As much as loath the notion of growing older, I do believe people gain, not only a greying crown, but also greater wisdom and understanding with every passing year. I'd also like to think I've learned a thing or two the last 42 years. And thanks to a tag by the lovely Charlotte, I will share a few through this meme.
1. There is no greater loneliness than when you are coupled with the wrong person.
2. Standing in judgment of others is a burden to your soul, so judge not. You'll be amazed at how much better you feel.
3. The reality and possibility of change can be wonderful, offering you the chance to wake up every morning with a sense of excitement because of new experiences, events, or people that might enrich your life.
4. Why waste time regretting? It zaps valuable energy and effort from you being able to reach your most important objective: improving the here and now.
5. Advance degrees don't necessarily mean advanced intellect or understanding.
6. God doesn't care which team wins the big game.
7. You can always make your point more forcefully without four-letter words.
8. Love and respect the person you see in the mirror. Work and do in order to keep it that way.
9. Don't overestimate the power of spandex.
10. Your happiness only depends on one person: YOU!
I can't remember which of you likes to be tagged and which of you don't. If you like to do a good meme from time to time, would you let me know through a comment?
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2.06.2009
1.27.2009
Prom dress or Grandma's Frilly Shower Curtain?
Any of you got an uglier dress to show than this "slightly"-over-done creation, I wore for my 11th grade prom? C'mon! I showed my fashion nightmare. Show me yours!
Ladies, consider yourself tagged! Gents, if you've got any old prom photos, we'd love to see 'em.
11.21.2008
Oh no! Not *that* page 5
Lavender & Latte tagged me for her first meme last week. I was so honored! And the best part is she gave me a choice. I could either
1. List 7 weird or quirky things about myself,
-Or-
2. Post the 5th photo from my 5th album for the whole dang world to see…
I decided to do the latter only because I haven't been able to put 7 quirky things (that I am willing to share) together in a post. But when I got to page 5 of my fifth album, I had second thoughts.
Oh, well. There's no turning back now!
Of course, this lovely image was in a series of three on the same page. So since I haven't embarrassed myself enough, I present the other two photographs.
I'm too cool, huh?
1. List 7 weird or quirky things about myself,
-Or-
2. Post the 5th photo from my 5th album for the whole dang world to see…
I decided to do the latter only because I haven't been able to put 7 quirky things (that I am willing to share) together in a post. But when I got to page 5 of my fifth album, I had second thoughts.
Oh, well. There's no turning back now!
Of course, this lovely image was in a series of three on the same page. So since I haven't embarrassed myself enough, I present the other two photographs.
I'm too cool, huh?
10.20.2008
Worst Date Challenge
Hillary recently said that there is a meme going around about worst dates ever. Long ago, back when I was single and this site was called Martinis For One, I actually wrote about my worst date. And because I'm busy entertaining friends this week, I decided to dust it off and replay it. This post comes with a challenge, however. I ask that readers write about THEIR worst date in return. Are you up for the challenge?
It started off innocently enough--four women, two bottles of wine, and one fine-looking Italian waiter, who kept touching my back as he spoke to our group.
"Can I get you anything else?" he asked with a glean in his eye.
I tried not to read too much into his behavior during dinner. But when I went to pay the bill, Pete the waiter asked for my number. And because of an uncharacteristic, if not slightly insane, impulse, I decided to fork it over. Why not? More often than not, the call never came anyway. But two days later, Pete did call. We agreed to meet for drinks at a swanky little downtown lounge.
Maybe it had been that second bottle of wine at dinner the first time we met, but Pete looked somewhat different on this occasion when he arrived outside of the lounge. Dressed in a baby blue jacket, heavy cologne, and a little too much bling bling bling, he met me at the door.
"Diane," he started in his heavy Italian accent, "I want to thank you for agreeing to meet today."
How sweet! The thoughts of appreciation almost made me forgive him for wearing the baby blue jacket. He opened the door, held the chair, and ordered my drink --a take charge sort of guy. I liked it. We sat in silence until our libations arrived, then Pete began to open up.
"Is the drink to your liking?" he asked. "If not, I will send it back."
"Pete, the drink is fine." I said.
"Are you sure? Would you like something else? A martini, perhaps?" he asked again.
"Everything is fine, really." I then decided to change the conversation in an effort to put my date's mind at ease.
"So, tell me a little bit about yourself. You seem like such a nice man."
Pete winced. I wasn't sure what to make of his body language until he opened his mouth,
"Diane, I'm going to be honest with you because you are a nice girl. I don't want to lie to you," he said.
"I am not a nice man."
"Uh oh." I thought, but said nothing.
"I've lived a very hard life. Both my parents died suddenly in Italy, and at fourteen years old I went to live with my uncle in New York. We didn't get along. By sixteen, I was out on my own."
I felt sorry that Pete had endured such a rough patch. Maybe being out on his own at such a tender age had forced Pete to grow up a little too soon. What was so bad about that? It was obvious this topic bothered Pete, so I attempted to lighten the conversation by asking about his work as a waiter. Again, Pete winced.
"Honestly, Diane, I am not a waiter. My friend, Johnny, owns the restaurant and he thinks there is a problem with the some staff. I did a job for Johnny one time in Miami. So he called me in to find out what's what. "
"So, you're an undercover waiter?" I probed.
"Well, yeah. I go in when I feel like it--a few hours here and there. It's just until we take care of the situation," he replied.
All the time he talked, I noticed that Pete kept looking around the restaurant. I tried to follow his glances to see what was taking so much of Pete's attention away from me. He noticed my confusion.
