<?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-5533361020024614805</id><updated>2012-02-17T04:40:53.485+01:00</updated><category term='moving'/><category term='technology'/><category term='finances'/><category term='promotional programmes'/><category term='news'/><category term='martha stewart'/><category term='european music'/><category term='Constitution Day'/><category term='national holiday'/><category term='lists'/><category term='shopping'/><category term='SLR'/><category term='house hunting'/><category term='oslo'/><category term='Norway'/><category term='updates'/><category term='photos'/><category term='anemia'/><category term='dvd'/><category term='kitty'/><category term='home'/><category term='ppp'/><category term='sex'/><category term='birthdays'/><category term='what&apos;s next'/><category term='menstruation'/><category term='travel'/><category term='TO-DO'/><category term='baking'/><category term='thoughts'/><category term='family'/><category term='internet'/><category term='video'/><category term='Magnus'/><category term='15 minutes of minute fame'/><category term='work'/><category term='weather'/><category term='stress'/><category term='thisnext'/><category term='to-do lists'/><category term='schedule'/><category term='vacation'/><category term='Christmas'/><category term='culture'/><category term='cupcakes'/><category term='sophie'/><category term='milestones'/><category term='music'/><category term='cats'/><category term='life'/><category term='Chinese New Year'/><category term='cameras'/><category term='wishlist'/><category term='Ørjan'/><category term='ikea'/><category term='anniversary'/><category term='holidays'/><category term='food'/><category term='entertainment'/><category term='eurovision'/><category term='strange events'/><category term='design'/><category term='dentist'/><category term='celebrations'/><category term='nikon'/><category term='eurovision song contest'/><category term='marimekko'/><category term='freestuff'/><category term='blogging'/><category term='love'/><category term='health'/><category term='Prague'/><category term='pregnancy'/><category term='money'/><title type='text'>My Corrosive Heart</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://corrosiveheart.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5533361020024614805/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://corrosiveheart.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Candace D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04447485390166437686</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_T4eQrt8q7NQ/R-P8gMjbUiI/AAAAAAAAABU/FvQYCaOLRVY/S220/outtake02.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>72</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5533361020024614805.post-7657101402829224262</id><published>2008-08-03T20:35:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2008-08-03T20:48:39.613+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='updates'/><title type='text'>Corrosiveheart has moved home!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;This blog has moved!  I decided to bring back &lt;a href="http://www.corrosiveheart.org/"&gt;corrosiveheart.org&lt;/a&gt; and will no longer be posting over here.  If you use a reader to catch up with my site, you may now update your links and subscribe to the new &lt;a href="http://corrosiveheart.org/?feed=rss2"&gt;feed location&lt;/a&gt;.  There's nothing really too special at the site but with time I hope to bring back at least some content with a few extras.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See you there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5533361020024614805-7657101402829224262?l=corrosiveheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://corrosiveheart.blogspot.com/feeds/7657101402829224262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5533361020024614805&amp;postID=7657101402829224262&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5533361020024614805/posts/default/7657101402829224262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5533361020024614805/posts/default/7657101402829224262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://corrosiveheart.blogspot.com/2008/08/corrosiveheart-has-moved-home.html' title='Corrosiveheart has moved home!'/><author><name>Candace D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04447485390166437686</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_T4eQrt8q7NQ/R-P8gMjbUiI/AAAAAAAAABU/FvQYCaOLRVY/S220/outtake02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5533361020024614805.post-1596705806530374981</id><published>2008-08-01T21:48:00.005+02:00</published><updated>2008-08-01T22:37:17.911+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='travel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vacation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Prague'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='oslo'/><title type='text'>Wanderlust Redux (PT.3)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;July 2008 was quite a month for travel and I can't believe how smoothly it all went!  Magnus and Sophie were so well-behaved and we were so proud of how well they held out during our such exhausting travel schedules.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before we left for Prague on the 13th we spent one day and one night in Oslo's city centre.  We didn't do too much shopping but did however get to IKEA and order our new kitchen.  (Which should hopefully be here next week!)  We had planned on meeting with our friends Atle and Noril but there just wasn't enough time and Atle wasn't feeling too well.  At least I managed to pick up a few of the items I had been watching out for and mapped out a plan for our returning trip in Oslo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/corrosiveheart/sets/72157606251856489/"&gt;Prague was great&lt;/a&gt; despite the two days of light rain and the one day when my stomach died.  We shopped, took the kids to &lt;a href="http://www.zoopraha.cz/en/"&gt;the zoo&lt;/a&gt;, and even managed to squeeze in some time for antiquing.  We picked up the usual gifts of incredibly inexpensive alcohol and chocolate, &lt;a href="http://www.horoskop.cz/bota/en/index.php?id=2&amp;amp;page=3&amp;amp;css=1&amp;amp;title=shops"&gt;soap&lt;/a&gt;, and &lt;a href="http://www.sephora.com/"&gt;cosmetics and skincare&lt;/a&gt;.  The little extra money that we saved went towards mini-sprees at IKEA and antique shops.  This did not include Ørjan's independent splurge at one of his stamp shops but I decided to let him decide what a fair amount would be.  The zoo was fantastic!  I didn't realize that it was rated as the world's 7th best zoo in 2008 until we did some research just prior to visiting (a few hours maybe?) but were so surprised and satisfied with our visit.  Magnus loves animals right now and it was very special for him.  He was however extremely tired and threw a few tantrums, but as soon as we managed to walk to the polarbears and the Indonesian Jungle his mood completely changed and he morphed back into the boy we all know and love.   It's a very good thing that we opted for renting an apartment for the week because I'm not sure how the kids would have handled the trip.  We needed the privacy and space and having an entire apartment with all the furnishings and ammenities that a regular flat has really helped.  I didn't really take too many photos this time and was slighlty surprised I didn't take any pictures of our apartment, but we still have many great memories.  It was sad to leave our favourite city behind, but I'm sure we'll be back again soon... without the kids!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last couple of days we spent in Oslo were bittersweet. The shopping and sightseeing were great, but god was I disappointed about how badly that wonderful city is deteriorating. It didn't matter which street corner we had stopped at, or even which park we crossed, the streets were filled with panhandlers or drug users that were either obviously high or so sick that they were either vomiting or passed out. Sadly I am not exagerating any of these facts. I lived in and just outside of Toronto for many years and Oslo was 10x worse in my opinion. It's a great bustling city but I don't think I would want to take my family (my children) back there very soon. It's too bad.  Although I live in an incredibly small town (are we more than 1200 now?) I'm still a city-girl at heart, but jeezs, Oslo is definitely not my city.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With our last few remaining days we went out to Onøy/Lurøy to visit his grandma.  We refer to these trips as visiting his "grandma's island".  Magnus has been a couple of times but this was Sophie's first visit outside my womb.  We had gorgeous weather, spent some time with the grandparents (Magnus and Sophie's great-grandparents), and I of course went for a couple of walks and took some photos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now with vacation coming to an official end today I'm not sure how I'm going to handle Monday.  Thankfully we still have the weekend ahead of us.  With it now being over I just realized how badly I need another vacation as soon as possible!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5533361020024614805-1596705806530374981?l=corrosiveheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://corrosiveheart.blogspot.com/feeds/1596705806530374981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5533361020024614805&amp;postID=1596705806530374981&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5533361020024614805/posts/default/1596705806530374981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5533361020024614805/posts/default/1596705806530374981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://corrosiveheart.blogspot.com/2008/08/wanderlust-redux-pt3.html' title='Wanderlust Redux (PT.3)'/><author><name>Candace D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04447485390166437686</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_T4eQrt8q7NQ/R-P8gMjbUiI/AAAAAAAAABU/FvQYCaOLRVY/S220/outtake02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5533361020024614805.post-6901420822505546360</id><published>2008-08-01T21:11:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2008-08-01T21:45:28.890+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='updates'/><title type='text'>Updates of sorts?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I feel like I should probably update this place with actual updates.  It's been a while since I actually revealed what's been going on in my life as well as our lives.  I plan on writing a separate post about our travels if I have time, but for the moment I will just stick with what's current.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our birthdays went well for the most part.  We initially had intended for them to be private affairs but they didn't end up as we had planned.  Ørjan gave me my birthday gift in bed - a wonderful &lt;a href="http://www.vanguardusa.com/product3.php?sort3=19"&gt;new tripod&lt;/a&gt;.  Since I had been trying to keep his gift(s) a secret for months I decided I couldn't hold it in any longer.  The day itself wasn't fantastic with me being so sick but it wasn't a complete disappointment.  Ørjan  ended up inviting some friends and family over for the next day (the shared day between our birth dates when we usually do something) so I spent the evening preparing food.  The next day was a success and wasn't nearly as much stress as I thought it would be.  For Ørjan's birthday we did pretty much the same as we did for my birthday but I threw in a few extras that could possibly nominate me as the sweetest wife on the planet.  He also insisted on not having a birthday cake so I made him something with the &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/corrosiveheart/2707329031/"&gt;remaining brownie&lt;/a&gt; that I had left.  We spent most of our time with our family and the kids and it's the only thing I really wished for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our vacation has almost come to an end.  How did four weeks go by so quickly?  I think we only managed to do half of the things we had planned.  Due to some delays many of the renovations we had planned for our house are only half finished.  This point is slightly disappointing but it's not like we have a strict deadline either.  It just would have been nice to have accomplished these tasks during our vacation when we actually had the time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those readers that visit my blog on a daily basis (that means you &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Texas&lt;/span&gt;) but find few updates should visit my &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/corrosiveheart"&gt;flickr account&lt;/a&gt; since I usually find myself updating much more over there.  I do plan on updating more in the next little while when Magnus begins kindergarten/daycare in a couple of weeks and when I reopen my domain.  I haven't really planned to bring back the earlier content but rather am hoping to post content that reflects my life now as a woman, mother, and wife.  I plan to bring back film and product reviews, technology updates, and more photos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5533361020024614805-6901420822505546360?l=corrosiveheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://corrosiveheart.blogspot.com/feeds/6901420822505546360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5533361020024614805&amp;postID=6901420822505546360&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5533361020024614805/posts/default/6901420822505546360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5533361020024614805/posts/default/6901420822505546360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://corrosiveheart.blogspot.com/2008/08/updates-of-sorts.html' title='Updates of sorts?'/><author><name>Candace D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04447485390166437686</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_T4eQrt8q7NQ/R-P8gMjbUiI/AAAAAAAAABU/FvQYCaOLRVY/S220/outtake02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5533361020024614805.post-3619593322355289456</id><published>2008-07-25T06:13:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2008-07-25T06:46:05.838+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthdays'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>Today is my birthday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I have now reached 24.  Today is my 24th birthday and despite how &lt;a href="http://corrosiveheart.blogspot.com/2008/07/it-took-me-24-years-to-get-this-far.html"&gt;genuinely happy and content I am with my life&lt;/a&gt; when I woke up this morning I definitely felt something else.  For the past couple of days I've been fighting a nasty cold and haven't really seen much of an improvement.  This is just one reason why I'm slightly hesitant about today.  I have to be honest, due to my childhood and my mother's half-assed attempts at being a Jehovah's Witness for several years, birthdays were forbidden and always sour... much like all the other occasions and holidays that I wanted to celebrate like all my friends and classmates.  That's right.  Their definition as to why celebrations were forbidden always dictated the day and the apprehension and disappointment always made it true.  Family fights, feelings of disappointment and being unloved,  and the pure disaster of the day meant I never had anything to look forward to.  As I became older this of course gradually changed and my mother became a born-again Christian.  Suffice to say though that a comprehensive 15+ years of memories still sting and burn my skin each year that I celebrate a birthday.  Maybe this year has been the only year that I've been honest about it.  While I have no problems whatsoever being part of or celebrating any other person's birthday, the idea of accepting celebrating something for myself without doubt is just impossible at this time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night when Ørjan and I were turning down to bed he tried kissing me and wishing me a happy birthday but I just turned my head as if I was not interested in his affection.  He knows how I feel about my birthday but it was still no excuse for being so cold.  I've been awake for a couple of hours (maybe due to my cold, but probably due to my apprehension) thinking about what this day could be.  In all actuality the weather has improved (VG sier at vi sku ha fint vær denne helgen) and I can see the sun breaking through the clouds over the mountain, I have a wonderful family to celebrate it with, and I don't have to deal with the pressures of other family  members or throwing a birthday party.  I was slightly pressured by my mother-in-law to do something but come on!  Ørjan and I wanted to do something more private this year (his 34th birthday is in two days) for our birthdays and don't feel as if we need something elaborate.  It's not exactly an &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"It's my party and I'll cry if I want to"&lt;/span&gt; situation but rather a step in the right direction of actually taking control and power over a day that belongs to us and no one else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did make myself a promise though - At least one glass of wine.  I have only had one glass of wine since June 2006 and today so we shall see how this goes down.  Literally.  I'm still breastfeeding Sophie exclusively but I don't think one glass of wine before bed will do too much harm.  I hope.  I've never had to pump and she's never had a bottle so she'll just have to forgive me if she doesn't like her midnight meal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So in a nutshell, that's how I physically feel about today and my birthdays in general.  Of course it's still early (not even 7am) and the day could totally pull me into another surprising direction, but I find it very unlikely.  At 24 I am extremely happy, but celebrating my 24th birthday is an entirely different matter in my universe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5533361020024614805-3619593322355289456?l=corrosiveheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://corrosiveheart.blogspot.com/feeds/3619593322355289456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5533361020024614805&amp;postID=3619593322355289456&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5533361020024614805/posts/default/3619593322355289456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5533361020024614805/posts/default/3619593322355289456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://corrosiveheart.blogspot.com/2008/07/today-is-my-birthday.html' title='Today is my birthday'/><author><name>Candace D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04447485390166437686</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_T4eQrt8q7NQ/R-P8gMjbUiI/AAAAAAAAABU/FvQYCaOLRVY/S220/outtake02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5533361020024614805.post-8849448974574307246</id><published>2008-07-23T07:35:00.005+02:00</published><updated>2008-07-23T07:52:04.780+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='anniversary'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ørjan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>3 years</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Yesterday was our 3-year wedding anniversary.  Since we were both so exhausted (and had done some celebrating in Prague) this year was a simple affair.  It didn't mean that it wasn't good... because it was.  Needless to say 3 years of marriage and 2 kids later hasn't touched the passion one bit.  Dinner, desert, and a little surprise at the end of the night was perfect.  Even Magnus seemed to like my more grown-up romanitc dinner for 2.  I made a little extra thinking I would have some leftovers for lunch today but there's hardly anything left!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's going on 7 years that we've been together.  How and when did this happen?  Ørjan and I never had the chance to know eachother during youth, but I can say without a doubt that we've definitely grown up together since we met.  So much has happened since then that I couldn't imagine a life without him.  Sometimes before we go to bed I actually say, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"You can't die before me"&lt;/span&gt; because I worry so much although I know it doesn't help anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love my husband.  He's a good man, a wonderful husband (and bestfriend), and a fantastic father.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5533361020024614805-8849448974574307246?l=corrosiveheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://corrosiveheart.blogspot.com/feeds/8849448974574307246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5533361020024614805&amp;postID=8849448974574307246&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5533361020024614805/posts/default/8849448974574307246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5533361020024614805/posts/default/8849448974574307246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://corrosiveheart.blogspot.com/2008/07/3-years.html' title='3 years'/><author><name>Candace D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04447485390166437686</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_T4eQrt8q7NQ/R-P8gMjbUiI/AAAAAAAAABU/FvQYCaOLRVY/S220/outtake02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5533361020024614805.post-7563556852148515928</id><published>2008-07-17T17:57:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2008-07-17T18:00:00.842+02:00</updated><title type='text'>A tiny update</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Prague has been wonderful.  The weather has kind of sucked so I haven't taken too many photos.  I can't believe we leave tomorrow morning.  A week was too little.  At least we spent this time relaxing and we avoided most of the tourists. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;More later.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5533361020024614805-7563556852148515928?l=corrosiveheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://corrosiveheart.blogspot.com/feeds/7563556852148515928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5533361020024614805&amp;postID=7563556852148515928&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5533361020024614805/posts/default/7563556852148515928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5533361020024614805/posts/default/7563556852148515928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://corrosiveheart.blogspot.com/2008/07/tiny-update.html' title='A tiny update'/><author><name>Candace D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04447485390166437686</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_T4eQrt8q7NQ/R-P8gMjbUiI/AAAAAAAAABU/FvQYCaOLRVY/S220/outtake02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5533361020024614805.post-1180780977246611259</id><published>2008-07-12T20:52:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2008-07-12T21:49:17.848+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='travel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vacation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shopping'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='oslo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ikea'/><title type='text'>Wanderlust PT.2</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Ahhh... thank goodness for wireless in our hotel room. It's even more wonderful than a hot shower after two hot and sticky days. It took me half the day to shake off the feeling of the motion of the train. After 14 hours from Mo i Rana to Oslo I almost fell over at one point while changing Magnus' diaper. At 6:30 this morning we walked off the platform, ate breakfast, stored our luggage, and then took on the city. We went to &lt;a href="http://www.houseofoslo.no/"&gt;House of Oslo&lt;/a&gt; to kill a few hours, made it to IKEA for some brief shopping, and even managed to walk around the city for as long as we could. Just imagine if you will two small ones (Magnus is 17 months and Sophie is 5 months) coming off the train at 6am and only napping for 1-2 hours at IKEA while we waited for the shuttle bus. They did so well and we were so proud of them. It was a long and exhausting day for everyone, but we achieved most of what we wanted. I wasn't able to hit many of the stores I wanted to at House of Oslo but I did however pick up a few &lt;a href="http://flickr.com/photos/corrosiveheart/tags/%C3%A5hl%C3%A9ns/"&gt;steals at Åhléns&lt;/a&gt;. Items were 50%-70% off! I knew I couldn't buy too much because I want to keep the weight of our suitcases minimal for our departure to Prague tomorrow. IKEA was a complete success! We ordered our kitchen (Nexus gulbrun), ordered &lt;a href="http://www.ikea.com/no/no/catalog/products/S69849849"&gt;our bed&lt;/a&gt; in mellombrun (I was so disappointed that they didn't have the Hemnes bed I really wanted!), and even managed to sit down to a satisfying lunch. I was so proud of Magnus since he ate around 80% of this kidsmeal of meatballs. I ordered what I always order - IKEA's take on falafel and couscous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should really get some sleep. We have to get up early and get to the station and take the express train to the airport for our 11am flight. I can't wait to get to Prague. We really need this vacation. An added plus that had completely lapsed is that we have half a day both next Friday and Saturday to shop in Oslo. I can't wait to come back and hit up the shops I missed today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Despite the wonder that is technology and free wireless, I am choosing to refrain from net usage while on vacation if I can manage it. This means my posting will resume when we return to Oslo next week. See everyone later!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5533361020024614805-1180780977246611259?l=corrosiveheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://corrosiveheart.blogspot.com/feeds/1180780977246611259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5533361020024614805&amp;postID=1180780977246611259&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5533361020024614805/posts/default/1180780977246611259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5533361020024614805/posts/default/1180780977246611259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://corrosiveheart.blogspot.com/2008/07/in-oslo.html' title='Wanderlust PT.2'/><author><name>Candace D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04447485390166437686</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_T4eQrt8q7NQ/R-P8gMjbUiI/AAAAAAAAABU/FvQYCaOLRVY/S220/outtake02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5533361020024614805.post-7246906479959630519</id><published>2008-07-09T23:47:00.007+02:00</published><updated>2008-07-10T07:02:33.148+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='travel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vacation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Prague'/><title type='text'>Wanderlust PT.1</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;VACATION!!! (Yes, I am &lt;em&gt;this&lt;/em&gt; excited!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a title="july01 by corrosiveheart, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/corrosiveheart/2651261095/"&gt;&lt;img height="400" alt="july01" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3287/2651261095_65c1f70a64_o.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;There are a million things we still need to do but I'm still on top of it all. Everything has been confirmed and double-checked, our checklists are being completed, and the only thing we really need to worry about are those last minute details. Ørjan's mum will be taking our cat for the week, I have everything ready for the kids, and I'm actually for leaving our technology behind or keeping it turned off. We only have 6 days and 5 nights in Prague and I want to enjoy it since we haven't been there for a couple of years.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're taking the train from Mo Friday afternoon and will be overnighting in Oslo, and our flight leaves for Prague Sunday morning. I cannot wait to get out of here. I need some shopping, culture, and to be in a place where we can be alone as a family. This city is very special for both Ørjan and I and now we have our children experiencing it with us. Of course taking two young children along might be insane, but that's life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully I'll have time to post something before I leave because I have so much to say but have so little time. For those of you that read this I should be back next Monday. (Og du, ja, jeg vet at du er tilbake. Hvorfor sier du ingenting?)