tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-61530276007808018102024-02-21T10:29:56.800+01:00MiRakelMiRakelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16715592490968220183noreply@blogger.comBlogger67125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6153027600780801810.post-46302958161494363742016-01-06T23:08:00.000+01:002016-01-06T23:08:12.785+01:00Post Christmas thoughts...<div class="MsoNormal">
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I know that this blog post will defeat it’s purpose but maybe it can help us
all take a second and think of what and why we share things with the world.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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is over, decorations are stowed away in the attic or basement again. Christmas
playlists are muted and there is way too much candy left for my sanity.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;">But there
is one thing that still lingers in my mind, a scripture, and it has been there
during this whole Christmas season. Let me set it up for you:<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;">As the shepherds
told Mary and other people of what they had seen and heard, it was made known
abroad (as it should be) and people wondered at the things they heard, and here
it comes:<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;"><i>”But Mary
kept all these things, and pondered them in her heart.”</i><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<i> - Luke 2: 19</i></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;">I think
this scripture can be a good reminder in today’s world of social media. Yes,
certain things could and perhaps should be shared. But some things are better
kept pondered in our hearts. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;">I can think of
several reasons for keeping things to ourselves. Here are two:<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="text-indent: -18pt;">Sometimes
I think we share things because we want to portray a perfect life. We want
people to think we are successful, healthy, rich, strong, adventurous or even
spiritual. But what is really the purpose? How is this helping? I think we
should all think before we share something why we share it and what effect it
might have on the receiver and in turn I think we will keep things to ourselves
more, maybe even learn to be in the moment rather having to document it. </span></div>
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absolute favourite movie at the moment is The Secret Life of Walter Mitty. At
one point in the movie he meets a photographer Sean O’Connell in the Himalayas
who is there to photograph the snow leopard. The snow leopard appears and Sean
and Walter sees it through the camera lens but Sean never takes the picture and
explains that when he likes the moment for himself he doesn’t take it, taking
the picture takes away from the moment, and in that way he can keep it to
himself (another disclaimer: I am not saying not to take pictures, I am only
saying to stay in the moment). Along with this is my favourite quote in the
movie:</span></div>
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<span style="text-indent: -18pt;"><i> “Beautiful things don’t ask for attention”</i></span></div>
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number two for keeping things to ourselves is that some things are God’s gift
to you, just you, and it is sacred and I think we can learn to see it and
appreciate it more if we log out more often from the digital world. If we are
too eager to share something good that happened we perhaps miss an opportunity
to ponder it in our hearts and learn even more from it. Again, we should share
goodness, but that does not mean we should share all. Mary did share goodness,
her son, with the rest of the world. But some things she only shared at the
right place at the right time.</span></div>
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I am not trying to tell people what to do, but
this has been something I have been thinking of and I felt right about sharing
it only because it has helped me to put away my phone, not to bother too much
about taking pictures but rather see the people I am with. At moments when I
have thought about sharing things I have thought about why and sometimes I have
shared and sometimes I have decided not to. I guess what I am trying to say is
to do what Mary did, keep things, and ponder them in your heart before you
decide to share it, I am trying to learn to do it and I feel like I appreciate
and learn more by doing so.</div>
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Having said all this, I highly recommend to write a journal. That way you treasure up the things you have experienced and it can be a source of reminder and strength for you and generations to come.</div>
MiRakelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16715592490968220183noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6153027600780801810.post-80154435247577417832015-05-07T20:04:00.000+02:002015-05-08T07:57:16.473+02:00God is the creator of cooperation and author of diversityAs I walked the corridors of the European Parliament for the first time a voice in my mind said:<br />
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"This is good"<br />
