this is peaches, back again!
First of read this! I swear, if you have a heart it will ache (even slightly!).
A toddler in the UK had to have both legs amputated at the tender age of 18 mnths, but now thanks to fancy (=expensive) prostetichs he is taking his first steps! The amazing wonders of technology!
Right, so updates?
To be fair, I really just wanted to check in on this blog again, because it had sort of fallen into forgetsomeness... Let me tell you the original reason we started this thing, me and Camilla-boo... See, I was a bit of an idiot and went off in my worldly ways, moving to a whole other country (island even, for goodness sakes!). Now, Camilla and myself used to have long evening walks practically every other night just talking about nothing and everything.
I know, if she were a dude, I'd have married in Vegas a long time ago!...
...
Maybe...
Anyhow... This blog was a little project to keep us in touch and keep our crazyness available for the world. Thing is, there's this little issue called time. It changes things, no matter how solid something is or how hard we fight it. Inevitably people slip apart, even slightly, as time and distance makes updating so much harder! Doesn't mean there's any less love though!
Either way, with that in mind, I thought a new post was in order to keep this thing going. So Peachy updates so far?
Well, she's managed to get herself sick (bugger), and can't relax despite being home from work. Keep emailing them in! I should not be allowed a Barry, I swear, it's disturbing. I'm like one of those train wrecks in the movies, constantly checking in and sending check lists and phone numbers and names and fuck knows what else!
Whatever happened to staying OFF the traintracks?!
Now, a few quotes to fuel my annoyance of the local boys?
- "Dude had sex with a festival girl, on stage, in front of 1000 people!" (girl says, sounding appalled)
"Holy shit! He has so many man points! Like, unlimited manpoint! Forever! I mean he could drive a fluffy pink car and not be any less of a man. Hell he could wear all pink for the rest of his life, and still be all man!" (random boy's response)
"... Dickwad..." (Peaches)
Anyways... That's all I can be asked to write at the moment. I need to go glance at my Barry (cell phone that is) and convulsively do work while fighting off this bloody fever!
Luv
xoxo
Tuesday, 28 July 2009
Monday, 20 April 2009
My lovely Tulio
Just came home from the vet and I'm sad to say that I sill don't know what's wrong with my little cat. He just turned one this February. He's been tired and he's refused to eat for a while now.
The vet started out feeling and looking at him and came to the conclusion that it cold be something with his liver and maybe the kidneys so she decided to take a blood sample. But then the first problem occurred; His blood didn't come out as it should so no matter how hard she tried she couldn't get more then a little. This, of course, led to the test beeing inconclusive on certain parts, but she could partly rule out the liver.
Tulio got some saline in him (he didn't like that) because she figured he was dehydrated and she took a urine-sample and figured she should check that as well. When she came back with the results she could tell that he had alot of bacteria in the urine and some blood. The last thing she did was to give him a a shot of antibiotics because she suspected it might be an infection.
Well, I'm going there again tomorrow morning at 8:45 am and she's hoping the saline will by then have helped his blood too run better and she'll be able to get a better sample and hopefully she'll be able to figure out what's wrong with him.
I'll die if I have to put him too sleep. He's so small and I love him so much. I mean, okay if he'd been a couple of years old. But he's only one, my little baby.
//Cam
The vet started out feeling and looking at him and came to the conclusion that it cold be something with his liver and maybe the kidneys so she decided to take a blood sample. But then the first problem occurred; His blood didn't come out as it should so no matter how hard she tried she couldn't get more then a little. This, of course, led to the test beeing inconclusive on certain parts, but she could partly rule out the liver.
Tulio got some saline in him (he didn't like that) because she figured he was dehydrated and she took a urine-sample and figured she should check that as well. When she came back with the results she could tell that he had alot of bacteria in the urine and some blood. The last thing she did was to give him a a shot of antibiotics because she suspected it might be an infection.
