Tuesday, March 20, 2012

The List

Seems like it could do with a little updating, no?  Well, now that I have been in Sweden over a year, I can tell you that the unrelenting beautifulness in all directions at all times does fade a little bit, because I guess you get used to anything.  After a while, it's like "oh, there's another eight foot tall viking sex god.  Now what am I going to have for dinner... "  No, I didn't think it would happen to me either, but there you have it.

So sometimes its good to sit back, take stock, and really appreciate the fine specimens of Swedish manhood that exist.

Also, this very special edition of The List, is brought to you by OhioGirl Watching Movies and TV in Swedish.  *Takes bow*  You don't need to understand Swedish in order to appreciate the view!!

So, from the movie En Gång i Phuket which I saw in a movie theater!  In Swedish! 

A cutie and funny!  I give you Peter Magnusson.

From a series I have gotten into the habit of watching on a Sunday night (it's on before Damages) and I have figured out is to do with robots but not much else...

Andreas Wilson, with a younger, Swedisher, Tom Cruise kind of vibe going on.

And finally, not that I have been watching anything Swedish of him, but it would be rude not to include an old faithful:

Don't worry sweetie!  I haven't forgotten my first Swedish love.  I may look at the others sometimes, but I am always thinking of you!!

Friday, March 16, 2012


Which is really just regular old Friday, but I like the sound of free-day. Guess you can take the girl out of the US and all that! I guess I never realised before just how special our great constitution is to protect our right to think and say whatever we darn well please without hating and censorship. I guess I'm just a proud American! That is all I have to say about that.

After being so excited by days and days of sunshine (even if it was still pretty chilly), the last couple of days have been dull and depressing and reminding that we are still in the grips of winter for a little while yet. Winter in stockholm is just so loooooooong. I swear it has been more than just a few months since it was light and warm. I swear I've had at least two birthdays since then.

Actually I did have a birthday last week, yay me! It's not polite for a lady to tell her age, so let's just say it was a digit closer to Botox. Which actually I think I would be too scared to go through (I read it's actual poison - can anyone explain why it doesn't kill you through your skin???) but a digit closer to people smiling at me while thinking in their heads that I could use a little tweaking here and there. Although probably not so much in Sweden, you see a lot of "growing old gracefully" women here, I guess whatever floats your boat. I say whatever makes you look your best so you feel your best is a good thing. As long as it doesn't actually poison you, because there would be not much point in being hot and dead.

Monday, March 12, 2012

I know I said I was done...

... and I am I am!  But who needs an excuse to post a little Don Draper?

Don Draper Agrees With Me About Reality Stars

I knew that him and I basically agree on things.  This will be good for when we marry.


Since I decided I was going to stay here for a while (things might not have worked out like I thought, but no running home in defeat for OhioGirl!), I figured I should start to learn the language.  I mean, everyone speaks English (or at least think they do, they make more mistakes than they think but I guess I do in Swedish so its even!), but still there are times it is annoying not to know if people are talking about me, for example.

So I started taking lessons, and it's going okay.  Except, it's a REALLY frustrating language!  There are all these weird rules and strange pronounciations for things that it makes you understand why they all speak English!  I'm sticking it out because I'm not a quitter, but sometimes I really wonder why I bother.

For example, there is no word for "please".  How weird is that?  It is basic everyday courtesy and they don't even have a word for it - they say thank you.  So you would say "a coffee, thank you" instead of "a coffee, please", which doesn't sound as polite in my opinion.  And how to you teach kids their "please's and thank you's"?  You would have to teach them their "thank you's" and "thank you's"!!

And sometimes they say sentences backwards for no good reason I can see, its like the whole nation has that disease where you get words mixed up and curse for no reason.  Like, you say "now live I in Stockholm", which just sounds like you're trying to speak in Shakespeare or something (even though Shakespeare spoke English!) and should have a bugle and be like "hear ye hear ye, in the year of our lord 2012, now live I in Stockholm"!

I'm not disrespecting or anything, so please don't go crazy at me in the comments, I'm just sharing some observations as I take on this new challenge in my life.  Be I happy to live in this fair town, thank you!!

Friday, March 9, 2012

One Last Thing...

... To say about this stupid show and then I am done with it.  I'm sorry, a freaking mugging on the third day and some hot guy just happens to be right there to save her?  Whatever!  How stupid do you think we are?  If you'r going to do one of these fake soaps that pretend to be reality, you need to get someone who can act at least!

