Operation Tubetop

One more night and then I will be heading to the city that never sleeps which, coincidentally, is my middle name: Tova Never Sleeps M. After several decisions on what to wear on the plane, I finally decided to go simple. I am not bringing my awesome large coat because one of my pet peeves is carrying a ton of stuff around the airport and onto the plane. I turn into self-appointed Captain maximum hand luggage person and will give the stare when I see someone carrying on something that looks like a shopping cart. That same person will always end up spending a good 5 minutes trying to fit the blasted thing into the overhead compartment and either I am stuck behind this person while I wait to get to my seat or I am in an aisle seat and I get to have their crotch in my face while they are unable to fit the so-called round peg into the square hole. GAH! On a related note, currently decided what to wear on the plane. Either comfy black dress, tights and flats. Or leggings, large sweater and

Merry Christmas to one and all! It was not a great Christmas Eve or Christmas morning. I won't go into detail but it has not been a great couple of months in one aspect of my life. While 2015 has brought about amazing opportunities and experiences, there has been heart wrenching stress in another way. I reached my limit Christmas day and decided like any rational person would do, to book a ticket to New York for 5 days. Why New York? Well, there are a couple of reasons. One, dream location. I was there briefly about 20 years ago and I have dreamed of going back for what seems like a lifetime. And two, a friend of mine told me when we met for the first time this summer that she was going over New Year's Eve and that seemed impossible at the time. But it isn't impossible any longer. Nope, flight and hotel booked within 30 minutes and OH MY GAWD I am going on Tuesday morning! I need this trip and I need a bit of a break. I write a lot about my life on this blog but I don&#

This is truly one of my favourite Christmas films. Chevy Chase is everything in this film. And Juliette Lewis is in it and it is just all so wonderful. I like to watch this every year and every year I laugh with glee. So join me as I watch and write. I love the opening music. The cartoon segment makes no sense. Just like all of the 80's. The family is in the car in the country side. Off to get a tree. The station wagon reminds me so much of Canada. The kids in the back look suicidal. Hahaha. Yay Griswold family Christmas tree hunt. Truck in the back with hillbillies. Hahaha. Clark is a bit of an ass, too. Puts his family in danger just to prove a point. Ahh, the 80's! Clark asking trivia about the first White House Christmas tree. How dad-like! Hot wife, too. Walking through the snow. I wish it would snow, I really really do. Juliette Lewis is succumbing to hypothermia. I won't lie, I'm kind of like Clark when it comes to trees... the bigger, the better! I

Excuse the swear word in the title. I cannot believe that Christmas Eve is in 2 sleeps. I am kind of missing the holiday spirit this year and it is bugging me. I need to up my movie watching, eat some more junk food and wrap stuff. It has been such a busy time that I don't think I really have had a lot of time to sit and let all the holiday feels hit me. But now that big scary important meeting is over, it is time for me to relax for a couple of days and get some last minute shopping done. Yesterday was a bit of a busy day. The Kid slept in past 7 which is a rare rare thing. I guess I didn't give him enough time to really wake up because when we walked out of the apartment, he was pissed. In the park he took off running which is the first time in a couple of years and ergo I did not wear a bra for the 2 minute walk. I was not expecting running. DAMMIT! GET BACK HERE! At least he ran screaming to his kindergarten instead of into the road. Rebel, kind of. I dropped him off an

Yesterday I was writing about my incredibly indulgent Saturday evening and I wrote the term Viennisms and thought "Hmm. That would make for a good blog post." then I took the Kid for an awesome walk around the hood, ordered pizza, put on a onesie, gave the Kid a bath and then put him in a onesie too because twinsies! I then spent some time thinking about Viennisms which according to me, means typical Vienna things and/or traditions. Sure, the younger generation probably would disagree with a lot of these but these are my observations so therefore completely right. Heh. So, los gehts! Küss die Hand : even if you haven't lived here, you have seen the whole click the heels and "kiss" the lady's hand. Yeah, I have even seen it here happen in real life, right beside me, a lot. But has anyone EVER done it to me? NO! And I am kind of heartbroken about that. It better happen one day and when it does, I will probably laugh out loud... Taxi Tänzer : I lear

Hey you guys. I'm amazed I am not currently horizontal. Well, I am using the laptop as a crutch. Blessed be for leopard print flannel pyjamas and eggnog in my coffee. Last night was an absolutely insane night and I even impressed myself with my endurance and the fact that I feel relatively fine. I try not to go out more than twice a week because, you know, I'm a mom. So because I try to keep the nights out to a minimum, I try to pack in as much as possible in a night out. I had 3 events planned in a row yesterday and when I told a friend about it the other day she was like; your one night out is like a whole month of going out for me. Hey, I like to multitask. And drink. Yesterday morning, The Kid woke up stuffed up and we had to cancel our therapy session. He of course was absolutely fine shortly after the cancellation but I am not going to be the asshole parent who infects other people. He was an absolute joy yesterday which has seemed like the status quo the last couple

A few weeks ago I wrote about how the kindergarten called us to tell us that the Kid was actually playing with other kids and my heart burst into about a billion little stars. I full out cried at my desk. Then they called the other day because he went on a hunger strike for pudding. Meh. Can't win them all. Last night was the Christmas party at the kindergarten and I was debating whether we would go or not. I'm still smarting from the old kindergarten and the times we went to the parties. I remember the first one we went to when the Kid was about 20 months old. The problems were kind of starting but there had been no major issues yet. It was laternenfest that started at 4 because of course. The Husband and I met downstairs and ran up the steps just in time. In the class room, there were many parents and toddlers and the Kid was ecstatic to see us. They made him sit in a circle with the other kids and that was no bueno. So he sat on my lap and they turned off the lights an