NoJoMo 22: Cannonball*

I had one of those days when I wake up to the alarm and I hit snooze, which I rarely do any more as I don’t like what it does to my energy level, and then promptly fell into the deepest sleep in the history of sleep.  Ten minutes of massive sleep, dreams and everything, and when the snooze went off (to the tune of Bigmouth Strikes Again by the Smiths) I was totally disoriented, no idea of anything to do with time or space.  And when that happens I feel like I am half asleep the whole day.  This is why snooze sucks.

This weekend we are buying a lamb.  You see, when Norwegian girls turn 9 years old there is a Christmas tradition where they are given a live lamb on the first Sunday of advent (the fourth Sunday before Christmas).  They then must take care of that lamb, feeding it.  We’ll keep it in the basement in our storage room.  Most older Norwegian houses even have a metal hook in the floor of the basement to chain up the lambs.  It’s called the lammeplass (the lamb place).  Anyway, lambs are cheap this time of year, basically for this reason.  Emma has to feed it until the weekend before Christmas and then she will have to slaughter it herself, thus making her a Viking woman.  Then we eat the lamb for Christmas eve dinner, saving the heart for Emma to eat herself.  I love these Norwegian traditions.

Of course, I made all that up.  But fresh lamb sounds tasty!

Did I mention that I was tired? 

Good responses on what to call your live in almost-wife.  I think in America they generally call it "living in sin" which tells you a lot about where America is generally at, socially.  I think common law wife is used in the States as well, but there still should be a nice neat word like samboer that sums it all up without sounding all legal or long-winded or sorta creepy like "lover".  

*Edit*

Check out this comic describing exactly my problem with what to call a non-spouse!

I made awesome hamburgers for dinner.  I rock.  

I just totally ran out of steam on this entry.  Time for…

Videos!

Since we were over at the friends’ house yesterday I thought I would post a video that always reminds me of each of them.  First, Vibecke.  She is a Smiths fan.  More specifically a Morrissey fan.  I seriously cannot hear a Smiths song without seeing Vibecke crooning along, swaying her head back and forth.  This is kind of the quintessential song by the Smiths that makes me picture Vibecke.

Her man, lover, boyfriend, samboer, Daniel, is from England.  This song will now forever remind me of him.  We spent an evening trying to sing this to Singstar (yes, copious amounts of alcohol were necessary to get me to sing).  It’s a great song, but I think this might be one of his favorite songs ever.  Kasabian with Club Foot.

And my Wife.  Lots and lots of songs remind me of her.  This song, though, drives girls crazy and I am not totally sure why.  I think every woman I know who was around in the 90’s just loves this song.  And when I hear it, in my head I see my wife hopping up and down, hair flinging back and forth.  Makes me happy.  The Breeders with Cannonball.

Zaphod