I couldn't resist taking a little peek around the website for it, what can I say I like a car crash!! And came across this: Recap.   Some stupid idiot who is clearly not capable of getting a real job so recaps bad shows for a living is slandering and and defaming me.  I think you'll find that calling someone a nutjob in a PUBLIC FORUM is illegal missy, and then to suggest that I was in some stupid liveblog with the airhead you think is worth a show being about when I have BETTER THINGS TO DO WITH MY TIME?  Yeah, you'll be hearing from my lawyers.

Whatever, I am so over all this.  Why do I keep getting caught up in drama after drama?  I just want to write a little blog about my crazy life in Stockholm and haters and fantasists just keep getting obsessed with me and writing about me - stop!  Why do you give me so much power!  I am just little old me.

Who passed my aniversary in Stockholm a few weeks ago btw, and also this blog aniversary!  Should have done something about it, sorry I didn't.  Caught up in real life as usual!  So a belated happy birthday and true thanks to all the GENUINE followers and internet buddies that I have made over one topsy turvy year!!

Wednesday, March 7, 2012

Don't Judge Me...

... but I freaking watched it again!  I know, I know, I can feel my brain cells melt and drip out my ears by the second, but sometimes you need a little junk in your life.  Umm, I don't mean like... *blushes*... moving swiftly on.

The floozie that I guess we're all supposed to think is super cool because she has her own show wakes up - surprisingly, alone, despite the fact that we all saw her get into a cab with her friend's boyfriend (classy).  At breakfast, we meet her roomie and friend Anna.  Now Anna, I can get on board with.  She is smart and classy and ladylike - everything her buddy Frida is not.  They talk a little bit, Anna tries to make Frida understand that coming home in the wee hours and selfishly waking everybody up is Not Cool, and Frida looks bored because no one is talking about her.  Then she goes out to have coffee with her brother, who is kind of a geek and seems to be mostly wondering what a camera is, going by the dopey way he stares right into it the whole time.  Frida whines her face off, he listens and looks like a dope.  The end.  Fascinating stuff.

Honestly, this is a problem that I'm finding again and again in Sweden.  You first come here and they seem to be all intellectual and cultured and, you know, smart.  Then you realize that actually it's just their accents and they are as airheaded and vapid as anybody else.

Tuesday, March 6, 2012

 Anyone remember this? 


She has her own show. She has my husband (not any more I don't think) and she has a DOCUSOAP about how amazing she is when really she is a husband stealing wh*reb*tchsl*t. Sorry, but sometimes cursing is all that will say what you need to with the strength it needs! And she is freaking boring and stupid! Why exactly has she been given a show can anyone tell me? There has to be about 17,000 better candidates for a reality show about their life, some of which haven't stolen people's husbands probably. Like these for instance:

So can anyone tell me one thing that is more interesting about blondie than any of these people? But they picked blondie. Approached her, so she says (though I wouldn't trust anything that twinkie has to say as far as I could throw an elephant). Is there no moral standards left in the world that people like HER become famous famewhore famoussons? Call me old fashioned but I think that there should be STANDARDS for people to get that kind of success, not that she actually has any – clearly she is yet another vapid airhead who let's just say I'm pretty sure that the producer of the show is a guy who doesn't think with the head on his shoulders, is all I'm saying.

Old friend...

 OH MY EFFING.... you will not believe what I just realized! What are you haunting me or something? Seriously? You have got to be kidding me world!

Monday, March 5, 2012

RealTales: Södermalm

What kind of ever loving hot mess was that? 

For ever and ever we have been BOMBARDED with PR about this incredible new web docu soap that is going to be amazing and innovative and unique and re write the rules of reality tv and whatnot and... some dinky famewhore in the ugliest boots I have ever seen in my life (seriously, I might not be able to get to sleep tonight after that disturbing sight) pranced around and got in a bitchfight over what I don't even know? Some dopey looking guy? Really ground breaking, we've never seen that before. 

Why cant we get docurealitywhatevers with some, I don't know, grown ups in them? I don't need to see some chicky who is about 12 and needs to eat a sandwich or eleven and grow a clue floating around like some pointless clothes horse who only comes to life when some dude looks at her. 

So yeah, I don't think I'll be watching again! Shame! Could have been good. Could have been something interesting. But instead, we got famewhore thy name is... whatever the heck her name was, I forget already.

Spring in the air!

