Wednesday, November 24, 2010

November 24, 2010 – Travel Plans/Personal Space

I know I mentioned that we are traveling today, and then again several times over the next few days. My friend D has been thinking about me a lot lately as she has read numerous stories of people getting up close and personal with their TSA agents. I am fairly notorious in my need for personal space, if I don’t know you well I generally don’t want you invading my space. I blame it on having been crowded in the womb (it’s a twin thing).

Needless to say, I tend to avoid hugging people I’ve just met, and sometimes I just don’t want to hug you regardless of how long I have known you. On more than one occasion I have had a co-worker catch me off guard and attempt to hug me. For any witnesses at the time these events seriously resembled a train wreck. There was one incident in particular where I was in a co-worker’s office and someone who had just resigned came in tried to hug me. Now I wasn’t really friendly with this person but I tried to go with the flow. That was a mistake, because it fell apart quickly and I ended up backing away from the person so quickly that I stumbled into and onto the radiator. We were both embarrassed.

Although over the last few years I have met so many “huggers” who use that as a greeting that I am getting better at it, but as a general rule I’d at least like to meet you once or twice before you start throwing your arms around me and hugging me. Generally speaking, hugs and me telling you I like you are pretty much reserved for… well people I like.

Which brings me back to my friend D and the TSA; she’s a little worried that with the new “enhanced pat down” procedures I might get cranky. I have experienced a “pat down” in the Swiss airport a while back because I triggered the metal detector, and yes the TSA agent would have known if I was wearing an underwire bra at the time. The trick is I didn’t feel like my personal space was being invaded, although at the time it certainly was. I just sort of felt like (a) this woman is just doing her job and (b) she told me everything she was going to do before she did it and (c) she was extremely polite and professional.

Now this was a thorough pat down, but not as “extensive” as I have read being depicted on some of these websites. My goal, is to avoid the pat down if possible and if not to hope that I am fortunate enough to get someone who is professional and I can hope that some of these stories are exaggerated and I don’t have to threaten to have someone arrested if they “touch my junk” or whatever the equivalent phrase may be… lol

If it does happen you can bet it will be a bloggable moment.

HAPPY THANKSGIVING



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Tuesday, November 23, 2010

November 23, 2010 - Rapunzel

As you may know, we live in an apartment that is on the top floor/4th floor of the building. To get into the building you either need a key or you have to ring the bell of the apartment you want to enter. Then a camera comes on and you can identify yourself and then you can get buzzed in.

In the 8 months we have been here someone has rung our bell 3 times. Once was the 3 year old neighbor asking if Jesse could come out to play. The other times where workmen, who I was expecting, because the relocation company scheduled them to do some minor repair work. Well, today the bell rang. First I have to admit that I thought it was the actual doorbell to the apartment. Neither ring often so why would I know the difference? Of course the screen with the strange man’s face on it was a bit of a giveaway. So now I have to fumble around trying to figure out which button is the “talk” button. I honestly have no idea why I bothered. Once I hit “talk” I’m immediately barraged with words I do not understand. Then I get flustered so I don’t even manage to spit out that I only understand a little German. However, I also know that this guy doesn’t understand any English so I can only imagine the conversation that he is having in his head. So what do I do? Pop downstairs as if being face to face with the guy will somehow miraculously get me to understand what the heck he is trying to tell me. Honestly the only words I caught were “Hallo” and “Nikon” that and I can hear a scooter in the background so I think maybe it’s a delivery. Why I would think such a thing is beyond me, seriously who on earth would be sending us a package? We haven’t ordered anything in part because we haven’t figured out HOW. Try ordering something from Amazon.com when you live in Switerland. You have to go to the Swiss version of the website…. Which you have the option of receiving in French, Italian or German. By now you would think I would know the layout by heart and could just fill in the blanks. Nope, but that is another story.

So I pop downstairs and fortunately the “Housekeeper” which I think really means the guy responsible for all the buildings and the maintenance is there. He speaks a little English and he laughs and gets me to the point where I understand I did not need to come downstairs but that some guy would be coming onto the balcony from “the other side”. The other side of what?

