Spiritual well being, eating your veggies, and Norsk somethings.

If you like cute babies and Beyonce/Sasha Fierce have a look at the video linked to the title of this blog!

I'm in serious need of a smudge stick and some house clearing. Years of built up tension, hate, aggression, and mystery meat need to be banished from our dwelling. Ever feel like you're under spiritual attack? For some reason, lately even the baby is picking up on the tension in our home. I mean, there is the stress from not being able to find a suitable home and now we're on a deadline...but it's nothing we haven't had to deal with before. For some reason I think events are in line, then they're dashed against the rocks in life's rapids. But with our tension, the baby's teething, allergies, and now this unseen "force" that's steering our life lately...I am unsettled and uneasy. Hopefully, once we land our perfect dwelling in the perfect town for our new lifestyle we'll feel more content and less troubled.

In other less gloom and doom news: I love Asparagus! For real! Add some salt, garlic, and butter...seared in a pan until just soft enough or slapped on the grill and I'm in heaven. The problem is finding Asparagus grown in the United States...let alone OHIO! I know I should eat as locally as possible but there are a few products that I can't get and can for later because they just don't taste right. Asparagus is one of them. So, I'm stuck with a craving for these lovely green (and white and purple) stalks, and I always feel a little guilty picking up vegetables that were trucked in from halfway across the continent. Maybe later this year when they come in in droves to farmers markets, I'll feel a little bit better about myself and my cravings. I also turned my Grandmother on to Asparagus. I made it for her once oh so many years ago. I made it from a can (big mistake) and it was after she had been sick (second mistake) and they tasted AWFUL. Made her sick and she never tried it again. So, recently with my new culinary skills I seared her up some yummy tender stalks and to my amazement and hers she now wants to make that her favorite and eat them all the time. Maybe I'll make that a part of Phil (Super M's hubby) and my joint birthday dinner? We'll see.

Did I mention my birthday is May 4th? And Phil's is OH look it's midnight! TODAY! HAPPY BDAY PHIL! You're the bestest DUDEPAL EVER! We're doing a murder mystery dinner party and I suppose a little more planning should be done soon...AKA whenever I can get ahold of Super M!

On another note, this is not so Norsk...but is kinda? Anyway the uber Northern Norwegians speak an old tribal language called Sami or Saami. Here is a video of a beautiful song sung in this very distinct language using a traditional method. Vajas performing Star Girl:


Here are the roughly translated lyrics...so beautiful:

In a dark world
we need stars
So that lost people can find their way home again

In a world that has become gray
we need colors
So that saddened people find their joy again

We yoiked the star girl
she shined
She was bright

In a soundless world
we need tones -
So silenced people find their songs again
Hope you enjoyed! All my love blogospherians!

OH KAY EL AE AICH OH EM AE...OKLAHOMA! And Van By The River!

So, this has nothing to do with the fair state of Oklahoma, I've just always wanted to use that title...and life will never present me an opportunity to use it for real, so I just typed it out and there you have it!

So, I went to see the house in YS today. It's a beautiful old house with a large yard and big big trees and I love it...but has some significant drawbacks for the husband and I. I can see our family there, but the cons of living there certainly outweigh the pros. I wonder will this be right? Can we afford SO many bills? or the Deposits? So, we took the whole day and did the adult thing and argued back and forth until we came to a semi-conclusion. But, I'll delve deeper into housing once I'm officially there and unpacked and lovin' it.

Then there's the monster dilemma I created...Steve, my totally rockin' e-dudepal for the last few years has decided he's had ENOUGH of people being hateful and rude in North Carolina, wants to be closer to his son, and that he wants his life to start looking up! Good for him! He wants to be around people with heart, like us. Good for him! He wants it now! Uh Oh...lol. So, without further ado I say: well, won't you consider finding a place first? Super M helped me to change his mind about jumping in his van and immediately driving cross country to be with super awesome dudes and chicks here in Ohio. But, that didn't change the fact that he still wants his move date to be Apr. 30th into May 1st so he can be here for the Phil/Candi b-day extravaganza! Oh, and because he really wants to participate in this amazing murder mystery dinner party...and because, apparently he doesn't mind being the man in the van down by the RIVER! LOL

So, we have him a resume and a cover letter...and we'll have him a place to at least shower and potty and all that...and a place for his Lucy (snake) to slither this way and that...but we'll still need to find him a place once he gets up here...and a job...and zomgz *reeeeekreeeekreeekreeek* but yeah, I do it all out of love...and the fact that I apparently thought my life needed more spice!? Oh well, this should be fun! I'll keep you posted! :D

PS: My Hovercraft is Full of Eels! = Luftputefartøyet mitt er fullt av ål
(luft poot eh fart uyeht mitt air foolt ahv ohl)

OH MAN! The Norwegians are going to LOVE ME! Or lock me up in an institution for a VERY long time. HAHAHA

Is there a Norwegian Tax day? Flutes! And other such Norsk-sense.

The bestie (AKA Super M) went to the post office on the wrong day at the very last few minutes to send in her tax day forms with her rabid husband. From her blog she seems to have found a really rockin' place to hang out next year just before close! I recommend the read. I seriously wonder if Norwegians or other Europeans have a tax day...and is it the same day every year...or have they developed a system of awesomeness that far surpasses (yet again) the United States' policies on tax? I'll have to look that up. I mean, I've recently learned that nearly every country in the world does the income tax thing...it seems only natural that they'd all have to file those taxes for refund. But, could it be possible to only take out the correct amount of taxes from everyone's paycheck so that no filing need be done by your citizenry? So many questions so few answers.

We went to the Half Price Books store today and came out with a STACK of very useful books we've been looking for forever. the Prose Edda, Starhawks "Spiral Dance", "The Pagan Book of Living and Dying" also by Starhawk, "The Galdrabok An Icelandic Grimoire" by Stephen Flowers, Two intermediate flute lesson books as I need some serious help remembering my scales We also got "Wiccan Warrior" by Kerr Cuhulain a must read for all who follow a Pagan and/or Warrior path. A World Atlas Sticker Activity pack was also dug up that Nixie will be using years from now, but it was two bucks and shall go in my teaching tub. I can't possibly pass up cheap teaching materials. Then this giant dinosaur pop up book which produced much laughter.

You see, before the adventure to Half Price Books we  found ourselves with a wonderful guest Mister JoeJoe Monkey. K, that's not his legal name but that's what I like to call him so there you have it. Anyway, we go off to eat some Chinese at a buffet that's normally phenomenal...Hong Kong Buffet...I've posted on it before. We get there and the food is dry and the place is not busy and the staff looks at the end of their ropes just standing about. it was SO unusual for this place. Afterward we went to the book store aforementioned. Mister JJMonk upon exiting holding the dino pop-up book decides once he found the pop out T-rex head that he'd follow me around the car opening and closing the book just slightly so it looked like the dino was going to bite us. I'm sure the Pizza Hut employee across the parking lot thought we were either crazy or a riot, hopefully the latter.

I've been playing my flute a little bit each day to build my face muscles back up so that I don't sound all airy when playing. I'm also working on scales so that I can play these intermediate pieces without a second glance back at the key signature again. lol. For those of you who didn't know I have played since 5th grade, though I came in late, I was caught up very quickly by a few high schoolers and my MOST excellent band teacher, Mr. B. I certainly hope the hubby can do band camp this summer for him (silly tuba players). I really do miss Mr. B...he was my favorite teacher...and still one of my favorite human beings. Seriously underestimated as he is...he still manages to motivate a throng of young people year after year. Too much trouble and too little pay and all his side projects later...you have one Mister B, worn down, a little older, a little wiser, but still a trooper and a wonderful man.

I really need to talk to Super M because something wonderful happened during our brief disconnect! The lady with the house had actually called me before I called her on Monday but my phone decided not to deliver the message to me until Wed. morning? I'm still like WTF? So, I call her back Wed. morning after I check her VM. She still wants us to see the house on Sunday afternoon at 215pm. Very precise time, I know, right? So, if all goes well and we like it there, and they like us, with all your thoughts and prayers and good house renting JuJu we'll have a place to live in Yellow Springs! This would be the biggest relief to me and my bundle of nerves. I've started pre-packing cleaning in the living room. I need to finish the kitchen tomorrow and start packing up what we don't use after it's all cleaned up. Ever since that leak in our apartment (see former posts a few months ago) and the deconstruction of our living room...I don't even feel like taking anything with us it's so cluttered from having to be moved away from that corner (which still occasionally leaks and no, no one has come to fix it since we told them in February).

Typing up a resume and cover letter for a friend, Mr. Steve who'll be relocating here in a few weeks, so he says and will need a job or else suffer living in his van down by the river. He still might have to for a while until he can save up enough for a small flat in a decent area...but we'll be there for moral and shower support lol.

Lastly, I promised more Norwegian lessons:

How to order crab...or anything  really, just substitute the word you learned by asking the first question into the place of the order in line three.

1: Hva heter det? (vah det-air deh) - What is called that...or what is that called?

2: Det heter en krabbe. (deh het-air en krahb-eh) - That is called a crab.

3: Vi vil ha en krabbe, takk. (vee vil hah en krahb-eh, tahk) - We would like a crab, please.

And there you have it, ordering seafood in a very sea-friendly area. Can't go wrong with crab. But if you're allergic or it's breakfast time try these words:

1: poteter med smør (poh-tate-air meh smur) - potatoes with butter (*nom at any time of the day*)

2: lefse med smør (lehf-sehh meh smur) - a soft flat bread with smur of course *me and my butter cravings*

3: en kopp kaffe (en kohp kahf-eh) - a cup of coffee (med fløte {meh fluh-teh) - with cream)

With that you should survive anytime you encounter a non-English speaking Norwegian town or village...which is ultra rare, but possible! This way at least you won't starve! OH and the most important phrase anyone can learn:

Hvor er toalettet? (vor ar toh-ah-let-eh) - Where is the toilet? And remember the doors might be labeled with pictures but if they aren't D is for (dah-mair) or FEMALE and H is for (hair-air) or MALE...I try to remember Dah as in daughter...and Hair as in hairy...it's one of those remembering tools. Girls = D Boys = H

Jeg Elsker Deg! *covered a few blogs back* I Love You!

God Natt! *go naht* Good Night!

NORWEGIAN WOOD BABY!

Sometimes I just link the blog titles to random sites I've never been too. It excites me, just like this song:



My favorite Beatles song...EVER. Maybe this is a little bit of why I'm trying so desperately to learn Norwegian? It's been a repeating theme in my life. Of course, so is Djibouti, Africa...and honestly I have no idea why.  I'll chalk it up to past lives. I was born in the WRONG era. Period. End. Of. Story.

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I am serious fail at teaching people something new every day so let's go with at least every week and hopefully more than twice a week? HA!

Anyway, today I learned how to say a new phrase in Norwegian thanks to my "Norwegian in 10 Minutes a Day" book and cd. I also got a Norwegian-English, English-Norwegian dictionary and another book on Norwegian that's for beginners last night at Half Price Books here on Lane Avenue in Columbus (gods I love that store). I also got Aaron some Polar Bear blank cards that has a cartoonish bear head over a background map of the arctic circle. So very cool for scribbling out thank you notes and/or Birthday/Retirement wishes to his co-workers.

I also hit the unique crochet patterns jackpot with a cheap book I found there. The last book I found was about a "fairy ball" for Nixie pants. It has a pop-up faerie castle at the end that I figure she'll get more use out of when she's 5 or 6 and wants to play paper dolls. But for now she'll just laugh in amusement every time I open it up and clap her hands in appreciation. Oh yeah, that's worth a dollar. Not to mention it's very well illustrated and a cool story with misbehaving pixies...yep just like my Nixie Pixie. There's still one more on the clearance shelves there at the store if you're interested. I cleaned them out of Norwegian books except for one dictionary published in 1965. Yeah, I knew that wasn't going to work.

Anyway, on to your daily Norwegian lesson:

Today we're going to learn how to say a very important phrase and examine the situation you would use it in! Don't worry, this isn't a structured boring stereotypical class...it's a Class by Candi! Next Blog will include three more cool Norwegian phrases. So here it goes:

Jeg Elsker Deg. Prounounced e-i but put together to sound like yi... el-sker...die. E-i Elsker Die. This means what lala lala lala lala laaa means...I LOVE YOU!

This phrase could get you out of a lot of gnarly situations. Say you've taken on that random prostitute who knows only a few words of English and she's screaming at you "YOU PAY NOW!" Just drop this one-liner on her "Jeg Elsker Deg, Baby!" and watch her expression change to either an amorous or a very confused one. That's your cue to beat it, Jack! OK OK, so not paying a prostitute in a foreign land is probably the worst thing you can do, actually visiting  said prostitute is the worst. Not paying only intensifies the burning you're feel later. That "love burn" will last longer than this phrase will in your mind. JEG ELSKER DEG everyone!

Happy Easter...Fools?

So, yeah. Again, too long between posts here! Anyway, I had an uneventful April Fools Day, which was awesome. And I had a very very full Easter Day. Brunch with the fam, visiting in-law fam, dropping off lost things found in the car, going to Starbucks and chilling, then finally home, then to the grocery for some noms before finally getting in the door and being able to relax. *big sigh* Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!

I got some really cool necklace findings and glass beads for necklace making and for my ultra-huge-mega-epic crochet project that I will post here about Summer time. Waiting on some awesome sauce charms for the crochet project as well. Man, it's gonna be an awesome sauce kinda gift. I know, I work and work and work on something I'm just going to want to keep...and well, I'm totally going to have to find the willpower to hand it over. BUT it will make me feel MORE awesome to see someone else enjoy what has taken me a good majority of that precious free time I do have.

Green Tip Of The Day: Spend a little extra on fresh organic, cage free eggs...as long as you know they really are what they say they are. Being crammed in a tiny pen with a thousand other hens and fed organic crap is just as inhumane as stacking them on top of one another and feeding them inorganic crap. I plan on buying local when I get to an area where I can just walk to a farmers market and shake hands with the person who plucked it out from under the chicken that morning! How exciting, I can't wait.

With any luck we're going Tuesday to look at a house in Yellow Springs for rent. It's in our price range *barely* and has the amenities we need *hopefully* and if that is fail we'll look at the three bedrooms for rent in town. We could really use a three bedroom for say 900 or less? With a W/D hookup and that allows one small 18lb pug. With a potential for room mates...another married couple with a couple of cats. Possibly two bathrooms? But just one is doable. We're all clean, we all have excellent rental history, and we'd be willing to do some light maintenance. We would be looking to live there for an extended period of time as well, say two to three years at the minimum and possibly more?

If you have any ideas on who where or how...PLEASE email me. CandiRhae00 at Gmail dot com. We could use all the help we can get!

More blog for your mental health to come very soon. Goodnight readers!