Well, I'm going there again tomorrow morning at 8:45 am and she's hoping the saline will by then have helped his blood too run better and she'll be able to get a better sample and hopefully she'll be able to figure out what's wrong with him.
I'll die if I have to put him too sleep. He's so small and I love him so much. I mean, okay if he'd been a couple of years old. But he's only one, my little baby.
//Cam
Saturday, 18 April 2009
Twilight syndrome
Right, so I was just googling a quick image of the Twilight posters (don't even pretend not to know what I'm talking about!) for a CD label, when I came accross this blog.
Now, I'm all for discussions about all things movie and book and anything else related, but I had NO IDEA there was a second Twilight phenomenon : the parents of the Twilight teen-girls! :) How exciting!
Of course I couldn't contain myself and ended up reading through the posts. I think the scary bits were the mother worried her daughter would be inspired to go evil from all the satanic paralells, and the slightly over-boardy Jesus craze, just to make sure no one confused him with Edward. All in all, though, it was a very interesting read.
Funny how the whole world must change when you have children. Other little lives that depend on you for learning and guidance about life. Every little minute detail becomes a huge deal, and you watch everything and everyone with wary assessing eyes. Hell, I do that for my little brothers (6 & 9), so I can't imagine how annoyed my kid (if ever I have one, don't even start Camilla!) will be with my over-protective streaks by the time he/she/they hit their teens... Oh well, tomorrow's worries.
Back to the Twilight discussion. It seems the main concerns were the extreem obsessive streaks this had provoked in teen girls all over. Unlike Harry Potter this was purely a romantical entanglement; girl meets vamp, falls head over heels for his swooning perfection and gentle nature (man, I read the books, and that boy really is perfect, very much un-real, but perfect!), and decides she wants to die and go vampy herself... You know, to spend all eternity with her high school sweetie.
Awh-factor, sweet, fluffy to the point of yuck, but all in all it looks harmless. But! The mom's on those blogs have very valid points. The one that struck me the most was - "...what does this tell young girls? That they should sacrifice everything for a boy that sends their hormones into a rage? Love in all it's glory, but Bella becomes a quivering mess without Edward, can't live without him. She's seventeen." It's a fair point actually, especially having lived the last year through a bit of an eye opener of exactly how a lot of girls and women are viewed by themselves and men/boys around em.
Anyways, it's interesting. Read and make up your own mind. Honest opinion? If I had a daughter I'd never ban her from seeing it, nor it seems would most of these moms. I think the idea of watching it/reading the books alongside her is very smart. Opens up for discussion, and gives room to pitch any concerns while you both get a proper insight in what the heck the phenomenon is all abt.
Personally I think Harry Potter kicks Stephanie Meyer's Twilight zone far far far away. But that's in terms of entangling and intriguing writing. There's a sense of angst, heartache, fluff, and that feeling we used to have as teens, where the whole world could revolve around something even if just for an hour or a month. Not necessarily a boy, but the feeling was suffocating, end of the world style. She captures that, which is interesting in itself...
Damn it, this was supposed to be a short post! Oh well :)
xo xo
Peaches
PS. Home is where the heart is <3
Now, I'm all for discussions about all things movie and book and anything else related, but I had NO IDEA there was a second Twilight phenomenon : the parents of the Twilight teen-girls! :) How exciting!
Of course I couldn't contain myself and ended up reading through the posts. I think the scary bits were the mother worried her daughter would be inspired to go evil from all the satanic paralells, and the slightly over-boardy Jesus craze, just to make sure no one confused him with Edward. All in all, though, it was a very interesting read.
Funny how the whole world must change when you have children. Other little lives that depend on you for learning and guidance about life. Every little minute detail becomes a huge deal, and you watch everything and everyone with wary assessing eyes. Hell, I do that for my little brothers (6 & 9), so I can't imagine how annoyed my kid (if ever I have one, don't even start Camilla!) will be with my over-protective streaks by the time he/she/they hit their teens... Oh well, tomorrow's worries.