"When you grow up the way I did, you learn to watch your back," he said by way of an explanation.
"Even here in small town USA?" I asked.
"Everywhere and all the time," he said with a steely look that stopped me cold. Then, his tone changed. "Now, we go for dinner."
Dinner?!? Before I could get the words out to end the evening, Pete had whipped out his cell phone to make arrangements.
"Lou, it's Pete. I'm bringing a young lady over for dinner. Have my table waiting for me," he ordered.
There was no disagreeing with Pete; saying no was not an option. Before I knew it I was in Pete's red sports car (that could not have been purchased on a waiter's salary), speeding down the interstate to a neighboring town 20 minutes away. "Great going, Diane," I thought to myself. "Here you are alone with a stranger. No one knows where you are, who you are with, or how to find you."
Again, I tried to lighten the air and pass time by conversing with Pete. When he winced again, I knew this was not going to be a mood-enhancing chat.
"I hope you like this restaurant. Back in the city, I did a job for Lou, the owner. I took care of Lou, Lou takes care of me. Nobody wants to get on Pete's bad side."
Note to self: Don't get on Pete's bad side. It also hadn't escaped my notice that we were now referring to Pete in the third person. Pete was referring to Pete in the third person. I was referring to Pete in the third person.
"So," I said, "Pete has lived in Miami and New York." Which was his favorite place?"
"New York (wince)," he answered. "But I can never go back there." I opened an establishment (wince) at one time. And well, you know, with surprise visits and all, it was shut down. No...I can't go back (wince)."
By this time, we arrived at a posh, but dark, cramped restaurant that reminded me of something out of The Godfather. As soon as Pete walked through the door, the owner, Lou, made a bee line for him. Our table was ready, garnished with a $100 bottle of champagne. Fortunately for us both, I was ready for a drink.
"Do you like this champagne? If not I'll send it back? Would you like a martini instead?" Pete offered.
"Oh, oh, oh" I thought. "I could really use a shot of tequila right now."
With every question I posed and every honest answer Pete offered, his winces became more pronounced. From the vantage points of casual observers at adjacent tables I am sure it looked as if Pete was in some serious pain or suffering from Turret's Syndrome. He didn't want to reveal himself to me, but felt compelled to tell me the truth of his life because I was "a nice girl."
I learned through the course of our night that my fine, Italian, undercover waiter with all of his bling bling bling and baby blue jacket, had serious gambling problems, which had caused the end of relationships and financial woes. But despite all the setbacks his addictions had caused, Pete liked living the hard, fast life and taking risks. And although he really wanted to meet a nice girl and settle down, Pete also knew, quite well, that nice girls wouldn't be attracted to his lifestyle.
Through out our entire conversation, I smiled and made pleasantries. But at the end of the evening when Pete asked for a second date, I got the chance to share a truth of my own.
"Pete, I appreciate your candor this evening, and I want to be honest in return. I lead a very simple, uncomplicated life. I am afraid your lifestyle would be too stressful for me."
"Pete understands," he said with a smile. "and will pick you up for a movie tomorrow at 7pm."
And all I could do was wince.
It started off innocently enough--four women, two bottles of wine, and one fine-looking Italian waiter, who kept touching my back as he spoke to our group.
"Can I get you anything else?" he asked with a glean in his eye.
I tried not to read too much into his behavior during dinner. But when I went to pay the bill, Pete the waiter asked for my number. And because of an uncharacteristic, if not slightly insane, impulse, I decided to fork it over. Why not? More often than not, the call never came anyway. But two days later, Pete did call. We agreed to meet for drinks at a swanky little downtown lounge.
Maybe it had been that second bottle of wine at dinner the first time we met, but Pete looked somewhat different on this occasion when he arrived outside of the lounge. Dressed in a baby blue jacket, heavy cologne, and a little too much bling bling bling, he met me at the door.
"Diane," he started in his heavy Italian accent, "I want to thank you for agreeing to meet today."
How sweet! The thoughts of appreciation almost made me forgive him for wearing the baby blue jacket. He opened the door, held the chair, and ordered my drink --a take charge sort of guy. I liked it. We sat in silence until our libations arrived, then Pete began to open up.
"Is the drink to your liking?" he asked. "If not, I will send it back."
"Pete, the drink is fine." I said.
"Are you sure? Would you like something else? A martini, perhaps?" he asked again.
"Everything is fine, really." I then decided to change the conversation in an effort to put my date's mind at ease.
"So, tell me a little bit about yourself. You seem like such a nice man."
Pete winced. I wasn't sure what to make of his body language until he opened his mouth,
"Diane, I'm going to be honest with you because you are a nice girl. I don't want to lie to you," he said.
"I am not a nice man."
"Uh oh." I thought, but said nothing.
"I've lived a very hard life. Both my parents died suddenly in Italy, and at fourteen years old I went to live with my uncle in New York. We didn't get along. By sixteen, I was out on my own."
I felt sorry that Pete had endured such a rough patch. Maybe being out on his own at such a tender age had forced Pete to grow up a little too soon. What was so bad about that? It was obvious this topic bothered Pete, so I attempted to lighten the conversation by asking about his work as a waiter. Again, Pete winced.
"Honestly, Diane, I am not a waiter. My friend, Johnny, owns the restaurant and he thinks there is a problem with the some staff. I did a job for Johnny one time in Miami. So he called me in to find out what's what. "
"So, you're an undercover waiter?" I probed.
