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Pimp my blog
» The English version of it all Im playing with blogspot. HTML and stuff like that. Im not good. Anybody wanna teach me something?? I wanna pimp my blog...br /br /div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5T1QxuE8xbI/S5Qg-ijuklI/AAAAAAAAAkw/tPdCE-YDS_M/s1600-h/IMG_7373.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"img border="0" height="480" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5T1QxuE8xbI/S5Qg-ijuklI/AAAAAAAAAkw/tPdCE-YDS_M/s640/IMG_7373.JPG" width="640" //a/divdiv class="blogger-post-footer"img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2494012953748530791-5138112687920108886?l=amabroni.blogspot.com' alt='' //div -
Ghanaaa'ohh, Ghana!
» The English version of it all GOD BLESS OUR HOMELAND, GHANA, AND MAKE OUR NATION PROUD AND STRONG!!br /br /To all you Ghanaians out there, I congratulate you on your 53rd year of Independence.br /The day will be celebrated in this house with span style="font-weight: bold;"emotuo/span and span style="font-weight: bold;"nkateenkwan /span(groundnut soupamp;rice balls), ice cream, Manchester United winning their game, and wifey overcoming her hungover from yesterdays lovely girls night/birthday party!br /br /I've spent the day in bed... Lovely. Only interrupted by a walk downstairs to the supermarket (oh, how I love living next door to it) to get fried chicken for hubby cos he asked so nicely since it was Independence Day and all, ice cream as a substitute for not finding fresh fried chicken, only cellophane wrapped chicken. Now the room is being filled with smells of garlic, ginger and groundnuts, and when its half time, hubby will start making the rice balls. I'm one lucky gal!br /br /I'm sharing with you today a new song I've been digging lately, along with many others I guess.br /span style="font-size:180%;"R/spanussian span style="font-size:180%;"R/spanoulette with span style="font-size:180%;"R/spanihanna. Can there BE more span style="font-weight: bold;"R's/span in that sentence? Cool girl. Cool song. Cool sound.br /br /span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"Happy/span span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"Independence/span span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"Day!/spanbr /br /object width="560" height="340"param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ZQ2nCGawrSYhl=en_USfs=1"/paramparam name="allowFullScreen" value="true"/paramparam name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"/paramembed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ZQ2nCGawrSYhl=en_USfs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"/embed/objectdiv class="blogger-post-footer"img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2494012953748530791-3614030488602192406?l=amabroni.blogspot.com' alt='' //div -
Childhood dreams
» The English version of it all Hey guys, you are quiet these days. I dont have much to say either.br /I'm crying my brave tears over my childhood home, which at this very moment can be viewed a href="http://www.finn.no/finn/realestate/object?finnkode=21056100amp;sid=xz4dace5epE604561"here. /abr /br /My dear house is put out for sale. My parents are planning to move to a href="http://amabroni.blogspot.com/2008/08/my-village.html"my late grandmother's house/a, in the village where my mom grew up. A sensible thing to do of course, since they are only two people alone in a big house, and both daughters live far away and are not planning to move back home any time soon. But... all the memories of my childhood are from this house. I lived there from I was 6 till I moved out at 20. It's a quite significant amount of time. All the important things happened here, if you don't count the first steps, first words, first day without diaper etc.br /br /Gosh I'm gonna miss it. Next time I go to my hometown, I don't have a home to go to. The only thing to hope for now, is that they get ALOT of money for it!! :-)br /br /Since we are in the spirit of reminiscing, I'm posting a song today that will remind me of my early teenage years, when we were digging these hot guys! It's (drumroll!) the BACKSTREET BOYS, with span style="font-size:180%;"Q/spanuit playing games with my heart.br /br /object width="425" height="344"param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Z6W56HwPOQghl=en_USfs=1"/paramparam name="allowFullScreen" value="true"/paramparam name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"/paramembed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Z6W56HwPOQghl=en_USfs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"/embed/objectdiv class="blogger-post-footer"img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2494012953748530791-7978560347516294296?l=amabroni.blogspot.com' alt='' //div -
torch night
» The English version of it all a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5T1QxuE8xbI/S4mvG2B6ceI/AAAAAAAAAjI/HzeYosiOPBM/s1600-h/IMG_7366.JPG"img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5T1QxuE8xbI/S4mvG2B6ceI/AAAAAAAAAjI/HzeYosiOPBM/s320/IMG_7366.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443074156771570146" border="0" //adiv class="blogger-post-footer"img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2494012953748530791-2040476444602391566?l=amabroni.blogspot.com' alt='' //div -
Do you hate her 'cause she's pieces of you?
» The English version of it all This is a good song, you guys! Yet another one of my singing ladies, Jewel. But this song really has a message. Just listen, and listen well. Take care and enjoy your weekend!br /br /object width="425" height="344"param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/mrJB6arA2cIhl=en_USfs=1"/paramparam name="allowFullScreen" value="true"/paramparam name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"/paramembed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/mrJB6arA2cIhl=en_USfs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"/embed/objectdiv class="blogger-post-footer"img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2494012953748530791-8853520965851603992?l=amabroni.blogspot.com' alt='' //div -
A night of a thousand torches
» The English version of it all Wooops, and there goes another week!br /I am sorry. Again I have sinned. But I think I have been boring you guys as well. I'm already thinking about a new plan if I ever get through the alphabet with these songs.br /br /Today it is ONE year exactly since I got a letter in the mail saying that my now husband was given a residence and work permit in Norway. I was standing outside by the mailbox screaming and crying. I didn't even enter the house, I called my mom first. It was a crazy day. The day happen to fall on the day of a special night in Levanger called Torch Night. It is part of a 4 day long festival/fair in town. The Torch Night is special. Everyone in town is asked to turn off all electrical light, and people gather on the town square, everyone carrying torches, and then a march through town begins. Thousands of people walk through the city, and along the road sides there are small shows - music bands, drama, artwork, dance, all kinds of cultural small shows. In the dark, only lit by thousands of torches. Magical. I hope my hubby will be impressed, considering he is only joining me cos of heavy convincing from my side.br /br /In the mean time, enjoy span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" O/spanspan style="font-weight: bold;"hene. /spanspanIt's a Ghanaian Gospel, by No Tribe. I love this gospel. Usually, Ghanaian gospel songs are very upbeat and jolly, but I fell in love with this one cos it is so somber and ... majestetic. When we started planning the music for our wedding, I knew I wanted this song played in the background during the communion. How I wish I could be there and hear this song live... /spanbr /br /span style="font-size:130%;"Happy weekend!/spanbr /br /object width="425" height="344"param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/iflFqh9U4_Uamp;hl=en_USamp;fs=1amp;"param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/iflFqh9U4_Uamp;hl=en_USamp;fs=1amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"/embed/objectdiv class="blogger-post-footer"img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2494012953748530791-6419101239939614923?l=amabroni.blogspot.com' alt='' //div -
Diallo, Diallo...
» The English version of it all Ok, today I'm gonna cheat you. I'm gonna show you a clip from the Nobel Peace Prize concert last year. When Obama won the Nobel Peace Prize, poor guy. Maybe not fun to win it when you, and half of the world don't think you deserved it at all. I don't really know where I stand on the subject. And I'm not gonna discuss it here. All I know is that it isn't HIS fault he won it, so don't beat him up over it.br /br /Back to the CONCERT, which always is great, no matter who wins. This year I realized Wyclef Jean is so cool. He is cool, I know. But he is SO cool. Specially during the Nobel Peace Prize Concert. That's why I'm gonna share a clip from that concert, that on youtube has the name span style="font-size:180%;"N/spanobel Peace Prize Concert 2009. Starts with an span style="font-weight: bold;"N/span, right? Watch and enjoy. And happy weekend!br /And that PRINCESS is the princess of Norway'ooo...br /br /object width="560" height="340"param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/rhXAW32X5I8hl=en_USfs=1"/paramparam name="allowFullScreen" value="true"/paramparam name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"/paramembed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/rhXAW32X5I8hl=en_USfs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"/embed/objectbr /br /_______________________________________________________________________________br /br /What's up with the video though, why is it so huge? Anyone with blog knowledge can tell me how not to make it go into the right border...? Uuuh. What up with my english?div class="blogger-post-footer"img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2494012953748530791-4158280938694965933?l=amabroni.blogspot.com' alt='' //div -
then appears someone who wanna tear you down
» The English version of it all Today, although I'm feeling good and happy, I'm gonna share with you my heartache song.br /At least it was long, long time ago when my heart was broken. I listened to this song on repeat and pitied my poor self. Now it is embarrassing to picture the teenager in her bedroom, feeling like the world was about to end. But the song isn't for teenagers. It is still great. Sung by another Norwegian singing lady, Lene Marlin. The song starts great. "You think you've made it, everything is going fine." That's how it usually feels, right before something will go wrong. Wether it's your heart being broken, or ...let's say... its getting FREEZING outside again, after a few days with some less cold days.br /br /Anyway, ENJOYspan style="font-size:180%;" M/spanaybe I'll go.br /br /object width="425" height="344"param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/tVPC4eGm0cEamp;hl=en_USamp;fs=1amp;"param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/tVPC4eGm0cEamp;hl=en_USamp;fs=1amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"/embed/objectdiv class="blogger-post-footer"img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2494012953748530791-5068792071292720691?l=amabroni.blogspot.com' alt='' //div -
LoveLoveLove
» The English version of it all Lalalalalalalallalalalaaaaa....br /Hope you all had a great Valentine's Day. In Norway it was also Mother's day yesterday, + fattening Sunday, meaning the day before you start the fasting. The tradition left behind from this biblical happening, is baking a type of sweet bread, small round balls of wheat and sugar and milk and stuff. Then you split them in half and put whipped cream in between.br /We didn't celebrate that. Or Mother's day, since my mother lives far away. But before Hubby went to church yesterday morning, he dropped a bar of chocolate on my pillow. I took it as a Valentine's day gift. :-) I'm not really a fan of Valentine, cos it's just another tradition adopted from the U.S. in the recent decade. Like Halloween. I think it's really stupid, but now Norwegian kids also go trick or treating.br /br /Well, I'm getting myself lost here. You need a song. On span style="font-size:130%;"L/span.br /So, I give you another of my favorite singing ladies, span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:180%;" Pink/span. And her Love Song. In the spirit of Valentine's Day and all the other 364 days of the year you should tell your darling you love him/her.br /br /object width="425" height="344"param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/sUS4Y53watoamp;hl=en_USamp;fs=1amp;"param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/sUS4Y53watoamp;hl=en_USamp;fs=1amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"/embed/objectdiv class="blogger-post-footer"img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2494012953748530791-3866260164547534158?l=amabroni.blogspot.com' alt='' //div -
Norway moment
» The English version of it all Today I'm gonna Norwegianize you!br /I'm gonna let you hear a song of a great band.br /They took Norwegian folk songs.br /And turned them into rock.br /With a singer whose voice is magical.br /And a dialect to mesmerize you.br /Their music draws you into the olden days, into the mountains, with the mountain lords and trolls.br /br /Here is Gåte. With span style="font-size:180%;"K/spanara tu omna.br /br /object width="425" height="344"param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/FfLQ_ORBprQhl=en_USfs=1"/paramparam name="allowFullScreen" value="true"/paramparam name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"/paramembed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/FfLQ_ORBprQhl=en_USfs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"/embed/objectdiv class="blogger-post-footer"img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2494012953748530791-4972322349899554590?l=amabroni.blogspot.com' alt='' //div -
Do you want to be a millionaire?
» The English version of it all Some movies are of those kinds that ALL have to watch. One of them is Slumdog Millionaire. Yes, it was hyped, yes, maybe it was a bit commercial, maybe the stories about how some of the actors in the movie were sent back to the slum after finished the recording, are immoral and questionable. But before all that, I went to the movies with a good friend and saw a movie with a remarkable, exciting story. Great soundtrack. Amazing pictures. Adorable kids. It just gripped me. It was one of those good movie experiences. One of those you felt it was worth seeing in the cinema. I really enjoyed the movie, and I enjoyed the soundtrack even more. So much that I bought the CD.br /br /Here is span style="font-size:180%;"span style="font-weight: bold;"J/spanai Ho/span from Slumdog Millionaire.br /br /object width="425" height="344"param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/yTmFJ-RE7oQamp;hl=en_USamp;fs=1amp;"param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/yTmFJ-RE7oQamp;hl=en_USamp;fs=1amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"/embed/objectbr /br /span style="font-size:180%;"But/span a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vRC4QrUwo9o"here is a NICER video... /adiv class="blogger-post-footer"img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2494012953748530791-6823567832859651723?l=amabroni.blogspot.com' alt='' //div -
In God's hands
» The English version of it all Okay, sorry about last post. So negative. Not good.br /br /I have decided, for many reasons, to try and live by the "accept the things I can't change"-philosophy. I let too many things bug me, while I know I can't change them. So, if you hear me complain again, ask me if it is something that cant be changed.br /br /A new and better week will hopefully start on Monday. I think the antibiotics I'm on are finally kicking in. Last night I kept hubby up all night, coughing my brains out, so it can only get better. The weather is good, only -0,2 degrees right now. Love it love it love it! It means no ice on the windows, and not a freezing bathroom.br /And that also means going to the gym again. I have been sinning the last couple of weeks, feeling crappy, eating crap and visiting my beloved gym only a few times. A good gym friend of mine has left me though, I want to complain about it even if I can't change it! :-) She has travelled to Argentina, and I have to do our regular Tuesday and Thursday gym dates SOLO. And it's really boring. So, Silje, come back!!br /br /I feel this is a messy post. Today you will get a song from my favorite artist. I guess. It is the wonderful, talented Nelly Furtado. Although she is my favorite, her last commercial pop album disappointed me, cos it was the special, original tunes that made her catch my eye (or ear). But I guess everyone needs to make money. I just know a couple of people who love Nelly, and the rest think she is weird. But the pop album is like "...oh yeah, I like Nelly Furtado..", since she now sounds like Beyoncè or whoever.br /br /Aaaaaanyway. I will still share a song from her newest album, "Loose". It's a beautiful and touching song. And with this I wish you all a wonderful weekend!br /br /object width="425" height="344"param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/VR31Iv7J61ohl=en_USfs=1"/paramparam name="allowFullScreen" value="true"/paramparam name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"/paramembed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/VR31Iv7J61ohl=en_USfs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"/embed/objectdiv class="blogger-post-footer"img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2494012953748530791-5916663842504926198?l=amabroni.blogspot.com' alt='' //div -
Head over feet
» The English version of it all What song do you guys want?br /I'm still sick.br /And I have pulled a wisdom tooth out.br /And I am paying the price and I just complain and seek sympathy.br /So better make this fast and painless.br /br /I'll share with you one of my teenage years heroines. When I was in my teens, I was sooo into singing ladies. All kinds of singing ladies. And Alanis was one of my favorites.br /Here is her span style="font-size:180%;"H/spanspan style="font-weight: bold;"ead over feet. /spanspanHearing her songs puts me right back to my blue room in my childhood home which is about to be sold, reading the lyrics and singing. Loud.br //spanspan style="font-weight: bold;"br /object width="425" height="344"param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/4iuO49jbovgamp;hl=en_USamp;fs=1amp;"param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/4iuO49jbovgamp;hl=en_USamp;fs=1amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"/embed/object/spandiv class="blogger-post-footer"img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2494012953748530791-3913100959943082733?l=amabroni.blogspot.com' alt='' //div -
About goodbyes
