Rannveigs' medication

Mr Darcys' text messages were rather detailed

Rannveig has been struck down by the dreaded lurgy. In the space of a few hours during the weekend, she went from rude health to sounding like an emphysemic leopard seal with a smokers cough. Seeing as she wasn't in a fit state to do very much before collapsing in a heap, she crashed to the sofa and plugged in Mr Darcy and Miss Bennet to revive her spirits.

This seems to be one of Rannveigs favorite things. When a good murder won't do the trick, crinolene and daring glances will. This now continues the spooky tradition in our family of at least one member of each generation being hung up on Mr Darcy. My mother was just as enamoured of her generations Mr Darcy, Laurence Olivier at the time (even though with the passage of years, she has come to think better of it).

Einstein the bird

Click here to see something that is frankly, unbelievable. The bird in question is an African Grey Parrot, reputed to be the smartest of all parrots. (Of course if he's so smart, whats he doing on a cheesy game show?) Please note the gormless facial reactions of the contestants!
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Hmmmm....

Next weeks cover of Time...in your dreams

I'm normally non political in most things...hey, you there, Kittilsen, stop sniggering! But at the risk of offending some of our American readers (sorry guys, but it really is funny) I couldn't resist this one for those of you who are less than enamoured with the current Prez of de USA. I read the other day that he said "...Europe is Americas closest ally." Given one of my favorite Bushisms is about how he protects his countrymen, I think I had better start measuring up for the bomb shelter in the front yard!

"Our enemies are innovative and resourceful, and so are we. They never stop thinking about new ways to harm our country and our people, and neither do we."
—GWB Washington, D.C., Aug. 5, 2004

Would you buy a used car from this woman?

Honest, it really tastes like a New York steak...

On our many cafe tours on weekends, LC and Rannveig deal with the issue of baby food. Having a very long memory myself, I'm inclined to sympathise with LC. I can clearly remember being stuck in my high chair, watching the family tucking into T-bone steaks whilst the soggy creamed spinach was wheeled out for me and passed off as cordon bleu. I might not have had brain enough to have had command over my bowels or bladder at that stage, but I could smell a con like that a pre-metric mile away.

Fortunately, LC seems to not mind her tucker and it has come a long way from some of the goop I have shivery memories of.

Speaking of matters relating to eating, she seems to have some more teeth on the grow and is taking great delight in torturing her mother with her existing pair of rat like lower incisors. Love hurts.

Back from the break...

...for a little while at least. A 4 day week is now in the offing as we then have a 5 day weekend lined up with Pinse and 17 th of May next Monday and Tuesday. Again, the joys of flex!

Daaaadd..Do you HAVE to do that?

We had Astrid, Kjetil and Mabel join us for a hit and run visit down from Lillehammer, most unexpected and most appreciated. Another chance for us to try and conceal the silverfish and make the house presentable for guests. I'll have a couple of pix up in a day or two, once I get motivated to download them from the camera, which is currently jammed with photos.

We had our first official BBQ event down on the local beach, even though warm clothing was still de rigueur on the day. A few hotdogs, some banana muffins and hot chocolate to warm things up a bit and it was almost enough to be a convincing imitation of summer. Apart from that icy wind that kept blowing in.

Sunday was Rannveigs' and LCs' Babysong finale in town. The Salvation Army run a series of Babysong classes once a week so that new mothers spend some time playing with their bub and singing all sorts of baby friendly songs to them. Given that it was run by the Salvos, the finale was more duty than anything else as they spent an inordinate amount of time bashing on about what a great guy Jesus is. Anyway, it went well enough.

Rannveig was dissatisfied with the carrot cake she made for the event. She thought the recipe made it too sweet and I have to agree with her. The folks there seemed to like it well enough, but they probably haven't been to able to sleep since eating it. God help them if any of their children got hold of a piece.

Another one from the archives

Arnost! Get those mitts off my wife!

This one is courtesy of Arnost. Taken during the stranger than strange surrealist dive weekend at Jervis Bay back in April 94. Notice how his idea of a tan is to evenly burn himself on all surfaces.

Thanks to all and sundry who are beginning to make some photographic contributions to the blog. Keep it up people, we need as much as we can get.