Memory Monday:

Recently there was an interview on Danish television with Sannie Carlson.

In 1994 she was the first artist ever to be number 1 in the UK singles chart with a debut single. That achievement gave her a place in the Guinness Book of Records.

Most of you probably know her better under the name Whigfield.

And all though she made a lot of music back in the 90s I have to say I only remember two of her songs:

Whigfield – Saturday Night (1994)


Whigfield – Think of You (1995)


Now there’s been a lot of remixes of her songs lately, and in the interview I mentioned earlier she said that she was working on some songs that she will perform herself. She’s been living in Italy for quite a lot of years where she’s writing and composing music for others.

Sannie Carlson anno 2009:

Photo from her MySpace page

But I need to honest. I’m not equally as thrilled about her (possible) upcoming album as I was to hear that The Cranberries are reuniting :-)

Have a great Monday!

Memory Monday:

Like I told you last Monday I blamed myself for my grandmothers death. Which was silly. But that didn't change the fact that I did.

But why did I?

Now here is where it stops making sense (well...)

My one year younger cousin (the one I mentioned racing prior to my accidental swim in the pond...) was at my house. (She and her younger sister were staying with us for the weekend.) Now we were 11 and 10 so we figured that we could easily ride our bicycles to our grandparent’s house. Cause it wasn't more than 15 kilometers. So what would be the problem in that? Well according to my parents the problem was that we would have to drive along a road with a lot of cars. And I do mean a lot of cars. And trucks. So they told us no.

After making up an incredible fool proof plan (we were just 11 and 10....) we decided to go anyway.
So we told my sister (who is 3 years younger than I and therefore definitely not old enough to join us on our adventure....and we remembered to tell her exactly that...HUGE mistake...) that she was to give our parents a note after we left. (How very responsible of us). But not immediately after we left. She should count to 100 at least 50 times.

So off we went. And we did get as far as almost to the next town which was 7 kilometers away when my dad showed up in the car with the trailer. But since we didn't exactly look like we were exhausted we had to drive home on the bicycles ourselves while he followed us in the car. (Not sure that would work today. A man following two young girls on bicycles...).
But we were very exhausted when we got home. And although we didn't admit it (at least not at first) there were a lot of times on the way out where the cars didn't care about the two of us on bicycles so we had to drive off the road.

So we did learn a lesson.
Well two actually.

- Listen to your parents when they inform you about the dangers of riding a bicycle in the countryside.

- And don't tell your little sister that she can't join you because she's not old enough - she will rat you out! ;-)


But the short story long...

Because we never made it to our grandparents house - and because my grandmother had the stroke not long after our adventure - I blamed myself for years. Had I only made it to their house then maybe she would have lived. Or even better. She would never have had the stroke in the first place. As if my visit days prior to the stroke would have made a difference.

As I grew older I figured out that nothing could have changed the outcome of my grandmother’s stroke. I'm not even sure that it would have made a difference if it had happened today.

Memory Monday:

I hope you all had a great weekend!

And I'm giving you more – if only a few – song from the 80s.

The first song is special to me in a way that’s difficult to explain, but I’m gonna give it a try…
After my paternal grandmother died (when I was about 11) my dad told me that it was her favorite song. Or at least one of them. I liked it before she died but that piece of information just made me like it even more. I don’t know why but I got the idea that it probably meant that my grandmother was my guardian angel! In my young mind that made totally sense at the time :-) (Well considering I thought that it was my fault she died (which it wasn’t - she died from a stroke – but that’s a totally different story) then maybe it’s not that weird at all….and then again…) Anyway. The song.

Guardian Angel – Masquerade (1984):




Back when lyrics were easy to remember…

Words Don’t Come Easy – F.R. David (1987):





This is one of those songs I remember but I don’t really remember the lyrics after all… At least not all of them.

Don’t You Want Me – Human League (1982):





I still like this one.

Everybody Wants To Rule The World – Tears For Fears (1985):

And they are still going strong :-)




And finally a song where the lyrics makes no sense at all :-)
This one is made by a Swedish band.

Hubba Hubba Zoot Zoot – Caramba (1981):


In case you want to know the actual lyrics to this one… :-)
Hubba hubba zoot-zoot
Nam!
Ebba obba zat-zat
Nam!
Pa huvee, pa huvee. paa
Pahab huvee paa
A nam nam?
A nam!

Have a great Monday :-)

Memory Monday:

Memory Monday:

Growing up I watched A LOT of Eddie Murphy movies.

