Bad or Not?

Things have been really stressed around the house. With the duck getting attacked, racing season starting, Motor City Knits launching, Boys job, things are just crazy. Even though things have been crazy, I found time to read a box called "Riding The Bus With My Sister". For those of you how dont know about it, its a real life story about a women and her struggles with dealing with her mentally challanged sister. Reading it helped me understand that Im not the only one who gets frustrated with a mentally challanged family memeber. So here is my point: Boy's sister is mentally challanged. Some days she is totally on her game and you would never know that there was something wrong. Then other times she it so stupid (its what we call it when she is have an off day. We dont actually call her stupid) and she can bearly get out of bed, get dressed or tie her own shoes. She also has wild mood swings. One minute she loves you, then next you on her shit list and you dont exsist in her world. Its so annoying because when your on her shit list she is a totally BITCH and it will driving you nuts. Case in point, when we were at the race track she was filming Boys pass and when I asked her if she got footage she said no. Then 10 mintures later she staanding there showing Boy and his friend the footage she hhad gotten. When I walked upped the clip was just ending and she was like "Oops, its over" and slapped the side screen closed. I was pissed. Really pissed. I dont care if she gets attitude with me at home, but when she pulls this shit at the race track in's very unacceptable and she knows better. I know it may not sound like much, but added with all the other little tud's she gives you on any given day for no reason, makes you just flat out pissed. Boy was like "Are you fighting with a retarded person?" I guess yes. She is very hard and annoying to deal with. When she gets her attitude, she is impossible to be around because you want to just smack her up side her head. She is also a repeater when she talks so she says stuff twice. In a convo, its enough to make you mad. But the worst is her lying. My god does that women tell some lies. You can never believe what she says be 50% or more is lies.
Does this make me a bad person to be annoyed with a metallt challenged person? There are just days I dont want to talk on ends about horses with her, I just feel bad being annoyed with her, when its not her fault. I know she cant help it, but somedays she is so normal and your like Yesss! She is in this world today. Then on her bad days she'll drive you fucking crazy
I dont know. I just feel bad about it. My couch meds are kicking in so Im fading. I'll touch more on this tomorrow.

Just a quick pantie change...

I dont know what the hell has been up, but I have been having some just overtly sexual dreams lately. I cant understand. Every morning I wake up drenched in sweat and wet from a true life wet dream. Now dont get me wrong, Im not complaining one bit. Who would complain about something like that? I dont even need to be awake to have an orgasm, its fucking awesome! I just cant understand why Im having them so much lately. My sex life is great. I wonder if its just a change in hormones or something. Whatever it is, is strange, but Im not gonna wish it away. It stay as long as it wants :grin:

On the duck front, everything is great. He is eating all by himself, even though we are still feeding him by hand 4 times a day to make sure he is getting enough food. He has started playing and quaking again. I was standing downstairs with my back to his cage and I feel a pinch on my back and on my arm. I turn around and that little shit had his head between the bars biting me!!! I started chasing him in the cage and he was quaking and playing with me and it reassured me that he was definatly getting better. That and he is eating and drinking on his own and his beak is healing wonderfully. It doesnt even occur to him that anything is wrong with him. Its great. My female, Peanut, though is not thrilled by all this. She isnt taking to him very well. She keeps pecking at him. I suspect its because he isnt "whole" in her eyes and she doesnt like it. I hope that after we get his prostetic beak she'll be fine. I hope.

