The Miscreation of Stig

Dirty deeds... I mean dishes.

I had a major revelation the other day. It just blew my mind when I found out. It was as if I had had the wrong glasses all my life and suddenly got the right ones. The world slid into focus and I was reborn.

From Serbia With Love

I am really looking forward to a week of english, fun and getting to know Jesus the Serbian way. (oh yes... there will be fun) A tale of traveling, waiting, more traveling, more waiting (even more waiting) and friendship. A tale of Serbians, Czecks, Americans, Slovaks, Norwegians and one british guy who was a bit preoccupied with his oncoming marriage.

New times

These are exiting times as I say goodbye to the beloved capital of Norway. I'm moving to my new internship at Bergen Baptist Church, I'm moving closer to my family and last but not least, I'm moving closer to my girlfriend. Things will never be the same from here on out.
(Que: Dramatic music)

Hurra and huzzah!!!

May 17th! Our proud peoples national day. The day we celebrate our Independence from the Swedish bastards (no offense). The day we all can walk around in our national costume eating hot dogs, ice cream and candy floss. It is a day to gather in great masses and walk side by side waving our flag and shouting the national anthem in chorus. This is the day that Norwegians become all the more nationalistic (as if we are not nationalistic enough every other day of the year). It is also a day for family, or for those who hasn't got a family nearby, a day for friends to meet and celebrate together. A day for LUUUUVV!!! (ok, Stig... take it down a notch, will you?)

Food

This is a very funny picture, and I've thought of several titles for it. "Oooo... That looks so tasty..." (Said in a whisper.) "Oooo... I wouldn't do that if I were you." "Phu! It smells so bad! And you're about to eat it!" "Does anybody else feel a bit uncomfortable here?" "This is why I never leave home..." "And I thought Norwegians were a civilized people." "...food..." (Said in a tiny whisper)

The people in this picture are friends of mine from Bergen. The worried one is called Mihn (Pronounced it sounds like the Norwegian word for mine. Funny.) The "beef eater" is called Silje and works as a Children and youth worker in Bergen Baptist Church. The beef/tasty peace of meat/bacon belongs to Sunniva who is currently attending a designer school in Italy. She may become a famous designer some day.

Peace out
Pass the meat...