The Golden Child (1986):

Trailer:



One of my favorite scenes from the movie:

The Dancing Can:



The bowl of oatmeal with blood in it and the scary looking guy (that never spoke a word, but wore some kind of a shade hat I think… Fu maybe? ) those were some of the things that were the worst of the movie when I saw it the first time)

Coming to America (1988):

Trailer:



Eddie Murphy playing multiple roles:



(This was actually on the television Friday or Saturday evening. I didn’t see it though.)


Beverly Hills Cop (1984):

Trailer:



I’ve always preferred the second movie. When I was younger it was mainly because Brigitte Nielsen played the ‘bad guys sidekick’ – and she’s Danish… - but today it’s because I like the whole dynamics between the characters.



(I found a “Behind the Scenes” video too…)


And then there’s Shrek (2001):



I’m not sure that Shrek would be as funny if the characters had been any different. I mean the voices of Eddie Murphy as Donkey, Mike Myers as Shrek, Cameron Diaz as Fiona and last but not least (even though it’s not before the second movie) Antonio Banderas as Puss in Boots. They are just a funny bunch.

(Btw. Shrek 2 also has the voice of Julie Andrews as Queen. I'd say that it doesn't get any better than that, but now I'm sidetracking myself from what I really intended to write about. I might have to address the issue of Shrek - and other animated movies - in a later blog post...)

As far as Eddie Murphy’s newer movies go…I haven’t really watched any of them (except for the Shrek movies and Dr. Doolittle…) or maybe it’s more true to say that I haven’t attempted to watch any of them. Perhaps I will some day.

Memory Monday:

Television that made me laugh:

ALF.
What do you call a creature from outer space? You know - an Alien Life Form...

I thought this guy was hilarious.

He always had an appetite for the cat… ;-)





Dining


More hilarious moments.


And then the song:



Also: Intro for season 1 - 2 and Intro for season 3 - 4.

Isn’t it funny that sometimes when you hear a tune you know exactly what show it was from? Even if you haven’t heard it in ages.

Brødrene Bisp – Voldsom Volvo



This song is one of the songs I still know the lyrics for - even though I may not have heard it in more than 15 years. It was part of a show. I couldn't tell you what that show was about if my life depended on it but I do remember the song...

Memory Monday:

More movies I watched in the 80s....

Desperately Seeking Susan (1985)



Dirty Dancing (1987)



Nine to Five (1980)

This trailer is WAY better. I thought the scenes like the ones from 1.51 were hilarious...


Private Benjamin (1980)


Crocodile Dundee (1986)


Blue Lagoon (1980)



Der Alte

Okay technically it's not a movie. It's a series. But I'm pretty sure that this series is the reason why I love crime series today...

Memory Monday:

Some songs from the 90s:


Army of Lovers - Crucified



Army of Lovers - Obsession





And some ‘crazy’ Danes making cover versions of different songs :-)

Diskofil – Da Jonny Ble’ til Conni


Diskofil – Dinge Dong





Aqua – Medley of songs – and they had a little help from Safri Duo too (Live at the Eurovision in Denmark 2001)



And one of the songs from their new album

Aqua – Back to the 80s

Memory Monday:

One show I loved when I was younger, was ’Allo ‘Allo! The story takes place during WWII, but the show’s premise was not to make fun of the war. It was meant to spoof war-based film and TV dramas.

I still sometimes say Listen very carefully. I shall say this only once… and Good Moaning.
And I also refer to The Fallen Madonna with the Big Boobies from time to time.

3.41 – 3.56 and 5.56 (or 6.35) – 7.00

And I love how they play with the words






If you want to watch episodes from the 9 seasons, you should check out this channel.

And if you want the complete (fan made) guide to the show you should go here.

Memory Monday:

Fishing, ponds and streams.

Where my paternal grandmother and her husband lived there was a small stream in the backyard. And across the street there was a fairly large pond, and there were a lot of ducks and swans living there. Also there were a lot of fish. So my cousins, my sister and I spend a lot of time fishing. Or running around in the stream. The only time I recall us ever catching anything in the stream it wasn’t even on purpose. My sister was just fetching some water in a bucket and she caught an eel.




But there were a lot of fish in the pond. Unfortunately they weren’t that easy to catch. But we tried. Every now and then we would bring our fishing poles and stand around the pond, each at our favorite spot, and wait for the fish to bite. I don’t remember ever catching any fish, but I do remember that one of my cousins won a fishing contest that was held at the pond once. And my sister won second or third place.





