Dis and a lot of Dat
Last week had me in bed most nights by 9. Wild partying? No. Just complete and utter exhaustion from my first week of interval training. Ergo, only one post was posted. Friday morning we had a kid therapy session and since it was the Husband's birthday, I stayed for the session, then took him to kindergarten and then hoofed it work. Next week, the Husband's in charge.
Friday afternoon/evening was wonderful. I met the Husband at 4:45 and we were supposed to go to Champions for a drink but it didn't open until 5 so I suggested a drink in the Marriott lobby and that was fun. And then the bar was open and we went for a small drink there and that was fun and then we made our way over to Satrapezo; one of my favourite restaurants in Vienna. The service is always impeccable, the food is wonderful and the prices are amazing. Don't ever go changing fabulous Georgian restaurant. I took the Husband there for the first time and we ordered a bottle of rose. He skimmed the menu after I ordered for us and he was like, this looks expensive. I laughed and I laughed. We were given a free starter of soup. Then shared the reason I breathe Khachipouri and then I had the Khinkali and he had the Kebabi (because I really really like saying Kebabi: "Schlomo! You look like you are wasting away! Have a little Kebabi" (followed by Nanny Fein's laugh)). Then we got free strawberries and cream and the whipped cream at this place is the most amazing whipped cream I have ever ever have had ever. And I'm fat. So I know cream. I know cream well. And our total bill came out to 50 euros which is incredible and then I taunted the birthday boy with "HA! TOLD YOU! IN YOUR FACE! TOTALLY AFFORDABLE!" We still had a little time to kill before we had to be home so we stopped for a nightcap at a local bar. It was a really great date night and the Husband enjoyed it because there were no surprises. He doesn't really like celebrating his birthday and yet the number of surprise parties I have thrown for him....Moving on.
Morning interval training: So as I wrote last week, I got roped in (I'm drunk, yes I'll do it!) to doing a 5K at the end of May. On Monday I did my first of the 8 week training plan. It was 2 minutes of walking and 1 minute of running for 21 minutes. I started off thinking "Meh, not so bad." but by the third cycle I started to think I might pass out. But I didn't. Well, maybe I did and I don't remember But I did it again on Tuesday morning. Took a break on Wednesday because my legs were screaming in protest. Everytime I would sit down, walk down steps, take a step, think about something, I would let out a little "ow". It was annoying to others, and life affirming to me. Thursday night I met a couple of friends which I will get to in a minute and then Friday morning I did the third set for week 1. Saturday I paid in pain and cried a little through out the day. This morning I took a long walk with a friend which helped ease some of the soreness. And tomorrow I start week 2 and fingers crossed my little voice inside my head doesn't point out how nice and warm our apartment is and how I can always make up the run on another day. Ugh. Stay strong, Tova
Group jog: When I posted last week on Facebook that I was going to start training for the 5K, a couple of friends wrote that they were interested in joining me. We decided to meet at 8 on Thursday night because kid bedtimes and also safe in the knowledge that we would probably all be in our beds by 9:30. We met and I kept saying "We are doing this slowly, right?" And off we went and it was great. We were a chatty bunch the first 5 minutes and then one friend was like "OK, that was enough of me talking, someone else take over." and at that point, I was feeling winded and told her I would send her an email later. Less talkey, more walkey, and jogging. Ugh, the jogging. We almost ran into a car and a random man standing outside a winebar tried to chat us up but we completed the 24 minutes and high fived each other because we are AWESOME. I'm looking forward to this week: we are upping the ante. And next time I will stretch before because my shins almost detached from my body. Remind me why I am doing this again? Oh, right, for the SWAG. And the smug.
