| | January 31, 2012, at 8:32 pm Written by Kelb, January 31, 2012, at 8:32 pm 
Until today I had not been to a dentist for over fifteen years, not even to investigate / prevent as caries does not exist in my mouth. I think that's because my saliva contains a concentrate of raising the pH acid like Spottkobrans married  So it was an eternity ago I visited a dentist last and then I got a referral to the hospital to pull a wisdom tooth that wild-growing in the jaw and formed an inaccessible pocket where food rotted in one minute, and spread a cadaver tank just a fermented herring lovers can mightily with. Four syringes, a faint, hammer + chisel and 40 minutes later, I sat in the car on the way home, spitting spirit of blood through the side window = set table, worst mosquito party then and I think my DNA is still possible to trace even in last year's local mosquito litter. So there it suddenly just there, toothache from hell. At first I thought okay this benefits the pain from my sciatica going in a more bearable way. That last sentence makes me think about when Ronny Eriksson exclaimed: The only time I have dimensions really good, was when I had sjujävla back pain and was leaning against a hot stove. Toothache?? I can not have toothache nor, I must be at Voodoo!After I sober myself, I thought that if sciatica can radiate down through the right testicle and right down to the right big toe it may well radiate upward? and attack the left side of the neck, sinus, ear, jaw and cheekbone, which was now in an inferno of pulsating tingling pain. Stunned by the pain I made a cocktail of painkillers, which I chewed and plastered with his tongue left upper and lower teeth with (before I swallowed tablettgeggan) and thus had a taste of the high-handed frätsmärtan I exposed the tongue. The tablets helped.. . NOTHING!So I took in desperation toothbrush and at full speed and hard vibrating pressure brushed my teeth like crazy and it helped the pain but only as long as I brushed. This is untenable, I'm afraid if the gum and I continue to brush it will, like Rabbi's foreskin disappear or at least torn to shreds. Chewing gum worked reasonably satisfactory, but the same thing as an eternal chewing jaw almost dislocated. It had to be rinsing the mouth with cold water type every four minutes .. not many minutes of sleep that night but Party Poker against hooligan garbage to Englishmen and Wordfeud against American illiterates.  Last night I washed my mouth with a 46% solution of malt whiskey instead of water. The tangible smoky whiskey with fatkaraktär, elements of tjärpastill, orange marmalade, heather honey, iodine and dark chocolate were washed and gurgled around in your mouth until all of the mouth that had enamel shriveled up and became limp (can maybe compared with the result of mistake in arousal have used hydraulic oil as a lubricant?)
The effect was instant all pain vanished and I slept well all night. This morning, I was just a little sore for a tooth in the jaw, the same tooth that two hours later was knocked to the dentist when debugging, occlusion were checked and honed in a little late, she took a bunch of x-rays but the only thing that was on them were tiny cracks in two teeth. I have never had a problem with sensitive teeth so I said-I will go home on stopping a popcorn bag in the microwave, pop for a minute and crackle in me the opoppade maize with an eagerness as if they were soft finished popcorn until the weakest tooth crack, then come back and snatch it, or wait? We wait, she said firmly, and I had been so good that I just needed to decorate 85 motion picture for the visit, However, slapped me a considerable sum on all sorts of dental articles in the hospital pharmacy. Time for anything else, I have had pain in these sedentary times, I have updated the license keys to Copemas software for horse racing systems and time-ranked all 95 horses starting at V86 tomorrow, took out the driver and horse conditions,hell I'm just a button from the file uploader to ATG. Besides, I think it is totally useless to live as a hermit to avoid peer pressure on him while suffering from multiple personality disorder. Ps. The expensive maltmunsköljmedlet is now replaced by Listerine Total Care. Blogs by Kelb January 31, 2012, at 11:05 at the Written by Sachiko, January 31, 2012, at 11:05 at the If one tries to strangle- and exhaust flue for wood stove, in order to turn on eldtakten, may result in the stove spits and sputters and it is right risky to open the door. Baksug – a word you should google if you do not know what that means.
And, this to save firewood and fuel-burning is a science and I plan to write a thesis on the subject.
The working name can be “The road to fuel-efficient heating – a winter without eyebrows”. 
Peace!
Sachiko January 31, 2012, at 9:20 at the Written by Sachiko, January 31, 2012, at 9:20 at the 
Chunks of ice crashing into the bay's beaches and collect in the overflow tent drifts. A bit like life can feel when you realize that you do not know anything, did not know people in depth, do not know what they think and feelreallyand I also can not be rules of the game and probably too stupid to take them anyway. I feel often, and perhaps extra right now.
There is nothing I will trouble you readers that much of, but if you think I seem a little out of shape, it's because I run around like a small ice floe without knowing exactly where I will land and where I am going?