Another thing I remember was the time I fell in the pond.

And I’m pretty sure it was right after the fishing contest. My dad and my uncles and all of us children were on our way home to my grandparent’s house. I was racing my cousin and she said something to me, so naturally I turned and looked at her. Unfortunately that was when the pond took a turn too, so I ran into it instead of around it. It wasn’t very deep. But I was embarrassed and the water was cold, and the ducks and the swans were swimming towards me (I guess they thought I brought bread by special delivery…), so I really didn’t feel like swimming around in there. And the swans were pretty big to a 10 year old.




After that it took a while before I ran my way around the pond again. I preferred walking :-)

Memory Monday:

Childhood games.

We played a lot of the games at school (between classes – and sometimes during).

I had 2 favorites:

Rundbold and Antonius


Now rundbold is similar to baseball or softball – and yet totally different I guess.

Equipment:

Here are the rules for rundbold
There’s only one thing I’d like to add. We did have someone to throw or bounce the ball for us when we were to hit it.

Like this:

I think I liked this game so much because I was pretty good at it. It was one of those games where I was actually in the top half of the class when teams were made. And it was not because I was a very good runner. But I could hit the ball far out of the field and I could throw it pretty far as well. And I was a fairly decent catcher too.
__________


Antonius is also a game that calls for ‘throwers’ and ‘catchers’. Mostly it’s played around a house - or something similar.

All you need is one of these - and a house:

There are two teams. The teams stand on each side of the house.
How to play:
Team A has the ball, and someone from the team throws the ball across the roof while the rest of the team yells “Antonius”.
The other team attempts to catch the ball before it hits ground. If caught it means point for the team. Team B throws the ball back. Same procedure. When a team’s got 3 points they are allowed to sneak around the building and when they yell “Antonius” the members of the opposite team have to maintain whatever spot they are in.
The person that caught the ball last, can after have taken three steps (and after having spat at the ground and going to wherever that landed….) try and hit one from the other team with the ball and if succeeded that person will have to join the other team. And the game continues.





But those were not the only games we played. And we didn’t just play games at school. More about that later.
I have been sick, so today’s post is rather short. There was more, but it will be posted later.
Have a great first day of the week.

Memory Monday:

Toys I used to play with as a kid.

Most of them were simple, didn't require any batteries or other source of power - only a great deal of imagination :o)

Like:

The Slinky

As I recall it only came in two versions.
The plain

And the rainbow

The Footbag or the Hacky Sack

The yo-yo

There were a lot of tricks to those.
We used hours and hours to perfect the tricks, and only by watching and learning from each other.
Today you can learn all the cool tricks by watching a video

The Frisbee

The Roller skates - quad skates, not inliners.

The Rubik’s cube

And the Rubik’s snake

And finally the Hula hoop

I never could swirl more than 3 at a time.

But some are much more talented.





Many of these seem to have had their revivals. Some more than once.

The only difference between now and then seems to be the layouts.

Memory Monday: Bedtime stories, fairytales and childhood books.

Yes. More books.

I don’t remember if we (my sister and I) were ever read that many bedtime stories. At least not on a regularly basis. Most of the time I think we read to ourselves. Comics to begin with – mostly Anders And (Donald Duck) - then books later on. But when we did get a bedtime story, it was either a fairytale or something by Astrid Lindgren.



The first book I ever was given as a present was Ronja the Robber’s Daughter by Astrid Lindgren. The next I got was The Brothers Lionheart. And I loved them. I can’t even remember how often I read them during the first years I had them.
It’s the only books I ever practically wore out as a child. (Those - and my copy of The Children of the New Forest by F. Marryat.)





Besides Ronja the Robber’s Daughter and The Brothers Lionheart I read pretty much every book Astrid Lindgren ever wrote and/or I watched the movies/series made of the books. Like Pippi Longstocking, Emil of Lönneberga and Madicken.





[Madicken often makes me think about Anne of Green Gables as well - but that’s probably because they both went up - and fell down from - a roof to prove a point…



Couldn’t find a picture but I found this clip where Anne falls down from the roof – and later she get’s Diane drunk ;o) ]


Now, where was I? Bedtime stories, childhood books and…oh yes…fairytales…

At school we read a lot of fairytales. Mostly by H.C. Andersen or the Brothers Grimm.





