<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6169629567161893560</id><updated>2012-02-16T02:47:35.651-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Writing about nothing</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://balltorpskan.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6169629567161893560/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://balltorpskan.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Viveka Mattisson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10980240723209782599</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>23</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6169629567161893560.post-3280210963327964101</id><published>2010-10-01T10:46:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-01T10:57:11.695-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Friday evening by the computer...</title><content type='html'>This weekend I have so much to do. Only God knows which end I am going to start with - but in the end everything will be alright, that's for sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is my younger sister's birthday!!! She turns 40 and tomorrow we will celebrate her. I have to come up with something that makes her happy. Probably I can tell her a bad joke or just be myself... A dinner in a nice restaurant - just her and me. That'll do.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6169629567161893560-3280210963327964101?l=balltorpskan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://balltorpskan.blogspot.com/feeds/3280210963327964101/comments/default' title='Kommentarer till inlägget'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6169629567161893560&amp;postID=3280210963327964101' title='1 kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6169629567161893560/posts/default/3280210963327964101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6169629567161893560/posts/default/3280210963327964101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://balltorpskan.blogspot.com/2010/10/friday-evening-by-computer.html' title='Friday evening by the computer...'/><author><name>Viveka Mattisson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10980240723209782599</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6169629567161893560.post-4784623228447567493</id><published>2010-09-29T12:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-29T12:26:38.545-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Darkness</title><content type='html'>It has been real dark here the last days but today the big light broke through the heavy clouds. When the days are dark grey it is hard to stay awake it's like you have hard time to hold your eyes wide open... hehe...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6169629567161893560-4784623228447567493?l=balltorpskan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://balltorpskan.blogspot.com/feeds/4784623228447567493/comments/default' title='Kommentarer till inlägget'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6169629567161893560&amp;postID=4784623228447567493' title='0 kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6169629567161893560/posts/default/4784623228447567493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6169629567161893560/posts/default/4784623228447567493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://balltorpskan.blogspot.com/2010/09/darkness.html' title='Darkness'/><author><name>Viveka Mattisson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10980240723209782599</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6169629567161893560.post-6507055513044183216</id><published>2010-09-26T02:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-26T02:48:43.027-07:00</updated><title type='text'>This weekend</title><content type='html'>Today I have been asking around if someone can take care of our daughter while her parents, us, are trying to make our new house liveable. No one should ever believe us if we said that we are going to move there very soon - I mean V-E-R-Y soon... Really! I didn't make it...everyone seemed to be busy today. Poor little girl! She wants to play but no one is avaible...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I was visiting my lovely friend who is living with her family in Stockholm. She is home for a couple of days. At last I had the opportunity to meet her son who is 4,5 months. Well, I have met him before but the first time he was so tiny so I wouldn't dare to touch him. The second time was when his parents got married and everyone had to make acquainted with him - not me.  I had other things to do... But yesterday- I cuddled him and played with him- so did my daughter too. She really liked him a lot!!! We both did!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6169629567161893560-6507055513044183216?l=balltorpskan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://balltorpskan.blogspot.com/feeds/6507055513044183216/comments/default' title='Kommentarer till inlägget'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6169629567161893560&amp;postID=6507055513044183216' title='0 kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6169629567161893560/posts/default/6507055513044183216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6169629567161893560/posts/default/6507055513044183216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://balltorpskan.blogspot.com/2010/09/this-weekend.html' title='This weekend'/><author><name>Viveka Mattisson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10980240723209782599</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6169629567161893560.post-1437243203776189128</id><published>2010-09-21T12:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-21T12:15:59.617-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello again</title><content type='html'>I have decided to go on writing here on my blogg in English! I have noticed that my English has worsen since I am not using it much. So from now on I will be back here again, writing in English just for myself. Because, who on earth is going to find me here in cyberworld? That´s fine with me! Really!