Star Struck...

Today was something else as I got to cook lunch for 4 quite well known Ice Hockey stars who play for Frolunda Indians. They came into the cafe, ordered, I cooked, waited about 5 minutes after they sat down to go pay them a visit. Yeah I know... leave them alone but I couldn't. It's the american in me. So I said "Hi, can you do me a favour please and sign this (stupid food order sheet,it's all I had!) I would really appreciate it so much, I know your eating and all. I'm really sorry."

The Canadian #18 said sit, I said I couldn't because I'm cooking and I'll burn someones food. He said sit for a second and we'll sign it. And so I sat right next to him..yay!!!!!!! at the table with all 4 of them. I was nervous and my hands were shaking. So they passed the paper around and signed it and I appologized again for bothering them. I stupidly asked the canadian if he was the only american on the team and he said "Actually I'm canadian."...duh!!!!!!!.. I'm so stupid and made myself look like an ass. before I could react to it he asked me where I was from. I said near Philadelphia, then I got up and said I really have to go before I burn someones meal, and thank you so much! yay!!! I'm excited. Apparently the canadian and another one of those guys were in last week but I was at school and missed them.

Tuesday I meet the Prime Minister of Sweden, in 2 days...My husband was right when he said that metting hockey players is better! These are the guys I met today....


#7 Antti-Jussi Niemi



#12 Karl Fabricius



#18 Steven Kariya



#31 Ari Ahonen

I had my mobile phone in my pocket and could of asked for a picture with them but decided I had bothered them enough. I'll ask the Prime Minister for a pic..lol
As they left Steven said to me, "thank you it was very good".....woohoo, I did something right in the kitchen today.

Now I have to figure out what to do with this paper they autographed to keep it safe.

On our walk this evening.....

we found some quite interesting mushrooms. This particular one is called a flygsvamp, or fly mushroom in english. It attracts flies for some odd reason. It's quite poisonous too. You don't touch it or anything. I think it's kind of pretty in it's odd little dangerous way. Paul says they remind him of Super Mario on Nintendo.

This one just looks funny standing there all alone, sticking out.

I got BIG news..

I get to meet Mr. Reindfelt in 10 days!!!!!!!!!!

I got lucky because my boss decided to agree to this thing they are doing for immigrants here in the country, and it's tied in with arbetsförmedlingen. I am sure I can't say where it's at, maybe I can but I won't because I don't want to be the one person to cause problems. Afterall he is the prime Minister of Sweden.

Look at him sitting here with my buddy good old G. Bush...Note the sarcasm

Anyways....I don't know if the interview is on tv or not. I guess we will find out soon before the interview and I don't know if I have to do this in swedish or english. I don't think my swedish is THAT good yet, not for something like this, but I was told considering I am an immigrant it should be held in english...I hope!

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So yes I was sick and had to deal with heat I wasn't really used to anymore. I went from one extreme climate to the other and therefor I got sick as a dog. It doesn't take long to become accustomed to the more relaxed weather here. The day after I got there we had a BBQ at my sisters friends house. It was her friends husbands birthday. Thats when I got to say everything I wanted to say to my sisters husband...He was the one who asked me to talk in Swedish, and so I did. Everything yucky and nasty I could think to say to him in Swedish came right on out.

It was nice and fun and after awhile I got tired and just wanted to go back to moms because I was jet-lagged.

Uhmm lets see....I shopped for many many american food items and candies etc etc that I would bring back to Sweden...ate at my sisters house when she cooked me one of my favourite meals and went on a motorcycle ride with my brother to Doc Hollidays for a few drinks and something to eat.

What else did I do? I played with my kids like crazy, shopped some more, walked around town and went to my old place of work to visit with my friends who I worked with. Mom and I went out to eat lunch together the one day after we went to the market house for some fresh fruit,veggies and desert.