Today

Yesterday: It is super crazy, but he is doing really well today. We gave him his pain meds and antibiotics this morning and he got that all done fine. It just took 3 hours to give him the pain meds, anti’s and some food. The serenge thing for everything is a pain and he is showing us he feels the same by trying to bite the serenge :giggle: Looks like he back to his old self. He is alert today because all that shit from yesterday wore off. He is doing his quaking again, which was always soft and wonderful to hear again, and he played in the pool this morning loving the warm water. He cant splash water on himself because he cant really turn his head much which was how he got water on him, so we splash him and he shakes around, and flaps his wings and trys to act normal which is nice to see. He is realizing there is something wrong with his beak because when he tried to pren himself, he realized he cant and it hurts and its hard to watch, I feel bad watching. He is also opening and closing his mouth trying to figure out whats wrong with it and why he cant eat. But he was going after lettuce we ripped up in the pool which shows us he does have an appitite.
Marete, we are almost possitive it was a raccoon that got him. Its the only thing big enough to do that kind of damage. Had it been a dog, there would be nothing left except for some feathers. Lucky for me, raccoons are considered a “nusence animal” so your allowed to kill them. We’ve had a raccoon problem for a long time, with them destroying stuff, so now Im going to fix that. A .22 handgun works perfect for such a problem. And before anyone asks, no I dont care about killing them, doesnt bother me a bit. Natural consiquences for fucking with my duck.
Last night was aweful with him. He got mad and tried to bite the rubber serenge and ended up hitting something on his beak and he started bleeding. The bleeding wouldnt stop and it was just dripping down his tongue onto the floor and every time he shook his head, he flung blood on me. I had to stick him in a warm pool to get the bleeding to stop and by the time we were done, I was covered in blood. I came home and got into the shower and as I was standing watching the blood go down the drain and wished that whatever attacked him had finished the job. It was just so aweful to see him that way. I know thats a bad thing to think, its just not fair to him. He never did anything to anybody and he, like Sissy, doesnt understand why this happened to him and whats wrong with him.

Today:Good duck news: He is eating food!!! We are mashing his regular food up with water turning it into paste, putting it on his tongue, then using the powered food mixed in the water to drop on his tongue so he’ll open his mouth and eat the food paste. He ate a nice little bit. Thats really great. And he likes to have his tongue stroked. I have no idea why, but he does. He had some layers taken off his tongue and the vet described it as being like a burn when you drink something hot. His tongue also when from white to pink finally so he’s getting good blood flow to it, and it appears that his beak is scabbing over because its turning white. He is also feeling like his old self again because he is talking to the dryer when there is no one in the basement. Considering he is my duck, its not suprising that he’s a little retarded and talks to the dryer. But its loud and he is talking to it. And when you walk but the cage, he pokes his head between the bars and trys to bit you, something he always did playfully before. He is spending more time in his pool playing around. He wants to go be by Peanut so bad but she actually doesnt want anything to really do with him. She actually tried to attack him a couple times so we cant let her really be by him because were too afraid she’s bite his beak. I have no idea why sheis acting this way. The only thing I can think of is he still might smell like whatever attacked them. And we realized that Peanut has claw or bite marks down her beak. We figure whatever attacked tried to ger her first and he went after it trying to protect her.

He one strong little duck. And lucky. I want to take a picture so I can document the healing in his beak over time. I’m post pictures in here and if people want to look they can and if they dont, they dont have too. Im just giving everyone a heads up.

