I received a Versatile blogger award from my friend Molly (thanks, Molly!). I am usually hesitant to do what's required of me and post a list of facts about myself, but today, for some reason, it's a happening.
1. I'm the third of seven children.
2. A night (vs. morning) person for sure.
3. A sad scene in a movie involving animals sends me over the edge weeping.
4. I would say I'm sensitive, which I don't always like, but that it gives me a keen sense of empathy, which I don't always like either.
5. I'm not as happy-go-lucky or funny as maybe my blog makes me seem.
6. I do everything fast (except get out of bed). My husband does everything s..l..o..w.. and methodically (except eat). It sometimes drives me crazy. My fastness drives him crazy.
7. I am hypothyroid, I can't see a foot in front of me without contacts or glasses, I have slightly crooked pinkies, cold hands and feet, annoying hair that's not straight or curly and too thick, an often hurting hip, but I never had braces or one cavity.
8. I like cheese, salt and sugar far too much. My hips are hefty.
I have only become obsessed with talking about the weather since living here. You see, I lived in Houston, Texas most of my life where it was either blazing hot & humid, warm & humid, nice or rainy (& steamy) with just several weeks of cold.
I will say living through 4-5 months of winter here makes the spring all that more delicious. People are coming out of hibernation, parks and streets are again bustling and those once-a-week evening jogs are back on the agenda.
This kind of weather makes those "Wow, I actually live in Europe...look at these churches, these buildings, this place that is my home" moments more frequent.
{you think they can't turn traditional Austrian dress into sex that sells?}
{rainbow booties anyone?}
And equally nice as the flowers starting to bloom and crisp, breezy nights is the shedding of the winter garb into the transitional winter-to-spring uniform: trenchy, jegs + FLATS!
{thanks for the trench, Erin. sometimes being the shorty of the fam is beneficial..really only when the arms on your sister's jacket are too short for her.}
and I know I'm late jumping on the Adele bandwagon, but I'm loving her up. I think if I could pick any talent, I would like to be able to sing like this. I don't do singing. Or dancing for that matter...unless there's been some rum and cokes.
...are one of the best things about life here. I do it at least once a week and I thoroughly enjoy it. It's a great way to get to know someone I've met briefly at an English club meeting or to catch up with a girlfriend. And when there's Sacher Torte and a blop of Schlag joining you, can you really go wrong?
{Art would like how they make a 'wall' next to the cake. He's very protective of his sweets. He's an only child...k?}
It's one of the things I'll miss most about Graz and think back on fondly. I do know that. Starbucks can't compete.
My hair right now is long, long, long and nasty, nasty, nasty. I am so perked to get a spring choppin' soon.
I keep seeing these new Mango billboards everywhere around town with Scarlett Johansson and her darling hair and well...don't you think it's pretty cute?
{dang cute outfit, Scar Jo}
The hair woman, herself, went a bit shorter and I be lovin' it. Nat looks good in the do. Nat is always beauty, though.
So, that's all.
I get perked over haircuts and highlights...and Mango...it's not so easy for me to get to, but it might need a little visit soon.
Last night after an episode of CSI: Miami, (Art and I watch that when we have nothing else because the cheesiness is hilarious, we love Horatio's terri lines and let's admit it...we just kinda love it) I somehow stumbled across this photographer's blog and saw these animated photos. Art was peering over my shoulder looking too...
"oh, kinda freaky"
something about this is very unsettling
again with the freaky hair
the eyeballs are just kinda funny.
and then we cracked up at the never-ending wobbly champagne.
Her caption on this was "Anna sees everything."
As we were scrolling through her blog (she's a great photographer, so she has tons of pretty photos), we found ourselves stopping and staring at EVERY photo, waiting for something to happen. About 15% of the photos are animated, so we felt kinda loserish for spending our time stopping, staring, waiting and then moving on.
You can imagine our disappointment when we realized this was just a static regular on her about page.
So much potential for just a little jingle.
I can't believe I'm posting this peek into my our juvenile ways.
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