<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5891222479298338108</id><updated>2011-10-27T04:45:22.575+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Norsk Adventures</title><subtitle type='html'>Lindsey's Road Less Taken</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://norwenglishlindsey.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5891222479298338108/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://norwenglishlindsey.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Lindsey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14567946459766420125</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>35</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5891222479298338108.post-7657265292482215934</id><published>2010-04-26T15:21:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2010-04-26T16:25:12.214+02:00</updated><title type='text'>One of the final updates!</title><content type='html'>It's been a long time, I know.  I just wanted to get on here and tell everyone that I'm almost done with my Masters!  The thesis is due this week, I fly back to Norway on May 31st, present and defend my thesis on June 4th, and then I'm DONE!  Hallelujah!  A little over a month and this thing is over with.  :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5891222479298338108-7657265292482215934?l=norwenglishlindsey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://norwenglishlindsey.blogspot.com/feeds/7657265292482215934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5891222479298338108&amp;postID=7657265292482215934' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5891222479298338108/posts/default/7657265292482215934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5891222479298338108/posts/default/7657265292482215934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://norwenglishlindsey.blogspot.com/2010/04/one-of-final-updates.html' title='One of the final updates!'/><author><name>Lindsey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14567946459766420125</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5891222479298338108.post-6846030179362895313</id><published>2009-12-14T16:24:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-12-14T16:49:28.103+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Velkommen Hjem og Ha Det Bra!  (Welcome Home and Good bye!)</title><content type='html'>Well, this adventure is coming to a close and new ones, I'm sure, will take it's place.  I am headed back to the USA in 2 days for good....well, you know me, probably not for good, but to live some more at least.  :)  I decided recently that I will be going home to finish up on my thesis.  I will only have the writing to do and I will be able to do that from home and save tons of money in the process.  Norway ain't cheap to live in.  It's bittersweet to leave this beautiful country and the friends I have made.  The branch of the church that I go to is exceptional, the people there are some of the finest I've ever met and they will always have a place in my heart.  I spoke again in church yesterday, in Norwegian, and this time went much better than the last.  It was definitely a little more nerve-wracking than the typical talk in English, but this time I knew what I was saying when I was reciting my pre-written translated-from-English talk.  I have become almost somewhat on the verge of being conversational in Norwegian and I am happy I at least am that....just in time to not use it probably ever again.  :)  Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This past weekend I have had A LOT of Norwegian food.  Christmas party at church, Julebord (a sort of Christmas dinner) on Saturday, and Norwegian Christmas cookies and dinner yesterday.  I have been Norwegianized now.  They eat TONS of meat at Christmastime, it's kind of overwhelming to a little girl like me that doesn't eat much meat.  It was all pretty good, though, no complaints here.  I also had this traditional drink called Gløgg (pronounced "glug")....it was....interesting.  To me it tasted like hot flat coke...but everyone else seemed to like it.  Picky Lindsey shines through once more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One more funny thing before I end this fiasco.  I read the Book of Mormon in Norsk every day (out loud) and I laugh every time I say one particular word.  It is the word for "judged."  The word is "dømt."  It is pronounced "dumped"....even as I type it, it makes me chuckle.  I was kinda sad because before I knew the language a little, everything sounded so funny, and now it sounds normal.  It's nice to still be able to laugh at things.  Here's another one that I thought I heard the Branch President say a couple weeks ago....something like "skue oss over".....it kinda sounds like "skrew us over."  Now that one made me almost laugh out loud in the middle of church.  It really means something like "look us over."  :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will miss it here, but I am excited to come home and have Christmas with the family and see what is next on the docket.  I am incredibly grateful for having come here and having learned so much, not so much in school, but about everything else....life, people, and God's plans for us all.  I wouldn't trade this time for anything....even if I was bored most of the time.  :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5891222479298338108-6846030179362895313?l=norwenglishlindsey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://norwenglishlindsey.blogspot.com/feeds/6846030179362895313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5891222479298338108&amp;postID=6846030179362895313' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5891222479298338108/posts/default/6846030179362895313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5891222479298338108/posts/default/6846030179362895313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://norwenglishlindsey.blogspot.com/2009/12/velkommen-hjem-og-ha-det-bra-welcome.html' title='Velkommen Hjem og Ha Det Bra!  (Welcome Home and Good bye!)'/><author><name>Lindsey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14567946459766420125</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5891222479298338108.post-5409789415258181260</id><published>2009-11-19T11:04:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-11-19T11:15:56.351+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Evidence</title><content type='html'>Last Saturday all the international students got to go to some museums in a town about an hour away and one of them was a forestry museum.  In said museum, there are a lot of exhibits telling of the history of logging in Norway.  It's a pretty big industry here and so basically they like anything that brings them any sort of recognition and money...and like to make little museums out of it.  Which is normal, I guess, there are some pretty weird museums in the states too.  Anyways, they were telling us how in the old days the men would go out all day and be in the forests doing the logging thing while the women were at home tending to everything else....just like normal for old days anywhere.  They were saying that the women didn't do much in the forest, but if you look back you may see "some evidence of women in the forest."  That makes sense, yes, but in my head I was picturing all kinds of limbs all over the forest...like some kind of crime scene.  Evidences like a hand here and a leg thrown over there under a log....you get the drift.  It made me chuckle a little as I leaned over to the guy next to me and commented on this, he was laughing as well.  I guess I wasn't the only one that thought that phrase was funny.  Our tour guy was quite zany in this forest museum, he also sang some Elvis songs to our group and made a comment about the "King" of America coming to Norway (aka Elvis).  He also included random facts about why he was wearing the shirt he had put on that day and he would throw himself onto the floor in an attempt to literally show us how some of the logging maneuvers were done and to illustrate a story of one of his ice-fishing friends.  He was a nut.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5891222479298338108-5409789415258181260?l=norwenglishlindsey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://norwenglishlindsey.blogspot.com/feeds/5409789415258181260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5891222479298338108&amp;postID=5409789415258181260' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5891222479298338108/posts/default/5409789415258181260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5891222479298338108/posts/default/5409789415258181260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://norwenglishlindsey.blogspot.com/2009/11/evidence.html' title='Evidence'/><author><name>Lindsey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14567946459766420125</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5891222479298338108.post-4921755175016353996</id><published>2009-11-01T19:55:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2009-11-01T20:08:13.511+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Today</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gGEeTZ8v0pM/Su3abX26QpI/AAAAAAAAAOk/_VCY0fICPRI/s1600-h/texas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 216px; height: 255px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gGEeTZ8v0pM/Su3abX26QpI/AAAAAAAAAOk/_VCY0fICPRI/s320/texas.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399211692082741906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;As I came into church today, one of the older ladies said that I looked very Christmasy....I was wearing a red sweater and a black and red skirt.  I then said to her "nah, it's just red."  Normal thing to say, right??  Well, later on one of the missionaries (who is American) started teasing me that I sounded "Texan" when I said the word "red."  Apparently I put a little bit of Texas drawl on it.  He also told me that he wanted to squeeze my cheeks because of the accent.  Oh my.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5891222479298338108-4921755175016353996?l=norwenglishlindsey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://norwenglishlindsey.blogspot.com/feeds/4921755175016353996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5891222479298338108&amp;postID=4921755175016353996' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5891222479298338108/posts/default/4921755175016353996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5891222479298338108/posts/default/4921755175016353996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://norwenglishlindsey.blogspot.com/2009/11/today.html' title='Today'/><author><name>Lindsey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14567946459766420125</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gGEeTZ8v0pM/Su3abX26QpI/AAAAAAAAAOk/_VCY0fICPRI/s72-c/texas.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5891222479298338108.post-2891494893305348366</id><published>2009-10-26T21:22:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-10-26T22:08:54.423+01:00</updated><title type='text'>A Molly in Babylon procrastinating homework</title><content type='html'>I have a lot of time to reflect while I'm here in Norway.  There is plenty of time to think when I'm traveling to and fro on trains, and when I have hours on end of sitting in my room not wanting to work on my thesis, but not wanting to do anything else either.  I think of the absolute immense plan of our Creator, the immense plan of God.  I just finished reading the October Ensign (a church magazine for those of you that don't know) cover to cover and I am amazed at the amount of things that Heavenly Father has His hands in.  One person is led to the missionaries in a miraculous way, the Liahona magazine is being revamped, people are helping other people come back into the fold of God, the church helping hurricane or tsunami victims, and a thousand other things that are happening around the world.  As I sit in the armpit of Norway, though, God is with me as well.  With ME, one small speck in the middle of this huge world, and Heavenly Father is always there to help.  With billions of others out there that need so much more help than me, He's still there, and always will be, even when I don't realize.  Then I think of all the people that live in "Babylon," the people that live without God, the people that surround me, and I wonder at how amazing they are as just people and why I am so lucky as to have been born into a family that believes in God and believes the Gospel of Jesus Christ.  I am ridiculously blessed and have NO room to complain about ANYTHING....although I do.  I often talk to the missionaries at church and are in awe of their goodness.  They are ambassadors for our Lord and Savior Jesus Christ and they truly live up to their potential.  My little brother is about to serve a mission for my church in Brazil and he will make an incredible missionary.  He is nothing short of "elect" and I am so proud of him.  I am proud of my whole family, they are such good people and great examples to me...and most of you know that I don't have a small family, so there are plenty of people that are there for me and whose examples I should live up to.  Through being here in Norway, I kind of take a spiritual beating, but through all of it, my testimony of the Gospel has gotten stronger and my reliance on the Lord has grown deeper.  I know that The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints IS the true church and I know that Jesus Christ died for each of us so that we can live with Him and Heavenly Father again.  I know that the Holy Ghost is REAL and He leads us through everything we're faced with.  I know that the Book of Mormon is the word of God, as well as the Bible.  How grateful I am for those books and how grateful for the fact that we are led by a prophet.  Life is more amazing than we could ever imagine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, this Molly Mormon in Babylon is excited to come home, again.  I should be headed home sometime in early February for good.  I'll be writing the remainder of my thesis from home after that and will turn it in at the end of April.  I can't believe how fast this time has gone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, these are my current reflections as I sit in my room not doing the report that I should be doing.  It's amazing the reflections that come when you procrastinate homework.  :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5891222479298338108-2891494893305348366?l=norwenglishlindsey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://norwenglishlindsey.blogspot.com/feeds/2891494893305348366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5891222479298338108&amp;postID=2891494893305348366' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5891222479298338108/posts/default/2891494893305348366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5891222479298338108/posts/default/2891494893305348366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://norwenglishlindsey.blogspot.com/2009/10/molly-in-babylon-procrastinating.html' title='A Molly in Babylon procrastinating homework'/><author><name>Lindsey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14567946459766420125</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5891222479298338108.post-4938757003051468066</id><published>2009-10-09T18:49:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2009-10-09T18:59:04.773+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Back to the Grind</title><content type='html'>Just wanted everyone to know that I'm back in Norway once again.  The long stints of time are over and I only have about 8 months left!  It's weird to think I'll have a masters degree in May.  Isn't that for old people???  I must say that I'm excited to finish so I won't have to travel 5000 miles every time I want to go home.  The time has FLOWN by, though.  I'm not exactly excited to be back this time, I ain't gonna lie.  Fun at home sure does beat a lonely night with nothing to do in Norway.  The next two semesters should be busy with thesis writing and a couple classes...so at least there won't be AS MUCH pure boredom.  We'll see!  I have determined, however, that with my boredom I will not be making cookies.  This time around Lindsey refuses to put on those few extra pounds by fine-tuning her baking skills and inhaling ALL her creations.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5891222479298338108-4938757003051468066?l=norwenglishlindsey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://norwenglishlindsey.blogspot.com/feeds/4938757003051468066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5891222479298338108&amp;postID=4938757003051468066' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5891222479298338108/posts/default/4938757003051468066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5891222479298338108/posts/default/4938757003051468066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://norwenglishlindsey.blogspot.com/2009/10/back-to-grind.html' title='Back to the Grind'/><author><name>Lindsey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14567946459766420125</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5891222479298338108.post-25581843345114764</id><published>2009-09-21T21:57:00.010+02:00</published><updated>2009-09-21T23:18:06.674+02:00</updated><title type='text'>My New Little Buddy, 6400 miles, one scratched eyeball, and President Uchtdorf</title><content type='html'>Here goes.....literally....that's what has been happening over the past  3 months, go go go.  I seem to be picking up the pace when it comes to travel over the past little while.  About 2 weeks ago I got back to Texas from a 5 week trip covering Missouri, Utah, and Oregon...by car...with just me.  A week after I flew back from Norway, after all the trips there, I was off again on several more trips.  I first went to Missouri to see my Mom and attend the infamous 10 year high school reunion, which was, for lack of a better word, kinda weird.  I came to the conclusion that the $30 entrance fee for the reunion was basically for the alcohol that everyone ELSE was consuming....so I accidentally paid for everyone to drink liquids I am against.  Ooops.  The reunion itself was low-key and overall wasn't worth going to, but I caught up with about 3 people that I was friends with growing up.  I haven't yet decided if it was worth going to, but it's all said and done now.  At least I got to go to Missouri and have my Mom take care of me and feed me for a week.  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next up.  Portland, OR, by way of Utah.  I got to stop in Utah for a few days before I headed up to Portland to see my sister.  By the time I got to Salt Lake, my left eye was swollen and drippy from the scratch on my cornea that I did to myself a few days prior when there was a piece of something on my contact when I put it in my eye.  Word to the wise....do NOT give yourself a scratch on your eyeball....they don't feel nice.  Incredible light sensitivity occurs and if you drive all day in the bright sunshine, you can bet you've got what looks to be a shiner by the time you get to your destination.  Maybe I exaggerate just a tad, but seriously, I couldn't sleep all night because of my swollen watery eye.  So, aside from my shiner, I saw my very pregnant sister-in-law, two brothers, and some more family.  I also got to go to my favorite burrito place....ooooh, and Gandolfos....oooh, and Noodles.  Oh man, Utah's got the goods.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gGEeTZ8v0pM/SrfpxN7SOLI/AAAAAAAAANU/Clmgw5JOsZs/s1600-h/DSCF2030.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gGEeTZ8v0pM/SrfpxN7SOLI/AAAAAAAAANU/Clmgw5JOsZs/s320/DSCF2030.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384028911305898162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Macaroni and cheese made to perfection.  