But when we had to tear the stories apart to find the deeper meaning/the theme/the lesson to be learned in the stories, they lost their magic. And I really hated that. I liked the stories but at the age of 10 that’s what I really cared about. The stories. And even though most of the fairytales were also written with grown-ups in mind, my 10 year old brain didn’t want to dissect them and discover the underlying story. I just wanted to be entertained. Although I didn’t find most of H.C. Andersen’s work that entertaining – actually I found it rather depressing.

(I’ve learned to appreciate both the writing of H.C. Andersen and the ‘necessity’ to dissect stories/fairytales since then, but I still like to be entertained when I read.)

But all in all I read a lot as a kid.

I still do.

Enjoy your day :o)

Memory Monday:

I stumbled across the first video in this post by accident (don't even remember what I was searching for at YouTube at that time...) but suddenly I found myself searching for other videos like it. Intros for television for kids.

Every time I hear these intros they throw me right back to when I was a kid waiting impatiently for my favorite tv shows to begin...

Legestue:


Kikkassen:


Intro for Anna & Lotte


Intro for Bamses Billedbog


Did you have any favorite tv shows as a kid?

Memory Monday:

Also known as: ”even more bad music” *lol*.
I’m pretty sure a psychiatrist would have a field day with my taste in music when I was a teenager ;o)

Dizzy Mizz Lizzy - Silverflame

Danish band in the 90’s. The lead singer Tim Christensen has his own career, and Celine Dion seems to like his music


Kim Larsen – This is My Life

Kim Larsen’s made a whole lot of music throughout the years (and even if I didn’t like his music – which I do – I would probably know the lyrics just as well). I have a lot of favorites but Flyvere I Natten [Airplanes in the Night] is in my top 3.


Richard Marx – Hazard

Although I think I listened to Right Here Waiting equally as much.



Guns’n’Roses – Knocking On Heavens Door



Bon Jovi – Bed of Roses



Bryan Adams – Summer of ‘69


It's funny, though. I always seem to remember that the pace in the music was way faster when I first heard the songs.

Memory Monday – of a sort.

AfterEllen.com Hot 100 2009

Last year I was all new to this site – and furthermore new to the community. And as for the video countdowns – I didn’t know half of the people presenting the hotness of the Hot 100.
But after a whole year of watching vlogs and reading blogs (and not only on AfterEllen.com) I’ve gotten a hold on myself. And it’s kinda nice.

In the beginning I didn’t have a clue on what to do or what to say – or how to say it. Truth be told, I still don’t most of the time, but at least it’s not unfamiliar territory anymore.
Besides the confusion I felt (re-realizing I was gay – and probably more interested in women [if not solely interested in women] than men) it was also very difficult to seize the whole LGBT community at once. Actually I felt like I had moved to a foreign country where I didn’t know the language or the customs. It’s kind of difficult to describe. I guess it was more a question of fitting in. I’ve never quite fit into ‘the straight world’. But because it took me so long to address my ‘identity-problem’ I felt like I had no chance of fitting into ‘the gay world’.

I’m getting there, though.

Also I’m a very shy and very private person (at least in person…) around strangers. It’s usually mistaken for arrogance (and I totally get it because I’ve made the same mistake a few times). So I don’t easily make friends. [Fortunately I don’t blush as often as I did when I was younger. Shy and embarrassed doesn’t make a very good combination.]. But I enjoy my own company. It’s not like I’m antisocial or asocial. I like being around other people. Just not 20 people all the time. Being home is nice too.

Where am I going with this?
I have no idea.

But what I meant to say all along.

The AfterEllen Hot 100 2009 list is up sometime today.

And I’m all kinds of excited about it.
First of all, duh, 100 hot women!
But it’ll be fun to see which 100 hot women made the list this year. From what I read there seems to be a lot of new faces…

Like

Alexandra Hedison (TLW)

Yvonne Strahovski (Chuck)

and

Laura Sanchez (Los Hombres De Paco)

Can't wait!


EDIT: The list is up - and even though 5 of the women I voted for (in all 4 categories, that is) didn't make the list that still makes 20 of my votes on on the list. So I'm good ;o)
Now go check out the Hot 100 of 2009. It's a pretty impressive list!

Memory Monday:

When I think back on my childhood summers it seems like the sun was always shining. Or maybe I just didn’t care about the rain.



I loved the 6 ½ weeks absence from school. But even though I never (not in a million years) admitted it to anyone I was always longing to get back to school. At least during the last week of the summer break.

I usually spend my summers playing with friends or cousins.