» The English version of it all I met my husband when we were both doing an exchange at the University of Dar-Es-Salaam in Tanzania in 2005. I heard rumours that there would be Ghanaian exchange students at campus and I was eager to meet them. I had lived in Ghana before, spoke Twi, and felt I knew the country. Coming to Tanzania was like coming to something similar to Ghana. Something I knew well. I wrote in my diary: It looks like Ghana, it feels like Ghana, it smells like Ghana - BUT I DONT UNDERSTAND THE LANGUAGE! I was frustrated cos I felt I knew how to span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"do/span an African country - somehow. But no matter what I knew, I was just as much a span style="font-style: italic;"mzungu/obroni/span/white person as the others I travelled with.br /Hearing about these Ghanaian students made me feel like something from span style="font-style: italic;"home/span was coming my way. Something I knew and could relate to. The day came when all the international studens were gonna have an information day on campus, and I saw 5 black people amongst the rest of us white European and American students. And forced myself to go up to the only girl in the flock and said: Are you from Ghana? She said yes. And so I started speaking Twi with her, I was immediately accepted into their group, I was brought over to the 4 boys, one of them was gonna be my husband... They were all quite extatic about this obroni speaking Twi like that, I sat next to future hubby during the information and I was immediately interested. I realized he laughed at the same things as me (cos the people having the orientation were very funny, although they weren't trying to be), and he was sarcastic and making jokes span style="font-style: italic;"I/span would make.br /The next day I went to their hostel for a superdelicious rice and stew, the best food I had tasted since I got to Tanzania. I soon realized it was future hubby's work. Impressed. Somehow it was him who ended up hanging out with me. He used to come to our hostel and hang out in my and my roomates room. We talked and listened to music and I guess flirted for a looong month before something happened. At first I wasn't sure how this was gonna end. I mean, I was leaving in a few months, he was staying in Tanzania and later returning to Ghana. What future did this relationship have? Was it just a fling, some fun?br /br /It soon became obvious that this was more than a fling. I have never felt like this about someone before. But after about 3-4 months of flirting and relationship came D-day, the day I had to go home. I was assuring him I would come to Ghana when I finished my bachelor, in about 6 months. These were some looong 6 months, with insecurity, longing, fighting, bad communication over bad phone lines and what not. But, an opportunity came my way and 7 months... after we saw eachother last I came to Ghana, with a JOB, and we spent more time together, and solidified (a word??) our relationship. I left and came and left again many times before he finally came to Norway last year. But that is another story.br /br /I have given you this story because the song for today, was a song I heard right after coming back from Tanzania. It felt like a song about us. About me. If you just remove the "I'd be the father of your child"-part, and change it with "mother", it is about us. The way it felt to leave. And say goodbye. Although James Blunt's goodbye sounds much more final in this song, and ours was supposed to be a temporary one, this song really touched me.br /br /So, on a late Sunday Eve, I serve you: span style="font-size:130%;"span style="font-weight: bold;"G/spanoodbye, my lover./spanbr /object width="425" height="344"param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/wVyggTKDcOEhl=en_USfs=1"/paramparam name="allowFullScreen" value="true"/paramparam name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"/paramembed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/wVyggTKDcOEhl=en_USfs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"/embed/objectbr /Odo, me pe w'asem!div class="blogger-post-footer"img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2494012953748530791-4980240659880437537?l=amabroni.blogspot.com' alt='' //div -
Fuck you
» The English version of it all Hi.br /br /I know I haven't been doing a good job lately with blogging. I'm sorry. I have been sick for days, but only yetsterday did I stay home from work cos of it. The last week has been crap, health wise, work wise, crappy apartement wise. Today we discovered a big crack in one of our windows. Through the last cold period we had problems with ice freezing on the inside of the windows. It is alot of humidity in the apartement and steam gathers on the windows and roof, cos they are cold. The landlord blames us, but I and my father and everyone I talk to blames poor ventilation in the building. I'm worried cos all the steam causes alot of water on the woodwork around the windows that can lead to rotten wood, mould, fungus... I don't want to be blamed at the end, so I tell the landlord. And he tells me the same thing over and over: It is becuase you are two people, shower, drying clothes... I dont think he wants to face that his building has some serious constructional problems. Fingers crossed that we get more money in our hands soon, and can afford to move to a better place.br /br /We have gotten to the letter span style="font-size:180%;"F/span in my little game, and because my mood is ROTTEN as our windows today, you get a song that might be offensive to some. But right now, that is what I'm saying to the landlord, my sore throat, my wisdom tooth and the world - FUCK YOU - with Lily Allen. Quite catchy really.br /br /br /object width="425" height="344"param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Qg7jA-H-jMohl=en_USfs=1"/paramparam name="allowFullScreen" value="true"/paramparam name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"/paramembed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Qg7jA-H-jMohl=en_USfs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"/embed/objectdiv class="blogger-post-footer"img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2494012953748530791-5569642456175578597?l=amabroni.blogspot.com' alt='' //div -
Emmanuella
» The English version of it all Today's song comes from one of MY favorite artists from Ghana. While a href="http://nonjeneregretterien.blogspot.com/2010/01/did-i-dance-with-kojo-antwi.html"Kajsa/a digs Kojo Antwi, Ofori Amponsah's catchy tunes have always gotten my attention. Specially I like a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XGAatKlKZgY"Otoolege/a and a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Viec72kS-Mo"Broken heart/a, and another song that I don't know the name of and just call it span style="font-weight: bold;""the nice song"/span.br /br /But today I have chosen span style="font-size:180%;"E/spanmmanuella, which was the first song I span style="font-style: italic;"knew/span was of Ofori Amponsah. Get up and dance!br /br /object width="425" height="344"param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/WCOr8puC0i0hl=en_USfs=1"/paramparam name="allowFullScreen" value="true"/paramparam name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"/paramembed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/WCOr8puC0i0hl=en_USfs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"/embed/objectdiv class="blogger-post-footer"img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2494012953748530791-7443554135228687542?l=amabroni.blogspot.com' alt='' //div -
Dagane
» The English version of it all Though we didn't play Beyoncè's Crazy in love at our party yesterday, it turned out very successful after all. I had invited 4 girls who are not directly connected, some know eachother a bit, but that's all. Then hubby invited 4 friends of his, from his language class. And we all brought them together in our tiny flat. How will this go? Thinking Norwegians are a bit reserved and dont talk much to strangers, I had my thoughts before hand.br /br /It went very well. 3 continents represented, 5 nationalities, 9 human beings in all, had a fun evening together, sharing thoughts, ideas, jokes, music - and learned some language. I learned how to tell an Afghan boy that his daddy is soon coming to pick him (at kindergarten), I got to practice my Spanish, and Norwegian was being practiced on a high level. Red wine was of course spilled on the carpet I thought about removing before the guests came, in case someone would spill red wine on it. But thanks to a magic stain remover I bought, carpet is good as new! Music was played, dancing was done in our kitchen. It was a very nice evening!br /br /Of course, now I have a headache but I guess it is worth it.br /br /The song on span style="font-weight: bold;"D/span I'm gonna share with you today, also a live performance, is called span style="font-size:180%;"br /D/spanagane by span style="font-size:180%;"Odd Nordstoga/span.br /A Norwegian artist with a wonderful voice and characteristic dialect. I just love him. In the clip he is performing together with one of Norway's most famous singers, span style="font-size:130%;"Sissel Kyrkjebø/span. The song means "The Days".br /br /br /object width="425" height="344"param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/_8dMU_uc9ioamp;hl=en_USamp;fs=1amp;"param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/_8dMU_uc9ioamp;hl=en_USamp;fs=1amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"/embed/objectdiv class="blogger-post-footer"img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2494012953748530791-2569534358843445254?l=amabroni.blogspot.com' alt='' //div -
Crazy in love
» The English version of it all I wanted you guys to start off the Friday with some real party music, and since I'm having a party at our house tonight (yippiee), I have been searching high and low for the right song. Unfortunately my music folder is not full off too much party party music cos I dont party as often as I should. I guess.br /br /I give you span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"Beyoncè/span and span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"Jay-Z's/span span style="font-size:180%;"C/spanrazy in love...br /br /object width="560" height="340"param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/sImwZbNdubsamp;hl=en_USamp;fs=1amp;"param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/sImwZbNdubsamp;hl=en_USamp;fs=1amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"/embed/objectdiv class="blogger-post-footer"img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2494012953748530791-4736865431398999019?l=amabroni.blogspot.com' alt='' //div -
Behind the wall
» The English version of it all Today I'll share with you one of my favorite artists, and it wont be the last time I'll use her.br /span style="font-size:130%;"Tracy Chapman/span and her song span style="font-size:180%;"B/spanehind the wall.br /It's an incredibly strong song, although its short nature. It says what needs to be said, and nothing more. It is a clear message, about domestic violence, and our fear to interfere when we know someone we dont know is struggling.br /br /object width="425" height="344"param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/eG0ID6HRJ1Mhl=en_USfs=1"/paramparam name="allowFullScreen" value="true"/paramparam name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"/paramembed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/eG0ID6HRJ1Mhl=en_USfs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"/embed/objectdiv class="blogger-post-footer"img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2494012953748530791-678845813979236572?l=amabroni.blogspot.com' alt='' //div -
All this time
» The English version of it all object width="425" height="344"I start my new ambitious project with Maria Mena's "span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" A/spanll this time". Maria Mena is a Norwegian young artist who have had great success with her music, and has titles that really hit home. Specially this one and this girl (me). Enjoy.param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/y2uYGQNyyCYamp;hl=en_USamp;fs=1amp;"param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/y2uYGQNyyCYamp;hl=en_USamp;fs=1amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"/embed/objectdiv class="blogger-post-footer"img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2494012953748530791-2010745290134650618?l=amabroni.blogspot.com' alt='' //div -
29 Musical days
» The English version of it all Ey. I have an span style="font-size:130%;"idea/span, maybe. What about singing myself through the alphabet?br /br /I start with span style="font-size:180%;"A/span and pick a song I like that start with span style="font-size:180%;"A/span. And find it on youtube and post the link and then you can all listen, and y'all will know my music taste inside out!br /br /span style="font-size:180%;"Thoughts?/spanbr /br /lalalallallalallalallallaaaaaaaa....br /br /(And by 29 I mean I will try to include some Norwegian songs, starting with the Norwegian letters Æ, Ø and Å!)div class="blogger-post-footer"img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2494012953748530791-1643776182412310865?l=amabroni.blogspot.com' alt='' //div -
Words. Don't come easy.
» The English version of it all span style="font-size:100%;"During my time as a research assistant for a Norwegian student in Ghana, we were in an office in some ministry, dont remember if it was Health or Youth...somethingsomething, but anyway, THIS wonderful writing was on the wall.br /br /Just gotta love it. I think I have to make a post about all the lovely things I have found on walls in Ghana./spanspan style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" br /br /I dreamt death came the other nightbr /And Heaven's gates swung open widebr /With kindly grace, an angel ushered me insidebr /And there to my astonishmentbr /Stood folks I'd known on Earthbr /Some I'd labeled and judgedbr /Unfit or of little worthbr /Indignant words rose to my lipsbr /But never were set freebr /For every face showed stunned suprisebr /No one expected me./spandiv class="blogger-post-footer"img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2494012953748530791-2083872304111255272?l=amabroni.blogspot.com' alt='' //div -
blablabla
» The English version of it all a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5T1QxuE8xbI/S1N22RH1qPI/AAAAAAAAAjA/voiNGokxoBA/s1600-h/0016.JPG"img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5T1QxuE8xbI/S1N22RH1qPI/AAAAAAAAAjA/voiNGokxoBA/s320/0016.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427812650592872690" border="0" //aspan style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" ok./spanbr /br /span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"I am back to old sins. I'm not blogging./spanbr /br /span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"And I haven't even /spanspan style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"thought/spanspan style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" about a new blogging project./spanbr /br /span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"Somebody have some extra blog self dicipline to sell?/spanbr /br /span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:130%;" While I'm thinking, I'm giving you all the privilige of resting your eyes on the happy couple in front of the Christmas Tree the last day of last year./spandiv class="blogger-post-footer"img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2494012953748530791-8559319613064832007?l=amabroni.blogspot.com' alt='' //div -
Brain freeze
» The English version of it all a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5T1QxuE8xbI/S0eTuX1Ui7I/AAAAAAAAAi4/DExYKlHNsxc/s1600-h/IMG_7239.JPG"img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5T1QxuE8xbI/S0eTuX1Ui7I/AAAAAAAAAi4/DExYKlHNsxc/s320/IMG_7239.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424466701071977394" border="0" //abr /a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5T1QxuE8xbI/S0eTX6oEeLI/AAAAAAAAAiw/4QASNzWwuqI/s1600-h/IMG_7226.JPG"img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5T1QxuE8xbI/S0eTX6oEeLI/AAAAAAAAAiw/4QASNzWwuqI/s320/IMG_7226.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424466315274647730" border="0" //abr /Ok, for those of you who read news about Europe, you might have noticed the cold spell that has been affecting alot of countries. In the UK everything is standing still thanks to some few degrees below zero and some centimetres of snow. But I understand them. They are not used to it.br /Just as I am not used to 25 degrees span style="font-weight: bold;"below/span zero. Cos that have been the temperatures the last week. The whole week we have been inside in the kindergarten, which results in wild kids, who are used to 2-3 hours of fresh air and physical activity every day. They are about 4 days behind on their activity level. Lucky me was the last person at work today, closing at 5. Cos of the extreme cold we have turned off the ventilation system there. Resulting in no oxygen which results in headache. And the wild kids with their paper planes, and energy levels on overload. I am so happy I'm in bed now, in front of my TV. Waiting for the temperature in the room to get over 20 degrees. +.br /We live in a crappy apartement, very very badly insulated. That means that cold air streams into the room all the time, while the hot air that I am paying a fortune for coming out of the heaters, get wasted cos of the poor insulated house. The ventilation in the house is also crap, so air doesn't get out unless I open the windows. You cant do that in -25. That results in humidity in the room. The hot air lands on cold flates in the room, like the windows and roof. This results in (or used to result in) dew on the window and small drops of water forming in the roof. BAD cos that causes mould in the end. Anyway, thanks to the cold and the poorly insulated roof and windows, not the dew FREEZES on the windows and in the roof. I actually have small frozen droplets of ice in the roof in the bathroom. And my windows are frozen and I have to defrost them with a hair dryer every day. (If anyone wants to know, our landlord doesnt care, and blames it all on us).br /How many times have I written "results" in this post?br /br /I haven't had inspiration for starting to blog again. But I'm open for new suggestions for projects. :-)br /br /I leave you with a picture (very bad one) of the ice on my window. span style="font-size:130%;"span style="font-weight: bold;"br /Have a lovely warm weekend!!/span/spandiv class="blogger-post-footer"img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2494012953748530791-6879576577019378191?l=amabroni.blogspot.com' alt='' //div -
twothousandandten
» The English version of it all One advice....br /br /span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" Don't drink and fly./spanbr /br /And don't go home at 4am from a New Year's Party when you are gonna sit in a plane for 5 hours the next day, up and down, up and down, up and down along the loooong coast of Norway in a little propellar plane.br /br /But what a SPLENDID New Year's Eve it was!br /br /Hope ALL your dreams come through this year,br /br /and if they don't, remember it's normal for most of us.br /br /:-)div class="blogger-post-footer"img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2494012953748530791-6833317456382725856?l=amabroni.blogspot.com' alt='' //div -
It came upon a midnight clear
» The English version of it all pa onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5T1QxuE8xbI/SzNSGsmrhrI/AAAAAAAAAig/n4jDapKn4f8/s1600-h/IMG_7128.jpg"img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5T1QxuE8xbI/SzNSGsmrhrI/AAAAAAAAAig/n4jDapKn4f8/s320/IMG_7128.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418765051662927538" //aThe day is finally here. The end of my advents calendar. It's Christmas Eve in our House, and the snow is falling heavily. It's actually perfect. I mean, snow on Christmas Eve? We usually have snow but the last years it hasn't been so much. But today it started pouring down. If you can say that about snow. We do our usual Norwegian Christmas stuff. My husband is watching all the racket in amazement. What's up with these people? What's all the fuzz.. It's just traditions that is burned into our Norwegian souls./ppI feel guilty sometimes, we are the most unreligious people, yet we celebrate Christmas much harder than people who really celebrate what we are supposed to celebrate. But then again, before Christianity arrived in Norway, we had a big party at this time of year, celebrating the return of the sun. We live in the dark country, and up north we dont have sun above the horizon between November and January. The pic in the post below is taken almost at the days brightest hour. It could have been a bit brighter out, but thanks to all the clouds with all the lovely snow, it's daaaark. And lovely. All the Christmas lights really come to their right in this part of the world. Now we are about to have lunch, later I go to church with my dad and Hubby. I think that is the most important part of the Christmas Eve traditions in our house, even if it's usually just me and my dad. My mom is cooking usually. When we get home from church, we eat, and then...open presents. We have SO many presents this year. Another thing that is not usual. We are 7 people at dinner this year. We have been 5 at the maximum, usually only 3 or 4. Therefore all the presents. We have a baby here too, and he will get most of the presents in the above pic. /ppPresents or no presents, sun or snow - it's span style="font-size:180%;"span style="color:#000099;"Christmas!/span/span Thank you all for following the blog calendar, it has been fun and challenging!/ppI wish you ALL a span style="font-size:180%;"Merry Christmas/span and span style="font-size:180%;"a fruitful new blogging year/spanP.S.: /ppstrongP.S.:/strong The quiz on the December 1st post, anyone? It was (drum roll) --------/ppA DROP OF strongspan style="color:#ff0000;"PAINT/span/strong!/ppAll I want for Christmas is an idea for a new blog project/ppI almost forgot... span style="font-size:180%;"24 /spanpresents on the span style="font-size:180%;"24th of December!/span/pdiv class="blogger-post-footer"img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2494012953748530791-4024481402960452056?l=amabroni.blogspot.com' alt='' //div -
Frozen river, the Santa Clause pic and our back yard TODAY!
