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What does this page include you ask; whatever my little heart desires.
| the pregnancy shot. . . Nice girls! |
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| I was quite impressed, how bout you? |
| This is jompa driving us to practice or some game. |
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| He's always turning around to talk to me, dangerously putting our lives at risk. Watch the road Jomp |
| Mats what's that on your head? |
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| A-ha I believe they're my gloves. |
| What a happy couple |
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| Notice how cold they look. |
| Goofing around. . .as usual. |
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| Hanging out at the Troll's Game (our second team) |
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| Angelica, Me, Jenni, Fanta |
| The Koreans: Ri and Kim |
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| Fanta &Mona outside the bus stop by Mona's house. |
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| This would be after our Moroccan dinner. Good times. |
| On a bridge outside of Gavle |
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| What a lovely family. |
| Me and the Fam walking across a bridge. |
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| Oscar again trying to avoid the camera. Must be nice to be carried around King Oscar. |
| same bridge as the one above. |
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| The Night Sun |
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| Teammates before the Umeå game. |
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| Maria, Lina, Linda, Nata and Mona |
| Fanta mowing while her family is on vacation. |
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| Check out the boots. Nice touch eh? |
| Nera and Fanta |
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| Notice the color coordinated outfits. Nice Girls. . . |
| oscar fighting not to have his picture taken. |
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| Ha! You failed little one. |
| just an interesting picture. . . |
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| Me in a tree. |
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| I believe this is what Randomness is all about. |
| Lunch one day in the city |
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| Khaled and Fanta |
| This would be our Coach, Magnus. I call him Magpie |
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| "As long as you keep scoring you can call me whatever you want, " he says to me. |
| this is an ad i saw in a magazine |
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| if you find this ad back home could you save it for me? Thanks! |
| This is a Michael Jackson impersonator in Stckhlm. |
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| Free Michael! No just kidding. Even I know that man should be in jail. |
| This is the house where I live. |
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| Oscar wobbling about on his brother's rollerblades |
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| He almost crashed into me. I don't think he really knows how to stop yet. Scary huh? |
| There was a wheelchair dance in Stockholm. |
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| With the accompaniment of a violinist. It was definitely random and beautiful at the same time. |
| Sue and I in the big Church in Uppsala. |
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| one of the tapestries in the church we visited |
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| Me acting crazy in Stockholm. |
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| A fake pic. of Fanta so as to capture this weirdo. |
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| We see this guy all the time and his hair is always flawless. |
| I know I know what dork takes a pic of the bathrm? |
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| But isn't it sweet? This is some hotel in downtown Stockholm I just happened to stop in. |
| In honor of David Nikolic a.k.a Cosmo |
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| Fanta thought you might like this |
5/5/05: Fanta Dag (Roughly translated "Fanta Day")
My fellow companion, Fanta, has read somewhere (in some obscure Swedish text) that everyone is entitled to their own
day. She has named this day (May 5th) HER day and we are all to celebrate in her honor. However, I have this
streaking suspicion that this is the first of many Fanta Dags.
I took some pictures to commemorate the first event.
| Fanta Dancing away to Ri's N. Korean folk tune. |
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| We tried to get Ri to dance along, but that didn't go over too well. Maybe next time. |
| The Crew. . . |
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First the ketchup and now this.
People continue to stop me everywhere to ask about my fascination with the jeans and how
the Swedes tuck them into their shoes and socks. Not to belabor the point, I had let the whole thing go, until I was confronted
at a dinner party and then later the same day by my teammates. So I said what the hey, I'll give it a whirl.
My teammates thus instructed me on how to place a hairband (or rubberband) around my leg and then scrunch
the jeans up under the band. Naturally, I thought this was quite comical and deserving of a picture.
Voila. I now feel like a true European. It'll just be a matter of days before this catches on in the states.
And all thanks to me and my bravery to post such a picture on the internet.
| I had to see what the fascination was all about. |
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| When in Sweden Do as the Swedes do (for at least one picture that is) |
So, I also learned to drive on Fanta Dag. Stick that is.
Johanna (pronounced Yohanna) let me drive her pimped out ride around the block a few times.
When I mentioned that I couldn't drive a manual everyone seemed quite amused at this and the possibility
of death on my part. However, they wanted to see firsthand. So everyone piled into the scooped up mini and held on for dear
life as I jerked the car around the block.
I was quite good after the first go round. Fanta and Kim opted not to get in, and instead went around the
block on little scooters (smart girls).
Anywho. As I rounded the corner to go around the block again, I spotted Fanta and Kim pushing around their
scooters in their own little quiet bliss. Unaware of my presence, I drove right up behind them and blew the horn.
You should have seen how fast they darted to the side of the road; scared out of their minds. HA!