"Well, yeah. I go in when I feel like it--a few hours here and there. It's just until we take care of the situation," he replied.
All the time he talked, I noticed that Pete kept looking around the restaurant. I tried to follow his glances to see what was taking so much of Pete's attention away from me. He noticed my confusion.
"When you grow up the way I did, you learn to watch your back," he said by way of an explanation.
"Even here in small town USA?" I asked.
"Everywhere and all the time," he said with a steely look that stopped me cold. Then, his tone changed. "Now, we go for dinner."
Dinner?!? Before I could get the words out to end the evening, Pete had whipped out his cell phone to make arrangements.
"Lou, it's Pete. I'm bringing a young lady over for dinner. Have my table waiting for me," he ordered.
There was no disagreeing with Pete; saying no was not an option. Before I knew it I was in Pete's red sports car (that could not have been purchased on a waiter's salary), speeding down the interstate to a neighboring town 20 minutes away. "Great going, Diane," I thought to myself. "Here you are alone with a stranger. No one knows where you are, who you are with, or how to find you."
Again, I tried to lighten the air and pass time by conversing with Pete. When he winced again, I knew this was not going to be a mood-enhancing chat.
"I hope you like this restaurant. Back in the city, I did a job for Lou, the owner. I took care of Lou, Lou takes care of me. Nobody wants to get on Pete's bad side."
Note to self: Don't get on Pete's bad side. It also hadn't escaped my notice that we were now referring to Pete in the third person. Pete was referring to Pete in the third person. I was referring to Pete in the third person.
"So," I said, "Pete has lived in Miami and New York." Which was his favorite place?"
"New York (wince)," he answered. "But I can never go back there." I opened an establishment (wince) at one time. And well, you know, with surprise visits and all, it was shut down. No...I can't go back (wince)."
By this time, we arrived at a posh, but dark, cramped restaurant that reminded me of something out of The Godfather. As soon as Pete walked through the door, the owner, Lou, made a bee line for him. Our table was ready, garnished with a $100 bottle of champagne. Fortunately for us both, I was ready for a drink.
"Do you like this champagne? If not I'll send it back? Would you like a martini instead?" Pete offered.
"Oh, oh, oh" I thought. "I could really use a shot of tequila right now."
With every question I posed and every honest answer Pete offered, his winces became more pronounced. From the vantage points of casual observers at adjacent tables I am sure it looked as if Pete was in some serious pain or suffering from Turret's Syndrome. He didn't want to reveal himself to me, but felt compelled to tell me the truth of his life because I was "a nice girl."
I learned through the course of our night that my fine, Italian, undercover waiter with all of his bling bling bling and baby blue jacket, had serious gambling problems, which had caused the end of relationships and financial woes. But despite all the setbacks his addictions had caused, Pete liked living the hard, fast life and taking risks. And although he really wanted to meet a nice girl and settle down, Pete also knew, quite well, that nice girls wouldn't be attracted to his lifestyle.
Through out our entire conversation, I smiled and made pleasantries. But at the end of the evening when Pete asked for a second date, I got the chance to share a truth of my own.
"Pete, I appreciate your candor this evening, and I want to be honest in return. I lead a very simple, uncomplicated life. I am afraid your lifestyle would be too stressful for me."
"Pete understands," he said with a smile. "and will pick you up for a movie tomorrow at 7pm."
And all I could do was wince.
10.04.2008
Current Addictions
It's been a while since I've done a meme. Since I was quickly running out of ideas for posts, this one, courtesy of Cowgirl, couldn't come at a better time.
Current Addictions, The Rules:
* Write a post about five current addictions (with details)
* Mention the person who started this meme (Being Brazen) and also the person who just tagged you
* Title your post "Current Addictions"
* Tag at least two people and pass on the above rules
Diane's Current Addictions:
Mad Men - One of the best things about having so many guests from the United States has been picking their brains to find out what new television shows might be worth watching. The top recommendations? Mad Men and John Adams. The latter isn't yet available for iTunes download, so I took a chance and purchased the first season of Showtime's Mad Men. Set at an advertising agency in 1960s New York city, the stylish Emmy-award winning show features an imperfect cast-of-characters that are both smart and complicated. What can I say? Max and I finished 13 episodes in a week! We're hooked!
Election 2008 - I've written about my love of politics before, but my interest in all things election-related have reached a new high. Part of the reason is that my husband will be able to vote for the first time, having just been sworn in as a U.S. citizen last year. Max felt it important that he keep an open mind and make an informed decision. As a result, we've watched, read, and listened, with intense interest. Let me just say , I wish that politicians (on all sides) were held accountable for false and misleading ads because maybe the negativity would be minimized. After all, businesses are held accountable, why shouldn't politicians be?
Sushi - I've eaten much more German cuisine the last several weeks because I wanted to introduce our American guests to some of this region's specialities like flammkuchen and zweibelkuchen. But to be honest, my taste buds have had their fill of German food and have turned their attention to other ethnic cuisines, especially sushi. My rolls of choice? Philadelphia roll (cucumber, cream cheese, salmon), Shrimp Tempura roll, and the Tuna-avocado roll.
iMovie - Recently, I learned how to edit my own video using iLife software that comes with my Macbook. (Click here if you missed the Oktoberfest video, my very first creation.) Now I am spending hours reviewing old digital video footage in the hopes of putting more segments together. Be warned!
Bailey's Irish Cream - With the temperature quickly dropping, Max and I like to warm up with Baileys Irish cream as an after-dinner treat. I like that with Baileys, at least for me, a little goes a long way.
I can't figure out who to tag. It's always the toughest part of memes. So, if you are reading these words and want to participate, consider yourself tagged.
Current Addictions, The Rules:
* Write a post about five current addictions (with details)
* Mention the person who started this meme (Being Brazen) and also the person who just tagged you
* Title your post "Current Addictions"
* Tag at least two people and pass on the above rules
Diane's Current Addictions:
Mad Men - One of the best things about having so many guests from the United States has been picking their brains to find out what new television shows might be worth watching. The top recommendations? Mad Men and John Adams. The latter isn't yet available for iTunes download, so I took a chance and purchased the first season of Showtime's Mad Men. Set at an advertising agency in 1960s New York city, the stylish Emmy-award winning show features an imperfect cast-of-characters that are both smart and complicated. What can I say? Max and I finished 13 episodes in a week! We're hooked! 
Election 2008 - I've written about my love of politics before, but my interest in all things election-related have reached a new high. Part of the reason is that my husband will be able to vote for the first time, having just been sworn in as a U.S. citizen last year. Max felt it important that he keep an open mind and make an informed decision. As a result, we've watched, read, and listened, with intense interest. Let me just say , I wish that politicians (on all sides) were held accountable for false and misleading ads because maybe the negativity would be minimized. After all, businesses are held accountable, why shouldn't politicians be? 
Sushi - I've eaten much more German cuisine the last several weeks because I wanted to introduce our American guests to some of this region's specialities like flammkuchen and zweibelkuchen. But to be honest, my taste buds have had their fill of German food and have turned their attention to other ethnic cuisines, especially sushi. My rolls of choice? Philadelphia roll (cucumber, cream cheese, salmon), Shrimp Tempura roll, and the Tuna-avocado roll.
iMovie - Recently, I learned how to edit my own video using iLife software that comes with my Macbook. (Click here if you missed the Oktoberfest video, my very first creation.) Now I am spending hours reviewing old digital video footage in the hopes of putting more segments together. Be warned! 
Bailey's Irish Cream - With the temperature quickly dropping, Max and I like to warm up with Baileys Irish cream as an after-dinner treat. I like that with Baileys, at least for me, a little goes a long way.I can't figure out who to tag. It's always the toughest part of memes. So, if you are reading these words and want to participate, consider yourself tagged.
7.06.2008
Five Habits Meme
It’s good to be home! Before I start a cleaning frenzy because in just two days, my folks come to town, I must attend to some unfinished blog business. It appears I’ve been tagged, not once but twice. I’ll complete one today and the second a little later this week.
Over at her web, Charlotte tagged me with a Five Habits Meme and I am always happy to oblige a good meme.
Five Habits Meme
What was I doing 10 years ago?
I worked for a large computer software company as a multimedia project manager. We developed educational software for middle and high school. For some time, I worked on social studies projects, but later moved to the sciences and Spanish language. It was a wonderful experience!
Five snacks I enjoy in a perfect, non-weight gaining world:
Pizza
Enchiladas
Cheese
Wine and fanciful martinis
Chocolate anything
Five snacks I enjoy in the real world:
(see above)
Five things I would do if I were a billionaire:
Take care of my family, Max’s family, and close friends
Settle in a large city and have a summer home in the Mediterranean
Spending time traveling the world
Sponsor an orphanage
Invest, Invest, Invest
Five jobs I have had:
Waitress
Secretary
Radio Announcer
Traffic Manager (the scheduling of daily programming, commercials, etc., at a television station).
Project Manager
Five habits:
I wake up every morning and immediately download the following podcasts: Hardball with Chris Matthews, CNN Politics daily, The Daily Dish, Meet the Press, Face the Nation, This Week with George Stephanolpois, Countdown with Keith Oberlin. What can I say-- politics is my thing!
I drink exactly two cups of espresso, and begin the task of working my way down Google reader. Currently, I subscribe to over 100 blogs.
I work on my own post.
I watch Larry King at 11am every day.
Every Thursday afternoon I call my folks. It’s a promise I am happy to keep.
Five places I have lived:
Brick, New Jersey
Boones Mill, Virginia
Greenville, South Carolina
Raleigh, North Carolina
Bad Durkheim, Germany
Five people I’d like to get to know better:
I tag the following:
Trivial Affairs
Maca’s World
Over the Rain
This Old Farm
Utenzi
Over at her web, Charlotte tagged me with a Five Habits Meme and I am always happy to oblige a good meme.
Five Habits Meme
What was I doing 10 years ago?
I worked for a large computer software company as a multimedia project manager. We developed educational software for middle and high school. For some time, I worked on social studies projects, but later moved to the sciences and Spanish language. It was a wonderful experience!
Five snacks I enjoy in a perfect, non-weight gaining world:
Pizza
Enchiladas
Cheese
Wine and fanciful martinis
Chocolate anything
Five snacks I enjoy in the real world:
(see above)
Five things I would do if I were a billionaire:
Take care of my family, Max’s family, and close friends
Settle in a large city and have a summer home in the Mediterranean
Spending time traveling the world
Sponsor an orphanage
Invest, Invest, Invest
Five jobs I have had:
Waitress
Secretary
Radio Announcer
Traffic Manager (the scheduling of daily programming, commercials, etc., at a television station).
Project Manager
Five habits:
I wake up every morning and immediately download the following podcasts: Hardball with Chris Matthews, CNN Politics daily, The Daily Dish, Meet the Press, Face the Nation, This Week with George Stephanolpois, Countdown with Keith Oberlin. What can I say-- politics is my thing!
I drink exactly two cups of espresso, and begin the task of working my way down Google reader. Currently, I subscribe to over 100 blogs.
I work on my own post.
I watch Larry King at 11am every day.
Every Thursday afternoon I call my folks. It’s a promise I am happy to keep.
Five places I have lived:
Brick, New Jersey
Boones Mill, Virginia
Greenville, South Carolina
Raleigh, North Carolina
Bad Durkheim, Germany
Five people I’d like to get to know better:
I tag the following:
Trivial Affairs
Maca’s World
Over the Rain
This Old Farm
Utenzi
6.24.2008
Summer Meme
Last week, Fabulously Me tagged me with a summer-time meme. I was so busy fretting over my party plans, I didn’t have time to give her meme my full attention, so I am presenting this a few days late.
Things I Couldn’t Live Without This Summer
1. Multiple fans to keep me cool by day
2. Cool, dry German Rieslings to quench my thirst
3. Salsa music and dancing to spice up my weekends
4. Trips to exotic places to break the monotony (We leave for Sharm El Sheik, Egypt on Thursday!)
5. Waterproof mascara – 'nuff said
6. Spanx to help me better fit into my summer sun dresses
7. Wireless Internet connection to keep me blogging wherever I travel
8. Farmers markets to buy fresh fruits and vegetables
9. A fly swatter – because without central air, my windows stay open
10. Sleeping mask (It becomes very bright here by 5am.)
11. A great companion to share in my summer days and nights
What couldn't you live without this summer? It’s always tough to decide whom to tag! But this time, I tag
Being Katie
G in Berlin
Swenglish Expat
Earth to Danie
Snooker
BluePaintRed
Jean Ann
Things I Couldn’t Live Without This Summer
1. Multiple fans to keep me cool by day
2. Cool, dry German Rieslings to quench my thirst
3. Salsa music and dancing to spice up my weekends
4. Trips to exotic places to break the monotony (We leave for Sharm El Sheik, Egypt on Thursday!)
5. Waterproof mascara – 'nuff said
6. Spanx to help me better fit into my summer sun dresses
7. Wireless Internet connection to keep me blogging wherever I travel
8. Farmers markets to buy fresh fruits and vegetables
9. A fly swatter – because without central air, my windows stay open
10. Sleeping mask (It becomes very bright here by 5am.)
11. A great companion to share in my summer days and nights
What couldn't you live without this summer? It’s always tough to decide whom to tag! But this time, I tag
Being Katie
G in Berlin
Swenglish Expat
Earth to Danie
Snooker
BluePaintRed
Jean Ann
6.03.2008
6 Random Facts (The German Version)
The divine Danie tagged me all the way from India. She’s asked that I do a random facts meme with a German twist. So, here it goes.
Random Fact #1
Most people hate to look at themselves in photographs, but I feel just the opposite way. For some reason, I photograph well and usually look better on film than in person (especially now with digital, I can instantly delete a disappointing photograph of myself rather than having to wait for it to come back from the processing lab, already developed, before destroying it.).
But on my second day in Germany, I had the *the worst* photograph taken of me. I was jet lagged, without a functioning, 230V blow dryer, and swollen from all the peanuts and pretzels I had inhaled from the plane ride over. I would have preferred to wait a few days before having my photograph snapped, but NOOOOOO---I was required to register with the government on the first, working day after arriving and my truly horrible photograph (which had to meet strict requirements) would become part of every day life in Germany. It’s on my residency visa, my driver’s license, and every any official document I have acquired since coming to this country.
Have I mentioned it’s a really, really bad photograph? Sometimes the guys at Frankfurt International Airport’s passport control do a double take and smirk when they see it.
But just to show you I’m not as vain as you and I think, I’m willing to post it. But first, you'll have to ask really nicely and promise not to laugh. This, however, might be asking too much.
Random Fact #2
I am really starting to love it here in the Rheinland Pfalz. Everywhere I look I am surrounded by beauty—the rolling hills, the vineyards, the flowers, the cobblestone, the vineyards, the beautiful old churches, the vineyards (yes, it’s worth repeating). I like it so much that I can actually picture myself living here longer than the four years Max’s company has stipulated. But please, don’t tell my mother, ok?
Random Fact #3
Despite a promise to myself, I have yet to unpack my bicycle--the very same one Max put together for me--and take it for a whirl around town. Germany offers many wonderful bike paths. I could literally peddle from my house, through a couple lovely vineyards, all the way to the center of town without the bike tires ever hitting the streets. With gas prices hovering close to $8.50 a gallon here, I should be using my bike more often. I am ashamed to admit I don’t.
Random Fact #4
Speaking of gas prices… When Max and I arrived back in December, it cost 64 euros to fill up our Mini Cooper (about $100 in the U.S.) at the pump. Last night, we spent over 84 euros ($132) to fill up the tank, and prices are predicted to go even high in the coming months.
Random Fact #5
I love love love the taste and consistency of the yogurt here in Germany. Some days I start and end my day with yogurt, having it for both breakfast and dessert. And I wonder why I have put on the pounds!
Random Fact #6
I think German people, as a whole, are among the most misunderstood group. Before I came here, I was warned about all the usual stereotypes you hear about. But in my experience, none of this has held true. We have been so warmly welcomed by the local community! I have also discovered this is a country where the people find any reason to celebrate. And as proof, here in German you can find a well-attended, town or city festival on any given weekend. I think it's pretty terrific, really.