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5533361020024614805-7246906479959630519?l=corrosiveheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://corrosiveheart.blogspot.com/feeds/7246906479959630519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5533361020024614805&amp;postID=7246906479959630519&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5533361020024614805/posts/default/7246906479959630519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5533361020024614805/posts/default/7246906479959630519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://corrosiveheart.blogspot.com/2008/07/wanderlust-pt1.html' title='Wanderlust PT.1'/><author><name>Candace D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04447485390166437686</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_T4eQrt8q7NQ/R-P8gMjbUiI/AAAAAAAAABU/FvQYCaOLRVY/S220/outtake02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5533361020024614805.post-6367070493607002852</id><published>2008-07-02T16:22:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2008-07-02T16:51:46.837+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>It took me 24 years to get this far...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;In 23 days I will be 24 years old.  24.  Wow.  My life at 24 is not what I expected but then again I had never really put much thought into who I would be as an adult.  I am a woman that is filled with pride, integrity, and courage.  I love without hesitation and have found that the best decisions I've made have only come when I have learned to let go of any fear or insecurity I may have had.  At 24 I'm still learning about the person I am and who I will be and I've also learned and developed stronger values and beliefs.  My main focus is no longer work or possible future fortune, but it has completely shifted to my family (mainly my 2 wonderful children) and home.  Although these are my main focus they do not define me as a person.  Infact, I'm still not completely sure of who I am but I am confident that I have a clear picture of this girl and it's completely sufficient.  My career has somewhat shifted into a new direction and I couldn't be happier about it.  I'm still maintaining my web and designs skills but have pushed forward with my main passion - FOOD!  I cook, bake, eat, sleep, and breathe food.  As my delicious treats become increasingly popular and heavily desired I have no doubt in my mind that I am doing the right thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;At 24 my life is full of ________.&lt;/span&gt;  I still can't complete this sentence because I still can't find an appropriate word that could possibly describe all that I am feeling.  I just know that as I enter my 24th year I am confident that the next cycle of my life can only get better with time.  I am married to a wonderful man that can easily seduce me with his stamp and coin collections, I have two wonderful children that bring me so much pride and joy, and I live in a place that I love and truly embrace now.  Life finally feels good.  I remember only 7 years ago I was writing about how depressed and angry I was and sometimes I wish I could just hold that girl's hand and tell her that patience would be the key to her happiness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What more can I say?  My life finally feels right and for once I think it fits.  I take the time to live, laugh, and love and appreciate and respect all these components equally.  I have worked physically and mentally hard to get to this point and now I finally have the opportunity to enjoy it.  At 24 &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I am no longer a tourist&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5533361020024614805-6367070493607002852?l=corrosiveheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://corrosiveheart.blogspot.com/feeds/6367070493607002852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5533361020024614805&amp;postID=6367070493607002852&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5533361020024614805/posts/default/6367070493607002852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5533361020024614805/posts/default/6367070493607002852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://corrosiveheart.blogspot.com/2008/07/it-took-me-24-years-to-get-this-far.html' title='It took me 24 years to get this far...'/><author><name>Candace D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04447485390166437686</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_T4eQrt8q7NQ/R-P8gMjbUiI/AAAAAAAAABU/FvQYCaOLRVY/S220/outtake02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5533361020024614805.post-7551290040038883349</id><published>2008-06-30T05:21:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2008-06-30T05:29:10.785+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vacation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>Late-night morning thoughts</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;July is almost here!  Ørjan will be finished from work soon and we'll have 4 weeks together to relax, vacation, and then come home and finish renovating the house.  I am so looking forward to spending some time together as a whole family.  Lately it's been a bit of a push and pull around here with our chaotic and exhausting schedules.  It'll be nice to get away to Oslo and Prague (in less than 2 weeks!) and it should feel even better once we're settled in.  There's still a million and one things we have to do and plan before we leave but I just haven't had the time or energy to get on it.  Hmmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been up since 4am, I should really try something else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.favoritsaker.se"&gt;Favoritsaker&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://www.inreda.com"&gt;Inreda&lt;/a&gt; are way too addictive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5533361020024614805-7551290040038883349?l=corrosiveheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://corrosiveheart.blogspot.com/feeds/7551290040038883349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5533361020024614805&amp;postID=7551290040038883349&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5533361020024614805/posts/default/7551290040038883349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5533361020024614805/posts/default/7551290040038883349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://corrosiveheart.blogspot.com/2008/06/late-night-morning-thoughts.html' title='Late-night morning thoughts'/><author><name>Candace D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04447485390166437686</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_T4eQrt8q7NQ/R-P8gMjbUiI/AAAAAAAAABU/FvQYCaOLRVY/S220/outtake02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5533361020024614805.post-2272415593326859678</id><published>2008-06-25T13:22:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2008-06-25T13:29:13.230+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='health'/><title type='text'>My Butts Hurts</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;For the past two months I've noticed alot of pain after I've been sitting on the sofa or when I need to get up from a chair.  I thought maybe it was that I had been sitting too long or that maybe I just needed to give my muscles a workout.  Apparently not.  The pain is getting so bad that you'll rarely find me without a grimace when sitting on something soft.  So maybe it's &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Coccydynia"&gt;Coccydynia&lt;/a&gt;? It's supposed to be very common after childbirth.  Hmmm.  I just dread going to the doctor's and making an appointment because they'll ask me what the reason is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bitchy receptionist(she really is one of the town's top bitches): Yeah, so what's your problem that you need to see him?&lt;br /&gt;Me:  My butt hurts!  (*Thinks: But at least it's not as ugly as your face... mwahahaha.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5533361020024614805-2272415593326859678?l=corrosiveheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://corrosiveheart.blogspot.com/feeds/2272415593326859678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5533361020024614805&amp;postID=2272415593326859678&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5533361020024614805/posts/default/2272415593326859678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5533361020024614805/posts/default/2272415593326859678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://corrosiveheart.blogspot.com/2008/06/my-butts-hurts.html' title='My Butts Hurts'/><author><name>Candace D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04447485390166437686</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_T4eQrt8q7NQ/R-P8gMjbUiI/AAAAAAAAABU/FvQYCaOLRVY/S220/outtake02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5533361020024614805.post-8762919057631236784</id><published>2008-06-19T23:22:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2008-06-19T23:30:53.074+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='technology'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='SLR'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nikon'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cameras'/><title type='text'>Talk about an upgrade!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Although I have been eyeing a few Canon models since I have only ever used canons, husband came home with such a wonderful surprise!  My new baby - the &lt;a href="http://www.nikonusa.com/Find-Your-Nikon/Product/Digital-SLR/25438/D60.html"&gt;Nikon D60&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T4eQrt8q7NQ/SFrOhnlVJbI/AAAAAAAAABc/N8qeoV27vZQ/s1600-h/nikon_wideweb__470x3900.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T4eQrt8q7NQ/SFrOhnlVJbI/AAAAAAAAABc/N8qeoV27vZQ/s320/nikon_wideweb__470x3900.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213706595591333298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our trip to Prague in July just got alot more interesting.  With Ørjan using my current point and shoot (&lt;a href="http://www.dpreview.com/reviews/canona620/"&gt;Canon A620&lt;/a&gt;) and me using this new baby, we should have optimal and more organized photoshoots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5533361020024614805-8762919057631236784?l=corrosiveheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://corrosiveheart.blogspot.com/feeds/8762919057631236784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5533361020024614805&amp;postID=8762919057631236784&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5533361020024614805/posts/default/8762919057631236784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5533361020024614805/posts/default/8762919057631236784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://corrosiveheart.blogspot.com/2008/06/talk-about-upgrade.html' title='Talk about an upgrade!'/><author><name>Candace D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04447485390166437686</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_T4eQrt8q7NQ/R-P8gMjbUiI/AAAAAAAAABU/FvQYCaOLRVY/S220/outtake02.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T4eQrt8q7NQ/SFrOhnlVJbI/AAAAAAAAABc/N8qeoV27vZQ/s72-c/nikon_wideweb__470x3900.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5533361020024614805.post-3440870404679843764</id><published>2008-06-14T19:49:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2008-06-16T09:37:51.689+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='moving'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='schedule'/><title type='text'>Biz-zay</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Busy busy busy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life has been hectic and none of us have really been sleeping too well.  The move, the switching of our address, and calling all of our services have been pure chaos.  Norwegian businesses usually close at the usual hour of 3pm and now that many are taking on summer hours it has been a pain in the butt to get ahold of certain people.  Our appointments, errands, and schedules are frightening, we still haven't unpacked half of our stuff, and we're still living out of boxes.  Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One plus?  At least my latest &lt;a href="http://corrosiveheart.blogspot.com/2008/05/to-do-complete-by-310708.html"&gt;to-do list&lt;/a&gt; is pretty much complete.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ETA]: The last of our belongings were packed up yesterday and most of what we own is just sitting in such a sad state in one of the bedrooms.  I can't believe 90% of what we own could be fit into one room.  We don't plan on spending so much money for furniture or renovations, but owning a much larger house leaves us with so many posibilities that are too hard to choose from.   I just wonder when we'll actually have the time for this considering our vacation schedule next month.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5533361020024614805-3440870404679843764?l=corrosiveheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://corrosiveheart.blogspot.com/feeds/3440870404679843764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5533361020024614805&amp;postID=3440870404679843764&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5533361020024614805/posts/default/3440870404679843764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5533361020024614805/posts/default/3440870404679843764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://corrosiveheart.blogspot.com/2008/06/biz-zay.html' title='Biz-zay'/><author><name>Candace D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04447485390166437686</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_T4eQrt8q7NQ/R-P8gMjbUiI/AAAAAAAAABU/FvQYCaOLRVY/S220/outtake02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5533361020024614805.post-2628445731708872333</id><published>2008-06-08T20:19:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2008-06-10T06:58:11.665+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='moving'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;In less than 14 hours everything was moved from one house to the next.  If only unpacking and trying to figure out where everything will go was as easy.  The only clear thought I've had about the move is that I am going to be so happy watching our children grow up here.  This move was not just for us, but for them.  We upgraded from our cozy old house (nearly 100 years old) to a spacious 3-bedroom home with 2 storeys and a huge attic that can easily be converted to guest space.  We had to compromise on the view but we now have a great view of the mountains, gained an immense amount of property, and the location is still perfect for us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, but at the moment we're without a home phone or internet.  I'm being a bad girl and stealing the neighbour's wireless for a few moments just to catch up because I'm too cheap to use my mobile phone's connection.  Wah wah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5533361020024614805-2628445731708872333?l=corrosiveheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://corrosiveheart.blogspot.com/feeds/2628445731708872333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5533361020024614805&amp;postID=2628445731708872333&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5533361020024614805/posts/default/2628445731708872333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5533361020024614805/posts/default/2628445731708872333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://corrosiveheart.blogspot.com/2008/06/in-less-than-14-hours-everything-was.html' title=''/><author><name>Candace D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04447485390166437686</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_T4eQrt8q7NQ/R-P8gMjbUiI/AAAAAAAAABU/FvQYCaOLRVY/S220/outtake02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5533361020024614805.post-4938601381967727642</id><published>2008-06-06T22:39:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2008-06-06T22:48:29.467+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='news'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='updates'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Just a few quick updates:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;Tomorrow begins PT.1 of our move to the new house.  We're so not ready for this.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I FINALLY got my IUD inserted.  I was supposed to get it in April but had to wait until today.  Of course my period also arrived two weeks late on Wednesday but least I know I'm not pregnant and it made insertion so much easier.  I swear, I didn't feel a thing.  (But I guess having two kids also changes things...)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;All of our contracts and paperwork have been signed and are being processed.  We've also heard more great news from the bank, for once!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;PT.1 of Ørjan's surprise birthday gift arrived today&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Anemia sucks and having my period isn't helping things&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;We've been out almost every night and we (myself and the kids) aren't handling it well.  It's really disrupting our usual schedules and routines.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5533361020024614805-4938601381967727642?l=corrosiveheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://corrosiveheart.blogspot.com/feeds/4938601381967727642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5533361020024614805&amp;postID=4938601381967727642&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5533361020024614805/posts/default/4938601381967727642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5533361020024614805/posts/default/4938601381967727642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://corrosiveheart.blogspot.com/2008/06/just-few-quick-updates-tomorrow-begins.html' title=''/><author><name>Candace D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04447485390166437686</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_T4eQrt8q7NQ/R-P8gMjbUiI/AAAAAAAAABU/FvQYCaOLRVY/S220/outtake02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5533361020024614805.post-4014985639225620455</id><published>2008-06-04T13:19:00.006+02:00</published><updated>2008-06-04T13:45:07.131+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cats'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kitty'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I'm only popping on quickly since I'm still in the middle of packing and should really get back to it but I can't help but try to escape.  Why?  This might sound silly, but I cannot stand being downstairs right now.  It's summer so we leave all the windows and doors open which means &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/corrosiveheart/sets/72157600032936223/"&gt;our cat&lt;/a&gt; go come in and out freely.  This wouldn't be a problem except for the fact that his girlfriend is in heat and won't shut up, and won't stop following him into our house.  I don't usually mind her, she's a tiny young cat that can't even claw us, but the howling and the constant need for our cat at all hours of the day and night is driving us crazy.  It's especially hard since she lives next door to us and the owner doesn't seem to be around much.  (Much like the previous owner of our own cat.)  Now it's after 1pm which means that Magnus is trying to take his one and only nap of the day.  For 20 minutes I heard him laughing and yelling because he could hear the cats outside of his bedroom window.  I'm not worried about kittens being born because we had our cat fixed last year, but the idea of them having sex infront and behind our house isn't exactly what we want.  Ørjan thinks it's funny but I think it's so irritating especially since they spend the entire day fucking, and then at night our cat wants to jump into bed with us to cuddle.  Yeah it's nature and it's beautiful and all that crap... but the idea of him licking my face after he's just cleaned his genitals makes me slightly sour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5533361020024614805-4014985639225620455?l=corrosiveheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://corrosiveheart.blogspot.com/feeds/4014985639225620455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5533361020024614805&amp;postID=4014985639225620455&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5533361020024614805/posts/default/4014985639225620455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5533361020024614805/posts/default/4014985639225620455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://corrosiveheart.blogspot.com/2008/06/im-only-popping-on-quickly-since-im.html' title=''/><author><name>Candace D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04447485390166437686</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_T4eQrt8q7NQ/R-P8gMjbUiI/AAAAAAAAABU/FvQYCaOLRVY/S220/outtake02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5533361020024614805.post-7009823170559164277</id><published>2008-06-02T23:16:00.005+02:00</published><updated>2008-06-02T23:58:48.636+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='internet'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cupcakes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='15 minutes of minute fame'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='martha stewart'/><title type='text'>Me on Martha Stewart?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/corrosiveheart/2545557853/" title="mycupcakes by corrosiveheart, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2166/2545557853_698446190c_m.jpg" alt="mycupcakes" height="144" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Well not personally, but it's still the thought that counts.  The wonderful ladies over at &lt;a href="http://cupcakestakethecake.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"&gt;cupcakestakethecake&lt;/a&gt; were featured on &lt;a href="http://www.marthastewart.com/show/the-martha-stewart-show/cupcake-week-begins?lnc=4ef2dc5bfca40110VgnVCM1000003d370a0aRCRD&amp;amp;rsc=showarchive_tv_show-archive"  target="_blank"&gt;Martha Stewart&lt;/a&gt; for her cupcake week and as they were being introduced a screenshot of their blog was on the screen. &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/corrosiveheart/2358760786/" target="_blank"&gt;Guess whose photo was on the top of that blog?&lt;/a&gt;  Remember those &lt;a href="http://corrosiveheart.blogspot.com/2008/03/hello-cupcake.html"&gt;rainbow cupcakes&lt;/a&gt; I made a while ago in March?  Well I submitted a couple of them to the &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/groups/cupcakestakethecake/pool/"&gt;cupcakestakethecake flickr pool&lt;/a&gt; and one was picked up at their blog.  They were some quick goodies that I threw together for the kids and didn't think much of it, but hey, it's still kind of cool.  If you're interested, you can watch the full video (my photo comes up around 2:25-2:26 minutes into the episode) and find out more about these ladies and their blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5533361020024614805-7009823170559164277?l=corrosiveheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://corrosiveheart.blogspot.com/feeds/7009823170559164277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5533361020024614805&amp;postID=7009823170559164277&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5533361020024614805/posts/default/7009823170559164277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5533361020024614805/posts/default/7009823170559164277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://corrosiveheart.blogspot.com/2008/06/me-on-martha-stewart.html' title='Me on Martha Stewart?'/><author><name>Candace D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04447485390166437686</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_T4eQrt8q7NQ/R-P8gMjbUiI/AAAAAAAAABU/FvQYCaOLRVY/S220/outtake02.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2166/2545557853_698446190c_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5533361020024614805.post-1742913703678672130</id><published>2008-05-30T13:23:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2008-05-30T13:36:50.599+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stress'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='health'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I haven't forgotten about this place but rather life and its chaotic elements have caught up with me.  Like what?  Magnus has several back and side teeth coming in and is going through a terrible, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"I am not going to eat a thing and I'm going to have diarrhea and you're going to like it!"&lt;/span&gt; phase.  Needless to say my postpartum hormonal changes are not the only reasons for my hairloss.  Our cat has also decided that he wants to show me how great he is at catching mice outside by bringing them in the house!  As we all know cats like to play with their food before consuming it so of course these mice are still half alive... what?  You figure it out - Mice running around the kitchen with two kids in the house?  Yes.  It's a trade off though.  Our cat never shits in the house (we don't even own a litterbox) because he's more of an outdoor cat and we can go away for a couple of days without having to worry that he's starving.  (Yes we leave dry food and water out, we're not completely cruel.)  The move is also draining all my time an energy from anything remotely recreational.  I fucking hate living out of boxes.  Sometimes I want to smack Ørjan for packing up all my stuff before I even had a chance to organize it.  I still haven't got my period yet which is scaring me.  The past couple of days I've been slightly moody and had very light cramps so I'm hoping it'll show up any day now.  Especially since I have an appointment next Friday for my IUD!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ach.  Ugh.  Meh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5533361020024614805-1742913703678672130?l=corrosiveheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://corrosiveheart.blogspot.com/feeds/1742913703678672130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5533361020024614805&amp;postID=1742913703678672130&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5533361020024614805/posts/default/1742913703678672130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5533361020024614805/posts/default/1742913703678672130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://corrosiveheart.blogspot.com/2008/05/i-havent-forgotten-about-this-place-but.html' title=''/><author><name>Candace D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04447485390166437686</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_T4eQrt8q7NQ/R-P8gMjbUiI/AAAAAAAAABU/FvQYCaOLRVY/S220/outtake02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5533361020024614805.post-4018260034649316808</id><published>2008-05-21T14:09:00.020+02:00</published><updated>2008-06-20T08:51:52.787+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='TO-DO'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='to-do lists'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='schedule'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lists'/><title type='text'>TO-DO</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;A few things on my mind lately...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;TO-DO&lt;/u&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;s&gt;Pick up H&amp;amp;M order from post office&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;s&gt;Send in Ellos online order&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;s&gt;Buy Ørjan's birthday gifts online&lt;/s&gt;(pt.1)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;s&gt;Send/reply to emails&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;s&gt;Find wedding outfit and &lt;a href="http://www.charlesager.co.uk/Products/Marco-24416-3307.aspx"&gt;shoes&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;s&gt;Find wedding outfit for Sophie&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;s&gt;Sophie's passport photos&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;s&gt;Buy Susanne's wedding gift&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;s&gt;Organize Magnus' old clothes for May Britt&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;s&gt;Organize and pack away the office&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;s&gt;Do laundry&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;s&gt;Clean out fridge&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;s&gt;Empty cupboards and organize kitchen for pre-move&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/corrosiveheart/2554817596/"&gt;&lt;s&gt;Get haircut!!!&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/a&gt; (Appointment next week...)