1. I large pizza. . . 50 kronars
2. Drinks and party favors. . .200 kronars
3. Seeing your friend shreek in pure terror. . . priceless.
| Johanna's car: it has her name tatooed on the side |
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| if you scroll back up Johanna is the one in the pink top. |
To celebrate the end of April and the beginning of Spring, there is a huge holiday known as Valborg. Millions of people
come to Uppsala for the event. There are boat races, a traditional champagne breakfast along with a traditional lunch (where
some sour fish is served. I think it's called Herring), and parties and bonfires through the night. I took some pictures so
you could get a better idea.
| One of the crazy boats |
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| people build these crazy boats go down the river |
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| Some boats were extra weird; a french fry basket, a hotdog, a hawian island, etc. |
| Me and Johnny (Johan) trying to see the boats |
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| The man is like 6´4". This was not a smart manuever on my part; definitely almost died! |
| This is a shot of the crowd from the balacany |
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| We got to see the event from the balcany at Mats's office downtown Uppsala |
| In the streets of Uppsala on Valborg |
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| These are some of our teammates: Me, Lina, Nera, Mona and Fanta |
| The Dads |
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| Jans, Johnny (Johan) and Mats |
| Fanta and Johan |
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VALBORG CONTINUES: While it's nice to talk about the fun family festivities, I have to intervene and add my own little
section.
I like to call this : What the hell are you wearing? Enjoy.
| It's a lot easier to get these at a festival. HA! |
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| CLASSIC PUNK ROCK 80'S with a European Twist. Nice. |
| See I told you I'd get a shot of the young kids |
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| Notice; jeans scrunched into shoes, some with elf shoes, others with the quenticential high top |
| This is the male perspective (from the back) |
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| Men: Tight Jeans sagging off their butt, loads of crap in the hair. better pic. on the way. |
Back to Normal Randomness. . .
This is one of my favorites. Here I am trying to take a picture of the residential architechture and here
comes Fanta flying by on her bike. It looks like she stopped and posed, but it was actually like a blur going by (which is
why it's so funny that it came out like that).
| This is me outside the viking museum |
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| I figure this is the epitimy of "random" |
| this is the cutest little girl |
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| we stalked her with the camera trying to get a good shot. I think we scared her mother. |
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They have what they call "American Stores" here in Sweden where they sell so-called American products. All I have to
say to the Swedish people here is: THEY'RE LYING TO YOU!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I'm gonna open a real American store here and just rake up the cash. They already charge like 10 times what the stuff
is worth ($10 for a bottle of mustard). Anyway I took a picture of the miniscule store and its barely-American content.
And heaven forbid things such as pancake mix be manufactured. We have to make it from scratch. And I don't do things
from scratch.
And I gotta tell you, scrambled eggs here are a foreign concept. I will not recount the obstacle it caused when I told
my host mother that's what I wanted for breakfast. It was quite comical. I didn't know you could make scrambled eggs in a
pot.
I apologize. I live at a hotel. My parents are great. I honestly get gourmet meals everyday. Fanta always makes fun of
me, because they treat me so well. So don't think the scrambled eggs are a reflection of their cooking; it's just not a
common dish.
Anyway, here are some new pictures. Enjoy!
| This is the "American Store" |
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| this is Nicholos. He was asked to take us around town with his friend last Friday. He's at the Univ. |
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Background: On the way to the airport the conversation between my father and I went something like this:
Dad: Did you fill out those financial forms for graduate school?
Me: Ah well no not all of them.
Dad: Did you leave us your contact information for when you're in Sweden?
Me: Yeah ah no. I'll email that to you.
Dad: Did you buy a voltage adapter?
Me: A voltage a what? . . .Is that something I'll need?
and so on and so on. . .
So now seven days later, across the world, my labtop is completely worthless (having no voltage adapter). Need I state
to the world that my mother forced me to pack my labtop with my carry on luggage, causing major back spasms and a bag that
has now begun to split across the seams.
Mom I hope you feel guilty. I hesistate to say I told you so, but I shall, if nothing more than to reiterate what is
already known: if you had bought me that Apple Notebook (a much smaller labtop) for a mere $3,000 more we wouldn't be
talking about this unfortunate incident and the backpack that is no more.
| The Church behind us is the biggest in Scadinavia |
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| Carolina Rediviva (the library) |
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So I go to this library because it's supposed to be this historical landmark. I walk in the door and clearly I appear
to be from another country, because everyone else is checking their coats and bags while I refuse to do so. I mean who
goes to a library and doesn't bring their bag? What if you want to study, or heaven forbid, read?
"klajdfkajsld aklfjakjd alkdfjalksdfja," some man says to me.
"Engleska," I reply.
"You have to check your bag and your coat Miss."
Apparently the building houses valuable books that they don't want stolen. This seems like extensive effort to see a
library. The man behind the desk, sensing my personal dilema,simply said, "there's nothing here to see anyway."
And with that, I turned and walked out. It was a riviting experience, one that I so desperately wanted to share with
you. So much for my historical sight-seeing. I did manage this picture though. nice huh?
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