K-Blog

- "So no kids, eh ? Hm. Probably you shouldn't even have a boyfriend." -"You call me anytime. Middle of the night, whatever, you call me, 24/7". -" You ought to watch yourself. Your mom's here now and your grandma was here before her. Probably runs in the family". -"You sure you don't want to get married ? You cook really well too." -"You're quite the snobby girl, aren't you? Probably think the sun shines out of your ass, don't you? " -"It's quite easy to fall for you, your passion, enthusiasm and looks." -"You're starting to scare me." -"What's up, kitten ? Still landing on your feet ?" -"Well, you aren't known as the most diplomatic person ever." -"You're the best boss I ever had." -"Come to the party, it's bound to be fun. It's Pimps and Hoes at (----insert fancy hotel----). You could be a wonderful Pimp, jus...

She was standing at the entrance to the restaurant-kitchen. Blond, pretty-ish, drunk and out-of-bounds; our guests aren't allowed in the kitchen. Tall, hot waiter approaches her from behind, and says (icily): "What can I do for you?" She replies, without turning around "Oh, nothing..." - then turns to find he's hot and changes her mind: "Erhm, I don't know. What *can* you do?"

".... small, fat and dark. Olive skin and black eyes. She would have big breasts and a huge bottom. She would laugh way too loud and be pretty vulgar, breasts wobbling while she was laughing. She would swear a lot and speak her mind. Wear vivid colours, big flowing dresses, and be far too honest. But you would have to love her." I absolutely love it when people I like, play along on my beloved "If this wine was a guy/gal, he/she would be..."-game.

Your horoscope - Week of May 24, 2010 You could be tempted to go far - very, very far. Uranus moves into your travel zone, so it isn't just a question of journeying to the other side of the world. You may want to escape Earth's atmosphere altogether. You're very tempted to go way out of your comfort zone. It's going to be a fascinating ride. There is also a Full Moon in your romance zone, so how about teaming up with an alien life form for a really different date? Just wondering: - Would marrying a coworker qualify for "a really different date" and "alien life form", or am I in for a real treat this week ? - or does my 5-year-old Don Juan-nephews' request apply here: "Come on, let's play that game where I run I after you and try to kiss you, and you won't let me?" K: "Oh, honey, I've played that game for far too many years now, but okay. Hunt me down then." (running off. Again.)

We were hanging out in the restaurant downstairs; golden light falling through the huge windows. I waiting behind the bar for our guests to arrive. He: "Your Italian is perfect but you speak Danish very well too. It really is incredible." I: "Yeah, well. (?) I am Danish you know." He: "Whaddyamean ? Danish ? So you have...you know...Danish citizenship ?" I: "Yeah, are you kidding? I'm Danish though I spent 15 years in Italy." He: "Oh. Will you marry me ?" I: "Ha, ha. That's good. Heh. But you ought not ask a girl to marry you like this..." He: (grabbing a vase with flowers from the nearest table and going down on one knee) "K, will you marry me ?" I: "Come on - (giggling) - this is.... it's not... come on, get up..." He: "K, will you marry me ? Please ? I need your citizenship...." I blushed in spite of myself.

Actually I'm quite good with plants. I love them and they seem to like me. My peacelily has been a little sick lately, and is, though healthylooking, not flowering anymore. While I just supposed it is in between flowerings, (these plants will flower again and again) I googled it to be sure. And I came upon a gardenforum where somebody had posted my exact query. Somebody else had answered the post. "The trick is to make the plant think it's gonna die. Then it will flower again". So now I am slowly but inexorably terrorizing the poor plant, whispering "You're gonna die", "Thirsty yet, bitch ?" and "I'll kill you" everytime I pass it. Hoping for flowers.

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I almost peed my pants reading this. Absolutely love it. Do yourself the favour and read this e-mail exchange, I know it is sort of long but it is sooooo funnny. Please design a logo for me. With piecharts. For free.

I know this is old but it has me in stitches over and over again. Enjoy!

Ok, saa var jeg nok selv uden om det. Jeg beundrede Heidis morgen-routine og luftede idèen om et routine-tag i blogland. Logisk nok taggede Heidi saa mig. Saa here goes: min morgen-routine (uden haar, men det er vasket og foentoerret head-down =). Lidt graenseoverskridende at vise sig frem uden ansigt paa, men hey; det skulle vaere saa sundt at skubbe sine graenser lidt =). Jeg tagger Anna og Moccapigen men alle er inviterede - kom nu kom nu, det er faktisk sjovt =)

• Brug af en bomuld bolden dyppes i neglelakfjerner, tør alle gamle neglelak før maleri negle. Vask hænder og lægges i blød i varmt vand i et par øjeblikke.  • Med en orangewood stick, skub tilbage cuticles, så de er alle selv med hinanden, når vandet har blødgøres huden.  • Med søm neglesaks, skønhed saks eller et søm fil, forme dine negle jævnt.  • Med en rolig hånd, omhyggeligt maling kun spidsen af hver søm med en hvid nuance. En anden frakke kan være ønskeligt, afhængig af tykkelse og opaqueness af polsk. Tillad polske tørre mellem frakker.  • Brug en lidt gennemsigtig pink eller nøgen farver, maling hele nail når tips har tørret. En anden frakke kan være nødvendig. Tillad negle tørre grundigt.  • Når alle frakker har tørret, gælder en klar topcoat for at beskytte din nye franske manicure. At forlænge den manicure's levetid, gøre en indsats for at male et klart frakke på hver nat. Vær sikker på, at det er rigelig tid til at tørre helt.  • Hvis du føler særl...