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Upload photos and &lt;a href="http://www.kodakgallery.ca/"&gt;order prints&lt;/a&gt; for mom&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;s&gt;Get Sophie's passport&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;JUNE/JULY 2008 SCHEDULE&lt;/u&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;##.06.08 - Moving to the new house&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;06.06.08 - Doctor's appointment (11:30)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;10.06.08 - Meeting at the bank&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;19.06.08 - Sophie's pediatrician appointment&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;19.06.08 - Baby group&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;21.06.08 - Susanne's Wedding&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;12.07.08 - Shopping in Oslo and visiting friends&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;13.07.08 - 18.07.08 - Prague vacation!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;19.07.08 - Passport/Canadian embassy in Oslo&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;31.07.08 - Pediatritian appointments and vaccinations for the kids&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will edit this later...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5533361020024614805-4018260034649316808?l=corrosiveheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://corrosiveheart.blogspot.com/feeds/4018260034649316808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5533361020024614805&amp;postID=4018260034649316808&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5533361020024614805/posts/default/4018260034649316808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5533361020024614805/posts/default/4018260034649316808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://corrosiveheart.blogspot.com/2008/05/to-do-complete-by-310708.html' title='TO-DO'/><author><name>Candace D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04447485390166437686</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_T4eQrt8q7NQ/R-P8gMjbUiI/AAAAAAAAABU/FvQYCaOLRVY/S220/outtake02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5533361020024614805.post-1501946678552785354</id><published>2008-05-21T13:44:00.007+02:00</published><updated>2008-05-22T13:35:22.875+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='european music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='eurovision song contest'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='eurovision'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><title type='text'>Eurovision 2008 pt.1</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Last night we all stayed up and watched the first part of the semifinals for the &lt;a href="http://www.eurovision.tv/splash/index.html"&gt;Eurovision Song Contest of 2008&lt;/a&gt;.  Of course we were happy when Norway was called last (but not least!) as a finalist but were sadly disappointed with some of the songs that went through.  (Og du fra Mosjøen, hva synes du om i går kveld?)  I'm still going to hold my final thoughts for after the competition though.  I posted a couple of my favourite songs from last night via my livejournal so head over there if you're interested.  (It's a locked post though... so if you want them, &lt;a href="mailto:candace.danylewich@gmail.com"&gt;email me&lt;/a&gt;.)  My favourites from last night were Norway, Israel, and San Marino.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Eurovision Song Contest is a very big deal in our household for several reasons but mainly due to Ørjan's fanatic love for it.  He has decades of recordings on VHS and still continues to pop in a tape even today.  He even fills out the scores for the contestants in a special that the newspaper prints.  I think it's cute, slightly irritating, but cute.  That's why I've decided that I'm going to buy him the first &lt;a href="http://www.eurovisionshop.tv/shop/product.asp?pid=231&amp;amp;s_id=0&amp;amp;s=5E4706C65D7646DE8772968FE50E3FC7"&gt;Eurovision collector's coin&lt;/a&gt; as an extra surprise gift for his birthday in July.  Maybe I'll even get him this year's DVD despite its price and free availability online.  Since he's a coin collector as well as a stamp collector, I think it'll be an unexpected treat for him.  At least I hope so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you have no idea what I've been writing about feel free to read up on the contest via &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Eurovision_Song_Contest_2008"&gt;wikipedia&lt;/a&gt; or the &lt;a href="http://www.eurovision.tv"&gt;official site&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5533361020024614805-1501946678552785354?l=corrosiveheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://corrosiveheart.blogspot.com/feeds/1501946678552785354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5533361020024614805&amp;postID=1501946678552785354&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5533361020024614805/posts/default/1501946678552785354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5533361020024614805/posts/default/1501946678552785354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://corrosiveheart.blogspot.com/2008/05/eurovision-2008-pt1.html' title='Eurovision 2008 pt.1'/><author><name>Candace D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04447485390166437686</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_T4eQrt8q7NQ/R-P8gMjbUiI/AAAAAAAAABU/FvQYCaOLRVY/S220/outtake02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5533361020024614805.post-8505113294218200440</id><published>2008-05-18T05:23:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2008-05-18T05:37:07.068+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='culture'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Constitution Day'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Norway'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Magnus'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='celebrations'/><title type='text'>Constitution Day 2008 Photos</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;They're mostly photos of Magnus, but here they are: &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/corrosiveheart/sets/72157605105796006/"&gt;Constitution Day 2008&lt;/a&gt;.  I think he looks adorable in his outfit which is the suit Ørjan wore for his first Constitution Day in 1975.  Unfortunately Magnus isn't as big so we had to leave the blue overalls at home.  Still, so cute. I think he has an &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Emil_of_Maple_Hills"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Emil&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; thing going on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/corrosiveheart/2499185101/" title="may1703 by corrosiveheart, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3155/2499185101_41fa12c4b4_m.jpg" alt="may1703" height="240" width="180" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/corrosiveheart/2499187693/" title="may1709 by corrosiveheart, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3264/2499187693_fc210db8c3_m.jpg" alt="may1709" height="240" width="180" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/corrosiveheart/2500015328/" title="may1715 by corrosiveheart, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2139/2500015328_85553614fd_m.jpg" alt="may1715" height="240" width="180" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/corrosiveheart/2500014296/" title="may1712 by corrosiveheart, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3164/2500014296_0c533e38de_m.jpg" alt="may1712" height="240" width="180" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/corrosiveheart/2500019150/" title="may1724 by corrosiveheart, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2149/2500019150_71cb0e8210_m.jpg" alt="may1724" height="240" width="180" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/corrosiveheart/2499191241/" title="may1718 by corrosiveheart, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2356/2499191241_536f0b63af_m.jpg" alt="may1718" height="240" width="180" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/corrosiveheart/2499328579/" title="may17cc04 by corrosiveheart, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2352/2499328579_35cb87d891_s.jpg" alt="may17cc04" height="75" width="75" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/corrosiveheart/2500154066/" title="may17cc05 by corrosiveheart, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2331/2500154066_971b073c79_s.jpg" alt="may17cc05" height="75" width="75" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/corrosiveheart/2499316697/" title="may17lunch01 by corrosiveheart, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2331/2499316697_98996baca9_s.jpg" alt="may17lunch01" height="75" width="75" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/5533361020024614805-8505113294218200440?l=corrosiveheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://corrosiveheart.blogspot.com/feeds/8505113294218200440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5533361020024614805&amp;postID=8505113294218200440&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5533361020024614805/posts/default/8505113294218200440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5533361020024614805/posts/default/8505113294218200440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://corrosiveheart.blogspot.com/2008/05/constitution-day-2008-photos.html' title='Constitution Day 2008 Photos'/><author><name>Candace D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04447485390166437686</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_T4eQrt8q7NQ/R-P8gMjbUiI/AAAAAAAAABU/FvQYCaOLRVY/S220/outtake02.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3155/2499185101_41fa12c4b4_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5533361020024614805.post-8288227014990569839</id><published>2008-05-17T05:27:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2008-05-17T05:35:09.682+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='national holiday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Norway'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holidays'/><title type='text'>Gratulerer med den syttende mai</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Happy &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Norwegian_Constitution_Day"&gt;17th of May&lt;/a&gt;!  I'm not going to sing &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ja, vi elsker dette landet&lt;/span&gt;, but we will be hanging the flag and I will be making a few treats today.  And it even looks like we'll be having some decent weather this year unlike the past couple of years.  Maybe if it's sunny we will take the kids out for the festivities.  And boo to it being on a Saturday this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll come back and edit this later with photos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and wtf?  Music woke me up at 04:30 this morning.  I've never heard it this early on the 17th of May.  Oh well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5533361020024614805-8288227014990569839?l=corrosiveheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://corrosiveheart.blogspot.com/feeds/8288227014990569839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5533361020024614805&amp;postID=8288227014990569839&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5533361020024614805/posts/default/8288227014990569839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5533361020024614805/posts/default/8288227014990569839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://corrosiveheart.blogspot.com/2008/05/gratulerer-med-den-syttende-mai.html' title='Gratulerer med den syttende mai'/><author><name>Candace D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04447485390166437686</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_T4eQrt8q7NQ/R-P8gMjbUiI/AAAAAAAAABU/FvQYCaOLRVY/S220/outtake02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5533361020024614805.post-5922443664633159252</id><published>2008-05-16T10:44:00.006+02:00</published><updated>2008-05-23T10:17:24.662+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='finances'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='money'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>Upgrade, Downgrade</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It's definitely going to be a year about upgrades in our family, but luckily we've been able to find opportunities for downgrading items and services that aren't essential.  Just like anyone we're on a tight budget (I'm much more strict than Ørjan when it comes to money), but we've still managed to be slightly indulgent this year, and plan to take advantage of some extra money that we have.  Usually I like to hoard away money and save it for emergencies and the future, but I have a serious weaknes for lavishing and spoiling my loved ones and indulging on accessories and items for my home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;This year's downgrades&lt;/u&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Cancelled several satellite packages&lt;/span&gt; - Since many of packages we subcribe to include channels that we don't really watch, we decided to cancel them and look for other options.  I'm not suggesting that satellite piracy is acceptable, but I will say that Canal+ stations are easy to find. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Did not renew a few magazine subscriptions&lt;/span&gt; - A few home decor mags that I've been subscribing to for the past couple of years have just become too expensive, and I found that I probably only looked through them no more than twice.  With an increased price and more ads than anything, I'm now saving hundreds of dollars a year by just cancelling two subscriptions. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Online shopping&lt;/span&gt; - I decided that I needed to stop the impulse of online shopping.  I used to see it as a necessity to buy clothes, home items, and stuff for the kids at least once every 3 months, but now I only stick to buying when there are massive sale promotions.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Less baking&lt;/span&gt; - This isn't just about money, but it involves our health.  I used to test out new recipes for cakes, breads, cookies, and other sweet treats every other weekend. I always look for the best possible ingredients and if a bar of baking chocolate with 70+% cocoa was costing me around $5.00, and I used 3 bars for making brownies, that turned out to be one expensive brownie!  Since I also made husband my official tastetester/guinea pig, I realized I needed to stop pumping him full of sugar and cocoa and get him back on hummus and veggie lasagnes.  So that's it - I only stick to baking when it's a special occasion, or company is involved. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mobile maddness&lt;/span&gt; - At one point we owned 4 mobile phones.  Why?  I have no idea.  Now we own two with better plans, and only revert back to the old ones when it's necessary.  (Switching the sim cards over due to low battery or other technical issues.)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;The upgrades&lt;/u&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The house&lt;/span&gt; - We needed a bigger house for our growing family.  There's nothing more to explain.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The kitchen&lt;/span&gt; - The house we're moving to already has a functional kitchen (and a dishwasher!) but we're still going to tear everything out.  The cabinets are a bit old, the countertops have seen better days, and the entire kitchen is dated.  It's going to cost us around Kr 40 000, but it will all be worth it in the end.  We're also custom-designing this kitchen so it will suit all our needs and it will have the exact pieces that we want.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Electronic equipment&lt;/span&gt; - We opted to get a more powerful wireless router due to our larger house and property.  It's not like we'll be sitting on the toilet catching up on news feeds, but it would be nice to have a higher speed/rate in other rooms of the house.  I'm also looking to buy a new camera.  I'm leaning slightly towards a Nikon instead of a Canon this time, but with the lower prices of the model I wanted last year, I just might invest in 2 cameras!  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;There's alot of money being passed around and spent, but with the sacrifices and investments we're making I believe it's totally worth it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5533361020024614805-5922443664633159252?l=corrosiveheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://corrosiveheart.blogspot.com/feeds/5922443664633159252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5533361020024614805&amp;postID=5922443664633159252&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5533361020024614805/posts/default/5922443664633159252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5533361020024614805/posts/default/5922443664633159252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://corrosiveheart.blogspot.com/2008/05/its-definitely-going-to-be-year-about.html' title='Upgrade, Downgrade'/><author><name>Candace D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04447485390166437686</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_T4eQrt8q7NQ/R-P8gMjbUiI/AAAAAAAAABU/FvQYCaOLRVY/S220/outtake02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5533361020024614805.post-8459715329987288420</id><published>2008-05-12T20:49:00.006+02:00</published><updated>2008-05-12T22:27:49.794+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='travel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='promotional programmes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='money'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shopping'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>The good news post!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;A few appreciated opportunities, promotions, and gifts have landed in my lap as of lately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I was offered an amazing job.&lt;/span&gt;  I won't go into much detail now but I am still grinning.  If only I had the time to accept it now.  Hopefully when I'm ready to return back to the working world it will still be open.  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://pix.futureshop.ca/en/"&gt;Futureshop's photo programme&lt;/a&gt; is closing and are moving their clients over to the &lt;a href="http://www.kodakgallery.ca/"&gt;kodakgallery&lt;/a&gt;.  As a thankyou and new welcome gift, all current customers were given 100 free 4x6 prints.  Although I'm not in Canada, I thought uploading and ordering prints would be a fabulous idea.  It would make a great gift for my mom to have photos of the kids (since she's missing out on them growing up) and she could also pass them along to other family members over there.  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Yet another reason why I love &lt;a href="http://www.thisnext.com/"&gt;ThisNext&lt;/a&gt;: Mavens received $10.00 gift certificates for iTunes.  I'm not sure whether I'll use it, but you never know.  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sales, shopping, and steals:  With a new season approaching there have been massive sales online at &lt;a href="http://www.ellos.no/"&gt;Ellos&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://www.hm.no/"&gt;H&amp;amp;M&lt;/a&gt;.  Although I probably only spent $50 on myself, I have spent over $300 on clothes for the kids.  Hey - when there's a sale you need to stock up!  Kids grow up fast and they always need new clothes for all seasons and occasions.  We've also picked up items and antiques for our new home at various second-hand shops.  I will post pics later when I find the time.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Vacation is also coming up soon.  I can't wait to get back to Prague in July.  We love this city so much and plan on taking advantage of our time there.  A week in mid-July is just what the doctor ordered.  I'm also trying to fit in an extra day to visit Stockholm but it's 50-50 now.  At least we'll have a couple of days in Oslo to shop, visit friends, and take in the city.   I can't lie - I can't wait to go shopping.  Living up here in no-man's land doesn't provide us with many options for anything.  The idea of having everything at your fingertips is overwhelming but welcomed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5533361020024614805-8459715329987288420?l=corrosiveheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://corrosiveheart.blogspot.com/feeds/8459715329987288420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5533361020024614805&amp;postID=8459715329987288420&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5533361020024614805/posts/default/8459715329987288420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5533361020024614805/posts/default/8459715329987288420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://corrosiveheart.blogspot.com/2008/05/good-news-post.html' title='The good news post!'/><author><name>Candace D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04447485390166437686</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_T4eQrt8q7NQ/R-P8gMjbUiI/AAAAAAAAABU/FvQYCaOLRVY/S220/outtake02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5533361020024614805.post-426844045510866198</id><published>2008-05-12T20:29:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2008-05-12T20:48:31.189+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='moving'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I haven't posted in almost two weeks.  Hmmm.  I suppose all the packing and cleaning (not to mention obsessive organizing) has kept me away.  There are so many things I think about posting, but the updates seem less important as the days go by.  I don't know, maybe I just don't have time for this anymore.  I've been keeping a blog since 2001 and have always kept it public with a registered domain, but lately I feel like it's completely unnecessary.   I really don't have time for much of anything these days that isn't related to the kids, food, or work.  It's a shame too since I have so many ideas that flash through my mind at a constant pace.  Anyhow...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The move is keeping us incredibly busy.  The new owners (which should become official by the end of next week) are always popping in asking questions and taking measurements, there is a mass of stored items that need to be given away or tossed, and we're short on boxes and large garbage bags for clothes and other items.  Almost every night Ørjan is on my laptop designing our new kitchen with his IKEA programme.  Despite thinking it's sweet (since the kitchen is MY room and it's his gift to me) it's also annoying having him keep me up at night with the laptop in bed.  That's another thing - I barely sleep.  I have so little time and my mind is so scattered during the afternoons that when I should be napping I'm making lists and organizing things that probably don't require it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I had more time to laugh a bit easier but there's so little time to enjoy moments that warrant laughter.  I wonder if this is due to life, parenthood, or life as a parent.  I'm happy, but just tired.  At least I have nothing to complain about.  I have my health, a wonderful family, and opportunities that I never thought I'd have. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5533361020024614805-426844045510866198?l=corrosiveheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://corrosiveheart.blogspot.com/feeds/426844045510866198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5533361020024614805&amp;postID=426844045510866198&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5533361020024614805/posts/default/426844045510866198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5533361020024614805/posts/default/426844045510866198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://corrosiveheart.blogspot.com/2008/05/i-havent-posted-in-almost-two-weeks.html' title=''/><author><name>Candace D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04447485390166437686</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_T4eQrt8q7NQ/R-P8gMjbUiI/AAAAAAAAABU/FvQYCaOLRVY/S220/outtake02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5533361020024614805.post-2392053279890829592</id><published>2008-05-04T22:29:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2008-05-04T22:45:19.211+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='moving'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>We're movin' on up!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;This morning I dragged us out to see &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/corrosiveheart/sets/72157604877453964/"&gt;the new house&lt;/a&gt;.  Ørjan and his parents visited it for inspection last night while I watched the kids so I was very eager to see it once again.  I practically nagged Ørjan out of bed early, fed and dressed the kids, and pushed us out the door despite the rainfall.   Yep, I still love it.  We went through every room taking measurements and notes, and I ran around photographing every inch.  We have so many plans and are so eager to move in, but in all honesty, I'm still sad to be leaving this place and I dread having to pack everything.  What's funny is that while we were leaving and walking down the driveway, the couple that bought our house was driving by and stopped us.  Maybe it's a sign that we're meant to move on and forward.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/corrosiveheart/2465146434/" title="housefront02 by corrosiveheart, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2086/2465146434_6bbc41ce45_m.jpg" alt="housefront02" height="180" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;We're both getting ahead of ourselves with the renovation planning, but it's also nice to know that Ørjan is also willing to be part of the decor of the house.  We've already made lists, tagged our catalogues, and made notes of which items and which stores we'll be scouring for antiques when we visit Prague this summer. I guess we're just so excited that things are finally working out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5533361020024614805-2392053279890829592?l=corrosiveheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://corrosiveheart.blogspot.com/feeds/2392053279890829592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5533361020024614805&amp;postID=2392053279890829592&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5533361020024614805/posts/default/2392053279890829592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5533361020024614805/posts/default/2392053279890829592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://corrosiveheart.blogspot.com/2008/05/were-movin-on-up.html' title='We&apos;re movin&apos; on up!'/><author><name>Candace D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04447485390166437686</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_T4eQrt8q7NQ/R-P8gMjbUiI/AAAAAAAAABU/FvQYCaOLRVY/S220/outtake02.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2086/2465146434_6bbc41ce45_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5533361020024614805.post-3138855225344753564</id><published>2008-05-03T21:56:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2008-05-21T14:28:35.149+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='health'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='anemia'/><title type='text'>Iron helps us play!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;You'd think I would have known better, but I suppose I was just too tired to even consider the idea.  The past week has been incredibly draining and I hadn't been eating properly.  Since Ørjan was working overtime and they were providing them with dinner, I didn't really see the point of making anything and stuck to soups and some frozen veg.  I was also skipping my daily vitamin cocktail since my routine was off.  I wasn't sleeping, was stressed out with the kids, and wasn't eating properly.  On top of it all I just finished my period a couple of days ago.  I already have a history of anemia due to my close pregnancies, why the hell didn't I consider it this time?  I just thought it was due to the lack of sleep during the past week.  Falling asleep around 12am and waking up at 7am, and tending/nursing Sophie a few times during the night seemed manageable, but this was just crazy fatigue and I couldn't understand it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the past three days I have been so tired that I honestly thought I might be pregnant again.  The intense fatigue, the dizziness and headaches, and the abdominal pain were hints to pregnancy, but since I had just finished my period and we hadn't had sex it just didn't seem right.  I was wanting to nap all day, and when I'd wake up from a nap, I'd fall back asleep.  I had no energy whatsoever and was very irritable.  (Bless Ørjan for having patience with me.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why can I be so dumb sometimes.  