Our weekend in Copenhagen

We went to Copenhagen this weekend to play against another newly started netball club. A bit far just to play a match it seems, but as we are the only team in Sweden at the moment, what can you do? :p

As it happens, although the other team hadnt been playing together for very long, they had all certainly been playing netball for a good part of their lives.

Our team, consisting mostly of people who didnt even know the sport existed a few until a few monts ago, got absolutely slaughtered.

The scores from the 2 games were too devastating to be mentioned, but I can tell you the audience probably felt mighty awkward having to watch the whole thing through...

An embarrassing ordeal one might say, but actually we all feel pretty okay with it. We all did our very best, most of us playing better than ever before and since our teams are on such different levels regarding skill and experience, what more can you ask for?

Dont get me wrong, it sucks to loose :p But its okay, we did well. :)

Hatched egg

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So, an update on the pigeons.

We did contemplate getting rid of them, but in the end we simply couldnt quite muster the courage and savageness. We moaned about spring sun being missed out on and deeply regretted not chasing them away that first time we saw them bringing a little stick each to sit on... But fact remains, we have a pigeon family on the balcony.

We have however quite managed to arrange a way to co-exist. I have moved the little table they are on to the far right of the balcony and we can now open the door to let air and some sun rays flow into the apartment. The pigeons arent exactly thrilled about it, but they dont do much more than give us some evil stares.

Since a few days back now, our pigeons are proud parents of a baby chick.

When its warm and sunny it comes out from underneath its parent and it acutally seems to quite like the paparazzi attention. Too young to see us as anything else than something interesting perhaps. In this pic its pretty sleepy though.

When its raining they look miserable and wet.

And they fluff themselves up!

We have pigeons

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on our balcony.

For some reason, they seem think its a good spot to build a nest and start a family.

Every time I sneak up to the door to have a peek I find them already looking at me. Heads slighly twisted, surprise and suspicion - possibly annoyance - in their eyes.
Who am I to appear just like that and seem threatening?

I did want a pet, and they are kind of cute. But pigeons? On the balcony? I am too much of a softy to scare them off now, there is probably already an egg.

But my balcony! I really enjoy going out there to read a book and drink tea when the sun is out. Which is pretty much every day right now.

Bloody pigeons.

Studying, or not studying

Things getting preoccupied with whilst actually trying to study:

• Being annoyed with the Internet connection crapping out.

• Checking Facebook.

• Checking email (several times).

• Looking for apartments online.

• Looking for available jobs.

• Deciding to change desktop picture.

• Spending time finding and trying out pictures for desktop.

• Finding funny old pictures to look through.

• Writing this blog.

I dont believe this... gah! argh!

I just spent half an hour ( probably more) on writing a new post.

And then I somehow, in a split second, managed to mark all of it and type an n.

All that was left - was a stupid bloody: n

Im too tired for this. Why does it auto save every 5 seconds anyway? Why cant you go back to the version that was saved before? I thought that was the clever idea with auto save?

F*.

Sticky fantasies

From time to time, and especially during winter, I fantasise about having a tub full of lotion.

Winter time = dry air = super dry skin. "Torr som ett fnöske", I tried to explain to Anton the other night, kind of translates into "Dry as tinder" and suitably describes delicate skin in desperate need of a good moisture soak. And dont even try to pretend that this is a female conundrum only - I know you males get it too!

Moisturising takes forever and then every time you have a shower, you have to do it all again. Come February Im utterly bored of it.

Imagine having a tub full of lotion that one could simply step down into, then up again and - Done! Magically all rubbed in so that you are ready to go.

Oh, dear fantasy, how I wish you were real.

My computer can read out loud

I have an essay due Friday and I should be studying. As a matter of fact, I was. But something happened which actually almost made me fall of my chair - and I need a break to vent my sudden revelation!

When trying to find a highlighting function in an Adobe pdf file I instead accidentally stumbled across something called Read Out Loud. After having chosen Read This Page Only a voice appeared out of nowhere and actually started reading my document out to me. Headers, footers, numbers, dashes etc included and every word in each sentence in a fast and strange half mumble - only ever stopping for a split second if there was a comma or a dot.

How peculiar.

It feels almost as if I have found a little person in my laptop. It is a male and I believe he is American.