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Just another American living in Sweden


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happy birthday dearest

For your birthday this year I have written you a poem my love.

Based off of one of my favorite movies, the time-honored classic: 10 Things I Hate About You.

It’s not what you think.

10 Things I Love About You

I love the way you talk to me
And the way you cut your hair
I love the way you’re there for me
I love it when you stare

I love your gentle natured ways
And the way you read my mind
I love you so much that it makes me swoon
It even makes me rhyme

I love the way you’re always there
I love it when we lie
I love it when you make me laugh
I never want to say good-bye
I love it when you’re around me
I miss you so when you are gone
And mostly I love the way you love me so
Extremely, completely, fully, to the moon and back, yes, that long

quizzical birthday

Happy Birthday my love!

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39 is it?

Now, to be sure, one doesn’t ask a woman’s age. One just shan’t. On this day we celebrate my mother’s birthday, how old she turns, nobody knows. Except those who know what year she was born, and are particularly adept at maths.

Evelina and I were recently state side, and we brought along a present for my mother, yes it was a bit in advance, but she opened it, and I think she was satisfied. It was a canvas with a saying that she came up with, and I put together and had printed.

Run away the worries

I thought the sentiment would make a nice poem, so as a gift on  your actual day, here’s a poem for you Mum:

Run away the worries,
Run away the pain,
Run away the badgering thoughts,
Through wind and sun and rain.

Run to find happiness
Run to find your peace
Run to find a dollop of joy
Cross muddy fields and streets.

Run to run
For running is fun
More fun in the sun, I say!

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a day of thanks

I love Thanksgiving. I love all holidays really, I don’t discriminate. But Thanksgiving is one of my favorites. Family, food, football. Three great F’s in life. Unfortunately the King did not reply to my recent e-mail attempting to persuade him to add Thanksgiving as a national holiday in Sweden, so I was at work today.

Don’t feel too bad for me because as a result I got to teach the children all about Thanksgiving, and make these:

Thanksgiving at pre-school

I really enjoyed doing this with the children, and it reminded me to be thankful for the work I do.

I also found this pic on Instagram by @bestsayingss and I really feel it sums up the holiday for me.

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Happy Thanksgiving to you all!

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13th year

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Time again to lace up each skate.

Done with off-season, no more wait,

It’s easy to get back in gear.

The time is nigh, this is the date.

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We’ve worked hard, so there’s naught to fear,

Our team is gathered, all are near.

Coming winter, we’re ready for,

The darkest evening of the year.

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Black and blue bruises, muscles sore,

Mean naught if we can tie the score.

Onwards and together we keep,

Knowing we can win, more and more.

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Twenty two to go, in it deep,

Team, as one, can surmount this heap.

A game to play before we sleep.

A game to play before we sleep.

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Regular season play begins tomorrow. Are you ready?


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a poem

Recently I’ve been thinking a lot about my past/youth. Partially because I recently visited with one of my favorite friends from, thankfully not only, my past but also my present. (Excellent post detailing the adventure to come.)

In that light, I will present you, today, with a haiku. Which I wrote, I want to say, in 2002.

 

Staring into you,

I see what cannot be seen.

Searching for your soul.

 

Now if only I still had the white Hanes t-shirt upon which I wrote this poem in green and brown fabric marker and wore for my entire 13-year-old summer. . .