Why do I always neglect my health to the point where I can't function?  Thank god Ørjan bought some incredible iron tablets last month.  I took a few of them with juice and already feel better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5533361020024614805-3138855225344753564?l=corrosiveheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://corrosiveheart.blogspot.com/feeds/3138855225344753564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5533361020024614805&amp;postID=3138855225344753564&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5533361020024614805/posts/default/3138855225344753564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5533361020024614805/posts/default/3138855225344753564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://corrosiveheart.blogspot.com/2008/05/iron-helps-us-play.html' title='Iron helps us play!'/><author><name>Candace D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04447485390166437686</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_T4eQrt8q7NQ/R-P8gMjbUiI/AAAAAAAAABU/FvQYCaOLRVY/S220/outtake02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5533361020024614805.post-7290727665696803193</id><published>2008-05-02T12:34:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2008-05-02T12:51:43.716+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='moving'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It's hard to think that it's all over.  When we first decided to put the house up for sale we were uncertain, but knew it had to be done.  Ørjan was extremely reluctant but I gave him the f&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;avourite jeans&lt;/span&gt; metaphor and he soon realized it was time to move on.  (I'm sure everyone has a favourite pair of clothing that they eventually wear, tear, and need to replace.)  We were toying with the idea of increasing our loan to build out, but I knew if we built out, we'd lose most of our property and it might not be worth the money or effort.  We have two children and need to consider what's best for them.  After years of unhappiness about living in Norway I realized I was wrong.  This place is great for families and we should be trying to find a home that suits our new life.   He was somewhat stuck on the idea of moving to Canada but I just can't conceive living there.  I loved growing up there, but life over here is much slower and values are different.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're so lucky to be able to look out from our windows and see the mountains and fjørds.  There is little to no crime here, we live our windows and doors unlocked, and the air is so crisp and clean.  Summers are gorgeous with the midnight sun, the lack of humidity, and boatrides and trips to the beach are just a 10 minute walk from home.  I used to think that living in such a small town was ruining my life, but now I enjoy having the comfort of closer neighbours and people that stop to say hello.  (Despite the fact that everyone gossips like mad.)  Anyhow... this was totally not what I was going to write about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The new house is great.  We wanted it last year but missed out, but believe it was now the right time.  The couple that will be taking over our house wants to move in quickly and we have no problem with that since we're also eager to move, but I'm going to be so sad when we have to hand over the keys and everything is finalized. We put so much time, money, and effort into this place and now we're giving it away.  My sadness for losing this place even trumps my happiness for our new house.  Oh well.  It's life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5533361020024614805-7290727665696803193?l=corrosiveheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://corrosiveheart.blogspot.com/feeds/7290727665696803193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5533361020024614805&amp;postID=7290727665696803193&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5533361020024614805/posts/default/7290727665696803193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5533361020024614805/posts/default/7290727665696803193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://corrosiveheart.blogspot.com/2008/05/its-hard-to-think-that-its-all-over.html' title=''/><author><name>Candace D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04447485390166437686</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_T4eQrt8q7NQ/R-P8gMjbUiI/AAAAAAAAABU/FvQYCaOLRVY/S220/outtake02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5533361020024614805.post-5843954778576291955</id><published>2008-05-01T22:03:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2008-05-01T23:04:20.187+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>It's Done!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It's all over.  The paperwork will be going through soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our house sold yesterday, and we bought a new one today.  This is an incredible feeling because we got the house we wanted last year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;ps:  Happy May Day.&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/5533361020024614805-5843954778576291955?l=corrosiveheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://corrosiveheart.blogspot.com/feeds/5843954778576291955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5533361020024614805&amp;postID=5843954778576291955&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5533361020024614805/posts/default/5843954778576291955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5533361020024614805/posts/default/5843954778576291955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://corrosiveheart.blogspot.com/2008/05/its-done.html' title='It&apos;s Done!'/><author><name>Candace D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04447485390166437686</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_T4eQrt8q7NQ/R-P8gMjbUiI/AAAAAAAAABU/FvQYCaOLRVY/S220/outtake02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5533361020024614805.post-8966573778400177512</id><published>2008-04-22T15:58:00.005+02:00</published><updated>2008-04-23T16:03:26.487+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='health'/><title type='text'>Universe:3 - Candace:0</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Happy Earth Day!  It's incredibly gorgeous outside and I'm confident that we won't have another freak snowfall.  The weather is warmer, the sun is shining, and it doesn't become dark until around 11pm.  Summer is on its way.  This is probably the only positive thing I have to report today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday morning I went to the doctor's for my birth control appointment.  He was supposed to insert a copper &lt;a href="http://www.fwhc.org/birth-control/iudinfo.htm"&gt;IUD&lt;/a&gt; but it never happened. I took a routine blood and urine test just to make sure I wasn't pregnant. (OMG NO!  We have been so careful because I can not risk getting pregnant for a third time within 3 years!)  It came back negative, but apparently there were traces of bacteria and he was concerned I might have an UTI (urinary tract infection).  I was told to come back the next day to see if my tests results did infact indicate an infection (bacteria was growing) and that if I had one he would just prescribe medication and give me the IUD at the same time.  Ok... not a problem.  I wanted to be safe as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here I am half running and half walking to the healthstation (running because Ørjan was late coming home to watch the kids) and I tripped and fell!  I ripped the knee of my pants, my right knee and leg were incredibly scraped up, and I heard a loud crack from my left foot.  I was rushing to get to the doctor's for nothing because get this - it came back negative for an infection!  At least he cleaned and bandaged my leg.  Did I mention I got my period this morning?  YES!  OH MY MOTHERFUCKING GOD!  And IUD can be set in at any time (and is perfectly ok to be inserted during a period) but he said we should wait until near the end of it so that we could better monitor if there is any heavy bleeding afterwards.  I completely understand but what the hell?  Is the universe against me being on birth control?  I've already been cursed with being so fucking fertile (My period returned 6 weeks after I gave birth to Magnus, and 3 weeks after I gave birth to Sophie) and there is no way in hell that I am going to risk getting pregnant a third time.  Obviously we're using condoms but we both hate them and are both wanting forms of birth control.  Maybe all of this is just too much information for some of you, but this is my reality.  Two kids in two years and fabulous fertility - I WANT BIRTH CONTROL NOW!  Obviously the breastfeeding exclusively isn't an option because despite doing it with both my children my period returned so quickly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ach.  I'm just so frustrated.  I got my period,  I fell and scraped my knee and leg, and I still don't have any birth control.  Come on universe - Give me a break already!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5533361020024614805-8966573778400177512?l=corrosiveheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://corrosiveheart.blogspot.com/feeds/8966573778400177512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5533361020024614805&amp;postID=8966573778400177512&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5533361020024614805/posts/default/8966573778400177512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5533361020024614805/posts/default/8966573778400177512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://corrosiveheart.blogspot.com/2008/04/universe1-candace0.html' title='Universe:3 - Candace:0'/><author><name>Candace D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04447485390166437686</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_T4eQrt8q7NQ/R-P8gMjbUiI/AAAAAAAAABU/FvQYCaOLRVY/S220/outtake02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5533361020024614805.post-7202587367166995398</id><published>2008-04-14T22:33:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2008-04-14T23:33:08.637+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='video'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Magnus'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sophie'/><title type='text'>I love my kids so much.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Flickr just got alot more wonderful.  VIDEO!  Now I'm glad I renewed my pro/paid account.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object type="application/x-shockwave-flash" data="http://www.flickr.com/apps/video/stewart.swf?v=1.172" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" height="240" width="320"&gt; &lt;param name="flashvars" value="intl_lang=en-us&amp;amp;photo_secret=7c8534ce03&amp;amp;photo_id=2414583440"&gt; &lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.flickr.com/apps/video/stewart.swf?v=1.172"&gt; &lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#000000"&gt; &lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" src="http://www.flickr.com/apps/video/stewart.swf?v=1.172" bgcolor="#000000" allowfullscreen="true" flashvars="intl_lang=en-us&amp;amp;photo_secret=7c8534ce03&amp;amp;photo_id=2414583440" height="240" width="320"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object type="application/x-shockwave-flash" data="http://www.flickr.com/apps/video/stewart.swf?v=1.172" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" height="240" width="320"&gt; &lt;param name="flashvars" value="intl_lang=en-us&amp;amp;photo_secret=f1f9472b6b&amp;amp;photo_id=2414646574"&gt; &lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.flickr.com/apps/video/stewart.swf?v=1.172"&gt; &lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#000000"&gt; &lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" src="http://www.flickr.com/apps/video/stewart.swf?v=1.172" bgcolor="#000000" allowfullscreen="true" flashvars="intl_lang=en-us&amp;amp;photo_secret=f1f9472b6b&amp;amp;photo_id=2414646574" height="240" width="320"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="320" height="240" data="http://www.flickr.com/apps/video/stewart.swf?v=1.172" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000"&gt; &lt;param name="flashvars" value="intl_lang=en-us&amp;amp;photo_secret=558fc8be91&amp;amp;photo_id=2413901937"&gt;&lt;/param&gt; &lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.flickr.com/apps/video/stewart.swf?v=1.172"&gt;&lt;/param&gt; &lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#000000"&gt;&lt;/param&gt; &lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" src="http://www.flickr.com/apps/video/stewart.swf?v=1.172" bgcolor="#000000" allowfullscreen="true" flashvars="intl_lang=en-us&amp;amp;photo_secret=558fc8be91&amp;amp;photo_id=2413901937" height="240" width="320"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5533361020024614805-7202587367166995398?l=corrosiveheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://corrosiveheart.blogspot.com/feeds/7202587367166995398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5533361020024614805&amp;postID=7202587367166995398&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5533361020024614805/posts/default/7202587367166995398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5533361020024614805/posts/default/7202587367166995398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://corrosiveheart.blogspot.com/2008/04/i-love-my-kids-so-much.html' title='I love my kids so much.'/><author><name>Candace D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04447485390166437686</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_T4eQrt8q7NQ/R-P8gMjbUiI/AAAAAAAAABU/FvQYCaOLRVY/S220/outtake02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5533361020024614805.post-6736357003441309486</id><published>2008-04-14T21:54:00.005+02:00</published><updated>2008-04-14T22:23:05.372+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='health'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='schedule'/><title type='text'>Exit 75, I'm still alive.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I haven't had the chance to post anything as of lately due to several reasons.  Obviously life can be busy, but when your back goes out and you end up sick and having to take care of two sick kids it's pure chaos.  With our house being sold and our constant hunt for a new place we have very little time for ourselves.  Here's what you might have missed...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Thursday my already aching back went out.  I thought I could just shrug it off with a good night's rest but it just wasn't the case.  As the weekend approached it became increasingly more painful to the point where I couldn't even turn two degrees to the left.  I spent a couple of days in bed and had to ask Ørjan to take a few days off from work to help me out.  All that terrible twisting, bending, and lifting combined with my post-partum &lt;a href="http://www.babycentre.co.uk/pregnancy/antenatalhealth/physicalhealth/pelvicgirdlepain/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;bekkenløsning&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; had put me out of commission.  Not only was I crying due to the pain, I was also feeling incredibly guilty that I couldn't even pick up my kids.  It also didn't help that all three of us were sick.  Thank god that Ørjan has &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;some&lt;/span&gt; patience.  To top things off April hasn't been the slowest month either.  On the days that I've wanted to rest and recooperate I've had to shock myself awake and drag my exhausted ass out the door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Schedule:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;08.04.01 - Magnus' &amp;amp; Sophie's pediatric appointments (11:00)&lt;br /&gt;08.04.01 - Appointment with my midwife (birth control) 12:00&lt;br /&gt;08.04.01 - Magnus' &amp;amp; Sophie's doctor appointments (14:00)&lt;br /&gt;08.04.04 - Kids' Dental Group @ healthstation (13:00)&lt;br /&gt;08.04.05 - Family Meeting @ healhtstation (12:30)&lt;br /&gt;08.04.05 - Meeting with the realtor&lt;br /&gt;08.04.11 - Family meeting (11:00)&lt;br /&gt;08.04.12 - House viewings&lt;br /&gt;08.04.16 - House appraisal&lt;br /&gt;08.04.21 - Doctor's appointment for birth control (09:50)&lt;br /&gt;08.05.14 - Magnus' &amp;amp; Sophie's pediatric appointments&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure there was more that I wanted to post but I'm just too tired right now.  I'll come back and edit this later.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5533361020024614805-6736357003441309486?l=corrosiveheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://corrosiveheart.blogspot.com/feeds/6736357003441309486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5533361020024614805&amp;postID=6736357003441309486&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5533361020024614805/posts/default/6736357003441309486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5533361020024614805/posts/default/6736357003441309486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://corrosiveheart.blogspot.com/2008/04/exit-75-im-still-alive.html' title='Exit 75, I&apos;m still alive.'/><author><name>Candace D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04447485390166437686</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_T4eQrt8q7NQ/R-P8gMjbUiI/AAAAAAAAABU/FvQYCaOLRVY/S220/outtake02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5533361020024614805.post-5719941393439224628</id><published>2008-04-04T20:16:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2008-04-14T21:50:50.549+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='moving'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>Boy for sale...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It's official.  We signed the contracts this afternoon.  Our house, our little baby, &lt;a href="http://www.finn.no/finn/realestate/object?finnkode=13088083&amp;amp;sid=xz2cabwCVEG510877&amp;amp;WT.svl=Link"&gt;it's now for sale&lt;/a&gt;. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our agent was very optimistic that we could get our asking price or more very quickly and also let it slip that a few more places are going up for sale in the next little while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now we wait.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5533361020024614805-5719941393439224628?l=corrosiveheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://corrosiveheart.blogspot.com/feeds/5719941393439224628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5533361020024614805&amp;postID=5719941393439224628&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5533361020024614805/posts/default/5719941393439224628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5533361020024614805/posts/default/5719941393439224628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://corrosiveheart.blogspot.com/2008/04/boy-for-sale.html' title='Boy for sale...'/><author><name>Candace D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04447485390166437686</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_T4eQrt8q7NQ/R-P8gMjbUiI/AAAAAAAAABU/FvQYCaOLRVY/S220/outtake02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5533361020024614805.post-328705728875622960</id><published>2008-03-30T07:20:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2008-03-30T08:05:39.918+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='house hunting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='moving'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='home'/><title type='text'>The Waiting Game of Real Estate</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;We are in quite a dilema at the moment.  The notion of moving has always been there and it's burning a severely smoldered hole in the back of my head.  Should we move to Canada?  Should we find a bigger place in Hemnesberget?  Should we try moving to the south?  When we found out that I was pregnant with Sophie it was immediate chaos when it came to our current residence.  Do we move or do we build out the house?  Ørjan has already created several floorplans for the three rooms and is anxious to get started, but I on the otherhand have no desire to build out just yet (since the kids are so young and there's no rush) and would rather wait to see if something else comes out on the market.  We live in a small place with a huge elderly demographic.  (It's only a matter of time before they move to a nursing/retirement home or umm... die, right?  Then I'm sure a house will go up.)  There are a couple of places for sale in our town but they just haven't seemed right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a house for sale (was previously owned by good friends) that we've thought about but it requires massive renovation outside (insulation and panels). The profit we'd earn from selling our current house would probably go towards that and not interior renovation or redecorating.  Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;PROS&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;The house is HUGE - 4 bedrooms and 3 full floors&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Located in a family/child-friendly neighbourhood&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Was recently renovated x2 (But I'd like to gut some of it... Just not my style)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;We'd be starting again - new house means redecorating and new home projects!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;CONS&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;We'd be losing &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/corrosiveheart/515122529/in/set-72157601700477862/"&gt;the gorgeous view&lt;/a&gt; that we already have!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;We'd no longer be in the sentrum (We don't own a car - the walk in the winter would be tougher.)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;We'd have to let go of a house we've put so much time, effort, and money into.  (&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/corrosiveheart/sets/72157600040351892/"&gt;Then&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/corrosiveheart/sets/72157601700477862/"&gt;Now&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Our nextdoor neighbour would be one of the town's police officers (My life is not a BBC police-mystery series)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow... We still have alot more to think about.  We might call the owner today and go for a quick browse to get a better feeling since looking at photos online can only give you so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5533361020024614805-328705728875622960?l=corrosiveheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://corrosiveheart.blogspot.com/feeds/328705728875622960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5533361020024614805&amp;postID=328705728875622960&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5533361020024614805/posts/default/328705728875622960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5533361020024614805/posts/default/328705728875622960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://corrosiveheart.blogspot.com/2008/03/waiting-game-of-real-estate.html' title='The Waiting Game of Real Estate'/><author><name>Candace D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04447485390166437686</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_T4eQrt8q7NQ/R-P8gMjbUiI/AAAAAAAAABU/FvQYCaOLRVY/S220/outtake02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5533361020024614805.post-3429971352158696236</id><published>2008-03-25T05:57:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2008-05-21T14:31:45.922+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='TO-DO'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='to-do lists'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='what&apos;s next'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lists'/><title type='text'>What's Next</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Now that things have calmed down and holidays are over I'm looking forward to getting a headstart on this list.  My goal is to achieve and complete this list by the end of April or mid-May, but with two kids, some new projects I've insanely taken on, and all the appointments we have scheduled I wonder if I'm being too hopeful.  At least I can be enthusiastic, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;Complete framework painting in our bedroom&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Complete shelving in kids' room&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Take passport photos/Apply for Sophie's passport&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Send carepackage to Kristin in Australia&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Reply to all mail&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Book apartment for Prague Trip 2008&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Complete proposal for cooking workshop&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Renew subscription for &lt;a href="http://www.rom123.no/"&gt;ROM 1.2.3&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Save/Burn photo archives&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Organize Spring/Summer wardrobe&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Send photos with thankyou cards to Canada&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Begin cardio again!  (6 weeks has already passed!)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Birth control&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5533361020024614805-3429971352158696236?l=corrosiveheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://corrosiveheart.blogspot.com/feeds/3429971352158696236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5533361020024614805&amp;postID=3429971352158696236&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5533361020024614805/posts/default/3429971352158696236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5533361020024614805/posts/default/3429971352158696236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://corrosiveheart.blogspot.com/2008/03/whats-next.html' title='What&apos;s Next'/><author><name>Candace D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04447485390166437686</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_T4eQrt8q7NQ/R-P8gMjbUiI/AAAAAAAAABU/FvQYCaOLRVY/S220/outtake02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5533361020024614805.post-1598221271964434611</id><published>2008-03-24T21:07:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2008-03-25T05:56:29.380+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='baking'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cupcakes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>Hello, cupcake!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Being the last day of Easter holidays I decided to bake some &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/corrosiveheart/tags/cupcakes/"&gt;cupcakes&lt;/a&gt; for the kids.  (Magnus and neighbourhood/friends' kids)  They are so good but so bad for you.  3 cups of sugar for 3 dozen chocolate cupcakes?  Wowza.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/corrosiveheart/2357920019/" title="cupcakes01 by corrosiveheart, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3030/2357920019_7a4c8e04fb_s.jpg" alt="cupcakes01" height="75" width="75" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/corrosiveheart/2357922279/" title="cupcakes04 by corrosiveheart, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3189/2357922279_cb60411e22_s.jpg" alt="cupcakes04" height="75" width="75" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/corrosiveheart/2358756054/" title="cupcakes05 by corrosiveheart, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3003/2358756054_cc3e8e79f8_s.jpg" alt="cupcakes05" height="75" width="75" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/corrosiveheart/2358759832/" title="cupcakes09 by corrosiveheart, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3004/2358759832_c0bd81c210_s.jpg" alt="cupcakes09" height="75" width="75" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I have so many left and have no idea what to do with them now.  I don't want them in the house for fear of eating them!  I need to start losing this baby weight now!!!  Having 2 kids in 1 year did a real number on my body.  There's a wedding coming up in June so I really have to find some willpower... hopefully... maybe.&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/5533361020024614805-1598221271964434611?l=corrosiveheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://corrosiveheart.blogspot.com/feeds/1598221271964434611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5533361020024614805&amp;postID=1598221271964434611&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5533361020024614805/posts/default/1598221271964434611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5533361020024614805/posts/default/1598221271964434611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://corrosiveheart.blogspot.com/2008/03/hello-cupcake.html' title='Hello, cupcake!'