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It runs in the family

Category: Story of my life // 15.08.2017 at.12:42 o' clock // One comment

I once heard that all it takes for some parents to consider having another baby, is seeing a toddler. Looking back at old baby pictures, or seeing some stranger hold their little girl or boy's hand in the supermarket. I'm a lot like that, but with animals. I see an animal, and I instantly consider having another one, even though I know, in the back of my mind, that I really shouldn't.

I already have four grown cats, but when my boyfriends mother invited us over for dinner on sunday and I saw these little beauties, my head started thinking.. Wouldn't it be nice to have a little kitten running around the apartment? It's just one more. We have room for one more, right?

Luckily, I also have something called common sense. I know I shouldn't have another one. So I won't.

I think it runs in my family. My grandma Lily was a cat person. She and grandpa always welcomed stray cats into their home. As a little girl I loved that and would always go around their house looking for cats and try to befriend the new, shy ones. My dad used to have a handful of cats as well. Not nearly as many as grandma, but still a handful. 

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Home; where the wifi connects automatically

Category: Story of my life // 06.08.2017 at.19:16 o' clock // 2 comments

♪ ♫ Guess who's back; back again? Jessie's back! Tell a friend!  ♪ ♫
(Ten points if you sang this instead of just reading it).

We're back. Home, sweet home. Home, where you have to clean up your own mess, and wash your own towels. Home, where no one makes the bed for you. Home, where you start considering moving into a hotel permanently.

But also: home, where your pets are. Home, where your own bed is. Home, where you can sleep as long as you want, because there's no maid coming to clean your room at 11 o' clock. Home, where you don't have to worry about missing breakfast, because you make it yourself. Home where your fridge and freezer are. Home where your netfix, HBO and popcorntime is. Home, where the wifi connects automatically. 


Leaving the country

Category: Story of my life // 04.08.2017 at.14:40 o' clock // No comments

Hey guys! While you're reading this, I'm on my way to Sweden where my boyfriend and I will be staying for a few days.

I'll try to keep my blog updated while I'm gone.


My 7 year old killed someone yesterday

Category: Story of my life // 31.07.2017 at.23:43 o' clock // 2 comments

Minsten caught his first mouse yesterday. He jumpet in the window with something grey in his mouth, dropped it on the floor and just sat there, staring at me with his big eyes. I could tell he was proud. He turned seven on july 25th, and until yesterday he's never shown any interest in catching anything. Not mice. Not spiders. Not birds. Nothing. I guess because Sophie comes home with dead mice and birds at least twice a week, Minsten felt like he had to impress me somehow.

The mouse was still warm when I picked it up. Even through the toilet paper I used to pick it up, I could feel the warmth coming from it's tiny body. At first I thought it was still alive, so I gently poked it to see if there was any reaction. There wasn't.

Knowing Minsten did this to impress me, I picked him up and cuddled him for a minute, telling him he's such a good boy. I know this behavior will only encourage him to do it again, but at the same time, I can't act like he's done something wrong, when the truth is that catching mice and small birds are perfectly natural for a cat. Once he looked the other way, I threw the mouse out. At first I thought of throwing it in the trash, but decided to throw it out the window instead.

As an animal lover it always hurts me to see lives being taken, but at least this way, another hungry animal - such as a fox, a bird or a stray cat - might get a meal out of it.

I know most people will think of me as a weirdo for caring so much about a dead mouse, but that's just part of who I am. I am someone who cares. I am someone who values life, even in it's tiniest form. I am someone who loves this planet and every soul on it. I know I'm not supposed to. I know I'm supposed to think of these small creatures as pests and worthless beings that should be killed and thrown away like garbage; but that's just not who I am.


Unconditional love

Category: Story of my life // 25.07.2017 at.19:38 o' clock // No comments


all this time,
the sun never says
to the earth:
"you owe me".
what happens
with a love like that;
it lights
the whole



Laila M Nikolaisen wants to have an incest 3way

Category: Story of my life // 17.07.2017 at.11:09 o' clock // 10 comments

So, we all know this woman, right? She's 47 years old, has a blog where she posts screenshots of personal documents sent to her by NAV (which is short for Ny Arbeids - og Velferdsforvaltning = New Labor and welfare administration) and goes on a neverending rage about how she's been treated wrong. To most of us, however, she's known for leaving totally random and unrelated comments on our blog posts. Such as this one;

(TRANSLATION: "why is it so important that my life is ruined and no one gets to know about it?")

She left this under a blog post about my dead grandmother, so naturally, it pissed me off. Especially since this is the second time within 24 hours she's left this bullshit on my blog. Not too long after that, I got a new comment. The same comment, from her again, but on a different blog post.

After that, some guy named Erik also left a comment. Like hers, it was totally unrelated to my blog post. And like her, he's also old enough to be my father.

(TRANSLATION: "more cyberbullying. )I didn't write this)".

He then left another comment, explaining why he left this random bullcrap in my comment section:

(TRANSLATION: "I'm writing a lot of posts because I'm being denied rights, after hearing that I'm persecuted by the mafia at Rimi Bjørndal in 2003. I also heard that Rimi-Hagen uses me as a drone against the mafia. And dr. Johnsen at Blakstad said that I'm not functional").

Obviously doctor Johnsen is right, based on the fact that we don't have mafias in Norway. They both kept leaving comments in the comment section on various blog posts. The latest comment is some juicy stuff about Erik's dirty underpants. Yummy. Thanks. Loved getting those details on a blog post about my grandmother. Hasthtag SoClassy.

When I checked my hotmail today I noticed a new e-mail from Laila.

(TRANSLATION: "When should we fartfuck? I'm ready anytime. Erik's joining, too")

Due to the fact that they both share the last name Ribsskog, which is not too common in Norway, I'm just gonna assume that these two are related. Either they're father and daughter, brother and sister or cousins. Either way, she wants a threeway with me and her .. Whatever it is. I'm just gonna say brother.

Sorry, girl, but I'm engaged, and incest isn't my thing. But hey, you two sicko's have fun. Just please don't reproduce.


Twenty seven

Category: Story of my life // 04.07.2017 at.12:31 o' clock // No comments

Yesterday was no ordinary day. My favorite person in the entire world turned twenty seven! 

 He was too exhausted from work to go anywhere or do anything, so we decided to stay home, watch a movie, have a nice meal and some cake, combined with scented candles.

//Thanks to google for the pic.
Wish it was mine.




Through social media I've come to know a lot of people from all over the world. Most of them don't speak Norwegian. Some of them read my blog regardless. So I wanted to make a blog in a language they could actually understand.