» The English version of it all a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5T1QxuE8xbI/SzNMK10ITpI/AAAAAAAAAiY/9jOrKnmJGuQ/s1600-h/IMG_7105.jpg"img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5T1QxuE8xbI/SzNMK10ITpI/AAAAAAAAAiY/9jOrKnmJGuQ/s320/IMG_7105.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418758525784968850" //abr /pbr //ppbr //ppbr //ppbr //ppbr //ppbr //ppa onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5T1QxuE8xbI/SzNMKew4D5I/AAAAAAAAAiQ/X3-vNUVmXZs/s1600-h/IMG_7110.jpg"img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5T1QxuE8xbI/SzNMKew4D5I/AAAAAAAAAiQ/X3-vNUVmXZs/s320/IMG_7110.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418758519597305746" //aa onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5T1QxuE8xbI/SzNMJy0KbqI/AAAAAAAAAiI/xEl_m6X-M_o/s1600-h/IMG_7127.jpg"img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5T1QxuE8xbI/SzNMJy0KbqI/AAAAAAAAAiI/xEl_m6X-M_o/s320/IMG_7127.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418758507799932578" //abr //pdiv class="blogger-post-footer"img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2494012953748530791-4215007180847468768?l=amabroni.blogspot.com' alt='' //div -
Little Christmas Eve
» The English version of it all pa onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5T1QxuE8xbI/SzJxwtaOdnI/AAAAAAAAAiA/t-JtXV0WIdU/s1600-h/IMG_7119.jpg"img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5T1QxuE8xbI/SzJxwtaOdnI/AAAAAAAAAiA/t-JtXV0WIdU/s320/IMG_7119.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418518383317382770" /I/a had such a good plan with today. I had this lovely picture of a bunch of my mother's little santa clause figures (She has ALOT). They were all neatly lined up in the coach and I took a nice photo. Later of course realizing they were only 21.br //ppI have learned alot through my 2 latest blog projects. /ppstrong1./strong I don't know the alphabet and strong2./strong I can't count. br //ppBecause I didn't have the motivation to line all the santas up again, AND considering the presence of my 1 year old nephew who wants everything he can't have and nothing of what he can have, there were no new santa pic. Instead I am making you jealous by showing a picture of the marzipan (?) candy my sister has made, coated with chocolate. Very yummy, I can tell you. But eating one means you have to jog for like 20 minutes or so... Christmas came at a bad time this year, I was on the roll losing weight and eating well. And so comes the season to be jolly and gain weight. But not to worry, I haven't become a health freak and I will enjoy Christmas as I always have. And go for long walks in the SNOW. Love it. I love spending Christmas in the north. Such a shame it's so far away from everything. On Monday I left work at 1.30, walked to the trainstation. Took the train to the airport at 2, and arrived home at 1am..On Tuesday. And we were on schedule. /ppAnyway, today is the night before the night here in Norway. We celebrate most tomorrow, with good food, church and presents. So tonight is decoration, preparation, and watching Christmassy things on TV. /ppSo today I have served you span style="font-size:180%;"23 /spancandies on the span style="font-size:180%;"23rd of December./span/ppbr //pdiv class="blogger-post-footer"img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2494012953748530791-1715015265970278944?l=amabroni.blogspot.com' alt='' //div -
dotdotdotdot
» The English version of it all pspan style="font-size:180%;"strongspan style="color:#ff9900;". /span span style="color:#990000;". /span span style="color:#33cc00;". /span span style="color:#cc33cc;". /span span style="color:#ffff66;". /span /strong/span/ppspan style="font-size:180%;"strongspan style="color:#c0c0c0;" . /span span style="color:#ff9966;"./span span style="color:#cc9933;"./span span style="color:#33ff33;" ./span /strong/spanspan style="font-size:180%;"strongspan style="color:#003300;" . /span/strong/span/ppspan style="font-size:180%;"strongspan style="color:#ffcc99;". /span span style="color:#ff0000;". /span span style="color:#9999ff;"./span /strong/spanspan style="font-size:180%;"strongspan style="color:#000099;"./span/strong/spanspan style="font-size:180%;"strong span style="color:#ff0000;". /span/strong/span/ppspan style="font-size:180%;"strongspan style="color:#33ff33;". /span span style="color:#333333;" . /span span style="color:#009900;"./span span style="color:#6600cc;". /span /strong/span/ppspan style="font-size:180%;"strongspan style="color:#ffff33;" . /span span style="color:#990000;"./span span style="color:#3333ff;". /span /strong/span/ppspan style="font-size:180%;"strongbr //strong/span/ppspan style="font-size:180%;"strongsorry guys. i'm just too tired. 22nd December.br //strong/span/pdiv class="blogger-post-footer"img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2494012953748530791-6434868256924841020?l=amabroni.blogspot.com' alt='' //div -
Threads of many colors
» The English version of it all a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5T1QxuE8xbI/SyQZNdJVoQI/AAAAAAAAAhA/wE0_zWabajo/s1600-h/IMG_7062.JPG"img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 237px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5T1QxuE8xbI/SyQZNdJVoQI/AAAAAAAAAhA/wE0_zWabajo/s320/IMG_7062.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414480370958967042" border="0" //aI went to a shop with my friend one day. I didn't know these kinds of shops existed anymore. It was FULL of sowing equipment and nitting equipment and needles and pins and buttons. It was heaven for my blog advent calendar cos there were so many similar things next to each other.br /br /Like these threads. What do you call them, a roll of thread? Whatever it is called, they were many and nice colors and beautiful and I sneaked a picture of them. I had to crop it seriously. It was a lovely shop with SO much organization! :-)br /span style="font-size:180%;"br /21/span threads on thespan style="font-size:180%;" 21st of December/span.br /br /I am going home to my mama today!! Leave at 5pm and will hopefully arrive home at 00.45am... Pray there wont be any snowstorms tonight!div class="blogger-post-footer"img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2494012953748530791-5316114860556455151?l=amabroni.blogspot.com' alt='' //div -
hands up
» The English version of it all a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5T1QxuE8xbI/Syz2-UmrzGI/AAAAAAAAAho/T_OaE8eWoGM/s1600-h/IMG_7090.JPG"img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5T1QxuE8xbI/Syz2-UmrzGI/AAAAAAAAAho/T_OaE8eWoGM/s320/IMG_7090.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416976002363149410" border="0" //aSo I am arranging pictures again.br /Yesterday I visited my cutest friend. She has the cutest chubby little fingers. And she has 10 of them. I also have 10. So, it was obvious. She was gonna have her debut as a HAND model.br /br /Didn't she do well??br /br /span style="font-size:180%;"20 /spanfingers on the span style="font-size:180%;"20th of December!br //spandiv class="blogger-post-footer"img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2494012953748530791-3792245069009202874?l=amabroni.blogspot.com' alt='' //div -
These shoes were made for walking
» The English version of it all a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5T1QxuE8xbI/Syz75aXMpCI/AAAAAAAAAhw/z53IU95L4OA/s1600-h/SKO.JPG"img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 277px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5T1QxuE8xbI/Syz75aXMpCI/AAAAAAAAAhw/z53IU95L4OA/s320/SKO.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416981415567598626" border="0" //aMy lovely header photo! I like it so so so much.br /I took it at the nursery I worked in back in Ghana in 2007. Every day after having lunch, the kids went to take their nap. Before that, some of the oldest kids were given the job to put all the shoes in rows outside the room.br /br /And they did it ever so neatly.br /br /The kids were sleeping, the teachers were sleeping, and the obroni was wondering what to do with her time. And the shoes were shouting: Snap me, snap me! :-)br /br /There should be span style="font-size:180%;"19/span PAIRS of shoes here, on the span style="font-size:180%;"19th of December!/spandiv class="blogger-post-footer"img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2494012953748530791-3966670256140323113?l=amabroni.blogspot.com' alt='' //div -
The table is set
» The English version of it all a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5T1QxuE8xbI/Sy0-z4mdbeI/AAAAAAAAAh4/0s30mLYD5lw/s1600-h/6371_120325085865_534325865_2865426_6335337_n.jpg"img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5T1QxuE8xbI/Sy0-z4mdbeI/AAAAAAAAAh4/0s30mLYD5lw/s320/6371_120325085865_534325865_2865426_6335337_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417054987884522978" border="0" //aMore on my creative side.br /My sister got married this year, and as the artistic member of the family, I span style="font-style: italic;"took /spanthe responsibility for the decorations. Mostly I took it, cos my sister is of the type that thinks everything works out in the end... But since I had gotten married only a month before her, I span style="font-style: italic;"KNEW/span that for a wedding things don't just work out by themselves.br /br /So I made the invitations and decorated the table, and almost burned down the house where we had the party cos I decorated some candles with something flammable... woops! I know the table looks very simple and maybe plain, but that's what the bride wanted.br /br /span style="font-size:180%;"18 /spanplaces by the table, on the span style="font-size:180%;"18th of December./spandiv class="blogger-post-footer"img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2494012953748530791-5704185802598610803?l=amabroni.blogspot.com' alt='' //div -
SikaHelaMoney
» The English version of it all a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5T1QxuE8xbI/Syppmwk_38I/AAAAAAAAAhg/fUS3J9AreTw/s1600-h/IMG_7080.JPG"img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5T1QxuE8xbI/Syppmwk_38I/AAAAAAAAAhg/fUS3J9AreTw/s320/IMG_7080.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416257616462471106" border="0" //aHey guys!br /br /One more week. I really appreciate all your comments! I hope you are gonna come with great ideas for the next week...after Thursday. I can't believe it's almost Christmas. I have never gone home as late as the 21st December before... I've always been a student or doing nothing, so I have had a lot of time home before Christmas. But now I'm a working class hero and I'm lucky enough to get the whole Christmas week off! Thanks to my lovely work and lovlier boss.br /br /br /The ideas for pictures are getting few. I carry my camera all the time but the problem is that when I go to work it's dark and when I go home from work it's dark, so I can't really snap anything on the way. I can't post pictures from work, that's not allowed. So. Today you get to enjooy the picture of 17 Norwegian Kroner. It's a 10 and 7 1s.br /br /About what is left in my wallet after the Christmas presents shopping. :-)br /br /span style="font-size:180%;"17 /spanKroner on the span style="font-size:180%;"17th of December/span.br /br /And for those interested, we didn't get -23 degrees today. Only -14,5...br /Now I'm just waiting to feel like wanting to clean. Got it?div class="blogger-post-footer"img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2494012953748530791-125762748100258456?l=amabroni.blogspot.com' alt='' //div -
in the footsteps of yesterday
» The English version of it all a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5T1QxuE8xbI/SyaraJjmLbI/AAAAAAAAAhY/M87CB-SXojM/s1600-h/DSCF5683.JPG"img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5T1QxuE8xbI/SyaraJjmLbI/AAAAAAAAAhY/M87CB-SXojM/s320/DSCF5683.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415204067689770418" border="0" //aOk, follow up from yesterday.br /br /Here are the gingerbread cookies in full. Full of yummy nonstops... So sorry they are not in MY house. But they will be. On the 22nd. Me and hubby will definitely be baking the compulsory gingerbread cookies, in my mother's kitchen. Home sweet home....br /br /span style="font-size:180%;"16/span gingerbread cookies on the span style="font-size:180%;"16th of December./spanbr /br /They have reported 23 degrees below zero tomorrow. Centigrades, not Fahrenheit. - 23!div class="blogger-post-footer"img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2494012953748530791-1111487820889836312?l=amabroni.blogspot.com' alt='' //div -
snow snow nonstop (xmas wish)
» The English version of it all a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5T1QxuE8xbI/SyadXTnX4UI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/6rnetPONBuI/s1600-h/DSCF5680.JPG"img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5T1QxuE8xbI/SyadXTnX4UI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/6rnetPONBuI/s320/DSCF5680.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415188625687568706" border="0" //aThe inspirator of my blog advent calendar has been forced to contribute with a picture.br /br /This will be a short post. Christmas is coming too fast, I think there is something I have to do that I haven't done before I travel home on Monday, but I can't put my finger on it...br /br /Anyway, this is an excerpt (?) of Guros gingerbread house. We decorate with icing sugar and nonstop. Nonstops are color coated chocolate chips. Compulsory for gingerbread decoration....br /br /span style="font-size:180%;"15/span nonstops on the span style="font-size:180%;"15th of December./spandiv class="blogger-post-footer"img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2494012953748530791-1731255928308848588?l=amabroni.blogspot.com' alt='' //div -
Buttons up!
» The English version of it all a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5T1QxuE8xbI/SyQb-Iuj_fI/AAAAAAAAAhI/74s4FUD3f0Y/s1600-h/IMG_7061.JPG"img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5T1QxuE8xbI/SyQb-Iuj_fI/AAAAAAAAAhI/74s4FUD3f0Y/s320/IMG_7061.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414483406314798578" border="0" //aSo I found all these buttons in a shop in Trondheim. Love Trondheim. I'm quite indifferent to buttons, but they were cool, and together and many.br /br /Today we are lighting the span style="font-size:130%;"Christmas Tree/span in the Kindergarten after work. It's a gathering for the kids and parents. Hot dogs, Santa Claus is visiting, lottery, christmas carols... and they have reported span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"R-A-I-N/span!br /br /Ugly ugly ugly rain. We want span style="font-size:180%;"snow/span. We live almost at the North Pole. Give us snow, damn it!br /br /Ok. I will relax. span style="font-size:180%;"14/span buttons on the span style="font-size:180%;"14th of December./spandiv class="blogger-post-footer"img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2494012953748530791-5846167404639774252?l=amabroni.blogspot.com' alt='' //div -
Everyone is an expert
» The English version of it all a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5T1QxuE8xbI/SyFVP6-emsI/AAAAAAAAAgg/E11F1_iLwHY/s1600-h/mor+og+far+%28105%29.JPG"img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5T1QxuE8xbI/SyFVP6-emsI/AAAAAAAAAgg/E11F1_iLwHY/s320/mor+og+far+%28105%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413701959093754562" border="0" //aWhen my parents visited me and my husband in Ghana two years ago, we took them round. Of course we visited my "hometown" Kumasi.br /On the way back from the Garden City, we got a ride with hubby's sister's work car. We thought this was gonna make us get back to Accra faster than the dreaded Slow Transport Company (STC). We were wrong.br /br /First of all, all the ladies had to do an hours shopping in Ejisu. They left the bus, were gone for an hour, and came back with half of Ejisu's plantain population. My parents watched in awe as they stuffed the bus beyond full with plantain and other tubers. There were no ways in or out of the bus anymore.br /br /Not to our suprise, along the way the tyre exploded. Heavy load? Anyway.br /The equipment used to fix tyres and such things hadn't been used forever and had rusted into the car - it was stuck. So what happens? Yes, the "Everyone is an expert" phenomenon hits all the guys. But that didnt help. What helped was a truck from Mali with two REAL men inside, that had equipment and skills, and heart. Bless them for stopping, my mom was about to boil away. It was noon.br /br /So in the picture there should be span style="font-size:180%;"13 /spanexperts on the span style="font-size:180%;"13th of December./span Can you spot them all?div class="blogger-post-footer"img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2494012953748530791-8074676638285741891?l=amabroni.blogspot.com' alt='' //div -
Confused
» The English version of it all Nobody wants to tell me that I posted two posts on the 9th of December, cos nobody wants to tell me what a moron I am :-) Sorry for being so unprofessional, I'll straighten myself up!!div class="blogger-post-footer"img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2494012953748530791-231124804328112501?l=amabroni.blogspot.com' alt='' //div -
On the 12th day of Christmas...
» The English version of it all a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5T1QxuE8xbI/SyFdHaiOiII/AAAAAAAAAg4/G-Ka3WwKxWA/s1600-h/oktober+%2889%29.JPG"img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 188px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5T1QxuE8xbI/SyFdHaiOiII/AAAAAAAAAg4/G-Ka3WwKxWA/s320/oktober+%2889%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413710609039394946" border="0" //a12 cute kids from the nursery I worked in in Tema in 2007.br /br /They are actually lining up here to sing the national anthem and recite the Lord's prayer.br /br /But who cares when there is a weird obroni there with a camera?br /br /Let's look at teacher Ama instead!br /br /Lovely, wild kids.br /br /span style="font-size:180%;"12/span is the number, on the span style="font-size:180%;"12th of December/span!div class="blogger-post-footer"img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2494012953748530791-5489900409350539924?l=amabroni.blogspot.com' alt='' //div -
Go go go HIGH!