Okay. I have a tiny problem finding my way around. M and I jokes (actually he jokes, I just laugh along as if I find it funny) that if I ever got to Italy in the first place, it was probably because I took a wrong turn somewhere. And that it took me 15 years to come back to Denmark because of my missing sense of direction. Haha, very funny. Anyway. I don't really see this as a problem*. Or maybe I just learned to live with it. Fact is, it is sort of serious. Take two turns right and one left in rapid succession, and now go back to where you started from. I can't. Well, I can if I draw little lines and figures in the air with my fingers and really really concentrate, but it makes my day and feels like a huge victory. So it is *that* serious. If I go for a walk I decide on one of two things to do. Give up trying to find my way around, just enjoy the walk and then necessarily have to ask people for directions to get back to where I started from. Or simply move in one direction onl...

As the weekend is creeping closer (c'mon, hurry) I realize I might be spreading myself a bit too thinly this weekend. I spent my evening finding movers yesterday, having a row with my flatmate and I suspect that what I really need is a quiet looooong evening in bed with Lost or a nice book. Instead I found myselv signing up for an evening out with 3 of my best friends, even though I promised my dad to take care of the bl**dy mailserver that ran amok this week.  I promised to go swimming tomorrow with another friend and her family and in the evening I'm off to Florence for a b-day party. I am in dire need of a bit of fun, so I ought to do it all and take a break from the whole moving-thing; I'm thinking about it 24/7 lately.  Actually I've got news concerning work too, but I will tell more when I know more and am certain =). Yet another item off my Tadaaaah!list. So have a nice weekend everybody!

I plan to clean out my kitchen cupboards in preparation for Dk. I have kilos and litres of staples; flours, nuts, almonds, sugar, honey, oil, vinegar and canned goods. You name it. As part of the challenge of it all (oh yeah, I'm high!) I would like to leave nothing behind and take nothing with me when I come back. Even though my flatmate ought to be happy to finish anything I fail to use. So from today I will try to cook with what I have got and buy only the strictly necessary - stuff that goes in the fridge. This ought to fun, and as my friend A brought me fresh pumpkin from her little garden patch yesterday, today I'm cooking tepid Pumpkin-soup with almonds and a few Pumpkin scones. I found the recipes here and here (in Italian only, sorry) as I have never cooked with pumpkin. I will let you know how it turns out=)

I have a confession to make. Maybe it ought to be filed in the "quirky-me-never"-post but here goes. I love to windowshop. "So what, K, who doesn't? What's the big deal?". Well. I love to windowshop in supermarkets and I often do it at lunchtime when I have an hour to kill (I never actually lunch at one, I'm always starving earlier). So I wander idly to the nearest supermarket; I work pretty much in the center of the city, so I have enough of a choice as to not get bored. I love the lights, the silence (at least in the lunchhour), I love the fact that it is almost empty and I love the scents of food, the wonderful displays that are *so* abundant. And then I wander around in the lit aisles, taking my time and listening to whatever's on my Ipod and dream. I see the transparently lavender cuttle fish in the fish-market and I dream of cutting it up in paper-thin tagliatelle, drizzle with new olive oil and eat it raw with a big pinch of the sea-weed flav...

This video is incredible: Found on Zoomdoggle

I woke up really early even though I went to bed late-ish. I always seem to wake up 6 hours after I fall asleep. I lay there for a while, trying to fall asleep again (come on it's Saturday) - and then gave up, made coffee and set about doing all those small things that lately make up my weekends. Laundry, cleaning, and later I might go shopping a bit. Ought to do my nails and my hair as well. Write to my mum and call my best girlfriend, I haven't heard from her in a long time. Have a nice Saturday and start out nicely with this laugh:

with the following tags: Graphic Designer, Listen to Music, Wines, Princesses, Leather Jacket and Coffee Beans. How fitting is that and are those random words extracted from my posts ? Who can enlighten me ?

1. Going too fast by bicycle in the morning makes my just-trimmed-bangs curl backwards and split, so that I get a neat little parting in the middle. Not too hot considering my bangs are approx. 10 cm long =(. 2. That hot arrogant-looking guy i see in the morning near the agency, is a lot less arrogant and a lot more hot, when he sits in a car next to somebody that seems to be his grandad. Not so arrogant now smartypants, eh =) ?