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No matter what ones political opinion on the European Union is, I think we can all agree that cooperation is far better than the alternative. Contention is of the devil, and it is my belief that cooperation is of God. Synonyms for the word cooperation include teamwork, partnership, synergy, unity, liaison, understanding etc. Just think about that for a minute.<br />
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There are many examples of cooperation in the scriptures. I love for instance the passage in the old testament when the Israelites were fighting the Amalekites, Moses stood on a hill with the rod of God in his hands and when he held his hands up, the Israelites prevailed, but Moses got tired so Aaron and Hur rolled over a stone for him to sit on and when he couldn't keep his arms up Aaron and Hur held them up for him. Now that is cooperation, and thanks to that, the Israelites won, well, that and God. but had they dissented, they probably wouldn't have won.<br />
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I also like the passage when Abraham and Lot's families do not get along and Abraham and Lot agree to divide. That is also a form of cooperation: to decide to separate. I like in particular how Abraham says:<br />
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<i>"Let there be no strife, I pray thee, between me and thee, and between my herdsmen and thy herdsmen; for we be brethren. Is not the whole land before thee? separate thyself, I pray thee, from me: if thou wilt take the left hand, then I will go the right; or if thou depart to the right hand, then I will go to the left."</i><br />
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Imagine if things could work that way in world politics!<br />
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But we need to remember that we do not need to be the same just because we cooperate. I do believe there are universal principles that govern all people: we strive for freedom and happiness, but that doesn't change the fact that we are different and we achieve the ends in different ways. (Yes there are also universal laws on how to achieve eternal freedom and happiness, but that is not the topic right now) God has allowed us to be different for a wise reason, perhaps because we need to teach each other certain things, maybe to make it more fun, make it more colorful and maybe, just maybe so that we can learn to cooperate.<br />
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<i>Diversity: the art of thinking independently together</i></div>
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<i> -Malcolm Forbes</i></div>
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I am coming to realize that I love the cooperation in diversity. It can sometimes be a thin line but nevertheless a very fun and exciting line to dance on, in our many different dance-styles. Maybe that is why I find it very interesting here in Brussels, one of the capitals of diversity and cooperation.<br />
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<br />MiRakelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16715592490968220183noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6153027600780801810.post-25226267037617983932015-05-03T10:36:00.001+02:002015-05-03T10:36:45.058+02:00My first week<div><span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">My first week at the office has been rather short due to the first of May. I have mostly familiarized myself with the Different committees of the parliament and tried to find a way to connect with the members of parliament. I must say that I feel quite lost and unknowlwdgeble. It is a humbling experience but I know it is good for me. </div></span></div><div><br></div><div>The weekend has been lighter though. Thursday night Marie-Pierre, Catherina and I went to the movies and saw the avengers:age of ultron. It was really good. Very entertaining. Friday I tagged along Marie-Pierre and her siblings to Namur and spent the day with their mother. We walked up the citadel and saw the view of the city. <div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgSseRWicfm5cUs1fEVNGPjUc7pUhGHp6xWpcnDgdJc25_63TZqRrHMtz9AwKdR7ukMiHV3xJCVegoGMM_tJcFm9a3gDDCzOdumyeDcprphAKk16cs7-lBGehHmyrpu6Xtu84MD6kcj6PoY/s640/blogger-image-1931390722.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgSseRWicfm5cUs1fEVNGPjUc7pUhGHp6xWpcnDgdJc25_63TZqRrHMtz9AwKdR7ukMiHV3xJCVegoGMM_tJcFm9a3gDDCzOdumyeDcprphAKk16cs7-lBGehHmyrpu6Xtu84MD6kcj6PoY/s640/blogger-image-1931390722.jpg"></a></div></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">It is very green and beautiful here. A little bit too cold for my taste though. <div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZlqFjxlIMMZVCFyEdU3mjX5hidBNZBRUpDO9-z8oY28pPfO5AaQF-ptuIcVzSK3MqsLX5hLO77HqwGHV5H2CO7cIFr01AHQbDjrb-h2fg4yE-vSWwjYf4IoqPCD6kQ2uHIXjImfuMF3t2/s640/blogger-image-654262896.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZlqFjxlIMMZVCFyEdU3mjX5hidBNZBRUpDO9-z8oY28pPfO5AaQF-ptuIcVzSK3MqsLX5hLO77HqwGHV5H2CO7cIFr01AHQbDjrb-h2fg4yE-vSWwjYf4IoqPCD6kQ2uHIXjImfuMF3t2/s640/blogger-image-654262896.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">But I am happy anyways.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Saturday the three musketeers: Marie-Pierre and me went to Brugge. Quite the tourist town. There were tons of people there. It is known for its chocolate and old architecture. So of course we bought some hot chocolate and took a boat ride to explore the city. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3HCv5k5VBkDW7osmMSHjVoG9cKPrYaOUAyHQWa6Jb6urMkTgK4_MQ2ZyjZamn8EpDmSbT0P1N8A5jglq8f-T0SgCPoN9P5tAyuVXypSztAZ2sC3xvMYsVptQLnVOqZ-1tPb7V1SF2_A5o/s640/blogger-image--1067901578.