» The English version of it all a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5T1QxuE8xbI/SyFYrFSgwLI/AAAAAAAAAgo/H-JNX0PfKOM/s1600-h/ghana+-+moroccoo+%2834%29.JPG"img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 218px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5T1QxuE8xbI/SyFYrFSgwLI/AAAAAAAAAgo/H-JNX0PfKOM/s320/ghana+-+moroccoo+%2834%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413705724253487282" border="0" //a"Just put a picture of a football team", hubby says when I'm worrying about how to find a picture with 11 things in it. I don't feel like going out looking for a football team, so I look at my external harddisk.br /br /And what do I find? Ghana vs. Morocco in the African Cup of Nations in 2008. We were there, at Ohene Djan magnificent stadium, after waiting, wondering, pushing in the Post Office to get a ticket to the game. Weee, I was so happy. And it was SO exciting. And we won! Yay!!br /br /On the field there are span style="font-size:180%;"11/span people, Morrocans, Ghanaians and the referee, on the span style="font-size:180%;"11th of December./spandiv class="blogger-post-footer"img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2494012953748530791-4830717025741711037?l=amabroni.blogspot.com' alt='' //div -
Yum, yum, give me some!
» The English version of it all a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5T1QxuE8xbI/SyANGrG0xuI/AAAAAAAAAgY/bv0kxYKnqBE/s1600-h/IMG_7056.JPG"img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5T1QxuE8xbI/SyANGrG0xuI/AAAAAAAAAgY/bv0kxYKnqBE/s320/IMG_7056.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413341160401061602" border="0" //aYummy! This is Christmas in Norway. Klementiner. What is that in English? My husband calls them tangerines. Whatever it's called, they are small oranges and taste like Christmas cos for some reason, we buy these in excess in Christmas.br /br /I guess they are in season somewhere during this time of year, and that's why they happened to be a December phenomenon here in the North. It's not like we grow them here exactly.br /br /I buy bunches of them. I love them and they are cheap AND healthy! 3 in 1! 3br /br /br / Here are span style="font-size:180%;"10/span of them on the span style="font-size:180%;"10th of December./spandiv class="blogger-post-footer"img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2494012953748530791-1259454552996616258?l=amabroni.blogspot.com' alt='' //div -
A star is shining tonight
» The English version of it all a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5T1QxuE8xbI/SyAIhUbeFHI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/tzqHC4KjcVQ/s1600-h/IMG_7053.JPG"img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5T1QxuE8xbI/SyAIhUbeFHI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/tzqHC4KjcVQ/s320/IMG_7053.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413336120611968114" border="0" //aspan style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" br /br /br /br /br /br /br /br /br /br /br /br /This is the holiest hourbr /Heaven is now in sightbr /Listen to bells that are chimingbr /Christmas has come tonightbr /br /Sweet are the voices high abovebr /Singing of peace and of lovebr /All of the world is filled with lightbr /A star is shining tonightbr /br /Now he is resting among usbr /On Bethlehem's golden strawbr /Night giving way as we stand herebr /Watching this child with awe/spanbr /br /This is one of my favorite Christmas carols, translated into English from Norwegian. If you wanna hear the Norrwegian version, click a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pyZmeUCtrcs"here/a. And, if you wanna hear my husband's choir back in Ghana sing the song in Norwegian, click a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zLgUhNeqKDg"here!!/a (He is gonna kill me now...)br /br /Anyway, a star is shining tonight, and span style="font-size:180%;"9/span candles are shining on my red IKEA plate on the span style="font-size:180%;"9th of December.br //spandiv class="blogger-post-footer"img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2494012953748530791-7248135285679363473?l=amabroni.blogspot.com' alt='' //div -
Marry me!
» The English version of it all a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5T1QxuE8xbI/Sx66kjcXeVI/AAAAAAAAAgA/qzq5SRMiV9A/s1600-h/IMG_5553.JPG"img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5T1QxuE8xbI/Sx66kjcXeVI/AAAAAAAAAgA/qzq5SRMiV9A/s320/IMG_5553.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412968939298191698" border="0" //aWow. This project of mine is getting harder and harder each day of December that passes. It might have to do with the fact that the numers are increasing fast! Until now I have found pictures that I have already taken that fit with the numbers, but I might have to start arranging pictures.. Or take my camera everywhere and take pictures of numerous things. I see all the kids everyday and think: Oh, how easy it would be to take pictures from work, but of course it's not something I would do!br /br /Today the choice fell on wedding invitations. These are my sister's wedding invitations, that I made for her wedding in August this year. I was very content with them. Simple yet classy and beautiful. Me like. She also liked them, luckily. :-)br /br /span style="font-size: 180%;"9/span invitations on the span style="font-size: 180%;"9th/span of December.div class="blogger-post-footer"img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2494012953748530791-712922335083999606?l=amabroni.blogspot.com' alt='' //div -
Happy Birthday!
» The English version of it all a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5T1QxuE8xbI/Sx62lZ9zr3I/AAAAAAAAAf4/z1bKpbpFowQ/s1600-h/IMG_6951.JPG"img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5T1QxuE8xbI/Sx62lZ9zr3I/AAAAAAAAAf4/z1bKpbpFowQ/s320/IMG_6951.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412964555887456114" border="0" //abr /br /br /br /br /br /br /br /br /br /br /br /br /Today is my span style="font-size:130%;"sister in law's birthday!/span Hooray for her!br /Therefore, a birthday cake in her honor. This birthday cake isn't very tasty. It is made of wood.br /br /It was our birthday present for a little angel whose 2nd birthday passed a few weeks ago. She has a little play kitchen in her house, and there are all these beautiful wooden toys, food shaped, that you can buy. Kids have so many toys nowadays, much more than they need. So if I'm first buying for kids, I want it to be a little educational (cake??) and good quality. Not only Fisher Price plastic fantastic! So I was very happy with this cake, and the birthday girl seemed to like it too!br /br /Now you are thinking: what has this got to do with number span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" 8/span? Try to count the decorations/candles on the cake.br /br /Yep, it's span style="font-size:180%;"8/span little removable thingies on the cake on the span style="font-size:180%;"8th/span of December!div class="blogger-post-footer"img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2494012953748530791-595964363481839411?l=amabroni.blogspot.com' alt='' //div -
Friends forever
» The English version of it all a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5T1QxuE8xbI/SxuMEzFwqxI/AAAAAAAAAfo/u1HldRH_abc/s1600-h/DSC01710.JPG"img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 342px; height: 256px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5T1QxuE8xbI/SxuMEzFwqxI/AAAAAAAAAfo/u1HldRH_abc/s320/DSC01710.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412073391277517586" border="0" //aOn a special day now 5 months ago, this picture was taken. The girls in the photo are representing my gang of girlfriends from my hometown where I grew up. We were tight back then, in high school. We were a group of 7-8 girls and we called ourselvesbr /span style="font-size:180%;""the gang"./span Cheezy? But so good to have someone you are so span style="font-size:130%;"comfortable /spanwith. After high school we spread all over, and we dont talk on the phone every day or meet all the time. We meet when we go home for summer or Christmas. We have also started a tradition called "gang get together", which have been arranged on two different cities in Norway. Those who are able, travel there, and we meet and have a smashing weekend together.br /This picture is taken on my wedding day. For my wedding, it was really important that I was able to get guests from all sides of my life, and I invited all the gang for the wedding. 5 of them made it, and I'm SO happy they came! I had friends there from uni and from my time in Ghana, but these friends are the oldest, the ones who come from where I come from, and who knows my whole background. And they looked span style="font-size:180%;"SO/span hot all of them!br /br /Here we are, the span style="font-size:180%;"7 /spanof us. On the span style="font-size:180%;"7th/span of December.div class="blogger-post-footer"img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2494012953748530791-5887020540513054420?l=amabroni.blogspot.com' alt='' //div -
Not Expect Power Always
» The English version of it all a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5T1QxuE8xbI/SxgRZFJMxAI/AAAAAAAAAfA/Vk2r7ASnqIE/s1600-h/November+%287%29.JPG"img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5T1QxuE8xbI/SxgRZFJMxAI/AAAAAAAAAfA/Vk2r7ASnqIE/s320/November+%287%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411094074860815362" border="0" //aAnd maybe expect trouble when you abuse a single plug. But when that is the only plug you have in your little single room in Mangoase, what can you do? Get a lot of extensions and plug in everything you can. This is me and hubby's creation. It went well, but I guess it wasn't the safest electrical fixture... :-) When in need....br /br /6 things are connected into the little poor plug.br /br /On December 6th.div class="blogger-post-footer"img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2494012953748530791-6705997101024248257?l=amabroni.blogspot.com' alt='' //div -
High 5
» The English version of it all a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5T1QxuE8xbI/SxgWqJkv-jI/AAAAAAAAAfg/HfH8ut_TFxc/s1600-h/IMG_5780.JPG"img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5T1QxuE8xbI/SxgWqJkv-jI/AAAAAAAAAfg/HfH8ut_TFxc/s320/IMG_5780.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411099865666026034" border="0" //aHere is a picture that is capturing 5 important people in my life.br /br /From the left, friend Vero, my nephew Gaute, on his grandma's lap, my MOM, me (come on, we all know we are important in our own lives) and another friend, Guro.br /br /The picture is taken on my birthday this year. We went to eat out and came home to our humble apartement to eat cake. And for grandma to spend quality time with her nephew!br /br /span style="font-size:180%;"5/span nice people on the span style="font-size:180%;"5th/span of December.div class="blogger-post-footer"img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2494012953748530791-3474153374537204820?l=amabroni.blogspot.com' alt='' //div -
quatro
» The English version of it all a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5T1QxuE8xbI/SxgUcwsdRsI/AAAAAAAAAfY/KuQc9wUfZj8/s1600-h/IMG_5685.JPG"img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5T1QxuE8xbI/SxgUcwsdRsI/AAAAAAAAAfY/KuQc9wUfZj8/s320/IMG_5685.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411097436625913538" border="0" //a4 little Norwegian angels in their traditional wear, captured on the beautiful 17th of May this year. At a celebration arrangement, traditional folk music was played and dancers performed Norwegian traditional dance.br /br /But someone else also wanted to join in and stole the show. So cute.br /br /span style="font-size:180%;"4/span little angels on the span style="font-size:180%;"4th span style="font-size:100%;"of December./spanbr //spandiv class="blogger-post-footer"img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2494012953748530791-5883774066527100909?l=amabroni.blogspot.com' alt='' //div -
Nutrition
» The English version of it all a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5T1QxuE8xbI/Sxa82L-LUkI/AAAAAAAAAe4/quNFHu6HEzY/s1600-h/IMG_7024.JPG"img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5T1QxuE8xbI/Sxa82L-LUkI/AAAAAAAAAe4/quNFHu6HEzY/s320/IMG_7024.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410719641444766274" border="0" //aLately, I've been doing quite alot of exercise, been going to the gym about 4 times a week, getting up in the morning to run to the gym, and eating as healthy as possible. It has paid off small small, in both kilos and centimetres. One of my new eating habits consists of eating a new type of bread, healthier and without wheat flour. It's made from rye and sunflower seeds and bran (?) and... whatever. Supposed to be healthy. I don't know how much it has meant in my life, but I bake them myself and I baked span style="font-size:180%;"3/span today, on the 3rd of December.div class="blogger-post-footer"img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2494012953748530791-4682443760268032732?l=amabroni.blogspot.com' alt='' //div -
Hall 3
» The English version of it all a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5T1QxuE8xbI/SxVwyfALT5I/AAAAAAAAAew/8JpZUfltsA4/s1600/Bilde+039.jpg"img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5T1QxuE8xbI/SxVwyfALT5I/AAAAAAAAAew/8JpZUfltsA4/s320/Bilde+039.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410354539973529490" border="0" //aHall 3 will always have a special place in my heart. I only spent 5 months of my life there, but it was a very significant part of my life. Hall 3 is the student block on the Dar Es Salaam University Campus, where they put the female exchange students, together with female Tanzanian students. I did one semester of my bachelor in African Studies in Tanzania in the fall of 2005. In Hall 3 I built up a relationship with my current husband. I spent 5 months in the same room as a classmate. We shared toilets and bathrooms with all kinds of girls. We had friends upstairs and downstairs and the first floor. We had a balcony with view to the Indian Ocean. We had monkeys and bush babies visiting us veeery close. And we had water shortage. In Tanzania I experienced the most extreme water shortages I have experienced during my times in Africa. Considering we were so many sharing toilets I guess it was much more noticable.br /br /Today it is the 2nd December, therefore the picture has to include span style="font-size:180%;"2/span things (and they have to be of the same thing). These are the two sinks on our floor that was the first place to stop on the way back to our room from lectures or town. Specially my roomate Kine went straight to the sinks when returning to the hall (especially when it had been no water when we left the building). Usually I heard her angry or disappointed shout: Hamna maji! (No water = Swahili). But sometimes you could hear an excited shriek, following by Kine rushing into the room, ripping her clothes off and heading for the shower. You'd never know how long the running water would actually run.br /br /At night during shortages, we left the taps open, so we would be awaken by the water flowing if it happened to come. And when it did, we got up, collected water and took a shower. At 3am.br /br /Should I repeat the fact that I love water? But I also loved Hall 3 in a funny kind of hatred-ish way.div class="blogger-post-footer"img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2494012953748530791-2674531824684951541?l=amabroni.blogspot.com' alt='' //div -
Countdown to Christmas
» The English version of it all a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5T1QxuE8xbI/SxVpom8D72I/AAAAAAAAAeo/x_tjuczYIGk/s1600/cherry.jpg"img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5T1QxuE8xbI/SxVpom8D72I/AAAAAAAAAeo/x_tjuczYIGk/s320/cherry.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410346673723666274" border="0" //aOk, a href="http://mayasearth.blogspot.com/"Maya/a, you guessed it. My project up to Christmas Eve (which is the day mostly celebrated in Norway, and the day all the children look forward to), is an advent calendar. I don't know if this is a Western or a European or Scandinavian tradition?br /It's anyway a tradition which includes a calendar that has 24 days. Or numbers. Some parents make 24 little gifts for their kids that they wrap, and the kids get one gift each day up to Christmas. Some calendars are mass produced with a chocolate each day. On TV they have a special advent series for the kids, that also has 24 episodes. In the kindergarten where I work, we have a calendar of gingerbread cookies. One kid gets one each day up to Christmas.br /br /So this is my span style="font-size:130%;"big secret/span - I'm having a blogging calendar. It is gonna work like this:br /Each day I have to put a picture with an amount of things on it referring to the date we have. Terrible English explanation, but you understand! So we start today with picture number 1, on the FIRST of December, it's a picture of ONE thing, And this is not just a picture, it's a QUIZ!br /br /What is on the picture?! Anyone? :-)br /span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" br /(By the way, the pic is copyrighted to my friend, Mario!)/spandiv class="blogger-post-footer"img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2494012953748530791-3805040754318499540?l=amabroni.blogspot.com' alt='' //div -
just keep writing
» The English version of it all a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5T1QxuE8xbI/SxQkuhbvVeI/AAAAAAAAAeg/I7JaObD2Q2o/s1600/IMG_7010.JPG"img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5T1QxuE8xbI/SxQkuhbvVeI/AAAAAAAAAeg/I7JaObD2Q2o/s320/IMG_7010.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409989434046109154" border="0" //aOk, this blogging break havent been good for me. I feel really lazy again. But tomorrow starts my new project, and I have to complete it. Day by day. So.... Keep reading guys, a new thing is on the way. Thanks to an idea from my friend, a href="http://guros.weblogg.no/"Guro/a! :-)br /br /-- span style="font-style: italic;"A little hint.../spandiv class="blogger-post-footer"img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2494012953748530791-3528796121490159919?l=amabroni.blogspot.com' alt='' //div -
I'm dreaming of a white Christmas
» The English version of it all a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5T1QxuE8xbI/SxAZ-33R0UI/AAAAAAAAAeY/Ld_CCi19CuE/s1600/Lys4.jpg"img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408851720410353986" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5T1QxuE8xbI/SxAZ-33R0UI/AAAAAAAAAeY/Ld_CCi19CuE/s320/Lys4.jpg" //a Hi guys,br /div/divbr /divI am around. Just preparing a special advent edition of the blog./divdiv /divdivThis is how it hopefully is gonna look like when the waiting time is over and I'll be home for Christmas. Lots of snow and beautiful light on the sky.../divdiv class="blogger-post-footer"img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2494012953748530791-2298157258700485553?l=amabroni.blogspot.com' alt='' //div -
Competition!
» The English version of it all a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5T1QxuE8xbI/SwrtP8E7WkI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/dY1KtZw9KSs/s1600/1988a.jpg"img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 211px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5T1QxuE8xbI/SwrtP8E7WkI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/dY1KtZw9KSs/s320/1988a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407395160692316738" border="0" //aThink out a new, smart blogging-each-day-project I can start now that the alphabet thing is over!br /br /The person who wins gets to make Christmats gingerbread cookies with me! :) As I'm doing here, 100 years ago, together with my sister and mom. I'm the lovely lady to the left, with the lovely girly hairdo.. Making a gingerbread house, important Norwegian tradition.br /Cant wait for Christmas to begin!div class="blogger-post-footer"img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2494012953748530791-9166946246804214283?l=amabroni.blogspot.com' alt='' //div -
Now I know my A. B, C's...
