Sorry if it seems like I've pretty much given up on blogging lately.

I guess I have.  Sort of.  In a way.  For now at least.

I've been studying for this stupid Bergenstest (high-level Nowegian language test that foreigners have to pass before they can be accepted into most university/college level study programs).  I'm not loving it, but it's got to be done. 

Anyway, that's what's been eating up most of my free time lately. 

That, and Spring.  Which is too wonderful to be ignored after all that crap we call Winter.

I just had to take a minute to share this little tidbit courtesy of the children:

I recently sat down with Boy and Elder Miss to have a little history/geography lesson all about why Indians are not Indians unless they come from India, and how those whom many call Indians are actually Native Americans who were mislabled due to a rather monumental fuck up on the part of a certain seafaring Spaniard.  Or, no wait...was he Italian?  Shit, I might have led the little darlings slightly astray there, but at least I can be sure I made my point about the 'Indian' bit because right now, at this very moment, the kids are outside in the beautiful Spring sunshine playing "when cowboys attack India".  Boy is the sheriff, EM leads the elephant brigade.  It sounds as if the elephants are winning, but only because Sheriff Boy collapses into a fit of giggles every time EM mounts one of her stuffed elephants, and gallops across the lawn on it.

Attention American Passport Holders!

YOU NEED A VISA TO GET INTO BRAZIL.

I made it to Paris before anyone bothered to tell me this.

Go ahead laugh. 

It's funny.

I guess.

Maybe someday I'll even be able to laugh with you.

But not right now.

Right now I'm still just trying to breathe deeply through the embarrassment and disappointment of it all.

Back in Bergen.  Where it's cloudy and cold.  Naturally.