Friday, 29 July 2016

Today's hair

Two stacked, braided buns. I can barely squeeze my hair into two XL Flexi 8!

Strangely I found that the night owls are just a tiny bit smaller than the dreamcatchers, so I couldn't close the night owls over the buns. I never noticed that before?

Thursday, 28 July 2016

Today's hair

Two braids split horizontally to make two stacked braided buns tomorrow.
It always amuses me a little just how far up I have to split it to create two evenly thick braids: The hair on the very top of my head is a lot coarser and grows denser than the rest.

Tuesday, 26 July 2016

I need a hug

I generally try to keep my private life and especially my private friends out of my blog, but I really need to talk about this.

Biochemist friend and I spent the day shopping and hanging out Thursday. She has a job interview coming up next week and wanted some help finding appropriate job interview clothes.

Biochemist friend and I met many years ago at a Swedish for beginners-class and although we have both been busy a lot, both with work, studies and family issues, we have always tried to be there to do something together with regular intervals.

Now she's moving back to her native Germany with her boyfriend to work.

I just don't know when it will fit in our schedules to see each other again and I can't shake the feeling of sadness.

I feel really lonely.

Sunday, 24 July 2016

This week in hair

It suddenly hit me that I only have two weeks of vacation left. Uh-oh. So if I were to make any progress, I'd better get started on my reading list.

I ended up giving up on One Second Later a few days ago. Made it to page 55. It's a shame. I loved the idea: An EMP goes off and for the most part, life just goes on. No power? Ugh, so annoying. But it will probably be back soon. With no way of knowing how extensive the power-outage is, you have no way of knowing what had happened or when help is coming. Unfortunately it has that oh so American-author syndrome where it describes every little stupid detail in great detail and goes into equally great detail about the characters past to a level that is completely unnecessary and totally frustrating. I always end up getting so irritated with that writing style and want to shake the author while screaming "Why? Whyy??" at them.

Instead I get started on Ready Player One. It's basically a love-declaration for nerd culture and the 80es. Unfortunately I think I'm just exactly too young to really get the (many) references, so maybe I should get Hubby to try it?

It's about time to get back to work, I'm getting tired of being a housewife! I'm almost through my to do-list with things like cleaning the fridge and sorting all the cupboards and such, so it's beginning to get boring.
Also, I find myself putting more and more effort into Hubby's lunches just to entertain myself. Today he is getting an enormously thick  pork chop I found in Copenhagen the other day, baked vegetables and whiskey sauce. Spoiled Hubby!

I spend the evening looking around for a new K-beauty show to watch. Beauty Bible spring/summer 2016 finished its season around two weeks ago and I need something else to watch.
Again I find myself wishing I knew the basics of Korean. So...
.. I signed up for Korean lessons for beginners! 
After having finished the sign up and paid and everything, I had a moment "What the [bleep] did I just do??". On one hand it's unbelievably dumb, because it's 3 months and I don't even know if it will fit my work schedule. On the other hand, it's something I've been thinking of doing for a very long time.
We'll see. I start on September 12th.

I play around with my hair and use the hair-lasso for like the first time ever. It wasn't exactly a success.

Today's hair is one of my favorites: The twist-beginning five-stranded braid.

I have a specific reason to wear it again: I need to fix it up in a bun tomorrow, where I have a job interview! I ended up sending out two applications a week ago and already have a call back. Of course this leads to an "uh-oh", because I have something else I will start on in August.
But since the other job is project-based and 3-4 months, and this is something potentially permanent, I have to priornitise.

I then proceed to have a "minor" meltdown when I go through my work wear to find something for tomorrow. Out of 15 pairs or so of nice office wear pants, I can't fit into any of them!
Holy crap.
I know my weight has slowly piled on the last 7 years or so (I blame Hubby! Typical relationship gut!), but that I can't fit into any of the nice pants is just humiliating. I guess I didn't realise the problem in it's full extent since I've been in a "jeans and T-shirt" kind of work environment for many years now.
Time to take the dieting more serious!

First things first: I get the job! Yay! I'm very happy with it. It seems like my new colleges and I are a good fit, so I'm really looking forward to starting there.
I don't start until September though, so I have a month at the other place first.

I don't exactly enjoy the conversation of having to call the first place and tell them I have to cut my contract short, but they understand I have to prioritize.

I make lasagne in the evening, using the minced soy.

My lasagne recipe for 1 kg of meat and a lasagne kit:
  • 50 gram of minced soy
  • One pack of diced bacon
  • Small red onion
  • A bit of garlic
  • A few regular or pickled chililes
  • One large, shredded carrot (Works wonders for a dish that has a tendency to become too dense!)
And extra cheese of course!

I do a deep conditioning and to use up some of the Dark n lovely ultra cholesterol that had such a bad ingredient list and the Welcos Argan-gold that had such a weird effect on my hair. Mixed with some of the good Welcos-conditioners, it has a nice effect.

I really can't keep a straight face with this thing on!

Ever stumble on something in your hair stash and you seriously go "WTF?" over it?
I do over these hair sticks. Not only are they ugly and look like a child made them, they are rough too. I immediately toss them, but still wonder where and why on earth I got those things in the first place.