Operation Tubetop

Well, it's all over. Weeks and weeks of planning and then just one night of excessive drinking and then BOOM! it's over. It's a bit like the Bride Blues that one gets after spending thousands on sugarcoated almonds and a signature cocktail, while screaming at anyone within a 5 foot radius for a year and everyone nodding and smiling and saying "It's your day. We understand." And then BOOM! you wake up the next morning and your taffeta dress with the bazillion buttons going up the back mocks you as you can hear it whisper "You shall never fit into me again". You are no longer the bride. There will no longer be anymore shrill screaming or silver frames received wrapped in tissue paper. You are just a normal person with less money in your bank account. And that hurts. So this is kind of what happens to me the day after the party. There's a bit of sadness and since I know that this will happen, I decided a couple of years ago to give myself a chal...

Apologies, apologies! It has been 5 days since my last post, forgive me father... or awesome people who read my blog. On Saturday we had our annual Halloween party and it was... well, IT WAS AWESOME! A post about that will come later but I thought that I would first update y'all on what happened yesterday because I'm the boss of this blog. And at home... And sometimes at Billa. Anyway... A little background... When we moved into this apartment, we found out that just downstairs was an integration kindergarten. We found out that we had to meet with the district child psychologist so that we could qualify our son for a space. We met Dr. W. and BAM! a few months later (September 3rd to be exact) we had our first day at the kindergarten, just downstairs. As you have read over the past few weeks, it has been a bit of a trip but the best part is that every morning, the Kid is overwhelmingly excited to go. The Husband and I pretty much fight who gets to take him in the morning. Th...

Apologies for not writing sooner. It has been an incredibly hectic time. The Husband has a huge project due and has been getting in super super late the past few days. He also worked over the weekend so I barely know what he looks like anymore. (Any man could show up and I'd just assume that's the Husband). Honey? You want more Fro Yo? Speaking of the weekend, it was not bad. Not bad at all.Saturday I had to work a half day in the afternoon, and then headed home to hang out with the Kid and then get ready for dinner at one of my favourite places in Vienna - O'Connors. I arrived at 7:30 and wine was ordered, food consumed, more wine was ordered and, well, we pretty much shut the place down. No, like literally. The guy turned off the lights and had to unlock the doors to let us out. I apologize for holding him up and next time I will come with the Husband and we will bore each other and we will be out of there by 8. Promise. Then Sunday happened. I kind of wish that ...

Oh guys. I was dreading this meeting. I was in a sick to my stomach but yet can down a large portion of baked macaroni and cheese kind of state the last few days. It wasn't pretty. I lost my vegan badge and probably got kicked off the PETA Christmas e-mail list. NOT GOOD. This meeting has been postponed a couple of times and I have just wanted to rip the band-aid off. I have good reason to fear meetings at daycares. I don't think we have ever had a good meeting at a daycare. IN FACT, even recitals have always ended badly. So, yeah, I was little freaked out to attend this meeting... especially considering this daycare is our last chance in terms of child care arrangements. I know this, I looked it up. I might have prayed a little this past week. We ran around the apartment this morning, getting ready and trying to get the Kid up. Murphy's Law: toddlers will always sleep in on the mornings that you need to get a move on. ALWAYS. Half asleep I got him dressed and carried ...

Guys. I am not quite sure what to say. One post and I am like, I am like, wait... let me put down my wine... I am like plutzing. I cannot believe all the messages I have received the last few days. As I wrote on the Operation Tubetop page, I am so incredibly overwhelmed and so incredibly touched. I feel like Anne Hathaway before everybody started to dislike her. Not sure why... she had great bangs in "The Devil Wears Prada". Anywho. I am amazed at the response and I vow to keep on posting... even though I am sitting here, thinking.. "hmmm... how can I top that post about living in Vienna.?" So, I have decided to tawk about my walks. Because.. why not? As most of you know, I take a walk almost every morning. I do this because otherwise I would spend at least an hour reading reality gossip and while I find that a wonderful thing to do, I realize that at 33, I need to stop writing "eu mah gawd" in the comments section everytime there is a post about Teres...

You know what would be helpful guys? Me actually placing my cup under the coffee maker. Gawd I am dumb at 5 a.m. but it really isn't my fault that I am exhausted. The Kid was a thing possessed last night. The bedtime routine went down without a hitch (sleep training update today!) but around 9:30 he came running into our room and launched himself into bed and fell asleep mid lunge. At 11:30 he started his Jackie Chan moves and I yelled "Dammit! You are going to your bed before you bruise another one of my kidneys. NO MORE!" and so I half dragged him to his room, changed his diaper and then threw a bottle of milk into his bed. I walked back to bed and may or may not have yelled at the Husband "Thanks a fucking bunch for helping me out." Awww, mawwiage. This one is going in the family album! At 2 the Kid again came running full speed into our room - just take a minute here and imagine a crazed 3 foot zombie running at 60 miles per hour with his eyes closed. Y...

Well, lemme just start off by saying; holy crap did yesterday's post go nuts! I mean, holy crap! Thank you everybody for reading it and sharing it on the Interwebs. Dear lawdy. I looked at my stats this morning and had to do the whole r ub the eyes in disbelief schtick. And the views keep coming. Thank you! And now, back to our schedule. As you guys know, I decided to give veganism the old college try. How am I doing? Actually, pretty awesome. Out of the 13 days so far, I have only had cheese twice. Real cheese on cheesy pizzas. That's a huge win. Have I lost weigh? No clue. I will know when I get on the scale next Monday because do not fear, the 12 Week Challenge is back. Still going on. Still happening. Still a thorn in my side. I don't think my stats will be amahzing on Monday but that really isn't the whole point of the 6:1 vegan plan I am on. Just joking. Weight loss is EVERYTHING. No, no, I jest. This is about leading a healthier life. About discovering c...