I can't believe I've been home for four weeks already. It's been the quickest December in a long, long time.
Christmas Eve was celebrated in Grovfjord at my grandparents' place.
The few days we were there were absurd. Grandma kept going on about:
- Finish all the food now. I don't want left-overs. Come on; theres one spoon of rice porridge left, who wants it? No one?! Ok, I'll eat it. One potato left. Here, you look hungry.
- Do not flush the toilet paper down the toilet. Throw it in the bin next to. (Everyone is standing there as question marks). It can get closed up. - Yes, Grandma, after 40 years of flushing down the toiletpaper IN the toilet, it will probably break down now.
- Eat the apples now. I told you to only buy what you'll eat. So now, EAT!
My mum, aunt and grandma made the traditional Norwegian christmas dinner (pinnekjott). I've never liked it, still don't like it and never will I guess. My family never gets it, and think it's just as surprising every year that I don't eat that greezy meet. I've always been very happy with my rice porridge. BUT, this year they couldn't accept that I only ate porridge on Christmas Eve, who does that? So me and my Grandpa got fish.
Opening the presents always takes forever with us. And it did too this year. Grandpa got two presents. As he got the second one he looked at it and said "no". It looked exactly like the bottle of something he had tried before. Once the nurse was there they tried to give him an energy drink. It came straight from the fridge and was very cold. As he swallowed it he got cold all the way down to his stomach. He also said his head got cold and then his arms dropped. He was quick, he said, and saved my grandma by drinking her drink so they wouldn't die both of them. When he saw the present he asked for a rope and a big rock so he could throw it to the sea and never see it again. After a while we managed to convince he it was only a deodorant and safe to open.
Grandpa is one funny man. Just before we left he had to wear his winter shoes inside. The slippers were hard as rocks and couldn't be worn. Once again he wished he had some rope and a rock, and could throw them far to sea.
Of coursewe had to take the traditional x-mas pictures before we left. Me and my sister had some fury beanies on. My grandpa recognized them at once and ran to the hall to get his on. Then we were all ready for the photo shoot.
The newest member of the Johnsen family came over on Christmas Day. I dare say we became the bestest friends. After a whole day of playing with everyone he felt asleep on my lap. 