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6169629567161893560-1437243203776189128?l=balltorpskan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://balltorpskan.blogspot.com/feeds/1437243203776189128/comments/default' title='Kommentarer till inlägget'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6169629567161893560&amp;postID=1437243203776189128' title='0 kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6169629567161893560/posts/default/1437243203776189128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6169629567161893560/posts/default/1437243203776189128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://balltorpskan.blogspot.com/2010/09/hello-again.html' title='Hello again'/><author><name>Viveka Mattisson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10980240723209782599</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6169629567161893560.post-2664222718856257181</id><published>2009-03-11T02:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-11T02:53:10.488-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The world's worst dog - isn't mine</title><content type='html'>I have been complaining about my dog to people. She is really a dog that sometimes brings the worst out of me. Indoors she is the most wonderful dog, nice and cute in every single way but when we are outdoors she behaves real bad. I get furious when she is about attacking things like cars, bicyclists and everything else that moves. Anyhow, recently I started to spray water on her when she behaves badly. And guess what: it works perfectly well!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other day my workmate came to me and said that I had to read this book about the dog Marley. She knows how I struggle with my dog and thought this book would make me feel better. Did it? YES! It is the most wonderful book, I have laughed a lot and I have also cried occasionally. If you like pets a lot I really recommend this book. It is such a loving story about a couple and their dog. You must read it. The author's name is John Grogan and the title is "Marley and me. Life and love with the world's worst dog."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6169629567161893560-2664222718856257181?l=balltorpskan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://balltorpskan.blogspot.com/feeds/2664222718856257181/comments/default' title='Kommentarer till inlägget'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6169629567161893560&amp;postID=2664222718856257181' title='0 kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6169629567161893560/posts/default/2664222718856257181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6169629567161893560/posts/default/2664222718856257181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://balltorpskan.blogspot.com/2009/03/worlds-worst-dog-isnt-mine.html' title='The world&apos;s worst dog - isn&apos;t mine'/><author><name>Viveka Mattisson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10980240723209782599</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6169629567161893560.post-884545434932074030</id><published>2009-01-28T10:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T10:51:23.627-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The essay</title><content type='html'>I am happy to say that we did go to Malmö this weekend. It was a lovely trip! Malmö is such a nice city. I was kind of disappointed when I visited my favourite shops because I couldn't find anything real nice. But I survived!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now time has come to send my second essay to my teacher Maria. I started to write quite long ago but I can't stop checking and changing it. When I read it I can hear that I repeat myself a lot but I don't know how to do it in another way... Well, Friday is the last day and it will be done till then. After that we are going to write a paper about a book that we have read. It is a tricky task. I don't know how to do it yet, but it usually works out fine in the end anyhow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6169629567161893560-884545434932074030?l=balltorpskan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://balltorpskan.blogspot.com/feeds/884545434932074030/comments/default' title='Kommentarer till inlägget'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6169629567161893560&amp;postID=884545434932074030' title='1 kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6169629567161893560/posts/default/884545434932074030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6169629567161893560/posts/default/884545434932074030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://balltorpskan.blogspot.com/2009/01/essay.html' title='The essay'/><author><name>Viveka Mattisson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10980240723209782599</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6169629567161893560.post-7224853559776634882</id><published>2009-01-20T01:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T01:48:39.174-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Isn't life wonderful :)</title><content type='html'>I have been in bed with high temperature all weekend, just as I predicted. My daughter got the gastric flu on Saturday too, this weekend has been a wonderful moment of life. We had to cancel her birthdayparty - again. The weekend before we cancelled another birthdayparty because of me beeing sick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's hope that we are feeling just fine this weekend because we are going to Malmö to watch Disney on ice with some friends of ours.