Sigh

It has been a very sad and horrible day in the household. Nothing really feels real. Last night, when everyone got home (it was after dark), Sissy (Boys sister) went down to get the ducks. She comes racing back saything that the gate was open and the ducks werent in the pen :onsetpaniccmode: We start calling for them and from the other side of the pool (across the yard) we hear Sissy’s female Peanut just shrieking and quaking and carring on. As soon as she saw Sissy she raced toward her and was just talking and shrieking away. The we realize our male, Mister isnt with her. So we start looking for him and we couldnt find him anywhere. Peanut is still freaking out so at this point everyone, except for Sissy, realize soemthing is wrong and it isnt going to be pretty. We send her in the garage to start getting Peanut ready for bed and to try and get her calmed down while everyone else searched the yard, and I took the field. I walked the entire perimitor of our property (14 acres) and then started searching the field grid style. At this point I wasnt really looking for Mister, I was looking for a body. When I got the the middle of the field it where its thick with brush and what not, I stopped and was listening to see if I could here him quaking, because he always quakes and thats how we were looking for him by trying to listen and see if we could hear him. I heard some ruslting in ther brush and I stopped to listen, but I didnt hear any quakes, figured it was a rabbit and kept searching. I was all up and in the thick but I didnt see anything. We gave up after an hour and said we’ll look for him in the morning because it was all we could do. And by “we” I meant me, boy and his mom to look for a body so Sissy didnt have to see it.
Well our phone rang at 4:30am and it was Boys mom saying that the duck had come back, but it had been attacked really bad and we needed to take it to the vets. I got up and put clothes on then went over there. I wasnt really sure what to expect, but it sure as hell wasnt what I saw. It was just horrible, and Ive seen some really nasty stuff working in the pet store. Sissy was on the floor hugging him and she was in shock and she just said “Look Jess, my baby came home.” I dont think she even really saw what was wrong or understood what happened (she is mentally retarded for those of you who dont know). I took one look, held my breath while my stomach just fell through the floor and told her I had seen worse and we’ll take care of it and everything will be okay. We finally tracked down a 24 hour ER vet that saw birds and hour away, I grabbed the GPS, and at 5am, Boys mom, sister, duck and I jumped in the Jeep to the Vet. Sissy explained from the back of the Jeep that she had gotten up to pee and she was standing at the window in that bathroom and she saw Mister walk up from the field, hop through a hole in the fence around the pool and jumped in the pool. She went running out there before anyone could stop her and as soon as he heard her voice and she got the the edge of the pool, he swan straight over to her so she coud pick him up and bring him in. I guess once he was safe in the garage he just kinda collasped in a sort because he was finally safe. I have no idea how that duck made it back from anywhere.
This is what I saw. His entire beak was shredded. It was just aweful. There were chunks of it just hanging everywhere and there was blood from it everywhere and his tongue was just laying out among the pulp. I couldnt decipher the top beak, which was pretty much gone, from the bottom. I dont have any idea how that duck made it back home. Seriously. It should of been dead. I wouldnt even take a picture to show you guys how bad it is because its so bad. I can bearly stand to look at him, and Boy just freaks out and wont look.
The second we got to the vet, which was empty, they took him in the back, despite Sissy insisting she go with him, and gave him some WAY over due pain meds and to look him over and asses what was going on. She came in a little bit later, with a chair, and sat down. She layed it out very simply and very nicely. He was hurt really bad. He had been attacked and she want sure why, whatever attacked him, didnt finish the job. She said putting him to sleep was not a bad option. This is imediatly shot down by Sissy. She said his beak was obviously really bad. Her main concerns where him being able to eat again, because so much of his beak was torn off and missing and they cant eat with out a top bill. He aslo had three other bad bite marks, one really deep one right on top of his head and two on each side of his neck. I asked if they could put in a feeding tube, and she said normally yes, but since he had the two bite marks on both sides of his neck, she was afraid it would get infected and therefo wasnt a option, for right now. We talked back and forth about what potiential problems could be, and she said if he makes it, because he is missing so much beak and it wont grow back, that he is going to have to have a prostetic beak made for him and put on so he could eat normally again. A prostetic beak? I was speechless. She said she was going to put him under so she could explore the wounds better and clean up his bill and see what other damage there was. If he had severe trauma to the underside of his beak and was slit on both sides all the way down, then there wasnt anything we could do for his. There would be too much damage that wasnt fixable. It would also give her more time to check out the other wounds on him. She said give her about an hour, and she would call us back and discuss what her findings were. She said she wanted to keep him sleeping incase some other actions needed to be made, like putting him down. So we took a freaked out Sissy to McDonalds and got breakfast, tried to re-assure her that it wasnt her fault, that Mister should be fine, but if for some reason he isnt, she needs to think about whats best for him, instead of whats best for us. We then walked around the little farmers market for a bit, got her to smile, then went back to the vets and she was just getting done. She said he was very slowly waking up in the back. She said she removed as much of the damaged beak as she could, surgical glued the one slit on his lower jaw, which she said was in very good shape considering what the top looked like, plucked all the feathers out around his neck to she could see the wounds and clean them. She said luckly his nose and pallate were still in tact and fine, but about less then a half of an inch from his nose and down was missing. His tongue is almost fully exposed. She said she honestly wasnt sure if he was going to make it. He was a strong duck. He made it through the attack, then back home hours after the attack. She said he was more then likely protecting Peanut and then got dragged away. He was probably the reason she was still alive. And trust me, things would of been a 100 times worse if this had happen to Peanut. Sissy would die if anything happened to Peanut. So she gave us liquid pain meds, antibiotics, antibiotic cream, Petrolium Jelly to put on his wounds to keep them from getting dry, and a special powered food stuff that I have to mix with warm water and feed him every four hours with a big plastic serenge because he cant eat on his own.
We are keeping him in the basment because its very, very, very, very important that he stay clean at all times (no poop), stay warm, have clean water, and stay away from flies (maggots). He’s still really groggy from them knocking him out. But when I fed him for the first time he responded by eating ask much as I could squirt in. Then I discovered that if you put it in a deep bowl of water, he can drink, which the doctor didnt think he could do. If the waters deep enough, he can get enough of his beak in to where its missing for him to “drink normal”. He really is trying, its so wonderful. Our biggest challenges right now are fighting the infection, and nutrien because he cant eat on his own. So were keeping him warm and clean, and feeding him and weighing him. He looks just aweful and I can bearly look at him but I have too. I have to be the strong one. I dont want Sissy to freak out, so if she see’s me fine, she stays calm. So Im on duty 24-7 taking care of the duck who shouldnt be here with half a face.