The next thing I know I hear a “clunk” which I go investigate, it’s a ladder. Some guy is climbing up to the balcony from the 2nd floor landing. Ok so they were letting me know so I wouldn’t freak out when I saw a ladder and a strange man climbing up. It’s a good thing, because I’m not Rapunzel, my hair is definitely not golden and if I heard someone yelling “Rapunzel lass dein goldenes Haar herunter hängen” I wouldn’t have a clue. So without a warning I might have considered this a siege on the castle and pushed the ladder away from the side of the building just like you’ve seen on those movies or I might have put the beast outside and encouraged intruder mode.   Once again German Lessons do not cover the topic of workmen and ladders.  They do cover balconies.

So for the moment there is a strange guy on the balcony… doing something…. And the beast is sleeping by my feet.



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Monday, November 22, 2010

November 22, 2010 – Under The Weather

Where did that phrase come from and how did it come to signify that you, or in this case “I” have not been feeling 100% healthy? When you think about it, the weather is all around us, pretty much we’re surrounded. On a good day I couldn’t possibly pile the weather up in one spot and crawl under it. On a less than perfect day I certainly don’t have that kind of energy.

Fortunately, I’m not really sick, I just feel something trying to get a leg hold and I’m in the process of explaining to myself: “Self, we refuse to be sick. Refuse!” No time for that. We’re leaving for home in two days and I am not going to get onto a plane with a compromised immune system. So this weekend I spent an inordinate amount of time napping. Not because I planned on napping but more a result of finding myself asleep. Usually if I do take a nap it’s a 20 minute power nap. I wake up refreshed and ready to go. Saturday was an hour or two nap where the only thing preventing me from rolling over was the beastly boy crying because he needed to go outside. I started popping vitamin C, Echinacea, and advil as a preventative measure. I don’t know if they help scientifically but they don’t hurt and I fully believe in using all the weapons at my disposal. This is a war and I refuse to lose.

Then this morning I got up, feeling much better I might add, and decided that I would break out the big guns to wipe out any last stragglers of potential illness. Homemade chicken soup, chicken, carrots, spinach (just a little – L is not a fan) and I think leek stalks. I made a big pot this morning then took another lengthy nap. Now I’m flooding my system with soup. Drown the germs. If I only had something camouflage I could wear that would make this even more amusing. Well to me, maybe not so much for you.


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Friday, November 19, 2010

November 19, 2010 – Screams

My neighbor and I went running this morning. Well, I should say she went running, I started out running, which quickly became, run a bit walk a bit, run a bit, walk a bit. I’ll blame the fact that I am tired and that I just didn’t realize how tired I was until I took me lead filled legs out for a run. I wonder how tired my neighbors are. The ones who live directly downstairs from me; the ones whose bedroom I sincerely hope is not directly below mine.

I woke up last night standing near the foot of the bed screaming. Which isn’t really the sequence of events if you want to get technical: I saw a spider race across my pillow, I screamed, leaped off the bed… still screaming… dodged the dog cage and the floor fan (I know this because I did not get hurt)… still screaming… hit the wall… woke up… looked around… got my bearings… figured out that it could not have been real… climbed back into bed. I’m a little sketchy but that seems about right.  I hate when I scream.

Needless to say I took a nap after my pathetic attempt at a run. Tomorrow will be better.


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Thursday, November 18, 2010

November 18, 2010 – Feeling Sexy

This morning I read an article posted by msnbc.msn.com “Want to Feel Sexy It’s All in the Bag, Study Finds”
I quote: “It's widely known that a product's brand image has a profound impact on our own self-image, but a new study finds that we may actually change our personality to match the "personality" of a brand.”

“…For one part of the study, the University of Minnesota researchers recruited about 100 volunteers -- all women, all between the ages of 18 to 34 -- at a mall, asking each of them to carry around for an hour the shopping bag of their choice: a bag from Victoria's Secret, Old Navy or Limited Too. Every participant chose the pink Victoria's Secret bag. When they came back from an hour of shopping, Victoria's Secret bag in tow, they were asked to take a survey rating how they felt about themselves. The researchers found that the "personality" of Victoria's Secret -- sexy, glamorous, feminine -- actually did make some of their volunteers feel sexier, more glamorous and more feminine.”

I suspect that there is more to this study but this report struck me in the following ways:

If I was carrying around a little pink Victoria Secret Hand Bag not only would I NOT feel sexy I would feel foolish. Admittedly being in Zurich I have found that carrying a bag around for groceries and other things is handy and practical. So of course I have run with the ever fashionable “green reusable cloth Stop & Shop grocery bag.” Nothing says sexy like Stop & Shop.

