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My grandfather is at the emergency room again, feeling short of breath. This is how he ended up there to begin with and all the times he landed back in the hospital after his heart surgery. He had a pacemaker put in and hasn't had any trouble for months, though, so it's disappointing, to say the least, to think that he might still be having trouble with it. (Water builds up around his lungs.) On the other hand, nothing to say that there's much wrong yet, so I'm hoping it'll all turn out okay.

I spent most of the day working.. I had to go in and help open from 8-10 so I would know what to do tomorrow morning. I'm not particularly looking forward to work tomorrow. I guess that's the definition of work, but still. I've decided that I want to go to Cinci on Saturday to go to Jungle Jim's. It's supposed to be very cool, and it certain seems like it is from the website. (here) They have an entire aisle dedicated to Scandinavian stuff. Yes, I know some of you have whole stores, but we got Liquor Barn and knäckebröd, so hush already. ;)

You know, I don't even really miss anything that I would be likely to find at a store like this. I just want to force stuff from home on M, who doesn't seem to care one way or another most of the time. I'm sure that says something about me. He's more well-adjusted than I am, half the time, but I still worry about what he has here as opposed to what he had there. And it's not that his life was all that particularly terrific. He had a really good job that he didn't like, a 40-year-old car and a tiny little house-type thing... just your average mid-twenties single guy who spent too much too online. Now, of course, he has a potentially good job, a couple of newer cars without a shred of personality (other than the Mazda being moody) and a very becoming, fully paid-for, no-rent ... eh, well, it is a trailer, but it's twice the size of his old place!. ;) My point was just that now he's a typical late-twenties married guy who spends entirely too much time online, but I still think he might somehow be happier without me, living a normal life again. And the stupid thing is that I don't even really think that, I just worry about it. Pardon my modesty, but I happen to realize that I make him deliriously happy and he doesn't care where we live as long as we're together. He probably just loves it that I publically announce his besottedness and sentimentality all the time, doesn't he? Very macho. *egrin*

Remember how I said I'm a compulsive worrier? I even worry about things I honestly know that I don't have to worry about! I'm such a dork.

Oh, I just realized that I said I spent most of the day working and classified that as 8-10 and then got into something else and didn't elaborate on how that was most of the day. I didn't end up getting home until nearly 11, and then I worked nonstop until 3 on forms and price signs. I've printed cute little signs with fruit on them for the entire store (spent an insane amount of time on this, but I've saved each file individually, at least, because there will be a LOT of printing, as produce changes price a lot.) But what took the most time was a job specially designed for papery girls like me. I created four custom forms for Dad for his record-keeping things. He didn't much like the ones that he had, so he told me what he wanted and asked me to make them for him. It took a little longer than I planned, and I didn't even go crazy with fonts and colors. One of them turned out extremely well, if I do say so myself.

I'm thankful daily for my college degree. ;)

If you remember the really sappy entry a while back, I said that I thought it was adorable the way M speaks Swedish to me without meaning to, although it hasn't happened in a while. After he read that, he pointed out that he does it all the time, but I don't notice it anymore. Since then, we've listened for it in a different way, and I've come to realize that he's right. Usually, it's just little things like "nej" instead of "no" and a y instead of a j, but the other night on the way to Kroger, he said, speaking of another car, "swoosh iväg". *giggle* (away) I have no idea why that's so irresistably cute.

I have no idea what's gotten into me. My dad would probably say that I've been vaccinated with a Victrola needle. I just can't seem to shut up. I had to stop myself from telling at least three substories. I'll try to remember some of them for another day, but I probably won't. I'm ditzy like that sometimes. And

totte, if you say "Sometimes?!" in that incredulous tone when you read this, I'll bite you and make you sleep on the floor. Aarrgh. I have to go to bed or I'll keep writing. G'night!

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You should have told the stories. Rambles are fun! Of course, you might know by now that I like rambles. I feel guilty sometimes and worry that I've made Mike's life horrible by moving here, and he always gets mad at me for saying that because he says I make him so happy. I'm just a worrier I guess. I always worry that I'm not cooking Swedish meals for him, so I always try to get him to tell me what he used to eat before I moved here and so far the only answer he can come up with is "bread". No wonder he's so skinny.

Hehe! Bread! Magnus is a huge bread fan, too. If I let him, he would eat sandwiches for every meal. He was telling me something the other day about how one of the big nutrition people a few years back said that everyone should eat eight pieces of bread a day and that sort of discredited the whole nutrition community because who would ever eat eight pieces of bread.. but Magnus was just very happy about it because it meant he should have more sandwiches. Boys are weird. I try to come up with Swedish stuff to cook for him, but he never really tells me anything that he wants to have, so it's tough.

And.. who, you? Ramble? No way! :)

Well, actually, at the time, being recommended to eat eight slices a day meant I should have reduced my bread intake. It's not easy being me. Now I'm just waiting for the big "you-need-to-eat-a-quart-of-ice-cream-a-day" report and I'll be set! Oh, well, maybe with the addition about the amazing benefits of beer and chicken wings.

I hope you don't hold your breath while you wait! :)

Kisha, I hope your grandpa is okay. It's always a worry when close family is ill. I have to say that I am a chronic worrier too. I sometimes tell Lars-Göran the worries that go through my head (and the relationship ones bear an uncanny resemblance to yours!) and he just rolls his eyes, shakes his head and tells me that for someone who is supposed to be quite smart, I can sometimes be incredibly DUMB. But I still worry a lot anyway.

Thanks for the good wishes about the grandfather.. turns out he's cold/flu sick and not heart-sick, so that's definitely a good thing.

That's a good response from L-G. *giggle*

You are so funny, and I think you guys just seem so cute and fun together :) I worry about that stuff too, so you're not alone.
I hope your grandfather is on the speedy road to recovery and there are no complications. I'll be thinking about you guys!

Thank you! We are very cute and fun! rofl. :)

It seems that the grandfather isn't seriously sick, so I'm very happy about that. Thanks for the good wishes!