A Keyword Post
Gah! I keep writing these random posts because I haven't had to time to sit down and actually write a post about just one thing. I have been busy so I haven't had the normal healthy experience of thinking of strongly worded letters to send to customer service reps and/or restaurants. So, instead, I am doing another ole Keyword Post! Off we go!
Hair appointment: This Friday is finally my hair appointment. I am super psyched and I am also currently chilling a bottle of sekt in my fridge to bring with me. Yes, it's a thing to drink in hair salons here. This country is amahzing. I'm still trying to decide on a red. I keep going from Joan from Mad Men to Emma Stone in The Help. These are important issues, guys!
Spray tanning: I am so excited! I saw a post a while ago about a woman who does spray tanning in Vienna. I have been a couple of times in the past; first time I thought I had accidentally stumbled upon a porn set and the second time was the hottest day of the year and I literally melted brown. So this time I am excited because I have been able to rope a couple of friends to join me. It is a little early in the season but I figure I can start off light and then turn myself into a leather satchel by the summer. Stay tuned.
The Kid and the tummy ache: Pretty much since Sunday, the Kid has been, well, a kid possessed. He has been in a foul mood. When I got home both on Monday and Tuesday, the Nanny practically ran out of the apartment. She looked wiped and I noticed that all our valuable have been placed up high. She is so good with him but I think I spotted some Holy Water in her purse and some garlic by the door. Last night the Husband and I realized that he has been, for lack of better term, a little bunged up. We decided to ruin any trust he has in us and give him, cough, something to help, cough, loosed stuff up. Let's just say he walked around on his tippy toes for about 20 minutes while cursing our existence. My heart broke for him but suddenly, all was well again. Boy did he sleep well last night. And lo and behold, he was so much better today. Amazing. The only side effect is that the Kid keeps his back to the wall every time we walk by. Poor guy.
Southern Charm: Oh man this show is coming back! I cannot wait! This is one of my all time favourite reality shows and I don't care who knows! I've mentioned before that I am a bit of a Southern fan so this show is right up my alley. I feel like I can respect a region that thinks drinking is a refined afternoon hobby. March 16th is the premiere date and it is one of the few shows the Husband will willingly watch with me. I cannot wait! Huzzah!
The Husband: And speaking of the Husband, he's a great guy. He's honest, he's loving and he pretty much puts up with me on a daily basis. He made my heart melt a little bit more on Sunday. He took the Kid to the park for a little while and like usual, he texted me a picture. Usually it is a picture of the Kid but when I opened the attachment, I wasn't sure what I was looking at. So I wrote him back "Why am I looking at a picture of dirt? Wait! Where's RAPHAEL?!" Turns out that the picture of dirt was actually a baby bird he found. He was about to call animal rescue when a woman and her dog walked by. He pointed the bird out to the woman and they did some google searching to figure out what kind of bird it was. Turns out it was a baby dove and the random woman was a vet. The chances! She bundled the baby bird in her scarf and went to her office. Proud of my man. It especially made up for what had happened on Saturday... A couple of years ago, when I was in Canada, I bought a carbon monoxide monitor. In Austria, fire detectors are barely even a "thing" so when I brought the detector back, the Husband snorted. Oh, I'm sorry, let's throw caution to the wind and die in our sleep! Saturday he pulled it out and actually took it out of the box. He set it up (put a battery in it) and it started to beep at random points. I was in the living room when I suddenly heard dry heaving from the bedroom. Alarmed that the Husband was unable to breathe, I called out "Da Hell are you doing and can you keep it down!?" He yelled back "I'm breathing!!" to which I yelled back "What?!" So I kicked off my sofa blanket and got up from the couch and walked in to find the Husband breathing heavily onto the CO2 monitor like a perv on a phone. "What on Earth are you doing?" I asked... again "I'm testing it? My breath has CO2." he responded... like I was the idiot. This man has a Masters of engineering and yet....God, do I love him but bless his heart.