Then I started thinking about the other “Brands” that I wear. LL Bean flannel lined jeans, a no name synthetic vest, a North Face sweatshirt. I know the brand of the sweatshirt because I looked down to read it. Did I specifically go out and buy a North Face sweatshirt because I thought if I did people would think I was into rock climbing? Um, no. I randomly bought it because it was on sale one day in Costco, the warehouse shopping place. It was inexpensive and I needed a new decent looking sweatshirt. I even bought it from the men’s section. Does it make me feel like a man? Nope, it just fits better than the ones in the women’s section.

Did I buy my LL Bean flannel jeans because I want to be a lumber jack? Obviously, who wouldn’t want to be a lumber jack after hearing all those stories about Paul Bunyan. Although, practically speaking it had to be tough for Paul to find a size that fit. Ok fine, I bought the jeans because the fit and they keep me warm when I walk the dog in the winter.

With this mix of name and generic no name brands, maybe this study would say I view myself as a sexy legume who can climb mountains. Then again legumes don’t have arms or legs so how I would envision myself as one climbing a mountain that’s just silly.

You know what makes me feel sexy? Me. I feel sexy when I am feeling good about myself mentally and physically. Oh and sure, when I am feeling sexy I put on my pair of LLbean (yes seriously) button fly jeans that look exceptional on me (when they fit) my brown leather belt, my leather jacket and a pair of boots. Do the clothes make me feel sexy. Nope, I was already feeling that way, the clothes just let everyone else feel how sexy I feel. Heck if I am feeling sexy then I could rock a pair of sweat pants and feel that way too.

Obviously I am not the market researcher target audience.  ; )



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Wednesday, November 17, 2010

November 17, 2010 – The Turnip Festival

So Saturday L told me that I had to be ready to leave the apartment by 3:25pm.  To go… it was a surprise.  I had no idea where we were going, but quickly found out we were taking a boat ride.  This is us waiting for the boat.

Views from the boat:


Tina Turner’s House. Seriously… ok maybe not, but we know she lives in the town we live in and that she lives on the lake and this just seemed like a house Tina would live in… so “Tina Turner’s House”




Could someone tell me what kind of tree this is?  They remind me of the trees from the Wizard of Oz, the ones that throw the apples at Dorothy and the Scarecrow

 Just before the last stop when we arrive at...

 “The Turnip Festival”


Who knew that there was an entire festival dedicated to the turnip? Apparently the Swiss were aware of it, certainly this one town was aware of it. What town? Richterswil. Every year they hold a festival/parade where they carve turnips. Yes, you read that correctly, they carve turnips; put tea lights inside them and have a parade. I was surprised because it’s actually pretty elaborate. They don’t just carry they tiny turnips around, they stick them onto large boards and the lit turnips are laid out in a pattern that makes a picture. I did my best to take some pictures so you could get a sense of what I am talking about but I definitely have mastered taking pictures in the dark.

They also had this awesome and apparently life saving garlic bread. Life saving? Sure they advertise that it keeps the Vampires away it MUST be good for you.



 Turnips
 Spider Turnips
 Turtle Turnips
 Tiger Turnips

Oh and before they turned off the lights I tried "Apfel" Macaroni & Cheese.  It was Macaroni & Cheese with Turnips and a splash of applesauce.  It was quite good.




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Tuesday, November 16, 2010

November 16, 2010 – Hot Bagels

Not that this is Switzerland Specific or an Adventure but, did you know that pulling a hot bagel out of the oven is not nearly as easy as you would imagine. Sure it “should” be easy and maybe it’s me. The oven and I are not on the best of terms. I would even go so far as to say it’s a bit contentious. I can count on getting burned at least once. Hey, I’m not that slow of a learner. The oven is small. Narrow and not that high, so if you stick your hand in there you have a better than 70% shot of touching one of the heating elements, yes I have experienced this, and so has my now crispy in spots oven mitt. So today I was at least smart and pulled the bagel out of the oven while wearing an oven mitt.

