I am not doing anythig wrong or unsuiteble...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About hugging&lt;br /&gt;I can acctually not remember my mother hugging me once while growing up. I`m sure that she hugged me when I was a baby, but probably not mutch. I can remember me giving my mother a hug once, when I was about 13 years old, and her reaction was not normal. She was baffled and confused, but then she pulled her self together and smiled. I think this can explane my aversion torwards hugging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is, in my opinion a time and place for everything, and that goes for hugging. I can hug babies and children without a problem, CB is also ok to hug, but everybody else, it just creeps me out. I feel it is unnaturall, and makes me feel uncomfortable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember when I was a teenager and all of a sudden it became a popular thing to hug you friends hello and goodbye, (I still dont know how I got thrue that)  I did however get pretty good at diverting the attension away from myself, and therbye dodging a few hugs (but I think I was considered a bit weird by some)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I am trying to make my point is that hugging is something that should be reserved for the times that its needed in order to make it special and meaningfull, amongst grownups. When it comes to kids and your significant other, they should be hugged a lot so that they don`t go end up like an emotional retard like me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps: I do like CB`s hugs, but not when he has a little bit beard and rubs it hard in my neck, (though he loves to do that)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I gotta work a little&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34489110-115944431097358640?l=nofantasyleft.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nofantasyleft.blogspot.com/feeds/115944431097358640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34489110&amp;postID=115944431097358640' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34489110/posts/default/115944431097358640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34489110/posts/default/115944431097358640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nofantasyleft.blogspot.com/2006/09/hugging.html' title='Hugging'/><author><name>Anette</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34489110.post-115877332141812594</id><published>2006-09-20T19:20:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-09-20T20:42:05.363+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Need more time</title><content type='html'>I honestly do not get how you people can fin the time to blog, every day. Don`t get me wrong I so apprisiate (how do i spell that word) it, because it gives me something to read at work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have some ideas on what I want to write, but I do want to do it right, and not just a post that is 5 lines long, and I also want to have a picture or two, because everybody loves pictures. (Well I do so that is everybody) So I gues I should become some sort of weekend blogger, and post alot of posts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also wanna be funny, and smart, and cool... Witch is not so easy as it sounds I have learned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I now work from 8 to 4 everyday, and that means I try to get up at 6 in the morning (not always that easy) beacause the traffic is a bitch from where I live. The fact that I don`t manages to get to sleep untill 2am most of the nights (not my fault...) renders me quite tired a lot. So when I get home I have energy to make dinner, and then its gone.  Witch sucks, because I have so much I would like to do, and trust me when you are tired and only thinks about sleeping, time flies, ond wosh its 1 am.  ( I am quite good at rambling, have you notised?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So something else:&lt;br /&gt;My gorgous man CB, has been asnking me for 6 months now if we can make a baby, and I have finally said yes, and quit my pills. I have agreed to this after a lot, and I mean a LOT of thinking back an forth. My reasons for turning the idea down where: I don`t have a steady job, and he doesn`t have a steady job. That is not as bad as it sounds, because we both had steady jobs, but none of us were happy there, and fortunantly we got new jobs. The only thing is, his job is a temp job for three months with a good chance for a permanent position. And my job is a temp job for 1 month first, then if they like me I get 3 months more, and if they still like me I will get a full employment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My problem is, if I get pregnant, I will probably get morning sickness, and not feel so great, and that could cause a problem for my further employment. and if that happendt I will get unemployd, witch is not that well payed, and will leave me with no maternety money. and if CB does not get a regular job, he will also end up on unemployment, so we could be fucking our self into a finacial ruin quite litterally, he he&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the upside, I do not want to be an old mom, and, it will probably never be an ideal time to get pregnant, if I should think about the problems that can accure. And I think I will be a good mom, and I am ready.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the biggest reason of them all, beeing on the pill SUCKS big time. I get depressed on the pill, or at least the brands I have tried, and trust me it sucks. I have never cried so much ever, I think I cried more those months than I have the rest of my life. So I had to quit those. I also tried som new pills, witch had a much lower hormone level. And I didn`t get depressed on them, but my period never went away... and what is the point of taking the pill if you ain`t gettin any!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So wow, this post actually got a bit long. Hope it was understandeble. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C`ya round&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34489110-115877332141812594?l=nofantasyleft.