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6169629567161893560-7224853559776634882?l=balltorpskan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://balltorpskan.blogspot.com/feeds/7224853559776634882/comments/default' title='Kommentarer till inlägget'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6169629567161893560&amp;postID=7224853559776634882' title='0 kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6169629567161893560/posts/default/7224853559776634882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6169629567161893560/posts/default/7224853559776634882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://balltorpskan.blogspot.com/2009/01/isnt-life-wonderful.html' title='Isn&apos;t life wonderful :)'/><author><name>Viveka Mattisson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10980240723209782599</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6169629567161893560.post-7565453214722198252</id><published>2009-01-16T01:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-19T01:55:10.772-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Red, red nose</title><content type='html'>Last weekend I had gastric flu and now it seems to be a weekend with a lot of coughing and fever to expect. I am not use to feel like this. Normally I am never sick and now it seems to be the only thing I can be. Hmmm...Not satisfying at all ( how do you spell that one???). Well, I suppose I will not get better if I keep on whining. Positive thinking, you know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow we are going to celebrate my daughter's birthday...again... We are five families who met when our children were newborn and we are still seeing each other quite often. The party will go off at a place where she rides every week. None of the children knows about it and I am so very curious to see their dear small faces when they come there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some time ago I wrote about my daughter not wanting to go to her day nursery. I want to tell you that we moved her from that place. No one liked it there, not she not we. Now she has began preschool a year earlier in a small village school among her old friends. Am I relieved? YES!!! I felt that something was wrong and yes my feelings were correct. Now she is having good time of her little life. So do I, of course!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6169629567161893560-7565453214722198252?l=balltorpskan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://balltorpskan.blogspot.com/feeds/7565453214722198252/comments/default' title='Kommentarer till inlägget'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6169629567161893560&amp;postID=7565453214722198252' title='0 kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6169629567161893560/posts/default/7565453214722198252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6169629567161893560/posts/default/7565453214722198252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://balltorpskan.blogspot.com/2009/01/red-red-nose.html' title='Red, red nose'/><author><name>Viveka Mattisson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10980240723209782599</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6169629567161893560.post-7457989318185388671</id><published>2009-01-14T03:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-14T04:04:13.995-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Take-home exam</title><content type='html'>I am sitting here at home with my Take-home exam in English and wonder why on earth I decided to participate in this course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just joking...I am very pleased, really!! But the thing is that I have become more insecure how to use the language properly than I was before. Before I just used it and of course I had other difficulties then and I have to admit that some of those are gone by now. Thank you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I first looked at the exam I felt rather relieved because I thought it shouldn't be too difficult to do it, but when I started to work with it all these questions showed up. I know that it is a point in that but it irritates me! You know what I mean? :=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I'd better continue doing it! Fingers crossed?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6169629567161893560-7457989318185388671?l=balltorpskan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://balltorpskan.blogspot.com/feeds/7457989318185388671/comments/default' title='Kommentarer till inlägget'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6169629567161893560&amp;postID=7457989318185388671' title='0 kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6169629567161893560/posts/default/7457989318185388671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6169629567161893560/posts/default/7457989318185388671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://balltorpskan.blogspot.com/2009/01/take-home-exam.html' title='Take-home exam'/><author><name>Viveka Mattisson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10980240723209782599</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6169629567161893560.post-66969930073409981</id><published>2009-01-04T02:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T13:25:08.191-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Such a surprise!</title><content type='html'>Yesterday I was sitting by the computer for an hour or so. I was writing invoices, not so very fun doing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was done I turned around and startled by the view, something very odd had happened during my time by the computer...it was white outside!!! Yes! It was snowing and I felt very pleased. During the evening it snowed even more so today it is rather winter like outside. I am going to take my dog and daughter out in the most beautiful landscape of snow and blue, blue sky and a big light that makes me wrinkle my face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is a halleluja moment!!! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6169629567161893560-66969930073409981?l=balltorpskan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://balltorpskan.blogspot.com/feeds/66969930073409981/comments/default' title='Kommentarer till inlägget'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6169629567161893560&amp;postID=66969930073409981' title='1 kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6169629567161893560/posts/default/66969930073409981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6169629567161893560/posts/default/66969930073409981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://balltorpskan.blogspot.com/2009/01/such-surprise.html' title='Such a surprise!'/><author><name>Viveka Mattisson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10980240723209782599</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6169629567161893560.post-8420372543271606728</id><published>2009-01-02T05:04:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-03T02:12:02.851-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The sun is shining!