Sunday, December 31, 2017

On My Own

I'm cozy in my bathrobe underneath a blanket in bed. I haven't gone out for New Years in years.

See you again next year :).

Saturday, December 31, 2016

Out with the Old

It's the last day of the year again and I'm here to make a singular contribution to my blog while it's still good old '16. I'm unsure how I might expand on what I said last year, because this posting is every bit as much of a fluff piece as the last posting :P.

I guess this time I can sign off in a more spectacular way as I wish everybody a happy transition into 2017 :).

*Cue confetti, streamers, glow sticks, sparklers, fireworks, loaded cannons, and anything else you might keep in your basement, or otherwise around the house*

Thursday, December 31, 2015

The Last Day of the Year

Last year I only found it in me to get one measly posting together. I'd say it was more of a drive-by-posting than anything else, as I only showed up to promise I'd be back soon :P. I seem to have had my pants on fire as 2015 is drawing to a close and I don't know when I'll be back yet. I have to admit that I'm only posting something now (with less than two hours remaining of this year) because I felt it would be a pity to not do so, when I've posted something every other year I've had this blog.

So if I have to try and find something meaningful to say in my fluff piece, I would like to wish everybody a happy transition into 2016 :).

*Cue confetti and streamers*

Sunday, September 7, 2014

Not Forgotten

I miss blogging.

I'll be back very, very soon :).

I have also decided to drop the act of demure sophistication and instead act out of youthful sophistication, and now use emoticons :P. 

What is happening with the world? :P

Monday, April 15, 2013

Dublin at Night: A Taste of 2013

So.... *Cough* was everybody's new years?

And yes, I know it's the middle of April...

I had a very quiet new years evening, I was going to stay at home and be miserable (I was a bit down) but David asked me what I was up to and we decided to go and look at the fireworks. We made our way to St. Stephen's Green but as the road we were following had been cut off due to some concert which would be held later on in the evening, we had to make a big detour and wound up missing the fireworks. The evening turned into a photowalk instead.

This is a longer than usual post so get your scrolling finger ready!

Oh how Christmasy my feet looked. Fa la la la la....

Monday, March 25, 2013

Gingerbread Busines near Christmas Part 2

Baking gingerbread cookies with your family should be a jolly and festive activity to bring you closer as a family. I remember it kind of coming close to achieving something similar to this. I do also remember that it got boring very fast! You knead out the dough, cut out adorable figures and lick your lips while imagining your teeth sinking into the cookie as it's come out of the oven and turned delicious. Bunch the punched out and stringy dough together and start all over again. Repeat for an additional seven or so times and suddenly it's boring. You look at the amount of dough that is left (practically all of it) and wonder:

1. Exactly how long is this going to take?
2. When can I eat a gingerbread cooki?
3. Seriously, how much dough is there left?!
4. Can I make a salami shaped/sized gingerbread cookie? Will it cook evenly in the oven?

As it's been quite a few years since I've done any type of baking, I had of course forgotten all about this.

We set up in Pilvi's tiny kitchen and started cutting out figures with the tiny little cookie cutters I had brought over. Cookie cutters which I had bought in last year's post-Christmas sale as they were Christmas themed and small, thus of course making them adorable. I love Christmas, I love adorableness. The second I saw these, they had to be mine. It didn't make matters any worse that they were about 50 cents or so.

Cute, cute, cute!

Daniel actually did not stay seated and joined our festive baking. Pilvi and I got a little bit tired of making them (refer to above) so his helping out was much appreciated. 

This is what the slightly less obscene cookies turned out. Some of them were unfortunately a little burned. Most of the cookies were put into this metal jar and shoved into my arms. Pilvi and Daniel were both going to Finland the following morning/evening/I don't remember, so I was told to enjoy them. 

I ate all of them over Chritmas. Verdict? YUMMMMMMMM!!!! 

Setting the Scene: Where are the Garbage Bags?

You might wonder what this picture is all about. A table covered with a black plastic garbage bag? What appears to be a punch bowl filled with some kind of beverage and fruit adventurously hanging off of the edges?

Like I told you before, Pilvi and I decided to be festive and make gingerbread cookies for Christmas. We were efficient little elves and made the dough ourselves. After the dough had settled overnight we decided to see what our cookies as well as our baking skills would amount to.

