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Eating my Lunch

OH SO GOOD!

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Sadly, not oh so healthy. Eating it anyway!

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Fighting words

You know it’s a a good argument when it requires water encased in Saran Wrap hung from a cabinet handle to prove who’s right.

Lunch

I was really hungry but I also wanted to use up my half an avocado from last night.  I love avocado.  So, two slices of light rye, Trader Joes spicy Dijon,  half of a small avocado, thinly sliced celery, green pepper, red pepper, a little bit of shredded 2% blend of cheeses under broiler to try and hold it all together.

Very Colorful.

Perhaps I am really an old overweight jewish black woman who is discreetly gay in the military.

 

I am not a passionate person.  There are very few things that I have a strong enough feeling about to ever mount a protest.  I have some thoughts about why that is, but we’ll save that for another day, and
probably a protected post. I am actually quite jealous of people who have that kind of commitment to a cause.  I feel the same way about people who have a religion and can just turn their lives over to it.  But, I digress.

Lately I find myself getting angrier and angrier when I read the accounts of all the people in the world who, well lets be honest, are wrong.  Bias is wrong.  Judging an entire subset of the population to deserve less respect and decency from you based solely on a preconceived notion without knowing the person, is wrong.  Period.  There are no exceptions.  There are no excuses.  The issue of the week that has brought this to the forefront of my tiny little mind is the debate over whether to discuss whether we should remove the Don’t Ask, Don’t Tell policy in the military.  The reason for not discussing this is almost always because they want to investigate what it will do to the morale of our Armed Forces.  This is not right, or just, or moral.

If you believe judging someone based on their gender preference is wrong, then it doesn’t matter what it will do to the morale. The minute you believe that it is unjust, then you must no longer condone the behavior of those who act on this bias.

Let’s not give women the vote until we decide how big of an effect it will have on the sitting government.  Well, it will have the effect of adding some diversity and equality to the government.  Let’s not give the entire black race the rights  to use our bathrooms until we decide what effect it will have on our…on our what?  I can’t even think of a good analogy here because it’s just so perverse.

I don’t understand how people who are intelligent and seem so generally reasonable can choose which morality is appropriate.  You either believe that all people are created equal and act as such, or you don’t, and just go ahead and say it out loud.

 

 

Leftover Pics

I seem to be on a new morning schedule that means I wake up at 5am.  I’m okay with it, but the rest of the
family not so much.  The first thing I do in the mornings is ride my bike.  My bike is a regular 10 speed, but I have it mounted on a stand that I can adjust the tension on , and it’s LOUD! Not to me, I wear earbuds with music blasting. (today it’s Pink) but apparently my husband experienced nightmares about bees from yesterdays early morning ride.   I’ll have to find a solution.  Maybe when the weather is nice I’ll pop it outside.  Though, I would have to wait for sunrise. 

Anyway, while looking for my picture of my unfinished painting of my Whiskey I realized that I had random pics left on my cell phone from my trip to Stockholm.

So in lieu of witty conversation here you go:

This is taken from my seat at my temporary desk in Stockholm.  Normally someone named Chris is sitting in that empty chair right there.

This is some tasty yogurt!  I’m going to keep an eye out for it here.

This is the Swedish womens uniform.  Don’t believe me?

Look at the Subway uniform

This is a nice family from Ireland.  I caught the mother (sitting just out of the shot unfortunately) taking sneak pictures of the Swedish people so I thought it only fair that I took pictures of them. 🙂  They were very nice and quite excited when I told them my full name;  Tracy Lynn O’Bryan-Murray. 

Sunrise on my last morning. I was trying to get a shot of the cloud in the background.  It looked like a mushroom cloud!

Sitting in Amsterdam waiting to board.  This shadowy group of people is the flight crew, which is never a good sign.

Off I go to shower before Yoga.  Enjoy your Saturday!

Reflections on Height

I know, I have to stop taking pictures of myself.  I’m just not good at it, but I wanted to show you how tall Swedish people are!  The handy magnifying mirror (which everyone should invest in at home) is so HIGH that I had to tilt it down and look almost straight up at it!

Yes, for those of you paying attention, it is 6:20 am and I am blogging.  I slept until about 4:00 and then woke up.  I layed in bed trying to fall back asleep and after awhile started noticing the room getting lighter. Boo!  But as a smart woman told me yesterday, I can sleep on the plane ride home!

Last work day in this country.  Hmm, maybe everyone leaves early on Friday for the drive to their weekend houses?

I had dinner at a great Thai restaurant last night.  I love Thai food! 

Veggies and Tofu in a Coconut chili broth is one of my absolute favorites and I was very happy. (My alarm just went off and scared the bejeezus out of me!)

Johans food. His was very pretty!

 

Yay! They start serving coffee in 60 minutes!

Swedish Odyssey

Day 2 

slept and slept and slept.
Took about 5 minutes to figure out how to turn the shower on.  Then finally realized I was doing it right, it was just turned really really tight!
Shower was at an odd angle and I couldn’t reach it to fix it!
Bathtub side was really really high.  When I stepped out, I couldn’t actually reach the floor with one foot in the bath and one foot on the floor.I wonder what the average height of a Swedish person is.
My previous boss picked me up at work yesterday and took me out for a Kaffe.  Then she drove around and around and around the city so I could see things.  The strangest thing was the Hot Air Balloons.  Apparently it’s a very popular thing to do here, go riding around in the balloons.
When I arrived back at my hotel we could not get anywhere near it and there were THOUSANDS of people milling about.
She dropped me across the street and pointed me in the right direction.  Apparently I scheduled my trip for the same time as Ozzy Osborne scheduled his.
He was performing in the Globe ampitheater which is attached to my hotel.  You know, the Globe Hotel.  It was all very exciting, and a bit loud.