So that's my list. Now it's your turn. I'm tagging the following folks.
An American in Norway
Blogging Mama
Lynda in Lulusbay
Jeweled Concrete
Just a Trumpet Player
Random Fact #1
Most people hate to look at themselves in photographs, but I feel just the opposite way. For some reason, I photograph well and usually look better on film than in person (especially now with digital, I can instantly delete a disappointing photograph of myself rather than having to wait for it to come back from the processing lab, already developed, before destroying it.).
But on my second day in Germany, I had the *the worst* photograph taken of me. I was jet lagged, without a functioning, 230V blow dryer, and swollen from all the peanuts and pretzels I had inhaled from the plane ride over. I would have preferred to wait a few days before having my photograph snapped, but NOOOOOO---I was required to register with the government on the first, working day after arriving and my truly horrible photograph (which had to meet strict requirements) would become part of every day life in Germany. It’s on my residency visa, my driver’s license, and every any official document I have acquired since coming to this country.
Have I mentioned it’s a really, really bad photograph? Sometimes the guys at Frankfurt International Airport’s passport control do a double take and smirk when they see it.
But just to show you I’m not as vain as you and I think, I’m willing to post it. But first, you'll have to ask really nicely and promise not to laugh. This, however, might be asking too much.
Random Fact #2
I am really starting to love it here in the Rheinland Pfalz. Everywhere I look I am surrounded by beauty—the rolling hills, the vineyards, the flowers, the cobblestone, the vineyards, the beautiful old churches, the vineyards (yes, it’s worth repeating). I like it so much that I can actually picture myself living here longer than the four years Max’s company has stipulated. But please, don’t tell my mother, ok?
Random Fact #3
Despite a promise to myself, I have yet to unpack my bicycle--the very same one Max put together for me--and take it for a whirl around town. Germany offers many wonderful bike paths. I could literally peddle from my house, through a couple lovely vineyards, all the way to the center of town without the bike tires ever hitting the streets. With gas prices hovering close to $8.50 a gallon here, I should be using my bike more often. I am ashamed to admit I don’t.
Random Fact #4
Speaking of gas prices… When Max and I arrived back in December, it cost 64 euros to fill up our Mini Cooper (about $100 in the U.S.) at the pump. Last night, we spent over 84 euros ($132) to fill up the tank, and prices are predicted to go even high in the coming months.
Random Fact #5
I love love love the taste and consistency of the yogurt here in Germany. Some days I start and end my day with yogurt, having it for both breakfast and dessert. And I wonder why I have put on the pounds!
Random Fact #6
I think German people, as a whole, are among the most misunderstood group. Before I came here, I was warned about all the usual stereotypes you hear about. But in my experience, none of this has held true. We have been so warmly welcomed by the local community! I have also discovered this is a country where the people find any reason to celebrate. And as proof, here in German you can find a well-attended, town or city festival on any given weekend. I think it's pretty terrific, really.
So that's my list. Now it's your turn. I'm tagging the following folks.
An American in Norway
Blogging Mama
Lynda in Lulusbay
Jeweled Concrete
Just a Trumpet Player
5.09.2008
Project Pyramid
Lynda at Lulu's Bay, Cairo is always coming up with something! She's started Project Pyramid, a unique meme where she asks bloggers to find objects in nature, at home, or just around that resemble pyramids. Admittedly, I am cheating a little bit. My "pyramid" was bought in Egypt and inspired by pyramids. It's a gold and stone pendant, a wedding gift to me from Max's family. Next to my engagement ring, it's my favorite piece of jewelry.Now head over to Lynda's and see what those who haven't cheated found.
4.15.2008
7 Random Facts
Many thanks and a shout out to Charlotte for tagging me with this meme. Quite honestly, I’m not sure what I would have blogged about today if it hadn’t been for her.
7 (more) random facts about me
1. Everyone has one daily chore that they could live without. It’s the chore you tend to put off for another day. Well, here’s mine-- sorting and putting away the forks, knives, and spoons after they have been cleaned in the dishwasher. I don’t know what it is about this simply task, but I will let all my utensils pile up and run through several cycles before I actually put them away. Sometimes, I even leave it for poor Max to do for me. Strange, I know.
2. I recently learned that one of my old flames actually has an online fan club devoted to him. A narcissist in the truest sense, I thought he must have created it for himself, but was surprised to discover someone else had actually devoted it to him. Even though it’s only 15 member strong, I wanted to gag. Bleh!! He is such a prick! How could he warrant a fan club?
3. I feed my dog bottle water, because I worry about the high lime content in the taps, and mix basmati rice in his dry dog food so he is more likely to eat it.
4. My parents started me on ballet classes at the age of 5-years old to make me more graceful and because I “walked like I was pushing a wheel barrel.” Way to give a girl confidence, eh? I ended up taking ballet lessons for 12 years and performed in my last recital at 17.
5. I’m not a beach person. In fact, I would choose almost any other vacation over going to the beach. I don’t like water, sand, baking in the sun.
6. This goes against popular opinion and I almost dare not say it, but I believe in a woman’s right to have plastic surgery. Grow old gracefully? Sure, if that’s your thing. But I, for one, will probably look for less refined ways to go through aging. ☺
7. Can someone be taught how to snore? If so, I believe Charlie learned from his daddy, Max. Now I have two fellows keeping me up at night. Can anyone offer a suggestion on how I can combat this? I need a good night sleep!
I'm tagging fellow expat G in Berlin!
