Blueberries in my face, no shirt (due to blueberry accident), tights worn backwards with the tag sticking out and rain boots.

When you grow quickly people tend buy you presents that doesn't fit straight away. Then you don't have to risk getting things that are already too small. I got these shoes from my aunt and uncle. Dad got a school bus with blinking lights or maybe the tags on the packages got mixed up?

Christmas trees often come with all kinds of bugs and spiders. Ours came with a dinosaur.

Our debt due to the bank collapse is now in the making. We're staring to get numbers for the loans Iceland has to take. My share is 4,5 million krona. In today's lousy exchange rate that makes just about 260.000SEK. This is my new terrorist training outfit. Also check out the good company we're in.

I forgot to say thanks for all the nice presents I got for my birthday. I got so many things I can't mention them all here. Though I just had to post a picture of this Icelandic sweater my friend knitted for me.

This is what I would have looked like if I had lived in the 50:s. If you wonder what you would have looked like in the past you can check it out here. You have to use Internet Explorer. Some of the people that read my blog and don't know me in person have asked what my parents look like so here are pictures of them as well.

I was sent to my grandparents to get some rest after the last hard days of killing and looting. I got to sleep over. I slept from 7 pm until almost 9 am and then I went to sleep at noon and was still fast asleep at 4pm. Do I have to mention I have been quiet tired lately of all the parties and stuff. I also have a cold.

This is how stylish I looked when we were picked up by the rubber boat after the stay in Jökulfirðir (the glacier fjords).

Don't you just hate those days?

This is my new look. When it comes to looking like an old lady I think this is as close as I get. The truth is my cousin was babysitting me today and thought this looked so sweet.

What's with the theme days at dad's work? Last Friday it was the punk hairdo and today he went
to work wearing a blue dress with silver details.
I thought computer nerds were supposed to dress
more like this at work:
Anyway, I managed to throw up on dad's new dress so now he has to wash it before he can wear it again.
It is much easier to crossdress as a baby. I'm quiet
experienced myself. I was young and innocent. I
managed to fool all the nurses that I was an adorable
little girl when the fact was they only ran out of baby
blue outfits at the hospital.

Today I went to the park. Mum didn't bring me anything to eat so I tried my new shoes. Mum is on a diet. She wouldn't have any.

It took dad hours to get ready for work today. This is the result. I also want a hairdo like this but he tells me my hair is too short. So unfair. There must be extensions for babies as well don't you think? I mean it can be quiet embarrassing having to wait for your hair to grow while all the other babies have hair already or getting those bald spots from sleeping too much on your back.

Here is a follow up on yesterday's post to rule out any concerns about me not being dressed properly in Sweden. Elderly people tend to worry about those things. But there is no need to call the Child Protection Agencies. Although it is kind of difficult to move around dressed like this.