» The English version of it all a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5T1QxuE8xbI/SwkIH4cQ8II/AAAAAAAAAeI/gMoq18JoueE/s1600/door.jpg"img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5T1QxuE8xbI/SwkIH4cQ8II/AAAAAAAAAeI/gMoq18JoueE/s320/door.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406861759138033794" border="0" //aAs Maya and Ellen have pointed out along this journey through the alphabet, I have made more than one mistake. I skipped span style="font-size:180%;"E/span and now I think that there are 2 letters after span style="font-size:180%;"Y/span. You can't really blame me though, in Norwegian there are 3 more letters in the alphabet, span style="font-size:180%;"Æ/span, span style="font-size:180%;"Ø /spanand span style="font-size:180%;"Å/span.br /But now I'm at the end of the road, wondering what to do next. Now I need a new project and if anyone has an idea, give me! I know a friend has suggested one picture from each year of my life. Interesting challenge. Access to digital pictures from those days are limited, span style="font-style: italic;"now/span. But at home in my parents house, my father has a huge library of photos. He has one or two folders for each year since the 60's, and he has a scanner. So getting pictures WILL be possible. During Christmas, when I'm going home (hurray!).br /br /But today's picture I have known the whole time what would be. A picture from span style="font-size:180%;"span style="font-weight: bold;"Z/spananzibar/span. I spent a semester in Tanzania when I was in Uni, and outside Dar Es Salaam where I stayed, lie the beautiful islands of Zanzibar. Zanzibar is commonly seen as one particular place, but it consists of the two islands, Unguja and Pemba. Unguja is the main island where most tourists visit. My life long regret will be that I only went there twice within those 5 months I was there... It was truly amazing, beautiful, paradisic (a word?), special, magic. Such an amazing mix of Asian and African culture, together with the Islamic. Herbs, fruits, scarfs, colours, fish, white beaches, superblue water. The smell of cloves everywhere. The night food market, the lovely restaurants with the amazing Zanzibari food, different from anything you'd get anywhere else in Tanzania. The calls for prayer all over the island, the narrow streets, and finally - The span style="font-size:180%;"span style="font-weight: bold;"Z/span/spananzibari Doors, which I have decided to show today. This is how the traditional doors used to look like. They are hand carved, and were originally supposed to protect and show wealth and security.br /br /Zanzibar is an amazing place, it's not just a cliche in the tourist brochures. Gosh, now I REALLY feel like going there!!br /br /span style="font-style: italic;"The picture is stolen from a friend, Kristin! Hope you dont mind I stole your photo.../spandiv class="blogger-post-footer"img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2494012953748530791-5575201609744904714?l=amabroni.blogspot.com' alt='' //div -
Lazy
» The English version of it all a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5T1QxuE8xbI/Swg-5cmPpBI/AAAAAAAAAeA/Qb6I_FUtfVk/s1600/IMG_6240.JPG"img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5T1QxuE8xbI/Swg-5cmPpBI/AAAAAAAAAeA/Qb6I_FUtfVk/s320/IMG_6240.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406640509308347410" border="0" //aIt's weekend and weekends are used to relax, and not work right? So a cheap shot... Y is for span style="font-size:180%;"span style="font-weight: bold;"Y/spanngvild/span. Picture taken in a museum in my hometown, where my sister had her wedding ceremony and reception this summer. It's an old house where the richest family in Vadsø lived in the 19th century. Old furniture, old wallpaper, old paintings, and very cool atmosphere. I couldn't help myself and had to get some pictures taken. Unfortunately my clothes and glasses were too up to date to make it authentic, but I think I have the serious 19th century woman facial expression. Haha.br /br /Have a lovely weekend you guys!br /br /Help.. I have only 2 letters left!! Ideas on what my next row of posts should be about??div class="blogger-post-footer"img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2494012953748530791-2079684594868873267?l=amabroni.blogspot.com' alt='' //div -
xcuse me
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Never underestimate the power of water
» The English version of it all a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5T1QxuE8xbI/SwTnTvSyCSI/AAAAAAAAAd4/vANkFF-fGRc/s1600/n802770607_2729015_4539.jpg"img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5T1QxuE8xbI/SwTnTvSyCSI/AAAAAAAAAd4/vANkFF-fGRc/s320/n802770607_2729015_4539.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405699779050211618" border="0" //aspan style="font-size:180%;"span style="font-weight: bold;"W/spanater/span is something I like alot. I grew up in Norway, used to constant flow of water and electricity and all that. Living the sweet, comfortable life. Of course not knowing myself how well off I actually was. Until I experienced water shortages in Ghana. In Tanzania. After experiencing 5 days in a row without any water, while living in a student dorm in Tanzania, sharing 1 toilet with 7 girls. Or after days without water in Ghana, while sharing a toilet with a a href="http://amabroni.blogspot.com/2008/07/intro.html"family of 5 /a+ all their friends and neighbors. After taking a bath in bottled water, or after buying a bag of sachet water, cutting them up and pouring them in a bucket to later use it for bathing. Washing clothes with a deciliter of water cos you have to save. Waking up early and run down 7 floors to fill up all you have that can carry water from the water tank on campus before its empty. I could go on and on.br /br /No matter how priviliged I was before, I HAVE LEARNED. Water is so basic. The presence of water decides how your day is gonna be. I love water. And it's a human right. And, it starts with span style="font-size:180%;"W./span The picture is from Tanzania, on an incredibly hot day.div class="blogger-post-footer"img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2494012953748530791-2915914137101519535?l=amabroni.blogspot.com' alt='' //div -
Home, sweet home!
» The English version of it all a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5T1QxuE8xbI/SwMZjvF-fYI/AAAAAAAAAdo/RWFzURB9tpA/s1600/n703161252_88872_2596%5B1%5D.jpg"img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5T1QxuE8xbI/SwMZjvF-fYI/AAAAAAAAAdo/RWFzURB9tpA/s320/n703161252_88872_2596%5B1%5D.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405192079502376322" border="0" //aa onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5T1QxuE8xbI/SwMagnvfYLI/AAAAAAAAAdw/MgvnIE1li2g/s1600/n500954791_53029_4932%5B1%5D.jpg"img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5T1QxuE8xbI/SwMagnvfYLI/AAAAAAAAAdw/MgvnIE1li2g/s320/n500954791_53029_4932%5B1%5D.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405193125501034674" border="0" //abr /I've spent the whole evening looking for a picture starting with U. Getting more and more annoyed at how hard it was. Not remembering that span style="font-style: italic;"yesterday/span was the U-day. Today is V and Very easy. V is fospan style="font-size:180%;"span style="font-size:100%;"r/spanspan style="font-weight: bold;" V/spanadsø/span span style="font-size:180%;"/span, my hometown, where I spent the first 18 years of my life before I jumped on a plane headed for Ghana. It's a small town, far north in Norway, with about 6000 something inhabitants. Here it is in the dark. I live right below the Hill from where the photo is taken. The big lighted area right below is my primary school.br /br /In the next pic, taken from the air, you can see parts of the city covered in snow. The island in the top of the picture was actually the real Vadsø. Vadsø means Water Island, and the first known settlements in this area was on that island, rather than on the mainland. It's a nice place, come visit! :-)div class="blogger-post-footer"img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2494012953748530791-3193952583642485845?l=amabroni.blogspot.com' alt='' //div -
Unn-Eirill
» The English version of it all a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5T1QxuE8xbI/SwHKaU_DH6I/AAAAAAAAAdg/pJfbEj7CDGQ/s1600/P1000945.JPG"img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5T1QxuE8xbI/SwHKaU_DH6I/AAAAAAAAAdg/pJfbEj7CDGQ/s320/P1000945.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404823581479870370" border="0" //aspanThis is one of my best friends. /spanspan style="font-size:180%;"span style="font-weight: bold;"U/spannn-Eirill./spanspan She is, like me, blessed with a name close to impossible to pronounce outside Norway. I met her when I was a fresh student at NTNU in Trondheim, ready to start my wonderfully (so far useless) bachelor's degree in African Studies. She was one of 3 girls who were getting involved with The African Studies Student Union. Those 3 girls became my best friends throughout my studies. And I still keep them close. We have been trying to keep Unn-Eirill close but she keeps moving further and further away from us... /spanbr /br /Together we have:br /span style="font-weight: bold;"1./span Travelled on a crazy university trip to Ghanabr /span style="font-weight: bold;"2./span Had millions of lovely nights together with the 2 other girls - accompanied by wine or chocolate.br /span style="font-weight: bold;"3./span Rode the last leg of a biking tour where I live, during my bachelorette partybr /span style="font-weight: bold;"4./span Cooked for 500 students during the International Student Festival in Trondheimbr /span style="font-weight: bold;"5. /spanLaughed!!br /br /Unn! I miss you. Don't move to Harstad. Move here!!br /br /span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"span style="font-size:78%;"Pic:/span /spanspan style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" Eating light soup at my wedding!/spandiv class="blogger-post-footer"img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2494012953748530791-7763929172431617645?l=amabroni.blogspot.com' alt='' //div -
The terrible (??) two's
» The English version of it all a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5T1QxuE8xbI/SwBUZnDpxfI/AAAAAAAAAdY/CLp7OWw0Rj4/s1600-h/IMG_6970.JPG"img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5T1QxuE8xbI/SwBUZnDpxfI/AAAAAAAAAdY/CLp7OWw0Rj4/s320/IMG_6970.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404412351802361330" border="0" //aToday we have celebrated a very special person. She is a mix of Ghana and Norway and the most precious little girl I know. And by far the most beautiful. I cant wait till I get one of those of my own.br /Today it was miss Fafaly's birthday and she turned the magic number of span style="font-size:180%;"span style="font-weight: bold;"T/spanWO./span Isn't she gorgeous?br /a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5T1QxuE8xbI/SwBUZeii-HI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/XoEZRhoJNYc/s1600-h/IMG_6971.JPG"img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5T1QxuE8xbI/SwBUZeii-HI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/XoEZRhoJNYc/s320/IMG_6971.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404412349516019826" border="0" //adiv class="blogger-post-footer"img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2494012953748530791-5756697776322926503?l=amabroni.blogspot.com' alt='' //div -
Super Saturday
» The English version of it all a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5T1QxuE8xbI/Sv9FH9fVjMI/AAAAAAAAAdI/4oo3bZXqcdI/s1600-h/IMG_6944.JPG"img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5T1QxuE8xbI/Sv9FH9fVjMI/AAAAAAAAAdI/4oo3bZXqcdI/s320/IMG_6944.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404114080935283906" border="0" //aToday my good friend invited me to join her on a trip into Trondheim, the biggest city near to where I live. It's also the city I studied African Studies for 3 years. I really love it there. But I dont know anymore if I want to live there. Anyway its nice to have it just a good hours drive from where I live now.br /br /The point IS. That we got paid yesterday, and today we went span style="font-size:180%;"span style="font-weight: bold;"S/spanhopping/span! Yay. In Trondheim, they have many more shops and stuff than here. That actually means that it's harder to get anything done, cause you keep walking from shop to shop.br /But someone are the lucky recievers of these for their birthdays and Christmas. And I have a lovely dress for my job's Christmas party.br /br /Good things:br /br /1. Went to Trondheim with a good friend.br /2. Got to feel the big city feeling.br /3. The weather was milder than it has been lately, and its warm in my bathroom again (long story, might tell you later, if only to vent my own frustration...)br /br /Good Sunday to all!div class="blogger-post-footer"img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2494012953748530791-8095256120749230078?l=amabroni.blogspot.com' alt='' //div -
Long time no see
» The English version of it all a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5T1QxuE8xbI/Sv3H9KUHQAI/AAAAAAAAAdA/xpG4fpOXEAU/s1600-h/IMG_6642.JPG"img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5T1QxuE8xbI/Sv3H9KUHQAI/AAAAAAAAAdA/xpG4fpOXEAU/s320/IMG_6642.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403694981469126658" border="0" //aFriday.br /The best day of the week if you ask me.br /At work we joke and laugh and really get into the Friday mood. It's such an easy day to get through. It's just a happy day.br /Unfortunately for my wanting to be a little bit healthier, Friday is also a day where there is snacks, chocolate, cakes or something bad in our lunch break room...br /br /I fell to the temptation today and ate some chocolate. Right English? Who cares. I was at the gym this morning and burned them off in advance.br /Over to today's picture. It is R for span style="font-size:180%;"span style="font-weight: bold;"R/spaneunion. /spanThese two girls were exchange students in Ghana when I was there 8 years ago. We attended the same program. The one in the middle is from USA and the one to the left is from Norway. We met in Trondheim in August. The two girls lived in Sunyani while I lived in Kumasi, but we travelled together, and met on camps for exchange students. Two very funny and interesting girls I have shared a lot of crazy times with. Let me sum up:br /br /1. a 26 hour boat trip on the Volta lake, through sunshine and thunderstorms.br /2. a taxi ride from Busua to Takoradi, a 5 person car carrying 12 people.br /3. nights in Tamale guesthouses with curfew and scary police with big guns (during the Yendi crisis in 2002).br /br /GOod times.div class="blogger-post-footer"img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2494012953748530791-5762601473030682607?l=amabroni.blogspot.com' alt='' //div -
Que?