Christening: We were invited to a Christening yesterday. I ended up going alone and the Husband stayed home with the Kid. I had images of Bram Stoker's Coppola Dracula scene in the church at the beginning of the film if we brought the Kid along. Blood pooling, holy water spilled. It wouldn't be fun. The Christening took place at the Russian Orthodox church in the 3rd district and it was such a flashback to my years in Moscow; namely, sitting in Red Square, drinking Baltika beer and looking at St. Basil's. I was classy at 17 and I am classy at 34. Our friends' son was adorable and smiled throughout the ceremony. It was intimate and it was special and a real highlight of my year so far. I am not Christian, Orthodox, Catholic or a Kardashian, but I appreciate the rite of passage and the solemnity and how very special it is to see a baby be surrounded by so much love and support. And I got to wear my Hermes. Nice, Tova. Bring that special moment back to you. After the beautiful ceremony, we were invited to lunch at Lugeck; a new venture of Figlmüller. It was a meal of dumpling soup, wine, fried chicken, wine, potato and cucumber salad, wine and chocolate cake with ice cream. There was some wine too. It truly was a special day and I was honoured to be part of it.
New website: Aaaaand... because I am not busy at all. Ha ha. I have a new project. I met with my therapist yesterday morning and we got to talking (which is usually what happens) and we decided to create a resource for parents in Vienna. I wrote about this on Facebook but the summary is: I want to make a website with lists for parents of children with special needs. These lists would be comprised of English speaking therapists/aides/specialists/baby sitters/centers, etc and general information. It has been very very difficult to get where we are now in terms of an integration kindergarten and a great therapist and if I can help other parents just a little bit, that would be... well... that would be awesome. Again with the people pleasing, Tova. But in all seriousness, it is hard enough to face the unknown and even harder to face it in a foreign country and we, as a community, need to support each other. Having a child with special needs is isolating enough but if we can have just a little more support, I know what a difference that will make. If you know of anyone who would be great for the new site, please write me at tmspatz@gmail.com. And stay tuned!
It is Sunday night. The Husband is on bedtime duty. We have eaten our dinner (Chinese takeout) and have cleaned up a little and now it is time for me to wash my face, put out my running gear for tomorrow morning and crawl into bed with a good book. I'm in a good place and I am ecstatic to say that the Kid is bringing back some of his language. A couple of days ago he said "Bus" and then he said "Kalt". But he was in time out so I was like "YAAAAAYYY! That's my boy! Now sit down! You are still in trouble! But I am so so proud of you." Poor kiddo. And then today he said "Ausziehen" (take off) when his shirt was bothering him and he said "Wasser" (water) and literally, my heart wants to explode in joy. Good times are ahead! I can feel it! Happy Sunday!
Friday afternoon/evening was wonderful. I met the Husband at 4:45 and we were supposed to go to Champions for a drink but it didn't open until 5 so I suggested a drink in the Marriott lobby and that was fun. And then the bar was open and we went for a small drink there and that was fun and then we made our way over to Satrapezo; one of my favourite restaurants in Vienna. The service is always impeccable, the food is wonderful and the prices are amazing. Don't ever go changing fabulous Georgian restaurant. I took the Husband there for the first time and we ordered a bottle of rose. He skimmed the menu after I ordered for us and he was like, this looks expensive. I laughed and I laughed. We were given a free starter of soup. Then shared the reason I breathe Khachipouri and then I had the Khinkali and he had the Kebabi (because I really really like saying Kebabi: "Schlomo! You look like you are wasting away! Have a little Kebabi" (followed by Nanny Fein's laugh)). Then we got free strawberries and cream and the whipped cream at this place is the most amazing whipped cream I have ever ever have had ever. And I'm fat. So I know cream. I know cream well. And our total bill came out to 50 euros which is incredible and then I taunted the birthday boy with "HA! TOLD YOU! IN YOUR FACE! TOTALLY AFFORDABLE!" We still had a little time to kill before we had to be home so we stopped for a nightcap at a local bar. It was a really great date night and the Husband enjoyed it because there were no surprises. He doesn't really like celebrating his birthday and yet the number of surprise parties I have thrown for him....Moving on.