Day 3 (I think)
First of All – UHG.  I did not sleep last night. I finally fell asleep at about 4am and was back up at 7.

This morning I went to leave the hotel and there were 100 or so people
milling about in the lobby.  I walked out of the hotel and a man wearing
orange coveralls quickly came towards me speaking loudly in Swedish.  He
put his hands on my shoulders and started pushing me back to the hotel. 
I stopped and said, English?  To which he replied  – Bomb.  So quite
quickly I went back into the hotel.  No one seemed overly concerned so I
just stood there with everyone for quite awhile. Suddenly there was a
very loud BOOM!

Apparently what I heard him say as BOMB was in fact, BOOM!  And they had
just dynamited something in the construction site across the driveway from my hotel.

Today my hotel has been taken over by Sting!  I totally flirted with a Welsh roadie.  What a fantastic accent.


 

Stockholm Day 1

Made it through security quickly.  Not so for the man behind me trying to bring in a years supply of polident and Oil of Olay.  Why in the world wouldn’t he have put it in checked luggage?

Sitting at the gate at DTW;

Watched a couple in their 50’s or so get wheeled up in wheelchairs.  After a few moments the wife gets up and walks around.  The man has a cane, but the wife seems pretty active.  Maybe she just doesn’t like to push him?

My carry-on is too heavy!  Stupid laptop.

It’s so easy to spot the Europeans by their clothing.

Watching a couple with a young son, maybe four years old. She’s feeding him a huge chocolate brownie, then washing it down with drinks from her Coffee.  Then pouring sugar directly from a packet
into his mouth.  Very strange.
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Good flight to Amsterdam.  Sat next to a lovely man from Barcelona who is living in San Francisco and going home for a visit. (Nina, I know where your next “to go” order should come from). 

Amsterdam Airport Passport Control is CRAZY and HOT!

Flight from Amsterdam to Stockholm, very nice, and mostly empty.  This is where I finally slept for an hour.

Got to Stockholm and was very tired.  Stopped and got a cup of coffee and a cup of fruit before tackling the train.  Went to buy a train ticket and my corporate credit card was declined!  Used my own. 
Train was cool!  I’m so glad I took it.  I hope I have time and a good day on Saturday so I can ride the train around.  Got off the train in the city, hopped in a taxi for the ride in. Taxi dropped me off in front of a huge set of buildings at the bottom of a huge flight of stairs. 
Couldn’t find the office.  That’s when I found out my cell phone did not have world roaming enabled. 

Much hilarity ensued while helpful people directed me up and down and left and right for about 30 minutes, while still carrying all of my luggage.  I finally accosted a very helpful woman who called my bosses cell phone and then helped me until I found the office.

The office people are all quite lovely!  The office is even bigger than I thought, and they have outgrown it and are moving.  I think this bodes well to my plan to move in the spring.  Their offices is are also HOT!  And they are all wearing sweaters and vests and jackets.  I will be interested to see what happens when the one and only woman in their office starts experiencing hot flashes.

All right, too much typing.  Time to wrap up day 1.  Hotel is just fine! Small but nice room, only complaint is no coffee maker or microwave.  I managed to stay up for about 31 hours.  I had no idea I could do that.  Slept and slept and slept, and now here I am!  Ready for day 2!  Too lazy for uploads one by one, so here is the album of randomness.  I’ll do better tomorrow.(today?)

                                                                                                                           

Notes from a Doctors Waiting Room

  • Had to break into my emergency travel coffee supply this morning.  How can I not remember to pick up coffee beans three days in a row?
  • I have a weird tooth fix!  A long time ago I chipped between my two front teeth.  The original filling from the fix was getting discolored so to me it always looked like I had something stuck between my teeth. (Gross) This time the dentist took out the old fillings but instead of two fillings he put in one that crossed over the two teeth.  Nothing can get between my front teeth now so it should last much longer!  Feels funny, like I have something stuck between my teeth and I keep checking the mirror.  I bet I get used to it quickly.
  • Doctor gave me samples of a migraine medicine.  I’m very excited!  It’s called Maxalt.  She said for people with my type of migraines they are particularly effective at stopping them before the pain starts.  And it comes in a cute little case!
    • Passport – Check!
    • Clothes – Check!
    • Make up in Travel bag so at least if my checked bag gets lost I will look good in my new clothes that I will have to buy – Check!
    • Candy to bribe the Swedes into liking me – Check!
  • Every time I lose another full pound, I contain myself for about five minutes, then I go into my bathroom, shut the door and do a little happy dance!
    • On the same note, I bought two pairs of jeans yesterday and they fit perfectly.  I still would like to go down one more size because then the length will be correct.  I am not very tall and my wide parts dictate me wearing pants that are too long.  But I can honestly say that I am now very comfortable in my own skin.  I feel fit and healthy and I don’t feel like I’m hiding any parts of my body.  Well, maybe my thighs. 🙂
  • I think I will go to dinner at P.F. Changs tomorrow night, or afternoon since we eat dinner really early on Saturdays.
  • iTunes but a book reader app on my iPod.  I started reading the free book they put on there and today while in the waiting room at the doctors office, the scene moved to Stockholm!  How serendipitous.

 

  • Saturday is for packing, then Sunday is for stressing, then off I go!  I’m sure the hotel has wifi so I’ll be around just as much.

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