Back to the Twilight discussion. It seems the main concerns were the extreem obsessive streaks this had provoked in teen girls all over. Unlike Harry Potter this was purely a romantical entanglement; girl meets vamp, falls head over heels for his swooning perfection and gentle nature (man, I read the books, and that boy really is perfect, very much un-real, but perfect!), and decides she wants to die and go vampy herself... You know, to spend all eternity with her high school sweetie.
Awh-factor, sweet, fluffy to the point of yuck, but all in all it looks harmless. But! The mom's on those blogs have very valid points. The one that struck me the most was - "...what does this tell young girls? That they should sacrifice everything for a boy that sends their hormones into a rage? Love in all it's glory, but Bella becomes a quivering mess without Edward, can't live without him. She's seventeen." It's a fair point actually, especially having lived the last year through a bit of an eye opener of exactly how a lot of girls and women are viewed by themselves and men/boys around em.
Anyways, it's interesting. Read and make up your own mind. Honest opinion? If I had a daughter I'd never ban her from seeing it, nor it seems would most of these moms. I think the idea of watching it/reading the books alongside her is very smart. Opens up for discussion, and gives room to pitch any concerns while you both get a proper insight in what the heck the phenomenon is all abt.
Personally I think Harry Potter kicks Stephanie Meyer's Twilight zone far far far away. But that's in terms of entangling and intriguing writing. There's a sense of angst, heartache, fluff, and that feeling we used to have as teens, where the whole world could revolve around something even if just for an hour or a month. Not necessarily a boy, but the feeling was suffocating, end of the world style. She captures that, which is interesting in itself...
Damn it, this was supposed to be a short post! Oh well :)
xo xo
Peaches
PS. Home is where the heart is <3
Sunday, 29 March 2009
All things pedigree
Watching this documentary about pure bred dogs and the hell surrounding it. I have never been this happy and grateful for having a mixed breed. I don't get how people who say that the love dogs simply ignore the fact that so many of the pure bred dogs are so sick that they shouldn't be alive.
This is so upsetting. I don't want to swear...but fuck it! It's increadible! Why son't people just get in their right mind and breed from a health point of view instead of a aestethic one?! Are people that increadiblyy stupid? What the hell?
Health, people, health! It's more important than how a dog looks, isn't it? No, of course not! Pain doesn't matter, does it?
Oh, no, what a minute, hat did I just say? Did I just compare sickness with abuse? Well, duh, whan it comes to breeding on sick dogs, hell yeah.
I have one last thing to say, echoing my last comment: Fuck the world. I mean it.
//Cam
This is so upsetting. I don't want to swear...but fuck it! It's increadible! Why son't people just get in their right mind and breed from a health point of view instead of a aestethic one?! Are people that increadiblyy stupid? What the hell?
Health, people, health! It's more important than how a dog looks, isn't it? No, of course not! Pain doesn't matter, does it?
Oh, no, what a minute, hat did I just say? Did I just compare sickness with abuse? Well, duh, whan it comes to breeding on sick dogs, hell yeah.
I have one last thing to say, echoing my last comment: Fuck the world. I mean it.
//Cam
Thursday, 26 March 2009
Updates, notes on boys, and other facts...
...
I laughed out loud at Cam's last post. I'm sorry to say. Then I got worried, and text stalked her, but my phone claimed it was broke.
...
My bank claims I'm broke too tho, so I suppose they've got some sort of point.
Anyways, the reason I've ventured out is the sudden need to vent. Again. Plus, heck, it's a fairly anonymous blog, why shouldn't I? Ppl might get some enjoyment from my crazy ass life at this point. Or I'll just sell the soap rights later on...
1) I had a crazy dream about boys, all kinds of em, all muddled up and confused in my head. Unfortunately this included some ppl that got muddled up that should never ever be muddled into that type of situation. Think I may have thrown up in said dream too, so must've been somewhat conscious of the crazyness. Now, that sounds bad, but it's not really. I'm just... Not going into it.
