Parts of me are waxed, my toes are pedicured and fingers manicured, my favorite sundress and peep-toe heels are packed and I am raring to go!
This month the Daring Bakers’ challenge was a tribute to Canada in honor of the Winter Olympic Games. Lauren of of Celiac Teen asked us to make the classic Canadian dessert to help chime in the 2010 Winter Olympic Games.
This past week I spent getting used to a new routine. As Tom departed onto a new adventure of a new job in a new city, I stayed behind to guard the fort and the child. It’s exhausting when there is no one to share the chores, worries and daily life with. All of a sudden I alone have the huge responsibility of looking after the most precious being – Soeren.
Growing up I always wanted to have a pet of some kind. I loved animals and just like any kid wanted a dog, a cat or a hamster to call my own. However, the fact that we were like gypsies moving from country to country and that my mum was finicky about having animal hair in her apartment I never actually got to own a pet.
Last weekend we had so much of snow thanks to “Daisy”. The “big freeze” brought a lot of chaos to Europe especially Germany and the UK. Although the rest of the nation was complaining – we enjoyed it to the max.
Skiing, sledging and building snowmen was basically how we spent the weekend. It could not have been better. After the snow came gorgeous blue skies and arctic cold. So I packed my gear and went for a walk. To capture some of the winter wonderland, I live in.
I live just a 5 minute drive outside of Weimar. The fields that surround our suburb, tucked away on a little hill, is a canvas for artists and photographers regardless of the season and weather.
Hope you enjoy a glimpse of the scenery I enjoy everyday.
Have a great weekend – where ever you are and whatever your weather!
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"I do not want to wake up!" I say to myself as I realize I am on the very verge of awakening. I snuggle deeper into the thick warm covers, wrapping them tightly around my head and ears. It's cold. No. It's more than that. It's freezing, hec it's like bloody Antarctica in our bedroom.
I was sitting at the dentist's last week reading a lifestyle magazine. It was an article about Victoria Beckham and her fashion anguishes. After I put down the magazine I had to smirk! Why go through that hell I thought - just to set a trend and get a few shots in a magazine? After seeing a picture of her feet I shivered!
Quite some time back Tom's professor told us about a simple and spiritual recluse he found on a vacation in a monastery. He spent a week leading a monastic life in total silence. I was fairly intrigued and contemplated the idea shortly, then filed it at the back of my head and forgot about it. But then I began hearing about similar vacations some friends and acquaintances had taken or were planning on taking and it took me into a deeper train of thought.
Isn't it funny how fast the holidays have raced past? Wasn't it just a few days ago I was fussing about my menu plan for Christmas Eve dinner, packing presents to help Santa with his huge duties and ranting on about what to wear at the New Year's Eve party with my girlfriends?
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