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Huge Bag of Gourmet Cheese

Glad Sankta Lucias dag, allihopa! Things are going very well in Emma's life these days. I am devoting myself to writing today on a rare day off where I have not many other tasks that need completing... So hopefully I will be able to get a few more narrative posts scheduled for you all. I'd… Continue reading Huge Bag of Gourmet Cheese

Posts With Off Site Links, Scandinavia, Uncategorized

Saucy Swede

Before school starts again this week... pending a gnarly snow storm that is headed our way... I thought I'd tell you about how my sister and her husband came to visit me! Woo! They were here for a week, and just left this Tuesday - just in time to have caught a stomach virus from… Continue reading Saucy Swede

Best Friends, books, Fiction, memoir, memories, Movies / TV / Netflix, nostalgia, Posts With Off Site Links, svea, teenage years, Uncategorized, youth

Merry Christmas Karl-Bertil

Ever wonder about who or what may have influenced your point of view/ideologies without you realizing it? Ever come across a piece of music or a video clip as an adult that you used to listen to/watch as a child - the themes likely going over your head at the time, but now, as an… Continue reading Merry Christmas Karl-Bertil

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From our ancestors come our names…

Karl Olov Englund was a large man with a full beard who worked in an iron factory during the week and was a Lutheran priest on the weekend. Olov was married to a lady named Emma Augusta and they had ten children, five of these children emigrated to the USA - one of which, Helga,… Continue reading From our ancestors come our names…

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“Where’s Waldo?” Or, Emma has a lot of… Thingamajigs

I am pretty sure when I moved to Wisconsin on January 1st, I promised I'd show you - my faithful readers - around my house. I keep putting it off because my house is in general too much of a mess... But it is in decent shape currently... sooo... About time I'd say. Only took… Continue reading “Where’s Waldo?” Or, Emma has a lot of… Thingamajigs

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Omnilinguism Goals

A year and a half ago I submitted my answers for our St John Cadets end of year yearbook - the "fun" question that year was what superpower I'd want to have... I answered I'd want to be Omnilinguistic - otherwise the power to know all languages. One of my teen boys decided he liked… Continue reading Omnilinguism Goals

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Rape Culture, or Why We’re Afraid of “Nice Guys”

I am reblogging this after all this time because I finally found the original article I mentioned regarding the Swedish “Nice Guy” complaining that in a particular woman’s eyes he was a potential rapist… I’d also like to note in my original post I misremembered his point and that he agrees it is a shame that we live in a patriarchal society that causes this Rape culture and the fear we women feel in places like the train station… Article is in Swedish, but if you have the desire to Google translate it – here it is: http://www.aftonbladet.se/nyheter/article22549602.ab

Nevertheless...

You who have been following me for a while will know I rarely make comment on current events in the media. I rarely write posts related to issues that are happening in the political or religious platforms – or anything that people would want to debate…

But there is a particular issue in the media currently that I feel maybe a blog like mine should at least comment on, if not relate a post to.

For new readers, I will catch you up on why the forthcoming post might be related to “a blog like mine” : I have been subject to abuse by a couple of men. I have had a boyfriend in the past that abused me in various ways, including sexually. I have had a ‘lover’ (for lack of a better word) that was threatening and domineering. I have also, a few times, written about other incidents…

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En Svensk Tiger

Today I made a trip back to Main Street  - because it was TATTOO DAY! Woo! I finally got the tattoo I have been planning for several months and had booked the appointment as of two months ago. Big couple of days I guess, because I also bit the bullet and dyed all of my… Continue reading En Svensk Tiger

Best Friends, Best of, Maja, memories, Uncategorized

Reblogging Emma: Word F**kery

Post #2 for my recycling of my content series. This one is from June 2015... It contains some additional content. I don’t know if it’s the insomnia I’ve had over the past few days, or simply the fact that I’ve been looking at and listening to other languages a lot this weekend. I have been… Continue reading Reblogging Emma: Word F**kery

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My Style

The other day I saw a blog post where the blogger showed off her apartment decorating style... (see her post here) I thought her stuff was pretty awesome and realized how much I enjoy checking out people's decor.... So I thought I would take some pictures myself and share some of my fave things around… Continue reading My Style

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Pippi o Bamse; Teaching my Children Swedish

Ok, it's time to get serious. I have always said I would teach my children Swedish from a young age. At least passable elementary Swedish and then when they get older they would hopefully decide to continue their studies in it. I have not taken it very seriously - by that I mean I have… Continue reading Pippi o Bamse; Teaching my Children Swedish

Best Friends, Maja, svea

Word F***ery

I don’t know if it’s the insomnia i've had over the past few days, or simply the fact that I’ve been looking at and listening to other languages a lot this weekend. I have been listening to my Swedish music and reading a book in Swedish… and I also decided to start learning Estonian, so… Continue reading Word F***ery

Best Friends, memories, svea

Svea Memory #1

**Back on topic for my BFF Memory posts 🙂 ** In 1998, Ethiopia and Eritrea went to war. Many of the diplomat kids and families were  shuttled out of the country within the year - with only essential personnel remaining behind. This meant that my dad stayed behind as me, my sisters, and my mum… Continue reading Svea Memory #1