Have you ever tried to slice a hot bagel while wearing an oven mitt? A wee bit cumbersome, but again my choices are: oven mitt or burn the finger prints off my fingers. If I have aspirations of being a safe cracker the no finger prints might be a nice side benefit, but as it is, I enjoy having the feeling in my finger tips AND leaving CSI worthy prints everywhere I go.

I’m sure there was a point to this blog that was lost immediately after I typed “Hot Bagels” so I’m just running with this in its current state.


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Monday, November 15, 2010

November 15, 2010 – Assunta “Hands of Steel” ... Massage Update

Friday I went to the massage my neighbor was kind enough to set up for me. Now, I’ve had massages before and I find them extremely helpful when my back, neck, shoulders, feet (yes feet) get knotty and need to have the kinks worked out.

 

So off I go, but I do have some questions that are running through my head:
  • Are the protocols the same in Europe as they are in the US?
  • Will this person speak enough English for me to express what I’m looking for?
  • Will I need to take out a loan to pay for this?
When I arrive the Massage Therapist is a woman and greets me at the door. Her “office/workspace” is one open room, neat, clean, nice atmosphere, none of that weird water running music in the background. Her expertise is “sports massage.” The 1st thing she does after shaking my hand hello is to tell me to strip down, and ask what color towel I want to use. Um, red please, to match the color of my face as I blush. Actually, I was surprised that I didn’t have any of that immediate revert back to high school gym awkwardness. You know the one… “what do you mean we all shower at the same time in an open shower?… together?” …kind of feeling. I take that as a sign that I truly have come to accept that (a) This is my body and although far from perfect it’s the only one I have and (b) You’ve seen worse.

 

After I am situated Assunta walks me through what she is going to do, and get started on my upper back. So far, so good. I can feel her hit a couple of knots and I can feel them starting to release. Ah, then the fun begins, Assunta “hands of steel” move to my right hamstring and calf. How to describe this feeling…. Imagine having a significant bruise on your leg. Then imagine someone latching on to that bruise as if you are participating in a MMA title bout.  

 
Assunta:  “Does this hurt?”

Me: “Um, yes, yes it does”

Assunta:“Gut!”

Me: “Um, GUT???”

Assunta: “Ja, ish gut, you have trouble here”

 
Me silently in my head “Ok I can tough this out, so what that my leg feels like it’s on fire.” At this point I also realize that I would never survivor a serious physical interrogation because if I thought it would make her stop setting my leg on fire I would have started to yell: “OMG PLEASE STOP TOUCHING THAT SPOT…. I’LL TALK… I’LL TELL YOU WHATEVER YOU WANT TO KNOW” Hell I’ll make up stuff if it will help. Fortunately, just before the involuntary whimpering kicks in but after the involuntary leg spasm occurs she moves on to another location. Sweet sweet relief.

 
I’ve learned that when things hurt A LOT and you ask me if that hurts I am going to say “Yes and giggle.” I have no idea where the giggle comes from but I find it amusing that I can at least laugh at my own discomfort. I also know that if it hurts A LOT and you keep poking at it, eventually I will ask you to please stop. Seriously there is only so much I can take and I’m not afraid to say… Gut enough… move along.

 
I also learned that I prefer a massage that hits a few painful spots over a massage that is not strong enough to get rid of the knots so yes I would go back to see Assunta but at the same time I might see if there is someone a little closer who can do the same thing with just a little less discomfort. I’m still a little bruised in a couple of places, but who knows by the time I need another massage I’ll have recovered and might not recall MMA title bout. Assunta 1 CAB 0. Although considering I felt good afterward maybe it was a draw.

 


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Thursday, November 11, 2010

November 11, 2010

Happy Veterans Day!


I’d have more to say except that the only consistent thought running through my head right now is “I have a headache, a headache, a headache.” Strangely enough it’s actually running through my head to music; very dull, monotonous music, but music nonetheless. That and why is my right pinky numb? Just the last digit and only the outer edge, what’s up with that? If part of me is taking a nap it should at least be the part that would benefit from the rest.


Did I mention I have a massage scheduled for tomorrow? I do, with someone I have never met, I have no idea how much it will cost, and I’m hoping the woman… at least I think it’s a woman… speaks some English. How did this happen? My neighbor ‘M’ mentioned that the other neighbor went to a good massage therapist so I asked this other neighbor if I could get the contact information. It would seem that is not the Swiss way, she made an appointment for me and then told me when it was. This was actually very nice of her, except that she made it during my work day, and as of yesterday my tomorrow is going to be insane. I would cancel tomorrow’s appointment but I have no idea how to get in touch with the massage therapist. So instead, I will start work really early (my morning) so I can get the things done that I was supposed to get completed during the morning east coast time (my afternoon).