</title><content type='html'>I have refilled my batteries yesterday and today... the sun is showing up and I feel goooooood!!! My daughter and I were out for a long walk yesterday. My daugther is very good at walking, no whining, just happy nice talking while we were walking. Nice indeed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She has so many questions about everything and it isn't always easy to answer her in a proper way, but I try, though. She remembers things and asks about when and what and why, and I can't help smiling because I do not remember hardly anything that she needs to get an answer to (is this the right preposition???) but I have to try to continue the conversation anyhow. She gets very upset if I don't know what she is talking about. I think that she feels limited and I suppose it is the same feeling that I get when I speak English and can't find the right word... :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6169629567161893560-8420372543271606728?l=balltorpskan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://balltorpskan.blogspot.com/feeds/8420372543271606728/comments/default' title='Kommentarer till inlägget'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6169629567161893560&amp;postID=8420372543271606728' title='0 kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6169629567161893560/posts/default/8420372543271606728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6169629567161893560/posts/default/8420372543271606728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://balltorpskan.blogspot.com/2009/01/sun-is-shining.html' title='The sun is shining!'/><author><name>Viveka Mattisson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10980240723209782599</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6169629567161893560.post-256306292768370270</id><published>2008-12-28T12:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-28T13:47:48.177-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A lot of laughter</title><content type='html'>Last night we (my sister, brother, nieces, boyfriends) were celebrating my sister's daughter, she turned 25 the other day. It was a real fun party, at least I thought so but I am not sure that everyone enjoyed everything. Every time we get together crazy things happen. We just can't behave, something strange is happening when we associate. We laugh a lot about absolutely nothing, and that is quite alright but I think people around us don't appreciate our behavior all times. Sounds strange, I know, but it is so very funny, most of the time, that is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were discussing whether my brother was limber or not and I didn't think so because he is very stiff in a way. Of course he didn't agree, he told all of us that he usually bites his toe nails because he hasn't got any scissors. You can't say that, even if it is a joke, among people round the dinnertable, but he did and we simply burst out into laughter. My niece's mother- and father-in-law didn't look to happy about it. I was ashame afterwards, because this was just one crazy laughter among others. Then just a few minutes later my brother sharpens his eyes and turns to the host (our niece's boyfriend) and says in a very serious voice: "Such a lovely house you've got here." It wasn't appropriate to say that right then so once again we began to laugh. Very childish indeed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, when we were leaving the boyfriend's relatives (mother, father and brother) didn't seem to sad about it. They nodded and tried to make me feel totally normal. If they succeeded, nja, don't think so...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6169629567161893560-256306292768370270?l=balltorpskan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://balltorpskan.blogspot.com/feeds/256306292768370270/comments/default' title='Kommentarer till inlägget'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6169629567161893560&amp;postID=256306292768370270' title='1 kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6169629567161893560/posts/default/256306292768370270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6169629567161893560/posts/default/256306292768370270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://balltorpskan.blogspot.com/2008/12/lot-of-laughter.html' title='A lot of laughter'/><author><name>Viveka Mattisson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10980240723209782599</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6169629567161893560.post-1641494556950371612</id><published>2008-12-09T11:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-28T13:44:26.610-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dark, dark, dark</title><content type='html'>Soon the darkness will be less dark. I am one of those who really have hard time accepting the darkness all day long during a couple of months every year. I am feeling tired and bored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't seen the sun for ages. I guess it is somewhere above the clouds and then all I can see is grey, dark days. I find it very difficult to accept the grey dull. Now I am hoping for some snow because that is really nice! It lightens everything up even my mood. Let us hope for some snow! Please.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6169629567161893560-1641494556950371612?l=balltorpskan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://balltorpskan.blogspot.com/feeds/1641494556950371612/comments/default' title='Kommentarer till inlägget'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6169629567161893560&amp;postID=1641494556950371612' title='0 kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6169629567161893560/posts/default/1641494556950371612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6169629567161893560/posts/default/1641494556950371612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://balltorpskan.blogspot.com/2008/12/dark-dark-dark.html' title='Dark, dark, dark'/><author><name>Viveka Mattisson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10980240723209782599</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6169629567161893560.post-467896659358689601</id><published>2008-11-27T11:10:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T11:53:16.271-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Not that naughty anymore!