I went over to Pilvi and Daniel's place. They have a somewhat teeny tiny kitchen so we decided to set up on the table in the livingroom, thus the very classy looking garbage bag set up. We did however come to the conclusion that the kitchen would, small as it was, perhaps be more sufficient. The garbage bag turned out to be more of a impromptu splatter guard for any possible accidents, as we were having a few drinks while doing our baking.

Daniel chose to remain seated in front of the computer, which was conveniently located beside the kitchen, making it very easy for him to lean over and do some cute, playful quibbling with Pilvi.

I saw their fruit bowl in the kitchen and had to ask what one of the poor melons had had to endure. It had in fact not been the object of crazy, scientific tests, it had been made into a vodka melon. In case you're wondering how to make a vodka melon: Chop a "lid" off of the top of the melon. Carve a crater inside the melon. Fill with vodka. Secure lid with toothpicks. Check melon now and then. Eat melon when the vodka has completely disappeared into the melon.

And after.... It has mostly grown back out but I felt quite doll like with this haircut. At the time I thought it was just a tad too short but looking at this picture I'm not entirely sure.

I paparazzied their apartment...

I had asked Emmet to join us but he couldn't make it so it was just me, Pilvi and Daniel. We got a little bit tipsy and ran back and forth between the kitchen (amazing gingerbread cookies taking shape) and livingroom, as we were all taking turns DJ-ing songs from Youtube.

I know that these are all pictures of their apartment but I couldn't get the gingerbread cookie pictures and these blend together in a post so I decided to separate them. Curious about what those damn cookies wound up looking like? Cookies coming up next...

Tuesday, March 19, 2013

Baubles in March

Ahem. It's already mid-March and I definitely did not intend to wait this long between postings. The last time I was absent from my blog for months was when I broke up with John. I haven't gone through any horrible ordeals these past few months, I've just been feeling a bit run down and had other things on my mind. I guess my procrastinating hasn't gotten any better either.

It's the same old excuse I guess: "I know I haven't been blogging, but I have been busy. I promise I will do better, I promise!". As I'm approaching 25 (which we all know is an age of great wisdom and insight into all matters important) I think I'm getting better at realising things about myself though and I have to admit I may not get a lot better at posting more frequently. I will try my best *bows head in shame*.

These pictures were taken in town a little bit before Christmas. Cheerful, non? And no, my next 15 postings will not be Christmas themed. Only the next two... It may take a few days before I get around to finishing those, but after that I promise I've left 2012 behind and will focus on the new year.

Tuesday, January 8, 2013

Change in the Air, but not the Brass Kind

All I will say is the following:


More to follow shortly!

Bribed Attendance

I haven't been a full year in my current job yet, but with Christmas around the corner I assumed there would be an office Christmas party. Indeed, somebody was appointed to walk around among us workers and count our votes for which of the presented options we saw best fit for our Christmas Extravaganza. I carefully considered all three options and picked a venue, as did everybody else. I was a little bit surprised when over the next few days I was not prompted once, but to twice yet again cast my vote. It appeared that not many people seemed too keen on the whole idea and they were trying to get people to get engaged and get a higher attendance. 

The end result? They encouraged (read: bribed) people to attend by deciding on a shared meal in a restaurant for which you would be able to get off work a few hours early to attend. It's always great to be able to get off work a little bit early but I have to admit that it didn't quite feel like a Christmas party.

I should perhaps not complain. My company did treat me to a yummy meal. Food!!

We had a small ceremony where trophies were handed out for different achievements. Earlier in the day our manager had called our department over for a small meeting as he had to announce that we would not be getting any trophies as our work was calculated in a different manner which would be more difficult to rate. It resulted in us not paying too close attention to the ceremony. We did hear a bit of clapping in the background as we were engaged in conversation.

It was a very relaxed evening and I was in a good mood when I made my way home. The fussy, warm vibe to my evening unfortunately came to an abrupt halt as I found myself in front of my house without keys. It took me an hour to get back out to the office to retrieve my forgotten keys and back home. It made sinking into the bed so much more rewarding. The rest of the weekend would be utterly enjoyed!