/><author><name>Candace D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04447485390166437686</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_T4eQrt8q7NQ/R-P8gMjbUiI/AAAAAAAAABU/FvQYCaOLRVY/S220/outtake02.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3030/2357920019_7a4c8e04fb_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5533361020024614805.post-6506590050537336520</id><published>2008-03-18T23:10:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2008-03-18T23:19:20.618+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='marimekko'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='design'/><title type='text'>Marimekko Madness</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So the New York Times unleashed a sneak peak at the new clothing line being released with H&amp;amp;M but I'm completely disappointed.  Yeah yeah, the prints are typical of &lt;a href="http://marimekko.com/"&gt;Marimekko&lt;/a&gt; and the latest Spring and Summer trends of 2008, but I have to admit I was expecting something more... and maybe something a bit more rounded.  Even the Marimekko free fabric placemats they're including with Findus ready-meals are more inspiring than the H&amp;amp;M line.  (Bare i Sverige tror jeg...)  Now I'm reading that Marimekko is making hook-ups with Avon for a beauty line?  And of course it'll be featuring the trademark Unikko print.  Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I was just hoping for a little bit more since I am always amazed with Marimekko fabrics.  Oh well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5533361020024614805-6506590050537336520?l=corrosiveheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://corrosiveheart.blogspot.com/feeds/6506590050537336520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5533361020024614805&amp;postID=6506590050537336520&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5533361020024614805/posts/default/6506590050537336520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5533361020024614805/posts/default/6506590050537336520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://corrosiveheart.blogspot.com/2008/03/marimekko-madness.html' title='Marimekko Madness'/><author><name>Candace D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04447485390166437686</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_T4eQrt8q7NQ/R-P8gMjbUiI/AAAAAAAAABU/FvQYCaOLRVY/S220/outtake02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5533361020024614805.post-8449902913112195546</id><published>2008-03-13T09:43:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-03-13T09:55:34.889+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='menstruation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sex'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>Period.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;You've got to be fucking kidding me.  I just got my period. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not even 4 weeks after giving birth and I've ovulated already!  WHAT.  THE.  FUCK.  After I gave birth to Magnus I thought it was unbelievable and slightly unfair that mine returned after just 6 weeks, but what the hell?  I am breastfeeding exclusively - Why can't I just take advantage of one of its benefits?  No wonder I've been so moody lately... damnit.  Easter holidays are almost here (Ørjan has a week off from work) and I planned on having sex sometime during the week but it's not going to happen now.  I'm bloated, moody, and menstruating.  I also probably only sleep 4 hours a night and don't have time to nap during the day due to my screaming children.  I can't believe Ørjan still tries to hold my hand under the covers at night.  I must be a horrible mess during the day and yesterday I did yell at him when he came home for his lunch break... ugh. Very bad.  I can't believe my period has led to an epiphany. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe something good did come from getting it this early. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5533361020024614805-8449902913112195546?l=corrosiveheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://corrosiveheart.blogspot.com/feeds/8449902913112195546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5533361020024614805&amp;postID=8449902913112195546&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5533361020024614805/posts/default/8449902913112195546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5533361020024614805/posts/default/8449902913112195546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://corrosiveheart.blogspot.com/2008/03/period.html' title='Period.'/><author><name>Candace D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04447485390166437686</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_T4eQrt8q7NQ/R-P8gMjbUiI/AAAAAAAAABU/FvQYCaOLRVY/S220/outtake02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5533361020024614805.post-3361043137610707104</id><published>2008-03-09T10:37:00.006+01:00</published><updated>2008-03-09T12:29:59.060+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sex'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sophie'/><title type='text'>Semi-sinful weekend</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;To sum up this weekend in one sentence:  We sent Magnus to his grandma's in hopes of being able to relax and enjoy ourselves for just one night.  I had originally thought that if we sent Magnus off for the weekend that we might be able to steal a few hours to ourselves since Sophie usually falls asleep after she eats.  This was not the case at all!  The plans were to eat a more adult dinner with slightly more &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;gourmet flair&lt;/span&gt; than my usual weeknight dinners (which already can be fancy schmancy), relaxing on the sofa and indulging in chocolate truffles, and ending the evening with some... Ahem, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;lovin'&lt;/span&gt;.  Of course nothing ever goes as planned.  Let me explain...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had somewhat of a quiet morning when Ørjan dropped Magnus off and also did some shopping in town.  I was slightly disappointed that I couldn't go into town since I haven't been there for ages, but at least staying home with Sophie meant resting and relaxing.  Instead of catching up on sleep (which I really should have done) I baked a few dozen cookies to have on hand and also to give to relatives and friends when we go visiting or have visitors.  (I made chocolatechunk and triple chocolate cookies if you're interested.)  When you have a new baby you always have people drop in! It wasn't so bad at all - The house was quiet, I only had Sophie to look after, and I was able to be alone and do something I enjoy: baking.  Sophie fussed for a little while, but she slept for most of the morning.  Around 3pm when Ørjan walked through the door things spiraled downward.  From 3-9 she had terrible gas and was extremely fussy.  We were seriously considering that it might be colic, but I knew that with all the vomiting and gas from both ends that her stomach must have really been bothering her.  Instead of having a quiet evening together it was nothing but stress, crying, and exhaustion.  The evening we had planned together wasn't going as anticipated.  At least around 10pm she passed out after a final feeding and a nice long bath.  The only trouble was that now both Ørjan and I were frustrated and had no energy to carry out the evening.  I won't elaborate with details but we definitely exchanged some words.  (We don't ever really fight, but rather have exhausting conversations that draw out alot of fears and emotions.)  Already exhausted we spent over two hours talking in bed about how frustrated we were until we passed out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least our morning was better (this explains the title) and we managed to jump a certain hurdle - sex.  It's been over a month since we last had sex and despite my pregnancy books suggesting a low sex drive after birth, this has never been the case with me.  We both woke up in a much better and amorous mood, had protected sex (DEFINITELY no more babies for me this year!), and feasted on chocolate for breakfast.  We also slept in an extra hour since we didn't have to attend to an oh-so-active Magnus that shakes me out of bed every morning at 8.  Sex, chocolate, and sleep?  As a parent that has very little time to stop and enjoy the small indulgences and pleasures of life, I can definitely say this weekend was semi-sinful.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5533361020024614805-3361043137610707104?l=corrosiveheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://corrosiveheart.blogspot.com/feeds/3361043137610707104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5533361020024614805&amp;postID=3361043137610707104&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5533361020024614805/posts/default/3361043137610707104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5533361020024614805/posts/default/3361043137610707104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://corrosiveheart.blogspot.com/2008/03/semi-sinful-weekend.html' title='Semi-sinful weekend'/><author><name>Candace D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04447485390166437686</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_T4eQrt8q7NQ/R-P8gMjbUiI/AAAAAAAAABU/FvQYCaOLRVY/S220/outtake02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5533361020024614805.post-2001214588674500155</id><published>2008-03-02T21:02:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2008-03-02T21:19:24.496+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ørjan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>Sexy time for exhausted parents</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Lately it hasn't been so easy to hold back my short temper with Ørjan and I've been feeling extremely guilty about this.  With all the extra work and lack of sleep we've been facing neither of us has had the energy or drive to even pretend like we're in the mood for... anything.  Any chance we have to be intimate (this does not include sex since I don't feel ready for it just yet) is always passed up for a quick nap or household work that needs to be done.  This weekend however was a different story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ørjan is incredibly sentimental but definitely &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;not a romantic&lt;/span&gt;.  Friday was a complete shock when I hesitated to follow him when he took my hand.  He had just put Magnus down for a nap, Sophie was sleeping, and Ørjan took it upon himself to take me by the hand, asked me to follow him, and he guided me to the sofa in the living room where he had blankets and pillows ready and wanted me to sleep on/against him while he sat behind me.  I only had time to sleep for a half an hour but it was very nice.  Later in the night when we were in bed ready to pass out he said, "You know I wish we had time to do what he did today... that we had more time to cuddle."  Just the fact that these words slipped from his lips made me completely melt with shock.  He's not very talented at expressing his feelings, but just this small effort meant so much to me.  Saturday night we spent almost two hours &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;making out&lt;/span&gt; like we were the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;TLF&lt;/span&gt; boyfriend and girlfriend that you might encounter in highschool.  It was wonderful despite the fact that we sacrificed sleep for intimacy or what he likes to call, "Sexy Time".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The weekend was fabulous.  I doubt I need to say more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5533361020024614805-2001214588674500155?l=corrosiveheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://corrosiveheart.blogspot.com/feeds/2001214588674500155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5533361020024614805&amp;postID=2001214588674500155&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5533361020024614805/posts/default/2001214588674500155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5533361020024614805/posts/default/2001214588674500155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://corrosiveheart.blogspot.com/2008/03/sexy-time-for-exhausted-parents.html' title='Sexy time for exhausted parents'/><author><name>Candace D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04447485390166437686</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_T4eQrt8q7NQ/R-P8gMjbUiI/AAAAAAAAABU/FvQYCaOLRVY/S220/outtake02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5533361020024614805.post-855085025140132060</id><published>2008-02-28T12:57:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2008-02-28T13:33:14.873+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thisnext'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='freestuff'/><title type='text'>What's next?  This!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Yesterday morning a notice came in the mail from UPS Norway that there was a package waiting for me at the post office.  To my surprise it was a welcome gift for &lt;a href="http://www.thisnext.com/"&gt;thisnext&lt;/a&gt; mavens.  Ørjan was so anxious to see what it was that he literally ripped open the box while we were down there.  Unfortunately the thisnext maven M'n'Ms were slightly crushed and mangled during shipping.  Oh well.  I was pleasantly surprised to see that a &lt;a href="http://www.gelaskins.com/"&gt;gelaskin&lt;/a&gt; that I had listed/recommended was included in the package.  Sweet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/corrosiveheart/2298196774/" title="thisnext01 by corrosiveheart, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3172/2298196774_55c00c0511_m.jpg" alt="thisnext01" height="240" width="180" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/corrosiveheart/2298196968/" title="thisnext02 by corrosiveheart, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3159/2298196968_370d265299_m.jpg" alt="thisnext02" height="180" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did I mention that I &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;love&lt;/span&gt; free stuff?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5533361020024614805-855085025140132060?l=corrosiveheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://corrosiveheart.blogspot.com/feeds/855085025140132060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5533361020024614805&amp;postID=855085025140132060&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5533361020024614805/posts/default/855085025140132060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5533361020024614805/posts/default/855085025140132060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://corrosiveheart.blogspot.com/2008/02/whats-next-this.html' title='What&apos;s next?  This!'/><author><name>Candace D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04447485390166437686</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_T4eQrt8q7NQ/R-P8gMjbUiI/AAAAAAAAABU/FvQYCaOLRVY/S220/outtake02.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3172/2298196774_55c00c0511_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5533361020024614805.post-1381457608997679435</id><published>2008-02-25T11:42:00.006+01:00</published><updated>2008-02-28T13:32:59.801+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='milestones'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weather'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='schedule'/><title type='text'>Despite the leapyear...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I can't believe &lt;a href="http://corrosiveheart.blogspot.com/2008/01/could-you-schedule-me-break.html"&gt;February is almost over&lt;/a&gt;. It's almost like this month never really happened due to the chaos and busy scheduling I found myself in.  Three of the biggest events were: Magnus celebrated his first birthday, we celebrated the Chinese New Year, and I gave birth to Sophie.  With March lurking not so far away I'm optimistic that things can only get better.  February came in and left so quickly that I never managed to accomplish everything that I had intended to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow... It's so lovely outside at the moment that I'm almost tempted to take the kids out for a walk... but after 15 minutes the weather changes drastically and it's nothing but horrid wet snow and rain.  Meh.  This February is nothing like last year.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5533361020024614805-1381457608997679435?l=corrosiveheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://corrosiveheart.blogspot.com/feeds/1381457608997679435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5533361020024614805&amp;postID=1381457608997679435&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5533361020024614805/posts/default/1381457608997679435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5533361020024614805/posts/default/1381457608997679435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://corrosiveheart.blogspot.com/2008/02/despite-leapyear.html' title='Despite the leapyear...'/><author><name>Candace D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04447485390166437686</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_T4eQrt8q7NQ/R-P8gMjbUiI/AAAAAAAAABU/FvQYCaOLRVY/S220/outtake02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5533361020024614805.post-609266707481977344</id><published>2008-02-23T22:11:00.006+01:00</published><updated>2008-02-23T22:28:00.202+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sophie'/><title type='text'>Sophie equals love.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;If it's possible, each day we fall in love with her even more.  From the first moment that they placed her on my chest, and the first moment that Ørjan held her, it was instant love.  Magnus is such a nice big brother to her (he strokes her head and puts his cheek to her face) and we have noticed positive changes in him towards his younger sister.  I have also noticed how smitten Ørjan has become with her and I think it's wonderful... It actually makes me feel like I did when I was beginning to fall in love with him.  There was an instant psychological connection this time when I saw my own face and my own ethnic traits in her.  (I can't tell you how  tired I am of hearing just how much Magnus looks like his dad... as if I had nothing to do with him!)  I love when she cries, I love when she stares at me, and I even love the faces she makes when she messes her diaper... She is wonderful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/corrosiveheart/2282055268/" title="canada03 by corrosiveheart, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3093/2282055268_40d6dfb551_t.jpg" alt="canada03" height="100" width="75" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/corrosiveheart/2281259231/" title="IMG_7790b by corrosiveheart, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3054/2281259231_bd278d1638_t.jpg" alt="IMG_7790b" height="100" width="75" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/corrosiveheart/2281262771/" title="IMG_7898b by corrosiveheart, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2208/2281262771_3ba0ed92ed_t.jpg" alt="IMG_7898b" height="100" width="75" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I heard myself say the word &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;daughter&lt;/span&gt; when I was calling upstairs to Ørjan and at first I had to stop and think about it.  I have a daughter.  I was always overjoyed that I was a mother to a fantastic little boy, but now I'm also the mother to a wonderful girl.  Of all the experiences in my life that have equated happiness, nothing can compare to what this is and what this means to me.  I love this feeling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5533361020024614805-609266707481977344?l=corrosiveheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://corrosiveheart.blogspot.com/feeds/609266707481977344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5533361020024614805&amp;postID=609266707481977344&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5533361020024614805/posts/default/609266707481977344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5533361020024614805/posts/default/609266707481977344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://corrosiveheart.blogspot.com/2008/02/sophie-equals-love.html' title='Sophie equals love.'/><author><name>Candace D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04447485390166437686</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_T4eQrt8q7NQ/R-P8gMjbUiI/AAAAAAAAABU/FvQYCaOLRVY/S220/outtake02.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3093/2282055268_40d6dfb551_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5533361020024614805.post-4554966537186882997</id><published>2008-02-23T21:59:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2008-02-24T07:45:42.863+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Modighet</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Bare et spørsmål - Hvem er du... Eller, hvem er &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;dere&lt;/span&gt;?  (Hemnes og Telemark)  Kanskje jeg er bare litt nysgjerrig men kom igjen!  Er det Ørjan eller meg som du lurer på?  Det er jo ikke farlig til å si hei av og til og du kan kommentere hvis du ønsker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God natt.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5533361020024614805-4554966537186882997?l=corrosiveheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://corrosiveheart.blogspot.com/feeds/4554966537186882997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5533361020024614805&amp;postID=4554966537186882997&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5533361020024614805/posts/default/4554966537186882997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5533361020024614805/posts/default/4554966537186882997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://corrosiveheart.blogspot.com/2008/02/modighet.html' title='Modighet'/><author><name>Candace D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04447485390166437686</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_T4eQrt8q7NQ/R-P8gMjbUiI/AAAAAAAAABU/FvQYCaOLRVY/S220/outtake02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5533361020024614805.post-5516244114965451971</id><published>2008-02-22T15:46:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2008-02-22T15:58:58.608+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dentist'/><title type='text'>Ech, bite me!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Ugh, 10 minutes in a dental chair cost me 1300 kr today but I had to be there.  After I gave birth the top left side of my mouth was throbbing.  Two thoughts immediately ran through my head last week:  "God I hope this is only a cavity" and "I hope this isn't my wisdom tooth coming in..."  It turns out that it was both!  I had a small cavity at the back that needed to be taken care of, and oh jeezs... It turns out that that my wisdom tooth had already come in.  Having those pesky extra teeth coming in was always in the back of my mind (my dentist in Canada said they'd probably show up by the time I was 22 or 23) but I was optimistic that I might have another year or two.  Today was also the first day I've left the house and of course it was to get dental work done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least after I was out of there I ran into a few of my friends and Ørjan's family.  People have been very curious as to who Sophie looks like and I was very proud that at least this time I could introduce one of my children that actually looks like me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, nap time.  If I can get in 30 minutes I know it'll set everything right.  More later because I do have some news!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5533361020024614805-5516244114965451971?l=corrosiveheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://corrosiveheart.blogspot.com/feeds/5516244114965451971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5533361020024614805&amp;postID=5516244114965451971&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5533361020024614805/posts/default/5516244114965451971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5533361020024614805/posts/default/5516244114965451971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://corrosiveheart.blogspot.com/2008/02/ech-bite-me.html' title='Ech, bite me!'/><author><name>Candace D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04447485390166437686</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_T4eQrt8q7NQ/R-P8gMjbUiI/AAAAAAAAABU/FvQYCaOLRVY/S220/outtake02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5533361020024614805.post-1114050482128711445</id><published>2008-02-20T12:44:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2008-02-20T12:49:42.022+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>A Day of Rest</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Ørjan's mom is here for the day (and maybe the night?!) so that I can get some rest while she's watching after Magnus.  I can't tell you how good it feels to get in a nap!  I haven't had one for days and this morning it really hit me hard.  She took Magnus out for a walk and a visit to his great uncle's, and I ended up getting in 30 minutes of rest before Ørjan came home for lunch.  Now I have no idea what I'm going to do with all this extra time to myself.  I know I should really be resting, but I want to get some things done around the house.  While I am completely grateful and appreciative of Ørjan's mom's effort to help us, I'm still slightly hesitant about letting her take the reigns so much.  I can see that she's spoiling Magnus a bit and it starting to interfere with the rules we're trying to put down at the moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow... time for a shower.  It feels great knowing I can get in a shower without stressing out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5533361020024614805-1114050482128711445?l=corrosiveheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://corrosiveheart.blogspot.com/feeds/1114050482128711445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5533361020024614805&amp;postID=1114050482128711445&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5533361020024614805/posts/default/1114050482128711445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5533361020024614805/posts/default/1114050482128711445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://corrosiveheart.blogspot.com/2008/02/day-of-rest.html' title='A Day of Rest'/><author><name>Candace D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04447485390166437686</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_T4eQrt8q7NQ/R-P8gMjbUiI/AAAAAAAAABU/FvQYCaOLRVY/S220/outtake02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5533361020024614805.post-7423164428366164985</id><published>2008-02-20T11:43:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2008-02-20T12:54:07.980+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ppp'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='internet'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blogging'/><title type='text'>I signed up for PPP!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I've just signed up for &lt;a href="http://www.payperpost.com/"&gt;payperpost&lt;/a&gt; on a whim since I've seen so many blogs feature it.  At first I was somewhat synical and skeptical about the programme, but after joining I can honestly say that I was wrong - payperpost is great.  I haven’t been signed up for too long, but after being approved so quickly I was amazed with the opportunities that are offered. It may appear that members are only directed to promote products for advertizers but it's not that at all - you choose to write about products and services that you're interested in and believe are worth it.  There are organizations, products, and services that offer valuable deals as well as information for people that are always in search of these.  For a cautious consumer like myself I welcome reading and promoting these.  One thing to also consider is that like any relationship between the advertizer and the blogger, there is also a &lt;a href="http://payperpost.com/advertisers/ethics.html"&gt;word of mouth ethics&lt;/a&gt; policy that is in place.  There are strict policies in order which protect both sides from giving the impression of conflict of interest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I suppose what I like best about payperpost is that you can also choose to donate the money you make to organizations like Habitat for Humanity and The American Red Cross.  