2) Went on a road trip. With a boy. No feelings attached, just friends. Everyone told me I was naive and should be ready for something different. I told them to shut up. ... A week later I told them to shut up again, for very different reasons. We're still friends tho, but god knows what it's with boys and hand holding. Personal space ppl, personal space!
3) A boy made me cry! This is actually shocking and good news, even if there is an odd sort of achy but fluffy feeling somewhere in my chest. It sort of feels a little like my head is spinning, and I sort of loose my breath when I think about it too hard, and it's quite annoying. But anyways- story goes something like this:
Boy and girl meet, bumping into each other with common interests. Girl listens and boy talks, then other way around. Boy walks girl to bus stop, girl misses her bus and ends up talking to boy for an hour and a half...
Boy texts girl and says 'hey, do you want to get coffee someday.' Someday comes around, and boy gives girl a movie. Says 'you've gotta see this.'
The weeks pass, and boy & girl watch movies and eat pizza. He makes food and she buys chocolate, and they giggle at David Lynch. She gets lost in a book shop, and boy finds her there, says it's ok if she wants to stroll around for hours. She does. He does too... Boy kisses girl. Girl blushes, and kisses boy back. Girl doesn't run away, because it feels just comfortably right when he holds her hand.
Weeks keep passing. Boy and girl become good friends. She gets lost on the beach, far off in her head, and he comes out and plays her an album to distract, and then says "I've got all the time in the world, you're telling me what's wrong. I'm not goin anywhere, I'll annoy it outta you if I have to." She does after a lot of annoying. He nods, and listens. Doesn't comment or say 'it'll be ok'. Weeks later he's still asking subtle questions each day to make sure she's okay.
Then girl gets confused. Boy is moving out of the country at a date that was always determined. Another boy asks girl to go have a drink. Upset girl says yes. Upset girl wonders why she can't fall in love with the boy, or have any stormy crushing feelings about him. Upset girl barely remembers to listen to the new boy over drinks. She spends the next day laying in the first boy's arms, and playing tv games. Life feels just right.
Boy says he loves waking up next to girl. Girl wonders what she's doing. Why she misses him, but it's never a desperate ache. Girl meets another boy who whisks up those swirly emotions. Girl feels a rush and tells the original boy she can't go around kissing him anymore. It'll hurt too much when he leaves. He says he misses her.
A week later girl comes back from a road trip. She asks when the original boy is leaving. In two days. She suddenly can't breath.
Boy and girl meet. They eat pizza and watch a movie. Boy kisses girl, and girl blushes and kisses him back. Sweet and sour. Bittersweet farewell. He watches her with deep eyes and a slight smile.
"Here" he says, and gives her a book. She looks at it and realizes it's the one. That book she's been pining for that was just too over priced almost a month ago. Inside a short scribble says it's hers now. Then a poster. That poster she always watched as it hung above his bed. Every night and every morning boy and girl spent together.
Girl hugs him goodbye and wonders what that pounding in her vein is all about. Boy says he's never met anyone like the girl. She intrigued him. He says they'll see each other again. She says definitely, they'll be such good friends. She wonders why she can't believe it. She wonders if he does.
Boy walks away, but he stops at the street corner, looks back at her, she can't stop looking.
Girl cries. Girl is crying a day later. Girl lays down in bed and watches the poster. And the band clings around her wrist.
Thank you for remining me of how hopeful life is, how great friendship can bloom from nowhere and sweep you away. Thank you for reminding me you never know what you've got til it's gone. Thank you for showing me a boy can treat you like his friend and blow your mind away at the same time.
Thank you for caring for me as your friend, not your girl, but kissing me as both. You have no idea what a difference you made, maybe one day you'll know... I'll miss you babe!
xo xo
Peach
PS. I want to remember all the bad times, all the annoying moments, the small things, the big things, the things that hurt the most... But I can't, I doubt I ever will. I'll just miss you with a pleasant buzz that always reminds me of these two plus months... Thank you!