</title><content type='html'>The other day I was on my last course with my dog. My monster has become a less monsterous dog. I am surprised indeed. When we came to the club they told us to leave our dogs in the cars because they wanted to talk to us. We went indoors and they said that we were supposed to compete this evening in obedience. I have to admit that I went very nervous, thinking that I would make a joke of myself... Well, it is the dog that is the problem...or is it? ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, we began the competition and I was surprised that my monster listened to what I had to say. You never know... She behaved real nice and I was kind of proud of her. We came on third place so we've recieved a nice price. My husband was surprised, at least that's what I think... He is not so very fond of pets, so you never know his thoughts.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6169629567161893560-467896659358689601?l=balltorpskan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://balltorpskan.blogspot.com/feeds/467896659358689601/comments/default' title='Kommentarer till inlägget'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6169629567161893560&amp;postID=467896659358689601' title='1 kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6169629567161893560/posts/default/467896659358689601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6169629567161893560/posts/default/467896659358689601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://balltorpskan.blogspot.com/2008/11/not-so-naughty-anymore.html' title='Not that naughty anymore!'/><author><name>Viveka Mattisson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10980240723209782599</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6169629567161893560.post-5414106388104678558</id><published>2008-11-24T02:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-26T08:50:19.355-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What would you do?</title><content type='html'>How do you know what's wrong when your child doesn't want to go to school? Is it the stomach ache that she is complaining about or are there any other problems?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning my daughter didn't want to go to school. She said that she had stomach ache and that she wanted to stay at home. What is the best thing to do? Is it to tell her to go there and phone me if it gets worse or is it to stay home with her? I stayed home and she felt much better as soon as we came home. She said: Mom, I feel better !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's say that we had a real nice day at home!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6169629567161893560-5414106388104678558?l=balltorpskan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://balltorpskan.blogspot.com/feeds/5414106388104678558/comments/default' title='Kommentarer till inlägget'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6169629567161893560&amp;postID=5414106388104678558' title='2 kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6169629567161893560/posts/default/5414106388104678558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6169629567161893560/posts/default/5414106388104678558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://balltorpskan.blogspot.com/2008/11/what-would-you-do.html' title='What would you do?'/><author><name>Viveka Mattisson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10980240723209782599</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6169629567161893560.post-1577742783614281000</id><published>2008-11-09T10:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-09T10:53:20.120-08:00</updated><title type='text'>We have moved!</title><content type='html'>Here is the story:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have moved from the most wonderful house to a little flat in the centre of.... We are used to lot of space, our house was 255 square metres. Now we are trying to adjust to 84 square metres. It isn´t easy, that´s for sure! We´ve got big heavy old furniture(I would like to have an -s in the end but furniture is an uncountable noun-right? That is what an English course does to you...makes you think, or what ever!) that need space. I would say that we are overcrowded indeed. The first days here our dog and cat weren´t here and I remember that I was thinking:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"-Gosh, there are going to live a dog and a cat here too!!!!!!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can assure you that it went well. Even the cat is satisfied and if you ask me why´s that, I surely cannot answer... He is used to be outdoors all days but now he is indoors - and seems to like it too!! Amazing cat!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other night when I was washing up after dinner I looked at my husband sitting in our sofa in the living room just two metres away. He was sitting there looking up the ceiling and asked me:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-What am I supposed to do now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He has always billions of things to do but in this compact living there isn´t much to do. Of course, he can run in a circle: kitchen, living room, hall, kitchen living room, hall. If he wants to, he can go the other way around just to do something different. Isn´t life like a merry-go-round?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You may wonder why we moved from that lovely house? Well, we are going to build a new house - another house of our dreams... It takes about a year before we can move in but as we say - if you are waiting for something nice to happen, time isn´t a problem. Hehehe...