Oh man.  MMMMMM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a few days of wearing my stupid glasses (that's what I call them because I hate wearing glasses), I went "one-eyed" and only wore one of my contacts.  That's an adventure in and of itself.  A word to the wiser than me...don't do that either.  Although faced with the alternative, I would do it again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, off to Oregon to see my sister and my cute little nephew....who is already 4!!  I got to be there for his 4th birthday party and set up his pinata and eat really good cake.  Who wouldn't want to go to a 4 year old birthday party????  They are so fun!  After the party, I basically just hung out around the house and was a bum for the week.  Good times.  My sister Jessica always has things for me to do, so I really don't get bored.  She will forever be my older sister, the boss, and the best sister you could ask for.  It was sad to leave, but I had to go back to Utah to wait for a new little nephew to be born.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rocky Charles Taylor!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gGEeTZ8v0pM/SrfsNdz_rtI/AAAAAAAAAOc/YtE3vrTW66o/s1600-h/MSP_0044s.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gGEeTZ8v0pM/SrfsNdz_rtI/AAAAAAAAAOc/YtE3vrTW66o/s320/MSP_0044s.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384031595629883090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gGEeTZ8v0pM/SrfsNCAP99I/AAAAAAAAAOU/JsUqWNhNG4U/s1600-h/Rocky+Charles+-+Week+1+%2819%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gGEeTZ8v0pM/SrfsNCAP99I/AAAAAAAAAOU/JsUqWNhNG4U/s320/Rocky+Charles+-+Week+1+%2819%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384031588165089234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gGEeTZ8v0pM/SrfsMtEUN-I/AAAAAAAAAOM/r14_3oGqnnk/s1600-h/Aunt+Lou.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 254px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gGEeTZ8v0pM/SrfsMtEUN-I/AAAAAAAAAOM/r14_3oGqnnk/s320/Aunt+Lou.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384031582545000418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My new buddy and me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While in Utah I made my very first "purbag."  I hate the term "purse" (it's too girly) and so my new "bag" was termed the purbag.  It's awesome.  I bummed around with my sister-in-law and had fun for about 10 days and then my new nephew came.  Rocky Charles Taylor was born on September 2nd late in the night and he's my new little buddy.  I am a proud aunt once again!    He was named Rocky because my family is cool, Charles because it's my dad's middle name and his initials are the same as my Dad's.  He's a "stone cold pimp" as my brother likes to refer to him as.  I wish I could have stayed longer and held him a bit more, but I had to be back in Texas for the BYU football game.  I ended the trip putting 6400 miles on my car.  Oh another word to the wiser than me....don't drive all day and all night by yourself from Utah to Texas.  You will feel a bit groggy in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gGEeTZ8v0pM/SrfrA-jgjYI/AAAAAAAAAOE/8T3L_TSLJBY/s1600-h/DSCN1156.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gGEeTZ8v0pM/SrfrA-jgjYI/AAAAAAAAAOE/8T3L_TSLJBY/s200/DSCN1156.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384030281569176962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gGEeTZ8v0pM/SrfrAQbLiDI/AAAAAAAAAN8/5kGdF2UBNNw/s1600-h/DSCN1154.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gGEeTZ8v0pM/SrfrAQbLiDI/AAAAAAAAAN8/5kGdF2UBNNw/s200/DSCN1154.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384030269186213938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gGEeTZ8v0pM/Srfq_9Hws3I/AAAAAAAAAN0/TJ_-vvomcgM/s1600-h/DSCN1153.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gGEeTZ8v0pM/Srfq_9Hws3I/AAAAAAAAAN0/TJ_-vvomcgM/s200/DSCN1153.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384030264004490098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                   The Purbag.  I am crafty now, and somewhat domestic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BYU won against OU and the game was great!  I watched it in Denton at the LDS institute building there with the singles ward.  My friend Shannon and I were determined to stand up and shout the cougar fight song when they scored...so we did....all alone.  We had overestimated the amount of BYU alumni in the room and thought some people would join in with us, but we stood up and sang alone.  A little embarrasing?? Yes....but we did it again after they won.  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next on the docket....the regional Young Single Adult conference held at my ward over this past weekend.  We hit the mormon jackpot and had President Uchtdorf come and give a fireside for us on Sunday.  The whole weekend was full of good people, fun, food, and a healthy dose of the Spirit.  There were 1700 of us in the building....which exceeded fire code and we had to get a fireman to be on duty while it lasted....and President Uchtdorf and his wife were fabulous!  We basically got a mini general conference shrunk into a little over an hour geared toward the young single adults.  The day was nothing short of phenomenal.  I even got to shake his hand.  First apostle/prophet whose hand I've gotten to shake.  :D  What a great time to be on earth when we can be led by prophets!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, that's been my last little while.  It's been full of great things all around.  In two weeks I head back to Norway for my next set of adventures.  I don't think they'll be quite as fast paced as my last little while.  It's time to actually do some school work now.  Bummer.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5891222479298338108-25581843345114764?l=norwenglishlindsey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://norwenglishlindsey.blogspot.com/feeds/25581843345114764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5891222479298338108&amp;postID=25581843345114764' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5891222479298338108/posts/default/25581843345114764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5891222479298338108/posts/default/25581843345114764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://norwenglishlindsey.blogspot.com/2009/09/my-new-little-buddy-6400-miles-one.html' title='My New Little Buddy, 6400 miles, one scratched eyeball, and President Uchtdorf'/><author><name>Lindsey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14567946459766420125</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gGEeTZ8v0pM/SrfpxN7SOLI/AAAAAAAAANU/Clmgw5JOsZs/s72-c/DSCF2030.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5891222479298338108.post-7417698254178443165</id><published>2009-08-08T05:16:00.005+02:00</published><updated>2009-08-08T06:16:40.457+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Hurtigruten and Home</title><content type='html'>I have had so much to write about that I didn't want to do it because I knew it would take too long, but seeing as how I don't have a job and my life is more on the leisurely side....well, I really have no excuse.  Here goes.  In July, before I came home to the States, I went on an ABSOLUTELY AMAZINGLY BEAUTIFUL cruise up and down the Norwegian coastline.  My aunt flew from Utah to Norway and took me on it.  So for 12 fabulous days, off the deck of a ship and various jaunts on land at the ports we stopped at, we viewed probably some of the more beautiful sites of this great big earth.  The cruise ship is a "working" ship that carries mail and supplies to a bunch of ports along the coast, therefore, we stopped every few hours and looked at different little towns.  We took excursions at some ports and were picked up at the next ports after driving on land in buses.  The pictures that follow don't do justice to the sheer beauty of what is actually there.  We also got to see the midnight sun....the sun never sets up above the Arctic Circle for about 6 weeks out of the summer, which means you can see the sun throughout the night and day.  It is quite upsetting to your internal clock because you never know really what time it is and when you should go to bed.  Anyways, here are some pictures to let you know what some parts of it looked like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gGEeTZ8v0pM/SnzypWa7YYI/AAAAAAAAAMk/hOXcMEHrhIo/s1600-h/DSCN0923.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gGEeTZ8v0pM/SnzypWa7YYI/AAAAAAAAAMk/hOXcMEHrhIo/s320/DSCN0923.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367431648125870466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;look at the HUGE sun!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gGEeTZ8v0pM/SnzyotK8fwI/AAAAAAAAAMc/alTZ-4dIdIY/s1600-h/DSCN0837.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gGEeTZ8v0pM/SnzyotK8fwI/AAAAAAAAAMc/alTZ-4dIdIY/s320/DSCN0837.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367431637052980994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gGEeTZ8v0pM/SnzyoZNZPeI/AAAAAAAAAMU/3_nJC6kEeTM/s1600-h/DSCN0835.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gGEeTZ8v0pM/SnzyoZNZPeI/AAAAAAAAAMU/3_nJC6kEeTM/s320/DSCN0835.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367431631694544354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gGEeTZ8v0pM/SnzynjPZWqI/AAAAAAAAAMM/rslicReLPuw/s1600-h/DSCN0829.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gGEeTZ8v0pM/SnzynjPZWqI/AAAAAAAAAMM/rslicReLPuw/s320/DSCN0829.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367431617207425698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gGEeTZ8v0pM/SnzynTxQutI/AAAAAAAAAME/xaXLKaD0xK0/s1600-h/DSCN0795.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gGEeTZ8v0pM/SnzynTxQutI/AAAAAAAAAME/xaXLKaD0xK0/s320/DSCN0795.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367431613054499538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gGEeTZ8v0pM/Snz4ghvdH9I/AAAAAAAAANM/GzyoqqOAMps/s1600-h/DSCN1132.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gGEeTZ8v0pM/Snz4ghvdH9I/AAAAAAAAANM/GzyoqqOAMps/s320/DSCN1132.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367438093615701970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The Atlantic Road&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gGEeTZ8v0pM/Snz4gAU0SOI/AAAAAAAAANE/_aONYyqKdxY/s1600-h/DSCN1073.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gGEeTZ8v0pM/Snz4gAU0SOI/AAAAAAAAANE/_aONYyqKdxY/s320/DSCN1073.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367438084645603554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gGEeTZ8v0pM/Snz4fahv1GI/AAAAAAAAAM8/Rov9X-2s-WM/s1600-h/DSCN1021.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gGEeTZ8v0pM/Snz4fahv1GI/AAAAAAAAAM8/Rov9X-2s-WM/s320/DSCN1021.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367438074499290210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gGEeTZ8v0pM/Snz4excSh8I/AAAAAAAAAM0/PYa0i3R19sQ/s1600-h/DSCN0980.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gGEeTZ8v0pM/Snz4excSh8I/AAAAAAAAAM0/PYa0i3R19sQ/s320/DSCN0980.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367438063470544834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Midnight Sun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gGEeTZ8v0pM/Snz4eZ5Yw1I/AAAAAAAAAMs/rPdkzaWdy7Q/s1600-h/DSCN0955.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gGEeTZ8v0pM/Snz4eZ5Yw1I/AAAAAAAAAMs/rPdkzaWdy7Q/s320/DSCN0955.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367438057150137170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cod drying on racks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are a ton more pictures, but I just don't want to take the time out of my busy schedule...ha ha...to put them in.  Computers aren't my favorite things to sit in front of for hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About a week after the cruise I flew home to Texas and then a week after that drove to my Mom's in Missouri.  Next week is the long drive up to Oregon to see my sister...and then to Utah to see my brother and sister-in-law and the soon-to-be new nephew.  :)  Rocky will be his name!  I am quite nomadic these days.  Maybe I'll show up on your doorstep, maybe I won't.  All I need is an invite and a few bucks to fill up the gas tank.....well, fill it up over and over and over.  I am very happy to be back home in the States.  Norway might be nice, but there's no place like home.  I'm a true blue American through and through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for an update on school and such.  My next class isn't until October, so I won't be going back to Norway until then.  I will be officially finished at the end of April....after the thesis is all done....eeeeek.  Then it's home for good....as far as I can tell.  My life changes quickly and I'm always ready for another adventure.  I hope everyone is doing great and even if you're not doing great, just stay positive.  There's always a plus side.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5891222479298338108-7417698254178443165?l=norwenglishlindsey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://norwenglishlindsey.blogspot.com/feeds/7417698254178443165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5891222479298338108&amp;postID=7417698254178443165' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5891222479298338108/posts/default/7417698254178443165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5891222479298338108/posts/default/7417698254178443165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://norwenglishlindsey.blogspot.com/2009/08/hurtigruten-and-home.html' title='Hurtigruten and Home'/><author><name>Lindsey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14567946459766420125</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gGEeTZ8v0pM/SnzypWa7YYI/AAAAAAAAAMk/hOXcMEHrhIo/s72-c/DSCN0923.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5891222479298338108.post-6236775153240390975</id><published>2009-06-15T21:58:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2009-06-15T22:06:56.958+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Glass Door</title><content type='html'>Yesterday I went to stake conference in Oslo via train and subway.  I got to Oslo on the train and was doing just fine and then I had to switch to the subway for the rest of the journey.  After I read on one of the electronic boards as to where the trains go, I turned to go down the big corridor and SMACK!!!!  I ran right into a sliding glass door.  I turned and immediately started laughing, especially when I realized there was some guy watching as I did my little stunt.  How embarrassing.  I mean, you always hear about people doing this and see it on funny shows, but when you actually see it, or do it yourself, you feel the full stupidity rush at you like a ton o' bricks.  So classic!!!  I wish you all could've seen me.  Then, as I was sitting on the subway I kept having little bursts of laughter whenever I thought of my incident, which I am sure the other passengers enjoyed.  I've been having some shiny moments lately, this is just one.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5891222479298338108-6236775153240390975?l=norwenglishlindsey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://norwenglishlindsey.blogspot.com/feeds/6236775153240390975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5891222479298338108&amp;postID=6236775153240390975' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5891222479298338108/posts/default/6236775153240390975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5891222479298338108/posts/default/6236775153240390975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://norwenglishlindsey.blogspot.com/2009/06/glass-door.html' title='Glass Door'/><author><name>Lindsey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14567946459766420125</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5891222479298338108.post-4718997233948076148</id><published>2009-06-15T21:08:00.008+02:00</published><updated>2009-12-21T15:26:50.094+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Hail to the Queen</title><content type='html'>This post is being written in June, but to be posted later.  I'll explain.....So, I wanted to go to London and so I did....unbeknownst to most of my family and friends.  For some reason, I like to keep things secrets, and that happens to be one thing I'm really good at (thanks Dad), so this was a secret.  I didn't want to hear about how much I can't afford to go and I didn't want to tell the same thing over and over....ergo, I didn't tell a bunch of people.  that's why you are reading this post a little bit (a lot) later than the trip happened.  Another reason for secrecy is because I wanted to get my step-mom a present from London for Christmas and surprise her with it.  She served a church mission there and so I thought it would be nice for her to have something from there.  Dual purpose secrecy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, London was great!!  I was able to fine tune my British accents, which is something that is near and dear to my heart....as many know.  I got to see lots of sights and I took a few pictures to note the occasion.  The first two days were spent at the temple and the next 4 were spent in central London among all the mayhem.  London is a BUSY place.  My personal opinion is that it is a mix between DC and New York City.  Basically it's just another really big city, only very very old...with buildings dating back to the 1300s or something.  I went to the Shakespeare Globe theatre and saw an authentic style Shakespeare play, which was actually the highlight of the trip.  It was FABULOUS.  We also went to see Wicked, which was also great.  All we did for 4-5 days straight was walk and walk and walk.  Oh, forgot to mention that I went with my Norwegian friend from church and stayed at her friend's place in London.  Overall, it was a pretty cheap trip, so I don't want to hear anything about how I'm a student and can't afford such things.  Who goes to Europe and doesn't travel a little???  Also, I had a goal of going to England at least when I'm here, so I fulfilled my goal.  Unfortunately now that I have gone to England, now I want to go to lots of other places.  Anyways, here are some pics, only my favorites are included.  :)  Ask to see more.  My personal favorite pictures are the ones of the signs.  Classic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gGEeTZ8v0pM/SjahvR8ddBI/AAAAAAAAAL8/-CJrxGHiSPs/s1600-h/DSCN0555.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gGEeTZ8v0pM/SjahvR8ddBI/AAAAAAAAAL8/-CJrxGHiSPs/s320/DSCN0555.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347639441191957522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gGEeTZ8v0pM/SjahvMcaN8I/AAAAAAAAAL0/8KdtKwpz2bw/s1600-h/DSCN0568.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gGEeTZ8v0pM/SjahvMcaN8I/AAAAAAAAAL0/8KdtKwpz2bw/s320/DSCN0568.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347639439715350466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gGEeTZ8v0pM/Sjahu62-77I/AAAAAAAAALs/s5XoWEt7aD8/s1600-h/DSCN0561.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gGEeTZ8v0pM/Sjahu62-77I/AAAAAAAAALs/s5XoWEt7aD8/s320/DSCN0561.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347639434994970546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gGEeTZ8v0pM/SjahuvIlZ5I/AAAAAAAAALk/PwonaQOacjg/s1600-h/DSCN0548.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gGEeTZ8v0pM/SjahuvIlZ5I/AAAAAAAAALk/PwonaQOacjg/s320/DSCN0548.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347639431847569298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gGEeTZ8v0pM/SjahuMYak_I/AAAAAAAAALc/WWtGtTwTBak/s1600-h/DSCN0542.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gGEeTZ8v0pM/SjahuMYak_I/AAAAAAAAALc/WWtGtTwTBak/s320/DSCN0542.