Death By Garden

The garden hath killed me. I was feeling better yesterday after being so damn sick all week so I caught up on all my fish stuff (water changes, skimmer cleaning, tank scraping, etc.), then I decided I needed to get my plants from the basement, outside to the garden. I was still running a high fever yesterday (about 100.0), so I wasnt planing on planting everything I had in the basement. I just wanted to get my pole and bush beans out, because they were growing taller and I had to get them outside and strung along poles before they got too big, tipped over and died. I was burning up all day and by the time I was done I was wiped out. I can bearly move today my legs and knees hurt so bad. But I cut some stakes on the ban saw and pounded them in the ground, then strung them with string and re-planeted my little baby sprouts that were almost 2 feet tall. I got this big burst of energy so I decided to re-plant all my garnden plants from the basement too the outside garden. A big mistake maybe? Ask my legs and knees. They are not fans of me right now.

Now my garden is fairly large this year, 23 feet by 5 feet on the one side of the garage, and 30 feet by 4 feet on the back of the garage, and I still ran out of room!!! And I havent even planted the main bulk of my watermelon, canatlope, pumpkins spinich, herbs and pickles yet! Anyway, I ended planting all my beans, the sprouts and seeds for the next collecting, cucumbers, yellow and green squash, radishes, okra sprouts, carrots, two kinds of lettuce, brocoli, califlower, watermelon, cantalope, and....I think that might be all, but Im not sure. Oh, I still need to get some tomato plants when I find then nice and cheap. All I know is my garden is HUGE this year, and it took me almost 6 hours to get everything in the ground, my hills hoed out, chunks raked out, different stuff staked out so I know where one thing ends and another begins, all that jazz. Im very proud of my garden because thus far, I've had more of a black thumb then a green thumb up until last year when my garden blew up and took off. I was so excited so I expanded it to the whole side of the garage and the back, plus a nice chunk out in the field for the vast majority of my vining plants like melons and pumpkins so they dont snuff out all the other stuff around it. Im really begining to enjoy watching my garden grow and eat the things Im growing. That and alot of what Im growing is going towards feeding my Uromastyxs and my tortoise Martin, who is a giant Afrian Spurred Tortoise thats 16 years old, weighs about 130 lbs, and is about 4 feet by two feet large. He's a big boy and he eats like a PIG!!! He lives at my dads store because he is WAY too damn big to take anywhere and I dont want his ass here because I dont have a place at my house to house a tortoise that can take out the studs in my house like they were toothpicks and that is 82 degrees or hotter all year round. And I dont want a reptilian cow that smells like shit in my house either. I'll have to get a picture of Martin to show you guys, because I dont think I have any that arent on my phone. As much as he annoys the hell out of me because he acts like a dog and follows me around and begs for food, is always in my way, always trying to crawl in my lap still even though he could break my legs if he really wanted too, IS really cool, because how many people can say they have one of the giant tortoises of the world (the 3rd largest in fact) as a pet? Im just so used to him being around (Ive had him for 16 years!) that I forget that almost no one has a giant turtle as a pet.

Its been raining all day but I dont mind. Everything needed the rain. Its all green and beautiful outside. Everything is blooming and smells so nice. I love when spring is in full swing like this. Lets just pray it doesnt freeze at night again.

Itchy Rash

Ok, so maybe the kick ass cough medicine isnt so kick ass after all. I have a giant rash all over my body and it itches. Guess Im still allergic to Codeine after all :Oops: Its all over everything, and now its starting to itch, AHhhh!!! I want to take some Benydril but I dont want to fall asleep again because I lost out on another day yesterday. I fell asleep at about 3:30 again and didnt wake up till 7 this morning. Only this time I didnt see Boy at all.