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3HCv5k5VBkDW7osmMSHjVoG9cKPrYaOUAyHQWa6Jb6urMkTgK4_MQ2ZyjZamn8EpDmSbT0P1N8A5jglq8f-T0SgCPoN9P5tAyuVXypSztAZ2sC3xvMYsVptQLnVOqZ-1tPb7V1SF2_A5o/s640/blogger-image--1067901578.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgCbyvcdGUybuR2zIsnyxwWIlS_ge7qpb8fprUStU3Mgi8frdf6BH_eOLAyy0N6YgQn7YMaFDN5d8XGMRNcDS3Csi7X6y50ENeHwKSE-4YjCE-8qIEjaCAXMZbsy9owMvItwTCP23-p3yiw/s640/blogger-image-1797683488.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgCbyvcdGUybuR2zIsnyxwWIlS_ge7qpb8fprUStU3Mgi8frdf6BH_eOLAyy0N6YgQn7YMaFDN5d8XGMRNcDS3Csi7X6y50ENeHwKSE-4YjCE-8qIEjaCAXMZbsy9owMvItwTCP23-p3yiw/s640/blogger-image-1797683488.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0mFefTjIMspeUW-J05GRQvFcVDoR75DtCxG1JMKSqyf0JCxrw5O7J-2gWx72ZhuCznWtMQORNjQbJNpCm8IB8nrszOlPzQm7zHy4xhnIM_9O5XzXvZP__pQrIcRtJ2P-pxavkBaJP89nK/s640/blogger-image--180812437.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0mFefTjIMspeUW-J05GRQvFcVDoR75DtCxG1JMKSqyf0JCxrw5O7J-2gWx72ZhuCznWtMQORNjQbJNpCm8IB8nrszOlPzQm7zHy4xhnIM_9O5XzXvZP__pQrIcRtJ2P-pxavkBaJP89nK/s640/blogger-image--180812437.jpg"></a></div>We splurged on a helium balloon, cotton candy and a Ferris-wheel ride. 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We have already started a list of things that we will do while I am here. Paris is one of them:)</div><div><br></div><div>I am meeting the best people. I can say that only after a day, because yesterday was great! And I am already learning so much French. I am really shy about speaking French to frensh-speaking people but they are really nice about it so I will force myself and try to be as good as I can with speaking French. It is a dream I have to be fluent in French and these two months will hopefully be a big step in that direction. </div><div><br></div><div>I will try update this blog so that you people who might be interested will see what is going on. I think these two months will be great!</div><div><br></div><div>The picture below is the view from the balcony where I am staying. I think it is pretty.</div><br><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJ6NDhO9ATkjRvSZ0IfBHdu6d8WEWqUrmBONZMt6j-UuGmTCBun21PUgH2gXw8VkgJsimlZq-OnQAC_pLUOIOBWWcGCOXbiQzNcBNYDh7iX2UtF6YcORd7mRiJgP7X252KO9eKIB_wxIbO/s640/blogger-image-640211948.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJ6NDhO9ATkjRvSZ0IfBHdu6d8WEWqUrmBONZMt6j-UuGmTCBun21PUgH2gXw8VkgJsimlZq-OnQAC_pLUOIOBWWcGCOXbiQzNcBNYDh7iX2UtF6YcORd7mRiJgP7X252KO9eKIB_wxIbO/s640/blogger-image-640211948.jpg"></a></div>MiRakelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16715592490968220183noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6153027600780801810.post-83535842458751076032015-04-03T10:46:00.000+02:002015-05-10T09:14:59.359+02:00Children of a King<span style="font-family: inherit;">I went to see Cinderella a couple of weeks ago with my mom and dad. As we sat there and waited for the film to start my father noted on the amount of women in the theater. My spontanious response was:</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">"It is because they know they are princesses, but have forgotten who the king is."</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">It was not until after I had said it that I realized the truth of that statement.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">I believe we are all born with an inherent, yet sometimes dormant, knowledge that we are sons and daughters of a king. The fairytales we hear in our childhood are so appealing to us because they speak to that knowledge, the knowledge that we are destined for a happy ending, destined for greatness, that we are here to be tested so that we ultimately can reach our full potential and recieve our reward. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">Realizing our nature as princes and princesses, children of the most high God, should influence us to treat each other as such.</span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white;"><span style="font-family: inherit; line-height: 25.2000007629395px;">Speaking of our potential CS Lews said: </span><span style="font-family: inherit; font-style: italic; line-height: 25.2000007629395px;">"It is a serious thing to live in a society of possible gods and goddesses, to remember that the dullest and most uninteresting person you talk to may one day be a creature which, if you saw it now, you would be strongly tempted to worship</span><i style="font-family: inherit; line-height: 25.2000007629395px;">…</i><span style="font-family: inherit; font-style: italic; line-height: 25.2000007629395px;">Your neighbor is the holiest object presented to your senses</span><span style="color: #777777; font-family: Lucida Grande, Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;">.</span><i style="background-color: transparent; font-family: inherit; line-height: 25.2000007629395px;">"</i></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: white;">Treating each other as the royalty we are is important but what is even more important is how that knowledge affects how we see and treat ourselves and our relationship with God. I think that too often we have no problem seeing other people's royal status but are too quick to sell ourselves short. A while ago I read this blog post about a woman who overheard a first date in a college library. The girl was not being treated by the respect he deserved and the writer wrote to her. I am sad to say that I don't remember what blog it was and I don't know who wrote it, but I give her there credit for these powerful words:</span><br />