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347639422518727666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I hope you enjoyed this, I certainly did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We also figured out the London bus system....which is NO SMALL FEAT.  We took the bus everywhere.....as did everyone else.  I want to go again so I can see more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It just so happens that President Uchtdorf and Elder Anderson (and some other general authorities) were there for the UK and Ireland regional conference, so I got to hear them while I was there.  Pretty sweet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a lucky duck.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5891222479298338108-4718997233948076148?l=norwenglishlindsey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://norwenglishlindsey.blogspot.com/feeds/4718997233948076148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5891222479298338108&amp;postID=4718997233948076148' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5891222479298338108/posts/default/4718997233948076148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5891222479298338108/posts/default/4718997233948076148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://norwenglishlindsey.blogspot.com/2009/06/hail-to-queen.html' title='Hail to the Queen'/><author><name>Lindsey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14567946459766420125</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gGEeTZ8v0pM/SjahvR8ddBI/AAAAAAAAAL8/-CJrxGHiSPs/s72-c/DSCN0555.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5891222479298338108.post-3605442465091466741</id><published>2009-05-26T10:51:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2009-05-26T11:09:10.296+02:00</updated><title type='text'>My mom would be so proud!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gGEeTZ8v0pM/ShuxY_QGgGI/AAAAAAAAALU/2JWFIYSAiH4/s1600-h/DSCN0331.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gGEeTZ8v0pM/ShuxY_QGgGI/AAAAAAAAALU/2JWFIYSAiH4/s320/DSCN0331.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340056826031800418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This post is dedicated to my MOM because she always wants me to try new foods.  I would like to tell her that I ate MOOSE.  Yes, her favorite collectible.  She has moose everywhere around her house, from on pillows, figurines, to a singing christmas moose head.  She loves her mooses.  Well, last week I went to Sweden with school and walked and walked and walked around the woods counting piles of moose poop for a study on the population of moose in the area.  On my second night there, we had moose for dinner....and it was GOOD!!!  I didn't know it was moose until after I ate it, I thought it was just a special meatloaf we were eating, but after I found  out it was moose, I went back for seconds because it was so yummy.  Moose is eaten tons more here than in the States, by the way, but I hadn't had it before then....oh but maybe I had.  Another time I was in Sweden with school we ate moose sausage...it wasn't as tasty, but everyone else liked it.  Anyways, that is my adventure with counting moose droppings and eating moose (not eating their droppings....sick!)  OH...one other thing.  We had a little tutorial before we went out to count the piles to teach us how to tell the difference between fresh and old piles....and also what other animal droppings looked like.  The place we were staying is a youth hostel in the middle of the woods and we were learning what all these droppings looked like.  We had samples of them on the dining tables in the hostel.  Yes, there was poop spread all over the tables...where we eat (it was dry and old).  I feel sorry for the other occupants who noticed this.  :)  We wiped off the tables quite good before eating, don't worry.  I told one of my friends that one subject that is talked about quite often in my program is moose poop and he laughed maybe thinking I was kidding....well, I wasn't kidding.  :)  It's true.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5891222479298338108-3605442465091466741?l=norwenglishlindsey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://norwenglishlindsey.blogspot.com/feeds/3605442465091466741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5891222479298338108&amp;postID=3605442465091466741' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5891222479298338108/posts/default/3605442465091466741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5891222479298338108/posts/default/3605442465091466741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://norwenglishlindsey.blogspot.com/2009/05/my-mom-would-be-so-proud.html' title='My mom would be so proud!'/><author><name>Lindsey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14567946459766420125</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gGEeTZ8v0pM/ShuxY_QGgGI/AAAAAAAAALU/2JWFIYSAiH4/s72-c/DSCN0331.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5891222479298338108.post-3541547094992178783</id><published>2009-05-18T21:10:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2009-05-18T21:21:43.703+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Did you say "paste"?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gGEeTZ8v0pM/ShG0gDTu_zI/AAAAAAAAALM/Sztfwc-yEAw/s1600-h/1893262.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 207px; height: 207px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gGEeTZ8v0pM/ShG0gDTu_zI/AAAAAAAAALM/Sztfwc-yEAw/s320/1893262.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337245496147640114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hereby have a new favorite thing that a friend accidentally said.  We were walking along and we had to hurry a little bit and he said "we have to pick up the paste".  I asked if he really said paste instead of pace because I thought I heard wrong...but no, he said paste.  HA HA HA HA.  All I could think of was picking up a new bottle of Elmers.  :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5891222479298338108-3541547094992178783?l=norwenglishlindsey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://norwenglishlindsey.blogspot.com/feeds/3541547094992178783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5891222479298338108&amp;postID=3541547094992178783' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5891222479298338108/posts/default/3541547094992178783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5891222479298338108/posts/default/3541547094992178783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://norwenglishlindsey.blogspot.com/2009/05/did-you-say-paste.html' title='Did you say &quot;paste&quot;?'/><author><name>Lindsey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14567946459766420125</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gGEeTZ8v0pM/ShG0gDTu_zI/AAAAAAAAALM/Sztfwc-yEAw/s72-c/1893262.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5891222479298338108.post-6328457232343793</id><published>2009-05-12T21:20:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2009-05-18T21:23:03.999+02:00</updated><title type='text'>A Dedication to the Bathroom and a Bucket Update</title><content type='html'>I keep forgetting to mention a little piece of bliss that I enjoy most weekends.  When I go to peoples' houses on the weekend there is one thing that makes me a very happy girl when I get up in the morning.  Many of the houses here have heated bathroom floors.  What joy I feel when I step off of the cold unwelcoming floor with my chilly toes onto a nice toasty one in the bathroom!  An unlikely place, you might say??  Oh no, not in Norway!  When I "grow up" I want a heated bathroom floor too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aside from the amazing warm bathroom floors, I have an update on the bucket situation previously written about.  I stayed at the house that doesn't have an indoor toilet and they, INDEED, had a bucket for inside use.  :D  They mainly prepare the bucket for night-time use so you don't have to wander outside in the middle of the night to the outhouse and fall, perhaps breaking bones, peeing your pants, or getting eaten by the moose.  :)  Gotta love it.  I, however, could not bring myself to use the bucket.  I am ok with outhouses and the woods, but I just couldn't do the bucket for some reason....call me a city-girl, call me a wuss, or whatever you want, but the bucket was an impossibility.  I held it all the way to church in the morning so I could use a toilet. (to clarify....I did not hold the bucket....I waited to pee until I got to church)  :) Oh man, I could never make it in the old days.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5891222479298338108-6328457232343793?l=norwenglishlindsey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://norwenglishlindsey.blogspot.com/feeds/6328457232343793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5891222479298338108&amp;postID=6328457232343793' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5891222479298338108/posts/default/6328457232343793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5891222479298338108/posts/default/6328457232343793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://norwenglishlindsey.blogspot.com/2009/05/dedication-to-bathroom-floor.html' title='A Dedication to the Bathroom and a Bucket Update'/><author><name>Lindsey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14567946459766420125</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5891222479298338108.post-5625757600451833065</id><published>2009-04-24T21:57:00.011+02:00</published><updated>2009-04-24T22:35:12.949+02:00</updated><title type='text'>A Mix of Stuff</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gGEeTZ8v0pM/SfIhOCr8q0I/AAAAAAAAALE/WbaOtwz9VkE/s1600-h/DSCN0469.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gGEeTZ8v0pM/SfIhOCr8q0I/AAAAAAAAALE/WbaOtwz9VkE/s320/DSCN0469.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328357834255805250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got to spend a couple days at the Stockholm Temple after Easter.  My eye decided it was going to be red for a few days, so I had to wear my stupid glasses.  I hate glasses, but I love the temple!  It was fabulous.  I went to 4 sessions....1 Swedish, 2 Norwegian, and 1 Russian.  I must admit, though, that massive amounts of jetlag combined with temple sessions does not make for a very alert Lindsey...I fell asleep...a few times...at least.  Since the temple is far away for most people in Scandinavia, there is a temple guesthouse you stay at for a week or two at a time instead of just going to the temple for a couple hours every once in a while like we do in the states.  Here you do all you can in those couple days/week/weeks and then you don't come back for a long time because of the distance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gGEeTZ8v0pM/SfIa6ZUxUWI/AAAAAAAAAKY/JYDtEgHkU5c/s1600-h/DSCN0467.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gGEeTZ8v0pM/SfIa6ZUxUWI/AAAAAAAAAKY/JYDtEgHkU5c/s320/DSCN0467.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328350899665457506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gGEeTZ8v0pM/SfIa67Cc_NI/AAAAAAAAAKg/tD1kc_xjIIk/s1600-h/DSCN0468.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gGEeTZ8v0pM/SfIa67Cc_NI/AAAAAAAAAKg/tD1kc_xjIIk/s320/DSCN0468.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328350908715433170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got back to Evenstad a few days after the temple trip and all the snow was gone.  When I left 10 days before that, it was quite in tact....but now it's just mud and brown everywhere.  I can't wait for it to be green again.  It's getting warmer and I haven't had to wear my coat any lately and it looks like I won't have to until Fall.  YES!  I'm ready to wear my flip flops again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gGEeTZ8v0pM/SfIdI8XC-oI/AAAAAAAAAKs/aR1eQsfPaAs/s1600-h/IMG_1902.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gGEeTZ8v0pM/SfIdI8XC-oI/AAAAAAAAAKs/aR1eQsfPaAs/s320/IMG_1902.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328353348611668610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the pick from before when I was talking about capturing and marking the red deer.  This picture is classic!  It looks like I'm a pretty hardcore "capturer," but if you knew the whole story, you'd know that really I'm just a hardcore flashlight holder.  It's a very high tech and important job to hold a flashlight, you know.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gGEeTZ8v0pM/SfIfK7ENCRI/AAAAAAAAAK0/dFzx90rui-s/s1600-h/PIC_0070.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gGEeTZ8v0pM/SfIfK7ENCRI/AAAAAAAAAK0/dFzx90rui-s/s320/PIC_0070.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328355581647194386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next picture will go down as another thing that Scandinavia has and the US doesn't, and I think it should stay that way.  You tell me why they wanted to call a snack food "Funkies."  I found this little delight in a grocery store in Sweden under the gluten-free section....that's probably why it was called that....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One more picture...I get to say that I have spent time in The Netherlands (Holland)...even if it was only 11 hours and was spent asleep in the Amsterdam airport.  That still counts, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gGEeTZ8v0pM/SfIgYy8ZHvI/AAAAAAAAAK8/Cw_R0Kf6tEo/s1600-h/PIC_0073.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gGEeTZ8v0pM/SfIgYy8ZHvI/AAAAAAAAAK8/Cw_R0Kf6tEo/s320/PIC_0073.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328356919496744690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to start writing my thesis soon.  I don't feel like a grown-up who is supposed to write such things...how did I get so old???&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5891222479298338108-5625757600451833065?l=norwenglishlindsey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://norwenglishlindsey.blogspot.com/feeds/5625757600451833065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5891222479298338108&amp;postID=5625757600451833065' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5891222479298338108/posts/default/5625757600451833065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5891222479298338108/posts/default/5625757600451833065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://norwenglishlindsey.blogspot.com/2009/04/mix-of-stuff.html' title='A Mix of Stuff'/><author><name>Lindsey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14567946459766420125</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gGEeTZ8v0pM/SfIhOCr8q0I/AAAAAAAAALE/WbaOtwz9VkE/s72-c/DSCN0469.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5891222479298338108.post-7611456936429920466</id><published>2009-04-16T02:35:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2009-04-16T03:05:04.753+02:00</updated><title type='text'>The Best Whirlwind EVER</title><content type='html'>Last week I was sitting in my room, bored, as usual, wondering how much I can't afford to come home for spring break and Easter....the next thing I know, I'm getting out my credit card and leaving on a plane to Texas the next day for a surprise trip home.  This trip was not strictly for fun, it had practical purposes, but really it was just for me to get out of boredom and into some much needed happiness and fun with friends and family.  I decided not to tell anyone I was coming, except for my friend Shannon who would be picking me up from the airport and taking me home. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my reasoning behind this trip:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pros:  a friend's birthday on Thursday at the Cheesecake Factory (oh yeah)&lt;br /&gt;           a friend's wedding on Friday&lt;br /&gt;           surprises (which I absolutely LOVE to do)&lt;br /&gt;          Easter Sunday with my family (which is where it should be)&lt;br /&gt;          take care of student loan business&lt;br /&gt;          renew driver's license&lt;br /&gt;          fun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cons:  money&lt;br /&gt;            be by myself for a week in the middle of nowhere while everyone else is off galavanting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, wouldn't you make the same choice????  I even called some of my Norwegian friends before I bought the ticket to try and get them to talk me out of it, but they weren't there, so I gave into a little temptation and started packing.  OH YEAH.  It turned out to be such a good trip and so much fun surprising everyone.  I did everything on my list and even got to do extra things I wasn't planning on that added to the justification of buying the ticket.  I also rejuvenated myself by getting to go to the temple and having church in English.  Oh how I miss that!!  I had no idea that I was drained so much until I left Norway and stepped foot off the plane in Texas and felt happiness flow back into me as I saw my friends and family.  It's amazing how much we can deceive ourselves sometimes.  I'm not saying that I don't love Norway, I do, I'm just saying that I get a little drained by not being around anyone of my faith during the week and not being able to go to the temple.  This is my grand once in a lifetime adventure, though, so I don't have any right to complain!  I have been revived, as well as severely jetlagged.  I am posting this at almost 3 am Norway time.  You should feel sorry for me....HA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I got to do:  hid in the bathroom of the Cheesable Factory to surprise Pammy Wammy as her unbelievably fantastic birthday present, surprised Sharon at her wedding, surprised my family by walking in the door unannounced, play Rockband...twice, went go-carting, ate at Fuddruckers...mmmm, have Easter with my family and get an Easter basket :), stocked up on some American food to take back with me, ate burritos...mmm, ate bagels...mmm, slept in my comfy bed, drove my CAR....WOOHOO!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am one lucky kid.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5891222479298338108-7611456936429920466?l=norwenglishlindsey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://norwenglishlindsey.blogspot.com/feeds/7611456936429920466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5891222479298338108&amp;postID=7611456936429920466' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5891222479298338108/posts/default/7611456936429920466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5891222479298338108/posts/default/7611456936429920466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://norwenglishlindsey.blogspot.com/2009/04/best-whirlwind-ever.html' title='The Best Whirlwind EVER'/><author><name>Lindsey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14567946459766420125</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5891222479298338108.post-3511454234227079639</id><published>2009-03-27T21:52:00.006+01:00</published><updated>2009-03-27T22:28:00.961+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Field Trips</title><content type='html'>A couple of weeks ago, my class went on an overnight field trip to Sweden to track a wolf pack.  We tracked the pack where they had been about 4 days before to see if there were any fresh bed sites or carcasses of animals they had eaten.  The trip was so fun and we found 2 moose carcasses, a jawbone from a beaver, and several bed sites where the wolves had slept.  We were on skis and snowshoes the whole time and this is what I looked like 17 times during the trip....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gGEeTZ8v0pM/Sc095rO0zaI/AAAAAAAAAJM/h6Zwa25H6bA/s1600-h/IMG_8713x.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gGEeTZ8v0pM/Sc095rO0zaI/AAAAAAAAAJM/h6Zwa25H6bA/s320/IMG_8713x.