Enjoy the last day of 2008.
Best wishes for the year to come.
Wednesday, December 31, 2008
Wednesday, December 3, 2008
Fashion news
Whether this is simply a matter of coincidence, or a sign of the economic times there has been a rise in fashion related news. In the hopes of spreading classic fashion cheer I thought I'd share some of the recent ongoings.
A Suitable Wardrobe, one of the blogs I regularly follow, is dedicated to men's classic fashion and has featured a number of interesting posts lately. I found the post on black enlightening as I often wear black simply because it's such a "safe, professionally acceptable" colour. While you're there, check out the rest of the blog. Yes, I realize it is directed towards men, but I firmly believe that women also have a responsibility to uphold classic fashion. (If you happen to know of a good women's classic fashion blog, send it my way).
Since we're discussing fashion, read through this short article about Tom Ford that appeared in the National Post. The article is more of a general read than fashion advice, but there are a few good suggestions.
A Suitable Wardrobe, one of the blogs I regularly follow, is dedicated to men's classic fashion and has featured a number of interesting posts lately. I found the post on black enlightening as I often wear black simply because it's such a "safe, professionally acceptable" colour. While you're there, check out the rest of the blog. Yes, I realize it is directed towards men, but I firmly believe that women also have a responsibility to uphold classic fashion. (If you happen to know of a good women's classic fashion blog, send it my way).
Since we're discussing fashion, read through this short article about Tom Ford that appeared in the National Post. The article is more of a general read than fashion advice, but there are a few good suggestions.
Monday, December 1, 2008
I am....
Indignant.
Furious.
Disgusted.
Unstable coalition is a powderkeg under Canada
I have never been so inexplicably unimpressed with the opposition party leaders.
In the words of Queen Victoria:
Furious.
Disgusted.
Unstable coalition is a powderkeg under Canada
I have never been so inexplicably unimpressed with the opposition party leaders.
In the words of Queen Victoria:
"We, are not, amused."
-- The following was added 9:30 a.m. December 2, 2008.
A few hours have passed since writing the above post. I've had a chance to calm down - though only slightly. I am in no way trying to claim Mr. Harper is perfect, nor am I insinuating that if the tables were turned and the Conservatives were part of this coup d'état I'd be encouraging these shenanigans. No.
What frustrates me is the utter lack of respect and complete disregard that the opposition party leaders show for Canadians. Yes, there was an election in October. Yes, a party was elected to govern. No, it was not the Liberals, NDP, Bloc Québécois or Green Party. It was the Conservatives. Now, I realize that people interpret situations differently but if you are leading a political party that does not get elected to govern, could it be possible that Canadians don't want you governing the country? Just a thought.
Yes, the Conservatives have made the mistakes. Yes, the country needs to tread carefully during this economic downturn. Yes, the government still needs to function. Would you all just quit your whining and get on with it? Canadians need a government that can look out for the best interests of Canadians. Is a coalition government run by three parties with differing views going to be successful at getting work done? Hmm. Well. Let me think about that. Judging from the partisan behaviour these parties have displayed in the past? A coalition government run by the Liberals, Bloc Québécois and NDP sounds more like a three ring circus than a successful government. Oh wait a second...newsflash: you weren't elected to govern. This coalition government is in reality a bloodless coup d'état that is not only squandering Canadian taxpayers' money but also wasting precious time before Parliament is let out for Christmas.
Like I said before:
"We are not amused."
-- The following was added 9:30 a.m. December 2, 2008.
A few hours have passed since writing the above post. I've had a chance to calm down - though only slightly. I am in no way trying to claim Mr. Harper is perfect, nor am I insinuating that if the tables were turned and the Conservatives were part of this coup d'état I'd be encouraging these shenanigans. No.
What frustrates me is the utter lack of respect and complete disregard that the opposition party leaders show for Canadians. Yes, there was an election in October. Yes, a party was elected to govern. No, it was not the Liberals, NDP, Bloc Québécois or Green Party. It was the Conservatives. Now, I realize that people interpret situations differently but if you are leading a political party that does not get elected to govern, could it be possible that Canadians don't want you governing the country? Just a thought.
Yes, the Conservatives have made the mistakes. Yes, the country needs to tread carefully during this economic downturn. Yes, the government still needs to function. Would you all just quit your whining and get on with it? Canadians need a government that can look out for the best interests of Canadians. Is a coalition government run by three parties with differing views going to be successful at getting work done? Hmm. Well. Let me think about that. Judging from the partisan behaviour these parties have displayed in the past? A coalition government run by the Liberals, Bloc Québécois and NDP sounds more like a three ring circus than a successful government. Oh wait a second...newsflash: you weren't elected to govern. This coalition government is in reality a bloodless coup d'état that is not only squandering Canadian taxpayers' money but also wasting precious time before Parliament is let out for Christmas.
Like I said before:
"We are not amused."
Sunday, November 30, 2008
Sunday tunes
Thought you might enjoy some music to chill out to.
This is an old classic with a beautiful melody. As many of you know, I have a weakness for electronic music with a strong melody. Don't get me wrong, I have nothing against a pounding, heart thumping bass, but there is something to be said for songs that include more than just the rhythm. There are a number of other songs out there with a stronger, more intense melody, but this one, is great to relax to. Enjoy.