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"Do you know what you are? Beyond the happy answers, the words we know by rote from primary and young women's lessons. Look at me. Do you know what you truly are? You are the literal progeny of a divine being. You are fire light and the dust of stars older than your mind can reach. You are a creation more precious than the sun and heavens and this earth which we stand on with our two feet while we are blessed enough to breath. You are steel and armor and diamonds that cut. You are made by faith, you live by faith, you are the recipient of God's faith. Do you know what faith is? It is power. It means by which this universe was constructed and reamins. That power sustains you too."</i><br />
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<span style="background-color: white;">We must remember who and what we are and treat each other and ourselves accordingly. In the LDS Bible dictionary under prayer we can read about what implications this knowledge has on our relationship with God:</span><br />
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It is easy to forget who and what we truly are in a world that constantly tells us that we are not good enough. But let us remind each other of the royalty we are and the divine potential we possess by the way we treat one another. And every time you go down on your knees to speak to your Father in Heaven, remember that you are his prince or princess destined for greatness and I promise you that that conversation will flow more naturally and more honestly. That is my experience.</div>
MiRakelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16715592490968220183noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6153027600780801810.post-43873905394168964312013-12-09T06:56:00.001+01:002013-12-09T06:56:40.573+01:00New appartment<div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div>For those who didn't know, I moved in to a new appartement with my sister Reebi Deebi (yes, that is her name, sort of). Here are some pictures of it. I think it is pretty neat.<div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh18nWrS7gKRaJIagKtNBzj-rtFGnCbP_sKX45tako7mJwxydEkcpzz7i8oB3QLwAe15WnpFUa6dwh9ZJr6Dg5OzBgFeLkD-PdTlMsGP_NmP5rOoBugLuTrGG5IS01_t9X9j8qZNtv554Cq/s640/blogger-image--467306586.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh18nWrS7gKRaJIagKtNBzj-rtFGnCbP_sKX45tako7mJwxydEkcpzz7i8oB3QLwAe15WnpFUa6dwh9ZJr6Dg5OzBgFeLkD-PdTlMsGP_NmP5rOoBugLuTrGG5IS01_t9X9j8qZNtv554Cq/s640/blogger-image--467306586.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">This is the hallway. The coathanger, doormat are home-made and the chest is home painted.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUTZHAx_aQ56GZmxHgd4h9xKg8zc0k_DT8EKAKjLxF0gc5A34EWWD6wmuyq7ACFABmPa_EjchcOOqpSBXypOkoXUjdr1PIyjXebItOMtGX5RdsMUbmzH9_5PiRSYhsYf0lWKNC5wMD0opV/s640/blogger-image-1070657701.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUTZHAx_aQ56GZmxHgd4h9xKg8zc0k_DT8EKAKjLxF0gc5A34EWWD6wmuyq7ACFABmPa_EjchcOOqpSBXypOkoXUjdr1PIyjXebItOMtGX5RdsMUbmzH9_5PiRSYhsYf0lWKNC5wMD0opV/s640/blogger-image-1070657701.jpg"></a></div>Kitchen</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWroEt_AramSI2ey6ZnEoI8L8RzZie2U2e_LRbJiaAxNR3yu0oAUivmxZmdzMA7TUWn04pxdRPDqJGHY11pKUYdiR-DJH_uODzsYcnsyCJgtGZNfy6oNqs26TNmRF0UWLFsyHzldOWgo5k/s640/blogger-image-147698549.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWroEt_AramSI2ey6ZnEoI8L8RzZie2U2e_LRbJiaAxNR3yu0oAUivmxZmdzMA7TUWn04pxdRPDqJGHY11pKUYdiR-DJH_uODzsYcnsyCJgtGZNfy6oNqs26TNmRF0UWLFsyHzldOWgo5k/s640/blogger-image-147698549.jpg"></a></div><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhlCsmv2atJ1NW7alQSkl_yFiRWMNrJdwK3-fp5MM7szs02UrjpKSL2gxjlAj0plMhcmMhOK07LsLnbY9h2oQBpCTKk6mTm_0pkYlUvDgH4NLKPLoqvG5mrFdM3evv3RcirbONlKoqa3R72/s640/blogger-image--1815862470.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhlCsmv2atJ1NW7alQSkl_yFiRWMNrJdwK3-fp5MM7szs02UrjpKSL2gxjlAj0plMhcmMhOK07LsLnbY9h2oQBpCTKk6mTm_0pkYlUvDgH4NLKPLoqvG5mrFdM3evv3RcirbONlKoqa3R72/s640/blogger-image--1815862470.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiMba3OiZbcV4RQabvZo0dvhM5o-ZzfaZ6uLfBELSEV7vSn2YPcqCN2p9HP1dqawEr7q-6ky4Ad5sW2yxbTohj89mz0UEJBPAuT8bT0Pf6FgvPSpJiXgBOMpqYDpg4ZAoBmna5zebPZn4rY/s640/blogger-image--876337556.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiMba3OiZbcV4RQabvZo0dvhM5o-ZzfaZ6uLfBELSEV7vSn2YPcqCN2p9HP1dqawEr7q-6ky4Ad5sW2yxbTohj89mz0UEJBPAuT8bT0Pf6FgvPSpJiXgBOMpqYDpg4ZAoBmna5zebPZn4rY/s640/blogger-image--876337556.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6JOx4scjDsBSrhJJJpM21GZyu45IejNgtxyxNfYJmBgujHS9Pq0Qp-mdDixLRUuXkESmYerGraswXCQ0006fuU7oBAido-v6dl2NWiy_DYpuRFR1RF-5M8Mi0ElaW9PGBASQ-GjrcZ06N/s640/blogger-image-1153380566.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6JOx4scjDsBSrhJJJpM21GZyu45IejNgtxyxNfYJmBgujHS9Pq0Qp-mdDixLRUuXkESmYerGraswXCQ0006fuU7oBAido-v6dl2NWiy_DYpuRFR1RF-5M8Mi0ElaW9PGBASQ-GjrcZ06N/s640/blogger-image-1153380566.jpg"></a></div>The living-room. My favorite room.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhpJEvGDbviu3SJmg_tFV16cZEX7jB0PAPUZXJBBHbf5rJmz84XRFAWQTB9GyOHPaLGWlNF1nahN3JeRELM9gf1xeC5Sid9qSOC86ottccIk3mPdpdlocGgeWT8WBntE-bczMen9v_CqBdm/s640/blogger-image--471465578.