In about 30 minutes my hair will be red. I wonder how I will look like.
Are you excited, too?
Can somebody please explain Thanksgiving to me? Because we just don’t have it. I swear I have never seen a whole roasted turkey. Duck, yes. Goose, yes, many times. Turkey, no.
Also, what’s with the stuffing? Where does it go? What does it mean? Why is it so damn important?
Help me! I’m a Thanksgiving idiot. I don’t know jack, or rather, all my Thanksgiving wisdom comes from TV shows. I wonder how far off that is from reality.
In exchange I can try to explain what or who Saint Martin is and why I think candles rule.
My pleads have been heard. Today he brought me Season 3 of Gilmore Girls. My week is saved.
Unless you consider playing computer games until 4 am a good thing.
Thank god he’ll be back tonight to take care of my unhealthy addictions.
I’m not exactly sure if I want to leave the house today, especially since the last time I checked that included getting out of my pyjamas.
It all depends on how much junk food I have left.
Again, there’s the question… Why would I get up at 4:30 am on a day off?
The answer – of course – is: To stand in the middle of our street in the middle of the night and watch my husband drive off to Frankfurt. I didn’t realize until last afternoon that I didn’t want him to go. Now I have to be brave for nearly two days.
Yep. Snow. Here. Even more now than the picture shows which was taken about seven minutes ago or so. We already have a thin white layer now. Happy me.
Obviously complaining on your weblog helps.
Since I got my iPod I’ve been using it anytime I could, even when it’s just a ten-minute walk to the bakery.
It’s strange how the world changes with your own musical score. A walk across that one ugly bridge in the dark suddenly with Pink Martini’s version of „Que Sera, Sera“ playing in my ears suddenly makes everything around appear less ugly and dark. With Gil Fuller’s „Be’s That Way“ as my companion I suddenly feel like I’m not in the smalltown that I live in but taking a stroll in New York City.
It’s funny what music can do to your world. Fortunately I have a really great soundtrack to live to.
About 96% of Northrhine Westphalia is snowed in to the point of having no electricty and what do we get? A couple of pathetic little snowflakes that melt when you only look at them. Grrrr. I hate that it never snows here. Of course I’m happy that we still have electricity and heating and no tree has fallen on our house, but would it hurt whoever-is-responsible to let it snow a little here, too?
When Andreas and I walked to the train station last night we were marching through storming snowflakes, with snow crunching beneath our feet and more than once saw a streetlight flicker off and on again. The minute we got to the station we got to see all the lights in there go off too and we practically had to guide me through to my platform because it was pitch black. Plus I couldn’t get a ticket.
Luckily my train came and didn’t stop and turn back on the way to Cologne, so I got home alright. But you can bet I was disappointed when I got out here and no snow at all. I lead a snow-deprived life. It’s sad.
As promised – mostly to myself – I went to get my hair cut today. I have thought of it for quite a while, but put it off until my vacation because I have to get used to my hair before I can properly deal with other people’s comments about it. Can I just say that I love my hairstylist, especially since he always explains what he’s doing, so it’s only getting a new haircut it’s also learning stuff. Hair stuff. Which I know nearly nothing about.
Anyway, here’s the before:
And here’s the after:
According to general before-and-after rules I look grumpy on the first one and really happy on the second to indicate that I hated my life with my old hair and was on the bound to being clinical depressed because of it and now I’m the happiest person on earth.