This is an old classic with a beautiful melody. As many of you know, I have a weakness for electronic music with a strong melody. Don't get me wrong, I have nothing against a pounding, heart thumping bass, but there is something to be said for songs that include more than just the rhythm. There are a number of other songs out there with a stronger, more intense melody, but this one, is great to relax to. Enjoy.
Thursday, November 13, 2008
Child politics
Last week we had our first dump of snow. Actually, it was more like a dusting of snow - an inch, maybe two. It came overnight, dark and gloomy turned into a white powder sugar covering of snow. The sun sparkled off the water particles making everything look fresh and new.
Promptly at ten paradise exploded.
Children.
Everywhere.
Thrilled to be released from reading, writing and arithmetic, they rolled around on the field and started making snowmen. In the beginning everyone seemed to be working individually. As the snowballs grew bigger the children banned together to try and roll the snowballs together. At one point I counted 32 snowmen in various stages of completion.
Four little boys caught my eye. One minute they'd be trying to shove snow down each other's throats the next they'd be standing side by side straining against a snowball larger than the four of them combined. Child politics. Fight, makeup, fight again, makeup again. Stop. Repeat.
Promptly at ten paradise exploded.
Children.
Everywhere.
Thrilled to be released from reading, writing and arithmetic, they rolled around on the field and started making snowmen. In the beginning everyone seemed to be working individually. As the snowballs grew bigger the children banned together to try and roll the snowballs together. At one point I counted 32 snowmen in various stages of completion.
Four little boys caught my eye. One minute they'd be trying to shove snow down each other's throats the next they'd be standing side by side straining against a snowball larger than the four of them combined. Child politics. Fight, makeup, fight again, makeup again. Stop. Repeat.
Sunday, November 2, 2008
Butterscotch Walnut cookies
At one of my bridal showers I was given a recipe for Butterscotch Walnut cookies. I made them this afternoon for a small group that we go to Sunday nights. For the first time in - I'm not sure when - I didn't double, triple or quadruple the recipe. Actually, now that I think about it, I can't even remember that last time I didn't have to increase a cookie recipe.
Friday, August 15, 2008
Anthem
I can't believe time is going by so quickly. I have just over two weeks left before my life changes. Part of me is excited, another part, scared.
A year ago in June.
It was after ten and the sweltering heat of the afternoon had dissipated. Cool night breezes carried the sounds of music, people and fireworks. Together with A, D, and S we strolled down the river, across one of the bridges and onto the island. It was packed. I'd been to concerts before, even outdoor concerts but nothing like this. Although the Love Parade draws thousands, aside from the formal "parade" aspect, most of the shows take place indoors at clubs and stadiums. Here, everything was outside. Everything. It has been called the largest outdoor music fest in Europe.
Pushing through the crowds, A and I managed to make our way towards the stage. The lights stopped pulsing for a moment and the crowd slowed as the haunting melody filled the air.
A year ago in June.
It was after ten and the sweltering heat of the afternoon had dissipated. Cool night breezes carried the sounds of music, people and fireworks. Together with A, D, and S we strolled down the river, across one of the bridges and onto the island. It was packed. I'd been to concerts before, even outdoor concerts but nothing like this. Although the Love Parade draws thousands, aside from the formal "parade" aspect, most of the shows take place indoors at clubs and stadiums. Here, everything was outside. Everything. It has been called the largest outdoor music fest in Europe.
Pushing through the crowds, A and I managed to make our way towards the stage. The lights stopped pulsing for a moment and the crowd slowed as the haunting melody filled the air.
Thursday, August 7, 2008
This song has been a favourite of mine over the past few years. For you English speakers, you could try googling the band, there may be a translation somewhere. The haunting melody and beautiful lyrics are a combination rarely found in North American music.
Ich will nur in deiner Nähe sein
In der Nacht wenn du schläfst
Ich will nur in deiner Nähe sein
Ich bin wach wenn du schläfst
Nichts braucht soviel Schutz wie du
In der Dunkelheit der Welt
Sogar Söldner hol ich hinzu
Denn ein dunkles Reich hat uns umstellt
Und nichts braucht soviel Schutz wie du
In der Dunkelheit der Welt
Sogar Söldner hol ich hinzu
Denn ein dunkles Reich hat uns umstellt
Ich will nur in deiner Nähe sein
In der Nacht wenn du schläfst
Ich will nur in deiner Nähe sein
Ich bin wach wenn du schläfst
Ich will nur in deiner Nähe sein
Wenn du schläfst wenn du gehst
Ich will nur in deiner Nähe sein
Deiner Nähe sein
Und nichts braucht soviel Zeit wie Schutz
Denn man findet ihn kaum
Deshalb träumst du dass man dich beschützt
Doch es bleibt nur ein Traum
Und ich möchte Schutz sein für dich
In der Nacht und am Tag
Denn ich schütz dein ewiges Licht
Und das hat mir gesagt
Ich will nur in deiner Nähe sein