What I enjoyed the most was when it was time to harvest.
My grandparents (my mother’s parents) lived on a farm. We’d spend time there during the year but the favorite time was during harvest.
Oh those summer days spend in the field. Running around in the crops, waiting for the machines (i.e. the combine harvester and the grain cart) to start cutting down the hay, so it could be formed into bales for us kids to play in.



I’ve build numerous of forts out of hay bales. Good times!



Then it was time to gather all the hay bales and put them on the hay wagon. Back then it seemed safe enough for us kids to ride on top of the hay. Pretty sure our parents wouldn’t do that if it was today. But we did then.



When we got to the barn we either went straight to the hayloft trying to get all the cats and kittens out of the way for all the bales to fit in or we helped with the hay elevator. Actually we did a lot of work but it always seemed like more of a game.



At the end of the day we were always dirty and itchy from all the hay and we were hungry and tired as hell, but still we could barely wait to get started the next day. Doing all of it all over again.



No wonder I don't have much energy left ;o)



Also.
It's May 4th.

Today 64 years ago WWII ended - at least the occupation of Denmark did (- along with the occupation of Netherlands and North West Germany).

Some still light candles and place them in the windows to honor freedom and those who lost their lives during the war.

I don't get the point of war. At the end of it everybody has lost something and nobody really seems to have won.

Memory Monday:

Growing up I didn’t just listen to music in English. We do have quite a few amazing singers/bands in Denmark as well. Most of them perform(ed) in both English and Danish.
These are some of the Danish songs I listened to during the 80's and 90's…

Anne Linnet – Glor På Vinduer (Looking at Windows)

Marquis De Sade is the name of her band. (Nothing to do with the actual Marquis himself.)

Halberg Larsen – Magi I Luften (Magic In the Air)


Rocazino – All My Love


Tøsedrengene – Indianer (Indian (as in Native American)


Ray Dee Ohh – Mandagsstævnemøde (Monday assignation)


One Two – Hvide Løgne (White Lies)


Sanne Salomonsen – Uden Dig (Without You – however I think this was actually recorded in English at some point titled Without Love)


Anne Linnet and Sanne Salomonsen are 'still going strong', Rocazino is on a Revival Tour at the moment, but the rest of the bands split up pursuing either a personal music career for some of them or simply pursuing other dreams - like it happens with most bands.

Sanne Salomonsen is often referred to (by the Danes...) as 'the Danish Tina Turner' or simply 'Rock Mama'.
Anne Linnet is a Danish lesbian icon (I'll probably elaborate on that in a later post).

Have a nice day!

Memory Monday:

The wonderful world of books.
I love books.

I've always read a lot of books.
And my two favorite places on the Earth (as far as buildings goes) are the/a bookshop and the/a library.

When I was 11-12 years old I had two favorite authors:
C.S. Lewis and J.R.R. Tolkien.

I got caught up in the amazing worlds of Narnia and Arda.

I used to sit in my room or in the living room and read all the time (when I wasn’t hanging out with friends – I did have a few of those too). And when I was reading I was lost to the world. People could have thrown a party right beside me or dropped a bomb or set the chair on fire and I wouldn’t have noticed. (Occasionally it’s still that way today when I read.)
And I’m a somewhat fast reader. Even then. It took me almost a week to read “The Lord of The Rings” (all three books). But that was because I was busy playing football (soccer) and tennis, and trying to figure out how to play the guitar. So I didn’t have that much spare time ;o)
It bothered me that I wasn’t allowed to take more than 3 books from the school library at a time because we only went there once a week. And the city library had the strangest hours back then. So I couldn’t go there either. (That has changed. Thankfully!)






When I was 13 we had a new English teacher (previously mentioned as it was her I had the ... erhm huge crush on) who let us watch the Hallmark edition of “The Lion, The Witch and The Wardrobe” (witch – in retrospect – was actually quite horrible. And not just in comparison to the recent edition. But for educational purposes I guess it wasn’t that bad. The actors were v-e-r-y____a-r-t-i-c-u-l-a-t-e… ). Of course we had to watch without the subtitles – it was after all for educational reasons – and how she made that happen was, well, hilarious. It contained duct tape and long pieces of paper (carefully measured out as to the length of the television) – this was long before the DVD-player. (Actually I think we still had a Betamax at home at that time).

She also ‘made’ us read books in English. Like whole books. Not just passages. It was a nice change. I still remember the storyline of one of them, but unfortunately not the title and I haven’t been able to find it since.

