New hair

Yup, about a month ago I had my hair cut, about 30cm was cut off the length, and it felt great. I just still had the same problem with always just putting it in a bun or ponytail in the morning, and not really using the length of it. Since I'm pregnant right now, with a 1 year old toddler, the amount of photo shoots I have time for is pretty limited. So I figured, if ever there is a time to try something different with my hair, now is the time. So I got an appointment, and spent about a week of constant googling hot sexy short hair. I pretty much drove myself and everyone around me crazy with this talking and obsessing about the hair and what to do with it. And when I realized that I have never ever put as much thought into any of my tattooed as I have this air it, I got stubborn and new I had to do it, if only to prove to myself that I am more than my hair, and my feelings about it is not to dictate who I am and what I should look like. Soooo today I went with my good friend and the salon, and let a complete stranger take over. I was stupidly nervous, and scared, but as soon as she had cut off my ponytail ( which by the way could as well have been a thick rope with the about of work it took) all my nervousness was behind me. I guess seeing that my face could bare it, and I still looked like me, only with different hair, made everything ok. So I told her to go for it, and she did. I'm super happy about it, especially the kind of cut, since it will look fine growing out, and it gives me a bunch Of opportunities to style it in very different ways. Admittedly I have to get used to it, but already my head is so much ligheter, and my hair is so damn healthy growing it super long again won't be a big deal. I also found out just how much hair I have... She cut for 75 min at least straight, and I still have enough hair for 4 regular people. 

So I'm going to donate the ponytailed to locks of love, who makes wigs for sick children (cancer etc) this makes cutting off the hair I've been so in love with for over 23 years, feel good and worth it. 

Also posting this haircut to FB and Instagram, it got more attention that when I posted the photo of my unborn baby boy :) I love how engaged everyone has been. It's been such a fun day. 

To any haters... YO MOMMA!

Loves Anne

1st attempt..

Hey all, and welcome back... To you and myself. I think my lack of blog updates, is because of Instagram. I post on IG every day, and often a few times a day, which is damn easy, linked to my twitter and FB. So basically I get everything out via IG. Sooo damn easy. But I guess sometimes there's too much on my mind to fit it all into an IG update, so therefor I'm going to attempt to get this blog up and running again. First of all... This little lady is getting the title of Big Sister this september :) Due Date is sep. 25th It's a boy, and we will name him Atlas. Here he is... <3 So thats pretty exiting, and time consuming. I pretty much spend all my time these days doing some kind of family related stuff. wHICH i guess would be pretty dull to read about for most people. But yeah, I also started working out again, Took a long break after giving birth, cuz my body was beaten. But, I'm back at it, and even though I'm getting pretty damn baby big, I still manage to put in a good workout 3 times a week. I've decided not to pressure myself in any way, and the goal is just to do a good 30 min. monday, tuesday and friday. This way I reach my goal every time, and I don't feel guilty if what I do is half assed or I don't make it to the gym. I want to have fun at the gym, I want to see progress and I want to be stronger when having to give birth, than I was before getting pregnant. This is all durable, with the bar set to a realistic high. It motivates me... plus working out does not have to be a killer every time, it's possible to get in shape, without breaking a sweat. Almost! In other news, come sunday, I'll get a haircut, as in a real one, where I'm cutting off my hair, and donating it to people who need it more than I do. I'm thinking 'Locks of love'. I am super scared and nervous about it, and the more scared I get, the stubborn I also get. I can't believe how much thought I'm putting into this, compared to ANY of my tattoos. At least my hair will grow back out. So I'm going to man the fuck up, an cut it. It might as some have mentioned, be a need for change after having had a kind, and having another on the way. Pretty classic for a mother to get rid of the long locks, and if thats the case with me. I'm fine with it. I have had the same long ass hair for the past more than 20 years, and I can't be someone who goes to their grave without ever having had a change of hair. The color will stay the same... always. Born a ginger, die a ginger. But I want to be able to to something besides waking up, putting it in a bun, or pony tale, and thats that. So damn boring, looks boring, feels boring, and adds to my feeling like a slob sometimes, from lack of sleep and whatnot. I am determined to be a hot, sexy in shape mom And this is what I need to get me feeling that way. So goodbye hair, we had an amazing run, see ya in a few years. Weeeee I get chills just thinking about it. Ok Now I'm gonna get dressed and head to the movies while Nola is in daycare. Whoop Whoop. Take care out there. <3 Anne Lindfjeld

Chill the fuck out...

Is what I'm doing. I'm moving in 4 days, and since the sailor is at sea, I gotta lack this whole place myself. Have packed box after box, and when I look around, I feel I've done zero progress. Plus, living in these fancy complexes, they always have to look brand new once tenants move out. And if you don't make sure it does yourself, they will use your deposit to make it so. So I am cleaning my fucking heart out. Being white trash Cinderella all day. Dirty hair in a bun, sweats, on the floor scrubbing tiles, washing my hella huge windows, etc etc. this takes place while the baby is sleeping, and when she's awake, I either gotta feed her, play with her or pack more stuff. Since she gets up at5 in the morning, I've been at it for so many hours today. So darn tired I sit down, have dinner and am chilling out with a great red wine in a friggin whiskey glass. Insulting both the wine and whiskey. But the idiot I am, I've packed my 'Big Carl'

Anyways.
I can't wait to get this over with...

Anne

Get me off.....