In der Nacht wenn du schläfst
Ich will nur in deiner Nähe sein
Ich bin wach wenn du schläfst
Ich will nur in deiner Nähe sein
Wenn du schläfst wenn du gehst
Ich will nur in deiner Nähe sein
Deiner Nähe sein
Keiner bringt Licht in den Tag
Der so dunkel ist
Und du hast gut zu leben gewagt
Weil es richtig ist
Doch nichts braucht soviel Schutz wie du
Bitte glaub mir das
Und Engel fleh ich noch hinzu
Ein Heer das nur auf dich aufpasst
Ich will nur in deiner Nähe sein
In der Nacht wenn du schläfst
Ich will nur in deiner Nähe sein
Ich bin wach wenn du schläfst
Ich will nur in deiner Nähe sein
Wenn du schläfst wenn du gehst
Ich will nur in deiner Nähe sein
Deiner Nähe sein
In der Nacht wenn du schläfst
Ich will nur in deiner Nähe sein
Ich bin wach wenn du schläfst
Nichts braucht soviel Schutz wie du
In der Dunkelheit der Welt
Sogar Söldner hol ich hinzu
Denn ein dunkles Reich hat uns umstellt
Und nichts braucht soviel Schutz wie du
In der Dunkelheit der Welt
Sogar Söldner hol ich hinzu
Denn ein dunkles Reich hat uns umstellt
Ich will nur in deiner Nähe sein
In der Nacht wenn du schläfst
Ich will nur in deiner Nähe sein
Ich bin wach wenn du schläfst
Ich will nur in deiner Nähe sein
Wenn du schläfst wenn du gehst
Ich will nur in deiner Nähe sein
Deiner Nähe sein
Und nichts braucht soviel Zeit wie Schutz
Denn man findet ihn kaum
Deshalb träumst du dass man dich beschützt
Doch es bleibt nur ein Traum
Und ich möchte Schutz sein für dich
In der Nacht und am Tag
Denn ich schütz dein ewiges Licht
Und das hat mir gesagt
Ich will nur in deiner Nähe sein
In der Nacht wenn du schläfst
Ich will nur in deiner Nähe sein
Ich bin wach wenn du schläfst
Ich will nur in deiner Nähe sein
Wenn du schläfst wenn du gehst
Ich will nur in deiner Nähe sein
Deiner Nähe sein
Keiner bringt Licht in den Tag
Der so dunkel ist
Und du hast gut zu leben gewagt
Weil es richtig ist
Doch nichts braucht soviel Schutz wie du
Bitte glaub mir das
Und Engel fleh ich noch hinzu
Ein Heer das nur auf dich aufpasst
Ich will nur in deiner Nähe sein
In der Nacht wenn du schläfst
Ich will nur in deiner Nähe sein
Ich bin wach wenn du schläfst
Ich will nur in deiner Nähe sein
Wenn du schläfst wenn du gehst
Ich will nur in deiner Nähe sein
Deiner Nähe sein
~ Wenn du Schläfst, Söhne Mannheims
I wrote my last final exam this morning.
I was going to celebrate by buying a pair of hot red pumps but all they had left was a size five.
I can't believe I'm done. Granted I still have to walk down the aisle in a cap and gown, but the formal part of my Bachelors - fine, vertig.
I think I'll keep writing but I'm not sure about what yet.
I was going to celebrate by buying a pair of hot red pumps but all they had left was a size five.
I can't believe I'm done. Granted I still have to walk down the aisle in a cap and gown, but the formal part of my Bachelors - fine, vertig.
I think I'll keep writing but I'm not sure about what yet.
Monday, July 21, 2008
My fiancee and I were talking about courage last night. This morning I came across the following quote from Laurence Shames:
Why are we inspired by another person's courage?
Maybe because it gives us the sweet and genuine surprise of discovering
some trace, at least, of the same courage in ourselves.
Maybe because it gives us the sweet and genuine surprise of discovering
some trace, at least, of the same courage in ourselves.
Interesting. I think he may be on to something. I know personally it's inspiring and sometimes quite humbling, to see friends and loved ones face situations that I find terrifying. Yet, they manage to stand tall and face the storm.
Here's to you. Thank you for standing tall and in doing so, inspiring me to do the same.
Here's to you. Thank you for standing tall and in doing so, inspiring me to do the same.
Wednesday, June 18, 2008
Sunday, June 15, 2008
Tomorrow is a day I never expected would come.
No, not my wedding day. Engagement photo shoot day. Yeah, I'd always thought I'd fall in love, but never that it would be the real deal. Meet a guy, let him chase me for a while - or chase him ;) - be with him for awhile. I didn't think I'd meet someone who loved me enough to want to marry me.
Now I have. It's odd thinking about it actually. I thought I had my life all planned out. Work in communications for a few years. Move to Europe. Buy a house in North America to rent out to my siblings and come back three weeks every year to six months. I'd have a townhouse or apartment in Germany or Austria, that would be my base. My home. It'd be me, my pairs of shoes, my purses and coats and red Swiss rolling suitcase collection. *Sigh*
I'll be giving some of that up in a few months. Don't get me wrong, my significant other is not of the opinion that I must stay home and wear gingham, no, he knows I enjoy my work. He supports me working - he's my biggest fan. He's even come along on a few projects.
It's the thought of giving up some of my dreams, some of my aspirations, some of my freedom and independence that scares me. (I'd capitalize it and put it in bold, but I'm not that kind of girl.) Yeah, that's what really scares me.
But then...
I never expected to meet someone like him. I never knew it was possible to find such a mix of strength and tenderness in one person. Let alone find that person. Of all the thousands of people I've met and places I've been, I've never met anyone like him. And the thought of being with him, comforts me. I'm so glad you found me and didn't stop chasing me. Thank you.