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317974796061167010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How embarrassing...yes, I counted.  I fell 17 times.  We were back-country skiing and I hadn't done that yet.  I had only skied on flat areas and this was through woods and hills and such, however, I had a blast and I got quite an arm workout from pushing myself back up so much.  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About a week before this trip, I also got to see a pack of wolves out on a frozen lake eating a fresh moose kill.  It was very far away, about 2 kilometers, but here is a somewhat close picture of the wolves we saw.  It is quite rare to see wolves like this so everyone came out of the woodwork to come see.  There were at least 10 other cars lined up across the lake with us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gGEeTZ8v0pM/Sc0_If1rOQI/AAAAAAAAAJU/pX-nF3lQbwQ/s1600-h/IMG_8124x.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 198px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gGEeTZ8v0pM/Sc0_If1rOQI/AAAAAAAAAJU/pX-nF3lQbwQ/s320/IMG_8124x.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317976150212557058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Like I said, we couldn't get very close.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ALSO.  Last week I got to go see some actual collaring of deer.  A classmate of mine invited me on one of the trips where we sat in the car next to the big pile of hay known as a "feeding station" where some red deer were eating.  We inched up closer and closer to the deer and then when we were close enough, my friend darted one of the deer by leaning out the window.  We found the deer after it had fallen asleep and collared it with a GPS collar so we can get data on where the deer goes.  I just stood there while they did all this stuff, but at least I got to go.  :)  I held a flashlight, that was my contribution.  There is a picture of me with the deer, but I don't have it yet.  I'll get it and you will see that the deer looks pretty dead, but no worries, it's alive and has no idea that I got a candid picture with it.  Needless to say, it is exciting to live here sometimes and go on adventures like this.  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another field trip was last weekend with all the international students in the area.  Mostly I went sledding and made a large snow-deer/llama (you can choose what it is...).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gGEeTZ8v0pM/Sc1DVrPWg5I/AAAAAAAAAJs/cIp5xkIuqSU/s1600-h/n1568471891_30280058_1036750.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 178px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gGEeTZ8v0pM/Sc1DVrPWg5I/AAAAAAAAAJs/cIp5xkIuqSU/s320/n1568471891_30280058_1036750.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317980774657852306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gGEeTZ8v0pM/Sc1DVhB9mKI/AAAAAAAAAJk/1WDjxxIIQVk/s1600-h/n1568471891_30280057_4545107.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gGEeTZ8v0pM/Sc1DVhB9mKI/AAAAAAAAAJk/1WDjxxIIQVk/s320/n1568471891_30280057_4545107.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317980771917338786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gGEeTZ8v0pM/Sc1DVVaGdQI/AAAAAAAAAJc/gbJfnsl82XA/s1600-h/DSCN0457.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gGEeTZ8v0pM/Sc1DVVaGdQI/AAAAAAAAAJc/gbJfnsl82XA/s320/DSCN0457.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317980768797357314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND.  Here are some pictures of the icicles outside my window.  So cool.  I wanted to reach out and lick them, but thought that might be a bad idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gGEeTZ8v0pM/Sc1Ek9zeCqI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/tccpjDpBeO4/s1600-h/DSCN0428.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gGEeTZ8v0pM/Sc1Ek9zeCqI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/tccpjDpBeO4/s320/DSCN0428.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317982136850844322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gGEeTZ8v0pM/Sc1EkqKXUMI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/9DGmFgmb2Kk/s1600-h/DSCN0430.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gGEeTZ8v0pM/Sc1EkqKXUMI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/9DGmFgmb2Kk/s320/DSCN0430.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317982131578163394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope everyone's doing great.  I miss you all!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5891222479298338108-3511454234227079639?l=norwenglishlindsey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://norwenglishlindsey.blogspot.com/feeds/3511454234227079639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5891222479298338108&amp;postID=3511454234227079639' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5891222479298338108/posts/default/3511454234227079639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5891222479298338108/posts/default/3511454234227079639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://norwenglishlindsey.blogspot.com/2009/03/field-trips.html' title='Field Trips'/><author><name>Lindsey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14567946459766420125</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gGEeTZ8v0pM/Sc095rO0zaI/AAAAAAAAAJM/h6Zwa25H6bA/s72-c/IMG_8713x.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5891222479298338108.post-3197486857569963334</id><published>2009-03-04T18:05:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-03-04T18:12:36.149+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Why Norway makes me Fat</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gGEeTZ8v0pM/Sa61Hx0SSRI/AAAAAAAAAIc/F9g6LZpNKlc/s1600-h/180px-Gudbrandsdalsost.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 180px; height: 140px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gGEeTZ8v0pM/Sa61Hx0SSRI/AAAAAAAAAIc/F9g6LZpNKlc/s320/180px-Gudbrandsdalsost.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309380155952744722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is called brunost or brown cheese.  It is completely Norwegian and completely tasty.  You just eat it on bread or these big cracker things they call hard bread (which is gross).  They say most people that aren't from here don't like it, but I'm not most people....as you know.  I love it.  Cheese makes me happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gGEeTZ8v0pM/Sa61HfNc1lI/AAAAAAAAAIU/8gX43cFr0Xo/s1600-h/_DS56394_560px.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 278px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gGEeTZ8v0pM/Sa61HfNc1lI/AAAAAAAAAIU/8gX43cFr0Xo/s320/_DS56394_560px.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309380150958020178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh Good ole Walter!  What would I do without your chocolate.  This is my favorite candybar and I keep eating more and more of it and can't stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These two things are just two of the reasons why I get fat, the other one is that I just can't seem to stop eating.  Even when I'm not hungry, I just want to eat whatever is in site.  People say it's from the cold, but I think that I just really like to eat chocolate and cheese.  Who doesn't???&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5891222479298338108-3197486857569963334?l=norwenglishlindsey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://norwenglishlindsey.blogspot.com/feeds/3197486857569963334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5891222479298338108&amp;postID=3197486857569963334' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5891222479298338108/posts/default/3197486857569963334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5891222479298338108/posts/default/3197486857569963334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://norwenglishlindsey.blogspot.com/2009/03/why-norway-makes-me-fat.html' title='Why Norway makes me Fat'/><author><name>Lindsey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14567946459766420125</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gGEeTZ8v0pM/Sa61Hx0SSRI/AAAAAAAAAIc/F9g6LZpNKlc/s72-c/180px-Gudbrandsdalsost.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5891222479298338108.post-9078226663573454842</id><published>2009-03-02T19:51:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T20:09:15.524+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Harry Tur and Such</title><content type='html'>Last weekend I got to go to Sweden!!  It really wasn't that big of a deal because it was just over the border to do a little shopping because it's cheaper there, BUT I can say that I've shopped in Sweden now.  :)  When people take trips across the border to Sweden like that, they call the trip a "Harry Tur" or a Harry Trip.  For some reason if something is kind of a dumb thing to do they connect it with the name Harry....so since the Norwegian government doesn't benefit at all if people go shopping in Sweden, some politician called it a Harry Tur.  So I went on a Harry Tur to Sweden.  I wanted to get a picture of a Welcome to Sweden sign...like they have for all the states when you drive, BUT there was no sign!  What a bummer.  They need to invest in a sign so I can take a picture of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, I gave my church talk in Norwegian last week....yes, in Norwegian.  That was soooo very stressful.  I had to write it in English first way in advance and then get it translated by a friend into Norwegian.  It's hard just to write it in English in advance, I usually don't do my talk until the night before or morning of, so that was a bit of a struggle.  So....I read the talk in church and it may have been the longest 10 minutes of my entire life.....but I got through.  I've never not wanted to give a talk so much as I didn't want to give this one!  Everyone said I did a good job afterwards, but I think part of it was them just being nice.......I hope I don't have to do that again any time soon. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last weekend I stayed with my branch president's family (the Breiviks) and on Friday night Sister Breivik was cooking dinner and I wanted to help.  I decided to be clever and try to use the Norwegian that I know, so this is what I said:  "Kan jeg hjelpe deg med ingenting?"  After I said this, she started to laugh....that means I said something wrong....uh oh....so I asked and she said I asked her "Can I help you with nothing?"  Oops.  Still learning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Classes are going great!  Today I learned about wolves for hours and I was in heaven, if only every day could be so great!  Friday we are taking a field trip north where we get to track wolves.  So so so fun.  Pretty exciting if you ask me!!  We tracked moose last week and my group won ourselves some chocolate because we got the closest in our tracking exercise.  I have discovered that one way to my heart is through Norwegian and Swedish chocolate.  I am getting fat because of it.  Oh well, at least I'm happy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5891222479298338108-9078226663573454842?l=norwenglishlindsey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://norwenglishlindsey.blogspot.com/feeds/9078226663573454842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5891222479298338108&amp;postID=9078226663573454842' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5891222479298338108/posts/default/9078226663573454842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5891222479298338108/posts/default/9078226663573454842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://norwenglishlindsey.blogspot.com/2009/03/harry-tur-and-such.html' title='Harry Tur and Such'/><author><name>Lindsey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14567946459766420125</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5891222479298338108.post-6005052910477207130</id><published>2009-02-14T09:27:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2009-02-14T09:34:05.428+01:00</updated><title type='text'>The Coolest Valentine Caterpillars EVER.</title><content type='html'>This year I decided to celebrate Valentine's Day a bit more than I usually do, but only because no one celebrates it in Norway.  I don't like to be like everyone else.  :)  Here is a look at what I created....also, at home, we usually have sugar cookies so I made some of those, too...in heart shapes of course.  I'm also sporting a bright pink shirt today.  Happy Valentine's Day!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gGEeTZ8v0pM/SZaBnpDz2yI/AAAAAAAAAIM/uf7TFPzvKIw/s1600-h/DSCN0422.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gGEeTZ8v0pM/SZaBnpDz2yI/AAAAAAAAAIM/uf7TFPzvKIw/s320/DSCN0422.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302568129312054050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gGEeTZ8v0pM/SZaBnSiq6cI/AAAAAAAAAIE/ANmHC6FrR5o/s1600-h/DSCN0421.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gGEeTZ8v0pM/SZaBnSiq6cI/AAAAAAAAAIE/ANmHC6FrR5o/s320/DSCN0421.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302568123267475906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gGEeTZ8v0pM/SZaBVkUbXaI/AAAAAAAAAH8/tqbbbmu0KF4/s1600-h/DSCN0424.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gGEeTZ8v0pM/SZaBVkUbXaI/AAAAAAAAAH8/tqbbbmu0KF4/s320/DSCN0424.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302567818801929634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5891222479298338108-6005052910477207130?l=norwenglishlindsey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://norwenglishlindsey.blogspot.com/feeds/6005052910477207130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5891222479298338108&amp;postID=6005052910477207130' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5891222479298338108/posts/default/6005052910477207130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5891222479298338108/posts/default/6005052910477207130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://norwenglishlindsey.blogspot.com/2009/02/coolest-valentine-caterpillars-ever.html' title='The Coolest Valentine Caterpillars EVER.'/><author><name>Lindsey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14567946459766420125</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gGEeTZ8v0pM/SZaBnpDz2yI/AAAAAAAAAIM/uf7TFPzvKIw/s72-c/DSCN0422.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5891222479298338108.post-8614325213740009667</id><published>2009-02-13T19:59:00.007+01:00</published><updated>2009-02-14T13:39:04.132+01:00</updated><title type='text'>I ski</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gGEeTZ8v0pM/SZXEMOZ2zQI/AAAAAAAAAHE/IJZIPsfXYKc/s1600-h/PIC_0053.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gGEeTZ8v0pM/SZXEMOZ2zQI/AAAAAAAAAHE/IJZIPsfXYKc/s200/PIC_0053.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302359850602646786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's official, I can now say that I ski and I have been dog-sledding.  I can't say that I ski well, you would know if you ever saw me....falling down.  I have a blast, though.  I bought a pair of cross-country skis a couple weeks ago and I absolutely LOVE skiing now.  I don't have a pic of my actual skis, but here's one from the first time out on the frozen river....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another great thing is dog-sledding.  I finally got to go!!  First there was too much snow, so we couldn't go, then there wasn't enough snow, but then it was perfect.  The pictures are a little funny colored and they don't do the experience justice, but at least I got some documentation...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gGEeTZ8v0pM/SZXFP_jMCeI/AAAAAAAAAHM/biMWmQlwX6s/s1600-h/DSCN0411.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gGEeTZ8v0pM/SZXFP_jMCeI/AAAAAAAAAHM/biMWmQlwX6s/s320/DSCN0411.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302361014846360034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gGEeTZ8v0pM/SZXGJH9KKoI/AAAAAAAAAHk/bpMYNlg58CI/s1600-h/DSCN0413.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gGEeTZ8v0pM/SZXGJH9KKoI/AAAAAAAAAHk/bpMYNlg58CI/s320/DSCN0413.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302361996355316354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gGEeTZ8v0pM/SZXFQrsBgLI/AAAAAAAAAHc/6AAnvLwKt0U/s1600-h/DSCN0414.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gGEeTZ8v0pM/SZXFQrsBgLI/AAAAAAAAAHc/6AAnvLwKt0U/s320/DSCN0414.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302361026694578354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; (that's me in the third pic)  :)  they're justing sitting there so I could get on.  If you notice, one of the dogs is even laying down.  We ain't goin nowhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am having myself a good time here in Norway!  I also finally picked a topic for my thesis.  I will be analyzing a census of all the different types of predators in Northern Sweden....oooh.  (predators are the animals, not the people, just thought I'd clarify...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and since I've been so bored here lately with a lack of things to do until classes start, I've taken up knitting....yes, I'm making a scarf.  I also have been baking bread, I can make some kick-butt cinnamon raisin bread.  Molly Mormon here I come!!!  So, all in all, my new hobbies include taking walks in the winter wonderland I live in, skiing, knitting, and baking bread.  :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5891222479298338108-8614325213740009667?l=norwenglishlindsey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://norwenglishlindsey.blogspot.com/feeds/8614325213740009667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5891222479298338108&amp;postID=8614325213740009667' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5891222479298338108/posts/default/8614325213740009667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5891222479298338108/posts/default/8614325213740009667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://norwenglishlindsey.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-ski.html' title='I ski'/><author><name>Lindsey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14567946459766420125</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gGEeTZ8v0pM/SZXEMOZ2zQI/AAAAAAAAAHE/IJZIPsfXYKc/s72-c/PIC_0053.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5891222479298338108.post-7432112582271553915</id><published>2009-01-26T10:47:00.011+01:00</published><updated>2009-01-26T11:17:01.723+01:00</updated><title type='text'>"I think we'll be getting a bucket..."</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gGEeTZ8v0pM/SX2MklNmOyI/AAAAAAAAAGk/pyHe9Q9H_R0/s1600-h/009_7outhouse.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 125px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gGEeTZ8v0pM/SX2MklNmOyI/AAAAAAAAAGk/pyHe9Q9H_R0/s200/009_7outhouse.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295543296949893922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gGEeTZ8v0pM/SX2NLni-dFI/AAAAAAAAAG8/JypDP9A7SHI/s1600-h/images-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 165px; height: 149px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gGEeTZ8v0pM/SX2NLni-dFI/AAAAAAAAAG8/JypDP9A7SHI/s200/images-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295543967591330898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gGEeTZ8v0pM/SX2M7MHpPYI/AAAAAAAAAG0/r4pAQtO1OFE/s1600-h/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 107px; height: 124px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gGEeTZ8v0pM/SX2M7MHpPYI/AAAAAAAAAG0/r4pAQtO1OFE/s200/images.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295543685351030146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What would you choose?????