Leif Back

De e Leif Back

som e vår tomte,

han springer och skrämmer snälla barn,

den där karln.

Leif Back,

han e vårt favorit tomteglin.

Det pyntas i granarna,

dansas i salarna,

julen smyger uppför Sursikbacken.

(can’t remember)

(can’t remember)

önskelistan e klar,

nu fattas bara tomtefar:

De e Leif Back

som e vår tomte,

han springer och skrämmer snälla barn,

den där karln.

Leif Back,

han e vårt favorit tomteglin.

The call

I few weeks ago I put on my new dark blue blazer and took the bus to the other side of town. The interview lasted only 30 minutes, but it left me with a rather good feeling, or, well, at least I got very well along with the man who interviewed me.

I’ve been waiting for a call ever since, and today I got it. I didn’t get the job. They “went in a slightly different direction”, as I’m so often told. But the man from the interview said he wanted to talk to me, not just send me an email, to tell me that he really liked me and my background and that he felt I had a lot of potential. He even recommended me a few companies to look up – maybe they have space for one more. Now, it should be mentioned that he was American, this is not something a Finn would ever attempt.

It was very nice to get some positive feedback after all the no thankyous. Simultaneously it really confirmed my fear that it will be close to impossible for me to find a rewarding job in this country. We talked a bit about the traditional mindset of the Finnish employer, and how my, let’s call it “colourful” employment background could be worth gold in the US, but is only frowned upon in Finland.

I don’t want to tell my children to carefully choose what they study because they have to be prepared to work with that, and that only, for the next 40 years. I know you shouldn’t take your studies lightly, but both people and circumstances change, and we need to be able to live in a society that allows change, don’t we? Not in one that grows suspicious of anything that isn’t the absolute standard.

The last advice he gave me before we ended the call, was to remember that what I do does not define me, or that “what I do is not who I am”. Meaning that you can work at the post office and be a potentially brilliant film director at the same time. It’s not that this is any kind of news to anyone, but hearing a complete stranger say it somehow has a greater impact than when my still-in-my-pajamas-haven’t-brushed-my-teeth-unemployed-since-forever-brain tries to suggest it.

I feel I should have tried to squeeze more out of the situation, be a networker, a people-user, and make sure that this man – who is well established in his field – is my new key to the working world. But I couldn’t. I don’t want to squeeze, I just want to say thank you, I really appreciate it.

Quality entertainment

On Easter I spent some quality time with a niece of mine, sitting curled up together in the sofa, watching Pippi Långstrump on the tablet. All of a sudden she stops the program and starts browsing for something interesting to watch on YouTube.

We ended up watching this. ALL of this:


10 minutes of my life that I will never, never ever get back. Neither will you, if you watch it. My niece sat mesmerized for the full 10 minutes.

No. Just, no. It hurts.

Scary hairy

This article (can I call it an article if it is posted on a no-news-just-entertainment site?).

This article made me really happy:


Look at that face. Look at that body. Look at that LEG HAIR!

I always find it so refreshing to see something so “socially unacceptable” on someone who is otherwise “perfect” by the current standards. Sure, I could make the same statement, but the contrast just wouldn’t be there, would it?

The leg hair is such a dilemma for me, even at this age. I tend to bring it up too much (which we all do with the topics that are important to us, as you know), and all it results in is great disappointment when legs are compaired. “Oh, but I haven’t shaved either” – shows legs covered in silky thin, blond and absolutely INVISIBLE hair.

This is what my legs look like after a few weeks, I have found my soulmate in body hair ❤


You go, girl!

Various crimes

Last weekend we celebrated Milla’s bachelorette party. My need to control everything took over as usual, and I ended up preparing most of the stuff – wildly complaining about my workload (again, as usual), while simultaneously perfectly aware that I wouldn’t have it any other way.

I didn’t take many pictures, which is a pity as there would have been quite a few items and events to show with blog entertainment value.

Our theme was “prisoner”, as Milla is getting married in an old Helsinki prison. I sewed hats for everyone, while Milla was dressed from head to toe in the same stripes.


C and I made a ball that I was really happy with.


And the grand finale of the evening was of course the treasure chest that I unfortunately didn’t photograph as finished. It was a solid box with 5 identical keyholes on the top. Once unlocked, its sleeve (seen in the background) could be lifted off and beneath was a cage with buttons. When the right password was entered (buttons) a hatch would open and gold (chocolate) money would fall down into the cage and had to be dug out within a certain amount of time. Milla spent the day completing tasks (crimes) to earn keys for the locks and clues for the password.


The tasks were based on “inspirational crimes” and included making a potato battery, making a bomb (vinegar and baking soda), forging a painting, breaking into an unbreakable package and shooting the criminal competition (with a water gun). Keywords she earned by correctly identifying a 44 Magnum gun, a Fedora (classic gangster hat) and the getaway car with the most horse power.

We all had a lot of fun and rounded the evening off with lots of food and a big wooden barrel outdoor bathtub. Success.

And as an entertaining footnote: while preparing tasks and inspirational stories I have googled a rather disturbing assortment of topics, such as: “famous robberies, making a bomb yourself, making a bomb at home, Edustkuntatalo pommi-isku, how to forge a painting, famous crimes, famous guns, different types of guns, gun store Helsinki, Hitler, Stalin, Putin, Trump, Kim Jong Il, diamond robberies, Antwerp diamond robbery, how to break a lock, how much volt is dangerous, famous gangsters” and much more. After two weeks of this my ads started changing from “This ovulation tests shows you up to 70% more of your fertile period” to “We have the perfect Arab wife for you”.