Not really, but I sure did’t get the holiday card up in time. In fact, I failed that assignment thoroughly, threw it on the ground and stomped on it. If someone had said, “get your Christmas card out in time or we’ll burn down your apartment,” I would now not have an apartment. Homeless, that would be me. Do you get where I am going with this? You win some, you lose some; I’m still posting it. Call it my attempt to keep the holiday cheer going strong, but more likely just my way of telling calendar holidays to back off. I send Christmas cards on my own time. When I feel like it. So there, take that, Christmas. I’m not sure where this hostility is coming from. I love Christmas.
Courtesy of the hubs, gaze your eyes on this beauty of graphic design novelty…
This photo was magic in the making, and no, I’m not referring to one of mankind’s greatest architectural gems. Rather, I just like how everything came together so perfectly to create this lovely little photo. Notice how that couple in the bottom corner leaned down to tie their shoes – or pick their nose (together, actually, maybe they picked each other’s noses) or whatever it was they were doing – right in time for us to get this Colosseum shot with the decorated tree positioned just so. The angels of Christmas photos didn’t even throw a photo bomber our way. It really was a Christmas miracle. I was meant to have this photo.
But look a little closer, into my deep set eyes beneath the pink cheeks and hurry-up-and-take-the-photo-already-you-crazy-Italian smile. Those are the eyes of a woman who had not slept in 24 hours, was FREEZING cold and wanting only to hear the soft lullaby of sweet, sweet sleep. We arrived too early to get into our flat, booked on Airbnb (which is awesome by the way and I would highly recommend), and were wandering around aimlessly, tripping on centuries-old cobblestone streets in exhaustion. So this is a long way of saying that this picture makes me tired and cold just looking at it, but also happy, because despite being worn out, these are our faces right after seeing Italy together for the first time.
Well, enough about that. I am a failure as a blogger right now. Cue little mice with tuxes on playing sad violin music (where the heck did that come from? My head, that’s where). Sadly, it might be this way for a while. I’m working on a few work/professional-related projects that just have to come first. But this won’t last long, a few months – two at most – and I’ll be back on my two-posts-per-week schedule. Until then, I’m aiming for one per week. Sad, but a girl’s got to do what a girl’s got to do (otherwise known as putting bread on the table).
Did you have a good Christmas, Hanukkah, etc? Did you manage not to kill anyone? Well, that’s just lovely. I didn’t kill anyone either. It was pretty nice, laid back and cheery with all the bright twinkling lights and decorations to keep the energy up. When a family member started to get that insane look in their eye, we just held them down and made them gargle Christmas poison (equal parts Scope, tranquilizer and bourbon). We didn’t really do that. That’s not a real thing. But don’t you think it should be?
I really do think winter should end right about this time though. The only thing we have to look forward to now, to get us through this cold bleak winter (imagine you’re in a scene of Les Miz with Fantine by your side) is Valentine’s Day. Did you see Les Miserables? Did you cry? How amazing was that movie?
Back to Valentine’s Day. I do secretly love to pair pink and red together, and candy hearts, the white ones. Those are nice.
I’ll be back on very soon with an update on our 400-square-foot efficiency. Yes, the one I always talk about grand plans for. They are happening in 2013. That is a real thing, for sure.