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday as I talked to a friend at church she was telling me about the house she will be moving to next week.  They don't build very many new houses in Norway and so they tend to live in some pretty old houses sometimes....and some of these really old houses don't have indoor toilets.  OH my.  Outhouses with toilets are the key to going to the bathroom.  Oh my...again.  My friend was telling me how I needed to come visit her for a few days when she got all moved into her "new" house.  This "new" house does NOT have an indoor toilet....yet.  The thoughts that come to mind when she invites me over is that I will have to trudge through the snow every time I have to go potty.....I should be grateful for the invitation and shouldn't be thinking of these things....anyways.....so I humorously asked about the outhouse and how I would have to go outside every time to use the toilet....and she agreed that I would indeed have to do so, but that they were going to be investing in a bucket........................this started some pretty hysterical laughter coming out of my mouth and it wouldn't stop.  I hopefully didn't offend her, I don't think I did, but I just couldn't hold it in.  A BUCKET???!!!!  I think they should call it the chamberpot.  How would I ever be a pioneer???&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5891222479298338108-7432112582271553915?l=norwenglishlindsey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://norwenglishlindsey.blogspot.com/feeds/7432112582271553915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5891222479298338108&amp;postID=7432112582271553915' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5891222479298338108/posts/default/7432112582271553915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5891222479298338108/posts/default/7432112582271553915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://norwenglishlindsey.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-think-well-be-getting-bucket.html' title='&quot;I think we&apos;ll be getting a bucket...&quot;'/><author><name>Lindsey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14567946459766420125</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gGEeTZ8v0pM/SX2MklNmOyI/AAAAAAAAAGk/pyHe9Q9H_R0/s72-c/009_7outhouse.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5891222479298338108.post-7271252280866680766</id><published>2009-01-18T19:25:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-01-18T20:02:25.661+01:00</updated><title type='text'>To My Buds</title><content type='html'>When I was younger, actually the first 19 years of  my life, the only thing I was ever going to be when I grew up was a veterinarian.  I would go get my undergrad somewhere, then immediately be admitted into vet school and finish up schooling by the age of 25, which was also the age I was going to get married.  It all fit so well into my head, that what plan COULD ever be better?  Well as you can see, none of those plans worked out...nor do plans ever really work for me, but that's ok, I'm a fly by the seat of my pants kind of girl, so spontaneity in life is the best thing for me.   I did have the opportunity twice to go to vet school, but other things were better for me at the time and as you all know, I did not get married at the age of 25...or 26...and it is highly unlikely  to be in my 27th year.  :)  Not that I'm complaining, freedom is something that I absolutely cherish and I love not being tied down to anything.  I'm not saying that I wouldn't love to get married and start that portion of life, I'm just saying that I'm thoroughly enjoying being single.  I keep getting announcements from close friends about how much they're in love and are getting married soon, and all I think is "another one bites the dust."  I'm extremely happy for their happiness, though, don't get me wrong.  It's just that the things I think about are vastly different than them.  Things to think about during this time in life include:  "When is it going to snow enough so I can go cross-country skiing again??" ... or "what am I going to watch tonight on my computer because there's nothing better to do in Evenstad???"...or "how do I ever give a church talk...in Norwegian?????"  Different things to think about is all.  :)  So, to all of you that worry about their kids and fiances and husbands and future kids and what you're going to make for dinner....well, I'm kinda glad to not worry about that...yet.....being single has its perks!!!  I'm sure I'll have my moments in the future with all that, so I should bite my tongue, but this post is more for the single people enjoying their singleness since we don't have what we really want.  :)  This is for my friends that still hang in there with me and complain with me and bond with me.  This is for you!!!!  Thanks for being my buds!!!!!!  You all are the greatest people and examples to me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than that, life in Norway has been a tad boring.  I only have one class per week for another month, so I've been struggling to fill my time.  However, I have started some new hobbies.......I've taken up knitting.....and cross-country skiing.....and playing ping pong with myself.  Very different, yes, fun, yes, productive, YES.  It's been snowing for the past few days and I'm in heaven.  I LOVE SNOW.  I'm excited to go play in it.  I don't have anything funny lately to write about my experiences here since I haven't really been in class, but I'm sure something will come soon.  I do plan on learning more Norwegian this semester and I'm excited to laugh at myself when I say things completely wrong.  It's all about a positive attitude ladies and gents....in whatever situation you get yourself into.  Keep on truckin is all I got to say.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5891222479298338108-7271252280866680766?l=norwenglishlindsey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://norwenglishlindsey.blogspot.com/feeds/7271252280866680766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5891222479298338108&amp;postID=7271252280866680766' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5891222479298338108/posts/default/7271252280866680766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5891222479298338108/posts/default/7271252280866680766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://norwenglishlindsey.blogspot.com/2009/01/to-my-buds.html' title='To My Buds'/><author><name>Lindsey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14567946459766420125</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5891222479298338108.post-6470337356314734210</id><published>2009-01-02T22:41:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2009-01-02T22:53:23.579+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Metal Rooster</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gGEeTZ8v0pM/SV6MgJbJ-MI/AAAAAAAAAGE/eylRT2SJzvQ/s1600-h/Metal+Rooster"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 228px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gGEeTZ8v0pM/SV6MgJbJ-MI/AAAAAAAAAGE/eylRT2SJzvQ/s320/Metal+Rooster" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286817496493062338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was born in the year of the chicken, or rooster.  I verified this using good ole Wikipedia and then also found that the specific element for my year reveals that I was born in the year of the "metal rooster."  What does that mean??????  (I dedicate my blog to the metal rooster....as seen by the big chicken in the background)........I looked up metal rooster and found that I belong to a clan called the "rooster people."  There was a special site just for the metal rooster people telling us all about ourselves.  Apparently I am the most high-minded of all the zodiac animals.  Hmmm.  One would think that we could be called something better than "rooster people."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5891222479298338108-6470337356314734210?l=norwenglishlindsey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://norwenglishlindsey.blogspot.com/feeds/6470337356314734210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5891222479298338108&amp;postID=6470337356314734210' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5891222479298338108/posts/default/6470337356314734210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5891222479298338108/posts/default/6470337356314734210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://norwenglishlindsey.blogspot.com/2009/01/metal-rooster.html' title='Metal Rooster'/><author><name>Lindsey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14567946459766420125</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gGEeTZ8v0pM/SV6MgJbJ-MI/AAAAAAAAAGE/eylRT2SJzvQ/s72-c/Metal+Rooster' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5891222479298338108.post-4048075083409909798</id><published>2009-01-02T22:02:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-01-02T22:19:18.405+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Turning over a New Year</title><content type='html'>To start off the New Year I am back in Norway.  I flew back here on New Year's Eve and spent the night somewhere above the big pond.....sleeping in a plane.  I'm not even sure when the new year turned over.  I think I missed it completely because of the time change.  I did see the fireworks on TV in Sydney, though.  That's gotta count for something.  So after a night and a day in the airport, I finally got here on New Year's day.  It's a bit colder here than when I left and just a tad colder than Texas.  A tad equals about 40-50 degrees colder.  I am here nonetheless and happy to be.  Much to my chagrin, there were no pants-less men at the Oslo airport when I arrived.  It sure does give a little jolt when you're dog-tired.  I had no problems while in transit, except for the fact that my shoulders fell off from the bag of books I was lugging all over the world as my carry-on....who needs shoulders anyway....or books, for that matter?  Just wanted to say that all is well, Norway is cold and snow-covered :) and I'm a happy kid.  I loved being at home for 2 months, but now it's time to have my American conveniences taken away and start roughin it here again.  I even got my hair cut a day before I left so I could lengthen the time before I slaughtered my own hair again by cutting it myself.  I hope everyone had a wonderful Christmas and a Happy New Year!  Don't forget about me out here in the land of trolls.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5891222479298338108-4048075083409909798?l=norwenglishlindsey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://norwenglishlindsey.blogspot.com/feeds/4048075083409909798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5891222479298338108&amp;postID=4048075083409909798' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5891222479298338108/posts/default/4048075083409909798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5891222479298338108/posts/default/4048075083409909798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://norwenglishlindsey.blogspot.com/2009/01/turning-over-new-year.html' title='Turning over a New Year'/><author><name>Lindsey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14567946459766420125</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5891222479298338108.post-5888100724436998520</id><published>2008-12-17T22:57:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-17T23:11:02.080+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Get out of the Country!</title><content type='html'>It seems like no country really wants me around....the other day I was in my friends house, just being a good little girl, minding my own business and watching Enchanted when another lady comes in the house and is very stressed because she had just hit a car.  A red car.  My car.  This lady is very nice and knows the people whose house I am in, but she accidentally just backed into my car.  She apologized about 500 times.  It's not a big deal and very fixable, but these things just keep happening to me!  (please reference the last blog!).  So I have come to conclude that neither Norway or the USA wants me.  First the pants-less man bids me adieu at the Oslo airport and then when I get back home, people steal my stuff, my car gets hit, and I'm in the middle of my second cold in 6 weeks.  OR....maybe it's just Texas, YES, it's TEXAS that doesn't want me!  Oh what a happy thought!  Mutual dislike is always better than a one-sided dislike.  I don't want Texas either!  No offense to all my grand friends that live in the Lonestar State....I still like you guys.  :)  Now that I think about it, though, Utah didn't really want me either....I'm seeing a pattern here.  Where to next?????!  Who knows!  I am known to change my mind on occasion....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5891222479298338108-5888100724436998520?l=norwenglishlindsey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://norwenglishlindsey.blogspot.com/feeds/5888100724436998520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5891222479298338108&amp;postID=5888100724436998520' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5891222479298338108/posts/default/5888100724436998520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5891222479298338108/posts/default/5888100724436998520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://norwenglishlindsey.blogspot.com/2008/12/get-out-of-country.html' title='Get out of the Country!'/><author><name>Lindsey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14567946459766420125</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5891222479298338108.post-460440878492382119</id><published>2008-12-08T04:38:00.006+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T05:27:53.654+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Weird things happen....to me.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gGEeTZ8v0pM/STycnUh4uTI/AAAAAAAAAF8/KgPA9xJsrdU/s1600-h/Photo+37.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gGEeTZ8v0pM/STycnUh4uTI/AAAAAAAAAF8/KgPA9xJsrdU/s320/Photo+37.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277265062711048498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;(this is me in the airport, in the middle of the night)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gGEeTZ8v0pM/STybQqkoZqI/AAAAAAAAAFs/lAc0MoajvFs/s1600-h/PIC_0026.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK, picture this, a very tired Lindsey waking up in the Oslo airport after a restless night of sleeping on the airport benches waiting for her early flight.  Only it's not just a very tired Lindsey, there are several people around sleeping on the benches and one in particular that I would like to note.  After falling asleep around 2am I woke up around 4:30, got up and took a look around me at the few more people laying all around that weren't there a few hours before.  Among these newcomers was one man laying on the bench across from me, this seemed to be a normal enough sleeping man, but there was something that was awfully wrong with this airport picture of him.  He had NO pants on!  Yes, ladies and gentlemen, this middle-aged man was pants-less, and not only that, but his pants were right next to him on the floor wadded up in a little pile.  Now is the part were you can start making assumptions...based on the following information.....next to his wadded up pants there was also a LARGE puddle of liquid on the ground under the benches.  I saw no spilled cup anywhere.  All I saw was: wadded up pants, pants-less man, and a large puddle.....you do the math.  There probably was a plausible explanation for this, but I decided when I saw this across from me, I would QUICKLY relocate myself to a different part of the airport.  I almost took a picture....but I, and he, might be pretty embarrassed if the pants-less man woke up in the middle of the snapshot and asked me what I was doing.  So, that was my goodbye present from Norway.  I'm a lucky gal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been back in the states now for a month and I've been having a grand time with family and friends.  I never realized how nice it is to have only English spoken in the airport, and everywhere for that matter!  I had a huge smile on my face when I flew into Chicago from Europe.  I felt like my language was no longer confounded and I could talk to EVERYONE!  And then to have men open doors for me was so nice too.  I had found that Norwegian men do NOT open doors for woman normally, so it was nice to get back to the gentlemen of the USA.  :)  Thanks guys!  It's great to be back....although not for long....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A couple days after I got back my brother Ben and I went to my storage unit to get some clothes for me to wear. As I turned the corner to go to my unit I ran over something and it was dragging behind me....well, much to Ben's amusement, it was a mattress.  Yes, a queen size mattress.  How I happened to NOT see it as I turned the corner is beyond me.  Ben saw it and almost warned me, but then I just ran over it and he started laughing.  Well, I tried to get in out from under my car, but it got stuck......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gGEeTZ8v0pM/STybQ0Ez68I/AAAAAAAAAF0/-JMDDbiCwUI/s1600-h/PIC_0027.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gGEeTZ8v0pM/STybQ0Ez68I/AAAAAAAAAF0/-JMDDbiCwUI/s320/PIC_0027.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277263576530414530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;To get it unstuck, Ben almost got hurled into the storage unit wall as I put the car into reverse really fast while he held onto the mattress.  Fun times with Lindsey.&lt;/span&gt; (I don't know why that's underlined, I have problems).  The pic is of Ben before we tried to get the mattress out. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At this same storage unit a few weeks later, I went to get a suitcase out so I could go to my Mom's in Missouri and there was a different lock on my unit that I hadn't put there.  It turned out that someone broke into my unit, stole my empty suitcases (which I needed), CDs, tapes, a box of books, another suitcase full of clothes, my toolbox, and 3 boxes of plates and bowls.  Well, it is beyond me why you would steal empty suitcases and plates, but I guess whoever stole them REALLY needed them.  They didn't steal everything, but they were probably planning on jacking the rest of it since they put their own lock on my unit.  (I had to get it drilled off to get in).  This happening was actually kind of coincidental.  A week before I was telling everyone how I just want to get rid of all my stuff and not have anything to worry about.....well, I got my wish partly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanksgiving was pretty great. I got to go with my Mom to Maryland, I had 2 turkey dinners, visited a ton of family, shopped for a few hours, and was headed back to Missouri within the 3rd day of being there.  It was quite the whirlwind, but it was fantastic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm headed back to Norway on New Year's Eve.  The date stinks, but the price was right, so I had to make the sacrifice.  Sacrifices are coming more often now....I bought some hiking boots the other day for $140....that was a bite.  Good thing there's no tuition in Norway....If there were I'd probably have to go collect money with a big boot like the firemen do in the middle of the streets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5891222479298338108-460440878492382119?l=norwenglishlindsey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://norwenglishlindsey.blogspot.com/feeds/460440878492382119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5891222479298338108&amp;postID=460440878492382119' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5891222479298338108/posts/default/460440878492382119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5891222479298338108/posts/default/460440878492382119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://norwenglishlindsey.blogspot.com/2008/12/weird-things-happento-me.html' title='Weird things happen....to me.'