» The English version of it all a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5T1QxuE8xbI/SvxP1UXHOdI/AAAAAAAAAc4/wpBt_GMMfL4/s1600-h/n802770607_2948501_3435.jpg"img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 227px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5T1QxuE8xbI/SvxP1UXHOdI/AAAAAAAAAc4/wpBt_GMMfL4/s320/n802770607_2948501_3435.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403281430355065298" border="0" //aOh my God, span style="font-size:180%;"Q/span?? I mean. I dont have anything. nothing. Apart from a pathetic try. This is an African span style="font-size:180%;"span style="font-weight: bold;"Q/spanueen/span. Haha. Have a nice weekend guys, I'll be better on R. Promise.br /br /span style="font-size:85%;"(Oh, by the way, it is ME.)/spanbr /br /By the way, good good good thing today. I put my fingers on a piano again at work, and was able to make melodies. Just using chords, but still. I like. :-)div class="blogger-post-footer"img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2494012953748530791-4282524891620183740?l=amabroni.blogspot.com' alt='' //div -
I have a problem finding titles for my posts
» The English version of it all a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5T1QxuE8xbI/SvsbmIDl3EI/AAAAAAAAAcw/B52aflmifYQ/s1600-h/DSC01715.JPG"img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5T1QxuE8xbI/SvsbmIDl3EI/AAAAAAAAAcw/B52aflmifYQ/s320/DSC01715.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402942519772568642" border="0" //aHey!br /br /I wanna say to all you new (and old) followers of the blog - span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-size:130%;" WELCOME!/spanbr /And I am honoured that you have decided to follow me, and I appreciate it!br /br /Today we have reached the letter span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" P/span. 10 letters left, if I'm not making a gigantic alphabet blunder again. And if I'm not adding the 3 extra letters we have in the Norwegian alphabet.br /br /Under P comes span style="font-size:180%;"span style="font-weight: bold;"P/spanounding/span fufu. Unfortunately the picture of me pounding doesn't exist on my harddisk, but I did pound it though. Trying to impress Hubby with fufu on an early stage of our relationship. The pic is taken in Haatso, Accra, where I stayed for a 4 month period, working as a personal assistant for a Norwegian student doing research in Ghana. We shared accomodation with this strapping young man who is pounding, while I'm doing the so called "driving" (?), span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" scared to death/spanspan style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" /spanthat my fingers will be one of the ingredients in the fufu.br /br /For those with no Ghanaian reference reading this, fufu is ... boiled yam, cassava and/or plaintain, which is pounded together like on the picture, and it eventually turns into a ball, sticky, like dough...which is placed into a delicious soup and eaten. And enjoyed!br /br /what is span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" YOUR/spanspan style="font-weight: bold;" /spanfavorite soup?br /br /Good things today (and these are good!):br /br /span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-weight: bold;"1./span Went to the 6.45 spinning class at the gym, all ALONE (usually i go with a friend).br /span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"2./span Had lots of chocolate in front of me during a staff meeting, but I didnt touch it.br /span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"3./span Finished my mom's Christmas present. I think.div class="blogger-post-footer"img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2494012953748530791-8146216474876856306?l=amabroni.blogspot.com' alt='' //div -
Obamarama
» The English version of it all a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5T1QxuE8xbI/SvnHg4N9B8I/AAAAAAAAAcg/i-cq9VC8wOQ/s1600-h/5771_1201123475428_1448808246_30551552_4833814_n.jpg"img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 207px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5T1QxuE8xbI/SvnHg4N9B8I/AAAAAAAAAcg/i-cq9VC8wOQ/s320/5771_1201123475428_1448808246_30551552_4833814_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402568595668273090" border="0" //aI'm exhausted. I dont want to write a lot of bullshit. So today, for O, there will be an span style="font-size:180%;"span style="font-weight: bold;"O/spanbama/span/Mills-joke. Haha funny for us who know Ghana, and really boring for the rest of you. Unless I explain it, that is ;-)br /br /John Atta-Mills (to the right, in case you were in doubt..) is the current president of Ghana. He made the deadly mistake of saying "ecomini" in a speech he held. So hereby, the funny joke...br /br /How to explain the word "paa" at the end of his thought..? Any Ghanaians wanna help here? "Paa" means.....Hubby says it doesnt exist in English. So how do I know in my head exactly what it means, but I cant explain it? Mills is basically saying: "Oh, Prez Obama, you are making fun of mee...ohh". You see? I had to add another Ghanaian thing ... ohh...br /br /Language is great!br /br /GOod night!div class="blogger-post-footer"img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2494012953748530791-2956836166503971405?l=amabroni.blogspot.com' alt='' //div -
In my Father's house
» The English version of it all a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5T1QxuE8xbI/SvhzUdW1q8I/AAAAAAAAAcY/zP2hibC8hAw/s1600-h/IMG_5620.JPG"img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5T1QxuE8xbI/SvhzUdW1q8I/AAAAAAAAAcY/zP2hibC8hAw/s320/IMG_5620.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402194548345908162" border="0" //aThis is the span style="font-size:180%;"span style="font-weight: bold;"N/spanidaros Cathedral/span, or Nidaros Dome in Trondheim. The build of this magnificent church commenced in the 1030's, risen over the burial ground of a Norwegian king, Olav, who is now known as Saint Olav. His mission was to gather Norway to one kingdom (when we were still many independent kingdoms), and also make it a Christian nation. He tried to do this with threaths, killing and injuring, and stealing land from those who refused to abide to this new religion. The traditional Norse Mythology stood strong in Norway and he gained many enemies by his ways. In the end he was murdered in a battle in Stiklestad, about 10 km north of where I live right now!br /br /It is said his hair and nails continued to grow after his death. People meant it to be a miracle, and his efforts to Christianize Norway paid off after his death. He is now known as Holy Olav or Saint Olav, the man who made Norway a Christian nation (although through bloodshed).br /br /Todays history lesson along with a photo of Hubby and me outside this astonishing building. It always fills me with awe looking at it, and being inside it (if you get to be alone without tourists) makes you wonder how such a thing could be build that long ago. I love the place.br /br /span style="font-size:130%;"Good things are not so hard to find:/spanbr /1. Sunshine, sunshine, frost.br /2. Warm feet all day in my new shoes.br /3. Tried out a new class at the gym and was suprised about my own (good) shape.div class="blogger-post-footer"img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2494012953748530791-681313291998782652?l=amabroni.blogspot.com' alt='' //div -
Me, myself and I
» The English version of it all a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5T1QxuE8xbI/Svc8fnq0bvI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/wN1pVeDUAwc/s1600-h/GetAttachment.as.jpg"img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5T1QxuE8xbI/Svc8fnq0bvI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/wN1pVeDUAwc/s320/GetAttachment.as.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401852791976390386" border="0" //aNo time, no time, need sleep. We have gotten to the letter M and I'm taking the cheap way out. A picture of span style="font-size:180%;"span style="font-weight: bold;"M/spane,/span the span style="font-size:180%;"span style="font-weight: bold;"M/spanountaineer.br /br /span style="font-size:100%;"Chopping wood last Easter at my br/span/spanspan style="font-size:100%;"other /spanin law's cabin... very Norwegian, and not so veryspan style="font-size:180%;" span style="font-weight: bold;"M/spane./spanbr /br /Night night.div class="blogger-post-footer"img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2494012953748530791-703628923873666473?l=amabroni.blogspot.com' alt='' //div -
My best friend
» The English version of it all a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5T1QxuE8xbI/SvYO8WIObPI/AAAAAAAAAcA/vgwA5VFmF6o/s1600-h/IMG_5849.JPG"img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5T1QxuE8xbI/SvYO8WIObPI/AAAAAAAAAcA/vgwA5VFmF6o/s320/IMG_5849.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401521232972508402" border="0" //aspan style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"Your /spanspan style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-size:130%;" best friend/spanspan style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);" should be someone you spend a lot of time with right?/spanbr /br /br /br /br /br /span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"Someone you share everything with and do everything with?/spanbr /br /I have a special friend and her name isspan style="font-size:180%;" span style="font-weight: bold;"br /L/spanaura. /spanbr /We met as exchange students in Ghana, spent 10 intense months in the same crazy country as confused teenagers. We attended a school so different from the schools we came from, we lived in families so different from those we had back home, we walked the streets of Kumasi, a city so far from our respective hometowns, hers in Germany, mine in Norway. We spent ALMOST every day of that year together. In school, in Baboo's Bazaar (for those who know Kumasi), after school, sharing a soda and sharing frustrations and funny stories. We experienced so many things together, and we had this, I would a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5T1QxuE8xbI/SvYQrdNqa1I/AAAAAAAAAcI/FhPeEWe9I0M/s1600-h/n802770607_2948499_2235.jpg"img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 230px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5T1QxuE8xbI/SvYQrdNqa1I/AAAAAAAAAcI/FhPeEWe9I0M/s320/n802770607_2948499_2235.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401523141839842130" border="0" //acall it, life-changing experience together.br /br /br /br /br /br /br /br /br /br /br /br /br /No one else can ever understand what we lived in Ghana. Nobody can replace the importance this girl represents in my life. Even though our intense year is 8 years behind us now, we are still friends. We have a loose pact to meet every year. She was here this year, as my maid of honor. So I guess I'm going to Germany in span style="font-size:130%;"2010/span!br /If you still live there! Will May be ok for you, honey?br /br /span style="font-size:180%;"Ich hab' dich lieb./spanbr /span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" br /Lower pic:br /Laura to the left, in our school uniforms from Kumasi Secondary Techincal School. Me to the right.br //spandiv class="blogger-post-footer"img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2494012953748530791-27785068413995582?l=amabroni.blogspot.com' alt='' //div -
Easy and safe
» The English version of it all a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5T1QxuE8xbI/SvS7ulBDXiI/AAAAAAAAAbw/Szr92MWbpGo/s1600-h/oktober+%288%29.JPG"img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 250px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5T1QxuE8xbI/SvS7ulBDXiI/AAAAAAAAAbw/Szr92MWbpGo/s320/oktober+%288%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401148262008970786" border="0" //abr /br /br /br /br /br /br /br /br /I have fallen behind I feel, cos of Wedenesday without a post. It's now one hour into Saturday but I will take time to post although I should go to sleep. What a lovely Friday. Had a visit from a friend from work, we drank beer and talked all night. It was lovely. And refreshing with span style="font-size:130%;"new people i/spann my life.br /br /We have come to the letter span style="font-weight: bold;"K/span, and I'm choosing something easy and safe. Hubby. His name is span style="font-size:180%;"span style="font-weight: bold;"K/spanofi /spanin Ghana. And here he is at Labadi beach. Before he put a ring on his finger.br /I am so span style="font-size:130%;"blessed/span.br /br /Played this song for our first dance at our wedding.br /br /span style="font-style: italic;font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;" I set out on a narrow way many years agobr /Hoping I would find true love along the broken roadbr /But I got lost a time or twobr /Wiped my brow and kept pushing throughbr /I couldn't see how every sign pointed straight to youbr /br /Every long lost dream led me to where you arebr /Others who broke my heart they were like Northern starsbr /Pointing me on my way into your loving armsbr /This much I know is truebr /That God blessed the broken roadbr /That led me straight to youbr /br /I think about the years I spent just passing throughbr /I'd like to have the time I lost and give it back to youbr /But you just smile and take my handbr /You've been there you understandbr /It's all part of a grander plan that is coming truebr /br /Now I'm just rolling homebr /Into my lover's armsbr /This much I know is truebr /That God blessed the broken roadbr /That led me straight to youbr /br /That God blessed the broken roadbr /That led me straight to you./spanbr /br /span style="font-size:85%;"span style="font-family:lucida grande;"(Rascal Flatts - God blessed the broken roads.)/span/spanbr /br /span style="font-size:180%;"Me do wu./spandiv class="blogger-post-footer"img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2494012953748530791-1823454117876393668?l=amabroni.blogspot.com' alt='' //div -
Jeeez....
» The English version of it all a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5T1QxuE8xbI/SvL1nZi_lKI/AAAAAAAAAbo/6oKDwvIdHMM/s1600-h/oktober+%2828%29.JPG"img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5T1QxuE8xbI/SvL1nZi_lKI/AAAAAAAAAbo/6oKDwvIdHMM/s320/oktober+%2828%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400648960392008866" border="0" //abr /br /br /br /br /br /br /br /br /br /br /br /br /I'm tired of all the things with this apartement. After the toilet finally got fixed, the internet started fooling. Actually, the internet fools about once every week. It's something about the server. I live in an apartement block. 4 apartements + the landlord is sharing an internet connection. The main server is in his house. We are on the top, and the internet keeps falling out here, but not downstairs. My computer says: span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-style: italic;"Cannot communicate with primary DNS-server./spanbr /br /Anyone wanna tell me what that means and how to fix it please? The landlord has to pull out a plug to the main router to get it to work again. And am I tired of calling and nagging at the landlord all the time? Yes. But he is very nice and patient though. So yesterday was internet free, and then you get to feel how addicted you actually are of this lovely invention. What was life like span style="font-size:130%;"without/span internet? Unbearable I guess.br /br /But yesterday should have been span style="font-size:130%;"J/span so here is span style="font-size:180%;"span style="font-weight: bold;"J/spanesus./span With his mama Mary. This picture frame hangs on the wall in my mother-in-law's house in Tema. My husband's nine year old (at the time) niece took this picture. I let her go around the house with my camera (nervously watching and making sure my lovely Canon Ixus didnt fall to the hard floor), taking pics of what she wanted. I liked that she took this picture of span style="font-size:130%;"Holy Mary and her Son. /spandiv class="blogger-post-footer"img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2494012953748530791-3827004952935954924?l=amabroni.blogspot.com' alt='' //div -
IIIIIIIII
» The English version of it all a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5T1QxuE8xbI/SvCbHq4MyxI/AAAAAAAAAbg/sRWkjyay3ho/s1600-h/IMG_5157.JPG"img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5T1QxuE8xbI/SvCbHq4MyxI/AAAAAAAAAbg/sRWkjyay3ho/s320/IMG_5157.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399986509288622866" border="0" //aOk, now I have spent about 30 minutes looking for a picture starting with I. And it was IIIIIImpossible, I tell you. I couldn't find anything remotely close to starting with an I. I was about to put a pic there with a Norwegian title starting with I, but I changed my mind.br /br /So, my dear readers, you get to enjoy a bad quality picture of a person I don't know, but have met once, doing span style="font-size:180%;"span style="font-weight: bold;"I/spance skating/span right next to our apartement here in Levanger.br /br /The girl is from Thailand, and was here last year, doing an exchange year in high school. I did that in Ghana when I was 18. I lived with a family in Kumasi and went to secondary school there. The most memorable year of my life, no doubt about that. Now a new batch of students are in Levanger, and I am a contact person for another girl from Thailand. I wonder if I will take her skating one day. I dont have any skates, so the answer to that will probably be NO.br /br /When I was a little girl, my dream was to have ice skates. The white ones, that the ice dancers used. My two best friends both had skates and I didnt. I used to sit in my bedroom looking out the window at my two friends having fun and skating at the parking lot at my school. I wanted skates sooooo bad. If I played with them, and they were skating, I only got to act as their coach, since I didnt have skates. Boring. But that Christmas I got skates from my parents. I had a diary back then and it is full of my joyous thoughts about me getting skates.... Oh joy. But now I dont have them anymore, and I dont have the skills either.br /br /Today:br /br /1. Had a nice day at work with my nice colleagues.br /2. Landlord got a plumber to fix my toilet (hope I wont have to pay the bill....)br /3. Went to the gym with a friend and had light soup served for dinner by wonderful Hubby (who is shouting at the TV cos Man U is losing and the referee is an idiot. Really. He is.)div class="blogger-post-footer"img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2494012953748530791-2108025577872801135?l=amabroni.blogspot.com' alt='' //div -
nothing to write home about
» The English version of it all a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5T1QxuE8xbI/Su8t2dhs_jI/AAAAAAAAAbY/lxvXyVzGz40/s1600-h/IMG_4690.JPG"img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5T1QxuE8xbI/Su8t2dhs_jI/AAAAAAAAAbY/lxvXyVzGz40/s320/IMG_4690.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399584891902688818" border="0" //aI know this pic is bad quality, but I think everyone can see the name of the hotel:br /br /span style="font-size:180%;"span style="font-weight: bold;"H/spanell /spanHotel. Sooo funny, haha. It's a place called Hell not far from where I live, and tourists think it's very funny to take pictures especially at the train station. There they have an old sign, in old formal Norwegian saying:br /br /span style="font-size:130%;"Hellbr /Gods Expedition./spanbr /br /Gods means cargo... but Hello?! Funny.br /br /I dont have much to say today cos our toilet is still clogged and it makes me angry cos the landlord hasnt called a plumber yet, and he blames me for it, and he complains about everything we do and I want to move but I cant find a place we can afford. Grrr..br /br /good things:br /br /1. Early shift at work, 6.30am -2pm. Made perfect pizza dough for a birthday boy.br /2. Went to the gymbr /3. Am baking bread..br /br /What a boring day.div class="blogger-post-footer"img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2494012953748530791-6525430273918064763?l=amabroni.blogspot.com' alt='' //div -
E is for Eeeeediot
» The English version of it all a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5T1QxuE8xbI/Su1sCtDouEI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/tI3bdddIB90/s1600-h/elle.jpg"img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5T1QxuE8xbI/Su1sCtDouEI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/tI3bdddIB90/s320/elle.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399090321997477954" border="0" //abr /Shhh! Don't tell anyone at the nursery school I work that I don't know my A, B, C's....br /br /The smart lady to the left is the only one who noticed that I skipped E in the photo alphabet...br /br /And therefore, in her honor, I put her picture here. Of course, her name is span style="font-size:180%;"span style="font-weight: bold;"E/spanllen/span.br /br /Fun facts about Ellen:br /br /1. She used to be my karate student, but turned out to be a good friend.br /2. She is very HOT.br /3. She owns that motorbike.br /4. She lives and studies nursing in Australia, but she is from the far far North.br /5. Her whole name is Ellen Margareta Blind Hansen!br /6. She is really good at her A, B, C's....br /br /Thanks, Ellen, for pointing out my mistake...br /I'll try to be serious from now on!div class="blogger-post-footer"img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2494012953748530791-5553105011617878831?l=amabroni.blogspot.com' alt='' //div -
Halloween Schmalloween, clogged toilet and other stories
» The English version of it all a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5T1QxuE8xbI/SuzAWtfJuII/AAAAAAAAAbI/PxpHiZuo0HY/s1600-h/n534325865_1564352_7316%5B1%5D.jpg"img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5T1QxuE8xbI/SuzAWtfJuII/AAAAAAAAAbI/PxpHiZuo0HY/s320/n534325865_1564352_7316%5B1%5D.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398901549710293122" border="0" //aOf course, I cant put any other picture here when we have come to the letter span style="font-weight: bold;"G/span. It has to be my lovely, beautiful nephew span style="font-size:180%;"span style="font-weight: bold;"G/spanaute./spanbr /br /Here he was a small baby, about 2 months old, being strangled by his auntie. Poor thing.br /br /He is not the same right now, though. Big, strong with sharp claws (nails), and just turned 1.br /br /He is my little bundle of joy. Before I finally decide to get my own... When when when?br /br /I would write more, but I'm tired. Thinking I was gonna spend a relaxing Saturday evening with my not so successful homemade pizza and a good movie, we realized our toilet was clogged. And seriously clogged. You know those toilet fresheners..thingies..that hang on the toilet ring, and has a little soapy thing inside and when you flush, some soapy thing runs out? Makes your toilet smell nice. Well, this morning when I was cleaning the toilet, I flushed while using the toilet brush to clean, and the thingy jumped off the toilet and disappeared down the drain. Of course it had to get stuck somewhere down the pipe. And now it is. We (hubby) tried all kinds of things down the toilet; wire, hose, bike tire... Hubby had shit up his arms, while I was googling clogged toilet. In the end, my (Googles) solution seemed to work, trying to create a vacuum with the toilet brush and pouring down bucket loads of water and some clorine. I was very happy with myself, thinking it had worked, and it HAS. Somehow. But its not perfect yet. So...br /br /I'm ending my evening with watching Simpsons Halloween Special. Halloween has appearently been adopted by Norwegian kids now, when I was young nobody talked about Halloween here. But now they tell me kids walk from door to door begging for candy. Yuck. I have a doorbell that can be switched on and off. It's off tonight. I'm sure it's a great tradition in the U.S, but I dont see why we have to adopt it? It's just fake. Let us Norwegian stick to OUR tradition of dressing up during Christmas, sing carols on people's doorsteps and span style="font-style: italic;"deserve/span our candy!br /br /Good nighT!div class="blogger-post-footer"img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2494012953748530791-4665256347241613267?l=amabroni.blogspot.com' alt='' //div -
F is for Friday!