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhpJEvGDbviu3SJmg_tFV16cZEX7jB0PAPUZXJBBHbf5rJmz84XRFAWQTB9GyOHPaLGWlNF1nahN3JeRELM9gf1xeC5Sid9qSOC86ottccIk3mPdpdlocGgeWT8WBntE-bczMen9v_CqBdm/s640/blogger-image--471465578.jpg"></a></div>And my room.. Part of it..<div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2cSG2-JexZrHcO62ba9gNA7cjuBp3iWII62ufbuvYDx7jg06rmIpfd6TyzEqwqa8xNe0IB6vpu5Y9FQ5aQ7HfTpRVExbavkyffI4jNRb_toYdFXEQjTKpHzRcxeI_uv6Is1HIVt3xUcHC/s640/blogger-image-1498059805.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2cSG2-JexZrHcO62ba9gNA7cjuBp3iWII62ufbuvYDx7jg06rmIpfd6TyzEqwqa8xNe0IB6vpu5Y9FQ5aQ7HfTpRVExbavkyffI4jNRb_toYdFXEQjTKpHzRcxeI_uv6Is1HIVt3xUcHC/s640/blogger-image-1498059805.jpg"></a></div></div>MiRakelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16715592490968220183noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6153027600780801810.post-57886512621606682172013-12-07T21:02:00.001+01:002013-12-07T21:02:19.860+01:00Day 6 (I know.. I missed the day…)Here's a song for yesterday, from another great christmas movie. I love this song and this version.<br />
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<br />MiRakelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16715592490968220183noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6153027600780801810.post-42290481986787966612013-12-05T20:08:00.000+01:002013-12-05T20:08:03.094+01:00Day 5<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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This is one of my absolute favorite christmas songs, and this arrangement too. Every time I listen to it it makes me want to conduct a choir singing this. love love love!MiRakelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16715592490968220183noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6153027600780801810.post-55267626393957799462013-12-04T19:56:00.005+01:002013-12-04T19:56:58.905+01:00Day 4Here is day 4. Gotta love Coldplay!<br />
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MiRakelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16715592490968220183noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6153027600780801810.post-75390619523598066782013-12-02T18:53:00.002+01:002013-12-02T18:53:54.607+01:00Advent Calendar day 2<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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I will continue with christmas music from movies. Today, The Polar Express. There is something magical about christmas and the polar express captures it. The moral of the story is to believe, perhaps specifically in santa, but I like to think it is a about believing in general, to have faith and to let that guide you.MiRakelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16715592490968220183noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6153027600780801810.post-78667542235219615892013-12-02T08:25:00.002+01:002013-12-02T08:25:34.321+01:00My advent calendar, day 1<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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I was supppose to load a video yesterday, you know, for every day in december, but yesterday ended in a way that didnt motivate me to write on here So, I will post two videos today. Oh, and maybe I should explain myself. I am planning to post a youtube video of some of my favourite christmas music every day up til christmas. (it started well) Today's choic, or rather, yesterdays choice is from how the grinch stole christmas. We watched it with the family saturday night and I think it captures the spririt of christmas quite well, enjoy!MiRakelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16715592490968220183noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6153027600780801810.post-12798124971824305042013-06-05T02:29:00.001+02:002013-06-05T02:29:57.133+02:00Homeward boundI am sitting on the airplane on the way to Minneapolis. It is bitter sweet. I have had a wonderful time and am sad to leave the people I love in Arizona and Utah. But I am also super excited to see the people I love in Sweden. I am spending the flight by writing in the sister journal. Kind of like the sisterhood of the traveling pants but a journal instead. I love my sisters. It is great to share all this with them. <div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxec51nuvBBHZWp1j-P4NsAX8FY_cOgJOBE3Jd03ve1XVSsF8wg6igVL2FR4Viq5yCXuDu3aY3gPnU4csTQcY36WBT9KB2y2SMj49AXW9oAdETk416dYEgNCCq6dEICV4vvt0sz4sCfx-c/s640/blogger-image--491755762.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxec51nuvBBHZWp1j-P4NsAX8FY_cOgJOBE3Jd03ve1XVSsF8wg6igVL2FR4Viq5yCXuDu3aY3gPnU4csTQcY36WBT9KB2y2SMj49AXW9oAdETk416dYEgNCCq6dEICV4vvt0sz4sCfx-c/s640/blogger-image--491755762.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Now onward to new adventures, whatever that might be.</div>MiRakelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16715592490968220183noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6153027600780801810.post-69547082679326938912013-06-03T21:27:00.001+02:002013-06-03T21:27:36.798+02:00San Francisco continuedI'm still in San Fransisco. Things I have done the last couple of days involve shopping and walking, lots of walking. On saturday night we went to chinatown. It was alot of fun and we ended it with dinner at an authentic chinese resturant, i say authentic because it was just us and a bunch of chinese people in there at first, althought, I do actually consider myself chinese, occationally.<div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6r-Q2FY4dQO1fvIyRU2zQFM9U4T9LS8GO6adCwPVi0pHWm7tZtXqY0V2Px5OgtiiJ-wPoe86ZBGpte14EgSYAinO5ZGgwxHx6A-iuemk39HKVbztX7hyphenhyphenEJbY9hyn6WADLHIIXZS0NqPJA/s640/blogger-image--2042408136.