For people that are always striving to help others but aren't sure where to begin, you can take 10 minutes by blogging to do it - it's just that easy.  There's no pressure to post anything and you can make honest reviews.  Maybe what I like best about payperpost is that it delivers what it promises.  You actually MAKE money and you don't have to wait an eternity to receive it either.  As a mother of 2 children under the age of 2 I love how I can easily make extra money from home just by blogging.  I would definitely recommend payperpost for others out there that might be in the same situation. &lt;img src="http://tinyurl.com/2cr9kl" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.payperpost.com/?utm_source=opportunity&amp;amp;utm_medium=disclosure%2Bbadge"&gt;&lt;img src="http://tinyurl.com/2er3eu" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5533361020024614805-7423164428366164985?l=corrosiveheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://corrosiveheart.blogspot.com/feeds/7423164428366164985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5533361020024614805&amp;postID=7423164428366164985&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5533361020024614805/posts/default/7423164428366164985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5533361020024614805/posts/default/7423164428366164985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://corrosiveheart.blogspot.com/2008/02/i-signed-up-for-ppp.html' title='I signed up for PPP!'/><author><name>Candace D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04447485390166437686</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_T4eQrt8q7NQ/R-P8gMjbUiI/AAAAAAAAABU/FvQYCaOLRVY/S220/outtake02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5533361020024614805.post-5096130260155139390</id><published>2008-02-19T17:00:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-02-19T17:19:10.728+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Magnus'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sophie'/><title type='text'>Day 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It's day number two of  having both kids at home.  The first day was a bit hard mainly due to Magnus' behaviour (Not pointing blame, but he was acting like a spoiled brat after spending a week at grandma's) but we got through it.  I actually find it slightly easier to take care of two children under the age of two than being pregnant and taking care of a toddler.  Magnus is very curious and actually very gentle with his little sister, but I sense that he's feeling slightly left out when we hold her.  I don't think it's jealousy, but we see that he's very impatient and needy now.  He constantly wants to be picked up and held whenever we show her attention.  I won't lie, it's hard it hold them both at the same time.  Sometimes while I'm breastfeeding her in my lap I have to pick him up with my free arm and put him next to me.  While I have no problem with this, it's a struggle because he'll want down back to the floor, and only minutes later he'll want back up on the sofa with me.  Doing this several times while trying to feed Sophie is not an easy task.  At least Sophie isn't a screamer and she sleeps for most of the day so I really only need to worry about Magnus for the most part. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not as exhausted as everyone expects me to be which I suppose is a plus, but maybe I'm a fool for not trying to ask for more help or try to slip in a nap when possible.  I just don't really feel like it at the moment.  I spent the last 3-4 months extremely tired while carrying Sophie and having to run after Magnus, and now that I'm no longer pregnant I have so much more energy that I want to use.  I want to be doing the things I wasn't able to do in the past couple of months.    Eh.  Tomorrow Ørjan's mom is coming by to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;help&lt;/span&gt; me... whatever that means.  If this means looking after Magnus I have no problem with it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think now I'll try to catch a quick 30 minute nap while I can.  Sophie is sleeping and Ørjan is upstairs napping Magnus so I really have nothing else to do.  I wanted to do a few other things but I'm afraid I'd make too much noise in the house. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More later... I still want to post something that is completely unrelated to babies. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5533361020024614805-5096130260155139390?l=corrosiveheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://corrosiveheart.blogspot.com/feeds/5096130260155139390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5533361020024614805&amp;postID=5096130260155139390&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5533361020024614805/posts/default/5096130260155139390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5533361020024614805/posts/default/5096130260155139390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://corrosiveheart.blogspot.com/2008/02/day-2.html' title='Day 2'/><author><name>Candace D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04447485390166437686</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_T4eQrt8q7NQ/R-P8gMjbUiI/AAAAAAAAABU/FvQYCaOLRVY/S220/outtake02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5533361020024614805.post-6622873225597476940</id><published>2008-02-17T22:47:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-02-17T22:55:07.091+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Magnus'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I'm sure it has to do with the fact that I haven't spent the week holding Magnus, and I'm sure it probably is because I've only been occupied with Sophie, but holy cow - Magnus looks huge!  He looks like he's shot up a couple of centimetres and it looks like he put on at least a kilo!  My little guy is home and now he looks so much older.  It's strange. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The weekend has been slow and we've been able to relax, the only probably is that now, and only now, has my fatigue started to kick in.  Ørjan goes back to work tomorrow and I'll be here alone taking care of Sophie and Magnus... Who knows how it will be.  As long as I get enough sleep tonight I'm sure I'll be able to handle things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Must sleep now.  I really want to post something but it'll have to wait until tomorrow when I have more time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5533361020024614805-6622873225597476940?l=corrosiveheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://corrosiveheart.blogspot.com/feeds/6622873225597476940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5533361020024614805&amp;postID=6622873225597476940&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5533361020024614805/posts/default/6622873225597476940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5533361020024614805/posts/default/6622873225597476940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://corrosiveheart.blogspot.com/2008/02/im-sure-it-has-to-do-with-fact-that-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Candace D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04447485390166437686</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_T4eQrt8q7NQ/R-P8gMjbUiI/AAAAAAAAABU/FvQYCaOLRVY/S220/outtake02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5533361020024614805.post-4224562002349242451</id><published>2008-02-16T13:27:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2008-02-16T13:53:27.604+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sophie'/><title type='text'>Sophie</title><content type='html'>&lt;ul style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;She's here - little &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/corrosiveheart/sets/72157603917184292/"&gt;Sophie Elizabeth Martinussen&lt;/a&gt; is here!  I will post something later when I'm not so tired.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Our daughter is on the front page of the paper!&lt;/span&gt;  Unfortunately the article I was interviewed for misquoted me saying that I had given birth at a large department in Canada.  What I did say was that I had a child HERE and that from experiences I've heard of (from friends in Canada) is that you're more like a number and you're in and out.  I said that I had good experiences here and that I felt more safe and confident about the relationships with the staff and wasn't sure you could achieve the same satisfaction in a larger place.  Oh well.  After the interview I wondered if she could possibly misinterpret what I had said.  Too late.  Although I did mention that when I had my son I was in that specific hospital for more than a week.  Maybe it just makes the article more interesting  and convincing (about closing smaller maternity wards in our regions) but still, a little bit sad.  At least it's exciting even with the misunderstanding.  Our little girl is in the paper!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I'm feeling healthy and fine (despite the engorged monster boobs) and want to go out but the weather is horrible.  I should try to rest but I just can't.  There are too many things on my mind right now.  Magnus is still having a nice vacation at his grandma's but I do want him home because I've missed him so much.  We're torn between having a nice relaxed weekend to settle in with Sophie but we'd also like Magnus to be a part of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5533361020024614805-4224562002349242451?l=corrosiveheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://corrosiveheart.blogspot.com/feeds/4224562002349242451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5533361020024614805&amp;postID=4224562002349242451&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5533361020024614805/posts/default/4224562002349242451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5533361020024614805/posts/default/4224562002349242451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://corrosiveheart.blogspot.com/2008/02/sophie.html' title='Sophie'/><author><name>Candace D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04447485390166437686</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_T4eQrt8q7NQ/R-P8gMjbUiI/AAAAAAAAABU/FvQYCaOLRVY/S220/outtake02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5533361020024614805.post-5286366191627435569</id><published>2008-02-11T19:54:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-02-11T19:58:00.399+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Magnus'/><title type='text'>Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/corrosiveheart/2255244527/" title="magnuspizza02 by corrosiveheart, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2045/2255244527_cf47a9bfa7_s.jpg" alt="magnuspizza02" height="75" width="75" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/corrosiveheart/2253026871/" title="gaver18 by corrosiveheart, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2234/2253026871_54a3e50641_s.jpg" alt="gaver18" height="75" width="75" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/corrosiveheart/2253822240/" title="gaver08 by corrosiveheart, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2375/2253822240_210534e38a_s.jpg" alt="gaver08" height="75" width="75" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love him so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5533361020024614805-5286366191627435569?l=corrosiveheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://corrosiveheart.blogspot.com/feeds/5286366191627435569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5533361020024614805&amp;postID=5286366191627435569&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5533361020024614805/posts/default/5286366191627435569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5533361020024614805/posts/default/5286366191627435569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://corrosiveheart.blogspot.com/2008/02/love.html' title='Love'/><author><name>Candace D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04447485390166437686</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_T4eQrt8q7NQ/R-P8gMjbUiI/AAAAAAAAABU/FvQYCaOLRVY/S220/outtake02.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2045/2255244527_cf47a9bfa7_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5533361020024614805.post-4110672766397029410</id><published>2008-02-08T23:12:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-02-08T23:32:55.801+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pregnancy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>Ugh...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Ugh, I should really be heading off to bed but here I am half passed out on the sofa watching old episodes of &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Samurai_Champloo"&gt;Samurai Champloo&lt;/a&gt;.  It's been an exhausting day and I would have no problem trading it all for a can of diet pepsi with lemon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't mention it earlier but at my last ultrasound on Monday the midwife told me she believed I would probably go past my due date.  WHAT?!  I also received the news that our baby isn't really growing (packing on the weight) as it should be in these last weeks.  I'm not too worried because it's still measuring between 34-38 weeks and past the 3kg mark, but still.  We believe it was around the 30-32 week mark that Magnus stopped putting on weight (born full term as 2kg) and it makes me wonder if there's something wrong with me.  Well, at least at this point we've decided this will be the last time we have another child... for a VERY long time.  Ørjan is quite pleased knowing we'll be having a girl (or so they say) and that &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;his job is done&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, like I said.  The day was exhausting.  Maybe I'll post something tomorrow when I can compose my thoughts and concentrate on something more than complaining.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5533361020024614805-4110672766397029410?l=corrosiveheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://corrosiveheart.blogspot.com/feeds/4110672766397029410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5533361020024614805&amp;postID=4110672766397029410&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5533361020024614805/posts/default/4110672766397029410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5533361020024614805/posts/default/4110672766397029410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://corrosiveheart.blogspot.com/2008/02/ugh.html' title='Ugh...'/><author><name>Candace D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04447485390166437686</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_T4eQrt8q7NQ/R-P8gMjbUiI/AAAAAAAAABU/FvQYCaOLRVY/S220/outtake02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5533361020024614805.post-2917541910279857940</id><published>2008-02-05T17:45:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-02-05T18:40:12.336+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Magnus'/><title type='text'>Almost a year already?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/corrosiveheart/2244740304/" title="outtake07 by corrosiveheart, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2416/2244740304_2c3f7c8a89_m.jpg" alt="outtake07" height="240" width="180" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I can't believe our little guy is almost 1!  Today I found myself hugging him and saying, "You've been outside mummy's tummy for a year."  Every day with him brings us so much pride and joy.  This afternoon I finished wrapping up the last of his gifts and tried to decide upon the baked goodies that I'll make for his birthday celebrations on Friday.  I've always wanted to plan a party for a kid/baby and now that I can, I'm so overwhelmed!  I wanted to go with a theme but I think I'll wait for another occasion when he's older.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also tried taking some photos suitable for submitting to Rana Blad for their birthday announcements but it was so difficult... I really only ended up with outtakes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/corrosiveheart/2244739986/" title="outtake06 by corrosiveheart, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2311/2244739986_845b4fe69f_m.jpg" alt="outtake06" height="240" width="180" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5533361020024614805-2917541910279857940?l=corrosiveheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://corrosiveheart.blogspot.com/feeds/2917541910279857940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5533361020024614805&amp;postID=2917541910279857940&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5533361020024614805/posts/default/2917541910279857940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5533361020024614805/posts/default/2917541910279857940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://corrosiveheart.blogspot.com/2008/02/almost-year-already.html' title='Almost a year already?'/><author><name>Candace D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04447485390166437686</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_T4eQrt8q7NQ/R-P8gMjbUiI/AAAAAAAAABU/FvQYCaOLRVY/S220/outtake02.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2416/2244740304_2c3f7c8a89_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5533361020024614805.post-3213001483572361501</id><published>2008-01-30T20:03:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-01-30T20:10:07.915+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='strange events'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kitty'/><title type='text'>Catnapping = Kidnapping?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Something very strange happened today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was sitting on the sofa looking out the window just after feeding Magnus (he likes to sit by the window while he's eating) and saw a teenaged girl walk down to our front door.  She stood there for a few minutes so I figured she had seen our cat sitting outside and came down to give him &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;kos&lt;/span&gt;.  The next thing I know I see her turn her back and struggle for a few seconds and she starts walking up to the road to meet her friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK.  What the hell just happened?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I quickly ran to the door, yelled out in my best Norwegian (I decided to use dialect and slang) and asked where she was going with my cat.  She looked completely stunned.  I thought it was funny because our cat lept out of her arms and ran into the house, and she looked like an idiot trying to walk off with my cat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wasn't so much mad as I was shocked.  Why would someone walk up to someone's front door and take their cat?  If he was outside playing and was metres and metres away from our house I would understand (alot of cats are outdoor cats here) but come on, my front door?  Would someone please explain it to me?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5533361020024614805-3213001483572361501?l=corrosiveheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://corrosiveheart.blogspot.com/feeds/3213001483572361501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5533361020024614805&amp;postID=3213001483572361501&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5533361020024614805/posts/default/3213001483572361501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5533361020024614805/posts/default/3213001483572361501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://corrosiveheart.blogspot.com/2008/01/catnapping-kidnapping.html' title='Catnapping = Kidnapping?'/><author><name>Candace D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04447485390166437686</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_T4eQrt8q7NQ/R-P8gMjbUiI/AAAAAAAAABU/FvQYCaOLRVY/S220/outtake02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5533361020024614805.post-5921541086278893178</id><published>2008-01-30T19:42:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-01-30T20:02:51.291+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pregnancy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>My biological clock is digital.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Just counting down the days...  When is this kid going to get here?  I'm not the only one who is anxious either.  Every night in bed whether it's an easy one or not, Ørjan turns to me in semi-panic and asks if I'm ok.  Last night he even turned to me while I was half asleep and said, "Hospital Soon".  Ha, like I don't know that already.  Each time I plop myself on the toilet I expect to see bloody show but sigh... nothing just yet.  Around this time last year I was only days away from going into labour.  I keep expecting to go into labour just like I did last year despite the fact that I know every pregnancy and labour is different.  I just find it strange that I'm also exhibiting the same behaviours and cravings that I did before I went into labour.  The last meals I ate before going to the hospital consisted of salmon and wouldn't you know it... salmon tonight because I've been craving salmon all week.  I've also felt more comfortable and at ease than I have during the past couple of weeks.  Oh well, we'll see!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow I have an appointment scheduled and of course I'm going to have the other Swedish doctor that fills in for Grela.  Despite the fact that he's just a substitute for my doctor, he's actually more like my permanent family doctor because I always seem to have him when I go to the health station.  He was the first doctor I ever used in Norway, he was the first doctor to examine me when I was pregnant with Magnus (and actually did my other examinations), has performed all my emergency tasks, and he's very easy to talk to... Even if he switches between Swedish and English all the time!  Ørjan will be coming home to watch Magnus (which is fabulous) so at least I'll have a little time to myself to get ready.  I just wish he didn't feel so paranoid about taking time off work.  At least &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Odd Erik&lt;/span&gt; has been positive and said he's ok with giving him the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's now 8pm and I feel another burst of energy coming on.  I think I'll go do a few loads of laundry and then search for some recipes for a better buttercream icing.  (Decided to make a few dozen mini cupcakes for Magnus' 1st birthday.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5533361020024614805-5921541086278893178?l=corrosiveheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://corrosiveheart.blogspot.com/feeds/5921541086278893178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5533361020024614805&amp;postID=5921541086278893178&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5533361020024614805/posts/default/5921541086278893178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5533361020024614805/posts/default/5921541086278893178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://corrosiveheart.blogspot.com/2008/01/my-biological-clock-is-digital.html' title='My biological clock is digital.'/><author><name>Candace D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04447485390166437686</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_T4eQrt8q7NQ/R-P8gMjbUiI/AAAAAAAAABU/FvQYCaOLRVY/S220/outtake02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5533361020024614805.post-5420930335596548020</id><published>2008-01-28T05:48:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-02-05T18:50:36.203+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wishlist'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='entertainment'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dvd'/><title type='text'>Ut på tur, aldri sur!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Mother's Day is coming up and I've been hinting to this... seriously.  WANT THIS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.nrk.no/monsen/"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T4eQrt8q7NQ/R51fRe1XBLI/AAAAAAAAABM/YmQ7LU5fgxY/s320/larsmonsen.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160385501975741618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[EDIT]:  Ørjan bought it for me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5533361020024614805-5420930335596548020?l=corrosiveheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://corrosiveheart.blogspot.com/feeds/5420930335596548020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5533361020024614805&amp;postID=5420930335596548020&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5533361020024614805/posts/default/5420930335596548020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5533361020024614805/posts/default/5420930335596548020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://corrosiveheart.blogspot.com/2008/01/ut-p-tur-aldri-sur.html' title='Ut på tur, aldri sur!'/><author><name>Candace D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04447485390166437686</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_T4eQrt8q7NQ/R-P8gMjbUiI/AAAAAAAAABU/FvQYCaOLRVY/S220/outtake02.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T4eQrt8q7NQ/R51fRe1XBLI/AAAAAAAAABM/YmQ7LU5fgxY/s72-c/larsmonsen.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5533361020024614805.post-4540911437701122696</id><published>2008-01-26T19:48:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-05-21T14:30:13.215+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='TO-DO'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='to-do lists'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='schedule'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lists'/><title type='text'>Could you schedule me a break?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;A few things I've been up to... And I still keep pushing myself because I'm desperate and too anxious at this point!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;s&gt;Magnus' and next baby's laundry&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;s&gt;Organize drawers for baby clothing&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;s&gt;Assemble new twin wagon&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;s&gt;Pack hospital bag&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;s&gt;Pack Magnus's bag (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;He'll be staying with his farmor while I'm in the hospital&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;s&gt;Clean out the fridge (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;OMG we had mystery prawns leftover from December!  Ugh!&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;s&gt;Detailed clean of living room&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;s&gt;Flip and vacuum the sofa cushions&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;s&gt;Organize magazines from subscriptions&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;s&gt;Put up new shelving for livingroom&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;s&gt;Clean bedroom&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;s&gt;Rearrange furniture in baby's room&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;s&gt;Clean out inbox&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;s&gt;Start decorating for Chinese New Year&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Send in forms for Magnus&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;s&gt;Send application to renew my residence in Norway&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;JANUARY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;s&gt;04.01.08 - Appointment with midwife 12:30&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;s&gt;14.01.08 - Ultrasound at hospital 11:00&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;s&gt;17.01.08 - Babyground &amp;amp; Magnus' appointment 13:00&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;s&gt;22.01.08 - Pregnancy appointment with doctor 09:40 (labwork)&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;s&gt;23.01.08 - Pregnancy appointment with doctor 14:10&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;s&gt;31.01.08 - Pregnancy appointment with doctor 10:50&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;FEBRUARY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;s&gt;04.02.08 - Ultrasound at hospital 11:00&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;s&gt;07.02.08 - Magnus' first birthday!!!&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;s&gt;07.02.08 - Chinese New Year&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;s&gt;12.02.08 - Pregnancy appointment with doctor 10:50 (If I haven't already given birth!)&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;s&gt;13.02.08 - Sophie was born today!!!