Last night as I was walking to a date-type-thing (maybe later) I suddenly turned around and saw this and thought, I live in a pretty darn pretty town.  So often I get down on Stockholm (for good reason) that I forget it's good points.  Like:

1) All the water
2) It's getting lighter and lighter and lighter
3) The people are easy on the eye.  Weird and unsociable, but nice to look at.
4) It's clean.  Sometimes I think that little Swedish elves come out every night with mops and buckets and just sanitize the whole place.  I went to New York once and couldn't even enjoy it because all I could think of is the germs floating everywhere from all the filth.
5) Nobody bothers you, which some days is good.
6) Lots of hills (in Sodermalm anyway) which is good for the old booty
7) Candles in coffee shops.  Atmosphere and caffeine all in one!
8) The giant ships.  I dunno, they just tickle me.
9) Weird, not good, junk food in stores.  Also good for the old booty.  Now you know why Swedish people are skinny and hot!
10) Uhhh.... never running into any *ssholes from highschool or anything.  Can be good having a whole city/country/continent/hemisphere to yourself! 

Yayy Stockholm!

Thursday, March 1, 2012

Friday, February 3, 2012

Tuesday, January 31, 2012


Sun today in Stockholm - actually the last couple of days, but I didn't get a chance to post until today.  It is super, crazy, cold, but bright and sunny which is one of the nicest kinds of weather I think.

Not that I have been out in it all that much because I have been spending time with Coffee Shop Man.  Which, like some commenters said, doesn't mean for sure that it's Someday and my Prince has gotten here, but he is a gentleman and knows how to treat a lady and that is not to be taken for granted in this day and age and especially in Sweden.  Like I have said many times before, of course I am a feminist, but I don't see why that means guys have to be jerks - you can respect somebody as a strong unique individual and still buy her flowers once in a while!  Fyi!

And think she is equal but don't slam the door in her face!
And like her personality AND the body she works damn hard for!
And get that she can make her own money but treat her to dinner!
And listen to her opinions and say she looks pretty!
And take care of babies and sometimes call her baby!
And respect her privacy and ask her out on a damn date!


Thursday, January 19, 2012

Isn't it interesting...

... how people you think you know you don't but sometimes you can predict a complete stranger exactly?  I mean, I don't believe in hocus pocus mind reading soulmates or whatnot, but sometimes you just get somebody.

Hmmmm, food for thought.

While we ponder this, here are some photos of the PATHETIC Stockholm winter so far!!

Wednesday, January 18, 2012

Take Your Shoes off or Die

Swedes sure do like their rules.  Which, I guess is their right like no doubt 57,000 commenters will tell me whenever I breathe a word about where I live, but really, they like a LOT of rules.  They all know them.  I think that there is some special compound where Swedish babies are taken and taught all the Rules of Life, and then they all have to go back once every three weeks to be tested to make sure they didn't forget anything.

Because, sometimes I screw up in America.  Sometimes I get in the wrong line or make a stupid joke that was funny in my head and everyone is like "woah, not appropriate" or whatever.  Because I am human and not perfect.

But, everyone in Sweden is perfect all the time.  They all know exactly what to do every single second and don't even ask questions and never interupt each other or show up at a party wearing the wrong thing.... ever.  And if anybody does screw up, they look at them like they just scraped them off their shoe.

Which is ironic, because they don't every wear their shoes inside.  I mean, in your own home is one thing I guess, but a stranger when I don't know how clean they are?  Or I'm wearing socks that aren't exactly for public consumption, and it's like, give me a break!!!

Tuesday, January 17, 2012

But can I even handle...

Somebody new and handsome who will be nice to me?  Maybe my problem is that I don't know how to be treated right?  I mean, I had a fairytale marriage that was for keeps and we all know how that turned out, right?  Maybe I don't know how to be happy? They always say that you have to love yourself before anybody else loves you, well I don;t have a problem getting them to love me in the first place, but what if I deep down don't love myself enough and that's why my heart gets broken over and over again?

He came over and he asked if he could sit at my table (it was pretty busy but there were other people he could have doubled up with) and took out his book to begin with. I couldn't understand the title of course but it was a thick, intellectual looking book and also he wore reading glasses which was just the dreamiest thing.  Like a hot professor (it would be even better if he was wearing tweed, but he was not) but with a warm, crinkly sexy vibe.

I was too scared to even talk to him to start with but then suddenly I looked up from my magazine and he was looking at me.