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6r-Q2FY4dQO1fvIyRU2zQFM9U4T9LS8GO6adCwPVi0pHWm7tZtXqY0V2Px5OgtiiJ-wPoe86ZBGpte14EgSYAinO5ZGgwxHx6A-iuemk39HKVbztX7hyphenhyphenEJbY9hyn6WADLHIIXZS0NqPJA/s640/blogger-image--2042408136.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">On sunday we went to church gollowed by a very sunday appropriate nap. Then we went down to the pier again. We mer up with kelli at pier 33 and from there got on the boat to go to alcatraz. It was a beautiful ride, and windy. The tour if alcatraz was so well thought through and very pleasant. I know, weird right, that you can find a tour of a former federal prison pleasant, but it was. We had audio clmmentary by people who either worked there or used to be inmates. After the tour we walked around the island and took quite a few pictures.<div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjcC9uIyzipB9gzLQ_oL-_d4qB749rlxSFn1PmsGgDu-iR_jeOyLglRZFFuqiix_RalCTEkCTMxTcN6oaPeG4i0aEQE1rG8sY0Q2TfP_hdfKcPsSpnAKZ2lTOWnZFhQpQMY3EVV6S2wqO82/s640/blogger-image--729908013.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjcC9uIyzipB9gzLQ_oL-_d4qB749rlxSFn1PmsGgDu-iR_jeOyLglRZFFuqiix_RalCTEkCTMxTcN6oaPeG4i0aEQE1rG8sY0Q2TfP_hdfKcPsSpnAKZ2lTOWnZFhQpQMY3EVV6S2wqO82/s640/blogger-image--729908013.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRJQVKfDOGtEVHp9FxV0vUXgGd45sPkcRQBoXZWF2u5wLTL9jLLZv2MDqd0j9FUJ5r5eYt_by2ml-NqGib43_FMfbD2cIAAKPpq3d9A8R3Mt2rAq8PE2u4XNNBZGZ2qoLqca2fDidy2YbF/s640/blogger-image--1715830350.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRJQVKfDOGtEVHp9FxV0vUXgGd45sPkcRQBoXZWF2u5wLTL9jLLZv2MDqd0j9FUJ5r5eYt_by2ml-NqGib43_FMfbD2cIAAKPpq3d9A8R3Mt2rAq8PE2u4XNNBZGZ2qoLqca2fDidy2YbF/s640/blogger-image--1715830350.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTBOT-jK4kiANowg2pH0HhXMIJEKUjiH6eNC6xrDnV4C2EID9LZv9j7_JajSY02lAsScyQhDkao4Zp0mXdu2qnyY8_iij5Q8dR8-yew4L6tlG8-XBpFXEgut_-wSqoJoAUSGrafb8Wr0MR/s640/blogger-image-379305866.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTBOT-jK4kiANowg2pH0HhXMIJEKUjiH6eNC6xrDnV4C2EID9LZv9j7_JajSY02lAsScyQhDkao4Zp0mXdu2qnyY8_iij5Q8dR8-yew4L6tlG8-XBpFXEgut_-wSqoJoAUSGrafb8Wr0MR/s640/blogger-image-379305866.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHW_9fEmbA9MOjJnfSYsH572kW_CkMqKg1zEGMQoExrLnpLOMJsVwf-mAoFqHVbdnmtmS5vqKeL9QWsRtyAtI-o860E2wEipOAhgSO4yYd8mC2_r_mb3Qagmi446onJI4B7NkyKDuqltdj/s640/blogger-image--1802789862.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHW_9fEmbA9MOjJnfSYsH572kW_CkMqKg1zEGMQoExrLnpLOMJsVwf-mAoFqHVbdnmtmS5vqKeL9QWsRtyAtI-o860E2wEipOAhgSO4yYd8mC2_r_mb3Qagmi446onJI4B7NkyKDuqltdj/s640/blogger-image--1802789862.jpg"></a></div><br></div>We cane back to San Francisco and had dinner, spagetti salmon, delicious! And the off we went to ghirardelli square. Its apparently world famous chocolate. I am not too fond of chocolate but I still enjoyed it. At first we thought we came too late and that there was only this little chocolate gift shop open but as we entered it we realized it was mot just a gift shop, it was a chicolate bar, serving hot fudhe sunday's:) so we got one. Then we found a bus (to my relief) and went home.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjeC8-KYwsIyUSbHdeIi_A7Tf0i08caeDN_u-JEuZfQxBDgXFV6kRqgL10ps-gWpvGpr3ePuoCoI-jXOS1_SEaBAaL1-8hB9PExn7rVf1X_UmLYwRLrSl5VkXX1rxac1wmwp_veLY-a_pSR/s640/blogger-image-1031564125.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjeC8-KYwsIyUSbHdeIi_A7Tf0i08caeDN_u-JEuZfQxBDgXFV6kRqgL10ps-gWpvGpr3ePuoCoI-jXOS1_SEaBAaL1-8hB9PExn7rVf1X_UmLYwRLrSl5VkXX1rxac1wmwp_veLY-a_pSR/s640/blogger-image-1031564125.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUIxWaWeM5iL2wFYoveqDsKPF2621e9Ussx8YeyGKQ4YYtR7bFvH8Mh9RHQrvGn63eOMyGiVKpqV8-LDpdWTkIMhbFEe341a_Zxn5oPZ3305pRViEiHIO2nSR5UWGXcT2x8RTSByIi8yxr/s640/blogger-image--929739392.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUIxWaWeM5iL2wFYoveqDsKPF2621e9Ussx8YeyGKQ4YYtR7bFvH8Mh9RHQrvGn63eOMyGiVKpqV8-LDpdWTkIMhbFEe341a_Zxn5oPZ3305pRViEiHIO2nSR5UWGXcT2x8RTSByIi8yxr/s640/blogger-image--929739392.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPcUiGcQsQ5r1x7ohMNqMYmw-Cck3PsdZEcGwVeS1m9Zkh1IVNYJhWOImEceDBaMcKUc6bRVKg4CU0h5OtqPvY8SENx7uDMSUiFqPVGdLpAj0xtrjMG6sSpC14EuLsJ0sHEyJZ7SRG_xK6/s640/blogger-image--32906679.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPcUiGcQsQ5r1x7ohMNqMYmw-Cck3PsdZEcGwVeS1m9Zkh1IVNYJhWOImEceDBaMcKUc6bRVKg4CU0h5OtqPvY8SENx7uDMSUiFqPVGdLpAj0xtrjMG6sSpC14EuLsJ0sHEyJZ7SRG_xK6/s640/blogger-image--32906679.jpg"></a></div><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtcfs_OZuGPl5n-BbHnUubpPlFhl30Hh_GQfkHMdEqVv09BsMce_LbIm2AjJTYx7hyphenhyphenp68AScaj8Qtu0Zs_LkpaYkrBfgaTwE9GNkBtkA-Ua3TniR3xPMeFnjKq5d9AMpJDLdLbSosuxhlP/s640/blogger-image--467332976.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtcfs_OZuGPl5n-BbHnUubpPlFhl30Hh_GQfkHMdEqVv09BsMce_LbIm2AjJTYx7hyphenhyphenp68AScaj8Qtu0Zs_LkpaYkrBfgaTwE9GNkBtkA-Ua3TniR3xPMeFnjKq5d9AMpJDLdLbSosuxhlP/s640/blogger-image--467332976.jpg"></a></div><br></div>Today is my last day, I haven't really been up for doing anything special, my mins is at home. Arizona tonight and then on to sweden tomorrow. Bitter-sweet.