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?????