A New Year

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So, we were really quite lame and didn't go see the huge firework show downtown on New Year's Eve. You know what they call New Year's Eve here?

Silvester.

Totally makes you think of this, doesn't it?

Art's been told he looks like SS more than once. I'm not gonna lie...I see it a bit.

We were definitely planning on going, but I was hacking up a lung with a terri cough and it was already 31 degrees at 9:30 pm. (And, let's admit it...we were tired by 11:00.)

We definitely heard it though... and saw some of it outside our window. My friend that went last year said it sounds like a bomb raid from the top of the Schlossberg hill where they shoot them. They LOVE fireworks here. Everyone shoots them all over town. In that picture of a Graz Silvester above you can see how many fireworks are being shot off around the city...that photo was probably exposed for 4 seconds rather than a split second instant, but still..you get the idea.

And what is the mass marketed item for Silvester? Pigs. They set up shops a week in advance filled with pig paraphernalia....stuffed, bobbled-headed, the size of a thimble so you can carry in your pockey...and even pastries shaped like piggaroos. A pig brings you viel Glück (good luck). or probably not.

And not that you care about my plan for a better me, but I'm going to list my three resolutions here. I'll feel more accountable if it's on the internet.

Rezzies for Twenty Ten:

1. Eat more fruits & veggies

2. Cut out the Coke Zero for cryin' out loud

(I've been addicted to Diet, now Zero...for a good 5 years)

3. Learn more Deutsch on the double

And because my sister just posted this on facebook, I'll show you how we joined in on the Christmas morning gift exchange at my family's house:

Kinda felt like we were there. Looks like Art's trying real hard to see something...prob. because my big noggin's in the way. Ana's eyeballin' that last gift on the table.

Happy New Year peeps.