I laughed out loud at Cam's last post. I'm sorry to say. Then I got worried, and text stalked her, but my phone claimed it was broke.
...
My bank claims I'm broke too tho, so I suppose they've got some sort of point.
Anyways, the reason I've ventured out is the sudden need to vent. Again. Plus, heck, it's a fairly anonymous blog, why shouldn't I? Ppl might get some enjoyment from my crazy ass life at this point. Or I'll just sell the soap rights later on...
1) I had a crazy dream about boys, all kinds of em, all muddled up and confused in my head. Unfortunately this included some ppl that got muddled up that should never ever be muddled into that type of situation. Think I may have thrown up in said dream too, so must've been somewhat conscious of the crazyness. Now, that sounds bad, but it's not really. I'm just... Not going into it.
2) Went on a road trip. With a boy. No feelings attached, just friends. Everyone told me I was naive and should be ready for something different. I told them to shut up. ... A week later I told them to shut up again, for very different reasons. We're still friends tho, but god knows what it's with boys and hand holding. Personal space ppl, personal space!
3) A boy made me cry! This is actually shocking and good news, even if there is an odd sort of achy but fluffy feeling somewhere in my chest. It sort of feels a little like my head is spinning, and I sort of loose my breath when I think about it too hard, and it's quite annoying. But anyways- story goes something like this:
Boy and girl meet, bumping into each other with common interests. Girl listens and boy talks, then other way around. Boy walks girl to bus stop, girl misses her bus and ends up talking to boy for an hour and a half...
Boy texts girl and says 'hey, do you want to get coffee someday.' Someday comes around, and boy gives girl a movie. Says 'you've gotta see this.'
The weeks pass, and boy & girl watch movies and eat pizza. He makes food and she buys chocolate, and they giggle at David Lynch. She gets lost in a book shop, and boy finds her there, says it's ok if she wants to stroll around for hours. She does. He does too... Boy kisses girl. Girl blushes, and kisses boy back. Girl doesn't run away, because it feels just comfortably right when he holds her hand.
Weeks keep passing. Boy and girl become good friends. She gets lost on the beach, far off in her head, and he comes out and plays her an album to distract, and then says "I've got all the time in the world, you're telling me what's wrong. I'm not goin anywhere, I'll annoy it outta you if I have to." She does after a lot of annoying. He nods, and listens. Doesn't comment or say 'it'll be ok'. Weeks later he's still asking subtle questions each day to make sure she's okay.
Then girl gets confused. Boy is moving out of the country at a date that was always determined. Another boy asks girl to go have a drink. Upset girl says yes. Upset girl wonders why she can't fall in love with the boy, or have any stormy crushing feelings about him. Upset girl barely remembers to listen to the new boy over drinks. She spends the next day laying in the first boy's arms, and playing tv games. Life feels just right.
Boy says he loves waking up next to girl. Girl wonders what she's doing. Why she misses him, but it's never a desperate ache. Girl meets another boy who whisks up those swirly emotions. Girl feels a rush and tells the original boy she can't go around kissing him anymore. It'll hurt too much when he leaves. He says he misses her.
A week later girl comes back from a road trip. She asks when the original boy is leaving. In two days. She suddenly can't breath.
Boy and girl meet. They eat pizza and watch a movie. Boy kisses girl, and girl blushes and kisses him back. Sweet and sour. Bittersweet farewell. He watches her with deep eyes and a slight smile.
"Here" he says, and gives her a book. She looks at it and realizes it's the one. That book she's been pining for that was just too over priced almost a month ago. Inside a short scribble says it's hers now. Then a poster. That poster she always watched as it hung above his bed. Every night and every morning boy and girl spent together.