/><author><name>Lindsey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14567946459766420125</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gGEeTZ8v0pM/STycnUh4uTI/AAAAAAAAAF8/KgPA9xJsrdU/s72-c/Photo+37.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5891222479298338108.post-2970420027956201069</id><published>2008-10-27T18:29:00.006+01:00</published><updated>2008-10-27T19:35:59.900+01:00</updated><title type='text'>It's official.  I can be Norwegian for 9 more months.</title><content type='html'>Today was a good day for me.  I finally got my visa, I finally got my "D-number" which allows me to open a Norwegian bank account, AND I got to get pulled around on a go-cart by dogs.  What a day!!!!!  I am allowed to stay in this grand country officially for 9 more months, according to the little visa sticker now affixed in my passport (funny side-note, there is a picture of me that goes with the visa and it looks like I'm about to hurl....hopefully that's not some kind of sign or something).  Also, I have a foreign bank account now....does that mean I can do sneaky things with money???  Or does that only work with "swiss" bank accounts?  All of my money is Norwegian at the moment, so it doesn't matter either way I guess.  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the best part is that I got to get pulled around by dogs today.  My friend will be doing dog-sledding in the winter and before it snows, the dogs get trained on this dune-buggy/go-cart contraption with wheels.  The ride was so fun!  Today the "retarded" dogs got trained....which means the dogs that don't go on the normal runs or the ones that are too small, young, oddly shaped, weak, or sick.  All it meant was that we went a little slower up the mountain. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gGEeTZ8v0pM/SQX-4ssnwFI/AAAAAAAAAFU/McaLypA8ylg/s1600-h/DSCN0387.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gGEeTZ8v0pM/SQX-4ssnwFI/AAAAAAAAAFU/McaLypA8ylg/s320/DSCN0387.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261891989676736594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This happens to be one of the only pictures I got because, of course, on my 3rd picture my camera's batteries died.  I will hopefully go on some more rides, maybe even with the bigger dogs....and I'll get more.  This is what was in front of me on the ride, I was sitting on the cart connected to all those ropes and my friend Eskil was standing behind me.  As you can see....there's no snow yet....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got to go to Oslo last weekend for stake conference (for the non-mormons, it's a regional meeting in the church)....I figured out that Oslo is where all the mormons are hiding in Norway.  I never knew there were so many.  The stake covers all of Norway, but I think the vast majority of the people live in Oslo.  The meeting was in Norwegian, which is normal....but that means I don't understand anything and this time I had no translator.  Basically I just had to imagine what they were talking about for 2 hours.  :)  Luckily some of the leaders that came to speak are from England, and didn't speak Norwegian, so when it was their turn to talk, it was so nice to hear a church meeting in English again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm coming home in a little over a week, and I gotta say....I don't really want to yet.  I've been enjoying myself here and there's too much to do with school!  I will be taking a final exam over the phone and turning in a paper while I'm at home.  Not so sure how everything's going to work, but oh well!  I would change my plane dates again...but I don't really want to pay another $300 to change it AGAIN.  On the other hand, it'll be sooo incredibly nice to have my car again and be free to go anywhere at any time.  :)  I've missed my little Red car.   I will be coming back again in January for semester #2, that's when I get to do all the fun stuff in my classes....like track animals......oooooh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a pic of a great rainbow that was here the other morning.  It made a complete arc across the sky...although you can't see it....it was so pretty.  (the 2-story red building is where I live).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gGEeTZ8v0pM/SQYF3uMnHfI/AAAAAAAAAFk/eA4h8Osu_BY/s1600-h/DSCN0374.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gGEeTZ8v0pM/SQYF3uMnHfI/AAAAAAAAAFk/eA4h8Osu_BY/s320/DSCN0374.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261899669480873458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't have many funny things to say this time, but have changed the name of pirate chew a tiny bit.  When people spit the wad on the ground, it looks like poo, so I now use pirate poo and pirate chew interchangeably.  I'm so clever.  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, almost forgot something.....I got to drive a couple weeks ago.  I found that it's hard to know what to do when driving when you don't know what the signs mean.  None of them have words on them.....good thing there weren't many cars around, I might have caused accidents....how are you just supposed to KNOW what to do???  Maybe I shouldn't drive next time.  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's it for now....I'll probably see most of you soon!  Ta ta.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5891222479298338108-2970420027956201069?l=norwenglishlindsey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://norwenglishlindsey.blogspot.com/feeds/2970420027956201069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5891222479298338108&amp;postID=2970420027956201069' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5891222479298338108/posts/default/2970420027956201069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5891222479298338108/posts/default/2970420027956201069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://norwenglishlindsey.blogspot.com/2008/10/its-official-i-can-be-norwegian-for-9.html' title='It&apos;s official.  I can be Norwegian for 9 more months.'/><author><name>Lindsey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14567946459766420125</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gGEeTZ8v0pM/SQX-4ssnwFI/AAAAAAAAAFU/McaLypA8ylg/s72-c/DSCN0387.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5891222479298338108.post-3195683536492584289</id><published>2008-10-18T15:36:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2008-10-18T16:21:59.760+02:00</updated><title type='text'>I don't want your water, I have a blue bottle.</title><content type='html'>I have been thinking a lot lately of just how much people are blessed and don't realize it.  This post might be a little more on the serious side.  I look around me every day at the beautiful land of Norway and am in wonder of it's people and blessings.  The people here have life sooooo good.  They realize that a little, but really have no idea of just &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;how&lt;/span&gt; good they have it.  If I didn't love my own country so much (and it didn't cost an arm and a leg to travel here), I'd want to live here.  I tend to wonder every day also about why the heck I am even here in the first place!  Like I said before I came here..."Who goes to Norway????! "  Certainly no one I know!  (actually since then I have found several people that have been here or have family here)...but no one ever talks about this country or really even knows anything about it.....or knows where it is in some cases.  :)  As I have said in other posts, I am really in the middle of nowhere, just surrounded by low mountains and a river running beside the school.  So, how on earth did I end up here??  Out of all places, the middle of Norway in a college with only about 120 students that no one has heard of, there is only one explanation of how I got here.  It is somewhere God wants me to be.  There are things I'm here for, there are people to meet, there are things to share, there are experiences to be had.  It is an amazing thing to know that something divine is happening in your life.  Just that one inkling of knowledge can make you a completely different person.  I would say that since I got here, I have been overwhelmed with cheer.  Yes, cheer.  I have never been so cheerful all the time in my entire life and it is great!  There are huge challenges here and so many things to get used to and adjust to, but it really doesn't matter one tiny bit.  I haven't talked to one of my family members in over 2 months except through email, and that's a bit hard...but knowing I am in the right place at the right time makes up for every challenge I can think of.  I love the people here and have found every day that I am the example to many people of what I believe in.  I am the different one here, I am the "American," but I am also the American Mormon that doesn't drink alcohol, tea, coffee, use tobacco, watch bad movies, and goes to church every weekend.  Let me tell ya, I've had some funny looks come my way!  If I weren't so stubborn and strong in my church, I don't know what it would be like here.  It's different on all accounts.  How weird and interesting life can be.  It changes in a heartbeat and I'm grateful for everything that comes my way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for an update on school and such.  I'm still learning the Norwegian language bit by bit and am proud to say that I can say a few sentences.  I have learned how to say "Go Away, you stupid!" and "I don't want your water, I have a blue bottle."  I also know how to say "beer is gross, I hate beer" and phrases like "thanks for the food," "you're welcome," and some body parts.  I also know the word for cheesecake...that always comes in handy.  My teachers ask me often what some words are in English and when I smile when they say words wrong they say we're going to have an English lesson taught by me after class.  I made the mistake of mentioning that they had no idea how much I laugh in my head when we're in class and my teacher (who is also the dean of the school) said that he notices that I laugh in class when he teaches.  Oops.  Good thing they have good senses of humor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I have an update on "Drunk Tuesday."  I have been informed that other people that I don't even know are now calling it Drunk Tuesday.  I feel so proud for giving it it's rightful name.  I also know how to say it in Norwegian and also to say "I hate Drunk Tuesday."  What useful phrases I'm learning.  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No more updates I can think of.  I'll be coming home soon for the holidays and I'm pretty excited, but also sad to leave.  It's bittersweet.  I can't wait to come home and eat my heart out during the holidays.  :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5891222479298338108-3195683536492584289?l=norwenglishlindsey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://norwenglishlindsey.blogspot.com/feeds/3195683536492584289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5891222479298338108&amp;postID=3195683536492584289' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5891222479298338108/posts/default/3195683536492584289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5891222479298338108/posts/default/3195683536492584289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://norwenglishlindsey.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-dont-want-your-water-i-have-blue.html' title='I don&apos;t want your water, I have a blue bottle.'/><author><name>Lindsey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14567946459766420125</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5891222479298338108.post-1841092109656870187</id><published>2008-10-07T16:17:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2008-10-07T17:00:03.815+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Lindseyisms</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gGEeTZ8v0pM/SOtwf0W1cdI/AAAAAAAAAFM/RWcQ_vM_5hc/s1600-h/DSCN0270.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gGEeTZ8v0pM/SOtwf0W1cdI/AAAAAAAAAFM/RWcQ_vM_5hc/s320/DSCN0270.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254417082190492114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you know me at all....you will also know that I have an alternate name for just about everything and everyone.  So, this being the case, I wanted to share some of the current nicknames I've given things here.  I already mentioned "pirate chew" as the name for snus....the nasty stuff that makes the boys look like pirates.  Another one that I can thank my friend Mackenzie for is "the small store," the small store is the only store in Evenstad, which is actually named Arnesen's Landhandleri....as shown from the picture.  The original "small store" resides on Alcon's campus.  :)  Another phenomenon that has earned a new Lindseyism is the party here every Tuesday where everyone basically gets smashed and don't come to class the next day.  I have deemed this "Drunk Tuesday."  Drunk Tuesdays are odd to me.....if I did drink and I cared two bits about it, I would never decide on Tuesdays as the day to get smashed.  Even my class....with all 10 students is less crowded on Wednesday morning because of the rousing previous night.  I am not a fan on Drunk Tuesdays, but they're very popular here.  I need to come up with an alternate plan and call it "No-BoozeDay Tuesday." I bet it would go over well.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These three names:  pirate chew, the small store, and Drunk Tuesdays, are all currently used by me and have been adopted by those around me as well.  I have a weird way of influencing people.  I have also told one of my brothers about Drunk Tuesday and we have decided that I need to have an ode to it...so here goes....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ode to Drunk Tuesday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drunk Tuesday, Drunk Tuesday&lt;br /&gt;Wherever did you come from?&lt;br /&gt;Drunk Tuesday, Drunk Tuesday&lt;br /&gt;When everyone falls on their bum&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The most lively night of the week&lt;br /&gt;When all get together to booze  (yes, I made that a verb)&lt;br /&gt;Bobbing heads and slurred speak&lt;br /&gt;Are only followed by snooze&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why on Tuesday you fall&lt;br /&gt;One will never find out&lt;br /&gt;But the day doesn't matter at all&lt;br /&gt;It's all about the beer, no doubt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drunk Tuesday, Drunk Tuesday&lt;br /&gt;Only in Norway do you thrive&lt;br /&gt;Drunk Tuesday, Drunk Tuesday&lt;br /&gt;When Wednesdays are not so alive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The End&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, those are the Lindseyisms in full force right now...I have no doubt there are more coming. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;VIVA NO-BOOZEDAY TUESDAY!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5891222479298338108-1841092109656870187?l=norwenglishlindsey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://norwenglishlindsey.blogspot.com/feeds/1841092109656870187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5891222479298338108&amp;postID=1841092109656870187' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5891222479298338108/posts/default/1841092109656870187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5891222479298338108/posts/default/1841092109656870187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://norwenglishlindsey.blogspot.com/2008/10/lindseyisms.html' title='Lindseyisms'/><author><name>Lindsey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14567946459766420125</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gGEeTZ8v0pM/SOtwf0W1cdI/AAAAAAAAAFM/RWcQ_vM_5hc/s72-c/DSCN0270.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5891222479298338108.post-8286722517068779118</id><published>2008-10-01T22:28:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2008-10-01T23:27:42.351+02:00</updated><title type='text'>The 27th Trip Around the Sun</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gGEeTZ8v0pM/SOPePFXOAWI/AAAAAAAAAE0/gQw0aikcdXc/s1600-h/DSCN0354.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gGEeTZ8v0pM/SOPePFXOAWI/AAAAAAAAAE0/gQw0aikcdXc/s320/DSCN0354.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252285941163098466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll have to start by saying that I had one of the best birthdays I've had in a long time!  My dear Mommo sent me a huge box with all sorts of junk food in it and that's exactly how I started my day.  Here a pic of the load.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up an hour early just so I could open this box on my birthday...it had been sitting on my floor calling my name for the past couple days and I was so excited to open it that I just had to get up early.  :)  I believe it was well worth it, don't you??!!  The only thing they have here in Norway that is in this box is one little can of Pringles that costs about fifty bucks!!  (maybe not that much in real life...).  I was so excited to get some American junk food!  I had just gotten myself away from my cookie eating habit that I gained when coming here and I decided that I couldn't buy any more junk...and I was doing really well....no junk food was in my possession....until I got my birthday box.  And so the cookie habit has reinstated inself...but at least I didn't do it by myself.  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rest of the day was as good as the start....big boxes of junk food can put anyone in a good mood I think.  It wasn't anything spectacular because of class and working on my report...but it was a great day nonetheless.  My roommate and some friends sang the Norwegian birthday song...which I might say....is WAY WAY better than the typical birthday song.  I made them sing to me and I had no idea that there was dancing in it too!  It was soooo great.  I wish I would've remembered to video it.  Here are some pics of some friends that were there.  I think all should note that they are all blond.  I'm surrounded by blonds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gGEeTZ8v0pM/SOPgYuIBuSI/AAAAAAAAAFE/MG6gFjwNskk/s1600-h/DSCN0355.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gGEeTZ8v0pM/SOPgYuIBuSI/AAAAAAAAAFE/MG6gFjwNskk/s320/DSCN0355.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252288305747310882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gGEeTZ8v0pM/SOPgYZmKGjI/AAAAAAAAAE8/TTy0pcBUs9g/s1600-h/DSCN0356.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gGEeTZ8v0pM/SOPgYZmKGjI/AAAAAAAAAE8/TTy0pcBUs9g/s320/DSCN0356.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252288300236544562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;They made me a cheesecake and a big ole gooey chocolate cake...mmmmm.  I think this is the second year in a row that I've gotten two cakes.  :)  Another friend was going to get me a birthday muffin before class....but the little food place was closed....it's the thought that counts.  :)  Oh, and perhaps another great thing about my day was that my sister Jessica and her little family had a birthday party for me at their house all the way in Oregon!!  How fabulous is that!!  She even did a special post for me on her blog!  I'm pretty much one of the luckiest girls on the planet.  :)  So that was my birthday yesterday.  I'm a happy kid!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now for the Norway stuff.  I started my Norwegian class two weeks ago today and have had three classes so far.  My teacher is a little kookie, but very fun.  