&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;s&gt;19.02.08 - Checkup at hospital with midwife 10:30&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;s&gt;22.02.08 - Dental appointment 12:30&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;s&gt;25.02.08 - Helsesøster appointment (housecall) for Sophie&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;29.02.08 - Healthstation appointment for Magnus 11:00&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5533361020024614805-4540911437701122696?l=corrosiveheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://corrosiveheart.blogspot.com/feeds/4540911437701122696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5533361020024614805&amp;postID=4540911437701122696&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5533361020024614805/posts/default/4540911437701122696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5533361020024614805/posts/default/4540911437701122696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://corrosiveheart.blogspot.com/2008/01/could-you-schedule-me-break.html' title='Could you schedule me a break?'/><author><name>Candace D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04447485390166437686</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_T4eQrt8q7NQ/R-P8gMjbUiI/AAAAAAAAABU/FvQYCaOLRVY/S220/outtake02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5533361020024614805.post-6679976184041453373</id><published>2008-01-23T07:48:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-01-23T22:22:57.498+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pregnancy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>Aggrevated</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I'm started to become very aggrevated.  Very, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;very&lt;/span&gt;, aggrevated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday morning they scheduled me for an early 9:40 appointment with my doctor (fucking idiot that is NEVER there) and wouldn't you know it?  I get there and the reception lady tells me that Grela wouldn't be in until 11am.  Why couldn't they have called me to tell me this?!  My options were to get my lab work done and wait until after 11, or do my lab work and come back the next day or later.  I opted to come back today because it made no sense for me to wait around for a couple of hours... especially since Ørjan had to take time off work to come home and watch Magnus.  It really bothers me the way we always get jerked around here when it comes to our health station.  I have to go back up there today and it's not just an inconvenience, it's a painful inconvenience.  I can barely walk without pain and I haven't slept much due to my size, the size and strength of my contractions, and Magnus' moods.  Anyhow...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last year I had an appointment with Grela and guess what, they scheduled me at 9am on January 2nd!  I had to drag my pregnant ass out of bed early, wait around for 45 minutes while everyone adjusted to the first day back, he checked me over for no more than 5 minutes because he was running late, and then wished me luck with the rest of my pregnancy.  WTF?  I wasn't due until February 20th yet he treated me as if it were my last checkup... which it ultimately was!  Every time I have this guy he checks me over, doesn't really pay any attention to what I'm saying, and then quickly writes something up and initials it.  What bothers me more is that this guy is supposed to be my permanent doctor yet for 80% of my visits I always receive the other Swedish guy (who is sooooo much nicer - he likes to talk about hockey) that has to take over for his absences.  Rydsaa only has a few dozen openings left and I have tried to switch over to him, but for some reason the application hasn't gone through.  I realize that he's a specialist and that it will cost slightly more once I'm not pregnant, but it's worth it to have someone that is actually there, and hey, he's also our nextdoor neighbour so he does know us and I trust that he wouldn't screw us over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm also upset because Ørjan decided to come home and help me today because he's afraid I'll go into labour soon and he sees how hard I have it now.  He and I have always discussed the pressure and guilt he feels when he has to take off work, but now I just find it absurd that some people have such attitudes.  He went into work this morning, explained to the office lady what our situation was, and she had the nerve to tell him, "Well I know how hard it is to be a mother, and now I'm a grandmother and take care of my grandchildren a couple of hours... it's not like I couldn't handle it."  Well that's just fantastic.  Guess what grandma, we have NO ONE that can help us.  The only person I have is Ørjan.  We have no family that lives close enough to help us when we need it, and if we ever needed a sitter, we'd have to arrange it well in advance.  The first and only time I've had his family babysit for us were the two nights we celebrated around the time of his work's Christmas party.  So here I am, days and possibly weeks (let's hope not!) away from giving birth and I'm still the only caregiver for my very active 1 year old son.  It is not easy.  I do all the cooking, cleaning, washing, and 95% of the care for Magnus.  I barely sleep, my body constantly aches, and there is no one to help me.  I've been pregnant for over 18 months (that's right!) with only a 3 month break in between - my body is exhausted.  When I hear people say that it's not so bad because they've done it before, that they know from experience because they have children, I just want to slap them.  I've been pregnant for almost two years, am raising a child with very little help, and I'm doing it in a country and a community that doesn't offer anything but excuses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ugh... I'm just so upset this morning.  The only reason why I have time to write this out is because I'm sitting here waiting for some other laundry to finish and Ørjan took Magnus back upstairs for a nap.  I don't even know if anything I've typed is coherent and right now I couldn't care less.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EDIT:  The appointment that was scheduled for 2:10 happened, but he took me at 2:47 (the office closes at 3), and I was out of there by 3:04.  Ugh.  Ørjan could have just come slightly earlier to look after Magnus instead of coming home early this morning.  I hate that we both wasted our day because of this extra appointment that they had to schedule.  At least now I have some peace of mind that things are still going as they should.  I also have a couple more appointments scheduled for the upcoming weeks... which he has scheduled with the other Swedish doctor of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5533361020024614805-6679976184041453373?l=corrosiveheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://corrosiveheart.blogspot.com/feeds/6679976184041453373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5533361020024614805&amp;postID=6679976184041453373&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5533361020024614805/posts/default/6679976184041453373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5533361020024614805/posts/default/6679976184041453373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://corrosiveheart.blogspot.com/2008/01/aggrevated.html' title='Aggrevated'/><author><name>Candace D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04447485390166437686</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_T4eQrt8q7NQ/R-P8gMjbUiI/AAAAAAAAABU/FvQYCaOLRVY/S220/outtake02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5533361020024614805.post-6905017052769119913</id><published>2008-01-20T07:30:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-01-20T15:25:21.839+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pregnancy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Magnus'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Chinese New Year'/><title type='text'>A few updates.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I'm not quite sure if it's that &lt;a href="http://www.parentingweekly.com/pregnancy/pregnancy_information/nesting_instinct.htm"&gt;nesting instinct&lt;/a&gt; that's kicking in, or whether I'm just being responsible and prepared (for once!) for the next baby, but I've been trying to clean, organize, and order/buy new items for the home and for the baby.  I've been buying new bedding, ironing curtains that I've been considering using, and have probably done over 12 loads of laundry this week.  I've also been keen on trying to keep myself occupied despite the fact that I just want to sleep at least 20 hours of the day.  (I love Ørjan so much for taking more time to look after Magnus while I try to get in some extra rest.)  It's been somewhat of a struggle lately since I'm alot bigger than I was with Magnus.  Not only is this baby already bigger, but the size of my stomach is larger.  Trying to sleep is a nightmare because I don't have a body pillow and I tend to move around and wake up on my back, and it's not easy when you roll over and find a baby next to you.  While Magnus has been very good at sleeping in his own crib, some nights are just too hard and we have to take him into our bed between 3 and 6.  I also have this tendency to wake up around 4am (to pee of course) and stay up for an hour or two.  After an hour of being up I tend to feel hunger pangs, eat something, and then stupidly try to sleep again.  Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Chinese_New_Year"&gt;Lunar New Year&lt;/a&gt; is almost here... well, not quite, but I'm just so excited because not only is it the year of the Rat (I'm a rat) and the beginning of the cycle, but this year it lands on Magnus' 1st birthday.  I'm not quite sure what I can manage to do for his birthday because we're all afraid I might actually be in labour or have given birth at this point, but at the least we can all celebrate together the new year.  For Magnus' birthday I plan to decorate the house with all the &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/corrosiveheart/tags/chinesenewyear/"&gt;decorations&lt;/a&gt; we purchased during a shopping spree in Chinatown this summer, and I've already started to prepare and freeze dim sum for the little feast we'll have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Must get back to cleaning now.  Thank god Ørjan is upstairs napping with Magnus... I'm afraid I'd never get anything done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5533361020024614805-6905017052769119913?l=corrosiveheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://corrosiveheart.blogspot.com/feeds/6905017052769119913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5533361020024614805&amp;postID=6905017052769119913&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5533361020024614805/posts/default/6905017052769119913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5533361020024614805/posts/default/6905017052769119913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://corrosiveheart.blogspot.com/2008/01/back-in-20-minutes.html' title='A few updates.'/><author><name>Candace D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04447485390166437686</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_T4eQrt8q7NQ/R-P8gMjbUiI/AAAAAAAAABU/FvQYCaOLRVY/S220/outtake02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5533361020024614805.post-3682939618692750495</id><published>2008-01-10T23:49:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-01-12T19:58:03.477+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>To try before you die</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I don't think I've done too badly considering that some items require that you visit certain locations in the UK, Australia, or Asian to obtain them - The BBC's 50 Things to Eat Before You Die 2007 list: ( bolded items have been eaten or tasted)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ol style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;li style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Fresh fish&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Lobster (With all the Red Lobster visits we had as children, you'd think I would have tried it once!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Steak&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Thai food&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Chinese food&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ice cream&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pizza&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Crab&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Curry&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Prawns&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Moreton Bay Bugs&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Clam chowder&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Barbecues&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pancakes&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pasta&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mussels&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Cheesecake&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lamb&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Cream tea (For the love of God, I cannot add cream or milk to coffee or tea)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Alligator&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Oysters&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Kangaroo&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Chocolate&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sandwiches&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Greek food&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Burgers&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mexican food&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Squid&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;American diner breakfast&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Salmon&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Venison&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Guinea pig (If I ever found myself in South America I would try it, I swear.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Shark&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sushi&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Paella&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Barramundi&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Reindeer&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kebab&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Scallops&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Australian meat pie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mango&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Durian fruit (Would the stench follow me for the rest of the week?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Octopus&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ribs&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Roast beef&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tapas&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jerk chicken/pork&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Haggis (I'm willing to try it once)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Caviar&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Cornish pasty&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5533361020024614805-3682939618692750495?l=corrosiveheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://corrosiveheart.blogspot.com/feeds/3682939618692750495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5533361020024614805&amp;postID=3682939618692750495&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5533361020024614805/posts/default/3682939618692750495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5533361020024614805/posts/default/3682939618692750495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://corrosiveheart.blogspot.com/2008/01/to-try-before-you-die.html' title='To try before you die'/><author><name>Candace D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04447485390166437686</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_T4eQrt8q7NQ/R-P8gMjbUiI/AAAAAAAAABU/FvQYCaOLRVY/S220/outtake02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5533361020024614805.post-733225943647055921</id><published>2008-01-08T22:32:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-01-08T22:50:48.482+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pregnancy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='health'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>How to feed happiness</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Some quick news because it's actually good news and not a complaint:  Magnus is walking!  He's been walking around the house for over a month if he can hold on to something, and he could walk when we'd hold his hand, but now he's walking on his own!  He can only walk 1-2 metres before he wants to sit and crawl, but still, we're so proud.  You should see Ørjan's face - &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;such pride&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning and afternoon were definite struggles, but at least I felt somewhat relieved during the evening.  Ørjan took Magnus for a couple of hours which meant I had &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;independent time&lt;/span&gt; to do whatever I wished.  I probably should've napped but instead I made sushi.  We haven't had it for so long and it was an instant pick-me-up.  It was great because it meant I didn't really have to do much cooking and there wasn't much to clean up afterwards.  The only drawback is that Magnus was incredibly interested in grabbing what we were eating.  Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/corrosiveheart/2178982654/" title="sushi04 by corrosiveheart, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2005/2178982654_8821c56386_m.jpg" alt="sushi04" height="180" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and since I didn't mention it in my earlier posts, I'm starting to get slightly paranoid that this baby might come earlier than anticipated.  Maybe I'm just feeling more and seeing more signs since I've gone through all this before (just 9 months ago!) but I have this strange feeling that the baby will be here soon.  It would be funny if I went into labour before my next ultrasound on Monday.  I most likely won't, but you never know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5533361020024614805-733225943647055921?l=corrosiveheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://corrosiveheart.blogspot.com/feeds/733225943647055921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5533361020024614805&amp;postID=733225943647055921&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5533361020024614805/posts/default/733225943647055921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5533361020024614805/posts/default/733225943647055921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://corrosiveheart.blogspot.com/2008/01/how-to-feed-happiness.html' title='How to feed happiness'/><author><name>Candace D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04447485390166437686</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_T4eQrt8q7NQ/R-P8gMjbUiI/AAAAAAAAABU/FvQYCaOLRVY/S220/outtake02.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2005/2178982654_8821c56386_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5533361020024614805.post-9063164708600592322</id><published>2008-01-08T12:57:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-01-08T13:00:06.827+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pregnancy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='health'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I am so exhausted.  I have no idea how I'm going to handle both Magnus and the next baby at the same time.  I feel so guilty that my time is going to be spread so thinly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On top of everything else, my meds for my left breast make me even more sleepy - but I HAVE to take them.  What frustrates me so much is that this is the same breast that had an infection (mastitis) only weeks after giving birth.  Immediately I noticed the milk production from the left side decreased and Magnus wouldn't take it so often.  I hope whatever I have/had doesn't completely destroy my milk production in the upcoming weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5533361020024614805-9063164708600592322?l=corrosiveheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://corrosiveheart.blogspot.com/feeds/9063164708600592322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5533361020024614805&amp;postID=9063164708600592322&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5533361020024614805/posts/default/9063164708600592322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5533361020024614805/posts/default/9063164708600592322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://corrosiveheart.blogspot.com/2008/01/i-am-so-exhausted.html' title=''/><author><name>Candace D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04447485390166437686</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_T4eQrt8q7NQ/R-P8gMjbUiI/AAAAAAAAABU/FvQYCaOLRVY/S220/outtake02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5533361020024614805.post-8990461684849808305</id><published>2008-01-08T04:53:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-01-08T05:02:17.261+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pregnancy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='health'/><title type='text'>Hicks, heartburn, and a heavy stomach</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I've reached 34 weeks.  Someone needs to get this baby out of me soooooon!  This pregnancy has definitely been more trying and more exhausting than when I carried Magnus.  I don't have too much to say because I'm sure it would only be complaining at this point.  I've been up since 4 but that's quite normal - The usual need to pee and strange hunger pangs don't afford me too many options.  Tonight I woke up with excrutiating heartburn (when I sat up I actually vomitted and felt the acid in my mouth) and Ørjan thought it was labour.  HA!  If only!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Must try to sleep.  So tired but unable to sleep.  And why do I feel so hungry?  Damn.  Only a few more weeks and this will all be over.  I'll have an empty stomach, I'll be back to breastfeeding, and I won't feel like a house on legs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5533361020024614805-8990461684849808305?l=corrosiveheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://corrosiveheart.blogspot.com/feeds/8990461684849808305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5533361020024614805&amp;postID=8990461684849808305&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5533361020024614805/posts/default/8990461684849808305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5533361020024614805/posts/default/8990461684849808305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://corrosiveheart.blogspot.com/2008/01/hicks-heartburn-and-heavy-stomach.html' title='Hicks, heartburn, and a heavy stomach'/><author><name>Candace D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04447485390166437686</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_T4eQrt8q7NQ/R-P8gMjbUiI/AAAAAAAAABU/FvQYCaOLRVY/S220/outtake02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5533361020024614805.post-4524272827482821958</id><published>2008-01-04T10:02:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-01-06T21:26:25.395+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pregnancy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='health'/><title type='text'>Room to complain</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Why does this have to happen every time I have an appointment somewhere?  This afternoon I'll be seeing my midwife (luckily) but I know the remainder of the day will be a waste.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night was not a dream at all.  For the past couple of days I've noticed a couple very large lumps on my left breast.  They appear to be blocked milk ducts and I'm not quite sure how to treat them since I'm no longer producing milk.  (Although I'll be back in production in only a few short weeks.)  I've tried hot compresses, massaging the painful lumps, and have even tried extracting milk or fluids the old fashioned way but nothing seems to work.  It's incredibly painful moving around especially when I need to bend or reach for something... and sleeping?  Oh god.  I have to sleep on my back trying to push my left boob to hang on its side so that some pressure will be relieved.  Sleeping on my back at this point is incredibly uncomfortable as well, even if I do prop my head up with several pillows to avoid acid from spewing back up my esophagus.  When I'm on my back the baby likes to creep up and position itself under my ribs making it more difficult to breathe and more difficult to stand up during the night when I have to make those trips to pee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow... last night.  Magnus woke us up at 1:00 with such a loud scream.  Rarely does this kid scream (unless he's fallen and hurt himself or had a bad dream) but he chose to last night.  Neither of us could do anything to stop him.  We tried feeding, giving fluids, singing, rocking, walking him, playing music... and nothing worked.   I was beginning to fear the worst that perhaps he had some kind of stomach bug or that he had somehow injested poison without us knowing (I know, crazy, right?) but as soon as he caught view of our cat the laughing and smiling kicked in.  I can't even remember what time we managed to fall asleep but it wasn't easy.  Magnus kept kicking and moving in his sleep.  Poor Ørjan has to wake up for 6 to go to work... he slept in an extra hour and decided to be late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I should also mention that this next part will be a complaint about the weather.  WHAT THE FUCK!  On the days when I have an appointment (AND NO CAR!) and have to walk to get there, why does this horrible weather have to start?  Either it's a snow storm, it's raining like hell, or it's hurricane-like winds could literally pick me up and toss me - bad weather always comes on the days I need to be out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel miserable this morning.  Thank god my appointment is booked for 12:30 and Ørjan can watch Magnus while I go to my appointment.  I need a break.  And some breakfast.  I probably won't manage either of these things until after I come home.  Ugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[EDIT] Appointment with the midwife went well enough despite the fact that this is the second time I've had traces of blood in my urine test.  Bjørg also sent me up to see the doctor to check out my lumps and now I'll be on medication because they are so deep and inflamed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;// The major lump is gone but it was not pretty.  I decided to poke a tiny hole into one (since a tiny white head appeared) and oh jeezs, a very digsuting pus-filled niagara falls came pouring out.  I spent an hour last night just trying to get most out and it's still not fully drained!  At least my meds seem to be helping.  I am so relieved because last night it wasn't painful to sleep at all.  (I didn't have to worry about my left boob being squished!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5533361020024614805-4524272827482821958?l=corrosiveheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://corrosiveheart.blogspot.com/feeds/4524272827482821958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5533361020024614805&amp;postID=4524272827482821958&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5533361020024614805/posts/default/4524272827482821958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5533361020024614805/posts/default/4524272827482821958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://corrosiveheart.blogspot.com/2008/01/room-to-complain.html' title='Room to complain'/><author><name>Candace D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04447485390166437686</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_T4eQrt8q7NQ/R-P8gMjbUiI/AAAAAAAAABU/FvQYCaOLRVY/S220/outtake02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5533361020024614805.post-4498761191886175844</id><published>2007-12-25T12:59:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-01-02T22:37:48.396+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Holiday updates</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It's been a while since I've posted but I'm sure you have noticed. The holiday season is always my busiest time and I don't really have any excuses... because really, my time is precious and everything can be justified.  We spent Christmas at home (finally!) and didn't have to make a trip out to visit any family well until a day before New Year's Eve.  