Albert Einstein

OUT OF CLUTTER FIND SIMPLICITY
FROM DISCORD FIND HARMONY
IN THE MIDDLE OF DIFFICULTY LIES OPPORTUNITY

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am I now in my mid thirties???

HAPPY BIRTHDAY, BEAUTIFUL BOY!

Mummy and daddy love you so much!

OBBOSÍ!!!

Been a long time! I´ve been busy cheating, I´ve got another blog. Yes, I´m sorry! This one I´m hoping to make money of, selling advertising. So far the reaction has been good, so it´s almost time to start selling. Check it out here, Obbosí.

Also, I´ve discovered flickr. I´m always so late at catching on to new things, I was like weeks after everyone else to get the Mika CD!

My current obsessions are wardrobe remix (cause I´ve had it with the bland style of mine after Baby), brooklyn bride (oh yes, cause I´m getting married next summer, that is if we can get round to planning the whole thing), apartment therapy (cause we finally, FINALLY, got our own place and decorating is finally something I can do without worrying about getting the landlord´s permit), design*sponge (for the same reason, AND because they´re doing a piece on one of my friends soon) and all other things www. It´s like I´ve rediscovered the internet, Hubby says I´m married to my computer. Gonna throw in a few pics of what I´m looking at and then go cuddle him :)

I could wear my hair a bit like this for my wedding, maybe with a slightly less weddingy hairdecoration and a bit more rock´n roll make-up... If you know me at all you´ll know I´m not too good in the romantic style-y thing

Love this dress! Not for my wedding, but since we´re on the subject, I´m definetely not wearing a long dress. Knee-lenght or shorter!

Love love love this kids´room. And to think I just painted Baby´s room blue...

what I love about weekends

Having friends over for brunch



Hanging out in cafes - alone



Hanging out in cafes - with my son and Hubby



Going to mum and dad's for dinner



Enjoying the midday light at home




So the only question remains: Where's the party at???!!!

light lunch

I went home for lunch today and there was this beautiful light in our living room. I couldn't help myself, I just had to take a few pics and put them on here.

christmas and newyear's... better late than never!

Here are a few pics from the holidays. As you can see, George was a bit ill, but generally we had a nice time :)

the couch series 1-4

soon to come...

pictures from christmas, from moving into the new flat, the first visitors (the couch series) and I was thinking I'd try and do a picture series after every weekend... ambition schmambition....

what we got up to on the weekend...

wednesday

Got up this morning and saw I'd received a text from our childminder at 1:30 in the night. Saying she'd have to take the day off and she'd call and explain. Got the call, there had been a break-in for the second time in their storage room, so she'd have to take the whole day off. Anyway. So George and I caught up on some precious time, I've been sooo busy at work I'm developing a chronic guilty conscience. I actually went to the mall the other day to sort some things out, get a few things that I needed, but left in a rush when I could feel the guilt chumping a big bite out of me... jeez!!! We went to see our favorite family for mid-morning coffee and to cuddle the cutest 5 month birthday girl. Then it was time for George's nap so we headed to awa's place (that's George-ish for afi - grandpa) where he got his bottle and mummy went to work. Stopped on the way at the furniture charity shop to check out what they've got to offer at the moment. A few good things, like cupboards and tables and stuff - oh yeah, forgot to say, we'll be needing some furniture soon, cause we've bought a flat and are moving in on 15 January. YEAY!!! So if you have a sofa lying around like maybe this one --->



--- just let me know :)

All I want for christmas...

pdfradddhhhh

I started writing a post but it was so lame I decided not to post it... god I suck at this!

breathe in breathe out

ssshhhit I´m so busy these days!!!

HAPPY BIRTHDAY DARLING HUBBY!

Poor misguided fools

We Icelanders like to say that we are the best in the world. The strongest men, the most beautiful women, the most awe inspiring nature and the best water. This has become our mantra, something we comfort ourselves with when the inferiority complex grabs hold of our little souls, the small nation reassuring itself that we are big players. So far ahead in the world, even owning big foreign companies, getting so unspeakably rich. Ah, bless. It's cute. Only it's not. It's dangerous.

Nothing sums up our ignorance more than recent events. A few weeks ago, an old children's book was republished in Iceland. The book is Ten Little Nigger Boys. An astonishing 88% of Icelanders don't have a problem with this. The arguments are all over the media, the blog sites, the office canteens. Sensible people point out that the book represents pure racism, predjudice and plain cruelty. This is now the best selling book in this country. The people that think republishing the book is all right argue that it is a part of our cultural history, because we all read it when we were kids, we sang the song in school, and oh, it's illustrated by one of our dearest artists, who shows all the little boys looking the same, naked except for little pants, low forheads, big red lips, feet like those of some animal. Those people argue that they read the book when they were kids, but "that didn't make me racist". (Funnily enough, the people that express this view seem to be completely ignorant of Icelandic grammar, spelling and in general have great difficulties expressing themselves eloquently.)

Icelanders need to take a good hard look at themselves. Are we really that much better than everyone else? Can we still be pretty on the outside if we let the ugliness get to our inside?