If you followed all of that, then you are doing very well on this lovely Thursday.


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Wednesday, November 10, 2010

November 10, 2010 – On a Roll

Three days in a row of workouts. Hey, I’m counting that as a roll, I’m also 6 days chocolate free, well almost. I was 6 days but my neighbor gave me a sample piece of chocolate she wanted me to try this afternoon. Next time instead of saying: “no thank you really, I’m trying to cut back” I’ll try saying “Hello my name is CAB and I’m a chocolaholic.” Sure I go through this periodically, we know I’ll just fall right off the chocolate wagon, or more accurately that I will jump back into the chocolate wagon with both feet and wild abandon. However, I just know that if I can make it 10 days, maybe 14 without chocolate I’ll stop CRAVING it all day every day. I’ll be able to eat a random piece of chocolate …. Or a brownie… without going overboard.

So for now I am trying to swap chocolate for working out. I think chocolate, I go to the gym. Wow that sounds harsh when I say that in my head. Oh and obviously that is an exaggeration because I am thinking chocolate right now but there is no time to go to the gym, I have to get to work shortly.

Well at least my neighbor offered the chocolate to me after we finished our run. Oh and I did not quit. I made the entire loop again and a few extra feet for good measure without stopping. What makes this significant is: I thought about stopping. I thought about it, and I pushed it from my mind. I said “No stopping until we at least get to the last corner” and I made it. That might not seem like much, but we went a slightly different way and the last leg was a small incline. For the record even a speed bump but at that stage of my run is tough to get over. 28 minutes. Next goal: 30 or at least past the bus stop. We made it to the bakery today.



Alright people have a lovely day



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Tuesday, November 9, 2010

November 9, 2010

Now yesterday when I got up I had already formulated a plan for today. Strange I know, but I was supposed to go running early yesterday and it turned out we went running late. Btw I did very well, may the entire loop without walking. Yea me. Anyway, back to the topic, because I was supposed to run in the AM yesterday I decided not to go to the gym and planned that I would get up this morning and go. It’s easy to be jazzed about going to the gym… tomorrow.

Today rolls around and I dragged my butt out of bed at 7 to take the boy out, plus I have my plan. Take the boy out, eat breakfast, catch the 9:02 bus or the train to the gym and get in a decent weight training workout. Tentatively go run this afternoon with the neighbor.

I’m doing pretty well with the plan, I’ve got the boy out, ate breakfast, showered (really who wants to go to the gym looking like they just rolled out of bed?), let’s pack up my stuff to head out. This is where it gets a little troublesome. I have to walk by the bed to pack up my stuff. The nice comfy, inviting, come take a nap bed because you really really want to. You know where this is going don’t you… well I am happy to report that I resisted the desperate pleas of the bed and managed to catch the 9:17 train to the gym. It’s been a little while since I have been there and it felt good, both mentally and physically. I took it fairly easy, lots of repetitions with low weights so I can see how I feel tomorrow. No legs; all upper body and 60 sit-ups. No not in a row. 4 sets of 15 with a brief pause in between.

I also discovered that the Gym I joined no longer exists. It’s been taken over by “Activ Fitness”. I’ve gotten several letters in the mail over the summer explaining that the dance portion of the gym had lost its sponsor and was closing, but that the gym part (the section I am a member of) would be unaffected. I was there a couple of weeks ago and the gym still existed. Not so much today. The facility does, and the new place will honor the membership or I could pick between 4 other gyms and one of them would honor the membership. Can you imagine how tough it would be for me to choose a new gym when I had a battle with the bed this morning just to go to this one? Exactly, so for the moment I am sticking with this gym. One of the other gyms that would honor the membership is called “Bonnie Fit” and it’s located in town. When we first moved here I couldn’t find the place to check it out and when I did they were closed. Who knows maybe over the next few months I’ll wander in and check it out. The name “Bonnie Fit” is at the very least amusing to me, I picture a bunch of Scotsmen in kilts working out.


Make it a good day for yourselves, I am.



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Monday, November 8, 2010

November 8, 2010 – Braunwald Switzerland

Saturday the weather was beautiful and we decided to get up early, hop on the train and go explore Braunwald. The website bills the town as a family friendly “restort” in the summer or the winter. They also claim that their “funicular railway is one of the steepest in the world with a maximum incline of 64%.” There is a reason I am telling you all of this and I’ll get to that.

I was pretty excited to be heading out here because it looked like it would be beautiful plus I thought we might have the opportunity to ride up the ski lift to get an even more scenic view. Well I was correct about the 1st point, the view was beautiful. As for the second, it was closed. As a matter of fact, pretty much everything was closed in town. Even the tourist office, restaurants, shops, hotels… nada. The bakery was open and the grocery store was open, well that is until they closed at noon (I’m assuming for lunch).

Oh wait, I should start at the beginning. You can’t get into Braunwald by car, your choices appear to the taking the funicular, hiking up, or biking up. We opted for the funicular:

Amazingly the funicular is equipped with a sled of some sort and before we could ride up they workmen had to unload a cow, yes a cow, that had ridden down.




Maybe Bessie is used to being hoisted about, or maybe she is just grateful they didn’t make her hike down, but I think if I was the cow I would be mooing or something in protest when they lifted my crate off the ground and spun me around (slowly). Not Bessie – she was a trooper. Oh, how do I know her name? Aren’t all cows called Bessie?

Once we got to Braunwald this is the view when we stepped off the funicular




Despite the fact that things were closed we decided to hike around the town and enjoy the scenery:

I'm fairly certain every town in Switzerland is required to have at least one cow

No cars allowed in Braunwald
 


One of the "ski chalets" I'm fairly certain this would qualify as "camping" as far as I am concerned
 

So after wandering around a bit we decided that instead of taking the funicular back down the mountain we would hike.  I'm sure you all recall how successful we have been in the past with that idea.

Part of the trail down.  Not too bad

 A gorgeous view from the trail

Had we known ahead of time this might have been a fantastic and scary way down

Crazy men mountain biking UP the trail.  Seriously there were sections after we saw these guys where I couldn't even fathom how the attempted this on a bike

A strategically placed bench where you can contemplate "What was I thinking?"
 Me doing just that

 The railway for the funicular

The Swiss Red Warning Post "If you can touch this you are too close" 
Alright seriously I have no idea what it means, but if you can touch it you definately went off a steep edge

1 hour and 15 mins later... L and I resting our tired feet and legs while we wait for the train to head home...

A fun time was had by all and I have to admit that my calves and butt (I have no idea why my butt, it's not like I slid down the mountain) still hurt from the down hill. 


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Friday, November 5, 2010

November 5, 2010 - Breaking Up Is Hard to Do

I shouldn't really think of it as a break up.  We've just decided that we need some space.  Ok, yes I take responsibility I decided that I need some space.  So now I find myself sneaking around, jumping around corners just so she doesn't see me.  Do you know how difficult it was this morning when I went to the bank knowing that the brownie lady would be there, right next door, with her little cart and fresh baked brownies.  I spotted her, but then again I knew she would be there.  So after I got my money I quickly turned around and crossed the street between two parked cars.  I just didn't want her to see me and wonder why I was avoiding her.  How do you explain in German that it's really not about her, it's the brownies.  Ok the brownies and my pants.  I have to avoid the brownies.  At least for a little while, and I just didn't have the nerve to walk past and nod a hello without buying a brownie.  For all I know she needs that 2,50 franc to make ends meet.  I on the other hand need to make the zipper on my pants meet.  Zipper trumps brownies. 

It's a sickness. 

I think if I can avoid the brownie and be good for the next week or two I'll be on the right track, but I know, I'll be back.  I'm weak.  I can't help it. 

On another note, I'm happy to report that I am feeling much better than I was yesterday.  No headache, no neck ache... no aches at all.  Of course I am about to meet M and go running.  After that I expect aches but in a good way.

Hope you all have a great day.  I'm going to make this a good day for myself.
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Thursday, November 4, 2010

November 4, 2010 - Nothing Exciting Here

My neighbor and I attempted to go for a run today. I say “attempted” because although M was up for a run and I thought I was, my body was not. I gave it a shot, and managed about 15 minutes worth… maybe less. I have a wicked headache and my breathing was off. As an act of contrition we walked up the steep hill back home. I really just feel physically off my game today. Maybe some rest and caffeine will help. Tomorrow, I’ll give it another go.


