The Ducks Have Moved
Hey guys! Our pond (or, our humble blog) got too small, so we were forced to move. Check out our new adventures on http://bozeman2.sprayblogg.no. Spring Break got the honor of opening the show, enjoy!
Weekend trip to Yellowstone
We had a great time skiing in Yellowstone this weekend...
Isn't it pretty?
Norwegian chocolate, gin&tonics and spectacular falls all featured heavily.
Also appreciated were the buffalo burgers at the Two Bit Saloon.
The Center for Special Needs had a wonderful outing...
"The flames of divine wrath is flashing" behind us, so why is it so f****** cold?!
Fair -28° F (-32° C) | Bozeman/Gallatin, MT Last Updated on Feb 16, 10:56 pm MST |
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| Condition: | Fair |
| Temperature: | -28° F (-32° C) |
| Humidty: | 55 |
| Wind: | Calm |
| Dew Point: | -21 F (-29 C) |
| Pressure: | (1044.5 mb) |
| Visibility: | 10.00 mile(s) |
Being of a Northern kind, Ragnhild and Berit should be used to freezing winters, but this weather would even make a polar bear put on his knitted mittens... The mere five minute walk to class feels like a Polar expedition gone terribly wrong. Your face feels like it's being pierced by a hundred tiny needles and your hands cramp up as you do your best to hide them as deep in you jacket pockets as you can. Somewhere in the back of your mind a little devil whispers sweet words about Hawaii and faced with the charges of choosing Montana over a Pacific paradise, you contemplate pleeding temporary insanity. Brrrrr.....
Beauuuuutiful Bridger...
After an embarrassing amount of weeks with no physical activity beyond the raising of the wrist (beeeeeer!!!), we finally got our acts together and skis on our feet. Berit mucked around on the kiddy slopes on her snowboard (and has now got spectacularly purple knees) before she came to her senses and joined the ski crew - suddenly, the day was fun again... We're already counting down the hours (and the dollars - pricey lift tickets means great sacrifices; shopping restrictions etc etc) until we can strap on some boots, grab our poles, and hit the slopes.
The Night of the Colored Index Cards
Due to several insinuations about us only partying and never doing anything serious, we wish to present evidence to the contrary....
After several frustrating hours of studying in a conventional manner, we were desperate enough to try the last resort: learning by osmosis... The proof is in the pudding, we'll see how the exam goes tomorrow.
Hey, it might work!
Super Bowl Sunday
Go Seahawks, err.... Well they didn't win, but never mind. We were rooting for the guys wearing the nicest color anyway and that's maybe not the best way to choose a team. But we had an All American experience and the ads were great. Well done, Steelers!
To lose yourself or not
Ragnhild found her own may home today...not that she ever needs guidance. Berit thought she lost her one and only card, but it turned out she never brought it. It is possble to forget things early Saturday morning... And all in all... things are going great, it's just that watermelon beverages aren't any good!
Norwegian porridge...
Hvorfor skal man skille ut smøret når man lager rømmegrøt? Det funket fint uten, til og med klumper går an... Ragnhild reddet dagen som utsøkt pannekakesteker, mens Berit jobbet med følgene fra i går. Grøten ble en suksess, tro det eller ei, kanskje fordi ingen andre enn oss, vel, Ragnhild, vet hvordan den skal smake. Tror neppe den hadde passert hos Husmorlaget. Kanskje en nøkkel til suksessen var å tilsette den amerikanske ingrediensen par exellence: sukker. Masse sukker!
Friday night is pool and partying...
We were definitely the Princesses of Pool that night (although we're not sure who actually won...)
Because you're mine...
Getting scarily addicted to country music now... The proof is in the
The Tar-Baby
This is the wonderful story of the Tar-Baby: Chinkabinlog koamin' de pitch outen his har wid a chip... Isn't English a beautiful language? Den Brer Rabbit squall out dat ef de Tar-Baby don't tu'n 'im loose...It makes you wonder if he's been reading these...
Ordinarily the memo will be exploratory rather than conclusive, raising questions rather than settling them...
This is our assignment for Thursday.... A 500 word reading memo. You should address some particular problems or areas of interest that you encountered in your reading... Berit would rather do somersaults and Ragnhild would rather eat a bowl of cereals or juggle with the apples she filched from the cafeteria. Afterwards they would like to go hiking in the mountains or eat a big pack of M&Ms. Mmmm, or maybe buy some high-heeled boots. Ordinarily the memo will be exploratory rather than conclusive... Anyway, the cereals are great at the MSU food service, cinnamon crunchies and Kellogg's all the way. Your responses to the week's reading assignment should be unfiltered but not raw... Ragnhild would like to state that she's not fond of sushi or other raw things in general. Thank you.
So Call Me...
... or; The Writing On The Wall, sorry, Door.
Living in Residence Halls has many interesting aspects. One is the lack of privacy that accompanies having a communal bathroom down the hall from your room. Ragnhild didn't realize how easy it was to get, uhm, invitations, until she moved to the States without bringing a dressing gown. It seems wandering around in a towel will result in interesting messages on your door.
Living in Residence Halls has many interesting aspects. One is the lack of privacy that accompanies having a communal bathroom down the hall from your room. Ragnhild didn't realize how easy it was to get, uhm, invitations, until she moved to the States without bringing a dressing gown. It seems wandering around in a towel will result in interesting messages on your door.
A Saturday night in Bozeman...
Someone might wonder where all the snakes come from, but that's as much of a mystery to me as everyone else. But it is obvious that your ophidiophobia will be challenged at each home-party you go to... A lesson is also to be learned from nights like this: vodka with a drop of Red Bull can work wonders on your memory, imagine walking for 40 minutes in complete oblivion. If only all cold and snowy late night walks could be like that...
epiphany
Berit har akkurat innsett at besøket i Bozeman vil resultere i en kjærlighet til øl og countrymusikk...