</div></div>MiRakelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16715592490968220183noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6153027600780801810.post-18214142468250340242013-06-02T01:40:00.001+02:002013-06-02T01:40:37.031+02:00San Francisco<div><br></div>I am in San Fransisco. It is great. We got here on Thursday, feels kind of like I have been here forever, in a good way. <div><br></div><div>I have seen the golden gate bridge and taken the mandatory touristy pictures. I have been at pier 39 and fishermans warf, it is so fun there, so much to see. </div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWJcIVqmGhaWb0xZ0uwo6G_0BsHdnVaVgCvWGykC-pclFxHJIJuttliSZva0CGRQ3-3KFqc8h49HxJmIPLHhq3jC2iLiuQP7KqdNxn5aw4jZpJKVAzXUc_VzSkND6mQettwMRHvCLGoohd/s640/blogger-image-1714405086.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWJcIVqmGhaWb0xZ0uwo6G_0BsHdnVaVgCvWGykC-pclFxHJIJuttliSZva0CGRQ3-3KFqc8h49HxJmIPLHhq3jC2iLiuQP7KqdNxn5aw4jZpJKVAzXUc_VzSkND6mQettwMRHvCLGoohd/s640/blogger-image-1714405086.jpg"></a></div>Yesterday morning we walked to Lombard street, it is special to me, one of my favorite movies is What's up Doc and It was all recorded in San Francisco and there were several times I saw things that reminded me of that movie. Mostly Lombard street, there is a scence with a car chase down Lombard Street.</div><div><br></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgNfBnnAPUtDy76RXbaHBabs6MzMO_r36xaQSa1efkF-nG-BPtktOxJWL8FO0fz_k7UeWQGpsPSodqUB3XSjyipSiyA3J35GccEV0AtOn0KbupQLu-1moQJM3GZyGWUu7O76PC5zDK1nW2/s640/blogger-image--1948597064.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgNfBnnAPUtDy76RXbaHBabs6MzMO_r36xaQSa1efkF-nG-BPtktOxJWL8FO0fz_k7UeWQGpsPSodqUB3XSjyipSiyA3J35GccEV0AtOn0KbupQLu-1moQJM3GZyGWUu7O76PC5zDK1nW2/s640/blogger-image--1948597064.jpg"></a></div><br></div></div><div>The highligt so far was last night. We saw Imagine Dragons, on the pier, outside and it was magical. But the trip is not over, we have chinatown tonight and alcatraz tomorrow and many other things to see. Let's just say it this way, I am having a blast!<div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiz8WSPLdUSNsGKkgdnCKpCVnWt1MeqCsd1PoWaZLp2wWwXGwTcYvt0kWmJeQDt0YULUH-TO2XIcOZGq8bjzrr7468EBdehnbYri0Vd6sCvTpopu6LR_2lx3mViyz1vZ2I0shfCNh4BejnP/s640/blogger-image-1513418503.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiz8WSPLdUSNsGKkgdnCKpCVnWt1MeqCsd1PoWaZLp2wWwXGwTcYvt0kWmJeQDt0YULUH-TO2XIcOZGq8bjzrr7468EBdehnbYri0Vd6sCvTpopu6LR_2lx3mViyz1vZ2I0shfCNh4BejnP/s640/blogger-image-1513418503.jpg"></a></div><br></div></div>MiRakelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16715592490968220183noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6153027600780801810.post-81096595867353491802012-05-29T20:34:00.001+02:002012-05-29T20:34:43.300+02:00Sleeping like a princessThis is where I sleep nowadays. I painted the bed and mom made the new sheets. I feel like a princess everytime I go to bed!<br /><br /><center><a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=12/05/29/2239.jpg'><img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/12/05/29/s_2239.jpg' border='0' width='400' height='400' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br /><br />MiRakelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16715592490968220183noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6153027600780801810.post-59465806240061189032012-05-28T00:45:00.001+02:002012-05-28T00:45:39.174+02:00<br />I have grown to love second-hanf stores. I love finsug items and then fix them up and make them new. Here is a chest I found and painted and is now a perfect piece of storage in my room.<br /><br /><br /><center><a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=12/05/27/3446.jpg'><img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/12/05/27/s_3446.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br /><br />MiRakelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16715592490968220183noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6153027600780801810.post-21628120679971405952012-05-21T12:39:00.001+02:002012-05-21T12:39:15.510+02:00Home-madeI found this candle-stick in the US and just fell in love with it. <br /><br /><center><a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=12/05/21/507.jpg'><img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/12/05/21/s_507.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br />My mom found a lamp at a second-hand store and figured i could paint it with the candle-stick as inspiration. This is the result:<br /><br /><br /><center><a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=12/05/21/508.jpg'><img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/12/05/21/s_508.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br /><br />MiRakelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16715592490968220183noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6153027600780801810.post-13995420858490725482012-01-18T17:15:00.001+01:002012-01-18T17:15:19.471+01:00Homeward boundA week and a half in norway done. It has been great. Taking care of little kids and having quality time with my closest friend and cousin. I really lucked out when I was born in to the family I have!
Norway as a country isn't so bad either. I have a couple of jobs here I am applying to so who knows, I might return.
I am coming home to a house of preparations. Preparing my baby brothers farewell. He's going on a mission to Finland. Then preparing my sisters wedding. So yeah, there is much to do!
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The plan for this trip is to meet my new extra and onlu niece, lots of girltalk with my cousin and if Im lucky apply for jobs. I think that is a recipe for a successfull week and i doubt that I will be restless.