This crazy rollercoaster, that today has been. Holy fucking crap. So Since my last update, I had a baby... She is 8 months now, and insists on getting up at 05.00 in the morning. Which, I've kinda gotten used to, but doesn't mean I don't need a bucket of coffee, before stepping out of my zombie state. So Same thing this morning. Fine... ok, so I had a meeting at Playground Music, which I was pretty exited about... I'm the new ambassador, or online music pusher if you will, and I went in to meet with the bossman, and talk about future ideas and projects. Huge succes. I was super exited as I left the office. So now we have TIRED, and EXITED.... On my way home, I got an email from my boss at the homeless shelter where I work. I am on maternity leave right now, and am starting work again the first week of Dec...... or so I thought. Fuck crap. Apparently I have gotten the weeks mixed up. I only work every other week, 7 days, evening shift. So I've asked my mom, and mother in law, to come look after Nola, the weeks I'm at work (her father is a first lieutenant at the danish Navy, and sailing in Greenland) So they have both switched around their work days, and gotten vacation days, so they could come help me out... Problem is, I have had my head up my ass, and the weeks I actually need help, are the opposites of what I have asked them to com. Fuck me.... I got so stressed out about this, I grew a friggin pimple on my face in a matter of hours, It appeared and was ready to pop. Geeez. Ok, so these two grandmas, are awesome, so we figured it all out, and it turns out its way better like this. Now I can enjoy both family, work and go to 2 amazing shows without any problems (Rob Zombie/ Marilyn Manson and Stone Sour) Ok now we ad extreme stress, confusion and relief. Then... I come home, play with my Nola for a few hours. Happy times, then during her dinner, she fucking chokes... Bad... she does this quite a lot, cuz she's too impatient with her food. It needs to hit her tummy. NOW! Anyways, today however, she managed to first turn blood-red, then loose all color in her face, as I rushed her out of her chair to turn her face/head down and pound on her back, till a piece of broccoli came out, and she could breather freely. Hello adrenalin rush. Mother fucker... she's all cool, after a bit of intense screaming, sits down and finishes her dinner, all blabbering and happy. While She's having dinner, I get a pretty exiting text from Playground about a possible gig, that has me flying... Ad exitement, scared and relief. Ok then (yes there's more) We go about our evening rituals, potty, singing, playing and then bath time. Which usually is a hoot. It was today as well, but halfway through, Nola stands up in her little tub, and dived for-head first out on the tile. All slippery and soaked in soap, she simply slipped, and she's fast as a lizard, so I don't manage to catch her, before she is face/tile and screaming her lungs out. Fuuuuck... ok I quickly grab her, and comfort her. Only takes a second and she is fine, so bath time continues, and she's heading directly into the same accident, as I grab her again. Little lady is too busy exploring to remember what had just happened. I keep my hands close for the rest of the bath, and she's singing and talking to her tub toys. So now we have Tired, Exited, stressed, confusion, relief, excitement and relief. Ad scared and relief again... I put her to bed, and realize how fucking tired I am. Are you kidding, my head is baked, and I love myself for having leftovers. I eat and decide I need a glass of wine... only problem is, we're moving and I've packed my wine glasses. Being a wine lover, I'm not thrilled about drinking wine from anything but a fancy ass glass.... but today I don't give a rats ass, and I'm sipping my awesome red-wine from a whiskey glass. Still on it while I'm reading this, and my wine tastes great. So a day in the simple life that is mine. Hopefully tomorrow will bring me NO action but good action. Anne

morons

So

I bike around the city a lot, and see a lot of cool and funny people.
Every now and then, i'll hear a siren, and stop, cuz I don't know where it's coming from, and where it's going. When I find out, I either keep still, till it's passed me, or start biking on, if it's not going in my direction.

What puzzles me is all the waaay to many poeple who don't stop.
The ones who keep walking, driving or biking, thinking where ever they're going, it's definitely more importend to get there 3 sec sooner, than had they stopped for the ambulance/firetruck or police. Obviously people in distress, dying, houses on fire, or shit getting robbed, its not as importend as their doings and goings.

There's is no excuse not to stop when you hear a siren. And if you don't, please know that I think of you as a selvfish moron And please remember not to be sad when the ambulace on it's way to YOUR heart attack, the firetruck coming to safe YOUR home, or the police rushing to save YOUR ass. Are just a few seconds too late, cuz of a fellow 'keeping on' duchebag.

Thats all.
Have a great weekend
Anne

Mummy's already posing for me

Yummi

My boyfriend and I have been looking at getting a cat for a while....well it's probably mostely me, and he argued that we should wait till after we get home from our trip to Florida this summer.
I agreed, but my mind forced me to keep looking online... just for fun.
Sooooo what happened was, I fell in love with a super fun and cute looking persian, and wanted to go get her.... BUT then I found Yummi. A 3 year old Main Coon. He was so pretty in his picture, I had to go visit him.
We fell in love, and now he is moving in on wednesday. Yay

I'm not a big fan of his name, but on the other hand, he is pretty enough to have a silly name. I'm thinking if I can't handle calling him Yummi, I'll just call out mummy and hope he responds.

He has got a lot of personality, and he' s a curious and sweet cat, but a bit reserved.
He always slaps his paw in his waterbowl before drinking, to make sure there's no ice on the water (instinct) and he will sniff the hair of anyone coming into his home to figure them out.
Here is a few shots from the current owner... I'll post more once he has moved in.

n