What kind of goose am I.........?

 Last year  the ladies I work closest with started a tradition, several times a year we arrange dinner parties that we rotate to host. We have so much fun at this parties and on Friday we started talking about what kind of animals we are, one of my colleagues is born with a huge imagination and she has a free spirit. She is also a great actress and improviser. She makes the most hysterical accents and play a lot of different characters. So we had many great laughs when she started to give us different animal characters. She managed to give my collegues several animal characters they could be, but she had some trouble giving me an aminal that fit me.

After some hard thinking she decided that I must be a goose.

 I am not sure which charcter marks I have that makes me a goose, but it must be the funny waddling walk I get when my muscles are tired and I use my hips to lift  my feet. This walk is a part of who I am so I don't think that is a negativ character mark, but I would much rater be compared to the fairy tale character "Mother Goose" whose origin have been under much discussion over the years, here are three of the stories I like to be associated with:

• A Bostonian Mother of 16 and a Grandmother who used to sing songs and ditties to her grandchildren all day , and other children swarmed to listen to.
• A Queen of France many years ago that according to French legeds made incredible tales that enraptured childen.

or this romantic image

• An elderly country woman in a tall hat and shawl, a costume identical to the peasant costume worn in Wales in the early 20th century, but is sometimes depicted as a goose wearing a bonnet.

Some of the animal charactes that was given away on Friday was a badger,  a bear, a gorilla, a cat and a dog. 

A perfect recepie on how to get out of the blues !!!!!

This music video by Kenney Chesney  get's me right out of the blues I am feeling about a boy. Who would not get in a happy mood watching white beaches, crystal clear water and good looking, half naked and sun tanned men. I am in such a better mood after watching this video. It also helps to have so many good friends that are sweet talking me out of the blues !!!!

She thinks my tractor's sexy, or not!

I was once told by a 60 year old colleauge that I would end up with a man that drives a tractor, so with this prophesy in my mind I have been looking for a perfect tractor man. I have had no luck with founding this man yet, but I have been day dreaming  about "him" while listening to "She thinks my tractor's sexy" by a Country singer named Kenny Chesney. I like the lyric`s  and his voice.

I am no big youtube fan, but today I had to listen to some music of a band I am going to a consert to see in a couple of weeks when I thought I should look up some of my favorite musicians. While doing so, I found the music video of "she thinks my tractor's sexy". I not quite sure if I like it or not, YES I like resting my eyes on an amazing set of great looking abs, but other than that I think this video is kind of cheesy. In this video Kenny Chesney is a Julio Iglesisas disguised as a cowboy, I dont think that I am to far fetched in this conclusion.

Have a look and make up you own mind.

PS, that is not a sexy tractor DS.

An old fashion way of saying that someone is handsome

I have to admit that I some times enjoy an episode or two of the American crime drama series about a forensic anthropologist, Dr. Temperance "Bones" Brennan and a FBI agent, Seeley Booth that solves crimes in the area around Washington D.C..
I just love the cemistry between the two main caracters and how they interact. I can not and will not deny that I find  "Booth" extremely handsome and charming and I just love the way "Bones" describes him as "pleasing to look at".
I find this old fashion way of saying that someone is handsom most agreeable and charming.
It might come from my love of reading old classic novels and dramas as Jane Eyre, Pride and Prejudice, Sense and Sensebility and Little Women.

My very own olive tree, almost like in Seillans,Provance

I have been in love with the silver greeen olive trees since I went with my Aunt on a search for a old stone house with a small garden and a olive tree in Provance for more than 13 years ago. We did found our dream house in a lovely medival village. At the bottom of our village, Seillans there is a beautiful olive grove and there is nothing as beautiful as a olive grove in the early morning sun with last nights dew glittering in the sun light. I have wanted a olive tree in my living room for over a year now since I redecorated last Easter. I thought that the silver green leaves would work wonderful next to my new wall paper.

A couple of days ago one of my colleagues talked about her trip to IKEA to buy olive trees for her and her two children. She offered to stop by on her way home from work that day to see if they had some left, and they did. The very next day I was the proud owner of my first olive tree.

 It is not a Provance style olive grove, but I think it looks wonderful in my living room next to my modern wall paper.

A beautiful estate in our village

The olive grove in Seillans

True signs that the Spring is on its way

I am walking around with the sun shinning above my head these days,both in sun shine and pouring rain. I guess it is the nice Spring feeling that has enter my mood. I just can't stop smiling. I am sure it is the warmer weather, the happy songs from birds up in the threes, the melting snow and that I have finally tossed my winter jacket and boots.
Other signs that gives away that the Spring is here are the umbrella in my
bag and the childrens rubber boots that are filled with water after playing in ice cold  puddles of melted snow filled with dirt from the last few months.

I must say I am enjoying the Spring im'mensely.

How to drive a bus on winding roads on La Gomera

I have just spent a wonderful week on Tenerife, one of the Canary Islands. Some would say that Tenerife is a destination for older people who needs to stay in a warmer climat during the winter time or young people who are only going there to party all night and sleep it of in the sun the day after. For you Americans this will be like going on Spring break to Cancun. I must admit that I was a little bit of a sceptic when I booked the trip and on arriving there. As the week went on we went on a couple of adventures, a full day guided bus tour to one of the smaller neigbourly islands, La Gomera and a half day trip to the vulcano Teide.
Both tours were wonderful, but the trip to La Gomera was interesting in several ways. We learned a lot about Islands's history, the culture, the agriculture (bananas, potatoes, mangoes, avocados, fish), we listen to the ancient whistling language and how they comunicated with only the sounds and how it phoneticly soundes like the Spanish languge. To get up to and back down from "The Parque Nacional De Garajonay" we had to travel on narrow and winding roads.

The road was so narrow and curving that on the most narrow parts the busdriver had to use his horn as a warning signal to cars/buses coming in the opposite direction. On several occation's the driver had to put the bus in reverse, as he was parking the bus to get around the curve. Another thing, after staying in Tenerife almost a week, having been a passenger in taxi's,  local buses and privat coaches I noted that they use the horn in a whole different way than I am used too. The horn was used to make a cortecy signal  to other drivers that we were coming, to greet or to say thanks to other drivers. As a driver this driving culture impressed me a lot. I know that most of the time we use our horns in Norway or in the US we use it when we are irritated on other drivers on their idiotic driving.

 All the driving on narrow roads where really worth it, just look at these marvelous photos of the scenery and views on La Comera.

 The view from our table at the restaurant in the hill sides where we had an autentic lunch with a delicious soup with a strong pepper sauce called "mojo" and chicken and potatos prepared in the Canarian style.

The Canarian potetaos boild in sea salt was my favorite from the Canarian kithcen.