7 (more) random facts about me
1. Everyone has one daily chore that they could live without. It’s the chore you tend to put off for another day. Well, here’s mine-- sorting and putting away the forks, knives, and spoons after they have been cleaned in the dishwasher. I don’t know what it is about this simply task, but I will let all my utensils pile up and run through several cycles before I actually put them away. Sometimes, I even leave it for poor Max to do for me. Strange, I know.
2. I recently learned that one of my old flames actually has an online fan club devoted to him. A narcissist in the truest sense, I thought he must have created it for himself, but was surprised to discover someone else had actually devoted it to him. Even though it’s only 15 member strong, I wanted to gag. Bleh!! He is such a prick! How could he warrant a fan club?
3. I feed my dog bottle water, because I worry about the high lime content in the taps, and mix basmati rice in his dry dog food so he is more likely to eat it.
4. My parents started me on ballet classes at the age of 5-years old to make me more graceful and because I “walked like I was pushing a wheel barrel.” Way to give a girl confidence, eh? I ended up taking ballet lessons for 12 years and performed in my last recital at 17.
5. I’m not a beach person. In fact, I would choose almost any other vacation over going to the beach. I don’t like water, sand, baking in the sun.
6. This goes against popular opinion and I almost dare not say it, but I believe in a woman’s right to have plastic surgery. Grow old gracefully? Sure, if that’s your thing. But I, for one, will probably look for less refined ways to go through aging. ☺
7. Can someone be taught how to snore? If so, I believe Charlie learned from his daddy, Max. Now I have two fellows keeping me up at night. Can anyone offer a suggestion on how I can combat this? I need a good night sleep!
I'm tagging fellow expat G in Berlin!
4.09.2008
A Tale of Two Bookcases
G in Berlin tagged me with a quick meme to show what's on my shelves by displaying a bookcase.
In truth, this could be an object lesson in the idea that 'sometimes people aren't what they appear'. I have two bookcases, but only one is on display for all the word to see.
This bookcase houses some old, leather-bound classics, decorative items, and framed photographs. It's the sort of bookcase I hope people notice, admire, and think, "Diane has such classic taste." Little do visitors know that I've never actually opened any of the books to read. But that's besides the point.
Here's my second, well-used, bookcase. It's hidden my loft, out of sight of most house guests. What does this bookcase say about me? Be kind with your answers.
In truth, I'm not much of a reader. After seeing my shelves, you probably could guess this. But in fairness to me, I spent 8 hours catching up on all my blog subscriptions after returning from Italy. At least, I'm reading something.
Now it's time to tag a few of you. What's on your bookcase? I tag Utenzi, Kenju, Tenacious D, and the Grunt.
In truth, this could be an object lesson in the idea that 'sometimes people aren't what they appear'. I have two bookcases, but only one is on display for all the word to see.
This bookcase houses some old, leather-bound classics, decorative items, and framed photographs. It's the sort of bookcase I hope people notice, admire, and think, "Diane has such classic taste." Little do visitors know that I've never actually opened any of the books to read. But that's besides the point.
Here's my second, well-used, bookcase. It's hidden my loft, out of sight of most house guests. What does this bookcase say about me? Be kind with your answers.
In truth, I'm not much of a reader. After seeing my shelves, you probably could guess this. But in fairness to me, I spent 8 hours catching up on all my blog subscriptions after returning from Italy. At least, I'm reading something.
Now it's time to tag a few of you. What's on your bookcase? I tag Utenzi, Kenju, Tenacious D, and the Grunt.
2.12.2008
View from the kitchen window
How do people come up with these great ideas? Today’s post is the brainchild of Lynda at Lulusbay in Cairo. She requests that bloggers post a picture of the view from their kitchen windows. Please know this request is not only reserved for expatriates. Anyone can share his or her view, the sight you see everyday while sipping that cup of morning joe or perusing favorite blogs.
So here’s the view. I don’t have much to look at because my kitchen, once the barn of this 1000-year-old house, opens into the courtyard. My house is shaped like an ‘L’ and the courtyard completes a rectangle with the house. For this reason, none of my windows offer a view outside the stone walls.
In fact, only one small window, positioned rooftop, offers a view of the vineyard, which is in crawling distance to the house. Now only early February, you might not be able clearly see the vines. But rest assured, it will be in full grape production this summer.
So, now it’s your turn. Show us your view! Post a picture from your kitchen window and tell Lynda so she can add a link to it from her site.
So here’s the view. I don’t have much to look at because my kitchen, once the barn of this 1000-year-old house, opens into the courtyard. My house is shaped like an ‘L’ and the courtyard completes a rectangle with the house. For this reason, none of my windows offer a view outside the stone walls. In fact, only one small window, positioned rooftop, offers a view of the vineyard, which is in crawling distance to the house. Now only early February, you might not be able clearly see the vines. But rest assured, it will be in full grape production this summer.
So, now it’s your turn. Show us your view! Post a picture from your kitchen window and tell Lynda so she can add a link to it from her site.
1.29.2008
Fashionably Late?
Twenty days ago, BluePaintRed invited me to do an archive meme, but I just saw her request last night. I hope I’m not too late RSVPing to this party.
Archive Meme Instructions: Go back through your archives and post the links to your five favorite blog posts that you’ve written. … but there is a catch: Link 1 must be about family. Link 2 must be about friends. Link 3 must be about yourself, who you are… what you’re all about. Link 4 must be about something you love. Link 5 can be anything you choose. I think this is a great way to circulate some of the great older posts everyone had written, return to a few great places in our memories and also learn a little something about ourselves and each other that we may not know. Post your five links and then tag five other people. At least TWO of the people you tag must be newer acquaintances so that you get to know each other better….and don’t forget to read the archive posts and leave comments
1. Family: I’ve written many posts about both the complicated relationship I have with my parents and tight relationship I have with my brother. But as soon as I saw this category, I thought of a post about my sister, Christina.
