My life's three greatests achievements. Age 27.

As my birthday approaches (yes, go check you FB calendars because it IS closer than I would even like to admit) I have taken some time to analyze my life at age 27.

27 is a pretty good number, and by 27 I should (or should not) have a long list of achievements, right? Well, I have to admit my list of real achievements is not too long.

But you know what? Despite the fact that some people may think that I share too  much information on this blog, I feel compelled to share them with you so here are...

MY LIFE'S GREATEST ACHIEVEMENTS, AGE 27:

ACHIEVEMENT #1 Dancing the Hula-Hop (age 5).

Those were long days, for my poor parents specially, who had to help me with the huge round piece of plastic. I am stubborn. Hula-Hop is now my wii specialty.

ACHIEVEMENT #2 Diving (age 9)

And it all started with a lie. I may or may not, who knows, have told a friend at school that I could dive (liar liar my pants on fire). That was before the summer, and I was supposed to go to swimming classes with that girl in September... so, I could not, of course, be caught in my lie, so again, my parents' enormous patience, a long summer of red tummy and ear infection and... yes! I could dive! That was also the summer I had to go to the hospital because an ear plug got stuck in my ear... Good times.

Stuborness again did the deal.

ACHIEVEMENT #3 Solving the Rubik cube (ages 13 to 27)

Unknowingly to myself, every four years of my life I endevoured to achive something (say my real first achievement was learning how to speak at age 1 more or less, followed by Hula Hop age 5 etc.) So at 13 I discovered the magnificent, nerve wrecking, time wasting RUBIK cube (R). And there my consistent achievement career stopped for... 15 long years.

There was one time when a girl at school solved it in 5 minutes before my own eyes just because she could see it. There was another when my uncle tried to explain there was an infalible formula to solve the cube... that was some time between ages 15 and 17...

And then, after long years in denial, a Rubik cube turned up at the office. No one wanted the poor ugly stupid cube... but me. Of course.

At first the cube was just impossible to solve. I will not explain this again for fear many may stop reading, but I swear on my one ring that it was impossible.

I could not live knowing that there was a cube around and that it could not be solved so... as you may have heard me say some times... when in doubt: WASHI TAPE.

And so I washitaped the cube, and appart from being the cutest Rubik cube in the history of mankind, it was also solvable again!!

So mom messed it up, and I started searching the web for a solution which I could understand and interpret and use. You know what? solving the cube, even with the instructions was a nightmare.

This started one week ago, and last night, some time between 1 and 1.23 am, it happened. MIRACLE of mathematics.

SUCCESS, I solved (with help yes) a Rubik cube before 28!

Now I can move on with my life.

If you are wondering, pics have been made pretty with the ABeautifulMess app. Great blog. Great App. These two sisters are rising my SYSTERBOLAGET spirits to soaring heights.

Explanation on SYSTERBOLAGET goes to the list of upcoming posts. Promise.

Such is Life.