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6169629567161893560-1577742783614281000?l=balltorpskan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://balltorpskan.blogspot.com/feeds/1577742783614281000/comments/default' title='Kommentarer till inlägget'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6169629567161893560&amp;postID=1577742783614281000' title='0 kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6169629567161893560/posts/default/1577742783614281000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6169629567161893560/posts/default/1577742783614281000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://balltorpskan.blogspot.com/2008/11/we-have-moved.html' title='We have moved!'/><author><name>Viveka Mattisson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10980240723209782599</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6169629567161893560.post-6647129247040980463</id><published>2008-10-17T04:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-17T04:43:37.772-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nicke, the rabbit</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6SSFKEd-hCQ/SPh6Cu6KUVI/AAAAAAAAAKA/Vxscs0Vlcho/s1600-h/DSCF5638.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258086752325357906" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6SSFKEd-hCQ/SPh6Cu6KUVI/AAAAAAAAAKA/Vxscs0Vlcho/s200/DSCF5638.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Something very sad happened last night... Our beloved rabbit Nicke disappeared!! And I am so very sad!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When I came out this morning for a chat with Nicke, he wasn´t there. I didn´t see the hole in the cage at first, but when I called for him and he didn´t show up I understood something was wrong. It has been a struggle in the cage so I guess a wild animal has been there taking him. It is awful!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A couple of years ago I said to my husband that our daughter really wanted a little rabbit. He didn´t know that I used her to get one of my own ...hehe... Of course the little girl liked the idea, but she hadn´t come up with it herself. The first rabbit that we had was a naughty one, it didn´t want us to come near her. We sold her after a year and then we found Nicke, the most wonderful little rabbit in the world. So very friendly. The funny thing is that my husband isn´t too keen on pets but he really, really liked Nicke. When I rang my husband to tell him that Nicke was gone, he went sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven´t told our daughter yet and I have been wondering how to tell her. My husband thought that we should say that he had run away, but I don´t agree. Then she is going to wonder and worry about him. I think the best is to tell her the truth even if it is hard. That´s what I´ll do!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6169629567161893560-6647129247040980463?l=balltorpskan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://balltorpskan.blogspot.com/feeds/6647129247040980463/comments/default' title='Kommentarer till inlägget'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6169629567161893560&amp;postID=6647129247040980463' title='1 kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6169629567161893560/posts/default/6647129247040980463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6169629567161893560/posts/default/6647129247040980463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://balltorpskan.blogspot.com/2008/10/nicke-rabbit.html' title='Nicke, the rabbit'/><author><name>Viveka Mattisson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10980240723209782599</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6SSFKEd-hCQ/SPh6Cu6KUVI/AAAAAAAAAKA/Vxscs0Vlcho/s72-c/DSCF5638.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6169629567161893560.post-4266138491502882084</id><published>2008-10-13T11:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T12:13:46.522-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I´ve got a monster</title><content type='html'>Yes, that´s right! I´ve got a monster, not under my bed but a dog as in D-O-G. She is a real beast, nice and understanding when we are all alone and like an evil when we meet people and other dogs. I am not fair when I call her a beast because she is so very friendly and loves everybody. The problem is that she almost turns me around every time she gets that happy and that makes me mad. It is so embarrassing having a dog that behaves like that. It isn´t my first one so I can´t put the blame on that... :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, well, today I have been on my first course with my dog since she was a puppy. I have decided that she is going to be a nice little dog so that I can feel happy about being a dog owner. I was a little bit ashamed at first but I noticed that others were having the same problems like me and then I really felt relieved!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the exercises that we did tonight was to walk past a sausage that was lying in the grass. My godness, I shouted before she even thought of eating it... Well, I thought I´d better do, otherwise the others wouldn´t be able to do that excersis, and wouldn´t that have been a shame?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6169629567161893560-4266138491502882084?l=balltorpskan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://balltorpskan.blogspot.com/feeds/4266138491502882084/comments/default' title='Kommentarer till inlägget'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6169629567161893560&amp;postID=4266138491502882084' title='0 kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6169629567161893560/posts/default/4266138491502882084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6169629567161893560/posts/default/4266138491502882084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://balltorpskan.blogspot.com/2008/10/ive-got-monster.html' title='I´ve got a monster'/><author><name>Viveka Mattisson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10980240723209782599</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6169629567161893560.post-6095931355138554798</id><published>2008-10-10T04:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-10T05:05:51.264-07:00</updated><title type='text'>English all around you</title><content type='html'>English all around you. That is what our teacher call one of our tasks. She is so right... I have English everywhere. I am going to make myself perfectly clear:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I am thinking in English just to practise it. I talk English in my car to my 5 years old daughter, just to practise it. She doesn´t understand what her crazy mother is doing. Not very often, but sometimes, I find something on youtube to listen to, of course in English. When my husband is sitting by the telly I sit there too, reading the golden bible, in English. I am starting to wonder if this is quite normal or maybe I should do something about it before it goes way over normality. So what do you suggest?