472 days... The First dance.

How does one choose that first song, that first dance as Husband and wife and just how important is it.

Ugh...

There are too many to choose from, and I have a list.. A little help please..

First off we will begin with a little Marley. (stir it up)

Then on to a little Frank, Well the link it's frank but hey it's the song that counts. (The way you look tonight)

Next on the list P. Gabriel..  I'm already ashamed of this. Let's just decide on this now and vote NO

Ray makes an appearance and he's at the top of my list so far. ( Come rain or come shine)

Over to Etta for an timeless classic and my teenage dream of dancing to it (At Last)

Cold Play for how much Olov has changed my life. But can we dance to it... (Fix you)

Shania because the song really does connect with us (You're still the one)


Marvin keeps it cool, but perhaps this song is better as a LAST dance.. (Let's get it on)

Frank makes a repeat appearance on the list. (Young at heart)

Jamiroquai keeps it lovely and lively (I'm in the mood for love)

Alright that's the first part of the list. Would love your opinion on the songs. In the end of course it's up to us but still... 


He's home tomorrow and last night I only got 3 hours of sleep..

                                                   Today I am looking and feeling ROUGH!

479.... and 8 days until he gets home...

And I'm really starting to miss him.... But who wouldn't miss that face!

484 days.. But only 13 days until Olov come home

Only 13 days left until Olov comes home, I can't say I'm not excited but 13 days.. God it feels like a life time.

It's never been this tough before when he's gone away, it's different and it's horrible. I can't stand it, I think a big difference is we're not talking as much, sure we have skype (but not everyday) and we can use chat. But with such limited time to speak and problems with connection (mostly on his side) it's quite hard to carry on any sort of conversation.  I am not doing as well as I would hope to do.

So anyways... The grand opening of the reception building of the church we like is this weekend. Do I go or wait for Olov.. I think I will have to wait. 13 days... UGH a life time.

Be honest how sad is it that I miss him this much......  I think Kaya misses him too...

All by myself.....

Olov is gone for 4 weeks to play Volleyball in Spain.. Kaya and I miss him terribly and can't wait till he gets home.

A little something extra..

I added a page with some details about the wedding and things to do around Uppsala..

You can click HERE to get there or just look on the side bar at the Pages section

Enjoy and comment

Oh and we will continue to update the section with information as it comes.

495 days and a nice story

Olov and I rented a car 2 weeks ago and went to look at churches then book one. YAY.. okay well I think we found the one..

The only set back is that you can't book the church until the 1st of November. Booooo.

The pictures are as follows.  (click on the pictures if you want a bigger version)
1. The outside coming up to the door. It's very very tall
2. The outside bottom half of church
3. The inside and where Olov and I will get married
4. The church Organ
5. The coolest door ever and the reason why I voted yes, Olov voted yes long before me
6. The outside and side of the church and some original brick work
7. Finally, me saying do we really have to see another? ya okay but I like this one for the record!

495 Days.. and a story or two

People can be such assholes.

My friend and I went to try on dresses, not because I am going to buy a dress just yet, I have lots of time and I am still on track to lose weight. I just want to see what looks good on my body type. It's not going to change all that much.

SO the guy, yup guy who is working there is totally unhelpful. We have not even taken out coats off and he's asking me what size I am. I say I'm not sure it's been a long time since I measured myself. (let the record show I am not so overweight. I still have a flat stomach but I have hips and an ass. and some extra all over) Anyways without even looking at me or taking my measurements. This guy says and I quote "you're too big for our dresses, then he proceeds to take the picture of the dress I wanted to just look at and tell me it's not right for my body, I would have to have a flat stomach for that and it wouldn't be right for me. He pulls his own shirt to his body and says you have to have a stomach like this...

Then he takes me over to a hideous dress and says this is what would look good on you.. It's terrible. (on ya I still haven't taken off my winter jacket or big warm sweater yet.)

He then basically tells me I need the type of dress that will cover my problem areas and starts flipping through a magazine instead of showing us what he has in stock.

I left in tears and spent the next 3 hours crying and drinking at a pub.. It was 1 in the afternoon when I left the store.

I guess wedding dress shopping is off my list of things to do for a while, I can't bare to have that happen to me again. My confidence is gone, I can barely look in the mirror these days and it's all because some asshole decided to make me feel bad.