Girl hugs him goodbye and wonders what that pounding in her vein is all about. Boy says he's never met anyone like the girl. She intrigued him. He says they'll see each other again. She says definitely, they'll be such good friends. She wonders why she can't believe it. She wonders if he does.
Boy walks away, but he stops at the street corner, looks back at her, she can't stop looking.
Girl cries. Girl is crying a day later. Girl lays down in bed and watches the poster. And the band clings around her wrist.
Thank you for remining me of how hopeful life is, how great friendship can bloom from nowhere and sweep you away. Thank you for reminding me you never know what you've got til it's gone. Thank you for showing me a boy can treat you like his friend and blow your mind away at the same time.
Thank you for caring for me as your friend, not your girl, but kissing me as both. You have no idea what a difference you made, maybe one day you'll know... I'll miss you babe!
xo xo
Peach
PS. I want to remember all the bad times, all the annoying moments, the small things, the big things, the things that hurt the most... But I can't, I doubt I ever will. I'll just miss you with a pleasant buzz that always reminds me of these two plus months... Thank you!
Saturday, 14 March 2009
Sunday, 22 February 2009
Dog sitter
I have a headache. I have a cough. I'm tired. I have red eyes. I'm annoyed. My parents are "discussing" things in the kitchen.
This weekend I've had the responsibility to take a "friend'" dog out for walks. I had her key and went to her apartment and took the dog out. It's not that big of a deal, I have a dog (they're mother and daughter actually), so it's not like I didn't intend to go for a walk anyway.
Well, well, here's the thing; Last walk was this morning, I got in around 10 am. Then I locked the door and left the key in the pigeon-hole, because she was getting back...either around 2 or 4 pm.
About 3 pm I walk my own dog and voilà! ot long after that I get a text from her asking me if I can't take her on an evening walk too, because her train is delayed and she won't be back until tomorrow morning. I tell her that that's a no-can-do unless there's an extra key. Well there is! Can you believe the luck?
So I dutifully put on my shoes and some extra layers of clothes because, frankly, it's snowing cats and dogs (well if it can rain cats and dogs it sure as hell can snow cats and dogs), and go to her friend to collect the keys to let her poor dog out for a walk. When I get there though, wouldn't you know, there is no one home!
Lovely!
So I text her asking for her to call then and ask them where the hell they are (I'm getting quite annoyed at this time) and she texts back saying OK. 10 minutes later i started walking home and here I am. I've been home for half and hour and I still havn't heard from her.
All of this I'm not doing for her sake...I'm doing it for her dog because I feel sorry for her. That's how miserable I am.
//Cam (Oh, ad I'm pissed off, did I tell you?)
This weekend I've had the responsibility to take a "friend'" dog out for walks. I had her key and went to her apartment and took the dog out. It's not that big of a deal, I have a dog (they're mother and daughter actually), so it's not like I didn't intend to go for a walk anyway.
Well, well, here's the thing; Last walk was this morning, I got in around 10 am. Then I locked the door and left the key in the pigeon-hole, because she was getting back...either around 2 or 4 pm.
About 3 pm I walk my own dog and voilà! ot long after that I get a text from her asking me if I can't take her on an evening walk too, because her train is delayed and she won't be back until tomorrow morning. I tell her that that's a no-can-do unless there's an extra key. Well there is! Can you believe the luck?
So I dutifully put on my shoes and some extra layers of clothes because, frankly, it's snowing cats and dogs (well if it can rain cats and dogs it sure as hell can snow cats and dogs), and go to her friend to collect the keys to let her poor dog out for a walk. When I get there though, wouldn't you know, there is no one home!
Lovely!
So I text her asking for her to call then and ask them where the hell they are (I'm getting quite annoyed at this time) and she texts back saying OK. 10 minutes later i started walking home and here I am. I've been home for half and hour and I still havn't heard from her.
All of this I'm not doing for her sake...I'm doing it for her dog because I feel sorry for her. That's how miserable I am.
//Cam (Oh, ad I'm pissed off, did I tell you?)
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