Monday, January 16, 2012

Monday Monday!!

... After a pretty amazing weekend!!! Something happened that hasn't happened to me in a long time... Get your minds out of the gutter, not that!!! Except... that was in the air. With somebody new. Somebody with no freakin baggage and history with me and already let me down (even though I know I have insanely high standards for people - I am working on it!).

I was sitting in one of my favorite coffee shops minding my own business like I always do, when I saw him. Checking me out, which you have no idea how rare it is in Sweden where the men are like scared little rabbits when it comes to real women.

Which is another thing. Before the whole world freaks out and hates and calls me names and whatnot, I have to say that I have noticed my sense of style is a little unique in this city. I am a feminist for sure (though not the hairy man hating kind) but I really don't see anything wrong with taking a little pride in my appearance and dressing like a WOMAN. You won't see me in biker boots and huge sweaters, that's for sure. I may have loved the millennium books, but I don't see lisbeth salander as a style icon like many women around here seem to.

But anyway, for whatever reason it was, I attracted a little attention.

And the he came over.

Wednesday, January 11, 2012


Okay, still in turning over new leaf first day of rest of life kind of mode today - it's been hours!!  That's a record for good intentions, right?!?

So I figure I will share some resolutions before heading out for the night (mmm... more on that later - maybe a reason for my good mood today!!!)

1) Listen to myself - seems like I usually know better when I do things that aren't a good idea...
2) Eat healthy, loose weight... blah, blah, blah
3) Have more fun and stop worrying what other people think
4) Don't take my ex husband back
5) Get divorced
6) Don't pay attention to loser haters!
7)Be happy in my own skin
8) Do a good turn every day
9) Learn Spanish
and... drumroll please... 10) Work hard AT MY NEW JOB

Woohooo!!!!  Details to follow!!!

Anybody got any resolutions to share???

Have a good evening everyone! 


Keeping this new resolution is going to be easier said than done but GOOD VIBES and GOOD INTENTIONS are what it's all about.  So if I even think about starting to go on about whatshisname or even Tallwhatshisname then I need you all to reach into the computer and cyber slap me... I can count on you all, right?????

So anyway...

Nope, I'm not picking up where I left off  because my New Year resolutions kicked in last night at least.  I was sitting with a little glass of vino watching the snow melting out my window (seriously, global warming or what, Stockholm weather this year is crazy!!) and I just felt this whoosh of what-the-heckness and it hit me like a steam train that I am so much better than all this.

What's done is done and I can't undo it and actually I'm not so turn over a new leafish that I even want to because resolution or not some people get whats coming to them, but I don't need to think about it any more.  Somebody stick a fork in me and serve me with gravy because I am done. 

And feeling gooooooood.

OhioGirl is back in the saddle - watch out world!!!!!  Whose with me????

Tuesday, January 10, 2012

We interupt the dramatic depressingness to bring you...

You know, it kind of bums me out a little that however much gut spilling I do in this little blog, what is the highest searched term?

Not "amazing brave trouper dealing with life in Stockholm"

Not "witty single gal blogging in Sweden"

Not even "kind of crazy and sometimes bitchy notes from Scandinavia"


"Alexander Skarsgard's abs".  I shit you not.  Not even all of him, but specifically his abs. 

Now don't get me wrong, I'd like to make a sandwich on 'em myself, but I posted like one picture of him a year ago and still its all people care about.

But whatever, give the people what they want.  I admit he is prettier than my life...

(source: JustJared)

Like I always say...

You wouldn't like me to judge you would you (trust me you probably wouldn't), so try not to judge me.  Walk a mile in my shoes (snowboots today) and all that and then we'll talk.

Man, you'd think we'd get better at breaking up by now - I mean, we've done it enough times, right?  It should be like that movie Groundhog Day when every time we do it we get better at it until finally we are wishing each other a great life and spending Christmas together with our new partners and stuff.

We started out good, I promised not to blog and he promised not to boink his secretary (and we made a few other promises and apologies but those were the central ones I guess) and it was Christmas and we were alone in our new country and it was dark and there were candles and a tiny bit of snow and it felt like the last year was just a bad, bad dream and now we had woken up in each others arms where we were supposed to be and everything was good and safe and warm.

Well that lasted like a day.

Monday, January 9, 2012

So okay.....