No, not my wedding day. Engagement photo shoot day. Yeah, I'd always thought I'd fall in love, but never that it would be the real deal. Meet a guy, let him chase me for a while - or chase him ;) - be with him for awhile. I didn't think I'd meet someone who loved me enough to want to marry me.
Now I have. It's odd thinking about it actually. I thought I had my life all planned out. Work in communications for a few years. Move to Europe. Buy a house in North America to rent out to my siblings and come back three weeks every year to six months. I'd have a townhouse or apartment in Germany or Austria, that would be my base. My home. It'd be me, my pairs of shoes, my purses and coats and red Swiss rolling suitcase collection. *Sigh*
I'll be giving some of that up in a few months. Don't get me wrong, my significant other is not of the opinion that I must stay home and wear gingham, no, he knows I enjoy my work. He supports me working - he's my biggest fan. He's even come along on a few projects.
It's the thought of giving up some of my dreams, some of my aspirations, some of my freedom and independence that scares me. (I'd capitalize it and put it in bold, but I'm not that kind of girl.) Yeah, that's what really scares me.
But then...
I never expected to meet someone like him. I never knew it was possible to find such a mix of strength and tenderness in one person. Let alone find that person. Of all the thousands of people I've met and places I've been, I've never met anyone like him. And the thought of being with him, comforts me. I'm so glad you found me and didn't stop chasing me. Thank you.
Wednesday, June 11, 2008
80 days left
I realized this morning I have 80 days left to W-day. 'W' as in wedding.
How do I feel about this? Excited, nervous, thrilled, anxious, relieved, worried, all at once.
How do I feel about this? Excited, nervous, thrilled, anxious, relieved, worried, all at once.
Thursday, May 22, 2008
Who the flip discontinues size small?
I'm trying to buy my dream motorcycle jacket and just got off the phone with one of the sales agents.
"I'm sorry, it looks like "X" company no longer makes this style in a small. They go from extra-small straight to medium."
What the flip???
So, my options are:
A. Chop off my left arm and shoulder so I can fit into an extra small
OR
B. Grow an extra two inches on each shoulder, get chest implants and gain an extra ten pounds so I fit into a medium
Again, I ask, who the flip discontinues size small??!!
"I'm sorry, it looks like "X" company no longer makes this style in a small. They go from extra-small straight to medium."
What the flip???
So, my options are:
A. Chop off my left arm and shoulder so I can fit into an extra small
OR
B. Grow an extra two inches on each shoulder, get chest implants and gain an extra ten pounds so I fit into a medium
Again, I ask, who the flip discontinues size small??!!
Wednesday, May 21, 2008
Stay strong
You're in the moment now
A bitter root
A wandering eye and then
The ties that bind start wearing thin, thin
You're in the moment now
When all you've been blessed with
Is not enough
Here's where the ground gets loose
Here's where the devils call your bluff
Stay strong
You are not lost
Come on and fix your eyes ahead
There's a new dawn to light our day, our day
You've gotta stay strong
You and I run
For the prize that lies ahead
We've come too far to lose our way, our way
We've seen the tragic flaws
The tortured souls
The saints with feet of clay
Here's where sin becomes cliche'
We've come through wilderness and watched
The cloud by day
The burning sky into dawn
Have you forgotten who you are?
Did you forget whose trip you're on?
Stay strong
You are not lost
Come on and fix your eyes ahead
There's a new dawn to light our day, our day
We've gotta stay strong
You and I run
For the prize that lies ahead
We've come too far to lose our way, our way
Get up, there's further to go
Get up, there's more to be done
Get up, this witness is sure
Get up, this race can be won
This race can be won
We've gotta stay strong
You are not lost
Come on and fix your eyes ahead
Our Father's dawn will light our day, our day
Come on and stay strong
His grip is sure
And His patience still endures
There'll be no letting go today, no way
Come on, and stay strong
You and I run
For the prize that lies ahead
We've come too far to lose our way, our way
A bitter root
A wandering eye and then
The ties that bind start wearing thin, thin
You're in the moment now
When all you've been blessed with
Is not enough
Here's where the ground gets loose
Here's where the devils call your bluff
Stay strong
You are not lost
Come on and fix your eyes ahead
There's a new dawn to light our day, our day
You've gotta stay strong
You and I run
For the prize that lies ahead
We've come too far to lose our way, our way
We've seen the tragic flaws
The tortured souls
The saints with feet of clay
Here's where sin becomes cliche'
We've come through wilderness and watched
The cloud by day
The burning sky into dawn
Have you forgotten who you are?
Did you forget whose trip you're on?
Stay strong
You are not lost
Come on and fix your eyes ahead
There's a new dawn to light our day, our day
We've gotta stay strong
You and I run
For the prize that lies ahead
We've come too far to lose our way, our way
Get up, there's further to go
Get up, there's more to be done
Get up, this witness is sure
Get up, this race can be won
This race can be won
We've gotta stay strong
You are not lost
Come on and fix your eyes ahead
Our Father's dawn will light our day, our day
Come on and stay strong
His grip is sure
And His patience still endures
There'll be no letting go today, no way
Come on, and stay strong
You and I run
For the prize that lies ahead
We've come too far to lose our way, our way
Newsboys ~ Stay Strong
Monday, May 19, 2008
Wednesday, May 7, 2008
Monday, May 5, 2008
Alberta oil, 500 ducks and an image problem?
It was high time for another political post. Read this article. The author makes an interesting point.