Am I lucky, something exciting and interesting happening, like a seagull lands on me (I am therefore still stuck in the ice-metaphor here, I mean not that a seagull would land on mefor real…It would be strange as any. Not least because I'm indoors as I write this). I do not know, the best is perhaps to simply follow their instincts, to distance and not be involved in the game at all? Yes, it is enough, it may be. My brain is not characteristically to get involved with things like that. It's easier to just lie on the hard frozen ground, and fascinated by the frost and the seventeen small frost flakes can grow so long and flat? What is the impact that a frost flake gets to play this disc shape? Sometimes frost shape of large isrosor the window and sometimes it's as sharp needles. Strangely it where.
That's also for people smarter than I to analyze. I'll take just photos.
Then keep it simple and uncomplicated life. Now: coffee and thaw out my toes by the fire. 
Peace!
Sachiko January 30, 2012, at 11:43 pm Written by Sachiko, January 30, 2012, at 11:43 pm Brrrr! I've sat and thought it was a little småkyligt in the house. At least in some parts of the house. Type close to the wall and under my desk. The latter is particularly annoying because it is usually where I keep my legs. On closer examination revealed that his temperature dropped down to minus 9 degrees, and now promises weather complained States and the men that it will be freezing cold for several weeks.
One is not pleased!
The middle parts of the jail, however, right now beautiful 31 degrees, so I roll a few feet (office chair has wheels of thunder, it is not I that rolls!) inwards when I need to warm me up and then back again into the cold to knock a few lines of code to.
I am starting to get a little insight into how people lived back then they had walls made of cow dung and it went 14 Varga winters to the dozen. Okej, People at that time may not be rolled on femhjuliga office chairs to and from your computer, but…yes you make. This with -16 degrees (Thursday) I had in my stupidity hoped to avoid. My car is: a magical boundary at -12 degrees and may black out at this temperature. It made me bitter experience last year when the car was frozen several days a week and only a slow Blööööh came from the engine. Since no.
Now of course snufkin a year older so I do not expect any improvement on that front. I is also a year older (I know, one can hardly believe) and it takes a little longer to crank it up even my machinery, The kylan.
In fact, at -16 degrees, I think I can best be likened to a T-Ford with rusty crank and flat tires. Nah, Now when the stove is running, it is best to get some sleep or else I learn wake up late and then it is guaranteed to freeze in Nash. By my calculations, the heat of the jaw enough to 06.00 Bitti imorgon. And then I counted optimistically and without further temperature dips. I warms me with a summer picture from the same place as we were today, Maya and I.
While well as I myself to the thought that while you sit and revel you in your house, with insulation and such luxuries, I will take up with everything this summer, when Pokey gets so hot so you can hardly stand it. HAS! 
Peace!
Sachiko January 30, 2012, at 4:00 pm Written by Sachiko, January 30, 2012, at 4:00 pm It was a walk in the woods weather.
To the Maya's great chagrin, I buckled down her shirt collar, so despite the spine crunching contortions as she managed to not get it off. Do not think that she did not try.
Her mom had warned that the dog could possibly be a little off today because she sprained a little bit yesterday. It was noticed nothing. On the contrary, she was totally wild and drove as if she had the devil behind him, over fields and meadows, rock or stone. We were out for two and a half hours and pulsed in the snow so I will probably get a question of math tonight about what I did with the dog really? 
I was super annoyed with a lady who chased us around the point and through the woods and even more annoyed I was when I walked through the ice and went down to his knees in a gyttjehål. What Hatch out lady, then,?
"Maybe I should have warned you to where it could happen…?”
Yes maybe, because you breathing down my neck over the last few three kilograms meters. Were you warned me you would have filled any more function than just being annoying and importunate. But perhaps it would be to challenge your simultanförmåga little too much? I replied of course not so, men tänkte. Instead I just growled while I toiled like a beast to get loose. When it finally did it was with a slosh sucking sound much like a stop release of the toilet and all that sat down, a furious rate down to the sewers. Hm, and …if you have experienced it at some point to say. Otherwise, you consider that last as surplus information. The boots that were once white: 
Despite the plunge, I must say that I am impad of shoes. Not a drop of water released through and although it certainly saw awfully wet out, I was completely dry on the socks. Pants are water resistant and sealed with the frozen so no cold feet nor. Luck in the misfortune that I had dressed me as a preschooler today.
I tried to bring snow and rub of all clay but it was naturally to be liiiite for optmistisk. Instead, I left a two-kilometer long lerspår after me when we went back to the car.
Maya, who loves to roll in koskit and other filth, saw more than a little jealous on my shoes.
