What's Up This Week
Hi Monday evening. How's it going? There is something reassuring about Monday nights. I don't hate Mondays but they aren't my favourite day of the week. Monday evenings say to me "You did it. You just have 4 more days until the weekend." But Tuesdays are the worst. The absolute worst. I'm pretty much babbling right now because I just finished Gone Girl and I am at a bit of a loss. A book I couldn't stand at the beginning turned into I CANNOT PUT THIS DOWN OR I WILL DIE! I even missed my Ubahn so I could keep reading. After work I had plans to do a little shopping but instead I found a cafe so that I could finish the book. My word, was it a page turner. Or, since I have a Kindle, a button presser. Ugh. I had completely forgotten what it feels like to be hooked on phonics (there's a throwback). I guess it is my own fault because I end up re-reading the books I have already downloaded, often 3-4 times. It's a compulsion. But this book? Amazing. Well done Gillian Flynn, well done. I even ordered the DVD today because I want the Husband to share in my "What da hell is going on!?!?"
This week will be semi-busy. Tomorrow morning I am hitting up a 7 a.m. Bikram class and in the evening I am meeting a friend at Cafe Leopold to discuss some things and all will be revealed in a little while but I am happy to have yet another project. And yes, I can't slow down.
This morning I took a run. It felt great to do it and I felt good through out. I also discovered my new favourite little road in Vienna. I can't remember the name but it is just down from Margaretenstrasse and is a little cul de sac and it is AMAZING! Ivy, pillars, a little playground. So amazing. I will be back on Wednesday for another run. I just hope I can find it again. Or maybe I was just hallucinating from the heat. On Thursday I am going out for dinner with a friend - we will most likely hit up Da Capo for some pizza. And this might be my last pizza for a while. See, I've done something that I should have done a long long long time ago. I've got myself a nutritionist. She's an old friend who has offered help in the past and I finally contacted her via e-mail saying something like "Will you accept this rose?" She sent me a questionnaire over the weekend and I filled it out today. Wow, I'm no specialist but even I know my eating is terrible. And seeing it written out was pretty awful. But I am ready to try anything at this point. But no quinoa. Never.
I am going to spinning again on Saturday. I cannot wait to get back on that bike. I was pretty smug yesterday that the only thing that hurt was my butt. Not today, though, not today. The pain is real and it hurts to laugh. And I am so witty that I am literally crying every time I make a funny.... which happens every few minutes. Low self esteem today? Nope! And yesterday I was feeling somewhat delicate that I didn't get to go into detail about the birthday party we attended. I wrote that I was mucho proud of the Kid and I was. But it was also the set up of the party that worked in his favour. It was held in a great place in the 18th called Mehr Spiel Raum. It is a large space one level down which made it a great temperature and it is filled with tricycles and trucks and tents and lights. It is an awesome place for kids to run amok. And for parents to help themselves to beers in the fridge. The host and hostess (parents of the birthday boy) had set up snacks and awesome cupcakes and did I mention there was beer? And prosecco? The children stuck to wine. The birthday boy was adorable and when he blew out his candles and we all clapped, he looked amazed and then went in for a hug from his mom. The Kid, on the other hand, yelled at the changing lights in the back of the room. It was, in my opinion, a great success and also quite fascinating to watch the effects of sugar take hold of toddlers. There is a ten minute calm-before-the-storm period after the consumption of cake and then it hits. It's like a frat party after keg stands start.
It was a great party and a great way to spend the afternoon. I especially loved the goodie bags...what Kid? You snooze, you lose. And one last quick story before I call it a night. I just started Girl on the Train and I am already hooked so I want to head to bed soon....Anyway, the last few days I have noticed a lot of ladybugs in our apartment. They are symbolic for a couple of reasons and I find them special. I pointed one out to the Husband as he walked by. I made my way into the bedroom to hang up the laundry and I heard the Husband talking:
H: blah blah, old one.
Me: What?!?!
H: blah blah, lots of dots.
Me: What?!?! I can't hear you!
