Ok…time has come to pull myself together and post something with at least a tad substance.
At the very least try.
I am fortunate enough to have friends and loved ones with great ambition in life.
One friend is working on a book with the working title “ What not to say after sex” , another one has decided that he will stay celibate until his wife starts to actually listen when she asks about his day.
Last night was one of many nights of celebration in the Kahlbom residence.
It was football night (soccer for all you Americans out there).
Well..greatness for husband anyway.
I am NOT a big fan. Or wasn´t anyway.
Then I started to listen to the names of the players!
Here are a few of my absolute favorites from last nights game:
Clarence Seedorf – sweet mother of Jesus wept!
Mark van Bommel – Ok..that´s just plain silly.
Kevin-Prince Boateng – say WHAT?
David Villa – and that’s just his last name.
OH hold on! I Goggled “funny footballer names” and this list came up:
1. Stefan Kuntz
2. Chiqui Arce
3. Bongo Christ
4. Have-a-Look Dube
5. Ars Bandeet
6. Segar Bastard
7. Rafael Scheidt
8. Rod Fanni
9. Johnny Moustache
10. David Goodwillie
11. Danny Shittu
12. Johan de Cock
13. Milan Fukal
14. Quim
15. Brian Pinas
16. Bernt Haas
17. Uwe Fuchs
18. Two-Boys Gladstone Gamede
19. Wolfgang Wolf
20. Creedence Clearwater Couto
21. Norman Conquest
22. Danger Fourpence
23. Paul Dickov
24. Argelico Fucks
25. Harry Daft
26. Ruud Boffin
You HAVE to agree that it would be worth watching a game to see Chiqui Arce score a goal or two!!!
Maybe I should give football a chance after all??
Naaah…that would most certainly bring on Ragnarök. The earth would at the very least change its rotational direction.
Things are in general going well, however I have to whine about something since I’m Swedish.
The oh so excellent plan to buy a house seems like a not so well considered decision at this time of year. If you are in the middle of the “why-don’t-we-buy-a-house-discussion” at home do yourself the favor of considering the skeptics arguments just once more.
The cutting of the grass, the changing of garage roof, the exchange of warm water heaters, the building of a new terrace, the cutting down of trees…oh so many trees…it goes on..and on…and on.
And on.
THINK_ABOUT_IT!
The end of summer has treated us to a joyful weekend of food poisoning as you well remember.
I refused to eat anything at this year’s farmers market I Kräklingbo.
So no risk there.
We however ended up with a wooden Pingu-toy from grandpa for Weeman as well as pictures of “asses hanging around”. Both me and Wallstone stopped short when we saw this picture.
Feel free to call us sickos.
We also got a good look at this beauty:
Gimme!
OK..i know..i need my license first.
Finally the piece de resistance ; Oliver, Rasmus and Emmas sequel to Molle, born on the 30th of august after putting his mother through shere and proper hell.
Nevertheless cute as a button:
I found this seasons soundtrack in Hoffmaestro.
World class musicians
Look them up on You Tube. Well worth it.
I have coffee not to drink, lists to write and a people to annoy.
Until later.