Operation Tubetop

Sup? It's New Year's Eve. Woot? I haven't had a blow out crazy New Year's Eve in years and that is a-ok. I've traded in the sequins for jeggings. And standing outside in the bitter cold, to watching TV and drinking champagne that hasn't been marked up by 500 per cent. I've had some crazy NYE times; Red Square for Y2K, top of the CN tower, in the center of Vienna (I was on a balcony overlooking the Graben and I may or may not have yelled "BOW DOWN TO YOUR QUEEN, PEASANTS!!" and I totally don't fault people below for aiming fireworks at me) and so on and so forth and guys... I'm tired. I do, however, reserve the right to change my mind next year. This year will be our first New Year's Eve in the new apartment and I am curious if we will see fireworks in the park. We are having a couple of friends over for a casual night of champagne, raclette, and lead melting (Austrian tradition). If you are looking for comfort food and glitter, come

Wow. It's the last day of 2014. I feel like this has been one rollercoaster of a year. I could say it was a craptastic year but I could also say it was a great year. 2014 was a bit like my teenage self esteem; up and down and up and down and then up for a while when plaid fat hiding shirts came into style. I also tend to get a little emotional at the end of the year. I don't know if it is my fat crying because every year I plan to "lose weight" and January 2nd becomes the day of hunger. Or is it the realization that each year seems to go by a little bit faster? I like to meditate over the past year, to ruminate, to renovate? I am totally selling that line to Kanye. Anyway, here is a bit of a lookback on the year that was 2014. January: Oh boy! Was I excited about January 2014! We were in the midst of getting a diagnosis but things were looking up. We were about to start a new daycare and I was sure that things were going to be great. Famous last words. Feb

So yesterday I wrote that I received many many many things and one of those things was a juicer. Yay! The Husband got the Kenwood one and it is all fancy and shiny and here is a fact; your juicer will never look like it did when you took it out of the box once you first use it. Sad. But true. For the past few weeks I have been gearing up for a juicing cleanse. This all started a couple of months ago when a friend suggested the documentary "Fat, Sick and Nearly Dead". I promptly forgot about this film until I was on Pinterest looking for "Something to stop me from eventually requiring a motorized vehicle to get through the store" and up popped a juicing cleanse. This then led (thanks to the magical land of the Internet) to a Youtube link to the film my friend suggested; "Fat, Sick and Nearly Dead". This is a great documentary and very inspiring and once I watched this I was all like "I WANT A JUICER! NOW! I WANT IT!" But I had to wait

Oh wow! What a Christmas! I would probably be feeling the post Christmas blues but I'm not. I'm feeling more Why did you wake up at 2 am, Kid and not fall asleep until 5 am ? Ugh. It was a long 3 hours and when he finally fell asleep, I went into the kitchen and hid all the cookies, pound cake and anything with sugar and as of today, his eating habits are changing and so are the house rules. No more Mrs. Nice Mommy. Oh no, there is a new sheriff in town. Poor Kid. I have been pretty lax on him this past year due to all the changes but as each month passes, I realize that this is just a hindrance to him in the long run. Wish me luck and watch me fold around 4 p.m. today. Anyway, this Christmas was amahzing. The Husband, who apparently reads my blog now, got me so many incredible gifts. I also realized that I have the wants of a 12 year old girl; pink and sparkly! Yay! The only thing I asked him directly for Christmas was a juicer. I was subtle and sent him an e-mail with the

I had hoped to have written more this past week but of course, it didn't happen. I even had an awesome re-cap of a craptastic Lifetime film planned. Arrgh (maybe tonight). The crunch before Christmas is always cruncherriffic and to top things off, our nanny had a family emergency so there was the juggling of the Kid which threw my carefully orchestrated shopping plan waaay off. Our nanny came by last night to see the Kid so that we could exchange gifts and it seems that her situation is getting a little bit better (so relieved - she is part of our family) but I swear to God, 2014, you are not going out with a bang by taking another good person. I SAY NO! So, I'm just going to stop right there and do a little happy dance because today is my last day of work until January 5th! Woot! We haven't had proper time off as a family in over a year and a half and I cannot wait. Oh the cleaning I'll do! Today is Christmas Eve and it is a little surreal seeing that it is like

Ugh you guys. First of all, Happy Hanukkah! And a very Happy Wedding Anniversary to my parents. 41 years! That's amahzing! In other news, today was a bit of a clusterfuck. I was absolutely exhausted. The Kid did not sleep well the night before. At one point he was goosestepping while lying down and when the Husband tried to reach out and stop him, he inadvertently grabbed my hair. (Yeah, inadvertently) Which led to much yelling on my part and many apologies on the Husband's part. I also didn't sleep well because today was the big appointment at the autism center that we have been waiting close to two months for. The nerves, they were eating at me. Yesterday, the Husband called to re-confirm our appointment at 6:30 this evening and all was fine. This morning he sent me an e-mail telling me that the center had called and could only see us at 3:30 today. This was not good. This made me froth at the mouth. I made him call and ask if we could re-schedule and they told hi

It is Sunday night and I am in my jammies, my fluffy robe, comfy slippers and I am feeling like a commercial for an easy listening radio station. Cooomfy. It was an absolutely fabulous weekend and I am feeling well rested and ready for the next week. This past weekend was great for a whole lot of reasons. My parents were in town and I was spoiled with amazing gifts; stuff to wear, jewellery, stuff to serve stuff, a Longchamp purse, Jo Malone body cream, pearls, a fake fur stole, a fake fire place, and so much more. The Kid received a great easel and he has been using it off and on through out the day. I like to think he expresses himself through art. Apparently large angry circles are his way to tell me "Shut your pie hole and change my diaper" I got my parents gifts too because apparently after you turn 5, gifts comprised of clay and my handprint are no longer adorable. On Saturday (after making sure my dad would be interested in the idea of one) I headed to Saturn t

It has been a crazy few days. I feel like I've been starting every blog post saying that. But dudes, I'm exhausted. So again, this is just going to be a post of dis and dat with perhaps a little bit of kvetching about how tiiiiired I am when really, I am super grateful to be exhausted because that means I am living life to the fullest right now.... and developing more and more of a gut. If we are friends on Facebook or you follow my Operation Tubetop Facebook page (thank you and if you haven't liked the page, then please do because with every like, my self esteem grows. Like the Grinch and his heart), you would have seen that I am now a contributor for the wonderful website; Vienna Würstelstand. I am now the "child expert" (don't snort!). I met a lovely woman on Sunday who said "Oh! You're the bad mother!". I twitched and then realized she was misquoting from the Vienna Würstelstand Facebook page when they had introduced me and called me a &