Wednesday, April 23, 2008
Fusion Dreams - May 17
My favourite DJ of all time is coming to Canada and I won't be able to see him.
The chances that I'll make it out to see him spin in Spain this summer? Next to nonexistent.
AUGH! The cruelty of it all.
The chances that I'll make it out to see him spin in Spain this summer? Next to nonexistent.
AUGH! The cruelty of it all.
Wednesday, March 19, 2008
Sunday, March 9, 2008
I'm back....
For the past three weeks I've been on a 'Daniel' fast: no meat, no dairy and no sugar. Oh, and, no TV, music radio, Youtube or anything like that.
To celebrate we had Peters' Drive-In and attempted suicide. Fun times.
To celebrate we had Peters' Drive-In and attempted suicide. Fun times.
Sunday, February 10, 2008
One week...
I'm engaged! Today is our "one week" anniversary. :)
Remember the last blog post I wrote? The one about how lucky I was to have such a great guy who was whisking me off to the mountains? Yeah. Well, turns out he's not only great, but he's also a bit of a schemer. That "innocent" trip to the mountains? Not so innocent at all. It was a set-up. He had the whole thing planned out to be 'the occasion" even though he was telling me that it was just an innocent escape.
Breakfast at the Banff Springs. Walking through the crisp air. And of course, a gorgeous ring. *sigh*
...I just realized I'm not even writing in complete sentences. Oh dear. Guess I'm a little smitten. And still in shock that he asked.
Anyways, we've been engaged for a week. We've set a date, booked venues and things are moving along nicely. Amazing how much can happen in such a short time.
Remember the last blog post I wrote? The one about how lucky I was to have such a great guy who was whisking me off to the mountains? Yeah. Well, turns out he's not only great, but he's also a bit of a schemer. That "innocent" trip to the mountains? Not so innocent at all. It was a set-up. He had the whole thing planned out to be 'the occasion" even though he was telling me that it was just an innocent escape.
Breakfast at the Banff Springs. Walking through the crisp air. And of course, a gorgeous ring. *sigh*
...I just realized I'm not even writing in complete sentences. Oh dear. Guess I'm a little smitten. And still in shock that he asked.
Anyways, we've been engaged for a week. We've set a date, booked venues and things are moving along nicely. Amazing how much can happen in such a short time.
Saturday, February 2, 2008
I am a lucky girl
As I mentioned yesterday, I am blessed with an amazing boyfriend. Amazing. I'd put it in all caps and underline it in pink on a flashing neon background, but it would not be nearly enough to describe just how wonderful he is. Also, it's a bit ostentatious.
You know what he decided today? I'm getting too stressed out and worked up about things. He's decided I need a break. Tomorrow he's taking me to Banff for the day. A whole day in the mountains. What a sweetheart. (And so perceptive and kind too).
And, he called me "his girl" today. Awww.
You know what he decided today? I'm getting too stressed out and worked up about things. He's decided I need a break. Tomorrow he's taking me to Banff for the day. A whole day in the mountains. What a sweetheart. (And so perceptive and kind too).
And, he called me "his girl" today. Awww.
Friday, February 1, 2008
It's been a year
What a crazy month it's been.
First, I miss the anniversary of my grandfather's death. I had a little tribute post drafted and then never posted it. Hopefully one day I will.
I miss the one year anniversary of my blog, and, more importantly, the chance to thank you for sticking with me. Thank you for caring about me enough to check in every so often and read about what's going on in my world.
Just this past week I missed another anniversary. The official one-year-since-I-left-for-Europe. Of course, that was the day that a massive cold front hit my part of the country and knocked out my internet for four days. (Too make matters even worse, the weather was in the positive digits in Vienna, with plenty of sunshine. Augh, why do I do this whole "living in Canada" thing?!)
My adopted Mom in Vienna e-mailed me to let me know I was missing the social highlight of the year, and she was fondly remembering experienceing it together last year.
For the record, I've been in 'partial' mourning for the past month. Not because my life is horrible, (it isn't, actually, it's going really well, I have an amazing boyfriend and things are getting serious, plus I'm doing contract work for a highly respected and influential organization), it's just that...sigh....
I miss so many things. My Opa, my Oma, my Grandma, my Onkle Oscar, my 'A' mom and dad, living in Vienna, fresh Nespresso Espresso (Ristretto of course, a lightly sour note and an intensive body...mmm), walking or taking transit everywhere, watching the sun set behind the Ratthaus, the heavy perfume of roses wafting through the Volksgarten, strolling along the River with D and S, moving to the music with K, dance lessons with Toni Braxton and L, wearing skirts everyday and not having to worry about nylons, sharing an appreciation for the finer elements of life with G, singing German worship music, going to open air concerts with thousands of attendees, exploring the streets and alleyways, drinking massive amounts of Red Bull to pull 21-hour days on four hours of sleep, exploring the largest shoe store in Austria, shopping at Müller, playing with Katze, have to go through the building door and up a flight of stairs before getting to my apartment, listening to Serbian music with the girls, talking with my 'A' mom and ... I could keep on going.
Is it possible to be homesick? I think I am.
First, I miss the anniversary of my grandfather's death. I had a little tribute post drafted and then never posted it. Hopefully one day I will.
I miss the one year anniversary of my blog, and, more importantly, the chance to thank you for sticking with me. Thank you for caring about me enough to check in every so often and read about what's going on in my world.