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beside of this, I also got a friend in the Us that I correnspond quite often, at least twice a week. I like to have this contact because it is exciting having a friend so far away and that you only meet on the webb. We are saying that we some day will meet over a nice glass of red wine and I can promise that we would have a jolly good time. Something is telling me that both of us talk a lot - maybe she could try speak Swedish while I speak English. A funny thought!! :) Then I should have plenty of time expressing me...hehe...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6169629567161893560-6095931355138554798?l=balltorpskan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://balltorpskan.blogspot.com/feeds/6095931355138554798/comments/default' title='Kommentarer till inlägget'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6169629567161893560&amp;postID=6095931355138554798' title='0 kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6169629567161893560/posts/default/6095931355138554798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6169629567161893560/posts/default/6095931355138554798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://balltorpskan.blogspot.com/2008/10/english-all-around-you.html' title='English all around you'/><author><name>Viveka Mattisson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10980240723209782599</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6169629567161893560.post-6026494438980315516</id><published>2008-10-01T04:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-01T04:41:35.701-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally!</title><content type='html'>Finally I understand what it´s all about! I have to admit that I felt a little bit stupid not knowing what I was reading. Today I have also read a mail from our teacher saying that we should not bother so much if we don´t understand, we will later on. That sounds great if the situation occurs again. It will, believe me... :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have continued reading the Golden Bible and it is good reading, it reminds me of the knowledge I have hidden way back in my head. The word classes and the clause elements. I needed to update that, that´s for sure!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are working in peergroups and I must say that mine is working just fine. I think that we have a good communication about the course but also about our lives. That´s nice!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am waiting for my other books so that I know what I have to do later on. It is exciting and I am looking forward reading them. Crazy, I know...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6169629567161893560-6026494438980315516?l=balltorpskan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://balltorpskan.blogspot.com/feeds/6026494438980315516/comments/default' title='Kommentarer till inlägget'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6169629567161893560&amp;postID=6026494438980315516' title='1 kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6169629567161893560/posts/default/6026494438980315516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6169629567161893560/posts/default/6026494438980315516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://balltorpskan.blogspot.com/2008/10/finally.html' title='Finally!'/><author><name>Viveka Mattisson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10980240723209782599</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6169629567161893560.post-460284569966895818</id><published>2008-09-25T04:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-25T04:56:44.516-07:00</updated><title type='text'>No one seems to know!</title><content type='html'>I still have a small problem trying to understand what that grammatical phrases is and especially the noun phrases. Kind of funny because when I am asking people around me no one knows. Well, they have heard about it but can not remember enough to explain it. I will manage, I am sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I ordered rest of the books that I will need for this course. It feels good ordering them knowing that I do not pay for them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow I will go on reading the golden bible. Day off from school so I suppose that I will have some time for reading.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6169629567161893560-460284569966895818?l=balltorpskan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://balltorpskan.blogspot.com/feeds/460284569966895818/comments/default' title='Kommentarer till inlägget'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6169629567161893560&amp;postID=460284569966895818' title='2 kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6169629567161893560/posts/default/460284569966895818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6169629567161893560/posts/default/460284569966895818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://balltorpskan.blogspot.com/2008/09/no-one-seems-to-know.html' title='No one seems to know!'/><author><name>Viveka Mattisson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10980240723209782599</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6169629567161893560.post-5976359763323438835</id><published>2008-09-21T08:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-21T08:51:50.448-07:00</updated><title type='text'>In English, please!