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Wednesday, November 3, 2010

November 3, 2010 - Things I miss...

.... a.k.a. me complaining sort of but not really.  Mostly observations because I have been having cravings the last couple of days for things I don't have access to or don't know I have access too.. or wont pay the crazy price for...

Asparagus
Cauliflower

It’s also not that they don’t have cauliflower, they do, occasionally. What I miss is being able to walk through a store and (a) pick whatever vegetables struck my fancy (b) knowing what to do with said vegetables. They have leeks galore but I don’t even know if I LIKE leeks but I am fast coming to terms with the idea that I am going to have to make leek soup.

Frozen Corn
Why frozen corn? Because it’s nice to randomly throw into chilli and sometimes when I am hungry late in the evening I would just heat up some corn. Yes they have canned corn, I just haven’t gotten past the price of canned corn yet.

Canned Tuna Fish
I’m actually willing to bet that somewhere in the store in town there IS canned tuna fish and I just haven’t found it yet. Ok fine I haven’t looked too hard either. It’s just that I was suddenly craving it yesterday and didn’t have access to it. Where is the Costco when you need one?

Mayonnaise
This one is a mystery to me, I haven’t seen it and if I have I haven’t recognized it.

Lunch Meat
They have salami, and pre-packaged ham like substances. Oh and if you are dying for prosciutto they have that in the pre-packaged deli format. I know really who knew, but I miss turkey lunch meat. I miss walking up to the deli counter, taking my number, getting annoyed at the wait, and ordering sliced turkey breast.

Inexpensive Ben & Jerry’s ice cream
The thing is they probably have all of these things, except the inexpensive Ben & Jerry’s ice cream, a pint is $10. Needless to say I have not had any quality time with Ben or Jerry since arriving here. My figure appreciates that but my taste buds don’t.

Nestle Toll House Chocolate Chips
Not the cookies, the actual chips that you put IN the cookies. Frozen, by the handful. Maybe it’s good that I don’t have access to these.

Milk Ok sure they have milk here, or at least milk products that don’t need to be refrigerated until opened. Honestly I have no idea if that counts as “milk”. I could get raw milk at the farm… but I’m not really missing it that much.

Monteray Jack Cheese
Provolone Cheese
American Cheese Slices
There is a wide variety of swiss cheeses, some I like more than others. An occasional chedder, and they always have mozzarella.

The overall theme here is really that I miss the ease and variety of things that I could buy at home, oh and the prices. Iceberg lettuce: here $3. Who pays $3 for lettuce that has no nutritional value? Well fine, I might just to get the variety and because I’m not a huge fan of the types of lettuce that are currently available.



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Tuesday, November 2, 2010

November 2, 2010 – Election Day

Well I felt like I needed to title this blog that because it IS Election Day but beyond that I haven’t got a thing to say as it relates to politics. I’ll just wait out today to see which crazies get elected and what promises they also fail to deliver on. Just call me jaded.  Although, I am very interested to know if we'll be having any pro-wrestlers representing CT in the Senate.

As for the weekend, L and I went on a “ghost walk” in Zurich on Saturday. It was fun and amusing. A bunch of people met at the starting location and this guy led us through parts of the city telling us the stories or murder, mayhem, and other activities resulting in ghostly apparitions. Unfortunately, we didn’t actually “see” any ghosts and for all I know the stories were made up, but it was fun.

We also finally went to see the movie “The Kids are Alright.” The kids might be alright, but the movie… not so much. Maybe I expected more because of all the good reviews but it was definitely something I could have skipped. Don’t get me wrong, I like Annette Bening and Julianne Moore, but I did not like this movie and not for the reasons some of you might think. I did not like the movie because I did not like ANY of the characters, not even the minor characters. I get that they are all flawed, but hello I’d like to at least think one of them was a sympathetic character. There were glimmers of what I thought might be something I could latch onto but seriously, no. Anyway, old news to those of you who have seen this.

I also rented “The Girl Who Played With Fire” subtitles and all, this I could recommend. They did a decent job of interpreting the book and I’m hoping the next one makes it to iTunes quickly.

That’s it for me, gotta get to work


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