<br /><p class='blogpress_location'>Location:<a href='http://maps.google.com/maps?q=Everywhere,%20hopefully...&z=10'>Everywhere, hopefully...</a></p>MiRakelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16715592490968220183noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6153027600780801810.post-5125241857633382572011-10-18T22:36:00.001+02:002011-10-18T22:36:34.051+02:00FlowersI don't know much about flowers, only that they are pretty and make me and most people happy. But nowadays I have a flower pro in the family, just check it out:<br /><br /><br /><br /><center><a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=11/10/18/2472.jpg'><img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/11/10/18/s_2472.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br /><br /><br /><center><a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=11/10/18/2473.jpg'><img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/11/10/18/s_2473.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br /><br /><br /><center><a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=11/10/18/2474.jpg'><img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/11/10/18/s_2474.jpg' border='0' width='281' height='210' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br /><br /><br /><center><a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=11/10/18/2475.jpg'><img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/11/10/18/s_2475.jpg' border='0' width='281' height='210' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br /><br /><br /><center><a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=11/10/18/2476.jpg'><img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/11/10/18/s_2476.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br />Yeah, you see what I am talking about! So if you wants something pretty I can hook you up:)<br />MiRakelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16715592490968220183noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6153027600780801810.post-5685340390189492142011-10-14T12:10:00.001+02:002011-10-14T12:10:34.954+02:00A cakeSo I made another cake, soon I might get to do wedding cakes:)<br /><br /><br /><br /><center><a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=11/10/14/444.jpg'><img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/11/10/14/s_444.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br /><br />MiRakelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16715592490968220183noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6153027600780801810.post-27838214133828025572011-09-14T10:18:00.001+02:002011-09-14T10:20:43.477+02:00New hobbyI have come to realize that I like to bake. In particular sweet things that I can make pretty. Here are some samples:<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><center><a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=11/09/14/283.jpg'><img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/11/09/14/s_283.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br /><br /><br />Princess cake and cupcakes with marsipan buttons.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><center><a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=11/09/14/284.jpg'><img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/11/09/14/s_284.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br /><br /><br />Carrot cupcakes.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><center><a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=11/09/14/285.jpg'><img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/11/09/14/s_285.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br /><br /><br />Marsipan cake with mango mousse and custard.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><center><a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=11/09/14/287.jpg'><img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/11/09/14/s_287.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br /><br /><br />Chocolate cake with chocolate mousse and banana.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><center><a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=11/09/14/288.jpg'><img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/11/09/14/s_288.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br /><br /><br />Lemon cupcakes with sprinkles.<br /><br /><br />MiRakelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16715592490968220183noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6153027600780801810.post-4227898981209285462011-09-14T08:17:00.001+02:002011-09-14T08:17:04.756+02:00More tourism and such<br /><br />The last couple of days have been filled with little rays of tourism. Thursday was spent in Göteborg, seeing the city and sitting in a boat. I did also get my butt kicked in two games of pool. <br /><br />Most of friday was spent preparing for our yearly craw-fish, surströmming feast. I have come to realize that I like to throw parties. There is something exhilirating about being a hostess. The swedish delights were recieved quite well, except for the surströmming (fermented herring). The general reaponse when that can is opened is this:<br /><br /><br /><center><a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=11/09/13/4639.jpg'><img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/11/09/13/s_4639.jpg' border='0' width='281' height='210' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br />Things we did over the weekend included and are not limited to going to the market, city park,a fireside at a ranch, christmas caroling, and chalking.<br /><br />Now we are on our way to stockholm and the adventures will continue!<br /><br /><center><a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=11/09/13/4640.jpg'><img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/11/09/13/s_4640.jpg' border='0' width='281' height='210' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br />Hailey and Kelli with two of my nephews at the city park.<br />MiRakelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16715592490968220183noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6153027600780801810.post-14269165097351867412011-09-08T15:11:00.001+02:002011-09-08T15:11:20.142+02:00Castles and ruinsThe adventure continues, we headed north monday only to go south again tuesday, only this time towards the east. The day started with a trip to Kosta. This is one of the capitals of swedish crystal. We visited the factory and let's just say that it wasn't only the americans that were impressed. If anyone has the chance to go there I truly encourage a trip!<br /><br />We countinued further south-east to Kalmar. We visited Kalmar castle which started to be constructed in the 12th century and finnished in the 13th century. I love to walk on historic ground and think about what people have walked there before me. I also like to be in castles, I actually wouldn't mind my own castle one day:)<br /><br /><br /><br /><center><a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=11/09/08/1012.jpg'><img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/11/09/08/s_1012.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br />Wednesday was spent in Gränna and Visingsö. In gränna we saw the making of the candy-cane and strolled around. <br /><br />We took the ferry to visingsö, which is a little island in the deepest lake in Sweden-Vättern. The story is that mr and mra giant Vist were going to a party on the west side of vättern but during the party it rained so much that mrs giant vist couldn't jump over the big puddle that was vättern so mr Vist took a piece of lnd and put it in the puddle for her to step on, and that was how Visingsö was created.<br /><br />On the island there is the first royal castle in sweden, well, just ruins now... And ruins of a newer castle... New as in perhaps the 14th century. We rented bikes and saw them both and it was magnificent to see the scenery and experience the history!<br /><br />The day ended with the best kebab in the world and a chriatmas movie... Yes you heard me...or read right... A christmas movie!!<br /><br /><center><a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=11/09/08/1013.jpg'><img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/11/09/08/s_1013.jpg' border='0' width='281' height='210' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br /><br />MiRakelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16715592490968220183noreply@blogger.com0