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producing her own life

? | 26 février 2009

I have nothing to blog about. My mind is empty. I've been trying to find something interesting to say but I feel the only things Im qualified to talk about are how much milk I should mix, when a dirty diaper needs changing and how difficult it can be to go around this big city with a stroller. Also how the anti-family sentiment can be felt (saw this bus driver drive away while a woman was trying to get her and her child into the bus) and how everything seems so complicated - especially when you want to get a baby passport. How can such a tiny little creature change everything so much?

Perhaps Im so empty due to the lack of sleep? Or is it a biological change of some kind you can't fight against?

What ever it is, Im way too exhausted when I lie down in bed at night to read "Karítas", an exciting icelandic novel or "Memoirs" by Catherine Clement. However I seem to be able to  find the time to read "The no-cry sleep solution" quite easily.

Oh, how wonderfully the motherbrain works.

Publié par Kolka à 18:55:04 dans Miss Kolka | Commentaires (2) |

Nostalgia | 06 février 2009

I remember how I loved writing in friend's diaries when I was younger. Not their personal diaries (that would be even MORE egocentric) but those books that you passed around to all your friends and where they wrote something about themselves (called "minnigabækur" in icelandic). you had special categories such as "I hate" "I love" "favourite food" "I want to become" exc.

Where are they now?  I must have kept at least one.. It would be fun to hunt my friends down (what place better than Facebook?) with facts about their teenage lives, a period where you can always find something to be ashamed of. hehe. Good thing (for them) I can't get to my mum's basement just yet...

in memoriam and because I have nothing better to do - here are 15 facts about me in the spirit of the friend book and I'll pass the 15 questions on to 2 other bloggers, my cousin Perla and young poet Kamilla


1. I love...listening to the waves at the beach

2. I hate...how stressful public transports can be

3. Favourite movie...good Animation movies such as Wall-E and the Lion King

4. favourite tv show...The mentalist, SVU, X-files, Friends

5. Favourite book...the Stieg Larsen millenium trilogie and any Fred Vargas book

6. Music I like...Emilíana Torrini, Karlakórar, Beirut, Vivaldi

7. Favourite food and drinks...lemon chicken and Sancerre white whine

8. I find amazing that...women still are not more prominant in executive positions

9. I think regularly about... how lucky I am

10. I have always wanted to...make myself useful and make a difference

11. A special place...Landmannalaugar and Bretagne

12. Websites I visit daily...mbl.is, perezhilton.com, liberation.fr and Facebook

13. It's easy for me to ...mingle

14. It's hard for me to...find the perfect balance

15. I would like to meet...Hillary Clinton and Vigdís Finnbogsdóttir

Publié par Kolka à 16:23:44 dans Miss Kolka | Commentaires (3) |

A short one | 02 février 2009

Im often asked if I miss my tummy - mostly by other pregnant women. And I have to admit it was something I had thought about myself. But no - although you become one with your pregnant identity, losing the stomach is strangely comforting and quite a relief. Actually the baby takes over pretty much everything and what I do miss is time. I never seem to have any time anymore. Time to do all the things Im supposed to do, or when I decide to do them there is a diaper to change, a bottle to give or simply attention to be given to the little one. Sometime it is way pass tea time when I realise I was going to take a shower that day - that will simply have to wait. Well I'm told this is how it is in the beginning. And its ok. Its amazing how you adapt to different situations and frankly, one little weird baby face or sound makes it all worth it.

And the little time you have left - you should use it to take a nap, not spend it on blogging something noone will read anyway. And so I will.

Publié par Kolka à 14:19:48 dans Miss baby blabla | Commentaires (2) |

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