» The English version of it all a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5T1QxuE8xbI/Susw7UVVSMI/AAAAAAAAAbA/SuGPFU4PzVk/s1600-h/IMG_0023.jpg"img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 205px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5T1QxuE8xbI/Susw7UVVSMI/AAAAAAAAAbA/SuGPFU4PzVk/s320/IMG_0023.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398462373962270914" border="0" //aWow. The letter F comes on a Friday. What a coincidence.br /br /I'm continuing in the spirit of yesterday. And put a picture of my span style="font-size:180%;"span style="font-weight: bold;"F/spanamily/span. Or at least parts of it, and very important parts too.br /br /It's an old picture of my grandmother, my big sis and me. I cant be older than 5. It looks like the 17th of May, Norways Constitution Day.br /br /br / How can I tell?br /br /span style="font-weight: bold;"1./span I am wearing a hat with the Norwegian flag's colours.br /span style="font-weight: bold;"2./span I am wearing a hat, meaning it't not a warm day, though sunny. May in Northern Norway does NOT mean heat.br /span style="font-weight: bold;"3./span We are eating ice cream, which is the second most important activity for kids on this day, only beaten by walking in the parade.br /span style="font-weight: bold;"4./span We are wearing some goofy looking jackets and trousers, probably bought for the occasion, and we are feeling pretty dashing.br /br /br /My grandmother died 13 years ago but she was the best grandmother one can ever have. This year she would have turned a hundred years. My sister lives 10 minutes away and is a big part of my life and I'm very thankful for that. Family comes first.br /br /Have a lovely span style="font-size:130%;"F/spanriday!div class="blogger-post-footer"img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2494012953748530791-4307538844982774595?l=amabroni.blogspot.com' alt='' //div -
Man taya
» The English version of it all a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5T1QxuE8xbI/SuoAu3_a3WI/AAAAAAAAAao/37eCZ84FVhw/s1600-h/IMG_6217.JPG"img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5T1QxuE8xbI/SuoAu3_a3WI/AAAAAAAAAao/37eCZ84FVhw/s320/IMG_6217.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398127908660895074" border="0" //aToday we have come to the letter D. So I made an easy choice.br /span style="font-weight: bold;"br /May I present:br //spanspan style="font-style: italic;"(drum roll)/spanspan style="font-weight: bold;"br //spanbr /br /My span style="font-size:180%;"span style="font-weight: bold;"D/spanaddy!/spanbr /br /This picture of my dad is taken on the Norwegian/Russian border close to where I come from. This summer me, Daddy and Hubby went on a road trip to the border, and found beautiful nature, lovely weather, big russian watch towers and big Norwegian watch towers watching each other. Even though I have lived 3 hours away from the border all my life, this was my second (i think) time coming there. And the first time I remember it, cos last time I was there, I was a little kid and I dont remember anything. You can read more about our interesting finds at the border a href="http://amabroni.blogspot.com/2009/07/border-crossings.html"here/a.br /br /span style="font-size:130%;"Short info on my Dad:/spanbr /1. He LOVES taking pictures at ANY time, wrong or right...br /2. He comes from the south of Norway, but fell in love with the Northern part (good for me).br /3. He thinks the best of every person and never sees bad things in anyone.br /4. His birthday is in 27 days and I dont know what to get him!br /br /Good night, everyone!div class="blogger-post-footer"img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2494012953748530791-8877018952219876903?l=amabroni.blogspot.com' alt='' //div -
dumdidam...
» The English version of it all a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5T1QxuE8xbI/Suh-LPlyUlI/AAAAAAAAAag/DqRTA1zeeH8/s1600-h/November+%2858%29.JPG"img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5T1QxuE8xbI/Suh-LPlyUlI/AAAAAAAAAag/DqRTA1zeeH8/s320/November+%2858%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397702885032219218" border="0" //aI just browse through my photos looking for one with the letter C, and I take the first I find. It's all very random, but every photo MUST have a story, right?br /br /So here are some lovely span style="font-size:180%;"span style="font-weight: bold;"C/spanowfeet/span. My mother-in-law brought them home one day and asked Hubby to chop them up for her. Out came the machete but to no avail. Hard cowfeet those...br /br /I've never tried eating them. They were rediculously huge! But I'm sure very tasty, if my MIL cooked them.br /br /span style="font-size:130%;"Today:/spanbr /br /span style="font-weight: bold;"1./span As usual, morning gym = good start of the day.br /span style="font-weight: bold;"2./span Breakfast with a friend, very nice!br /span style="font-weight: bold;"3./span One of my long overdue diaper boys decided today was the day he would go to the toilet, rather than "doing it" in his diaper! span style="font-size:130%;"Hallelujah!/span Let's hope it lasts.br /br /Since I've already done todays workout, I'm gonna span style="font-size:130%;"relax t/spanhe rest of the evening. The thing with the morning gym class though, is that I'm sleepy now. So I'm pouring coffee down my throat, hoping that some span style="font-size:130%;"washing/span or span style="font-size:130%;"bread baking energy/span will awake in me soon!div class="blogger-post-footer"img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2494012953748530791-5199115231735539739?l=amabroni.blogspot.com' alt='' //div -
Blushing bride
» The English version of it all a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5T1QxuE8xbI/Suc8XgRvNBI/AAAAAAAAAaY/HBYwwqrrJgE/s1600-h/5728_226825730607_802770607_7675212_4425863_n.jpg"img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5T1QxuE8xbI/Suc8XgRvNBI/AAAAAAAAAaY/HBYwwqrrJgE/s320/5728_226825730607_802770607_7675212_4425863_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397349052925817874" border="0" //aI didn't hear any complaints about "picturing" me through the alphabet, so I guess you all thought it was a greaaat idea. So I'm gonna go through with it.br /br /Therefore I'm choosing a photo from my (our) wedding, of the happy span style="font-size:180%;"span style="font-weight: bold;"B/spanride/span. Always a good oportunity to show them off!br /br /span style="font-weight: bold;"br /Today:/spanbr /br /span style="font-weight: bold;"1. /spanWoke up before the alarm, and therefore got a looong morning, time to get ready, passed by the supermarked on my way span style="font-style: italic;"to /spanwork to do the shopping I planned to do span style="font-style: italic;"after/span work, and was really awake by the time I got to work.br /br /div style="text-align: left;"span style="font-weight: bold;"2. /spanGot to use my creative skills at work today too, making two crowns for two birthday boys. When kids have their birthdays in the kindergarten, we make them a crown out of card board, decorate them and put their names on them, and they wear them while we sing birthday song for them and eat either homemade pizza or smoothies out of fruit and youghurt.br /br /span style="font-weight: bold;"3./span Dragged my ass to the gym for spinning and stomach exercises.br /br /have a nicest week!br //divdiv class="blogger-post-footer"img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2494012953748530791-1781961900414799310?l=amabroni.blogspot.com' alt='' //div -
A, B, C...
» The English version of it all a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5T1QxuE8xbI/SuXtAeZUc_I/AAAAAAAAAaQ/b_VuGmMy0WI/s1600-h/IMG_3910.JPG"img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 302px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5T1QxuE8xbI/SuXtAeZUc_I/AAAAAAAAAaQ/b_VuGmMy0WI/s320/IMG_3910.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396980320888452082" border="0" //aBlue Monday.br /br /I don't know what to say about today.br /br /span style="font-weight: bold;"1./span Did some art work with the kids at work and felt a bit useful.br /span style="font-weight: bold;"2./span Got to change loads of shit diapers ... Oh wait, was the list supposed to be about good things??br /span style="font-weight: bold;"3./span Went to the gym and sweated and pumped iron... Haha..br /span style="font-weight: bold;"4./span Home at 6pm, already done with todays workout.br /span style="font-weight: bold;"5./span Long evening ahead, would be possible to do some cleaning of bathroom and livingroom...br /br /I want to put a photo on my blog everyday. But I want it to have a reason/purpose/topic for the photo. It's not always so easy to find photos which has something to do with what you write that day, so I'm looking for a way to post a photo everyday, in a system. Get me? Tips are span style="font-size:130%;"welcome./spanbr /br /Maybe I should work my way through the alphabet..? The pic up there is of a former neighbor,br /span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" br /span style="font-size:180%;"A/span/spanspan style="font-size:180%;"span style="font-size:130%;"dwoa/span./spanbr /br /A wolf in sheep's clothing if you ask ANYONE. But beautiful as the day is long.div class="blogger-post-footer"img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2494012953748530791-2919064960116959715?l=amabroni.blogspot.com' alt='' //div -
Sunday morning
» The English version of it all Sun is shining.br /br /It's Sunday again, as I said, not my favorite day but I'm planning on making it exactly that. My Sundays starts with Hubby getting ready for church while I'm doing nothing (Yes, I am an infidel..). He goes to church and I eat breakfast and watch Dr. Phil....But today they had changed the programme to Oprah. Gosh. I'm being to honest here. Well, I do this while surfing a bit online and enjoying the lazy morning. But when the DAY starts to hit me it can go either ways. I can do sometihng really useful and nice, OR get stuck in my Sunday mood and nothing will work out.br /br /When me and Hubby were seperated by distance, and only had contact over the phone, Sundays were days he was recommended by me not to call ME. Cos those were the days we were more likely to get into a fight about stupid things. (Everything becomes bigger and more negative when you only talk on the phone, and can't see the other's face, or body language + the delay on the line makes it even more annoying.) Sundays can still be a day for a fight, but not that much..:-)br /br /SO what to do today? I have a mountain of dishes waiting for me in the kitchen, but right now I'm enjoying the great mind of a href="http://www.ted.com/talks/chimamanda_adichie_the_danger_of_a_single_story.html"Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie/a. Finally I got round to hearing her talk about the "Single Story".br /br /Me, who constantly fight people who make AfriCA into a country and tell the kids that in Africa they dont have shops or fridges in the nursery where I work, her words are like birds singing in my ears. But I don't need to hear this, THEY do. Anyway. Back to the dishes. I'll play loud, energetic music... And wash them all.br /br /Have a lovely Sunday!div class="blogger-post-footer"img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2494012953748530791-6319989384471537986?l=amabroni.blogspot.com' alt='' //div -
Relapse alert!
» The English version of it all span style="font-size:130%;"Wooops!/span I went against my vow to post something everyday... 2 days of radio silence isnt good span style="font-style: italic;"koraa./spanbr /But I'm back.br /br /I didnt go on the trip as planned, so I ended up with span style="font-size:130%;"relaxing/span.br /br /span style="font-weight: bold;"1./span Hubby's friends came over Friday night. Hadn't met them before properly. One spaniard, one Afghani and one Thai. One Ghanaian and One Norwegian. Exotic and interesting. Some are in Norway cos of love, some are asylum seekers with a complete different story. And all this gathered under one tiny roof in Levanger.br /br /span style="font-weight: bold;"2./span Finally got us proper winter shoes - now the snow can just come. But I'd rather it waits until Christmas.br /br /span style="font-weight: bold;"3. /spanSpent some hours with adorable cutie pie nephew, who now knows to say "baaah" to sheep, and "moooo" to cows (he should though, growing up on a farm and all), and gives me a cuddle when I ask for one (most of the time...). Now I'm cooking experimental food, hoping Hubby will like it, I know he is SuperHungry and is therefore looking cranky! :-)br /br /span style="font-weight: bold;"Bad things:/spanbr /br /span style="font-weight: bold;"1. /spanI was supposed to see a movie this week with my friend, but because I'm obviously a moron, when we arrived at the cinema it was closed and I must have imagined I saw the movie on the programme.br /span style="font-weight: bold;"2. /spanI SHOULD right now be at a party a friend is having and she is nagging for me to come, but I'm not going because I'm BORING!br /span style="font-weight: bold;"3./span I should have visited my friend today, and I didnt, I went around with my BigSis and nephew and Hubby....br /br /Sorry to you guys for being span style="font-size:130%;"BORING!/spandiv class="blogger-post-footer"img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2494012953748530791-4475563523030713540?l=amabroni.blogspot.com' alt='' //div -
Halfway to weekend!
» The English version of it all span style="font-size:180%;"Yahoooo..../spanbr /br /the weekend is going to be spent either:br /br /A) On roadtrip with my girls, visiting a third of our girls who lives in a small town (The smallest CITY in Norway, appearently).br /br /orbr /br /B) In horizontal position on the couch.br /br /Reason for the huge divide between activities is that my travel buddies are both not well at the moment, and dont know if they will be fit for fight on Friday.br /br /No matter what happens, it will be weekend and it will be enjoyed.br /span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" br /todaybr /br /span style="font-size:100%;"1. /span/spanspan style="font-size:130%;"span style="font-size:100%;"Gym span style="font-size:130%;"early/span in the morning and breakfast with a friend (who gave me a ride to work!)/span/spanspan style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" br /span style="font-size:100%;"2. /span/spanspan style="font-size:130%;"span style="font-size:100%;"Lots of span style="font-weight: bold;"fresh, cold air/span and sunshine at work today.br /span style="font-weight: bold;"3./span Nice span style="font-weight: bold;"chicken salad/span and span style="font-weight: bold;"relaxation/span after work, and thinking about tomorrow's NEW gym class, span style="font-size:130%;"span style="font-size:130%;"'Dance Mix'/span (/spanOh my god we are gonna embarrass ourselves!) and going to the span style="font-size:130%;"movies/span with a friend after (Inglorious Bastards).br //span/spanspan style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" br /All in all, a great day!br //spanspan style="font-size:130%;"Thanks for the comments guys, very motivating, I must say! /spanspan style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" br /br //spana onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5T1QxuE8xbI/St9UF6VbJxI/AAAAAAAAAaI/QCbdyxFM7n0/s1600-h/P1000945.JPG"img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5T1QxuE8xbI/St9UF6VbJxI/AAAAAAAAAaI/QCbdyxFM7n0/s320/P1000945.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395123339148338962" border="0" //abr /The girl we are supposed to visit, enjoying an apetizer of light soup at our wedding reception!div class="blogger-post-footer"img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2494012953748530791-4720817130077070801?l=amabroni.blogspot.com' alt='' //div -
Hey!