Not as impressed people were when I came inklafsandes the store as a living swamp trolls. Clumps of mud fell off everywhere and it smelled like swamp long way.
A mother with a five year old stared as his eyes were in the PLOP their heads.
"Look how dirty lady is," said a five year old. "Has she fallen in the mud? Has you fall in goo?”
”Nej, I have rolled myself in POOP!"I said. The mother looked absolutely terrified (and a little pissed) and a five year old was so thrilled with that just a five year old can be over excrement. He laughed until he choked while his mother dragged him away to the dairy fridge.
Nice to be able to entertain any. 
Peace!
Sachiko January 30, 2012, at 8:11 at the Written by Sachiko, January 30, 2012, at 8:11 at the It started with the blue birdie looked obliquely and acid in the great tit, which was sitting and threw seeds hello game. 
Antipathy was a fact, and perhaps not entirely unjustified, since the availability of seeds is not unlimited in any way. Then did the blue birdie a result and they became skitosams and screaming at each other. 
I had given much to the conversation translated into human language. And so people say that there is activity in the country. I rest my case. Now: Go and swim some miles and then out with Maya. Peace!
Sachiko January 29, 2012, at 6:01 pm Written by Sachiko, January 29, 2012, at 6:01 pm Week's theme of the Photo-Kind is ”Less is more”. I took that on board by selecting the simplest possible lighting. Thus, it is light, rather than the jewel that is the main subject.
For this I used a small flashlight I have, I usually in the handbag and plates neck much I had on me on New Year's Eve. Receive diffuser, no filters, not even waxed paper over the lamp, but only direct light. Sports more. Sure, now will surely part softbox fanatics scream right out, but this I listen not to.
As is well known.  I think it's more interesting to see what can be done with simple tools and a little imagination.
Less is more, it is only. 
The challenge has given me a few ideas for photo- and light compositions I will try soon. Peace!
Sachiko January 29, 2012, at 11:28 at the Written by Sachiko, January 29, 2012, at 11:28 at the Sunday! The word should mean rest and relax but unfortunately it will not be quite so. Ja ni vet, plug and get water and stuff.
In addition, I stood and hand washed this morning and because I was too lazy to carry in the drying rack (Hello? I wrote handwashed, it quoted you huh?) so I hung up all bras:s and make-up towels on a floor candlestick standing next to the stove. Looks a bit like a surreal Christmas. I'll keep it in mind for Christmas 2012. The morning coffee was drunk from a cup from a service called Bernadotte, so it is certainly nice and kings have probably slurp out of the, or how? Stay with now so I do not have to crack my illusion. ;-) 
The weight (you who are sick of stuff can skip this section) 1,4 kg from the next milestones. I counted quite wrong on the number of days last time when I wrote that I went down. It had not gone 9 days without 6 days. Now it has gone 10 days with maschemat (counted in the calendar twice so it should be) and on the days I have lost 3,1 kg. Then I counted low, because the wave can view a couple of hundred grams more or less depending on where I place it. I dare not take out anything in advance and do not want to be disappointed so therefore I make a note of the slightest weight reduction wave shows, every day.
"One should not weigh themselves every day!"Ghosts some understanding itself-paar.
No., I do normally not, Just now when I'm on this jättestrikta schedule. Can not help. ;-) This thus gives approximately 0,3 kg weight loss per day, what is the pace I was at the beginning when I just operated on me. I get a little flashback, actually. Then it seemed unrealistic that I would have double-digit weight and when I finally came down on 99,9 kg, it seemed quite unlikely that I would have a 8 or 7 that dozens of weight, etc.. But months went by and new figures showed the course even though I have long believed that there was something genetically wrong with me that would put a stop to it all. You know, you have dieted, trained, sometimes svältit, sometimes eaten regularly, yes tried just all and failed to lose more than a few kilos as they quickly went up again, with interest.
Now I know that there is something wrong with me or my body, but it was me who was wrong when I tried to go down. What if I'd known this when I was doing and was struggling with the pedometer and walked my 10.000-15.000 steps a day for months and did not go down anything at all, barely. All wear unnecessarily (well,, something stripe in pork meat was perhaps) and finally gave up and grew even more. It was really depressing and completely hopeless.
It was a different life. A life that now feels as if it stands on the sidelines and wave goodbye to me but I still hold on and not let go quite.
For mentally I am still a fat boy even though I physically speaking, "only" possible now. I have a BMI of 26,9 which is 1,9 from normal weight but in my head so I have not caught up and think that people still stare and think "What a colossus!"Or" Free Willy!”.
Without thinking about it I go to the sections for the larger sizes when I buy clothes. Netta, who participated in the shopping, has cleared his throat and said, "But you, you have nothing on the department to do more "when I wedged off to XL department.