On Thursday my dad came upstairs to wake me up to tell me he just went to his job to tell them he has to take mom to the hospital. What? I sat up confused at first then I could hear my mom moaning in pain, serious pain, and I never heard anything like it before. I got up and went downstairs to see my mom on the floor, sweating and bent over, throwing up and hurting really bad. I didn't know what was wrong with her, the only thing I did know was that she was hyperventilatng and I had to get her to slow her breathing down, which I did, but it wasn't easy for her to do.

Dad and I though she had food poisoning and we tried to dress her and get her downstairs to the car to go the the hospital, that was easier said then done. Eventually we got her all the way down the steps and outside but couldn't get her to the car, so dad called the ambulance, and they came, and she went...

I was leaving a few days later on Sunday and figured she would be ok(food poisoning) so dad went to the hospital and I stayed home to shower and then I was to call dad so he could come get me.....when I was ready I called the hospital and talked to mom but they said they didn't know what was wrong. I started to worry because my mom is a cancer patient and to have something go bad is not good! Obviously.

In the end it turned out to be ok, she had a blockage in her intestines and she couldn't digest her food, it just got stuck there...I went to the hospital to see her during my last days. Saturday, the day before I had to go, we were to have a family gathering at my sisters house because I had requested to see my whole family all at once before I come back to Sweden. However I wasn't feeling up to it because I didn't want to go have fun while she is laying in the hospital.

Mom insisted to everyone that we do it anyways and she was serious. Well in the end we did have the BBQ and I wish mom could of been there but she couldn't. That was when I had to say goodbye to my sister. She cried a lot and I felt terrible, but I have a life here in Sweden now. Afterwards we went into the city so I could see mom at the hospital and then I went to moms house to pack everything, and figure out how in the hell I was going to get all this shit and food into my luggage!!

The next morning I woke early and showered etc and waited for my brother to come over because he was going to ride along with us to the airport. He came on time....my dad however stepped out that morning and said he would be back by 11am so we can go see my mom for an hour before we have to head to the airport.

I waited and waited. My brother came and we waited and waited. I started to get angry because 11am came and went and I knew I wasn't going to see her before I left. I was upset and started to cry, my brother gave me a hug, that was the sweetest thing ever! The latest I could leave was 12 noon, dad came walking in the door at 11.55. I was mad, hurt and upset and I told him that we were to leave earlier to see mom and he knew it....he tried to say we had time still, but we didn't, I knew that.

We drove to Philadelphia airport, drove around the place 3 times till we finally figured out where you park the car. I went through all the hoopla with check in etc and said my goodbyes to my brother and my dad and went to the back through security and so on and I didn't wait long at all before I was on my way back here.........

So anyways...

Like Old K said in my last post in the comments, he always had his own personal tv in the back of the headrest when he flys..me too, but not this time....doesn't matter now. I know who not to fly with anymore. So on with it....

When I sat in Frankfurt airport for 6 hours!!!....on the way back to Sweden, I sat at the one window that lets you look out at the planes comming in and out and docking etc....I seen a worker who was to be working, asleep in the bottom of a Lufthansa plane in the hatch next to the luggage hatch. Nobody(other workers) noticed him there for an hour! Eventually he sat straight up and realized he fell asleep. He shouldn't of laid down to begin with. Idiot.

So anyways, I made my way to the USA safe and sound. Had a good trip etc. Got my bags and went out to meet my parents, yes there was tears involved. I felt like I stood out among other Americans just because of the way I was dressed, and also because of a comment I got from an American girl while in the customs line. Yes I was wearing what Swedes wear. Swedes are fashionable and a little ahead of the USA when it comes to fashion etc...I thought I looked ok, but after that girl, I realized that Americans looked almost sloppy with their crazy baggy clothes.

Well I am who I am. I can't change that and I can't change the fact I like the fashion here in Sweden better. We stepped out of the Philadelphia airport and it was SOOOOOOOOO hot outside! I couldn't get over it and I had too many clothes on. It was like 16 celcius here in Sweden when I left and 36 celcius in the USA..I thought it felt good for the first 5 minutes, after that I realized it was too much for me now. I became accustomed to Swedish weather...