I'm learning the language bit by bit and having so much fun &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;trying&lt;/span&gt; to say things.  :)  I've been told that I say things with an eastern Norway accent.  :)  That's really funny to me.  This country is smaller than Texas and they have different accents and dialects within a 30 mile range.  Who knows what type of dialect I'm learning...pretty much everyone I talk to speaks Norwegian differently...so I think I'll just combine them all and make my own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My classes are getting a little more tough now because of two big reports due within the next 10 days....but I'll get through.  I have to really start buckling down now because I leave in just over a month and I have to take exams early.  Yuck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have recently begun to tell one friend that he should stop using "pirate chew."  It may be quite a futile attempt, but I have to try.  I think everyone should be healthier...and less pirate-like.  Aside from the pirate chew, this same friend took me to see a bunch of sled dogs today.  Dog-sledding is pretty popular here and he lives on this small property with a bunch of dogs that are used for sledding.  It was so cool!  I forgot my camera of course, but there were around 22 or so dogs and 6 puppies there.  I got a little dirty because I got jumped on....but it was TOTALLY worth it.  The dogs get trained when there isn't snow by pulling a go-kart type of thing with a guy standing on the back.  The guys said I could come sometime....oh man....that sounds like I just won the lottery!  I will put it on my next post if I get to go...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Included in my out in the middle of nowhere Norwegian experience is the fact that there isn't anyone to cut my hair....desperation for a haircut is not a good thing.  I can now say that I have cut my own hair....and it's not quite even.  It's not tooooo bad, but I wouldn't recommend a self haircut if you can help it.  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now for my favorite part of the blog post....time for the fun stuff....this is what has made me laugh recently.  Most of these have come out of the mouth of my kookie Norwegian teacher that doesn't speak English soooo well.  One of her favorite things to say is "if you do a job."  This at first brought back memories of the infamous job lists that my mom would give all the kids on our days off of school.  BUT, this is NOT what it is.  "if you do a job" means if you work hard, you'll do fine.  So, if I do a job on this blog thing....it'll eventually get done.  Also, to go back to one of the former posts with replacing the v's with w's....here's a funny one that really made my try to keep back the not-so-silent laughs.  She was talking about the word "Hva" which means 'what' and has a silent H, so it's pronounce 'va'.  Well, she was explaining how the H was silent when she said "the H in front of the Wee is not pronounced."  (Wee meaning "V").  I just about died with that one.  Another one...As I have said before, they really like their booze here, so some conversations revolve around beer.  Apparently when you get really drunk on homemade alcohol, you can't necessarily control your body so well and when "you have to make a pee" your body won't do what your mind tells it to and you may run into the wall on your way to the bathroom.  So, "if you have to make a pee," please be careful.  I believe that I was chuckling a little out loud with this one.  And to top them all off....here's another one verbatim...."we can't take you all at once, because you won't have the opportunity to expose yourself."  This is talking about the oral part of the exam.....personally....I think I'd rather stay home if we all have to expose ourselves.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have also recently corrupted a Norwegian friend, so now he listens to how some English words are pronounced and laughs with me.  Bad influence.  Now we both laugh.  I know I shouldn't, but some things are sooooo funny....as you can see from the above post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All is well in Norway!  Thanks to everyone for making my life so grand!  I truly appreciate all that everyone does and I can feel how much I'm loved....even 5000 miles away! :)  I love you all!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gratulerer Med Dagen!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you have to make a pee, please do a job and don't pee on the seat.  :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5891222479298338108-8286722517068779118?l=norwenglishlindsey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://norwenglishlindsey.blogspot.com/feeds/8286722517068779118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5891222479298338108&amp;postID=8286722517068779118' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5891222479298338108/posts/default/8286722517068779118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5891222479298338108/posts/default/8286722517068779118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://norwenglishlindsey.blogspot.com/2008/10/27th-trip-around-sun.html' title='The 27th Trip Around the Sun'/><author><name>Lindsey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14567946459766420125</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gGEeTZ8v0pM/SOPePFXOAWI/AAAAAAAAAE0/gQw0aikcdXc/s72-c/DSCN0354.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5891222479298338108.post-8043192286935370360</id><published>2008-09-11T11:58:00.017+02:00</published><updated>2008-09-11T13:59:42.163+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Gratulerer Med Dagen</title><content type='html'>I have now been in school for exactly one month!  And I finally know how to put pictures in here and have the patience to do it, so here they are!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for actual schoolwork....it's beginning to get much harder than at the beginning. The papers and reading are starting to pile up and I'm not looking forward to them, but at least it feels more like school now. :) Oh, here are some pics of the school and surrounding area.....it's pretty, huh??!  The first pic is taken from across the river of the campus, and the second is of the mountains and river that run right next to the school.  I'm pretty lucky I have all this around me, all I have to do is walk a few feet and there it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gGEeTZ8v0pM/SMjtqy2YivI/AAAAAAAAACk/QJz1ACUKeZc/s1600-h/DSCN0271.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gGEeTZ8v0pM/SMjtqy2YivI/AAAAAAAAACk/QJz1ACUKeZc/s320/DSCN0271.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244703085533104882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gGEeTZ8v0pM/SMjtrBG7nPI/AAAAAAAAACs/PBhAkhRaOZI/s1600-h/DSCN0265.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gGEeTZ8v0pM/SMjtrBG7nPI/AAAAAAAAACs/PBhAkhRaOZI/s320/DSCN0265.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244703089360608498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've done a lot of fun stuff lately, so here goes.....first I want to tell about a hike up one of the mountains....I have affectionately named the one closest to the dorms as MY mountain....it's the one I hiked up.  Halfway up said mountain, there was a small stream and the guys I was with stopped and I asked if you could drink out of the stream...fully expecting a negative response.  Well, I was wrong....both of them bent down and started drinking!  Well, you just don't do that in the US, but I keep learning more and more that you can do things here that you don't do at home and you'll be just fine.  So, as soon as I saw them taking big swigs of water from this little stream....I wanted to as well....I figured if they were ok thus far, well then it's gotta be ok.  I took a chance and drank, too.  It tasted like normal water...there were a few floaties of dirt in it, but I didn't taste it.  :)  That was my first time ever to drink anything that didn't come out of a faucet.  I was hoping not to get sick the whole time and I think I'm just fine...nothing wrong with me that I can tell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gGEeTZ8v0pM/SMjwx1fsQmI/AAAAAAAAAC0/dhY9VdQ-1J4/s1600-h/DSCN0304.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gGEeTZ8v0pM/SMjwx1fsQmI/AAAAAAAAAC0/dhY9VdQ-1J4/s320/DSCN0304.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244706505037202018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On this hike, I also saw big mushrooms that&lt;br /&gt;looked like pancakes on the forest floor...so&lt;br /&gt;of course I had to get a picture of them. I did&lt;br /&gt;NOT eat them, but here's the pic.  I also found out where the Smurfs live....These other mushrooms that were growing along the edge of the road look exactly like the Smurf houses....the pictures are currently stuck in my phone, but they'll come out soon.  Who would've known that the Smurfs were living in Norway this whole time??!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also saw a large old animal trap that I had to get in of course.  It wasn't a metal trap or anything, just a big hole in the ground.  You can't tell much from the picture, but I'm about 5-6 feet down from the forest floor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gGEeTZ8v0pM/SMjxlsbhsaI/AAAAAAAAAC8/UarWOd8MPts/s1600-h/DSCN0307.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gGEeTZ8v0pM/SMjxlsbhsaI/AAAAAAAAAC8/UarWOd8MPts/s320/DSCN0307.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244707395957010850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, here's a view from the top of the mountain once we got a little farther up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gGEeTZ8v0pM/SMjx-DfgnlI/AAAAAAAAADE/vDEM9u0mxYM/s1600-h/DSCN0305.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gGEeTZ8v0pM/SMjx-DfgnlI/AAAAAAAAADE/vDEM9u0mxYM/s320/DSCN0305.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244707814464593490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A couple of weeks ago I got to attend the Oslo Institute and it was fabulous!  I had to go to the missionary class because it was the only one in English, but it was so good.  It was great to get back into the church scene and be with some people my age that are in the church.  I'd say that is one of the hardest things about being here in Norway is that the church isn't very big here and I miss that aspect of being at home.  I get by, though.  This is a pic of the church building I go to in Hamar and also some other pictures of the city of Hamar.  (We meet in the top of the gray building).  I wasn't sure what that little car thing was, but it made me stop and look for a second...if you look closely, you can see that it's plugged in.  :)  It's quite a nice city and I really like to walk around in it.  The last picture is of the bay at the largest Norwegian lake called Mjosa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gGEeTZ8v0pM/SMjzn9le0fI/AAAAAAAAADM/AfSflTporNU/s1600-h/DSCN0314.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gGEeTZ8v0pM/SMjzn9le0fI/AAAAAAAAADM/AfSflTporNU/s320/DSCN0314.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244709633945162226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gGEeTZ8v0pM/SMjzoBVLSfI/AAAAAAAAADU/fi4n78deYkU/s1600-h/DSCN0318.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gGEeTZ8v0pM/SMjzoBVLSfI/AAAAAAAAADU/fi4n78deYkU/s320/DSCN0318.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244709634950515186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gGEeTZ8v0pM/SMjzocTZmII/AAAAAAAAADc/eOYZu_Zsp10/s1600-h/DSCN0312.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gGEeTZ8v0pM/SMjzocTZmII/AAAAAAAAADc/eOYZu_Zsp10/s320/DSCN0312.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244709642190821506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gGEeTZ8v0pM/SMjzotPnmpI/AAAAAAAAADk/AcVCx2Ztb9Q/s1600-h/DSCN0310.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gGEeTZ8v0pM/SMjzotPnmpI/AAAAAAAAADk/AcVCx2Ztb9Q/s320/DSCN0310.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244709646738365074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gGEeTZ8v0pM/SMjzqek22PI/AAAAAAAAADs/BnthnH9YAmw/s1600-h/DSCN0284.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gGEeTZ8v0pM/SMjzqek22PI/AAAAAAAAADs/BnthnH9YAmw/s320/DSCN0284.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244709677160650994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Saturday nights I stay with church members that live around Hamar and sometimes they don't speak English at all....those are fun times.  We all manage just fine, though.  I stayed for a whole weekend with the branch President and his family a couple weekends ago and they all speak English.  They took me to some other cities and to the mall.  :)  I have begun to have a very fine appreciation for waffles with fruit and whipped cream since I got here.   They don't eat it for breakfast so much as they just have it for a treat during the day....either way is fine with me.  Oh, and another thing about Hamar or Norway in general...I paid to pee the last weekend.  Yes, it costed about a dollar to use the bathroom.  I think it's kind of dumb, but if you gotta go, you gotta go, there's no way around it.  You just insert a coin into the door handle and you get to use the bathroom.  That was when I wanted to shout "Free the Pee!"  like in the book/movie Bridge to Terabithia.  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing that my friends started to do is hiding their beer.  :)  It made me laugh the first time...my roommate was hiding something behind her back when I came into the room, so of course I wanted to know what it was....and it turned out to be a beer.  I told her that I knew they drank and they didn't need to hide it.  Then another time they saw me come in and they put it under the table.  :)  They are worried about offending me because they know I don't drink.  :)  They're so nice to me!  I told them not to worry and that I wasn't offended, but they are always careful now.  ha ha ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They are starting the Norwegian class next week, so I soon will be able to learn and speak a tiny bit of the language.  I'm pretty pumped about it.  I'm kind of tired of being in my own little world all the time when I can't understand what anyone's talking about.  Granted...my little world is a pretty nice place to go I must say....they like me there and are very agreeable.  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some things recently that have made me laugh...When talking to a friend about the mountain we were going to hike, he said it might be a little "steepy."  :)  That made me laugh soooo hard!  Now I say it all the time.  Here are some from listening in class, we were talking about habitats being "fragmentated."  I think they like to put '-ated' on the end of words because in my last post I wrote how they said "trafficated."  :)  One thing I misunderstood in class last week was I thought my professor said "dynamic dysentary."  Well, that's not quite what she said....with her accent working on the pronunciation of "dynamic systems theory."  Wow, that one made me smile a little....imagine what dynamic dysentary would be like..... :)  And one last one that made me smile a little.  The prof was talking about a bird called the capercaillie that they're studying a lot and she said "the capercaillie is a big bird living in the forest, we like to kill it and eat it."  Well, hunting is a little more popular here than at home...and they eat what they're studying apparently.  :)  I must say, though, that the word "steepy" is currently at the top of my list of favorites.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gGEeTZ8v0pM/SMj7jZvznfI/AAAAAAAAAD0/2bef5w3FowQ/s1600-h/DSCN0308.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gGEeTZ8v0pM/SMj7jZvznfI/AAAAAAAAAD0/2bef5w3FowQ/s320/DSCN0308.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244718351698337266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh my, I almost forgot to mention another thing.  I was having dinner with some people the other night and here is a description of what was eaten....ok, imagine a few large bowls of big honkin shrimp still in their full shells and antennae.  They shell the shrimp, put a bunch of them on a piece of white buttered bread and then put mayo on top and eat it.  I've learned that it's a traditional summertime dinner often eaten in Southern Norway.  (I did not try it....I'm not a fan of shrimp, but everyone seemed to be enjoying themselves)  I hadn't ever seen anything like this, so here's the picture before everyone started eating...it was interesting to sit there and watch...OH, but there's one more cultural food thing I thought of.  Instead of putting spaghetti sauce on spaghetti, sometimes they just put ketchup.  Um, that's kinda gross in my opinion.  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all the fun stuff I can think of for the moment...I'm sure there's more coming.  :)  The meaning of "Gratulerer Med Dagen" is Happy Birthday.  I learned it last week and it's the only actual phrase I can say.  I know a couple words, but this is the only phrase.  It's a good one.  :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5891222479298338108-8043192286935370360?l=norwenglishlindsey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://norwenglishlindsey.blogspot.com/feeds/8043192286935370360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5891222479298338108&amp;postID=8043192286935370360' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5891222479298338108/posts/default/8043192286935370360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5891222479298338108/posts/default/8043192286935370360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://norwenglishlindsey.blogspot.com/2008/09/gratulerer-med-dagen.html' title='Gratulerer Med Dagen'/><author><name>Lindsey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14567946459766420125</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gGEeTZ8v0pM/SMjtqy2YivI/AAAAAAAAACk/QJz1ACUKeZc/s72-c/DSCN0271.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5891222479298338108.post-656712085604633867</id><published>2008-08-28T13:15:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2008-08-28T14:01:17.884+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Almost 3 weeks</title><content type='html'>I thought I'd say a bit more about my classes since I had some requests.  I only have two classes, ecology and statistics.  The education system is much different than in America.  I had one full week of stats, every day from 9-3, and I've been in my ecology class for 2 weeks now going from 9-12.  After class....there's nothing to do....I don't really have homework, just a little reading.  Most of the time I'm a tad bored.  The classes are ok, not really hard, and I my attention span goes in and out a lot.  I tend to pay attention more when I hear something funny, like when they replace all the v's in English with w's.  Wigorous, wisible, wigilance, awailable, and wicinity are the ones that make me chuckle a little inside.  I should really try to not laugh so hard just because they don't say things correctly.  :)  It's just so funny sometimes I can't help myself.  Another word that made me giggle today was "trafficated."  I'm assuming he meant that the area had more traffic than it had before.  I had to write that one down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing I noticed in my first week of ecology was one tiny means of communication that some Norwegians do.  It really threw me off guard when I noticed it first.  I was talking to my professor and he kept taking sharp intakes of breath at the same time he was talking and listening to me.  It's like when we are surprised and you take a breath in really fast.  