Goodbye Vilho-Ukki

I'm sitting at the university, trying to study. It's pretty hard today, as I got a phone call yesterday from my dad who told me that my grandfather had died. Yes he had cancer and yes we knew this would happen. Did it make it easier? No. My grandpa was a man of many jokes - a man with thousands of stories. There is a big hole in our hearts now, but his heart finally has healed. No more cancer pains, no more heart problems. He got to experience it all: Finland during and after the war, children, happiness, hard work, but also death and devastation. He left this world without fear, he had accepted that you cannot fool death too many times - which he had done before and had lived on borrowed time for a long time. We need to honor his life (and death) by living.. And loving.

Have a safe last trip Ukki.

My lucky number 13

2013 has not been my year so far. To be honest, it has been so crappy I've barely been able to get up in the morning at times. And I'm not the type who lets silly things drag me down, but right now all I feel is "when it rains it pours". 13 has been my lucky number - so 2013 you better not let me down, I'm counting on you! 

But I did not come here to complain. I came here to praise. Like I said it has been tough and all this time my beloved Peter has been there, by my side, even though at times even I would not like to be beside me. He has been more than understanding and has not been "pushing me" -  and trust me, I've been like a ticking bomb. We have a good life together, Peter and I, even when it's bad. 

Like I said: when it rains it pours, but I'm not standing in the rain alone.  

New glasses!

Love my new glasses! 

Lord of the theses.

Writing your thesis is very similar to Lord of the Rings. How, you ask? Well, it is sort of an adventure with highs and lows: going from a place of great happiness to desperation and then back again. I have been on that journey the past week, which is why I have not had time to update the blog. I've fought some ogres in my days, but this is a tough one.

BUT, all hope is not lost. I'm confident that me and my fearless doxie crew will make it out alive.

Sick. Just what I needed.

I always say that I don't have time to be sick. Well, it was not enough I got a bad cough and sore throat, this morning I started puking too, you know just to top it all! And I was just saying that I haven't been sick in a while, well I guess I learned a lesson there. The thing is that they can probably live without me at work, but my thesis is not gonna write itself. But first, I need my daily dose of mystery: Hercule Poirot!

Great week

It has been a good week and even better weekend. This entire week we have been cooking and trying out new stuff. And yes, even I have participated in the actual cooking and not just the eating. I actually tried out two new recipes all on my own, and since Peter ate it all, I'm pretty happy (no, I'm not saying anything about him liking my cookings). Since I am sure none of you would believe me I took pictures of what I made.

Here is homemade pita bread with turkey and veggies. I like baking!

And pasta, broccoli, prosciutto with other good stuff. 

Yesterday we had a fun day with friends Sofia, Erik and Alf (Elsa's boyfriend). We packed our dogs in the car and drove to Lövskär (?) and had a little winter "bbq" on the ice. We walked to a nice spot with the dogs and they were so happy to be running around free. We spent about 2,5 hours outside and deserved a nice movie evening with take out. :) 

 

Elsa in her blankie

And the rest of the gang :)