</title><content type='html'>Well, now I have to write this in English and that is a challenge indeed. I like writing so it is kind of fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I came home from my course in Växjö the other day and I started to read our golden bible as our teacher calls it. It is all about the grammar of English. I like to read it and I think I understand the most of it, but remember, I have just started reading it! :) There is a problem though, I do not quite understand the grammatical phrases especially the noun phrases. I have tried to read about it twice but maybe it takes several readings before understanding. There are lots of terminology to learn and understand.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6169629567161893560-5976359763323438835?l=balltorpskan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://balltorpskan.blogspot.com/feeds/5976359763323438835/comments/default' title='Kommentarer till inlägget'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6169629567161893560&amp;postID=5976359763323438835' title='1 kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6169629567161893560/posts/default/5976359763323438835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6169629567161893560/posts/default/5976359763323438835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://balltorpskan.blogspot.com/2008/09/in-english-please.html' title='In English, please!'/><author><name>Viveka Mattisson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10980240723209782599</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6169629567161893560.post-288104083111990645</id><published>2008-06-23T01:12:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-23T01:15:15.671-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Slutuppgiften</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Inledningsvis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Alldeles i början av mitt lärarliv blev jag erbjuden ett vikariat på ett "högstadium" som undervisande lärare i engelska i år 7 och 9. Det var våghalsigt av mig att tacka ja till vikariatet med tanke på att jag var utbildad 1-7 SV/SO med bild som inriktning, men vad gör man när inget annat bjuds? Jag tycker det gick bra trots att jag ingen behörighet hade, men det är viktigt att tillägga att jag skulle ha gjort lite annorlunda idag. Inte själva valet, men däremot hade undervisningen bjudit på mer varierande arbetssätt. Efter året gått fick jag möjlighet att arbeta på mellanstadiet där jag också undervisade bl a i engelska. Jag tycker att det gick riktigt bra och det berodde säkert på att engelska är ett av de ämnen som jag verkligen tycker är roligt. Med tiden har jag ändå känt att jag gärna skulle vilja få behörighet att undervisa i ämnet och det var på så sätt jag kom på idén att söka den här kursen!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mina tankar och förväntningar inför kursen&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;När jag sökte in till den här engelskkursen kände jag mig redo för att utveckla dels mitt eget språk dels att få stöd rent didaktiskt. Jag kände mig väldigt bunden till läromedlena även om jag gjorde en del utsvävningar då och då. Jag tyckte det var tryggt att ha ett rejält läromedel så att jag var "säker" på att eleverna fick sig till livs det som förväntades inför högre årskurser. I och med denna kurs hoppades jag att jag skulle bli stärkt i min roll som undervisande lärare i engelska genom att få tips och idéer till hur jag skulle kunna arbeta med ämnet på ett mer varierat och inspirerande sätt samt att få utveckla mitt eget språk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hur har jag förändrats i min roll som lärare i engelska?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Jag tycker jag har förändrats mycket! Mycket mer än jag trodde att jag skulle göra. Jag misstänker att om eleverna skulle få frågan skulle de nog uttrycka att engelskan blev roligare eftersom det hände många olika saker efter jag påbörjat denna kurs. Jag tycker också det blev roligare, trots att det ibland också har varit mer arbetsamt. Belöningen har varit att se elevernas utveckling och arbetsglädje, det har gjort mödan värt! Frågan var visst hur jag har förändrats… Jag har blivit mer påhittig och nyfiken på att finna nya uppslag till hur vi skulle kunna arbeta. I och med kursen har jag blivit säkrare i min pedagogroll, inte för att jag har gått runt och känt mig osäker hela tiden för det har jag absolut inte gjort, men jag märker ändå en stor skillnad på något märkligt sätt! Det är väl det utbildning gör med en? Stärker ens självkänsla i olika sammanhang. Jag märker också att jag pratar mycket med mina kollegor om vad vi gör i försök att få en del av dem att se fördelarna med t ex Internet som hjälpmedel i engelskundervisningen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Det viktigaste jag tar med mig från kursen&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Det allra viktigaste jag tar med mig från kursen är att jag är ännu mer inställd på att satsa på engelskan d v s jag vill fortsätta utbilda mig i ämnet. Undervisningsmässigt är det många viktiga delar jag kommer att ta med mig. Jag tänker då på ITK och dess alla möjligheter att göra undervisningen mer varierad och inspirerande. Boken "Engelska för livet" är ett fantastiskt stöd i hur man skulle kunna förändra engelskundervisningen till ett mer elevstyrt sätt att arbeta. Överhuvudtaget tycker jag att alla delar har givit något som förändrat mig positivt i min roll som pedagog! Eftersom jag är väldigt nöjd med vad jag har fått med mig under kursens gång ser jag ingen större anledning att förändra något inför nästa omgång!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6169629567161893560-288104083111990645?l=balltorpskan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://balltorpskan.blogspot.com/feeds/288104083111990645/comments/default' title='Kommentarer till inlägget'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6169629567161893560&amp;postID=288104083111990645' title='0 kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6169629567161893560/posts/default/288104083111990645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6169629567161893560/posts/default/288104083111990645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://balltorpskan.blogspot.com/2008/06/slutuppgiften.html' title='Slutuppgiften'/><author><name>Viveka Mattisson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10980240723209782599</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
