Yesterday was Deb’s birthday. She turned 26. It was the first time that I got to physically be there for it. The last two times we were separated by a big thing of water called the “Atlantic.” So Saturday we had a few friends over, barbecued, and had a few drinks. It was all very nice. I bought Deb a new drill, some motor oil, some anal lube, some aftershave and a few new masonry drill bits. She looked a little surprised when she opened the presents. I guess that meant she was happy.
I have been watching the Olympics, with actual interest, for a few days now. You see, I never really had any interest in the Olympics before. But being home, and having cable for the first time here, I kind of got hooked….I’ve watched swimming, 10 meter air-rifle competition, synchronized diving and women’s beach volleyball. I never heard of some of these sports before. 10 meter air rifle? Synchronized diving? My friend Jeremy and I went to a park near home, once, called Basset Park. We were bored so we found a large stick and proceeded to see who could throw it the farthest. He won. Now I am wondering when this could become an Olympic Sport. How does one decide to become a synchronized diver?
There was one sport that I found myself watching with great intensity. Women’s beach volleyball. What a fantastic sport! It was exciting and had some sexuality mixed into it. When a person serves, her teammate crouches over and shows her hand signals. She hides those signals behind her butt. Everytime I found myself drifting from the TV they would have one of the butt shots and I was back. These women have nice butts, and the bathing suits do them justice. I honestly believe they should have this sport on right before Monday night football. The ratings would go through the roof. This sport could gain massive popularity in the states. I am actually surprised that it hasn’t been on prime-time more often. One of the games I watched was Norway vs. US. You know who won? Me. I was the winner.
We’re almost finished painting the master bedroom. Just one more coat in the closet and we can finally move in. The other day we were in a real hurry to meet someone, so we picked the color in 20 seconds. We are so happy with the decision too. It’s a light, ice blue. It looks fantastic with the curtains we have. I think this is the way to make these decisions. Have an general idea of the shade you want, walk in, grab the color list, and go with your first instinct. That way there’s none of that back-and-forth that plagues so many decisions made by couples.
The weird thing about painting in Norway is that everyone paints over wallpaper. It’s bizarre to me. I very rarely see a wall that isn’t painted over, textured wallpaper. This is what we did in our bedroom. It was this cloth-like, brown stuff. It took more than 5 liters of paint to do the first coat. The damn thing sucked it up like it was thirsty. It looks better now, but I still find painting wallpaper strange.
Holy Crap, Norway versus Switzerland in women’s beach volleyball just came on. The one player on the Swiss team has a big ‘ol booty.
I am taking the advice of my friend Terje and changing the format of this place. From now on you will get an abstract of each entry and you must click “read more” to see the rest of the entry.
I am taking the advice of my friend Terje and changing the format of this place. From now on you will get an abstract of each entry and you must click “read more” to see the rest of the entry. He suggested, and I agree, that it’s nice to see a little of the entry and then choose whether you wish to continue reading. Just a minor thing really.
Well, two weeks ago I had to leave our apartment in a hurry. To make a long story short, Deb’s Mom kicked me out, not for any rational reason. It had something to do with paranoia. So Deb, Natalie and I needed to find a place quickly. Why we had to get out so quickly is another sign of the irrationality of the situation. But I digress.
First, I contacted the police to see if she had the legal right to throw us out with 2 days notice. They didn’t know a thing. They gave me a number of a department that takes care of housing disputes. That department told us that we had every right to stay there and that to throw someone out requires papers to be submitted and a legal hearing that could take months.
In the meantime, Deb was upstairs just trying to convince her mother that we needed more than two days to find a place to live. Most apartments want 4 months rent to move in. That’s a lot of money. The reason being that it often takes so long to kick someone out that the owners want some security. I don’t blame them. But how were we going to come up with so much money when neither one of us are working yet. My work visa still isn’t ready yet.
Her mother wouldn’t budge. But, me being the fighter I am, knew that I had the law on my side. I said that she could do what she wanted, I wasn’t leaving. But Deb didn’t want the police there making a big scene. She insisted that we just leave to avoid a situation…. but where were we going to go? I conceded…even though it went against everything that I believe in. I don’t give up easy. But, out of respect for Deb, I gave up the fight to stay.
Our deadline was 6′clock, Tuesday. It was 3 o’clock Tuesday and still there was nowhere to go. I called my folks and talked to them. They suggested we call the church where Natalie was baptized. Then the visions began to come. I pictured us standing in the rain
We didn’t have anywhere to go until about 2 hours before the deadline. It turns out that a neighbor down the street, Elisabeth, said we could stay with her for a few weeks. Terje, also my neighbor, asked her for us. Now keep in mind, we barely new Elisabeth. We only met her at the street party awhile back.
Before Elisabeth
