I'm Wilma. Girl. No dragon tattoo. I love theatre, history, music that makes me orgasm and taking pictures. I split myself between two places (Stockholm-Tallinn), my current hub is Tallinn. Wherever my circus goes, there's always a party. If the party does end, I watch cat videos and blog about it all. Check out my yearly summaries below to get to know me a bit better:

Monday, June 19, 2017

My delayed birthday party

I can now safely say that approximately one month after the real date my birthday celebrations are finally over. 
I was pampered. I was loved. I was hugged. I was made so bloody happy. 
Like this picture below illustrates, I genuinely like to be in the spotlight and on birthdays I don't have to hide it.


The feeling we got after I admitted that I have gained some extra kilos:


With the support of my friends I can do anything!


Being a host is so much pressure! I forgot so many things, like to serve the ice-cream. DISASTER! It is always a real struggle to make everyone feel welcome. I forgot to check out the gifts and discovered lovely notes like three days later. I should have thanked more and hugged more. The gifts were ideal and I didn't even have to use my fake this-gift-is-so-awesome face, but actually thinking what-the-hell-am-I-going-to-do-with-this-crap (gifts like living hamster or a book What to Expect When You’re Expecting when you are just fat). 
My friends know me better than that or Fred gave them really good tips. AITÄH SÕBRAD!

G made a bitchin' cake.
I salute her!:


The Uber driver was waiting, the neighbours were watching,
but one does not leave from my birthday party without a picture:


GÖÖÖÖRLLLFRIEEENDSS!:


My doors are open for early birds and later comers.
Come as you are:


Even cute Mister Squirrel dropped by.
First it was cute and all,
but now he is eating my plants and the friendship is over!



"She's not handling this 40 thing too well, is she? I mean, golly, I wish I could tell her it's no big deal. I had a ball on my 40th birthday. I felt really strong, really sorted-out about it. I realized what a lucky, wonderful person I was. And whether in your 30s or your 40s, you're still the same gorgeous person. 
Enjoy life!
-When will you be 50?
She hasn't started 50 therapy yet."

Thursday, June 15, 2017

We be drummin', we be jammin' at Sunset house aka Päikeseloojangu maja

Two months ago after some glass of wine I started to force my long-time dream upon my friends. Many years now I have wished renting the Sunset house aka Päikeseloojangu maja, but I have always been too late and it has been fully booked. Luckily Ott is the fastest gun in Estonia and he clicked 'book' before I even got to end my 'Why we should go' speech.


A true roadtrip needs a proper minivan and a guy with Hawaiian shirt on the backseat: 


Summer 100% downloaded:


We saw those rubber noses and straight away we said to the lady at Koduextra:
"SHUT UP AND TAKE OUR MONEY!"


I get more gangster when I'm in Southern Estonia:

What do you get if you cross a duck with fireworks?
A firequacker!


Minute ago I screamed "STOP THE CAR! COW PIC TIME!!!"


Embrace yourselves the noses are not coming off anymore!:


And then we arrived to our destination.
It was all so lovely and fluffy:


Took a walk around the bog and got a bit overly excited:


The everyday problems were left behind in Tallinn,
no troubles here:


Trying to guess were Russia is:


If you are happy and you know it
and you really want to show it:



Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaand the tree fell on us:


I'll just leave this inspirational quote here for your pleasure:


Juss now knows what to do when a bear attacks,
he just hopes it does not happen:


We be drummin', we be jammin'...

...we be cookin'...


...we be drinkin':


Sisi & Meme:


Sense? It makes none:


Erik does not believe in God,
but blissful moments like these, he looks up to the clouds and sends a 'Thank you' thought:


Ott needed a new picture for his Tinder:


The moment when your friend turns up to be a God:


Looking at his husband-to-be


True friendship means total freedom to push a bloody tampon upon your bestie's nose:


Flex to the max:


He likes big butts and he cannot lie,
you other brothers can't deny!:


*The number you have reached is having a good time.
Try again on Monday.*


The Sunset house is best for looking at sunsets.
I wonder where the name comes from?


A duck and a kitten - at first glance completely unsuitable,
but against all odds turned out to be a perfect match:




The morning after some wild animals woke us up:


We ended the trip at Taevaskoja and got in touch with the Estonian native faith.
Even if the rest of the summer is complete rubbish it will still be one of the best summers in my life: