Pee-cicles

I'm headed up to Canada in a few hours. It should be fun, the friend I'm going to visit told me its going to be -30 C, which is -22 F. I hoping that this is cold enough to accomplish one of my 'life-goals." I want to pee outside and have it freeze before it hits the ground. I've heard this can happen in extreme cold, I just hope that this is cold enough. 

When I get back next week I'll let you know if I was successful in creating pee-cicles. I also might get around to writing a few more consistent entries when I get back, but its doubtful. 

Embarrassing? Yes. Funny? No.

Last January I recounted an incident that happened to me. I more or less know all the people that I know that read this blog. In other words, as far as I know, none of my close (or not so close) real world friends know this exists aside from those I've shared it with. Apparently I shared it with a Norwegian cousin of mine and then forgot about it. This typically wouldn't be a big deal, but she found the above linked story to be so funny she felt the need to share it with a few friends and other relatives. Initially she didn't think it was a big deal, we're an ocean apart. Lets skip ahead to Christmas this year. 

My cousin made a cookbook for her mother, her grandmother and some other people. Seeing as it was made for Norwegians, by a Norwegian, the whole cookbook was written in Norwegian. Except for one page. She had accidentally mixed a copy of my blog post in with the recipes. A family recipe book with many classic family recipes from both the US and Norway, and one story of extremely unfortunate bathroom humor. This wouldn't have been so bad if her mother wasn't currently living in the US, and she wasn't spending Christmas here. At a small party the Saturday after Christmas this recipes book was passed around for a good deal of my family to see. Seeing as most of us don't speak (or read Norwegian) we just flipped through the book until we came to the lone page written in English, which was my story. Normally I don't embarrass easily, but there was this one woman (my grandmother's cousin) that wouldn't shut up and keep trying to read the story aloud, after she found out I had written it. I've got to admit I was more embarrassed by the typos and spelling mistakes than the actual story. I supposed I should do a better job of proofreading my blog entries in the future. Regarding the recipe book: It doesn't matter now, all the copies, save for one, have now returned to Norway. 

Happy New Year, Merry Christmas, Etc.

I tried so hard last month to make sure I didn't neglect this blog for weeks at a time, but I relapsed. I don't know what it is, but sometimes simply posting a stupid picture, lame joke or link to a youtube video can be too much to ask of me. I could make excuses, I had exams, I got sick, Holidays happened, but the truth is, all of the above happened. 

Christmas was good this year. It was an international affair. Last year I spent Christmas in Vienna, and although I didn't leave the US for Christmas this year the crowd was from all over. We had 5 Norwegian relatives visit us, my cousin had her Egyptian boyfriend over, and my aunt was here with her French-Canadian boyfriend. Aside for the Egyptian guy (I fucking hate him, I'm convinced he is gay and only dates my cousin because he is too ashamed to admit the truth, and she is too desperate to catch on), it was a really good time. I didn't get much worth noting. My girlfriend gave me a new french press. It makes really good coffee, so I've been taking advantage of that. I didn't get much else, my dad got me a good bottle of beer. It was a Hefeweizen from Berkshire Brewing Company. BBC brews small batches of craft beer that are amazing. The best thing is that their beer comes in two sizes, 22oz bottles and 64oz handles. It is awesome. I also got some good music, but I'll go over that in the coming week.