We had planned to go to Prague for Christmas holidays but over the past couple of weeks I've begun to feel the weight and aches of this pregnancy and I knew that I wouldn't be too much fun.  Thank goodness we changed our tickets for a summer travel which I am definitely looking forward to.  Anyhow, Christmas!  We received quite a bit of money from the family to put towards the purchase of a new shower cabinet.  There were quite a few gifts that I appreciated receiving:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;Nivea mascara giftset (&lt;a href="http://products2.nivea.com/products.php?page_id=2443&amp;amp;lan=com"&gt;mascara&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://www.nivea.no/products/show/8779"&gt;eyemakeup remover&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Nivea body giftset (&lt;a href="http://www.nivea.no/products/show/8758"&gt;body lotion&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.nivea.no/products/show/8731"&gt;shower cream&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.nivea.no/products/show/8843"&gt;deodorant&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.dillards.com/webapp/wcs/stores/servlet/ProductDisplay?catalogId=301&amp;amp;storeId=301&amp;amp;langId=-1&amp;amp;productId=501392134"&gt;DKNY Red Deicious giftset&lt;/a&gt; (EDP, body lotion, with travel/mini EDP)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.madeindesign.co.uk/prod-Joy-carafe-Fun-Boda-Nova-ref917134.html"&gt;Boda Nova Joy Carafe&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mittgavetips.no/display.aspx?menuid=390543&amp;amp;prodid=3255"&gt;Kitchen Essentials Wok&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mittgavetips.no/display.aspx?menuid=390543&amp;amp;prodid=2757"&gt;Kitchen Essentials Kasserollle&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.nausicaa.net/miyazaki/howl/"&gt;Hauru no Ugoku Shiro&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;We spent the night at home stuffing ourselves with turkey and other goodies, opened our gifts, called family, and let Magnus go crazy with his gifts, boxes, and various wrapping paper.  (&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/corrosiveheart/sets/72157603359358219/"&gt;Photos here&lt;/a&gt;)  Sadly I still haven't been able to celebrate a Christmas in Canada since 2002, but we are seriously considering taking a very short (less than 2 weeks) trip over there for Christmas 2008.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New Year's Eve was slightly stressful but it went well enough.  Poor Magnus - we finally got him to sleep before 11 and then just before the clock rolled over the war zone explosion-like sounds from fireworks woke him up with a vicious cry.  Since we don't exacly live in an area that hosts a fireworks show it's very common that you would go and buy your own and set them off in &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/corrosiveheart/sets/72157603592945498/"&gt;the front of your home&lt;/a&gt;... which is what we did and have done every year.  It was a fairly quiet evening at home with Magnus feasting on what I thought would be sufficient for 2 people but obviously &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/corrosiveheart/sets/72157603597831211/"&gt;I made enough for 4-6&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With 2008 officially here we can't deny it any longer - we only have a few more weeks until our next little one is here.  When I avoid the facts it's a joyous event, but when I think about it realistically I've been pregnant for almost 2 years!  I'm a damn elephant!  It'll be like having twins (as everyone reminds me) but I have a feeling that it will definitely be more work than having twins.  Enough of that though...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy 2008.  My only resolution for this year is to try to take care of myself more.  I think I deserve it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5533361020024614805-4498761191886175844?l=corrosiveheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://corrosiveheart.blogspot.com/feeds/4498761191886175844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5533361020024614805&amp;postID=4498761191886175844&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5533361020024614805/posts/default/4498761191886175844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5533361020024614805/posts/default/4498761191886175844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://corrosiveheart.blogspot.com/2007/12/holiday-updates.html' title='Holiday updates'/><author><name>Candace D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04447485390166437686</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_T4eQrt8q7NQ/R-P8gMjbUiI/AAAAAAAAABU/FvQYCaOLRVY/S220/outtake02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5533361020024614805.post-7258712192857752907</id><published>2007-12-21T22:28:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-12-22T07:17:55.368+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='health'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='updates'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Ugh, I've been sick.  Thanks alot, Ørjan.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5533361020024614805-7258712192857752907?l=corrosiveheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://corrosiveheart.blogspot.com/feeds/7258712192857752907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5533361020024614805&amp;postID=7258712192857752907&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5533361020024614805/posts/default/7258712192857752907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5533361020024614805/posts/default/7258712192857752907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://corrosiveheart.blogspot.com/2007/12/ugh-ive-been-sick.html' title=''/><author><name>Candace D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04447485390166437686</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_T4eQrt8q7NQ/R-P8gMjbUiI/AAAAAAAAABU/FvQYCaOLRVY/S220/outtake02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5533361020024614805.post-8700030005917734032</id><published>2007-12-11T07:41:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-12-22T07:18:25.627+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Norway'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weather'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='home'/><title type='text'>Living in the tropics</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It's the same thing year after year - I'm still asked if I find it cold here during the winter.  They should really be asking me how I feel about summer since it's then that I feel it's cold.  This will be my 5th Christmas in Norway (which I suppose totals 5 winters) so the idea of being surprised by the climate isn't so much of a surprise.  I also have to consider who is asking me and what their understanding of geography since in my opinion, the world outside of Norway is almost non-existent for many Norwegians.  (I'm still slightly sensitive to the idea that some still suspect I'm a bride Ørjan picked up during a trip to the Philippines...)  I'm from &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;CANADA&lt;/span&gt; - our winters are cold!  The only differences are that we actually have sunlight in the region I lived in and never had to face this depressing darkness for a month and a half.  When it's &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Celsius"&gt;-5°C&lt;/a&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;I consider it a normal winter day.  At home in Canada some days could reach up to -30°C with the &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Windchill"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;windchill&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.  (The windchill is almost non-existent here due to the mountains surrounding our area.)  It's also possible that we can receive more snow despite that it may come late in January.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's funny when I hear people complaining about the weather because I don't really feel there's much to complain about unless of course it snows then rains, snows, and then rains some more.  I hate the slush it causes and then the dangerous black ice afterwards.  Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's only -2°C this morning so hopefully this afternoon will be decent enough to go out for a walk with Magnus.  And if you're curious as to know what I see when I look out my window while typing this, here you go:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/corrosiveheart/2105360916/" title="9am by corrosiveheart, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2296/2105360916_e410e58752_m.jpg" alt="9am" height="180" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5533361020024614805-8700030005917734032?l=corrosiveheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://corrosiveheart.blogspot.com/feeds/8700030005917734032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5533361020024614805&amp;postID=8700030005917734032&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5533361020024614805/posts/default/8700030005917734032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5533361020024614805/posts/default/8700030005917734032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://corrosiveheart.blogspot.com/2007/12/living-in-tropics.html' title='Living in the tropics'/><author><name>Candace D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04447485390166437686</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_T4eQrt8q7NQ/R-P8gMjbUiI/AAAAAAAAABU/FvQYCaOLRVY/S220/outtake02.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2296/2105360916_e410e58752_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5533361020024614805.post-1650308479558033192</id><published>2007-12-09T13:17:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-12-22T07:18:57.367+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ørjan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>An experiment in socializing</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Our little Christmas party/cocktail party went off quite well.  Food, drink, and good company.  It gave us a chance to be adults and have a social life if only for one evening.  Ørjan dropped off Magnus at his mum's for the night which meant we also had a night alone.  We haven't had one of those since our wedding anniversary this year when my mum took him for the night and we checked ourselves into the same room we shared on our wedding night.  Without revealing too many details about our late-night activities I will however say that it was fantastic.  I have a very loving husband that respects and appreciates my body... even at this stage of my pregnancy.   Anyhow...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night was better than we both had anticipated.  Ørjan's mum (as well as Sverre and the great grandparents) returned Magnus home and watched him for the night while we went out.  Ørjan was hesitant to make a committment to attend his &lt;a href="http://flickr.com/photos/corrosiveheart/sets/72157603406658110/" target="_blank"&gt;workplace Christmas party&lt;/a&gt; for over two weeks for various reasons, but I reminded him that despite all the paranoia and worries that he carries about work it was still a party and his boss, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;little bosses&lt;/span&gt;, and co-workers were only there to have a good time.  We also made the decision to seat ourselves at a more social table this year which maybe was a pleasant mistake.  Ørjan isn't a drinker (not even very much of a social drinker when pressured) but he appeared to have no problem pushing his limits as he challenged &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Oleg&lt;/span&gt;.   I can't lean on the common misconceptions and stereotypes that Russians or Ukrainians are big drinkers, but having a Ukrainian father has given me many fine and not so pleasant drinking memories and experiences.  I could see that Ørjan was intent on having a good time, but I smelled trouble when I could see &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;him&lt;/span&gt; encouraging Oleg to take several more drinks and shots with him.  Long story short - someone woke up with a bad headache but at least he didn't have to sleep with a bucket next to the bed!  I wasn't disappointed that he decided to have a few more drinks than he could handle, but I was however worried that his condition  would be slightly more altered when we returned home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think we enjoyed ourselves much more than last year for several reasons: A better band (it's slightly personal when it comes to last year's entertainment), a better table, and we didn't bring our worries and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;guilt&lt;/span&gt; with us this year.  I've been pushing Ørjan to try to be somewhat more social (since we rarely get out due to Magnus) and I think he succeeded at it.  Last year we sat at the end of the hall (which was very conveniently directly across from the food) but it was very cold and drafty.  This year we sat directly across from the bar which gave us a more &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;social view&lt;/span&gt; of the julebordet but unfortunately meant we were the last ones to choose our food.  Speaking of the food - it was ok.  Typical Christmas food (a cold table, warm table: pinnekjøtt, julepølser, ribbe, medisterkaker, and dessert which he had no room for!) eaten the same way as last year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now Ørjan's still sleeping off his big night and Magnus is napping.  It's been a great weekend.  Friday and Saturday were our very needed nights off, and today appears to be a lazy Sunday.  Perfect.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5533361020024614805-1650308479558033192?l=corrosiveheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://corrosiveheart.blogspot.com/feeds/1650308479558033192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5533361020024614805&amp;postID=1650308479558033192&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5533361020024614805/posts/default/1650308479558033192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5533361020024614805/posts/default/1650308479558033192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://corrosiveheart.blogspot.com/2007/12/experiment-in-socializing.html' title='An experiment in socializing'/><author><name>Candace D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04447485390166437686</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_T4eQrt8q7NQ/R-P8gMjbUiI/AAAAAAAAABU/FvQYCaOLRVY/S220/outtake02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5533361020024614805.post-7814466604934451229</id><published>2007-12-06T11:29:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-12-22T07:19:24.394+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pregnancy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Magnus'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='health'/><title type='text'>Still holding on to something strong</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I will be 30 weeks pregnant next Monday.  It's strange to think that I can be so far along but if I'm realistic it makes perfect sense.  We have a due date for February 20th, 2008 (which happens to be the date they gave us for Magnus just a year ago!) which, well, sort of means we got busy the same date as in 2006.  Some people ask us if we planned this (This was not a planned pregnancy!) but now I see that it's not the end of the world.  Infact, it's great for Magnus because I see that he really needs a playmate.  He's always been an active baby and now that he's walking and crawling around the house (still only 9 months!) he's constantly disrupting us from what we were trying to do.   Whether it be making dinner, cleaning the house, trying to organize, or even sit down and eat dinner, Magnus is all over the place looking for attention or playtime.  Unfortunately for him despite having a cat that appears affectionate towards Magnus, our cat is more interested in sleeping than playing with an overly-active infant.  Since I'm home during the day you can guess what my mornings and afternoons are filled with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, at almost 30 weeks I can't make too many complaints.  This pregnancy has been considerably easier than when I carried Magnus.  I have a few different aches and pains, I seem to be gaining a bit more weight (EVERYWHERE), but I'm less scared and anxious since I did this same thing only last year.  A worry that I do have this time around is my pregnancy anemia.  Since this second pregnancy was so close to the first my reserve for everything needed was next to null.  Honestly some days I feel so tired from the vitamin-supplement cocktails that I have to take.  I have to take more vitamins, eat more food, and try to get more rest... Not quite sure that one actually happens though.  I haven't had a day-time nap in a very long time due to Magnus' energy reserve.  All my tests always come back in normal ranges so I'm not too worried about this next child being like Magnus (SGA - small for gestational age: he was only 2kg) but since I now have a history of it, and with this pregnancy being close to my first, it could be very likely.  You'd think that it would be reasurring to have so many appointments and ultrasounds, but sometimes the constant monitoring just worries me more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, time to go.  Lucky for me Magnus has been sleeping so well this morning!  Unlucky for me is the fact that I have to go spend the next 8 hours doing for prep for our party tomorrow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5533361020024614805-7814466604934451229?l=corrosiveheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://corrosiveheart.blogspot.com/feeds/7814466604934451229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5533361020024614805&amp;postID=7814466604934451229&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5533361020024614805/posts/default/7814466604934451229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5533361020024614805/posts/default/7814466604934451229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://corrosiveheart.blogspot.com/2007/12/still-holding-on-to-something-strong.html' title='Still holding on to something strong'/><author><name>Candace D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04447485390166437686</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_T4eQrt8q7NQ/R-P8gMjbUiI/AAAAAAAAABU/FvQYCaOLRVY/S220/outtake02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5533361020024614805.post-2959155845793610400</id><published>2007-12-04T14:20:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-05-21T14:32:15.307+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='TO-DO'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='schedule'/><title type='text'>Oh, time.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I have this anxious feeling that December is going to be over before I even manage to have all my Christmas cards sent out.  With so many appointments and holiday-related events I become exhausted by just browsing my calendar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;s&gt;07.12.07 - We're hosting a cocktail/Christmas party&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;s&gt;08.12.07 - Ørjan's julebord (work party)&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;s&gt;13.12.07 - Pregnancy group (10.00 - 12.00)&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;s&gt;14.12.07 - Final family meeting at the health stastion (12.15)&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;s&gt;17.12.07 - Ultrasound at Mo hospital (14.30)&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;s&gt;18.12.07 - Appointment with midwife (10.00)&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cooking, cleaning, shopping, and a missed vacation to Prague can easily summarzie this year's Christmas.  Yes, we'll be missing out on the vacation planned for December but it was easily moved until the summer for a very small fee.  I thought I would be ok to travel but now I realize that I'm slightly too big and having a few more complications that I had anticipated.  I probably wouldn't bee too fun and the chances of actually enjoying the vacation (without ruining it for husband) would be very slim to none.  Anyow...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday we had to go into Mo for several reasons that couldn't be avoided at all.  Kitty (our cat) had to be taken to the vet again due to another swollen paw.  Apparently the dosage and suggested duration of penicillin they gave us last time wasn't enough and his infection returned.  We tried our best to drain and clean this paw but obviously he needed another checkup, a shot, and more medicine which all meant yet another vet bill - fantastic.  We also had to buy a new kennel cab but it was worth the extra money.   Saturday was a run to every food shop in town searching for ingredients needed for some of the food I'll start to prepare for our party.  Can you believe that we paid $12.00 for 2 litres of cranberry juice?  Welcome to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;my&lt;/span&gt; Norway.  In any case almost everything on my list was purchased and I still have time to find some substitutions.  Today is Tuesday and I feel like the week is almost over.  I still have af ew more rooms to clean over in detail, prep and freeze some food, and do several loads of laundry.  Maybe when January comes I'll find some time to catch my breath... Only January means that the countdown is on until I go into labour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In no time at all baby #2 will be here.  It's quite possible that we'll welcome our second child before Magnus turns 1.  Two babies in 1 year?  If you thought my December was busy, well... consider how busy my year has been!  Still, I wouldn't trade it for anything.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5533361020024614805-2959155845793610400?l=corrosiveheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://corrosiveheart.blogspot.com/feeds/2959155845793610400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5533361020024614805&amp;postID=2959155845793610400&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5533361020024614805/posts/default/2959155845793610400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5533361020024614805/posts/default/2959155845793610400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://corrosiveheart.blogspot.com/2007/12/i-have-this-anxious-feeling-that.html' title='Oh, time.'/><author><name>Candace D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04447485390166437686</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_T4eQrt8q7NQ/R-P8gMjbUiI/AAAAAAAAABU/FvQYCaOLRVY/S220/outtake02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5533361020024614805.post-8891806977049021549</id><published>2007-11-25T21:59:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-12-22T07:20:30.378+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ørjan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='baking'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Magnus'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>Satisifed and accomplished</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I feel slightly accomplished.  Not because I necessarily think that I've managed to achieve or complete a handful of tasks, but because I've actually completed what I had set out to do and finished it while being satisfied.  Some weekends I think, "Ok I'm really going to clean this kitchen" but then only spend an hour doing the dishes and reorganizing the fridge, but this weekend was different.  I felt better, slightly more rested, and I didn't bother to make my usual TO-DO list.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We haven't really had a weekend to just relax and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;actually &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;feel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; relaxed.  Satruday started off rough (partially due to the suspicion that Magnus has more teeth coming in) because Magnus wouldn't go down for his usual naps, Ørjan was off playing Hemnesberget's 24-hour tech support (helping someone configure their new net connection), and I couldn't help but feel extra heavy due to my growing stomach.  Thankfully Magnus slept through the night without any fussing, Ørjan and I managed to squeeze in some very good sex, and we all slept in until 9:15 - it was wonderful.  During lunch I actually said, "I can't remember the last time I actually felt this good and I'm smiling!" because I couldn't get past the fact that I woke up on a Sunday feeling rested and ready.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also spent some quality time calling my mum for a couple hours (which I haven't done in a while since I don't accept calling her at work as &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;quality time&lt;/span&gt;) and it felt good.  I mostly let her do the talking but I suppose it was good for both of us.  Mum sounds quite excited about joining us in Prague this summer for our little vacation.  Of course she's excited to come out and see Magnus (and the new baby!) but I think the idea of travelling has fired a spark within her.  I also sat down and went through my lists for christmas cards and packages in fear of being overwhelmed if I put it off any longer.  And while on the subject of Christmas I should probably also mention that Christmas Cookie Madness has officially begun.  I started my first batches of Christmas cookies and goodies this afternoon - &lt;a href="http://flickr.com/photos/corrosiveheart/sets/72157603292407065/" target="_blank"&gt;check it out here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The laundry never got washed, the bathroom and shower stall still need to be scrubbed, and I never managed to clean out the fridge, but I'm completely happy with not having done it.  If I had attempted to fill my weekend with cleaning I'm sure I would have done it half-assed and complained about it later.  At least this weekend I managed to accomplish my few tasks with satisfaction, spent some quality time with my mum, and had a good time with my husband and son.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5533361020024614805-8891806977049021549?l=corrosiveheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://corrosiveheart.blogspot.com/feeds/8891806977049021549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5533361020024614805&amp;postID=8891806977049021549&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5533361020024614805/posts/default/8891806977049021549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5533361020024614805/posts/default/8891806977049021549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://corrosiveheart.blogspot.com/2007/11/satisifed-and-accomplished.html' title='Satisifed and accomplished'/><author><name>Candace D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04447485390166437686</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_T4eQrt8q7NQ/R-P8gMjbUiI/AAAAAAAAABU/FvQYCaOLRVY/S220/outtake02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5533361020024614805.post-8793090173616220669</id><published>2007-11-20T08:09:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-12-22T07:20:40.054+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='updates'/><title type='text'>My not so triumphant return</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I decided that after almost 5 months I would attempt to come back.  While I haven't made my return public, I will post a link in a few places.  There have been so many questions running through my head and I won't lie, I did consider coming online to blog about it, but just never had the full intention to make any kind of effort.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm back.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5533361020024614805-8793090173616220669?l=corrosiveheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://corrosiveheart.blogspot.com/feeds/8793090173616220669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5533361020024614805&amp;postID=8793090173616220669&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5533361020024614805/posts/default/8793090173616220669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5533361020024614805/posts/default/8793090173616220669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://corrosiveheart.blogspot.com/2007/11/my-not-so-triumphant-return.html' title='My not so triumphant return'/><author><name>Candace D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04447485390166437686</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_T4eQrt8q7NQ/R-P8gMjbUiI/AAAAAAAAABU/FvQYCaOLRVY/S220/outtake02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