First off I need to make it clear that my marriage vows meant a lot to me.  Unlike some people I could mention

... when I got married, it was for keeps.  It was til death do us part, not until you screw up do us part, or, until we move to a new country and everything gets scary do us part, or, until I can't help but notice a viking sex god personal trainer looking at me a certain way do us part.

So anyway.  Judge if you want but just remember that people have to live the way they think is right, and my right way was to give my marriage all the shot I could give it.

Well, until it all went to shit again.

He asked me not to blog -- no scratch that, he TOLD me not to blog about it and I can't tell you how good it feels that the day after he packed his bags here I am! 

DON'T tell me what to do Mr.  Don't tell me that me sharing my thoughts on our little move to Sweden is what put you under pressure that you acted out.  Please!  Because you just had no choice to boink your secretary because I was blogging?  Uhhuhh. 

Which, I am typing this now and it's crazy.  I am reading the words I am typing and I'm like - what?  Please!  I believed this guy even for a second?  This A-HOLE who walked out on me and left me as alone as any human being could be in a strange country.

But you know what?  I did.  I felt bad.  I stepped up and I took responsibility for what he said hurt him and put our marriage on the course to dunzo and suddenly it's like the storm clouds have cleared and I'm like WHAT?  I wrote a little blog and maybe complained a tiny bit about the MAJOR LIFE CHANGE you forced me to take on, and you fell into the arms of however many Swedish twinkies but sure, we're even.  I need to apologize to you as much as you need to apologize to me, you know what, let me do it a little bit more because as the woman in this little equation, of course it's up to me to make things good again, amiright?   I have ovaries and a hoo-hah and that means I take the whole responsibility for making things good.


This is not a one post story.  I need to take a walk (oh, it's minus 7 right now, btw.  Awesome) and take a minute and take a breath and I'll be back with more gory details.

I'm Baaaaaaaaacckkk....

Miss me?

It's been a little bit...

Wanna hear about it?????

Sunday, October 16, 2011

Saturday, October 15, 2011

Smug Marrieds

Was I like this when I was in a couple?  If so then I thank everybody who knew me then for not rearranging my face and I'm sorry that I guess i'm not as nice as you people because lately all I've seen is couples and couples and couples shoving their snuggling in my face - seriously, get a room!  I know your all Swedish and would pretty much do it right on the street if it wasn't so cold today but come on!  Some people just want to relax over a little sugar fix and not bascially get diabetes from all the cutsey crap.  And it's not like these people are teenagers with raging hormones they can't control  (we've all been there!) these are ADULTS.  Who basically seem to be starring in an ADULT movie most of the time. 

I just think there are times and places for certain things (like for example a bedroom and when you are alone).  I mean I wouldn't want to bring a kid to certain places around here - should there be R rated coffee shops??  And supermarkets!  When I'm trying to reach something and they're right in front of me making out over the pasta sauce, and I'm like, yeah it's super cute you're gonna cook together now get out of my face.

And what's with bachelorette parties?  It's gross how men go out for one last wild night out, and women celebrate that they got a man.  Because getting a man is not all it's cracked up to be let me tell you.  And not all that difficult for crap's sake, so it's not like its some major achievement that really needs to be celebrated with jello shots. 

So things aren't super hot with Erik the Emotionally Stunted Asshole right now. 

Friday, October 14, 2011

Everything is a Mess

Ohhhhhhhhhhhhh crap.  Basically.  I screwed up.  There I said it.  I'm not perfect, I'm just human like anybody but I did something and it's biting me on the ass and okay I deserve it but I get to complain a little I think, I didn't mean any harm!!!!!  And I've had it a little bit tough I think most people would agree so I get to screw up every now and then.  I just don't understand why people can't be reasonable and not expect things of people that just aren't going to happen and I don't see why I am supposed to be responsible for things other people thought.  I mean, how am I supposed to control what people think?  Do I look like a Jedi to you?  I haven't been working out so much lately (more on that in a while... *sigh*) but I'm not exactly Jabba the Hut yet!!!!!

It's a beautiful sunny day here in Stockholm, even if it is pretty cold.  I am going to go a walk to the water and look out over it and take deep breaths and decide what I'm going to do.  Or I'm just going to sit here and stew and bite my nails for a while.  One or the other.

Thursday, September 22, 2011

A friend!!!

Whaddayaknow, right after I posted about feeling bad about not feeling like I am getting to know people here, I just made my first friend!