Anyways, we got home to my parents....etc etc.....I went to bed that night as normal only with shitloads of jetlag. I knew it was 10pm saturday night, but my body was on Swedish time and said it was 4am Sunday morning....I only slept one hour on the plane and woke the morning before at 2am to get to the airport on time, so therefor I was awake for 26 hours straight with a 1 hour nap.....I didn't sleep to well to begin with that night at my parents house, and then I woke up with the worst thing ever on Sunday morning....stuffiness. It was the beginning of a bad long week of being very sick.....all because of severe climate change.

Part of my trip...

Well I found I am not afraid to fly anymore. I'm trying hard to remember how the flight to the USA went and what I seen, oh yeah...I sat in Frankfurt for 4 hours on the way there, watched a woman walk through security etc and down through the concourse in a wedding dress, was quite weird. I ended up sitting on one of those tables they use to search your bags. All chairs were taken, eventually 4 others came and sat next to me, they weren't using the table!

I paid too much for a coffee and a muffin...surprise right? I only had one carry on and that was my purse...2 checked bags underneath the plane and I was good to go!

I sat on the plane from Sweden to Frankfurt next to an American guy who actually was going back to Philly....small world, and then from Frankfurt to Philadelphia I sat next to a woman who lives in northern Pennsylvania near the town I lived in when I lived in the north of that state years ago....she was nice.

I got tired of sitting and my ass would hurt. So, I got up and walked around the plane, I slept a little....the damn plane had no Tv on it, well it had a big one for all to share. Bullshit, I want my own damn tv so I can watch what I want to watch when I want. This is the first time I had to share..I don't like sharing....same shit on the way back too, same airline, of course! I won't say who it is....but it starts with the letter L and it's a dutch airline....though the pilots flew very nice and smooth and landed like they were on pillows......

The food was actually good too! I had a glass of red wine with supper, was warm and kinda tart....but I can't complain..free wine right?

ahh anyways, i'll write more in another post. I have lots to tell so I'll keep this it for now.

I'm back!

For anyone who cares, I am back from the USA since yesterday evening...and here are all my crazy pictures..

PICTURES

I have stories to tell...but as I am still tired from the long trip home because I didn't sleep on the plane, and school today, I'll save it for another day. Let me just say that being sick the whole time because of the extreme weather change is not fun! USA was about 36 degrees celcius while Sweden is like 14 degrees celcius.

I hated the heat and humidity!..yet it felt good..hmm..

Some of my favourite moments.....

It's been a great week here at home in the states and it's a shame it's almost over and I go home to Sweden on Sunday. I wish I had at least another week with my family.
These are a few of my favourites....

Caleb and I..


Chandler and I


Cindy and Tracey

Sjuk....

So I come to the states only to get sick? The climate change is killing me.
It's too hot...and humid.
I've got a bad something-or-other...I'm all stuffy and shit and I can't breathe out my right nostril....my chest is congested and I'm tired...boo-freaking-hoo :-(
My nose keeps running and yet I can't breathe?
I have a bad cough too.
I keep sneezing....my throat hurts...ugh!!!!
Ok I'll quit bitching now. Know what is going to make it all better? When I get on the back of my brothers motorcycle tonight and go out for a drink with him..woohoo!..just 1...thats all I need.

Time for me to TRY and do some of my homework and studying for class on Tuesday when I am back in Sweden.

I'm here.....

woohoo woop woop!
I am in America...good old USA!

NOT!!!!!...I'm here but I miss Sweden...My time here runs out fast...tomorrow is tuesday already and I haven't had one day to sleep in yet since I arrived on Saturday....Wednesday morning I will sleep in..yay!!! I have shit loads of pictures...will post them when I get back to Sweden. Enjoy ya'll!