H: blah blah, aren't you?
Me: Come into the bedroom! I CAN'T HEAR YOU!
H: I'm not talking to you!!
Me: Who are you talking to?!?!
H: The ladybug.
O.K. wow. I married the bug whisperer. So now it's time to call it a night. I will turn on the fan and get back into my book. Tomorrow I will be posting pics from my second Project of the Week! And kerblast, the Husband just put on a German thriller and I am afraid I might end up watching it because it seems Lifetime-astic. Dammit. Distractions!!
This week will be semi-busy. Tomorrow morning I am hitting up a 7 a.m. Bikram class and in the evening I am meeting a friend at Cafe Leopold to discuss some things and all will be revealed in a little while but I am happy to have yet another project. And yes, I can't slow down.
This morning I took a run. It felt great to do it and I felt good through out. I also discovered my new favourite little road in Vienna. I can't remember the name but it is just down from Margaretenstrasse and is a little cul de sac and it is AMAZING! Ivy, pillars, a little playground. So amazing. I will be back on Wednesday for another run. I just hope I can find it again. Or maybe I was just hallucinating from the heat. On Thursday I am going out for dinner with a friend - we will most likely hit up Da Capo for some pizza. And this might be my last pizza for a while. See, I've done something that I should have done a long long long time ago. I've got myself a nutritionist. She's an old friend who has offered help in the past and I finally contacted her via e-mail saying something like "Will you accept this rose?" She sent me a questionnaire over the weekend and I filled it out today. Wow, I'm no specialist but even I know my eating is terrible. And seeing it written out was pretty awful. But I am ready to try anything at this point. But no quinoa. Never.
I am going to spinning again on Saturday. I cannot wait to get back on that bike. I was pretty smug yesterday that the only thing that hurt was my butt. Not today, though, not today. The pain is real and it hurts to laugh. And I am so witty that I am literally crying every time I make a funny.... which happens every few minutes. Low self esteem today? Nope! And yesterday I was feeling somewhat delicate that I didn't get to go into detail about the birthday party we attended. I wrote that I was mucho proud of the Kid and I was. But it was also the set up of the party that worked in his favour. It was held in a great place in the 18th called Mehr Spiel Raum. It is a large space one level down which made it a great temperature and it is filled with tricycles and trucks and tents and lights. It is an awesome place for kids to run amok. And for parents to help themselves to beers in the fridge. The host and hostess (parents of the birthday boy) had set up snacks and awesome cupcakes and did I mention there was beer? And prosecco? The children stuck to wine. The birthday boy was adorable and when he blew out his candles and we all clapped, he looked amazed and then went in for a hug from his mom. The Kid, on the other hand, yelled at the changing lights in the back of the room. It was, in my opinion, a great success and also quite fascinating to watch the effects of sugar take hold of toddlers. There is a ten minute calm-before-the-storm period after the consumption of cake and then it hits. It's like a frat party after keg stands start.
It was a great party and a great way to spend the afternoon. I especially loved the goodie bags...what Kid? You snooze, you lose. And one last quick story before I call it a night. I just started Girl on the Train and I am already hooked so I want to head to bed soon....Anyway, the last few days I have noticed a lot of ladybugs in our apartment. They are symbolic for a couple of reasons and I find them special. I pointed one out to the Husband as he walked by. I made my way into the bedroom to hang up the laundry and I heard the Husband talking:
H: blah blah, old one.
Me: What?!?!
H: blah blah, lots of dots.
Me: What?!?! I can't hear you!
H: blah blah, aren't you?
Me: Come into the bedroom! I CAN'T HEAR YOU!
H: I'm not talking to you!!
Me: Who are you talking to?!?!
H: The ladybug.
O.K. wow. I married the bug whisperer. So now it's time to call it a night. I will turn on the fan and get back into my book. Tomorrow I will be posting pics from my second Project of the Week! And kerblast, the Husband just put on a German thriller and I am afraid I might end up watching it because it seems Lifetime-astic. Dammit. Distractions!!
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