Just this past week I missed another anniversary. The official one-year-since-I-left-for-Europe. Of course, that was the day that a massive cold front hit my part of the country and knocked out my internet for four days. (Too make matters even worse, the weather was in the positive digits in Vienna, with plenty of sunshine. Augh, why do I do this whole "living in Canada" thing?!)
My adopted Mom in Vienna e-mailed me to let me know I was missing the social highlight of the year, and she was fondly remembering experienceing it together last year.
For the record, I've been in 'partial' mourning for the past month. Not because my life is horrible, (it isn't, actually, it's going really well, I have an amazing boyfriend and things are getting serious, plus I'm doing contract work for a highly respected and influential organization), it's just that...sigh....
I miss so many things. My Opa, my Oma, my Grandma, my Onkle Oscar, my 'A' mom and dad, living in Vienna, fresh Nespresso Espresso (Ristretto of course, a lightly sour note and an intensive body...mmm), walking or taking transit everywhere, watching the sun set behind the Ratthaus, the heavy perfume of roses wafting through the Volksgarten, strolling along the River with D and S, moving to the music with K, dance lessons with Toni Braxton and L, wearing skirts everyday and not having to worry about nylons, sharing an appreciation for the finer elements of life with G, singing German worship music, going to open air concerts with thousands of attendees, exploring the streets and alleyways, drinking massive amounts of Red Bull to pull 21-hour days on four hours of sleep, exploring the largest shoe store in Austria, shopping at Müller, playing with Katze, have to go through the building door and up a flight of stairs before getting to my apartment, listening to Serbian music with the girls, talking with my 'A' mom and ... I could keep on going.
Is it possible to be homesick? I think I am.
Tuesday, January 29, 2008
Monday, January 21, 2008
Das Beste
Ich habe einen Schatz gefunden
Und er trägt deinen Namen
So wunderschön und wertvoll,
Von keinem Geld der Welt zu bezahlen
Du schläfst neben mir ein,
Ich könnt' dich die ganze Nacht betrachten
Seh'n wie du schläfst, hör'n wie du atmest,
Bis wir am morgen erwachen
Du hast es wieder einmal geschafft,
Mir den Atem zu rauben
Wenn du neben mir liegst,
Dann kann ich es kaum glauben,
Dass jemand wie ich, sowas Schönes wie dich, verdient hat
Du bist das Beste was mir je passiert ist
Es tut so gut wie du mich liebst
Vergess' den Rest der Welt,
Wenn du bei mir bist
Du bist das Beste was mir je passiert ist
Es tut so gut wie du mich liebst
Ich sag's dir viel zu selten,
Es ist schön, dass es dich gibt
Dein Lachen macht süchtig,
Fast so als wär' es nicht von dieser Erde
Auch wenn deine Nähe Gift wär',
Ich würd bei dir sein,
Solange bis ich sterbe
Dein Verlassen würde Welten zerstör'n,
Doch daran will ich nicht denken
Viel zu schön ist es mit dir,
Wenn wir uns gegenseitig Liebe schenken
Betank mich mit Kraft
Nimm mir Zweifel von den Augen
Erzähl' mir 1.000 Lügen, ich würd' sie dir alle glauben
Doch ein Zweifel bleibt,
Dass ich, jemand wie dich, verdient hab'
Du bist das Beste was mir je passiert ist
Es tut so gut wie du mich liebst
Vergess' den Rest der Welt,
Wenn du bei mir bist
Du bist das Beste was mir je passiert ist
Es tut so gut wie du mich liebst
Ich sag's dir viel zu selten, Silbermond
Es ist schön, dass es dich gibt'
Du bist das Beste was mir je passiert ist
Es tut so gut wie du mich liebst
Ich sag's dir viel zu selten,
Es ist schön, dass es dich gibt'
Ich sag's dir viel zu selten, es ist schön, dass es dich gibt
Und er trägt deinen Namen
So wunderschön und wertvoll,
Von keinem Geld der Welt zu bezahlen
Du schläfst neben mir ein,
Ich könnt' dich die ganze Nacht betrachten
Seh'n wie du schläfst, hör'n wie du atmest,
Bis wir am morgen erwachen
Du hast es wieder einmal geschafft,
Mir den Atem zu rauben
Wenn du neben mir liegst,
Dann kann ich es kaum glauben,
Dass jemand wie ich, sowas Schönes wie dich, verdient hat
Du bist das Beste was mir je passiert ist
Es tut so gut wie du mich liebst
Vergess' den Rest der Welt,
Wenn du bei mir bist
Du bist das Beste was mir je passiert ist
Es tut so gut wie du mich liebst
Ich sag's dir viel zu selten,
Es ist schön, dass es dich gibt
Dein Lachen macht süchtig,
Fast so als wär' es nicht von dieser Erde
Auch wenn deine Nähe Gift wär',
Ich würd bei dir sein,
Solange bis ich sterbe
Dein Verlassen würde Welten zerstör'n,
Doch daran will ich nicht denken
Viel zu schön ist es mit dir,
Wenn wir uns gegenseitig Liebe schenken
Betank mich mit Kraft
Nimm mir Zweifel von den Augen
Erzähl' mir 1.000 Lügen, ich würd' sie dir alle glauben
Doch ein Zweifel bleibt,
Dass ich, jemand wie dich, verdient hab'
Du bist das Beste was mir je passiert ist
Es tut so gut wie du mich liebst
Vergess' den Rest der Welt,
Wenn du bei mir bist
Du bist das Beste was mir je passiert ist
Es tut so gut wie du mich liebst
Ich sag's dir viel zu selten, Silbermond
Es ist schön, dass es dich gibt'
Du bist das Beste was mir je passiert ist
Es tut so gut wie du mich liebst
Ich sag's dir viel zu selten,
Es ist schön, dass es dich gibt'
Ich sag's dir viel zu selten, es ist schön, dass es dich gibt
~ Silbermond, Das Beste
Scientia potentia est
Sometimes I don't think I can do this. The whole letting go of things, letting down my guard. Telling you things? That's rather intimidating - make that very intimidating.
