This one has made me laugh quite a few times

HAPPY X-MAS!

TEMPERATURES IN NORWAY:+15°C / 59°F – This is as warm as it gets in Norway, so we’ll start
here. People in Spain wear winter-coats and gloves. The Norwegians
are out in the sun, getting a tan.

+10°C / 50°F The French are trying in vain to start their central
heaating. The Norwegians plant flowers in their gardens.

+5°C / 41°F Italian cars won’t start. The Norwegians are cruising in
cabriolets.

0°C / 32°F Distilled water freezes. The water in Oslo Fjord gets a
little thicker.

-5°C / 23°F People in California almost freeze to death. The
Norwegians have their final barbecue before winter.

-10°C / 14°F The Brits start the heat in their houses. The Norwegians
start using long sleeves.

-20°C / -4°F The Aussies flee from Mallorca. The Norwegians end their
Midsummer celebrations. Autumn is here!!!

-30°C / -22°F People in Greece die from the cold and disappear from
the face of the earth. The Norwegians start drying their laundry
indoors.

-40°C / -40°F Paris start cracking in the cold. The Norwegians stand
in line at the hotdog stands.

-50°C / -58°F Polar bears start evacuating the North Pole. The
Norwegian army postpones their winter survival training awaiting real
winter weather.

-70°C / -94°F The false Santa moves south. The Norwegian army goes
out on winter survival training.

-183°C / -297.4°F Microbes in food don’t survive. The Norwegian cows
complain that the farmers’ hands are cold.

-273°C / -459.4°F ALL atom-based movement halts. The Norwegians start
saying “Faen, it’s cold outside today.”

-300°C / -508°F Hell freezes over, Norway wins the Eurovision Song
Contest.

The other night I was invited out for a night with “the girls.”
I told my husband that i would be home by midnight, “I promise!”
Well, the hours passed and the margaritas went down way to easy.

Around 3 a.m., a bit loaded, I headed for home. Just as i got in the door,
the cuckoo clock in the hall started up and cuckooed 3 times.
Quickly, realizing my husband would probably wake up, I cuckooed
another 9 times. I was really proud of myself for coming up with such a
quick-witted solution (even when totally smashed), in order to escape a
possible conflict with him.

The next morning my husband asked me what time I got in, and I told
him “midnight”. He didn’t seem pissed off at all. Whew! Got away with that
one! Then he said, “We need a new cuckoo clock.”
When I asked him why, he said, “Well, last night our clock cuckooed
three times, then said, “oh. shit.”, cuckooed 4 more times, cleared it’s
throat, cuckooed another 3 times, giggled, cuckooed twice more, and
then tripped over the coffee table and farted.”

Ja, så er bildene levert til megler. http://our-show.biz/Anett/OSV/ Visning er siste helgen i oktober. Det er bare å krysse fingrene for at noen er interessert

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*Puh* The pictures are finally at our real estate agent’s office. http://our-show.biz/Anett/OSV/ If you plan to move to Oslo, Romsås, maybe this could be the place You can even take a close look at it last weekend of October

Til min kjempesøte, snille og ikke minst flinke kollega Ann Kristin som giftet seg med sin Kjetil forrige lørdag. De feirer hvetebrødsdagene på Kypros!

Noen har spurt meg om hvorfor jeg bare strikker baby og barneklær – om jeg ikke strikker noe til meg selv eller andre voksne? Joda, det har jeg. Antar at dere husker genseren som jeg strikket og som mamma kjøpte av meg..? Da jeg var russ (blåruss) strikket jeg en rød og hvit genser.. ikke spes. populært i klassen Brukte den masse, til jeg ble litt lei den. Jeg har også strikket genser til min samboer. Han fikk selv velge mønster. Jeg strikket genseren.. og den er brukt EN gang! Så – nå strikker jeg heller til sånne søte små

Someone asked me if I only knitted for babies and toddlers? The answer is no. You’ve maybe seen the picture of the sweather I knitted and sold to my mother? The above pictures are – left: A sweather I knitted my last year in high school. The one to the right I knitted for my fiance. He chose the pattern – I knitted it, and he used it – ONCE! That’s one of the reasons why I rather knit for babies and toddlers.