Here we are! Playing at Nasa :)

Concert!

Heyhey, hahaha, amazing we are asked to play at the opening of the winter festival here in Reykjavík. ooooo. This is on Thursday the 7th of Feb at around 10 pm. Practice practice practice. hihi.

http://www.vetrarhatid.is/desktopdefault.aspx

Her er bandet som eg spelar i for tida

Her er eit link til den heimesida som bandet vårt har THE REEL THING
Det er kjempekjekt å spela saman, har hatt ein opptredelse som gjekk dritbra og so vert det ein annan ceilidh på den 26 Januar her i Reykjavík.

Jippi

Var eg morsommare før i tida?

Eg tok meg ein titt på bloggen min frå 2004 og hjelpe meg som eg lo. Eg var jo jammen meg ganske festleg. Eller var det berre slik at eg faktisk hadde meire tid til å tenka og pønska på lure ting å skriva?

No for tida går eg absolutt ikkje rundt og pønsker ut noko lurt som eg skal skriva på bloggen min. Eg trur kanskje at før i tida berre bekymra eg meg øve kor den neste haike-bilen kom frå og kor eg kunne selga min neste hekle-hua. No til dags er det 1000 dumme ting som eg grublar på.

Hm, men det er dumt å grubla og lura på desse 1000 kompliserte tingene. Alt ein treng er jo ei fin grøn eng, eit par trer, eit par fjell, godt ver og eit telt. Og det hadde vore supert med nok mat til å laga til ein saftig piknik.

jadda jadda. trur eg bør byrja på å hekla ei hua. har ikkje gjort det på kjempelenge. Ei rau ei med øyre. det vert bra. viss eg legg garn og heklenål på bordet i kveld so byrjer eg kanskje i morgon tidleg viss eg e heldig. Jippi!!

Lurer på om eg skal kasta TV'et på dynga. Men diverre er det ikkje mitt so eg har ikkje lov.

helsing Ragnhild

Biletet er frå Island i fjæra der det er ein varm kilde som eg dypper beina i romjul 2007. Frost -5°C

Hei og Hopp!

Jau kanskje skal eg berre byrja å skriva litt her inne, har jo liksom aldri tid lenger... Hm men det er no berre tull, mykje lettare å¨skriva her viss eg skriva på norsk. då kan eg vasa i veg om berre dill.

Jadda, bur no fortsatt på Island og no driv eg faktisk på å studere. Tenk på det, merkeleg at eg har/skal ofra 3 år av livet mitt på lesing og lesesaler. hm, men får sikkert ein superjobb etter dei 3 årene viss Island er det samme landet 3 år fram i tida.

Eg studerer nemleg Business Administrasjon som er ettertrakta her på denne is øya. Hihi, og so kan eg berre loffa litt om sommaren, eller kanskje jobba i 6 mnd med DRITBRA lønn og so loffa resten av året.

Men, loffinga mi vert litt annleis no som eg har ein liten plugg som heng på meg. Sonen min er eitt år no og går og greier. stilig, eg trur faktisk det er heilt ok å loffa med han, men det einaste er at viss eg skal opp eit fjell, so må eg bera han (12kg) og ryggsekken min i tillegg. trur det vert for heftig.. Må kanskje venta til han er som ein fjellgeit. det vert kanskje ei stund til, her på Island er folk ikkje so veldig glade i å gå tur..

Jau, so er det heile pakken her i gården med bleieskift, dagmamma, bil, studielån, forsikring, husleiga, og 1000 andre rekningar. Hm, hugser ein gong for nokon år sida då eg hadde berre ei rekning og det var heller ikkje noko ordentleg rekning. Det var kontant kortet på mobilen. hehe. tenk på det.

jau, elles so har graviditeten tukla med hormonane mine på ein eller annan måte. Iallefall er matlysten min heilt forandra slik at eg er ikkje lenger ei fyldig dame, eg er heilt ordinær no. merkelege greier. har ikkje lyst på snop og kaker heile tida slik som det var før i tida. kanskje det er ein medisinsk grunn ein eller annan plass.

Eg lengter mykje til ein plass å setta føttene mine i varm god sand og vera ute uten at det er kaldt. mmmmmmmmmmmm. eg trur eg liker varme land best... og so skikkeleg vinter i 1 mnd. det hadde vore topp. lurer på korleis eg skal få det til.

Eg skal lova at eg skal verta flinkare å skriva. klem frå StudentMamma Ragnhild

Hössi throwing an axe

Ragnhild Throwing an axe

Of course veeeeery difficult

In Öystese

The stay in Öystese was wonderful, the weather was hot hot hot until Höskuldur brought the winter with him from Iceland. hahaha. We will be back in Norway in May flying directly from Scotland where we will attend a grand music festival on the Isle of Rum. yes yes yes!

This is a picture that Kåre took, mum's husband. He is an excellent photographer!

another 70's pic

70's party!

Oh my God it is AAAAGES since I have written something here. Looks like nothing happens that does not include little Ýmir. Anyway: we were invited to a 4 x 40year old party, if you see what I mean. 4 people turning 40. and the dress code was 70's clothes. hehe I did not have any trouble finding dresses!!