So that's it for the keyword post! Lots more to write about because everyday is an adventure in Tovaland. And actually, what do y'all think? Joan red or Emma Stone red? Nighty night.
Hair appointment: This Friday is finally my hair appointment. I am super psyched and I am also currently chilling a bottle of sekt in my fridge to bring with me. Yes, it's a thing to drink in hair salons here. This country is amahzing. I'm still trying to decide on a red. I keep going from Joan from Mad Men to Emma Stone in The Help. These are important issues, guys!
Spray tanning: I am so excited! I saw a post a while ago about a woman who does spray tanning in Vienna. I have been a couple of times in the past; first time I thought I had accidentally stumbled upon a porn set and the second time was the hottest day of the year and I literally melted brown. So this time I am excited because I have been able to rope a couple of friends to join me. It is a little early in the season but I figure I can start off light and then turn myself into a leather satchel by the summer. Stay tuned.
The Kid and the tummy ache: Pretty much since Sunday, the Kid has been, well, a kid possessed. He has been in a foul mood. When I got home both on Monday and Tuesday, the Nanny practically ran out of the apartment. She looked wiped and I noticed that all our valuable have been placed up high. She is so good with him but I think I spotted some Holy Water in her purse and some garlic by the door. Last night the Husband and I realized that he has been, for lack of better term, a little bunged up. We decided to ruin any trust he has in us and give him, cough, something to help, cough, loosed stuff up. Let's just say he walked around on his tippy toes for about 20 minutes while cursing our existence. My heart broke for him but suddenly, all was well again. Boy did he sleep well last night. And lo and behold, he was so much better today. Amazing. The only side effect is that the Kid keeps his back to the wall every time we walk by. Poor guy.
Southern Charm: Oh man this show is coming back! I cannot wait! This is one of my all time favourite reality shows and I don't care who knows! I've mentioned before that I am a bit of a Southern fan so this show is right up my alley. I feel like I can respect a region that thinks drinking is a refined afternoon hobby. March 16th is the premiere date and it is one of the few shows the Husband will willingly watch with me. I cannot wait! Huzzah!
The Husband: And speaking of the Husband, he's a great guy. He's honest, he's loving and he pretty much puts up with me on a daily basis. He made my heart melt a little bit more on Sunday. He took the Kid to the park for a little while and like usual, he texted me a picture. Usually it is a picture of the Kid but when I opened the attachment, I wasn't sure what I was looking at. So I wrote him back "Why am I looking at a picture of dirt? Wait! Where's RAPHAEL?!" Turns out that the picture of dirt was actually a baby bird he found. He was about to call animal rescue when a woman and her dog walked by. He pointed the bird out to the woman and they did some google searching to figure out what kind of bird it was. Turns out it was a baby dove and the random woman was a vet. The chances! She bundled the baby bird in her scarf and went to her office. Proud of my man. It especially made up for what had happened on Saturday... A couple of years ago, when I was in Canada, I bought a carbon monoxide monitor. In Austria, fire detectors are barely even a "thing" so when I brought the detector back, the Husband snorted. Oh, I'm sorry, let's throw caution to the wind and die in our sleep! Saturday he pulled it out and actually took it out of the box. He set it up (put a battery in it) and it started to beep at random points. I was in the living room when I suddenly heard dry heaving from the bedroom. Alarmed that the Husband was unable to breathe, I called out "Da Hell are you doing and can you keep it down!?" He yelled back "I'm breathing!!" to which I yelled back "What?!" So I kicked off my sofa blanket and got up from the couch and walked in to find the Husband breathing heavily onto the CO2 monitor like a perv on a phone. "What on Earth are you doing?" I asked... again "I'm testing it? My breath has CO2." he responded... like I was the idiot. This man has a Masters of engineering and yet....God, do I love him but bless his heart.
So that's it for the keyword post! Lots more to write about because everyday is an adventure in Tovaland. And actually, what do y'all think? Joan red or Emma Stone red? Nighty night.
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