» The English version of it all 1. Got up long time before I was supposed to be at work.br /2. Went to the gym.br /3. Came home to nice spagetti with egg stew.br /br /Ok, whats up with blogger now, this font and....something's up.br /br /Im confused.div class="blogger-post-footer"img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2494012953748530791-6761003712060655513?l=amabroni.blogspot.com' alt='' //div -
M for Monday
» The English version of it all Very sorry about my negativity yesterday. I'm just NOT a fan of Sundays. I really want to learn to love'em. Anybody who can teach me how to make Sunday a span style="font-size:130%;"lovely day off /spanrather than the day before a new, long work week? What do you do on Sundays to make them span style="font-weight: bold;"nice, fun, enjoyable?/spanbr /br /I'm not on top of the world today either. It started with my alarm span style="font-size:180%;"NOT/span going off in the morning so I woke up late and had to rush like a maniac to get to work. I got to work, started feeling sick and went home from work. I have anyway washed the floor, cleaned dishes and baked bread, span style="font-size:130%;"AND/span done some stomach exercises, but I still dont feel happy with myself. I think I should eat some chocolate, but it's not allowed so... At least the internet is back after being erratic the whole day. Gosh, I hope I used that word right!br /br /I'm gonna dig out somespan style="font-size:180%;" /spanspan style="font-size:180%;"good things about today:/spanbr /br /1.br /2.br /3.br /br /Wow. Blank.br /br /span style="font-weight: bold;"I'll try one more time./spanbr /br /span style="font-weight: bold;"1./span Washed floors.br /span style="font-weight: bold;"2./span Baked bread.br /span style="font-weight: bold;"3./span Watched a lot of TV I dont usually watch cos I'm at work.br /br /It's an attempt!br /br /Song that is making me happy nowadays:br /br /object width="560" height="340"param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/hbwnBoUuFxshl=enfs=1"/paramparam name="allowFullScreen" value="true"/paramparam name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"/paramembed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/hbwnBoUuFxshl=enfs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"/embed/objectbr /br /Very talented young teenagers from a village not far from my hometown, who are really doing well. They sing in Norwegian mostly, but the song is about Edwin who wants to be a girl. I dig them!br /(And they KNOW BlackSheeps is grammatically wrong, they did it on purpose..)br /br /Wish all of you a span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" GREAT /spanweek! :-)div class="blogger-post-footer"img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2494012953748530791-2637629067147385763?l=amabroni.blogspot.com' alt='' //div -
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» The English version of it all I dont know if there was anything good about this Sundaydiv class="blogger-post-footer"img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2494012953748530791-895681312097968649?l=amabroni.blogspot.com'//div -
SuperSaturday
» The English version of it all Thanks, guys, for all your comments the last couple of days. Of course, my strategy of begging for comments worked, and people I dont even know has commented on my blog. So nice! I mean, isnt that part of what blogging is about? bExhibitionism? /bKnowing people you dont even know is interested in the mundane things you experience (unless you have a blog with a specific topic that IS interesting)b?br /br /Anyway, /bthe comments made me happy. Now its my turn to start commenting also. I'm lazy doing that. What double standards I have.br /br /span style="font-size:130%;"Good things today then./spanbr /span style="font-weight: bold;"1./span Got up early on a crisp, sunny autumn morning cos we had a baby delivered at our doorstep early, and he made us smile the whole time we were watching him.br /br /span style="font-weight: bold;"2. /spanHad an 11-hour creative day with a friend, where she made lots of different stuff, and I made Christmas cards (Yes, it's early but I need many cos I plan on selling some.)!br /br /span style="font-weight: bold;"3./span Ate one of my favorite dishes, fried chicken breast with onions and mushrooms fried with mushroom sauce, rice and broccoli. Yum!br /br /Now I'm back in my little house, watching L.A. Ink, trying to focus on that tomorrow is NOT the last day of the weekend, or the day before WORK, but rather a lovely day off. Expecting a visit from a friend who will be served Hubby's span style="font-size:130%;"groundnut soup and fufu!/spanbr /br /a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5T1QxuE8xbI/StpPvEcggtI/AAAAAAAAAZg/oSDnmkYjZHs/s1600-h/IMG_6866.JPG"img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5T1QxuE8xbI/StpPvEcggtI/AAAAAAAAAZg/oSDnmkYjZHs/s320/IMG_6866.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393711173795349202" border="0" //a span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" br /My little sweetheart/spanbr /a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5T1QxuE8xbI/StpPvqZBl5I/AAAAAAAAAZo/fODNNryq9ZM/s1600-h/IMG_6867.JPG"img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5T1QxuE8xbI/StpPvqZBl5I/AAAAAAAAAZo/fODNNryq9ZM/s320/IMG_6867.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393711183981287314" border="0" //aspan style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" br /Yumyum!/spanbr /a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5T1QxuE8xbI/StpPxBg9g7I/AAAAAAAAAaA/XL7FPHd7LZU/s1600-h/IMG_6876.JPG"img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5T1QxuE8xbI/StpPxBg9g7I/AAAAAAAAAaA/XL7FPHd7LZU/s320/IMG_6876.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393711207368459186" border="0" //aspan style="font-size:85%;"span style="font-weight: bold;"br /Our creative day in full swing!/span/spanbr /a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5T1QxuE8xbI/StpPwlgctrI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/sQE1Y-ot6yQ/s1600-h/IMG_6883.JPG"img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5T1QxuE8xbI/StpPwlgctrI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/sQE1Y-ot6yQ/s320/IMG_6883.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393711199850116786" border="0" //aspan style="font-size:85%;"span style="font-weight: bold;"Results.../span/spanbr /a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5T1QxuE8xbI/StpPwLCLYpI/AAAAAAAAAZw/Y-6_pZ7LLpM/s1600-h/IMG_6882.JPG"img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5T1QxuE8xbI/StpPwLCLYpI/AAAAAAAAAZw/Y-6_pZ7LLpM/s320/IMG_6882.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393711192743830162" border="0" //adiv class="blogger-post-footer"img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2494012953748530791-527796383938310137?l=amabroni.blogspot.com'//div -
What should I call this post?
» The English version of it all Thanks to my faithful readers, Anonymous and Laura, I will write today again!br /It's Friday but I can't use that as one of the three good things this week also. I used that up last week, and I need to advance.br /br /1. I went to the gym this morning with a new friend, and we had bad time working out and a good time afterwards eating the super healthy breakfast they serve at the gym, and had a nice conversation about...things.br /2. I won a bottle of red wine in the wine lottery we run among the staff at work, and I'm drinking it NOW.br /3. I had 2 comments on my blog today! :-)br /a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5T1QxuE8xbI/Stiz4jEMW9I/AAAAAAAAAZY/nNr8gDScyd4/s1600-h/-Bons-Ventos-200h.gif"img style="cursor: pointer; width: 107px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5T1QxuE8xbI/Stiz4jEMW9I/AAAAAAAAAZY/nNr8gDScyd4/s320/-Bons-Ventos-200h.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393258337843043282" border="0" //aspan style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" My wine!/span span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" "Quinta de Bons Ventos"./spanbr /br /Now I'm gonna relax the rest of the evening, drink wine and watch TV, and WISH I had chocolate, until tomorrow morning at 8.30 am, when a one-year old is gonna make sure the weekend will be nothing like relaxing...div class="blogger-post-footer"img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2494012953748530791-8270589910200039235?l=amabroni.blogspot.com'//div -
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» The English version of it all I'm sleepy....br /br /I need comments to be motivated to blog each and every day! :-)br /br /I'm going to sleep.div class="blogger-post-footer"img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2494012953748530791-9084006057463326032?l=amabroni.blogspot.com'//div -
just gotta do it.
» The English version of it all span style="font-weight: bold;"Weather report: Sunshine, - 5 degrees below zero./spanbr /br /1. Payday! (Tomorrow actually but I think it is in my account by now.)br /2. Made something like a href="http://images.google.no/imgres?imgurl=http://i647.photobucket.com/albums/uu198/Narineh43/Pendant-Lamps-1.jpgamp;imgrefurl=http://traditionallymoderndesigns.blogspot.com/2009/05/hemp-pendant-lamps.htmlamp;usg=__wAOxmCllRZu6JybD1QtzFVn9Ps0=amp;h=1276amp;w=520amp;sz=294amp;hl=noamp;start=1amp;um=1amp;tbnid=44uJ1ulipcYn-M:amp;tbnh=150amp;tbnw=61amp;prev=/images%3Fq%3Dstring%2Bball%2Blamp%26hl%3Dno%26client%3Dfirefox-a%26rls%3Dorg.mozilla:nb-NO:official%26sa%3DN%26um%3D1"THIS/a with the kids at work, just smaller versions, made to become Christmas (tree) decorations. (Yes, I know it's October!) Fun!br /3. My mom had an operation and is doing well.br /br /(4. SUNSHINE!)br /br /a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5T1QxuE8xbI/StY5AGSG5iI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/Dbeky5ZKYiA/s1600-h/IMG_5328.JPG"img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5T1QxuE8xbI/StY5AGSG5iI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/Dbeky5ZKYiA/s320/IMG_5328.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392560277672093218" border="0" //abr /br /br /br /br /br /br /br /br /br /br /br /br /span style="font-size:85%;"br /My mom with grandson./spandiv class="blogger-post-footer"img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2494012953748530791-5293289296077850213?l=amabroni.blogspot.com'//div -
a quickie!
» The English version of it all a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5T1QxuE8xbI/StTZGZSIN1I/AAAAAAAAAZI/uE9-PAbl2jE/s1600-h/IMG_4424.JPG"img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5T1QxuE8xbI/StTZGZSIN1I/AAAAAAAAAZI/uE9-PAbl2jE/s320/IMG_4424.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392173357758691154" border="0" //abr /br /br /br /br /br /br /br /br /br /br /br /br /br /1. Frost on the grass, buildings, cars, puddles! Winter is coming! (Brr..)br /2. Gym classes with a friend I was happy to see again.br /3. Got a chance to change my doctor, from a terribly bad doctor to a hopefully better one!br /br /Good night....:-)div class="blogger-post-footer"img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2494012953748530791-4010176316551592035?l=amabroni.blogspot.com'//div -
count to ten... dont explode!
» The English version of it all Why do I let myself get so provoked when people in the middle of Norway, far far away from the world, knows NOTHING about Africa, and has that typical "Africa is a country.., they all live in the bush, everybody is poor and there are wild animals everywhere."br /I came over a child and an adult in a conversation. The child claimed there was no food in Africa, no shops and no fridges. The adult said they had SOME food, if not, people wouldnt be living there at all. But confirmed when the child talked about the lack of fridges and shops.br /br /I have to hold my tounge not to offend anyone. But ....!!!!!! Ahh!br /br /Can you guys send me your fanciest pictures from Ghana? I'll make a power point presentation of the broad view of Africa ( in this case Ghana) and show it to everyone who needs some education. (E-mail on my profile. Yes, I'm serious.).br /br /I cant blame them. But I still do.br /br /__________________________________br /br /3 good things about yesterday and today:br /br /1. Had a lovely Sunday morning...br /2. My nephew turned one and was cuter than ever.br /3. Ate cake and dinner at my sister's place with my parents and husband and nephew and brother in law.br /br /todaybr /1. Sunshine until 10 minutes before I was about to leave work (It started snowing then.)br /2. I went to a shop where I bought a very expensive jacket in March, and which now had a spoiled zipper (and it shouldnt be spoiled after 5 months cos its expensive and should therefore be very durable), and they gave me a new jacket, EVEN if I didnt have a receipt to show WHEN I actually bought it. Good customer service!br /3. I came home to a candle light dinner, served by hubby! 3br /br /(The reason I'm so obsessed by the weather in this blog is a) I'm Norwegian and thats what we care about and b) I work in a kindergarten which means (in Norway) spending huge parts of the day outside with the kids, whether rain or shine. And mostly rain...and soon snow).div class="blogger-post-footer"img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2494012953748530791-8697715471583541634?l=amabroni.blogspot.com'//div -
name change
» The English version of it all If I change the title of my blog, will you who have links to my blog, also get the name automatically changed on your links or you have to manually add my blog with its name? :-Sbr /br /The title of my blog has always been The English Version of it all, cos I first only had a a href="http://yngvild.weblogg.no"Norwegian blog/a (which I still have). But I didnt like the placement the name got on the photo I'm using in the header, so I just put a dash _ as the name of the blog (cos you have to put a title when you edit the settings), and rather used the box for blog description as a place to write the span style="font-style: italic;"actual /spantitle, because I liked it much better where the title was placed. But, I'm tired of my blog showing as _ on people's links. It looks boring and weird and ugly. Nobody wants to read a blog which is called _, right?br /br /So I have changed it, and now the title is smaller and in a different place, and though I'm not too pleased with the placement, it's more important that my blog is called span style="font-weight: bold;"The English version of it all/span than span style="font-weight: bold;"_/span.br /br /What I want to say is...If you have a link to my blog, and if the name doesnt change automatically, please edit your link and save it in the new (old) title! Thank you! :-)br /br /Good things today:br /br /1. Woke up late and stayed in bed with my husband a long time before we got up.br /2. Went to a shop with my very expensive jacket that got spoiled after a few months use, and the lady in the shop gave me a feeling they might fix it for me/give me a new jacket....*fingers crossed*br /3. It's Saturday, the sun is shining, and I'm almost finished cleaning the house...div class="blogger-post-footer"img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2494012953748530791-5505386992918320448?l=amabroni.blogspot.com'//div -
WooopS!
» The English version of it all I missed a day!br /br /That's what happens when you have a busy and exciting life.br /My yesterday consisted of work, gym and dinner at my sister's place, cooked by my beloved mother. Lovely. After dinner we got ice cream and chocolate and... There goes the trip to the gym!br /br /Good things yesterday:br /br /1. Dinner (lamb cooked with salt, pepper and cabbage - Norwegian traditional food)br /2. Dessert (ice creeeeam)br /3. Went to sleep in the arms of my loved one.br /br /TODAY!!!!br /br /1. It is Friday!br /2. It is FRIDAY!br /3. Gym at 6.45am (brag brag!), fun day at work, sweet kids...FRIDAY!br /br /My Friday is gonna be very boring, sitting inside with the neverending rain banging on my window, under the covers, TV on, internet on, husband playing football, when he comes home he will make his special Tanzanian fried pork and....SLEEEEEP till I wake up.br /br /What are you doing this weekend?div class="blogger-post-footer"img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2494012953748530791-4855193741341606205?l=amabroni.blogspot.com'//div -
Zzzz
» The English version of it all 3 things todaybr /br /tired tired tired tired tiredbr /br /How come I'm always most tired on Wedenesdays? Last week Wedenesday I slept two hours after work. It should be Mondays, or Fridays. But with me it's Wedenesdays that are my tired days. Yawn.br /br /But even if I'm tired, good things have made me tired!br /br /1. 6.45 spinning class at the gym this morning. Hard to get up, but SO worth it afterwards.br /2. Was taken well care of in the hospital the kids created in the kindergarten, and one of the small boys didnt wanna go home with his mother cos "he had to take care of Yngvild cos she is sick". :-)br /3. My parents and my nephew passed by after work, leaving a box of ice cream in our fridge.br /br /Good night....div class="blogger-post-footer"img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2494012953748530791-2924948707306688851?l=amabroni.blogspot.com'//div -
Ntentem (?)
» The English version of it all I dont have much time today, first work, then work meeting for 3 hours after work, then home and SLEEP probably. SO here goes!br /br /1. NO RAIN! I could be outside in more normal clothing today, though it was cold!br /2. I went on a little hike with the kids and a nice colleague.br /3. The person who packed our lunch had sent with us hot chocolate!! mmmm....br /br /Have a nice Tuesday!div class="blogger-post-footer"img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2494012953748530791-1301474124176024934?l=amabroni.blogspot.com'//div -
marvellous monday
» The English version of it all Especially the mondays I start 6.30 at work. Luckily I'm one of those people who dont have big trouble with getting up in the morning, so I really enjoy the days I have the early shift at work. Having the early shift means that you come first to the kindergarten, you turn on the lights, fix everything ready for the kids, make coffee, bake bread, fold towels and bibs and stuff, prepare things for the day - and all that you get time to do before the kids arrive, usually the first one shows up around 7.15-7.30. It sounds like plenty work, but it isnt really. The bread making is just putting all the ingredients intoa kitchen machine. It mixes everything together without mess, and when it has grown enough (whats the word for that in English??), you just put it in bread pans (??) and into the oven = bread for all the kids and employees for lunch! Mmm. Today I made 8 breads. :-)br /Having the early shift also means that big parts of your day (the morning), is quiet and calm and there are few kids. And the best part - you go home at 2pm! What a joy.br /br /Unfortunately, I only get to enjoy this shift once every forthnight. And man, do I enjoy it?br /br /After work, I went with my mother (who is visiting) to the mall, to buy birthday gift for her grandson, and I got alot of errands done, and even bought a couple of x-mas gifts! Yippiee, I'm so efficient! My mom sent me to the grocery store and paid for my groceries (double-yippiee)!br /br /So good things today:br /br /1. Early shift at work!br /2. Shopping, free food, and dinner with my mommy.br /3. I laughed from watching Russel Peters videos on Youtube.div class="blogger-post-footer"img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2494012953748530791-8817999996264534467?l=amabroni.blogspot.com'//div -
yesterday
» The English version of it all all my trouble seemed so faaaar away...!br /br /3 good things:br /br /1. I bought new working clothes for the kindergarten (rain coat and warm trousers...)br /2. My parents arrived in Levanger!br /3. The sun was shining.br /br /4. My nephew was being cutest as always.br /5. My parents brought nice Anthon Berg Chocolate from the airplane.br /br /Wow. That was 5 things.br /br /Today me and hubby woke up equally sick, stuffed noses, sore throaths, head aches.br /But I still have to find out 3 things ohhh!br /br /1. We are alive.br /2. We eat chocolate cake for breakfast, in bed, watching Dr. Phil.br /3. Hubby is gonna make nice dinner for my parents and impress them, as usual. :-)br /br /span style="font-size:85%;"- By the way, it doesnt mean he makes dinner TO impress them, bu/spanspan style="font-size:85%;"t they GET impressed by his nice food - (hubby corrected me..)/spana onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5T1QxuE8xbI/SsjVCHxa4RI/AAAAAAAAAY8/jZpg7RNeUYo/s1600-h/IMG_6793.JPG"img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5T1QxuE8xbI/SsjVCHxa4RI/AAAAAAAAAY8/jZpg7RNeUYo/s320/IMG_6793.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388791186571583762" border="0" //abr /br /br /br /br /br /br /br /br /br /br /br /br /br /br /br /span style="font-size:85%;"br /br /My new rain clothes.. I look like a fisherman! :-)br /br /br /br //spandiv class="blogger-post-footer"img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2494012953748530791-3167180472391142371?l=amabroni.blogspot.com'//div -
today
» The English version of it all Three good things about today:br /br /1. I went to the gym for a 6.45 spinning class and it felt goooood!br /2. My husband cleaned up the house, fixed dinner for me and a guest and...is an angel.br /3. only 24 hours till my parents come to visit! :-)br /br /Have a nice weekend!div class="blogger-post-footer"img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2494012953748530791-4566060471166549038?l=amabroni.blogspot.com'//div