I got jolly drinking alcohol-free beer, hehe. And we were dancing, me feeling free not carrying a baby around. Looovely. Lots of people-hugging and rock hard breasts. some men commented on my breasts bursting with milk and offered to help me out... But I politely said no-thanks...

There were loads of people and veeeery loud disco music, a bit too loud for the people in the pregnancy/breastfeeding club...

I got home 00.30 to my relieved mother who claimed her back was sweaty from looking after a baby for the first time in 30 years. haha

This is Per Christian who later started wearing a golden wig.
Sissel and Endre
Ragnhild, Annbjörg and Ann Charlotte
Peter (one of the 40 years old)
Is this what the real 70's people wore underneath the dresses?

fat cat

look at this unbelieavably fat cat, fattest cat in the world!!:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qIvp7oa5TsM

Knife

Wow I just sharpened my knife so much that I don't have to hold the bread whilst slicing!. you see, hold the baby with one arm and push down on the bread with a veeeeeeery sharp knife. voila: Perfect!!

Höskuldur turning his head

hehehe, click on the picture to get a bigger view.. look at him turning his head :D hahaha

Ford Escort, R.I.P.

Oh well, the day after this picture, our car started BURNING as Hössi was driving it! He noticed loads of smoke and looked under the car..there was flames next to the fuel tank(!!!) Fortunately he was outside his boss's house and managed to get a fire extinguisher and put the fire out before the whole car exploded.

Good (and drunken) memories from Greenland

Breastfeeding, the new slimming aid.

Wow, perhaps I will just breastfeed Ýmir Jaki forever! It sure prevents me from gaining any weight. The kilos are just disappearing without me trying to eat very healthily. cool! Ýmir drinks about a litre of breastmilk every day so I suppose it not very strange..

Perhaps this is why some mothers breastfeed their children until they are 10 and 12 years old, haha.

The three tourist information workers and three boys!

Hahaha, we got bitten by the pregnancy bug. ooops. I think there might be a virus in that office! Milena to the left is 6 days over-due in the picture, she might be giving birth to her boy as I am typing this, wooow. Soffía to the right gave birth three weeks ago to a beautiful boy!

Other news: Höskuldur is in the rotten-shark heaven. Well, not really a heaven if you ask me. Imagine your boyfriend coming home smelling of old fish and ammonia. yuck!

He bought 7 kg of rotten shark (real quality shark, he claims) which probably seemed like a good idea at the time. Because of the stink, I don't want him to eat or store the Shark at home so he gorges on it in the stables with his dad and other macho horse-men.

Uff. Yesterday I was in the bathroom when he came back from training his horses and I smelled the overpowering fishie smell just as he walked in the front door! Amazingly strong smell. He says it is good for you.... hm... I am far from convinced... :D

My coat has been stinking of shark after the þorrablót the other day just because I was in the same room whilst Höskuldur cut the shark into bitesize pieces... undescribable!

Norway

I cannot wait to go to Norway, in my mind I see Norway lush and green and the sun is shining. and the fjord is bright blue and the fruit trees are blooming...



Hm, this romantic view of my home country does not always work, sometimes when my plane lands, it rains heavily or there is a wet fog over the whole country... or it is cold and nasty.

I think if I moved to Norway, I would have the same romantic view of Iceland as well. It seems that you only remember the positive things about a country, weird.

When I think back to our holiday in South America, I only remember nice things. I wonder why.

Anyway, it is going to be great going back to Norway, visiting everyone and showing them that -yes- Ragnhild has indeed become a mother. hahaha. I suppose it might be weird for some to picture this..

Nasty nasty computers

The nasty computer decided to eat all my pictures from the Þorrablót and I feel like crying!! I had a wonderful video of Ýmir his first time in a proper bathtub, oh nononononono. This is the case with the digital world.... all the pictures in this computer can just be lost if the computer dies. bloody hell.

How awful.

anyway, we were swish as I said at the Þorrablót, Höskuldur was wearing a very fine black suit and I was wearing a very fine black dress. oooo-oooo-oooo nicety-nice. I felt like I was not a mother, no-one could guess I have a 10 week old son waiting for my milk. hihi cool.

oooops must dash, my breasts are needed elsewhere....

Þorrablót

We are going to a þorrablót here in the north of Iceland tonight, and for the first time I am going to leave Ýmir Jaki for more than 2 hours, OH MY GOD!! Höskuldur's sister, Guðrún, is going to babysit. I am going to use the breastpump and hopefully I have enough milk for him.. (some new videos of Ýmir in on the picturepage by the way)

Höskuldur and I have been treating eachother and we've got swish clothes to wear tonight... pictures will follow :)

Þorrablot is a dinner/dance always in January/February and it is where Icelandic people eat very strange food:

Hákarl (putrfied shark)
Blóðmör (blood sausage/black pudding)
Súr Blóðmör, (Sour-preserved blood sausage [black pudding])
Hrútspungar(Sour-preserved ram's testicles)
Lundabaggi (lamb roll)
Súr Lundabaggi (Sour-preserved lamb roll)
Svinasulta (jellied ham)
Sviðasulta (jellied sheep's head)
Súr Sviðasulta (sour-preserved jellied sheep's head)
Harðfiskur (dried fish)
Hangikjöt (smoked lamb)
Súr Hvalur (sour-preserved whale blubber)

Apparently everything was preserved in the old days, because people did not have very much for the winter months.. so meat was preserved in whey or was left to rot to preserve it.

