Friday, April 30, 2010

I don't speak French so I will settle for wearing stripes

I would have been present at a barbeque party (is it possible to combine those two words?) tonight, but as this is Ireland it has been raining, raining, raining...

The barbeque was supposed to have been a team event with people from my (help)desk attending. I wanted to go and was really looking forward to it, but as it was pouring down I didn't bother going. I didn't look forward to sitting outside and being cold (there is a roof over the outdoors area in the country club we had planned to have the bbq, so supposedly it would have been possible to still have it, even in rain), nor could I afford to stay indoors the whole night and have drinks. The economy will be tight for the next 7 days until me and Karl get payed.

So instead of getting to know the people on my desk better, I have been cozied up in bed, browsing eBay. And before you ask, Yes, it is an addiction. Unfortunately.

Thursday, April 29, 2010

I like movies that thrill me rather than movies that scare me

Me and Karl watched The Final Destination today. We got some goodies from the store and got cozy on the couch, but we were both disappointed by the movie, as it was not as good as the others in the series. This is the latest movie in the series about people that are rescued from a horrible accident by one person's premonition but then die one by one in the order they would have died in the actual accident which took place after they escaped. 
Don't judge me by the amount of sugar I eat!

Here is the trailer for the third movie, which in my mind was the best out of them all:

Autumn has found me

My mom told me once that I used to refuse to wear bright colours when I was little. A little shocked - as I could not remember any such behaviour - I could also see a possible explanation for it. As a young child I was a tomboy, but maybe more to the point, bullied for many years and due to this not very keen on getting any attention if I could have any sort of saying in it.


As a person whose closet in large parts consists of items in a myriad of different shades of green, turquoise and purple, it seems strange to imagine I could have had such a dislike for such pretty colours.
Another dislike of mine when it comes to colour, which has been a dislike of mine for as long as I can remember, is one for autumn colours. I have never liked brown, mustard, yellow, orange or red. Brown, red and orange have especially been colours which have made me cringe and the pure thought of wearing anything in these colours have made me feel uneasy. Lately, as you might have figured out from the above picture, things seem to have changed. 

I seem to have grown a apprechiation for mustard (it is after all related to lime, which I have always liked) and there have been red items dipping down into my closet for quite a while now. Orange is still a strong dislike of mine though. The dress which I am wearing in the picture, and also whilst typing this, is the only item I own which has orange on it.

Monday, April 26, 2010

A little girl with a black moustache

I've grown up with cats and they hold a very special place in my heart. We always had at least one cat and at one point we had 7!


I have a lot of memories evolving around cats: going for a walk with my mother and finding a lost kitten in a field, following a friend's cat around to see where she had secretly given birth to her kittens, wishing I could have the same luck and following our male cat around hoping it would also bring me to a cuddly bunch of kittens, sleeping with a range of different cats in my bed, even having one cat sleep under my arm and moving with me to the other side when I do my nightly turning from side to side.

I remember sneaking into a little closet in my childhood home where our cat had given birth to kittens. My mom told me to stay clear of the closet and leave the kittens alone, but how was a little girl supposed to be able to not sneak in for a peek of such small creatures? There are also a range of sad memories of cats having to be put to sleep and others running away.

Me and Karl stayed in Spain for a few months at the end of 2009. We thought we would be finding jobs there and staying for a year, maybe longer. As we thought we would be staying for a longer period we got a wonderful little kitten.

We didn't seem to find any work and had to start planning a return to Ireland and unfortunately had to leave our beloved cat behind. We found her a good home by putting up numerous posters up and down Main Street. A woman who happened to have been born in Ireland but grew up in England saw our posters and was moved by how we seemed to care for our pet we could no longer keep.

I got really fond of Mjau, as we called her, but we had to leave her behind due to safety regulations. Ever since we have gotten back to Ireland, which would be four months now, I have wanted to get a kitten. This weekend I was finally able to see a little furry ball of playfulness run around the house, as me and Karl drove out to the countryside and got Mjau II.

She isn't really called Mjau II, but she still doesn't have a name. Naming a cat is harder than coming up with a new password!

Friday, April 23, 2010

Pizza Heaven

Finally Friday! I think Friday is my favourite day of the week. You get up early and go to work, slave away all day and then come home. You throw yourself on the couch and chill or maybe go out and do something and when you get home at the end of the day or simply when you decide you have watched enough TV and that it is time for bed, it feels like you have had a very long, productive and rewarding day, with time for both work and play.

I'm currently sprawled out on the couch, digesting my dinner. Karl made pizza tonight, as he was inspired by my very first attempt at making pizza on Wednesday. It turned out very well for me, very tasty actually. The only thing which could have worked out better was the base. The dough seemed very sticky but I thought it would be ok, but it stuck to the paper and we had to scrape/eat the pizza off the paper. I thought it was comical but next time I'll make sure to get it right.

Here are some pictures from our little pizza evenings, starting with mine and then moving on to Karl's.


I like candles. I bought this cute little candle for Karl during Christmas when we were in Spain last year.


I had a drink with my pizza: Bulmers Berry. I recommend, very yummy! Karl is a keen beer enthusiast but didn't have anything to drink, as he is trying to give up smoking and has been off them cold turkey for a week now. Drinking makes him want a cigarette so he is staying away from alcohol as for now.