"Oh, yeah, I forgot that. "I answered and then I have selected some regular-sized garments to try, with the feeling of doom and this will never go or shit will get stuck half way and I feel ugly, thick and disgusting.
But of course it is and now I'm beginning to approach size medium.
I only have not sunk in quite yet and I will not believe it until I'm there. Peace!
Sachiko January 28, 2012, at 8:23 pm Written by Sachiko, January 28, 2012, at 8:23 pm A momentous night!
I hardly know where to start? Let me catch my breath one second.
…. …..so there.
All my friends on Facebook (those who do not already blocked my status updates) now draw a sigh of relief that several weeks of chronic nagging about CAKE DISH äntlingen is over. After a hard struggle, I won an auction and took home a 2-storey.
And, you understand exactly how big this is. It is difficult to grasp almost. 
In addition, there was a grand slam in the poker game tonight, where I doubled my money and now sits on a small fortune. Specifically, 60 clamping. Now I feel that all the hours I sat and played the "safe" really has paid off. What have you done? I understand if there are no comments on this post because it's hard to top such a successful evening. K had some thoughts about whether it was not really a 3-storey CAKE DISH I was after? Already, it was indeed so. Glad that someone go along and pay attention.
I invited, indeed, on a gigantic three-storey, but when the auction began to approach 600 bucks on it so I chickened out and did not dare to run all in..
It felt more secure in this way.
In addition, there are other risk factors to calculate the. I mean a 3-våningsfat with cakes ought to be able to roll over much easier than a 2-story if you do not structure the cookies evenly. And what if you are very greedy people on one side of the table and LHCF-are on the other side? Lutande Tornet the Pisa? Dare hardly think about it.
No., it was best that occurred. I can also take the opportunity to bid on some photos that I dc…found on the alternative route .. and depicting CAKE DISH I DO NOT budade on.
Sometimes I feel spontaneously that there should be a bounty on people with their own glue gun and way too many odd dishes, vaser, egg cups and bowls.
But I am also very sensitive on this subject.
Just saying. 
Peace!
Sachiko January 28, 2012, at 3:10 pm Written by Sachiko, January 28, 2012, at 3:10 pm We note that the auto parts store has been very little focus on car parts. In fact, the car parts are in the minority in their range and should you have brake pads for a Renault Laguna, you can just buy the rear. The front is not sold in those without them, you fix elsewhere.
I do not know what you think, but I think that then they could given the heck of it all from scratch.
However, they have a large assortment of office supplies, if you could get for you to build home office instead of to fix the car. Very convenient because they are cheap whiteboards where you can write down important things, for example: 
We can also observe that Linköping ants are not in class with the store in Norrköping. In fact, their store…and, I would really like to use a rich expression Pontus sometimes use, and which involve some ungulates selected body parts, but I will well try to keep this fairly clean. Let us stick to the shop was not so good.
I bought at least a coffee pot in porcelain, just for the sake sake, and two detective stories to the summer's lazy days of sun on the patio.  Since the shopping went like that, we went instead of coffee and hang out a bit. The coffee and coffee bread was at least nothing wrong. I actually wanted to order a roll, a shit big roll, but found out that I am GBP surgery and also follows I have a matschema. Eländes!
I declared plaintively to the day I stop eating on the schedule, I will buy it Slabb semlan I find (read it with the most cream and almond paste) and hit me in the whole self, and then sleep with two hours of dumping and have chills and fever. It may be worth.
Nettan ordered a piece of carrot cake and instructed the girl at the counter if she wanted it with the most gojja on. Which she did. No one dares ANSWER BACK Nettan when she uses the tone.
Here I made a little reflection regarding a call and I Nettan had last night on the phone; namely, that she had just then purchased a shamefully large bag of candy, that today she chose the most tasty / greasy best carrot cake and I went on about buns and crepes with cream and jam for an hour…while both of them insist that we indeed not particularly fond of sweets. As mentioned, just a reflection.
On the way home ballade my GPS out and I had to guess where we would go. Nettan instructed me to swing to the hospital, which I claimed was the wrong way because the hospital is located at Motala / Mjölby-coherent. After some arguing, I declared that I was not going to listen to her driving instructions more.
At the next roundabout Nettan said that I would run straight ahead.
“No., run where!” she pointed.
“You noticed that I said I do not listen to your instructions anymore, will?” I asked.
“Yep, but I have not said that I intend to keep quiet” she said, looking very pleased. A beautiful day, despite the appalling lack of coffee cups in the store, and today's outing weighs clear up the fact that I had to spend the evening devoted to studying charts and planning. Peace!
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