For several years I have been busy with firearms. Not so much, bazookas and rocket propelled grenades, unfortunately. Where I see myself as a victim in the relationship between supply and demand. When I think back to life so I can see many times when I would have had the most of a real flame thrower. Which natutligtvis is an irrefutable reasons that I never should have put my dirty little paws on such weapons.
However, I have guns crafting part of. And Rifle, both ball and buckshot. In some years, I trained in shooting. It's really really funny.
As the good memories know (Thus, it does anyway ALL of MY inner circle, so I pull a reminder) I am great lover of animals. But I think it's ok with hunting. If anyone has an objection to the,send us a comment we'll talk a little about it. But a little short, People shoot animals in the forest. Good shooters meetings where they want. Poor shooters found the animals in really bad places. And it is not good. Enough about the.
Anyway, I had reason to turn my shooting skills the other day. Inspired by my success, I thought I would go away in a club championship, and so to speak, show where furniture should go…
Mm. Would hired a”movers” to the furniture thereon. With Snipers and torpedoes. I have bad lower level / series to be particularly successful. Four good shot and a bad one in each series is almost invariably.

With no outliers when… (50 the maximum score. The board has 47 p. Right ok.) Efterom I am not a competitive person so it makes me not to go on banging. Especially since I have not stayed active for years and ec. never competed in precision. But shooting is surprisingly socially, and I meet many wonderful people. Most are a bit screwed if I'll be honest. Has often felt that I fit in so well!
Ev will be a continuation of this. All my best guy friends are pistol shooters and it can be fun to see them sometimes.

It feels wonderful to start thinking about things I want to do in my spare time again. Not only having to plug, renovate the house or dashing around on the roof and mount the scarecrows. See the end of the semester Yey!
And right now I wake up either by the bell rings or I slept READY! I feel like a person again after two månaders.hacke-terror 03.30 and forward the morning. Do not really know where Woody had gone. Maybe he finally got tired of all hacke-scare. Or so he happened to have an accident. There is so much wildlife accidents this time of year. One of the five cats that roam around the garden perhaps took him.

Or maybe he flew into a window and broke his neck. Or was hit by a car. And. As can be.

Right now I have it so outrageously good that half would have been enough. I went to bed at seven (!) yesterday and slept till nine this morning. It is 26 degrees on the patio and I'm sitting in linen, tights and bare feet. Winter feels very distant, even though I last about two weeks ago had to light a fire in the stove at night and have woolen socks for me. Now, the peak summer! Just like that. It is so indescribably wonderful to sit out here and start studying and drinking coffee, that I know this, I could do the rest of their lives.

Mom had fallen and injured himself so she can not even get to the bathroom himself. Yet she refuses to go to the hospital and because she knows that I'm calling to nag about it, she has also been a tactical enough to help but respond. Sometimes she's stubborn as an old goat, and were it not for that she is a bit heavier than I can bear, I would have gone and fetched her and tossed her into the trunk and went to the emergency room. Why should some people be so stubborn and hope that things resolve themselves, without medical assistance?
I think in all cases put the phone to automatically dial every five minutes until she replies. Can she insist, I can also.
We'll see who wins.

The daughter is left at the train station and I am back at the bay and has thrown off my the rigid urban clothes and shoes. Now it's soft, Light and airy in force in a few days ahead.

The week that will appear to be stressful and will unfortunately not allow much room for sheet metal spirit or blogging, although I must föröska squeeze in some arbitrary number and then. The final push before the course endings and all that is not made to be done and everything was mediocre, to be completed. They will be long days and late nights, men sen…oh coil springs in my little box of what I want to rest! We're talking about a slumber where I will be quite rigid in its first day and refuse to move me. I also think of a week dedicated relaxant, sleep until noon, Dick solmadrass slöläsa of the terrace, lie on the couch and watch all the TV shows I missed during the school year, meditate and take an occasional nap in between. I will force myself to go in slow motion. Forcing myself to do nothing and enjoy your free time!
Do I know myself right, I will crawl on walls after 2 days, but I see the tired wrinkles in my face, I see the pale gray skin, and my sister and my friends have worried pointed out to me that I look haggard and worn out. Is it possible to deal with the matter? Is it possible to revive the old girl and give her some new energy?
I will at least make a proper trial and I have started to cancel all appointments of the week and purchased all the seasons of my favorit-livsstils/matlagningsprogram “River Cottage”.
Okay, I also realize how damn old I must be going to see such programs as a highlight of the week. Hm, yes and also said her daughter and her boyfriend something that I was morbidly happy to wash and mangle on a Saturday night. Such is obviously not cool.

I have discovered that what I thought was hypersensitivity to white pepper, in fact, seems to be some kind of allergy to wheat flour. Not that I'm glutenallegiker as my sister but I sneeze so-so one hundred forty times of eating things with flour in. The pizza there at dag. My nose is all red and I think I sneezed out about half of my body fluids. You can call me Rudolfina continue.

I kind of just decided to take a whole day off the blog and instagram and all faderullan. Without warning and without kruseduller. Actually, it's not a blog I did not have without this having to sit at the computer. The computer that was like an extra limb, and that I have not been without more than a few numb hours at a time. Is tired of it, especially after this year at college, and ever-long coding projects and essays.

This daughter is. She arrived the day before so it was sort of a bit busy and although we did not have much planned days have been dizzyingly fast. Yesterday we had a photo shoot in the ravine with his daughter as a model. Everything went well until I, at your computer, discovered that the autofocus kajkat out and that most of the pictures we took were blurry. Helvitansch!

Today, we are city dwellers, because my sister is in Italy and her apartment is empty. I'll wash! We're talking such mountains of laundry that my little blue car will go on the rear wheels. Jöss, what a lot of clothes I will have when I'm done!

The daughter will meet friends in the afternoon. I'll be in my sister's bath and listen to and sing along with Melissa Horn's past.
Later, her daughter home and her boyfriend would certainly show up also, so I guess I can not lie in the bath and sing all night. Although in itself; I want him to go home early so it's just that I get a new bath and strike up.
Unless I'm too tired tonight so it will be a night photo shoot in town.