I went to meet Erik after he had a training session because we had a coffee date (things are okay between us right now, he is trying to understand that I can't give what he wants yet and being patient), and when I showed up he was like "come meet my client" - he had mentioned this girl called Amie before (pronounced Aah-mie, not Ay-mee like in America) and said he thought we would really hit it off. And we did! 

She came out of the changing rooms and was so friendly and excitable I thought for a second she must be American!  She said she had been really looking forward to meeting me and I was even cuter than Erik said and she had been listening to him about us for months and was really rooting for things to work out, and I was like - wow!  Hi!

So we went and had coffee (I met up with Erik later) and just jabbered away the whole time like we had been storing up things to say to each other for our whole lives.  She is super cute and sweet and fun and we made plans to do some shopping (and more fika) next week too. 

Like they always say, boys come and go, but a good girlfriend means everything!!

Tuesday, September 20, 2011


Me: I warned you I wasn't ready for anything serious
Him: I didn't expect this
Me:  I just got out of my marriage
Him: I can't help how I feel.
Me: Neither can I. 
Him: But I fell in love with you.

Monday, September 19, 2011

Just because it's sunny doesn't mean it isn't Fall

Another new season here in Stockholm.  My third since I moved here, although technically I was here for spring which would make it my fourth, but I dunno, I think I missed it.  Maybe I blinked or something because basically, it was winter until about May, then suddenly it was summer, which was great.  But now it's over and there's a chill in the air but no snow so I guess it's fall.

My second season not being married.  Well okay legally, I still am, but in my heart I am definitely a single gal again.  It took a while.  For a really long time I bought enough groceries for two, including stuff that I don't really like but he does.  And I still bought it, then a few weeks later when it was mouldy chucked it out.  And then forgot again and bought it again the next time I went to the store.   

I kept an eye on baseball scores all summer so I would know what kind of mood he would be in when he got home, then I remembered he wasn't going to come home.  I slept on my side of the bed for a long while, then one day realized I could stretch out in the middle and never looked back. 

There were times I got so lonely I could scream.  I spent the summer walking among all these people who all know each other and are in couples and wondered if anybody would ever talk to me again. 

Swedes are hard work to really get to know.  You keep thinking you're there, you're close, then you get reminded all over again that they have people in their lives that are way more important than you'll ever be and you just have to suck it.

I think they prioritize people by how long they have known them.  If it's between me and somebody they knew at school, I lose every time and so I have no chance.  This is a pretty unimaginitve way to deal with people if you ask me - I definitely wouldn't consider the people I knew in high school to be automatically more important than someone really amazing I just met, but I guess that's just reason # 7,676,339,982 I will never be Swedish.  And also, most of the people I went to high school with are assholes.

Friday, September 9, 2011

You know on...

A rainy day in early fall (even if the rest of the world thinks it's summer) and you spend the day in a cosy candlelit coffeeshop with your honey and everything is as wonderful as could be?  The guy who most of the time you think probably can't spell the world feelings suddenly is all affectionate and says things that just make your toes curl?

And it helps you put things in perspective, things you can't change and really don't matter all that much and it's just a day to smile?

Thursday, September 8, 2011


Okay, I admit that I am weak when it comes to gossip - I love it!  I've said that proudly before and I will say it again - I love gossip!!!!!!  And I think that celebrities should just chin up and take it as part of their job - you want to be famous and pampered and never worry about money?  WEll okay, but people are going to talk about you.  Deal with it, m'kay!!

But I am not a celebrity!  I write a silly little blog about my time in Sweden that REALLY isn't all that interesting and people treat me like I'm some crazy Hollywood person living a fascinating life!  I don't even understand what they find to talk about (I really don't go and read it all myself), can you let me know what is so interesting about my life because I'd sure like to know???!!!  I guess I can't stop people talking about me in other forums but can I just let you know it's weird for me???

I don't know if I should do anything.  Some people are advising me I should go to the forums and confront people who are spreading rumors about me (especially because maybe my ex will find out and use this stuff against me somehow) but I don't know - don't they say not to feed trolls?

It's just really not what I need at this difficult time for me.  Things are getting better for sure, but I am still vulnerable and just don't need bad energy even out there amongst crazies on the internet.  Is it because people are jealous that I get groceries in the same store as some Skarsgards?  Because I've got to tell you, IT'S JUST A STORE!  Buying milk is buying milk, people, it's not that interesting!!

Oh and the funniest thing?  Apparently Erik isn't real either!  He has a website for his personal training!  Look it up, idiots!!!

