Crunch Time
The Danish election is done. Finally. And the opposition won. So now the opposition is the government. Or at least they will be when everything is sorted out. It might take a while, I think things are somewhat complicated. But the main thing for me is that Helle Thorning-Schmidt becomes Denmark’s first female prime minister and hopefully Pia Kjærsgaard is sidelined. Good riddance. I hope the rest of the world will stop hating us now.
Meanwhile, not much happening in the house that Plume built. Still waiting for replies regarding my faulty MP3 player and my computer. It seems I won’t be allowed to return the computer and get my money back, so I’ll have to pay them to make some changes made to it instead. Oh well. As long as I end up getting the computer the way I really want it then that’ll be good. Any time now. Any time.
There’s some other stuff going on, that I can’t talk about. It is kinda killing me, but I can’t talk about it so I’m not going to talk about it.
I’m going to talk about goats instead. Or at least I’m going to show a video of goats; youtube.com/watch?v=q9O5GgYSiVc. Just a litte fun with the goats, nothing outstandingly interesting.
I got a memo from the housinge department saying I should keep a lookout for cockroaches in the building. Eep. I am not amused. I haven’t seen any, but then I’m blind so they could be swarming around my feet without me knowing. Practically. We might have a Joe’s Apartment situation going on.
I’m enjoying my new fitness bits. I got a foam roller thing. It’s really good for cracking my back over. Did I mention that there’s a tree log in the goat fold that I enjoy bending my back over? I’ll sit up against it and lean back and it gives such a satisfying crack in my spine and it makes me feel good. I usually try to do it before leaving the playground so my back won’t be aching too much when I go shopping. My legs are tired though, from all the intense biking I’m doing and from having to walk through the park to and from the bus every time now. I’m also enjoying the ab cruncher. I can really feel those abs being crunched. I can practically hear them crying out in pain and despair. I am the ab slayer. Abs fear me and the mere mention of my name causes panics and riots in the ab streets. The great devil they call me. They tell their kids stories of me to scare them straight. If you don’t brush your teeth the daemon Plume will crunch you! they say.
Yeah that’s about it.
September 16th, 2011 at 23:39
Don’t let things kill you by keeping them in. That’s what we are here for – your friends can help you through and if anything else we’ll just light a candle for you, take the pins out of the voodoo doll I made of you and just in general send blessings your way. Take care, you mean a lot to more people then you realize. Many a day I can read what you may post and it brings pleasure to my heart. <3 Debbie
September 17th, 2011 at 23:36
Hay, hay! My husband and I were scarecrow judges again this year in our nearby town. Lots of competition this year for 1st and 2nd prize. We even had two new judges join us this year. (We’re considered “seasoned judges” now, ha ha!)
We also will celebrate our 12 wedding anniversary on Sunday the 18th. We were married outside in a rose garden by a river. My how time flies when you’re having fun!
Are you a spy now? Is that why you can’t talk about what’s going on? Are you spying on …..goatzies???? Yes, my dear danish goat boy, we all enjoy your blogs and seeing goat videos. Hope everything is okay with you.
We were watching and listening to our goats eating grass the other evening and my husband and I both said: “Plume would like this!” Who else do we know that likes to watch goats eat grass?
September 18th, 2011 at 23:09
Debster – Happy anniversary! It sounds like a nice ceremony. I hope there weren’t any goats around though, there probably wouldn’t be many roses left in the rose garden then.
Hope you’ve had a nice celebration. Or, depending on the time difference, that you will have a nice celebration.
You caught me! I’m a goat spy. Although I can never remember if I’m spying FOR or AGAINST the goats. Sometimes I think I’m undercover spying on the goats. And sometimes I think i’m undercover spying on the humans. Maybe I’m a double agent!
Or maybe I just like wathing goats eat grass. Who knows!?
Debbie – That’s very sweet, thank you. Don’t worry about me, I’ll be fine. Although now I’m a little worried about that voodoo doll! I hope you won’t be sticking needles in my fragiles!