Me, me, me, and oh yeah: ME.

And I will not even rant about my internet being gone for 10 hours today and the provider (who the Hubby showers with rands every single month) not wanting to really do anything about it, on account of it being Sunday. Grumble.

I'm just going to mention it.

All cool and grown-up like.

'Cos that's the new me.

Okay, so I'm just kidding about the new me, but I am putting the rant aside for something that I promised to do for you my new readers, and have thought about doing ever since I heard about BoN (which is still squarely placing me on cloud nine, and I'm afraid I'll have to keep on mentioning for years to come, and also to RWP [Let VEG, my sis explain] who don't even know what a blog is, because it might just be all I'll ever get in the neighborhood of those talked-about 15 minutes).

If you're lookin' at me, you're lookin' at country. - Loretta Lynn

I promised to clue you all in on me and this here blog and by gosh that's what I'll do.

I'll just have some wine first to loosen up and to, ya know, open the verbal gates (or as Hubby sometimes refers to them: the gates of mediocre hell). Yup. Feeling it.

Since I (and possibly everyone in bloggyland that I hang out with) love lists, I'll proceed in list form. And yes, the light blue words are links. Click on them Mom (otherwise she won't click on them and then the thing will just be boring for her).

:: I am Finnish, and grew up mostly in Finland.

:: I am married to a Dane, whom I like to call the Hubby, but who would prefer to be called El Grande Vikingo. So if you ever have to comment on his existence, please for Zeus's sake refer to him as the latter. He is the way to my heart. Him and offers of free, quality wine.

:: I live in Johannesburg, South Africa. For now. And generally, I love it. Most times I really love it, but right now it's cold. Freezing my fingers to the keyboard COLD.

:: I love Mexico City, where we lived before SA. At heart, I am a chilanga - a native of Ciudad de Mexico.

:: I get ants in my pants. I like to move around. Not just furniture or house, but countries and continents. Often. Once a routine emerges, I need to fly away.

:: I do nothing. I dabble. I'm a trophy wife with a slant. I golf badly. I sit in my green bathrobe for days on end. I pretend to write a novel. I drink coffee and wine and live on eggs for indecent number of days in a row. Sometimes I'll also drink water.

:: I love coffee. and I'm a huge snob about it. But not in the espresso, french press kinda way, but in a weird rather Finnish way. Well, I know how I like my coffee, and yes, I am quite addicted.

:: I love wine. Here I should link (I just wrote 'drink'. Freud dude, you were right all along) the entire blog. I am not kidding.

:: I went to blog camp in Denmark at julochka's (and continue to contribute to the awesome Blog Camp blog. I especially like this one, which I mostly wrote), which will remain one of the coolest experiences ever, and met with julochka, B, Polly, Seaside Girl, and Kristina. You should go read them all. They are awesome. Also in real life.

:: I have a siamese sister in Vancouver, Canada. We share a brain, and she has promised to give me some of her liver when mine is done for (shouldn't be that much longer). She is an environmental superhero and goes by the name of Vancouver's Enviro Girl. We all call her VEG (and I once called her VAG by accident, but that was just after my visit to the local gynecologist) and love her to bits. Go read her blog and the blog I and her write together. She is a sarcastic riot. You'll love her. I promise.

:: I pick my nose. Proudly.

:: I swear. And have very little respect for organized religion. Feel free to skip those parts. Or pretend like I didn't write them. Sometimes 'ignore' is the way.

:: I have no talents. None at all.

:: I love books, reading, and a good yab about literature. All academic and shit. I was about to keel over on account of mental drought, but then Iasa set this up: Hermit Book Club. Go ahead and join now. And discuss. My mental health hangs in the balance.

:: I like to take pictures. But the real pull of this here blog - the picture in the banner - is Hubby's handiwork. El Grande Vikingo rocks. And he is all snap-happy. Also, the giraffes are not afraid of him, they just ignore him.

:: I love words. And making them up. That's why I love Balderdash - the blog. I contribute. When I'm moved to do so (i.e. have had too much to drink and think I'm the funniest person out there). It is such a great idea. The blog, not me being the end-all funny.

:: There are several of me. The Drunk Extranjera is the real problem child in all of this. Corn also enters the equation.

:: I love Africa. Especially Tanzania and Zambia. I could stay, and just tour the African countries until I drop dead.

:: People either hate me or love me. I have been working towards a 'meh' for quite a while now, but don't really seem to be succeeding. Oh well.

Okay. Before the interweb quits on me again, I'll just post this part here and continue another time. Maybe. There's a lot there already to explain the shit that is me, right?

Right.  

Sleep well.