It still feels like someone kicked me in the chest, and Im still coughing, but I think I should stay away from it for a while. If I go out in public, I have a good chance of someone calling the hazmat team on me :Eep!: My face feels all funny from the rash and from it peeling from my sunburn. What a weird combo. But at least its not poison ivy. Poison Ivy and I do not get along. I get it every year, and Im sure someone of you know my woes with it. I got it in a rather, unpleaseant place last year, like, down there... The only way I can think that I could of gotten it there was when I came in too pee, I didnt wash my hands good enough before or when I went to get into the shower. Either way, it fucking sucked.

Im on this mission now to learn how to knit some hard core Fair Isle now. Norway totally inspired me to take my knitting to a whole nother level. I want to be able to knit myself the kind of sweaters I saw in Norway. Its going to be so awesome, proven I can do it. I just need to find some patterns (probably from the library) and just do it. It may take awhile because colorwork is hard as hell, but I know I'll get it eventually, after Ive threatend to kill, break and burn everything around me.

Ok, I think Im going to try and get some knitting done. Im almost done with my 2 socks on 2 circs. I cant wait till I start the other pair of socks with the yarn I got from Ms. Angelia at Blackthrone Fibers. Their going to be beautiful!!!

The Horrid Ick

Yesterday:
:cough: :hack: :sniffle: I has the Ick :ohnoes!!: I knew it would probably happen from being on the plane so long. I feel asleep all nice a nd cuddle to the Boy last night, then around 1:30am my throat started hurting. I tried to ignore it, but it just got worse and worse. So I went down stairs and tried to sleep with some cough drops, but on luck. I was just getting medicine tummy :yuck: So I grabbed my head lamp and my book and went and read with the fishies from 2:30am till about now. Im peeved, because Im super tired and not fulley adjusted to the time difference yet, and now Im sick. My throat is on fire, and I know its strep. Boy told me to go to the doctors and I was like, no, I’ll just ave her call me in a script, but he was very adimit that I go to the doctors today which is weird because he always tells me I dont need to go. Hum. So Im going to try to get in today. It hurts to just open my mouth. Ahhh, I hate planes. So now Im just cuddled up in mai chair by the fishies waiting for the doctors to open so I can call and sneak in. Im starving, but everything hurts going down except ice cream . I had three ice cream sammies at about 5am because I had medicine tummy so bad I couldnt stand it. Stooopid cough drops :bleeeck:

Today:
Turns out tis was a good idea to go to the doctors. I have the Bronch :feck: I have no idea how it manifested itself in less then 12 hours, but it did. The doctor was like, you dont look well at all. So she had a listen to the chest and said there was some yucka gurgles in there and while she was listening she was like, your burning up, have you taken your temp. I said no, so she took it and it was 101.0 :oops: No wonder I was feeling light headed and my eyes were burning and I kept getting hot and cold. And the cough I had was horrid (but probably not as bad as yours Marete, thank goodness), it hurt so bad to cough, and it still does. So she gave me a script for a Z-pack and some serious big boy cough medicine with codine in it. I had to start with the Z-pack because Im allergic to most antibiotics because Im allergic to penicillin, sulfa and keflex. She told me if it doesnt appear to be working by the time its done, to call her right away so she can start me on something else becfore it turns into something way worse.
So I took the couch medicine yesterday around 3pm. The last thing I remeber is talking to Boys mom around 3:30 while eating a freezy pop. I knew I wasnt talking right and was fucked up. That was the last thing I really remember until I woke up this morning at 7am!! I slept from like 3:30 till 7 thing morning. 15 hours straight!! I couldnt believe it. The cough medicine said “May cause drowsiness”. Ha! I do remember Boy throwing a pillow at me on the couch because I was passed out cold when he got come and he was trying to talk to me but I was not hearing anything he was saying and he wanted to make sure I was okay. He said soemthing about tryingt call me and I didnt answer and I think I told him I never heard the phone ring, because I didnt. Then he woke me up to ask if I wanted dinner and I said no. Then he woke me up again to tell me to go upstairs to bed and I remember seriously stumbling upstairs. I have no idea what time these things happened though. I guess I really was sick this time.
I feel a bit better this morning, but not much. My sore throat is almost gone, thank god. I think that was the worst of all. I can deal with mucus and sore chests, but not throats. Im phlemy (sp?) and i still have a fever. I can always tell when I have a fever because I get light headed and my body burns. Oh, and zits appear on my face from all the heat :grrr: So Im eating freezy pops right now, about to move on to carmel ice cream . I still have the coughs, and I want to take some cough medicine, but I need to wait till I get some stuff done or Im going to be out cold again till tomrooow.
Ahh, ick sucks.