I quite like this food, my favourite is hangikjöt and the soured whale blubber, yum yum. and soured jellied sheeps head.

Christmas and New Year

Christmas came unexpectedly soon, I was kind of not prepared at all, all my thoughts are going to the little baby, hihi. Anyway...

On the 23rd we went to Hössi's granmother Gogo to eat rotten scate. wow. Strange meal. ammonia-fish with fat that you pour over it. All my clothes and ýmir's clothes smelled of ammonia-fish afterwards. hmmm.... Oh, well at least I tried...

Christmas eve was great, we were 14 people at Unnur's place (Hössi's aunt). An enourmous pile of Xmas presents under the tree, most of them for Ýmir Jaki, the lucky b++++++. hehe.

Jakob cooked the delicious cHRISTMAS dinner, melt-in-mouth-REINDEER. oh my GOOOOD what a perfect meal! Ýmir was calm and watched us eat, nice! For dessert we had the traditional rice-cream with an almond in it with a prize for the one finding the almond. excellent. I got many nice presents and Ýmir Jaki got a HUUUUGE pile.

The most memorable gift was a state of the art DARTH VADER mask that plays his breathing sound and says "you don't know the power of the dark force..." You can wear this mask, hahhahahah, wow, how funny. Jacob was delighted with his mask.

I got a pair of flashing nipple-lights. To wear under my clothes and they blink through the fabric, hihihi. For Ýmir when it's dark I suppose.

on the 26th of December we went to another aunt of Hössi's, Anna Björk, for traditional smoked lamb (hangikjöt). There were loads of guests there as well. 27th of December we went to the baptism of Hulda Liv and MOOOOORE cakes and food. burp. and then there was the brunch at Hössi's granny, Jakobina.

And wow, so busy. on the 30th we had Hangikjöt at our place with Sigga and Jakob and Danny from Britain.

Then came new years eve with an AMAAAAAAAZING meal at Sigga and Jakob's new flat. we were served the best meal of the year, orange duck. that is.. duck with orange and orange sauce and wooooow. I cannot begin to describe how good it tasted. oh my GOD. with mashed sweet potatoes.. and caramelized potatoes, jakob's super sauce and and and. Starter was giant prawns in crumbs with a spicy coriander dip. mmmmmmm

And 2 sticky dark rich chocolate cakes for dessert.

WOOOOOOWWWWW I have eated so much and still the cupboard is full of chocolates and biscuits in our flat. dear oh dear...

Pictures from New Year!!

Amazing view over Reykjavík
Here are all of us dinner guests at Sigga and Jakob's place
Mystery guest:

us again

Us

A last, time for me.

Oh dear, seems like I am letting down my main blog.. All the attention goes to the baby blog. hm. Perhaps I should write a few line on what it is like to be a mother.

Just imagine, an egg has been stored in my body for 30 (!!!) years and then suddenly it becomes an embryo with the help of generous Hössi, haha. It is quite unbelievable that the eggs are so old when they get fertilised. Weird that they manage to survive in my body through many drunken parties and flues and viruses.

So is Ymir Jaki in fact 30 years old as well, since he was made from a 30 year old egg? hm, philosophy.. philosophy...

I have just come back from a short shopping spree. I have not yet let Hössi feed Ymir Jaki with a bottle, so I make sure I am only away for max 2 hours. It is actually quite tiring to use a breast pump. And I never get as much out as I get when he feeds directly. Hm. But there will come a time when I want to go to the movies I suppose.

At the moment I don't mind at all coming back every 2 hours. Or taking him with me shopping.

A week ago I was shopping with the baby in a bookshop here in Reykjavík and he was getting very hungry. So I found myself a secluded corner and an office-chair and fed him right there. 5 minutes later another shopper came up to me and asked if I did this often. ?? ? well, I said that the baby was quite new and just needed to drink and in Norway people breastfeed all over the place.

This man looked at me with kind of pity and said "Well, I think the Icelandic people would at least find themselves a bathroom for breastfeeding" jesus crist. Some PEOPLE!!! What an arsehole. My baby breastfeeds in a shop, SO WHAT?

Well, I don't care what they think :)

I had a milk blockage going on in my breast a week ago and got a fever, 39.2°C. I felt terrible. But I managed to sort it out, massage and hot rice-bag on my breast whilst the baby was drinking. The fever passed in a few days. Other than that, my nipples sting and my breasts ache, my back is tired and I forget to eat. quite strange for me, because I am usually ALWAYS hungry.