Part of me earns for the open road, a suitcase and a spicy perfume. That part of me wants to leave. Just leave. Leave the past, the turmoil, the arguments, leave it all behind. Re-build my walls.
At the same time, there is another part of me that doesn't want to. There is a part of me that doesn't want to let this go. That part of me is ok with staying. More than just being ok with staying, that part of me wants to stay. Even if that means telling you things. Even if that means being hurt.
Part of me earns for the open road, a suitcase and a spicy perfume. That part of me wants to leave. Just leave. Leave the past, the turmoil, the arguments, leave it all behind. Re-build my walls.
At the same time, there is another part of me that doesn't want to. There is a part of me that doesn't want to let this go. That part of me is ok with staying. More than just being ok with staying, that part of me wants to stay. Even if that means telling you things. Even if that means being hurt.
Tuesday, January 15, 2008
Monday, January 14, 2008
The better part of one's life consists of one's friendships
Abraham Lincoln
I heartily agree. Many of my favourite memories were made with friends:
- playing Beauty Parlour and scarring our cousins as we emerged from the room "beautiful" aka. surrounded in clouds of cheap perfume (the more the better) with streaks of pink blush on our cheeks and and red dollar store lipstick on our teeth
- sneaking to 7/11 on our recess breaks and buying bags of five cents candies (Cinnamon Hot Lips and gummi frogs....mmm)
- running through backalleys and across the streets to escape from the bad guys (Nazis, thugs, parents, slave traders)
- spending the afternoon at the library reading Babysitter and Saddle Club books
- meeting every week for coffee at our special hangout and each time trying to sit in the same threadbare chairs (they're still there)
- getting up early to go running down streets that we had named after Calvin Klein perfumes (Eternity, Obsession, Contradiction)
- meeting in TD Square and going for lunch in Devonian gardens
- driving down Memorial looking at the city lights and talking about boys, music and the future
- sitting in art class passing notes and joking about Manet, complaining about Gauguin and learning to appreciate Picasso
- grabbing a room in Comms and pulling all day (or until we got bored) study marathons
- discussing the merits of Captain Morgan
- surviving a volleyball class where the ball (or was it the teammates?) seemed to be attacking us
- making a pact to go cliff jumping together and then both having the courage to go do it
- ringing in the New Year with Lucky Duck champagne and movies
- dancing like the night would never end
- releasing the creative side and bonding over paint, stencils and ceramics
- soaking up the sun while strolling along the Danube and praying and talking about life
- meeting at the Glenbow and exploring the Renior exhibit
- taking a break from assignments to watch the wedding planner and then leaving school at three in the morning
- pulling a 21 hour day on only four hours of sleep with copious amounts of Red Bull and loud music
- texting at all hours of the day (and night) with updates on our lives
- marching into class together with French Vanilla and English Toffee cappuccinos
Thank you for being in my life.
Abraham Lincoln
I heartily agree. Many of my favourite memories were made with friends:
- playing Beauty Parlour and scarring our cousins as we emerged from the room "beautiful" aka. surrounded in clouds of cheap perfume (the more the better) with streaks of pink blush on our cheeks and and red dollar store lipstick on our teeth
- sneaking to 7/11 on our recess breaks and buying bags of five cents candies (Cinnamon Hot Lips and gummi frogs....mmm)
- running through backalleys and across the streets to escape from the bad guys (Nazis, thugs, parents, slave traders)
- spending the afternoon at the library reading Babysitter and Saddle Club books
- meeting every week for coffee at our special hangout and each time trying to sit in the same threadbare chairs (they're still there)
- getting up early to go running down streets that we had named after Calvin Klein perfumes (Eternity, Obsession, Contradiction)
- meeting in TD Square and going for lunch in Devonian gardens
- driving down Memorial looking at the city lights and talking about boys, music and the future
- sitting in art class passing notes and joking about Manet, complaining about Gauguin and learning to appreciate Picasso
- grabbing a room in Comms and pulling all day (or until we got bored) study marathons
- discussing the merits of Captain Morgan
- surviving a volleyball class where the ball (or was it the teammates?) seemed to be attacking us
- making a pact to go cliff jumping together and then both having the courage to go do it
- ringing in the New Year with Lucky Duck champagne and movies
- dancing like the night would never end
- releasing the creative side and bonding over paint, stencils and ceramics
- soaking up the sun while strolling along the Danube and praying and talking about life
- meeting at the Glenbow and exploring the Renior exhibit
- taking a break from assignments to watch the wedding planner and then leaving school at three in the morning
- pulling a 21 hour day on only four hours of sleep with copious amounts of Red Bull and loud music
- texting at all hours of the day (and night) with updates on our lives
- marching into class together with French Vanilla and English Toffee cappuccinos
Thank you for being in my life.