Wednesday, September 7, 2011

Swedes Glorious Swedes

Why do they all hover randomly in the street and don't move when people need to get by?
Why do they all wear the exact same outfit and have the exact same phone?
Why do they look down on me when I TRY to speak their language and not even listen even though I'm doing my best?
Why do they not have one low-fat option on anything in the store but they are all skinny?
Why do they have no idea what feelings and emotions are and definitely not how to express them to another human being?
Why do they sit in coffee shops all day long even on weekdays?
Why do the men dress like (hipster) women, and the women dress like (hipster) men?
Why are their supermarkets full of different varieties of the SAME FIVE FOODS?
Why did no one tell me that I've been paying for salad and a drink and a cookie every time I buy lunch but I didn't know I had to go get it myself?
Why do they act like being a little bit friendly is a sign of being a freaky stalker like person?
Why do they eat lunch at 10:30 am?

Friday, September 2, 2011

OhioGirl is Back!!

Okay, sorry about getting a little emotional last night, but picture the scene: I'm all snuggled up with my honey, just about to fall asleep, and I decide to check emails on my phone one last time and I have about 20 either friends asking me what's going on, or weirdos telling me I... umm, don't exist.  Mmmmm so okay... why has this blog always attracted people with a screw or two missing?  I didn't ask for this kind of attention!  I guess it's kind of flattering that people think about me enough to make up crazy stories about me - thank you!!!  Now step away from my life, kthanksbye!!!

But anyway I guess it's good because it made me get my butt in gear and start writing in this blog again which I have been meaning and thinking about doing for the longest time.  Basically, summer went a little insane for me, I have had a LOT of personal sh*t to deal with so I just took a little time to be me, you know?  I walked around in the sunshine and sat in parks and watched the water and ate ice cream (sometimes!!) and spent a little time with a personal trainer we all know and love.  Well I do, I don't know about you guys.  And if you do, back away while you still have both your knees!!!!!!

Oh, and worked on getting divorced which was so fun!  Seriously, I recommend it as a leisure activity for all the family, it just makes you feel SO GOOD.

So anyway.  I might go into more detail about this stuff someday, but for right now I want to focus on the FUTURE and TAKING ONE STEP AT A TIME.  And also, in figuring out if I can walk through walls and stuff now that I'm not a real person.

Whatever crazies!


So, I take a little break from blogging to enjoy the summer and my honey and because I've got enough drama in my real life without having crazies be crazy On me in my very own blog, and today I here that some person STOLE images from this blog to pretend it's part of some tv show and now is telling people that I don't exist?!????? Ummm sorry but I just pinched myself there and I definitely felt it... yeah pretty sure I'm real thanks very much.... Wtf is going on with all the crazies??? Is it a full moon on the Internet or sonething??

Umm seriously though, could we not let this rumor get out of control please? Because that guy I used to be married to will use any excuse not to pay shit and a figment Of somebody's imaginatio can't exactly claim alimOny, know what I'm saying???

Monday, July 11, 2011


I know you hate this blog but I am desperate.  Please, please call me baby.  I love you and I miss you and I'm so sorry for whatever made you mad or hurt or whatever.  Please just get in touch or could anyone who can get in touch with him just say that C loves him and will do whatever needed to fix this?

Thursday, June 16, 2011

Midsummer Night Dream!!

Oh my goodness!  So today is one of those summer days in Sweden where you'd think it was fall or something because there are dark clouds everywhere and you're like, umm, June?  I'd like my money back please.

But anyway!  I'm getting used to it, I guess.  The really weird thing is the light until midnight, it just really messes with your head!  I remember going to bed when it was still light out in summer... when I was about 6!  So it feels weird and cool and kind of kid-like to go to bed at adult time and you would practically need sunglasses if you stepped outside!!

It's midsummer next weekend, which I am gathering is a pretty big deal.  It's funny, because at home people are maybe like "oh, it's the longest day of the year today" ... at the most, but by the sounds of it, it's as big as Christmas here.  I guess it's half-Christmas!

I'm hearing about all these crazy traditions, like doing a dance like your a frog (umm okay... you first!) and singing songs and drinking that shnaps stuff which I tried once and it nearly blew my head off.  Maybe the singing takes the edge off?  So it should be interesting!  I guess Erik has plans for us, so I will go along and dance like a frog and sing about liquor because that's the kind of devoted gal I am!!!