So the whole time I am trying to ask a question to him, it sounds as if I am surprising him over and over.  They take a breath in almost at the same time as they would say "yeah" or nodding in agreement.  It really threw me off and it took me twice as long to get my point across because I didn't know that what I was saying was so profound as to surprise him with every word.  I would have liked to see my face as I explained what I was trying to say.  All I could think of was "what did I do???  What did I say??  why is he so shocked??"  and I couldn't decide whether or not to go on.  Very confusing!  I've found out since then that not everyone does that here, just about a third, and some people don't take in quite as deep a breath as others.  So beware if you come here that it's a cultural thing and not something you did or said that creates shock.  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On my train trips last weekend I got to see three moose as I was riding along.  They were all running from the train as we passed.  One was a lone female moose, and the other was a female with a baby.  So I got to see a baby moose!  SO FUN!  Velkommen to Norway!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I try a new candybar every time I go to the store so I can know which ones are good.  So far, they are all good....so now I have to eat them all.  I've recently become addicted to candy and cookies and cannot stop eating them.  I might be the size of one of the moose I saw when I get home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A couple people here want me to eat a real Norwegian breakfast....and it DOES NOT sound like something I'm a fan of.  They say that it's not abnormal to eat fish for breakfast.....I say it is.  They say that I look petrified when they tell me about what they eat.  Well, I think they are right.  I'm a cereal girl, sometimes waffles, pancakes, and scrambled eggs are good, but fish??  Luckily they said that I can spit it out if I don't like it.  I hold them to their promise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I talked to my professors and they said I could take my exams a little early and come home on November 5th so I don't have to switch my ticket dates again.  There's no class in December and I'll only be missing about a week of class altogether, so I get to come home early!  I'm so excited!  I get to have Thanksgiving AND Christmas where they should be spent!  They don't have Thanksgiving here and I would hate to miss out on the best meal of the year!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, this is another thing that's new to me here.  They have this stuff called "snoose."  It's ground up tobacco mixed with salt and something else and they get a little ball of it and put it between their gums and top lip, right above their front teeth and suck on it.  It creates a little bulge under the top lip and when they smile you can see it on top of the front teeth hanging down a little.  They don't spit or anything like chewing tobacco, they just suck on it I guess.  Anyways, it grosses me out a little.  It looks like their teeth are black when they have it in their mouths.  Today I gave it a new name instead of snoose.  It has been appropriately renamed by me as "pirate chew."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have to pick our topics for the masters thesis soon and so I might get to do a project on the Lynx.  So cool!  I also have options of doing a project with moose, deer, rodents, birds, or wolves.  Any would be fun in my opinion, but he Lynx would be the best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't really been many places yet, just the city I go to church in and the other little town where I get groceries, so I don't have much to say on traveling or exploring.  I have a nice view of mountains from my window and I go on bike rides often, so that's been my only traveling.  I'm planning on going to Oslo soon, maybe I'll have more to say then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's about it for now!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5891222479298338108-656712085604633867?l=norwenglishlindsey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://norwenglishlindsey.blogspot.com/feeds/656712085604633867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5891222479298338108&amp;postID=656712085604633867' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5891222479298338108/posts/default/656712085604633867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5891222479298338108/posts/default/656712085604633867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://norwenglishlindsey.blogspot.com/2008/08/almost-3-weeks.html' title='Almost 3 weeks'/><author><name>Lindsey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14567946459766420125</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5891222479298338108.post-8563572108449950162</id><published>2008-08-18T15:34:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-08-18T17:16:27.356+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Week One Down.</title><content type='html'>I'm heading into week two right now of my Norwegian experience with a good attitude.  So far my classes are pretty low-key and I'm not sure if they know the meaning of the word "intense."  The classes don't seem like they will be too hard, but I guess I'll find out quickly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Saturday I took my first of many pilgrimages to the town of Hamar so I can go to church on Sunday.  I've figured out that if I ride a bike to the train stop, it only takes about 8-9 minutes, and then an hour and fifteen minute train ride to the town.  It takes a lot to go to church now!  There's no train going on Sunday morning, so every week I have to sleep at someone's house.  I am incredibly fortunate that the people of the church have taken me in and let me come to their houses.  I've been realizing over the past week just how spoiled Americans are when it comes to church.  I will never take that for granted again...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways....on my train ride there was a man standing by me and he asked me if I spoke French, and it just so happens that I do....however remedial it is!  So this man and I had a whole conversation in French and it was so great!  I was able to communicate in the language I'd studied for years.  I never thought I'd actually get to use that skill!  I understood as I was trying to get the french to come back how it must be for people speaking to me in English here.  Sometimes it's scary to just start speaking in a different language that you're a little unsure about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to the store for the second time today and was a little more successful than the first time.  I still have no clue what anyone's saying or what anything says...but I'm really good at blocking everything out and playing inside my own little world.  I find it's pretty amusing sometimes to imagine what people are actually saying when you really don't know....I get quite a chuckle out of some thoughts.  Also, sometimes when people are speaking english, they don't necessarily sound like the English I'm used to hearing.  Another funny one I "heard"......I thought my professor said we needed an "electrode" on excel....well, I certainly didn't know why the heck you'd ever need an electrode for statistics.  Then it dawned on me that he said "a lecture"....I need to pay attention better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are wild blueberries and raspberries growing all over and I can just pick and eat them...pretty tasty...and free.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another thing I've discovered since being here is Norwegians are just as proud of being Norwegian as Americans are for being American....they love their country.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to get some pictures in this soon, I promise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm proud to be an American in Norway and to come from the land of the free and the home of the brave!  It's fun to be the odd one.  :)  Yesterday some guy I met said "oh, you're the American?"  Made me proud.  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And just to confirm some myths that float around about the people of Norway....they are beautiful...everyone is practically.  It's uncanny how so many people can be good-looking, it's kinda like being at BYU again.....only WAY different.  I never knew there were so many blonds in the world.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5891222479298338108-8563572108449950162?l=norwenglishlindsey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://norwenglishlindsey.blogspot.com/feeds/8563572108449950162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5891222479298338108&amp;postID=8563572108449950162' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5891222479298338108/posts/default/8563572108449950162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5891222479298338108/posts/default/8563572108449950162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://norwenglishlindsey.blogspot.com/2008/08/week-one-down.html' title='Week One Down.'/><author><name>Lindsey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14567946459766420125</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5891222479298338108.post-3266366141022706538</id><published>2008-08-13T12:13:00.006+02:00</published><updated>2008-08-28T14:28:34.639+02:00</updated><title type='text'>The First Few Days</title><content type='html'>I had a few hours between my train rides where I found out where the church that I will be going to was.  It just so happens to be about a block from the train station in a little town called Hamar.  I couldn't find it at first, but I finally recognized the name plate with the familiar block lettering of the church.  Luckily I found that because I certainly couldn't read what it actually said.  Most people speak English in Norway, so it's nice to know that all you have to do is ask for help, and they are very happy to help in any way they can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found the church building, or floor of the building as the case may be, and I happened to be in time for the last 10-15 minutes of Sacrament Meeting.  I had absolutely no clue what they were saying, but it was so nice to be there among the Norwegian saints.  It turned out that there were several Americans within this little branch of about 20 people.  It wasn't hard to find them!  There was even someone translating for them, which makes me so happy!  At the end of the meeting, I met several people and was graciously forced to go home with an older couple for dinner.  This is when my Norwegian experiences started....&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gGEeTZ8v0pM/SLaUaQ31jQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/o8vgo9yHkCw/s1600-h/DSCN0246.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 256px; height: 192px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gGEeTZ8v0pM/SLaUaQ31jQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/o8vgo9yHkCw/s320/DSCN0246.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239538395418823938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before I went home with the couple, the Holths, I was told that they would be having "fish pudding."  Now I don't know about the rest of you, but that doesn't have the ring of something that's particularly good to the taste buds.  She, Sister Holth, said that it's ground fish mixed with milk, spices, and something else that I don't care to remember.  With some luck I got out of eating it.....but who knows what is next.......but don't get me wrong, the Holths are great, I love them and they are good representatives of the caring people of Norway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Holths dropped me off at the train station after dinner where I then completed my last leg of the journey to Evenstad.  While riding the train we stopped several times in different towns along the way and I took in the beauty of Norway.  The whole train ride is along a giant long lake that really looks like a river.  The train finally &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gGEeTZ8v0pM/SLaYa4wvJ-I/AAAAAAAAAA8/f_9d53aXLks/s1600-h/DSCN0273.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gGEeTZ8v0pM/SLaYa4wvJ-I/AAAAAAAAAA8/f_9d53aXLks/s320/DSCN0273.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239542804172974050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;got to the Evenstad stop after a while and there wasn't even a station or hut or anything.  It was just a stop....you get off and there's no concrete slab or anything, just gravel.   (ok, so there really is a little hut as you can see to your right in the picture).  Evenstad truly is in the middle of nowhere, just like they say on the website.  There were two other students/interns there to meet me and they took me to my little box/my dorm room on campus.  By this time of my journey, all I wanted to do was sleep.  The kids kicking my seat during my 8 hour flight didn't give me much time to sleep and the other trips were so much shorter that I really didn't sleep but a few hours total.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day I went shopping at the little grocery store for the first time, which is about a 15-20 minute drive away fro&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gGEeTZ8v0pM/SLaVnhYvBwI/AAAAAAAAAAU/cnC9-SOyuwk/s1600-h/DSCN0247.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gGEeTZ8v0pM/SLaVnhYvBwI/AAAAAAAAAAU/cnC9-SOyuwk/s320/DSCN0247.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239539722701702914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;m the campus.  I had no idea what was in the boxes and packages because it's all written in Norwegian.  I did see some Special K, which I snagged quickly, and if I need some chocolate, they've got some Twix (which just so happens to be my favorite candy bar).  The people I went with had to help me shop....that's embarassing....can't even buy food without help.  You should've seen me trying to get a bottle of water at the airport, I had to ask the lady if it was just regular water without anything in it because for all I know they could put spinach and fish pudding in there and I'd never know the difference.  Plus, the bottles are fancier than they are in the US and they kind of look like liquor bottles....maybe that's why they cost so much too.......I had heard before I came here that a McDonalds meal could run me around $30 and now I know they weren't kidding.....   (the picture is in Koppang, where the little grocery store is)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the shopping I got a tour of campus....which took about 15-20 minutes looking at ALL the buildings...3 buildings precisely....and one's a student bar connected to some dorms.  The newest building on campus is the one I go to for class and every time you enter, you have to take off your shoes.  Yes, take off your shoes.  You are not allowed to enter the building with shoes on.  So every day I go to class, I go in just my socks.  They like to keep the newer building clean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gGEeTZ8v0pM/SLaWu43GM8I/AAAAAAAAAAc/mURH8b6_6mM/s1600-h/DSCN0262.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 327px; height: 245px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gGEeTZ8v0pM/SLaWu43GM8I/AAAAAAAAAAc/mURH8b6_6mM/s320/DSCN0262.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239540948773778370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gGEeTZ8v0pM/SLaWvMSSihI/AAAAAAAAAAk/4xEouPkHKeU/s1600-h/DSCN0263.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 327px; height: 244px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gGEeTZ8v0pM/SLaWvMSSihI/AAAAAAAAAAk/4xEouPkHKeU/s320/DSCN0263.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239540953988106770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pic on top is the campus sign welcoming you and the red building is the clean building where you have to take off your shoes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't worn anything but wintery clothes since I got here.  I stepped out of the airport in Oslo and I had to put on my heavier jacket.  It was great!  So nice to get out of the 100 degree weather!  It's been in the 50s and 60s since I got here and I love it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some things that I make me laugh:&lt;br /&gt;1.  One name here is "Knut," actually pronounces "K-noot" and every time I think of it, it makes me chuckle.  Sometimes you feel like a Knut, sometimes you don't.....&lt;br /&gt;2.  Taking off my shoes to go to class&lt;br /&gt;3. There are happy dogs everywhere, they are allowed in the housing.&lt;br /&gt;4. Sometimes Norwegians don't wear deodorant....sometimes it's not so funny....luckily the younger ones do...&lt;br /&gt;5. The word for an orange is "appelsin," what a surprise if you expect apple juice and get some orange juice instead...&lt;br /&gt;6. When I try to pronounce peoples' names and they look at me funny because I ask them to repeat it, and then I slaughter it over and over again.&lt;br /&gt;7. When the word I have to type is actually "skoglemen" and I write "skogLEMON" because that's how it sounds.  I got quite a laugh out of that, as did the people around me.&lt;br /&gt;8. When you go to a barbeque and you don't know if you should eat anything.  I had a hamburger, but it did not taste like your standard hamburger...it didn't really look like it either....who knows what I ate....but they did CALL it a hamburger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure there are more stories to come, but I'm all out of juice for the moment.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5891222479298338108-3266366141022706538?l=norwenglishlindsey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://norwenglishlindsey.blogspot.com/feeds/3266366141022706538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5891222479298338108&amp;postID=3266366141022706538' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5891222479298338108/posts/default/3266366141022706538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5891222479298338108/posts/default/3266366141022706538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://norwenglishlindsey.blogspot.com/2008/08/first-few-days.html' title='The First Few Days'/><author><name>Lindsey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14567946459766420125</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gGEeTZ8v0pM/SLaUaQ31jQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/o8vgo9yHkCw/s72-c/DSCN0246.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5891222479298338108.post-8683766196963396554</id><published>2008-08-13T09:01:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-08-13T10:52:23.200+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Travel to Norway....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll start by saying that if you are going to buy a plane ticket to Norway, make the return date within 90 days of leaving....otherwise, the airline won't check you in to your flight.  I learned this first-hand.  I was at the airport ready to send myself off for 4 months and because I didn't have my visa yet and I wasn't returning for over 90 days, they wouldn't check me in!  You can visit for up to 90 days, that's it, there's no way around it without a visa.  So as I was talking to the airline people trying to switch my ticket to the 90 day window, I missed my flight.  That was the start to my journey.  After almost 3 hours on the phone I finally got my ticket switched (with a nice large fee) to the next day and returning within that magic 90 day window.  I was off.  Three airports, 3 planes, and 2 train rides later, I finally arrived in Evenstad, Norway.  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