Vacationblog!

Well, finally we've made our way home after the 2 weeks of town-jumping. Well, not a lot of jumping, actually, but.. a whole lot of town, though. I'll just quickly jot it all down with a few photos, mkay?

This is Ida's youngest brother (Jakob), and her middle-brothers girlfriend (Angelica. God, I love that name.). They graduated from school and we were there to show them how to celebrate. ;) They look so intensly neat and tidy, don't they? That changed as soon as they got their pre-present present!

As for the signs behind their backs.. that's just a swedish tradition that I really can't stand myself.. but who am I to argue with tradition?

Angelica has the worlds most beautiful smile, and Jakob has the worlds biggest.. uh, well, I'm not sure if I should say "heart" or "hair", but.. both, I guess.






This is about .. oh, five seconds after opening (simultaneously) their pre-present presents. One fully-loaded, neon-coloured, highly-efficiant squirtgun. We ordered their real gifts before we left home, but they didn't arrive in time, so.. they'll get those later.

I gave Angelica a hint about what it was: "From stockholm, fuzzy, and once it was alive." Go figure. ;)



Just before we left, we were invited to have dinner (BBQ!) with Ida's old childhood friends. The smiling one on the left is HELL-AY, and the slightly scrunched up (but very pretty) one on the right is RÅÅÅÅÅÅÅÅÅÅSA!

We had a great time, and.. well, I wanna do it again. Soon.






The wifey had her Metal-shades on (her name on 'em, not mine..), so I felt a dire need to take her picture as well. It was a freakishly hot day, not a cloud in sight, and not a breeze to be seen. Not that breezes are seen all too often, but you get the picture, right?

We got severely sun-burnt a few days before, so this time we came prepared.. sunblock and stuff, but.. d'ya think that made a differance? Heeeeeell no.

At any rate, this is my wife, trying her best to look mean and menacing while at the same time sweet and lovely. She does that very well.

This is Jämtland at it's best, people.

When we got down to Stockholm, my wife instantly found something more adorable to cuddle than me. This lil' bugger had taken up temporary residence with our friends in Tallkrogen, and she really, REALLY wanted to keep her.

The owner of the dog, however.. had a different view of what should be done. My wife reluctantly gave ze dog up, but she is still dead-set on getting one of her own.

Here, it sounds like I'm against it; I'm not. I like the lil' buggers almost as much as she does, ok? =)

This is my wifeys self-adopted grandparents. They don't really know the meaning of being serious in everyday life, I think. Really liked 'em.

They took us by "Koviken" (where we spontaneously decided to host a big party in 2010) and served lunch. Actually, they served lunch FIRST, and then took us to Koviken, but seriously.. it's hard to keep track after a while. ;)

Koviken was veeeeeeery nice, and it was amusing to watch him run after the geese with the cane trying to shoo 'em off the beach. ;D

This is Anders, bassist of the band Disdained and also one of the brothers that keeps being foolish enough to let me 'n wifey stay at their place when we come to Stockholm.

The band really kicked ass, and just to make things a bit more simple, I'll post a bunch of photos of 'em without comments.

That was all the photos from the gig.. they simply kicked ass. And I truly apologize for the horrid layout here.. the interface is playing merry hell with everything, and I just don't have the energy to fix it.



A few days later, we went to the highly improvised archery-range and tried our very best to kill a bag full of junk. This is Anders, the very nice man who made all the equipment. Talented lil' fuck, ain't he? =D














This is Joel, the other one in the set of crazy brothers that we stayed with. Nice guy, and a lot more friendly than he looks in this photo. ;)
















This is me. I'm not gonna say that I'm GOOD at archery.. I could probably not survive as a hunter with a bow and arrow.. but I don't suck either. I could probably hit an elk from at LEAST 2 or 3 paces. ;)









This is Pontus, the third guy living at Joel and Anders place. Not a brother, but bearded and skinny enough to look like he actually DOES live in the woods hunting stuff with a bow 'n arrow.


















And for no reason what so ever, I decided to take a picture of both my rings. ;)















This is a photo of the roaring monster. ;)