Photos

I wanted to take some photos after my first cheer-performance in about 4 years.

Cheer-picture

I stole this picture from Jenny's blog. I am to the right of the pole(?), closest to the audience.

Eva Heart Cheerleading.

We cheer and we lead...

...we act like we're on speed.

I am now officially a cheerleader - again. My first practice, for I don't know how many years, was yesterday and today I feel a bit week in my arms and legs. But, hopefully, I'll get strong soon. :)

It feels great to be back on the team. It's like a part of me has been missing this whole time when I haven't been a cheerleader. Now I feel like a complete person again. It's hard to explain, but I feel more secure in myself, my body and mind. I feel "at home" when I'm a cheerleader.

"I am only cheerleading", it's a quote from Bring it on and even though it sounds really cheesy that is exactly how I feel. Without the cheerleading in my life I am no one. Others might not agree, but that is how I feel.

Stressed out

I would love to write more, but I'm stressed out. I'm packing, packing and packing. I'm supposed to be moving on Thursday, by train I might add! But even though I'm packing as much as I can, nothing seems to happen.

My stomach doesn't like all this stress. I've had a stomach-ache for almost a week now. :/

Thanks Eva

for being the best!

Tonight, from nowhere, I got a cold and for every minute spent at work it got worse.

And now when I got home I found a full package of Esberitox(medicine for colds) = I'm the best! I must have baught it a couple of months ago - just in case.

Sometimes I love myself...more than usual. :P

The phonecall

We went on an outing with the kids to a playground nearby. The kids had fun, but time went by slowly since we grown-ups had nothing to do.

I checked my cellphone to see what time it was and saw that I had a missed call from my mother. Mom usually only calls me if she has something specific to talk to me about. I called her back even though I wasn't on a break.

When she tells me what had happened it was so surreal that I heard a completely different name than the one she said, but my body realized it was wrong and I almost yelled out "what?".
-"G has died."

It was like a bullet to the heart. I hardly understood what mom said after that because I could only think: "But I just saw her and she was fine."

G is like an extra grandmother to me. She's my real grandmother's best friend and G has been in my life all my life and has been to most of the family dinners, trips to Åre, everywhere. She has taught me so many different things and I have always admired her. She has always been one of the healthiest and strongest people and that she all of a sudden isn't here any more is unbelievable. She wasn't ill.

Here I am all alone in Malmö when I should be with my family.

Right now I'm mostly afraid that they wont be able to wait with the funeral until I  get there in two weeks, I have to be there, I have to.

Ok

This learning how this blog work-thing isn't going so well. I want to make a personal blog-design, but I am slowly realizing that I can't do that on my own...Well no hurry.

Today I'm probably too tired to write, since I'm too tired to think. I was at a birthdayparty yesterday with some funny people and I didn't come home until 1 AM(I think, if AM means/can mean in the middle of the night?). Not so late you might think, but I had to get up 4,5 hours later to go to work. I'm amazed I even got dressed...Atleast I think I did.


It might just be afternoon here, but I'm going to go to bed soon and I'll sleep until morning.