It looked nice but tasted even better! I put mushrooms, tomatoes, cheddar, mozzarella, sundried tomatoes, black olives, pepperoni and baby spinach on my pizza. I have never liked olives and I had never tried sundried tomatoes before this, but I thought I would try to make a different pizza than what I am used to and try something new. I also used to dislike mozzarella, but after this I think I have become a fan of it.


The pizza might have gotten stuck to the paper... can you The cutlery was in the apartment when we moved here and it is absolutely beautiful. The handles are wooden and painted in black, red and gold. The metal parts are intricately decorated and eating with these utensils makes for happy eating. You can't see them too well, so I will have to get around showing you a better view of them.


Long ice cubes! I would also like to direct your attention to my adorable cherry dress which is peeking through in the shot.


As desert we had plain vanilla ice cream with a treat that my mom sent me from Finland: liquorice sauce! You cannot believe how good this is with vanilla ice cream. She sent me two cartons and we, mostly I, have already finished off the first carton. *Sigh*


Karl doesn't like liquorice too much, but this sauce is just too tasty! It made me a bit sad that he wasn't as crazy about it as I was.

This is Karl symbolizing that the sauce is going to be wonderful, as per request from me as I took the picture.


His base turned out better than mine...


I gave the flour my blessing in the shape of a heart.


And then Karl started working the dough. Punch, roll, kneed...


This is what Karl's pizza looked like. I don't know which pizza I preferred. His had the advantage of not being stuck to paper. The pepperonis were really, really good. I am crazy about them! I only ever eat pepperoni or salami pizza when I go out. Only. Always. Karl's pizza had most of the ingredients I had on mine, excluding the baby spinach and black olives.


And yes, don't tell me - I know I'm bad. A second huge serving of ice cream and, I'm sure, calory rich ice cream sauce. It was totally worth it though. 

I have already watched two episodes of The Office and C.S.I. Las Vegas is on. 

Enjoy your Friday everybody!

Thursday, April 22, 2010

Sweet Cuddly Dreams

It is lurking close to bedtime for me. My job requires me to attend my desk between the hours of 07.15 and 16.00, so in order to get the minimum of 7 hours which one is supposed to sleep (and which I most of the time don't, with the exception being weekends when you'll be doing good getting me out of bed before 11.00) I usually hop into bed sometime before midnight.

Tomorrow it is Friday, glorious Friday, and Karl will call a person we have been in contact with in regards to taking on a kitten from them. The little lady we wanted to adopt was still a bit week last week and the couple didn't want to part it from it's mother yet. They told us she was the weakest kitten in the bunch. So as it stands we might be driving out to them this weekend and getting a lovely new member to the family.

So I will not only be sleeping schnuggled up into Karl like our adorable fridge magnet looks to be in it's little basket:


I might also have a kitten this weekend who then will schnuggle into me in the same way. But more about this tomorrow. Now: bedtime.

Karl


I mentioned in my previous posting that I have a fiancée, an Irish fella by the name of Karl. I thought I would introduce him to you. 


Karl is 33 years old, loves me very much and would probably walk on burning coal for me. I am very lucky to have him in my life and even though we sometimes fight and get sick of each other, we always seem to just melt back into being cutesy and a tad childish together. As you can see from the pictures, he is not afraid of making an ass out of himself (which in my mind is a terrific character trait in any person) and having a good laugh. 


He is, as me, a nerd, with the difference being him being a bigger nerd than me and also having more technical experience. He is very easy going and generally gets along with everybody, except for dishonest, vain and selfish people. While I would state that most people are a little bit vain and selfish, I am talking about people who are so in a bigger degree.


We are both a bit addicted to each other, especially at bed time. We cannot sleep without Schnuggles, which in our vocabulary means spooning and cuddling. His body temperature is very hot and a good few degrees higher than mine, and me and my body always seem to be cold; opposites attract!

And no, he doesn't really suck his thumb in his sleep - I made him pose like that for the picture. I made him (more like suggested to) put seashells on his nipples as well; I make him do a lot of things.

Welcome to My World

The moment I have been waiting for and which all of you, once you get to know me and maybe start reading my blog, hopefully will realise you have too, is here.

I am inviting all of you to follow me in my life, passions and creativity.

As for an introduction of myself:

My name is Sorella, I'm 21 and I'm currently living in the capital of Ireland. You can find the rest of my family in Finland, as this is where I originally am from. I'm part of a small minority in Finland who have Swedish as their first language so I would go about a normal day speaking Swedish, not Finnish, was it not for the fact I am in Ireland. Surrounded by English speaking people of all sorts of nationalities and having a fiancée who is Irish, I work in a call center doing Swedish (and a lot of English) Technical Customer Support as to not totally forget my mother tongue. I am a self proclaimed nerd and love everything technical and wish to pursue a range of technical certifications whilst also being a qualified and professionally trained seamstress who dreams of becoming a fashion designer, as clothes and designing them has been a passion of mine since I was 9.


I am known to be a major music freak and am interested in listening to a lot of different genres, as well as singing and playing the guitar. My musical role model is Mark Knopfler and not only do I wish to play the guitar like him some day, I also wish to meet him for a cup of tea, or a pint of Bulmers before I die. Having a chat while digging in to a large pepperoni pizza would also not be a problem.

I love to write, love to read, love to photograph. I feel I have a lot of creativity and wish to let it flow in any way possible. I hope you will enjoy taking a part of this journey as much as I will be going on it.

~Sorella