A lawnmower, a dildo and a dead car battery

Norway is a beautiful country, especially when its warm and the sun shines. Unfortunately, thats not too often. I live on the Southwest coast where we mostly get rain, wind and arthritis. The locals here will always joke around and say, “Last year we had summer on a Wednesday,” or “We can’t complain, last year we had two whole weeks of summer.” Everyone laughs, because what else can they do?

I come from New Jersey and am therefore well equipped to handle cold winters, a rainy spring, even a crisp fall, but summer is supposed to be warm. I remember swimming everyday, chasing the ice cream man and begging my mother to turn the air conditioner on. The one thing I could always count on was a hot summer on the Jersey Shore.

Life has now carried me to another place, where I never watch weather reports and try hard to except what I can’t change. In reward, Mother Nature will send me a beautiful day every now and then, and from the top of my wind blown hair to the bottom of my cold little toes, I appreciate it!

I’m afraid this is the week everyone will be talking about next year… “In 2012 we had summer for a full week in May.” The weather is magnificent! The sky is a solid blue and because its Norway (land of the midnight sun) daylight comes early and goes on until late in the evening.

I love working outside in the garden, but not when the weather is bad. I guess you could call me a fair weather gardener. I called a girlfriend up yesterday and asked if she would like to go with me to the Garden Center to buy summer flowers for my pots. She has the most beautiful garden and is dedicated enough to run out at two in the morning to wash the salt off her plants after a storm. She claims to have a green heart but not much of a green thumb, which isn’t true, for she has both.

We had a great time wandering about, oohing and aahing, and picking out flowers. Delirious from the unfamiliar heat, I went a little overboard and ended up buying NOK 2,300 (Norwegian Kroner) worth of flowers (you’ll have to do the math or take my word, it was a lot)! My friend also convinced me into buying two bags of cow manure to blend with the four bags of potting soil I bought.

We loaded up the car, soil and manure in the trunk, flowers packed on the back seat and floor, I put the key in, turned the ignition and… Nothing! The car was dead?! My husband was out of town, my friends husband was out sailing and it seemed everyone was out enjoying the nice weather because I couldn’t get a hold of anybody.

First we asked if anyone at the Garden Center could give us a jump, but no one had cables. We then headed to the fast food restaurant next door, where we found four young, leather clad motorcyclists sitting outside eating and asked for help (actually my friend did, she’s braver than me). They were quick to come to the rescue (of us two cougars) and tried push starting the car. It didn’t work.

Now my car was half way down the road, the power windows of course wouldn’t go down, it was hot as blazes, my flowers were wilting and I had a trunk full of manure. We walked back to the restaurant, ordered two soda’s, called a tow truck and waited.

While waiting my friend looked at me as serious as can be and said, “This is all my fault.”

“What, how can this be your fault?” I asked

“All bad things happen in three… Yesterday I ran over the hose while cutting the grass and ruined the lawnmower, last night my dildo broke and today your car died.”

I laughed so hard, I think soda ran out my nose.

About maggiemyklebust

I grew up on the Jersey Shore and now live in Norway. I have also lived in Houston and the Netherlands. I have written a memoir called Fly Away Home.

Posted on May 24, 2012, in all things Norsk, girly talk and tagged , , , , , , , , . Bookmark the permalink. 33 Comments.

  1. Thanks for giving me the first laugh of the day!

  2. liambrennanmusic

    Wonderful. You win the prize for the most entertaining blog post title. Priceless!

  3. Hilarious! Your girlfriend is a hoot!

  4. Thanks for the giggle!

  5. i am saving all your blogs.

  6. Sylvia Rabin

    A great blog post, Maggie. I couldn’t stop laughing.

  7. Too Funny! I know soda would have come out of my nose! p.s. I grew up going to Cape May, N.J. and now live across the Bay, just outside of Lewes! Small world I always enjoy reading your blogs! Thanks

  8. Finding the humor in every situation! Hilarious!

  9. I wanted to add my bit, but it’s taken ;) This was my first laugh of the day, and fortunately, my tea didn’t come out of my nose. The weather sounds much like the weather in Holland, where I grew up. I hope your plants survived: Happy gardening.

    • Thank you!

      Where in Holland did you grow up?
      I lived in Wassenaar for three years and I think the weather was a tiny bit better there than here.

      Thankfully, my plants came back to life after getting them out and giving them water :)

  10. Well I hope your flowers survived! Manure in a hot trunk is no pleasant smell….good for you for still smiling! ;)

  11. annie siersema potter

    never a dull mintue with you maggie!

  12. I gotta say that the second breakage is, of course, the worst! Sod the plants – that’s what you should have gone shopping for! ;)

    I love it when something really funny happens after bad stuff. :)

  13. Haha…Hehe… Oh my, I think a little tea just ran out my nose!

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