Morning interval training: So as I wrote last week, I got roped in (I'm drunk, yes I'll do it!) to doing a 5K at the end of May. On Monday I did my first of the 8 week training plan. It was 2 minutes of walking and 1 minute of running for 21 minutes. I started off thinking "Meh, not so bad." but by the third cycle I started to think I might pass out. But I didn't. Well, maybe I did and I don't remember But I did it again on Tuesday morning. Took a break on Wednesday because my legs were screaming in protest. Everytime I would sit down, walk down steps, take a step, think about something, I would let out a little "ow". It was annoying to others, and life affirming to me. Thursday night I met a couple of friends which I will get to in a minute and then Friday morning I did the third set for week 1. Saturday I paid in pain and cried a little through out the day. This morning I took a long walk with a friend which helped ease some of the soreness. And tomorrow I start week 2 and fingers crossed my little voice inside my head doesn't point out how nice and warm our apartment is and how I can always make up the run on another day. Ugh. Stay strong, Tova
Group jog: When I posted last week on Facebook that I was going to start training for the 5K, a couple of friends wrote that they were interested in joining me. We decided to meet at 8 on Thursday night because kid bedtimes and also safe in the knowledge that we would probably all be in our beds by 9:30. We met and I kept saying "We are doing this slowly, right?" And off we went and it was great. We were a chatty bunch the first 5 minutes and then one friend was like "OK, that was enough of me talking, someone else take over." and at that point, I was feeling winded and told her I would send her an email later. Less talkey, more walkey, and jogging. Ugh, the jogging. We almost ran into a car and a random man standing outside a winebar tried to chat us up but we completed the 24 minutes and high fived each other because we are AWESOME. I'm looking forward to this week: we are upping the ante. And next time I will stretch before because my shins almost detached from my body. Remind me why I am doing this again? Oh, right, for the SWAG. And the smug.
Christening: We were invited to a Christening yesterday. I ended up going alone and the Husband stayed home with the Kid. I had images of Bram Stoker's Coppola Dracula scene in the church at the beginning of the film if we brought the Kid along. Blood pooling, holy water spilled. It wouldn't be fun. The Christening took place at the Russian Orthodox church in the 3rd district and it was such a flashback to my years in Moscow; namely, sitting in Red Square, drinking Baltika beer and looking at St. Basil's. I was classy at 17 and I am classy at 34. Our friends' son was adorable and smiled throughout the ceremony. It was intimate and it was special and a real highlight of my year so far. I am not Christian, Orthodox, Catholic or a Kardashian, but I appreciate the rite of passage and the solemnity and how very special it is to see a baby be surrounded by so much love and support. And I got to wear my Hermes. Nice, Tova. Bring that special moment back to you. After the beautiful ceremony, we were invited to lunch at Lugeck; a new venture of Figlmüller. It was a meal of dumpling soup, wine, fried chicken, wine, potato and cucumber salad, wine and chocolate cake with ice cream. There was some wine too. It truly was a special day and I was honoured to be part of it.
New website: Aaaaand... because I am not busy at all. Ha ha. I have a new project. I met with my therapist yesterday morning and we got to talking (which is usually what happens) and we decided to create a resource for parents in Vienna. I wrote about this on Facebook but the summary is: I want to make a website with lists for parents of children with special needs. These lists would be comprised of English speaking therapists/aides/specialists/baby sitters/centers, etc and general information. It has been very very difficult to get where we are now in terms of an integration kindergarten and a great therapist and if I can help other parents just a little bit, that would be... well... that would be awesome. Again with the people pleasing, Tova. But in all seriousness, it is hard enough to face the unknown and even harder to face it in a foreign country and we, as a community, need to support each other. Having a child with special needs is isolating enough but if we can have just a little more support, I know what a difference that will make. If you know of anyone who would be great for the new site, please write me at tmspatz@gmail.com. And stay tuned!
It is Sunday night. The Husband is on bedtime duty. We have eaten our dinner (Chinese takeout) and have cleaned up a little and now it is time for me to wash my face, put out my running gear for tomorrow morning and crawl into bed with a good book. I'm in a good place and I am ecstatic to say that the Kid is bringing back some of his language. A couple of days ago he said "Bus" and then he said "Kalt". But he was in time out so I was like "YAAAAAYYY! That's my boy! Now sit down! You are still in trouble! But I am so so proud of you." Poor kiddo. And then today he said "Ausziehen" (take off) when his shirt was bothering him and he said "Wasser" (water) and literally, my heart wants to explode in joy. Good times are ahead! I can feel it! Happy Sunday!
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