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nofantasyleft.blogspot.com/feeds/115877332141812594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34489110&amp;postID=115877332141812594' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34489110/posts/default/115877332141812594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34489110/posts/default/115877332141812594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nofantasyleft.blogspot.com/2006/09/need-more-time.html' title='Need more time'/><author><name>Anette</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34489110.post-115850072906272971</id><published>2006-09-17T15:23:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-09-17T15:45:29.086+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Housework</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4294/3801/1600/DSC00022.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4294/3801/200/DSC00022.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4294/3801/1600/DSC00021.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4294/3801/200/DSC00021.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and my man only just moved in to our house, august 1 to be exact. And we do have a lot of work to do, fortunently for us, non of the work is something that has to be done right away. So we cant take it a little at the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We started the first step by installing a dishwasher in hour kitchen. And I am so happy that I was at work when CB (my man) and his brother was doing this, because the pictures I got on my phone made me not wanting to come home untill it was done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;But The end result turned out great, so I am not complaining. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The next thing CB started to work on was putting in kables so that I can have a tv in our room, and internet in our basement and attic. I`m sure I`m gonna love the end result, but it can be a tad bit exhausting, when I am going to bed and the tv is in my bed... And it`s an old tv so I cant carry it... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;One thing is surten, when it comes time for the big things to get done, I am hireing professionals, and going on vacation untill there done.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34489110-115850072906272971?l=nofantasyleft.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nofantasyleft.blogspot.com/feeds/115850072906272971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34489110&amp;postID=115850072906272971' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34489110/posts/default/115850072906272971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34489110/posts/default/115850072906272971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nofantasyleft.blogspot.com/2006/09/housework.html' title='Housework'/><author><name>Anette</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34489110.post-115843831031770298</id><published>2006-09-16T22:19:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-09-16T22:31:17.760+02:00</updated><title type='text'>So this is me</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4294/3801/1600/anetteog??l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4294/3801/320/anetteog%3F%3Fl.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thought I should post a picture of me, because I am so damn beutyful and alle of u deserve to se it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a weird sence of humor, and love to be ironic, though it may not alway translate that well to writing, I hope you get it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, the picture is from a wedding we attended this summer, and I may or may not be a tad bit drunk, but at least I am happy because I found alcohol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ps. Thanks to &lt;a href="http://www.kidslifewife.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://www.kidslifewife.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt; for helping a newbee out a little&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34489110-115843831031770298?l=nofantasyleft.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nofantasyleft.blogspot.com/feeds/115843831031770298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34489110&amp;postID=115843831031770298' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34489110/posts/default/115843831031770298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34489110/posts/default/115843831031770298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nofantasyleft.blogspot.com/2006/09/so-this-is-me.html' title='So this is me'/><author><name>Anette</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34489110.post-115835667500846792</id><published>2006-09-15T23:36:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-09-15T23:44:35.016+02:00</updated><title type='text'>So I am online...</title><content type='html'>This is the first of many (I hope posts) If anyone will read it is something that remaines to be seen. Though it is not my first priority at the moment. My first goal is to find out how this works, and if you have any tips or pointers on how to make it better, you are more than welcome to do so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About myself, I am a 25 year old norwegian woman (girl), living in my native country. I currently work a temp job in a bank, hoping that it will become my permanent job. I have a gorgeous man that I share my life with, no he has not proposed yet. And we live in a small house that we just bought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you have anything you wold like me to write about just let me know, untill then I will continue to rant about everything and nothing. Hopefully I will figure out how I put pictures in her to, and that will be exiting...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See you around, I hope&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34489110-115835667500846792?l=nofantasyleft.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nofantasyleft.blogspot.com/feeds/115835667500846792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34489110&amp;postID=115835667500846792' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34489110/posts/default/115835667500846792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34489110/posts/default/115835667500846792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nofantasyleft.blogspot.com/2006/09/so-i-am-online.html' title='So I am online...'/><author><name>Anette</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