It's been a busy week and this coming week is going to be just as crazy - if not more so.
I'm not quite sure how I feel about things. Part of me is excited to see everything that is going on and happening. Another part of me is worried, anxious even. That part of me wonders if I should be taking a break. Leaving things and just getting away for a bit. (But, right about then the other part of me pipes up: "Isn't that running away? You don't run away from conflict. You run into it so you can resolve it sooner.") *sigh*
I'm not quite sure how I feel about things. Part of me is excited to see everything that is going on and happening. Another part of me is worried, anxious even. That part of me wonders if I should be taking a break. Leaving things and just getting away for a bit. (But, right about then the other part of me pipes up: "Isn't that running away? You don't run away from conflict. You run into it so you can resolve it sooner.") *sigh*
Saturday, January 12, 2008
Wednesday, January 9, 2008
Volksgarten ~ April 24, 2007
Somedays I feel like my heart is going to break. I miss living in Vienna. The sites, the sounds, the language. As much as I complain about 'Wienerisch' slang, I miss it. At least I have thousands of memories and pictures. And, an amazing guy who is willing to go there with me for a visit sometime.
Somedays I feel like my heart is going to break. I miss living in Vienna. The sites, the sounds, the language. As much as I complain about 'Wienerisch' slang, I miss it. At least I have thousands of memories and pictures. And, an amazing guy who is willing to go there with me for a visit sometime.
The grape vine
Yes, it's true. Rumours have started swirling. It was only a matter of time I guess. My girlfriend called me today to fill me in on the latest...
Apparently I am engaged.
Not only that, I apparently drove to Red Deer yesterday to inform my parents I was getting married in September.
Yeah. Next thing I know I'll apparently be pregnant and and moving to Malaysia.
So. In the interest of public information and keeping up with everyone else's business, let me clarify the situation. (Although, let me state that this technically isn't your business. But, as with everything else on my blog, I'm "sharing" this information with you.)
Yes, I am seeing someone. Yes, we are past the "just friends" stage. However, we are not (need me to repeat that?), we are not, N-O-T, engaged, betrothed, living together, or secretly married and as such we are not separated, divorced, taking a break or seeing other individuals. Is that clear?
Secondly, the whole Red Deer story. Where do I start? My parents to do not live in Red Deer. They do however, know my current relationship status. And, they also know that I would not be so presumptuous as to inform them who I am planning on marrying and when. Come on, what do you take me for?
That out of the way, you might like to know that yes, I did go to Red Deer, and yes, he did come with me. We did not go to meet parents or scout out possible elopement getaways (Red Deer? Come on, if I were to elope, Red Deer is not the place to do it!). We went to hang out with my favourite (and absolute best cousin in the world) and her fiancee as well as visit my aunt and uncle with their cute little girl and wannabe-Panther cat. Yes, we had a marvelous time.
Now you know the latest rumours about me and the facts behind them. I almost feel as if I should apologize that they weren't more glamorous. Maybe next time someone could start a rumour about me having a house in French Polynesia or owning five pairs of Manolo Blahniks.
P.S. Special shout out to C who was brave enough to face my indignation and let me know what was circulating. Thanks girl! You're one in a million. It's great to know that I've got you to watch my back.
Apparently I am engaged.
Not only that, I apparently drove to Red Deer yesterday to inform my parents I was getting married in September.
Yeah. Next thing I know I'll apparently be pregnant and and moving to Malaysia.
So. In the interest of public information and keeping up with everyone else's business, let me clarify the situation. (Although, let me state that this technically isn't your business. But, as with everything else on my blog, I'm "sharing" this information with you.)
Yes, I am seeing someone. Yes, we are past the "just friends" stage. However, we are not (need me to repeat that?), we are not, N-O-T, engaged, betrothed, living together, or secretly married and as such we are not separated, divorced, taking a break or seeing other individuals. Is that clear?
Secondly, the whole Red Deer story. Where do I start? My parents to do not live in Red Deer. They do however, know my current relationship status. And, they also know that I would not be so presumptuous as to inform them who I am planning on marrying and when. Come on, what do you take me for?
That out of the way, you might like to know that yes, I did go to Red Deer, and yes, he did come with me. We did not go to meet parents or scout out possible elopement getaways (Red Deer? Come on, if I were to elope, Red Deer is not the place to do it!). We went to hang out with my favourite (and absolute best cousin in the world) and her fiancee as well as visit my aunt and uncle with their cute little girl and wannabe-Panther cat. Yes, we had a marvelous time.
Now you know the latest rumours about me and the facts behind them. I almost feel as if I should apologize that they weren't more glamorous. Maybe next time someone could start a rumour about me having a house in French Polynesia or owning five pairs of Manolo Blahniks.
P.S. Special shout out to C who was brave enough to face my indignation and let me know what was circulating. Thanks girl! You're one in a million. It's great to know that I've got you to watch my back.
Sunday, January 6, 2008
Philippians 4:6-7
Yesterday was an intense day. As I was getting ready to head off to bed, my Mom reminded me of these verses.
6 Be anxious for nothing, but in everything by prayer and supplication with thanksgiving let your requests be made known to God.
7 And the peace of God, which surpasses all comprehension, will guard your hearts and your minds in Christ Jesus.
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