My poor husband...

It isn't always easy being an AMERICAN in Norway... & I imagine it isn't always easy being MARRIED to an American in Norway...

Because lets face it...

I am an American girl living in a Norwegian world...

I may LOOK like a Norwegian ... but I don't think or act... or DRESS like a Norwegian

( for the most part.)

For example....

All of my little winter hikes....

You would probably expect me to be dressed like this...

<--------------

RIIIGHT?

cause any GOOD Norwegian knows..

there is no bad weather ...only bad clothes...

Well... I don't own any good/CUTE ski clothes

(sorry Bjørn I am NOT squeazing my butt into the ski pants from my '95 ski trip to Tahoe... & the rainbow ski jacket? it ain't gonna happen!)

(my birthday is is next month though...hint hint hint...)

I could LAYER my clothes, like all of the good Norwegians who don't have cute little ski outfits...

-But lets face it... the last thing I need to make me look THINNER is a couple of extra layers on my legs & ass....

but my legs ARE getting cold when I go out mountain climbing & ice rock scaling : )

(gosh I sound like the little adventurer don't I?-smile---)

...so what have I been wearing?....

My full length DKNY down jacket... (like down to my ANKLES ) ummm... it seemed like a good idea at the TIME... & lets be fair... when I went out yesterday, I was planning on going on a little walk... not climbing to the SUMMIT to get my "top of the world" photo...

by the way... loved this little comment...
Em said...
Zowwweee girl - you look like a Nordic Princess. (thanks Em!)...

What the photo wasn't showing was my Jackie O sunglasses... & my cheap-o snow boots which are not intended for more than hopping in the car to drop the kids off at school...

Picture it...

So here I trek(after taking all of my shots on the top of the Mountain...Oh, ok... HILL )... on my way back to the beach.. & I hit a gorge of some sort...

next thing I know I am WAIST DEEP in snow... Jackie O' sunglasses hanging cockeyed off my head.. & my cheap NO TREAD snowboots from DSW filling up with SNOW.

All the while holding my camera over my head, so that it wouldn't get wet....

When I got over the initial SHOCK...

First thought... THANK GOODNESS I didn't break anything.. can you imagine people finding my frozen American bod in my big ass sunglasses...?

Second thought... THANK GOODNESS there were no Norwegians here in the middle of a Wed. morning to witness AMERICAN in Norway...LOOKING like An American (Texan) in Norway.

Third thought... THANK GOODNESS neither Bjørn nor the children were there to witness their big ol' American momma making an ass out of her self...

really..... a FULL length coat, & Jackie O's to go hiking?

Then there would have been the "told you sos" ... Bjørn telling me I look like a big Bug in my ridiculous sunglasses.

So as I am snorting & grunting to crawl my way out of this snow filled gorge thingy... the image of DAME EDNA pops into my head...

My god...

I must look like Dame Edna right about now...

& I start laughing... & laughing ... which is not helping me crawl out

(one handed I might add)

& what if someone found me like this? ... OMG the horror... of it all...

Then it hit me...

My poor poor husband...

all of the years of having to explain my unpractical shoes... my SEVEN SUITCASES...

my just not getting the point of CROSS COUNTRY SKIING... (I really TRY...but come on)

It can't be easy being married to a foreigner...

I'm sorry baby... From this day forward I am going to do my best to try to BLENNNNND .... OK?

I am going to go out & get a cute Norwegian Ski outfit right away!

It ain't easy being cheesy.... : )