City Hall and the Opera House

Peggah and I went to city hall yesterday because it was suppose to be open for free and you could look around. But they were closed :sad: So we went around the back of the building because it was so pretty to take pictures when the security gaurd came out and asked us if we always took pictures laying on the ground (we were layign on the ground) We said we were just trying to get some good shots of the outside since we couldnt go inside. Then he asked us if we wanted to have a look inside. We were like, yes!! So he let us in and it was seriously like a palace of marble! The big room was so beautiful, words cannot describe it. It was like being in a church with how big itt was. And these magnificent murals were painted on the walls and it was just unbelievable. He let us go upstairs and look at all the other rooms and I couldnt believe this was there city hall. It really was a palace, I swear. He then proceded to give us a personal tour, just Peggah and I, while City Hall was closed, too every room, explaining the murals on the wall, letting us take a zillion pictures, turnign on all the light for us so we could see the rooms all lit up to their glory, he took us in this one room where this giant priceless painting was hanging, I dont remember by who, and I couldnt they ever let people near it. Then he took us to the library!!! :thud: I almost passed out. The books in there were sooooo amazing. The oldest one that I could find was 1877! He said he was very sad by how much the people dont care about the building or the things in it because no one takes care of anything. Some of the books were upside down, they had these giant tapastries that were hundreds of years old hanging on the walls and they were fading and fallign apart because no one wanted to do anything about blocking the sun out from them. He said they take it for granted. Inlaid in the marble (everything was marble) were these amazing wooden floors laid out in a pattern that he said no one alive could replecate and the people who use the rooms, instead of lifting up that chairs to move them, they just drag them across the floor anf scratch the shit out of them. I was apaled!! How could these people not care about a buidling that was so beautiful and magnificent. I would kill to have something that glorious in the States that we could see. Then he asked if we want to go up on the roof!!! We were beside ourselfs. So we had to walk up a whole bunch of stairs then take an elevator the rest of the way up (it had to of been 30 stories or more at the top) And as soon as we got on the roof, the bells started chimming to the hour. It was sooooo loud but soo cool. There must of been about 20 bells in the tower that played a long song every hour and a couple of notes every 15 mintues. Then we walked up this plank thing to a walk way all around the roof and my breath just left my chest. The view was just undescribable. You could see all of Oslo plus some, the moutains, the islands in the fjords, the ski jump in the moutain, everything!! We totally got snap happy with the cameras. I mean, how many chances woudl we ever get to see the city like this? The gaurd stood up there with us for an hour !!! He pointed out all the different things, the castles, the fishing boats, the islands, were the moose are, the different parts of town, were all the museums were, where the viking ships were, were the real Palace was at, the University. I mean everything. Then we asked him about the cost of living and such and we just talked about everything while we watched the big cruise liners leave the port and the different boats coming and going from the docking marina’s. It was cold and windy and raining a little but I didnt care. He told us that in the summer, it cost 20 krons to stand on the top like we were for only 3 minutes!!! We were us there for an hour, and had the run of the entire building to take pictures and see things that the public doesnt get to see. It was the most amazing thing ever. I will probably never get another chance like that again! I feel so incredably lucky. That gaurd was just so nice it was unbelievable. I would show you pictures, but Im over my limit for the month on Flickr (which ends like, tomorrow). Then Im going to get post happy and show you all the pictures so you can see all the things that I saw. It was just so beautiful.
And Oslo’s new Opera House, oh my god. Its also all marble and white Italian at that! You can walk up and down the sides of it and go on top (as you saw in the pictures above) and its buildt to that it looks so elementle, literally coming up out of the water. We have nothing on the buildings over here. Their amazing. And the whole inside of the opera house is solid oak. Its gorgous. I wish we had an opera house that beautiful at home. And the luckiest part? It just opened after 8 years of building on April 17th, the week before we got here. I will also post more pictures of that as well when I get a chance.
I guess were driving North for skiing this weekend. I really want to stay in Oslo to finish seeing everything, because today is a Holiday for them and a lot of things are closed. Plus its raining. But in turn I also want to go see the north because the country is sooo beautiful, and Im determined to see a moose and a raindeer, because there wild here. I guys everyone saw a couple mooses coming home from Sweden last weekend, but I missed it :sad: