2/26/09

MY BUCKET LIST 1-10

1. Ride a mechanical Bull. And not die.
2. Smack a famous person on the cheeks. The back ones. And get away with it.
3. Dance ballet on stage again. And look good in those unforgiving tights.
4. Skinny dip in a fountain down town.
5. Record a song.
6. Act.
7. Learn how to strip, and get one of those telescope poles. Always ready! ;)
8. Eat sushi in Japan.
9. Have a career.
10. Name a kid something funky, like Stingray.

Am I this easy?

I was on a walk with my friend when we passed a store that I just had to take a quick look at. And there it was...The newest of the newest trends รก la Stockholm: The belly button shirt. Let me write that again: BELLY BUTTON shirt!!! And I laughed at it to my friend whereto she responds:

"You know that it will only take a few weeks/months and you'll be wearing one of those puppies, don't ya."

Maria: "No I would never wear something like that, it's really ugly".

Being in Stockholm...Is sometimes like a disease. It's contagious! So I'm now worried I will get the belly button shirt germ and start wearing them. I'm telling you...If I do wear one of those monstrous shirts...You're totally free to hold it against me!

2/25/09

One billion dollars...

So my hubby Visa wont like that I'm writing this, but I know he can take it....So here goes.
We had an interesting conversation while wating for our flight in Saipan.

Visa asks me:
"Would you give me up for one billion dollars?"

Hmm... This sounds like such a girly question, I think to myself. Does that mean he just wants to hear me say that I love him so much, there is not enough money in the world...? Nah... This is my husband we're talking about... So that can't be the case. So I take my time pondering the question. And realize I'm kind of girly (or whatever)...Because my answer was:

"No, I wouldn't. I wouldn't be happy without you, not even if I were one billion dollars rich".

And his reaction threw me off. He was so surprised he was almost upset. He repeated himself:

"Did you not hear me, I said one billion dollars! Think about what you can get for that money".

Maria: "But I just want you, baby"

Now he really gets agitated (poor thing, being married to such a all-about-feelings-and-stuff-girl).

Visa: "I mean, you could go to space, Maria! You could buy countries, change the world economics, You could be the king of the world!"

I start singing "Can't buy me love..."

But then it hits me...

Maria: "Does that mean you would sell me for one billion dollars?"

Well you can guess the answer...

ps. He now calls me the one billion dollar woman.

ps.2 He wouldn't say sell...

2/23/09

An American, A German and a Swede...

...were at a bar when a guy walks in through the door. All of them blurt out: "JESUS!" And the guy comes up to them and says:

-"Yes, I am"

The American, after a minute of awe, then asks Jesus:

-"If you really are Jesus, can you help me with this backache I've had for years?"

Well yes ofcourse, Jesus answers and *Poof*, the backache was gone. The German continues:

-"Oh Mr Jesus, I've been struggling with this Migrane for years..." And *Poof* it was gone. After that Jesus comes up to the Swede and asks:

-"What about you, my friend. How can I help you?"

Whereto the Swede responds:

-"Oh God no, I'm on sickleave I don't want any help".

2/22/09

Epiffany in Paradise...

So you come to this remote paradise with all kinds of expectations and predetermined thoughts on how it's gonna be and even a slightly prejudice mindset. You spend 2 weeks there, totally spoiled. Just to be in a place like that is amazing.
Why is it amazing? Well...I guess cause it's so different from what you are used to. So far away from home. And you start to think. Oh crap...I should stop writing "you", since it's pretty clear that we (I; all the forms) are talking about me. This is my blog and it's always about me me me. (I even got a shirt in Hong Kong with a huge (I mean big enough to cover Pamel Anderssons titties) "M" on it. Totally EGO. I love it. The perfect "so-this-is-me-shirt", like the famous Carrie necklace SJP wore on Sex in The City. But the new thing now, if u hadn't heard, is to tattoo your name on your neck. I mean that's really good. You don't even have to talk to people anymore. You just flip your hair (well...all the girly girls out there who have long enough hair to flip some anyway) to introduce yourself. I'm just gonna point at my shirt and give people the "you-can-call-me-M-look".
So where was I... Yes...I was in PARADISE! And the thing about Paradise...and I guess every place on earth, is that you before you go there, have all kinds of expectations...Not only about the place...but about what it's gonna do to you. Especially the Paradise. It has to do something, right?

I had an epiffany in Paradise.

Paradise was totally fantastic. But I was still the same.

Hong Kong for 6 Months was amazing. But I was still the same.


Maybe wiser in some ways and definitely richer when it comes to experience, but still the same. I guess being grown up (physiologically anyway) means that you are pretty much who you are gonna be regardless of where you are. I hope you like me as I am, baby. ;) Wherever I am.

I don't mean that people can't change, but I guess the change, if there is one, is caused by something else than just change of location even if it were PARADISE. (I just really want everybody to know I've been to Paradise, a-ha a-ha)