The first christmas play I was in in school was Ten Little Nigger Boys. There I stood, proud on stage, singing the song, I was nigger number nine, playing dead at the exact right moment. Back then, teachers saw this fit for entertainment, that it somehow could be linked to the message of christ. I dread to think that the message will be spread to young impressionable minds yet again this christmas.

Sorting things out

Yes, so Airwaves took place, but as I didn't have any tickets, most of it passed without my attendance. Sadly. I did manage to get into one gig by showing up way before it started so no one was at the entrance to check for the little blue wristband. See we were possibly meant to get tickets as Hubby was possibly going to do a bit of bv's for The Band. And in fact, tickets were sorted out - well not for me but at least for Hubby. And then this guy, The Band's main man, lost them. So that was that. Although there was an extensive off venue program and I managed to catch just a bit of it at the Nordic House. Sweet little girl with a guitar did three little songs. And when I was walking down Laugavegur on Sunday I heard some noise coming out of Hljomalind that sounded like a girl managing to drown drums and guitars by screaming. Oh well, there's always next year - if I'm not too old by then.
Breaking news! We're teething again! When I say we it's because we all stay up for about 2 hours in the middle of the night trying to get back to sleep. And only Baby wakes up the next morning with a cheery smile, the first thing that escapes his lips: kabubbi! Meaning "Hvar er Bubbi!" Meaning "Where's Bob the Builder?" Meaning "Make Bob the Builder appear on telly so I can dance and sing and laugh a lot". Only thing is, Bob the Builder only exists at the grandparents', so we deal with that tantrum and move on.
From the workfront, I spend my days growling at drawings of concrete that seem to have no end, the Boss has eloped to India, 1GL has sunk her teeth into apparently interesting bits and the other one is sinking her teeth into my brain sending spasms to my mouth that has to struggle very hard not to shout: DEAL WITH IT YOURSELF!!!
Adios for now then, lotsa lurve!

Interesting

Here's an interesting site about architecture in Iceland.

Here goes...

I've been promising to blog a lot more, now that we have finally got access to the internet at home, so now I must rummage my brain for something interesting to tell you. Well, the short story is that I used to live in London, had a baby, moved home with my little family which consists of me (mummy), hubby and baby. Well, baby isn't really a baby anymore, but a 17 month toddler with lots of energy, hubby isn't just any hubby but the bestest man in the world (most of the time anyway) who has landed himself in Iceland, coming all the way from East-Africa via London amongst other places. And me, well you know me. I used to also be me before I had the baby, just a slightly different version of me. Here you can read all about my previous life. But here I mean to tell you just a little bit about our new life on this little island in the north.

So to more recent events... (or even future events that might or might not take place)

Yesterday my Baby had his first haircut ever. I got a bag with his lovely locks that I'm going to keep somewhere safe. Hubby finds this hilarious and makes jokes about me giving them to him on his 20th birthday... eeeh thanks mum... yikes! Now he just looks so grown up, like a little 5 year old or something. I can't wait for his hair to grow back!

Work is getting quite busy, finally a little bit of stress. See I can't work under no pressure. I need just that little bit to get me going, otherwise I just get lethargic and bored, and then it's just too easy to "quickly" look something up on the internet, make up my own house in my head or think of some cool outfits that I wish I could afford (and fit). But it seems we will be very busy up until christmas at least, so I guess I should start writing the christmas cards soon. Yeah right! I plan to do this every year, but every year nothing gets done. So, sorry guys, I will try but no guaranties. Back to work though, we're designing this primary-secondary school and we're a team of about 4 at the moment. The project architect, me and the two German Ladies. I have recently discovered that the 2GL seem to think I am their boss of some sort. They found it hilarious that I suggested we hide in the kitchen all friday afternoon and do nothing (crazy lazy moment, never really happens to me, honest). I don't think I'm their boss, I have certainly never been asked to be anyones boss and if I am, I want to get paid more. So that I can afford to buy a house, or even a flat will do.

See we are a family with two cars. I get to drive the mummy-car, ford focus station car with room for a pram, a whole weeks shopping (and that's grocery shopping, not real shopping) and then some. Hubby drives the Dodge, the Man-Car. Except on mondays when he takes Baby to the childminder and needs to bring the pram with him, then he has to settle for the Focus because the Dodge just doesn't have that capacity. hmmm... mummy versus Man, who has the bigger capacity... interesting... But the family with two cars hasn't bought a place of their own yet, we live in rented accommodation (well, a pretty nice flat actually), in the middle of suburbian hell. And I don't even own a Cintamani fleece! I wonder if they'd shoot me down if they found out my coat is second-hand???

Our plan is to move into town sometime next year, into our own place. We will sell one of the cars, become a family of one car, one flat, one Reykjavik City in walking distance.

Upcoming events: Airwaves! I've only be waiting to go to this for years. But it sold out before I got tickets. It's all Hubby's fault of course, but I'll have to get back to that later, Baby is sleeping and I'm going to have a little nap too before he wakes up, the MaPas are coming for dinner tonight and I've only got a little bit of cleaning and tidying to do before they come... adios for now, hugs and kisses - and don't forget to comment, just to let me know that you're there :)

WWW I'M BACK!

Finally, after siminn got their act together and got some routers, we're online at home and I'm ready to do some serious blogging. For now I'll leave you with a few pics from our trip to the farm animal zoo, but I promise I'll be better - honest!