Also at 13 I read a book by a Danish author called Kirsten Holst (Her husband Knud Holst was an author too as is their daughter Hanne-Vibeke Holst ). It’s called “Min ven Thomas” (“My friend Thomas”) and was about a teenage (High School age) boy who discovers that his friend Thomas is gay. And not only is he gay. He’s got AIDS as well. And needless to say the story hasn’t got a happy ending. It’s not a story about gay love, as Claus (the main character) and Thomas are just friends. (And Claus is hopelessly in love with a girl). But it’s a story about growing up. And sex. Safe sex. And love. And fitting in. And a lot of other teenage angst issues.



But mostly I read crime novels (not like the ones I read today. Not quite as messy and violent.) and detective novels (I was a private detective once… When I was 13-14 years old. But that’s another post… If ever…) like Alfred Hitchcock and the Three Investigators.





A series about three boys who solve impossible-to-solve crimes and worships Alfred Hitchcock. (And in some odd way Alfred Hitchcock is ‘Charlie’).
They were a lot of fun to read.
And apparently they seem to be rather rare today, so I suppose I’ll have a hard time trying to dig them up if I ever were to re-read them.

However I have a sudden urge to go to the library.

Have a nice day ;o)

Memory Monday:

If you haven't yet heard of Amazon's 'glitch' about removing sales ranking from LGBT books go to eurOut or go to AfterEllen to read about it.

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Easter is really screwing with my time line. I didn’t realize it was Monday (so I also totally forgot that yesterday was Sunday – as in Sapphic Sunday. Sorry about that.). Being on Easter Break has been nice – especially due to the lovely weather – but it’s time to get back on track.


This Monday I would like to honor my scars, cuts and bruises. Or maybe just my clumsiness.



I have a (very) bad habit of falling over my own feet. Or just being unlucky in the presence of pebbles, branches, slippery floors, water puddles or couches. And bicycles. But I always seem to remember which caused what scar.

When I was about a year my father dropped me on the kitchen floor (by accident – I was wearing nylon pants and so was he (it was the 70s!?!) and I slid down of his knee while he was trying to put me in my jacket). I still have a bump on my forehead.

When I was 2 ½ years old I fell of the couch (while jumping on it) and hit my head on the coffee table. That gave me a scar above my left eye.


At the age of 5 I fell and landed on a stone (which lay on a dust road behind my parents’ house) and cut a hole in my right knee. Scar.

At 11 I crashed with a classmates BMX bicycle and scraped my entire left side while sliding across the asphalt. And I had a concussion. Small, but still. That hurt like hell!




When I was 12 I wanted to jump across a water puddle. That didn’t turn out pretty either. I landed on the side of my left foot, and sprained it. Not enough for me to use crutches, but it was painful. And the beginning to my three-legged years. From the age of 13 to 16 I spend more than half of my life walking with help from crutches. My left foot barely heeled before I sprained it again. (And often just by stepping on the tiniest, littlest stone – or even looking at one). Those were the days…





I had my drivers license when I was 19. The same year I bought my motorcycle. And in the summer of that year I thought it was a brilliant idea to ride said motorcycle wearing nothing but shorts and T-shirt (and my helmet of course). And it all went well. Right up till the time I wanted to park the motorcycle. For some odd reason I had to slide down the wrong way (on the right side of the motorcycle) which caused a sever burn of my right calve muscle. The exhaust pipe was pretty damn hot even if I hadn’t been on a very long ride. Surprisingly the scar is not as visible as I would have thought it to be today, but then again it has been a few years since the accident.

I have had numerous cuts and burns on my hands. (I am clumsy and should probably not be trusted with a knife, but I really enjoy cooking, so… And my oven and/or stove seem to have a grudge against me. At least they keep burning me…)


But not all my scars are self-inflicted. I actually have two scars on my right hand from where my ex-husband cut my fingers with a handsaw (unintentional).



When I was 6 I had chickenpox. Multiple scars. (They were very itchy)

When I was 11 I had my appendix removed. It was kind of an emergency operation, so apparently there wasn’t much time to cut it out neatly. [My sister’s scar from when she had a c-section is smaller. But then again, there isn’t much difference between a child and an appendix, right?]

I have had surgery a few times (besides the appendix). Mostly in my knees. More specifically my meniscus – in both my knees.

I have broken my right wrist once (by slipping on some ice). And sprained it as well.

And I have broken my left wrist, by slipping on the kitchen floor.

It’s true. Most accidents happen in the kitchen ;o)


Have a nice day.