2. Friends: Now that I live thousands of miles away, I’ve missed my girlfriends a lot. Combing through my archives and finding this post about a typical, pre-Max, outing with my girlfriends didn’t help my longing for good company or a stiff drink.
3. I rock: Well, I don’t know about that. But I do know, I’ve changed a lot over the years and my blog has evolved right along with me. This history of my ever-changing template also gives a little insight into who I am, where I’ve been, and what I hope to become.
4. I love: With 60 posts about my love, it was hard to choose the one that best represents Max. Back in our courtship, I thought one small gesture spoke volumes about his character. Turns out, I was right.
5. My favorite post. I was torn between the informative post on Brazilian bikini waxing or my $900 sheet purchase, but instead I’ve decided on this post about my 6th grade teacher. Many of you are or have worked in education, and no doubt must feel as though it is a thankless job sometimes. So, I wanted to share this story about a woman, who had profound influence on my life. I know you make a difference, too.
Ok, here is the part where I am supposed to tag. I know many of you don’t do memes, but I hope you will consider this one request. What better way to get to know the best of your archives? But rest assured, I won’t be offended if you don’t.
I tag:
Ms. Chica
M
Amy D
Me
Meno
1. Family: I’ve written many posts about both the complicated relationship I have with my parents and tight relationship I have with my brother. But as soon as I saw this category, I thought of a post about my sister, Christina.
2. Friends: Now that I live thousands of miles away, I’ve missed my girlfriends a lot. Combing through my archives and finding this post about a typical, pre-Max, outing with my girlfriends didn’t help my longing for good company or a stiff drink.
3. I rock: Well, I don’t know about that. But I do know, I’ve changed a lot over the years and my blog has evolved right along with me. This history of my ever-changing template also gives a little insight into who I am, where I’ve been, and what I hope to become.
4. I love: With 60 posts about my love, it was hard to choose the one that best represents Max. Back in our courtship, I thought one small gesture spoke volumes about his character. Turns out, I was right.
5. My favorite post. I was torn between the informative post on Brazilian bikini waxing or my $900 sheet purchase, but instead I’ve decided on this post about my 6th grade teacher. Many of you are or have worked in education, and no doubt must feel as though it is a thankless job sometimes. So, I wanted to share this story about a woman, who had profound influence on my life. I know you make a difference, too.
Ok, here is the part where I am supposed to tag. I know many of you don’t do memes, but I hope you will consider this one request. What better way to get to know the best of your archives? But rest assured, I won’t be offended if you don’t.
I tag:
Ms. Chica
M
Amy D
Me
Meno
1.14.2008
Seven Random Things
I’m it--tagged by Tenacious D. I don't consider myslef a meme snob, but it’s been a while since I’ve done one because memes usually make my brain hurt. This one gave me one hell of a headache. I mean, really, what don’t you know about me?
7. When we left Raleigh, I didn’t think I was ever going to get over the loss of my true love, Keurig. A couple months in Germany and I’ve discovered that time does heal all wounds. My relationship was just a crush. Instead, I have fallen in love with a younger, Italian model. He makes waking up in the mornings oh so worth it!
6. Max and I allow our pets, Charlie and Rascal, to sleep in bed with us. It’s odd. Here we have a spacious house, and my little family cuddles all together into one tiny room at night. Especially now that we are in Germany, this has become a ritual. We go to bed, Charlie follows right behind us, and two minutes later Rascal is crying at the door. Fortunately, everyone has his or her own side. Max sleeps on the right; I take the left. Charlie sleeps at the foot of the bed; Rascal snuggles us toward the pillows.
5. My family boasts many artists. Both sisters, a cousin, my niece and my mother all paint beautifully. My brother plays drums and sings. I can’t do anything artistic. In fact, I failed scissors on my kindergarten report card. The teacher said I had bad dexterity.
4. I’m not a picky eater, but I do despise the following: mayonnaise, bleu cheese, ranch dressing, sausage, and ham.
3. Bruce Springsteen once told my mother I was a cute baby. Our parents were friends, and he was just a teenager. My mother’s response? “Bruce, what do you know about babies?” But, what does this say about my mother? Wasn't I a cute baby?
2. Talk about a small world! I went to a Mexican restaurant in Athens, Greece, where Max had worked as a waiter. Weird, huh?
1. I once played Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtle Donatello, in a weekend television promotion at a mall. Mother was so proud.
This is where things get tricky and I am suppose to tag folks. But I can’t choose between you all! So if you are reading these words and would like to play along, consider yourself tagged.
7. When we left Raleigh, I didn’t think I was ever going to get over the loss of my true love, Keurig. A couple months in Germany and I’ve discovered that time does heal all wounds. My relationship was just a crush. Instead, I have fallen in love with a younger, Italian model. He makes waking up in the mornings oh so worth it!
6. Max and I allow our pets, Charlie and Rascal, to sleep in bed with us. It’s odd. Here we have a spacious house, and my little family cuddles all together into one tiny room at night. Especially now that we are in Germany, this has become a ritual. We go to bed, Charlie follows right behind us, and two minutes later Rascal is crying at the door. Fortunately, everyone has his or her own side. Max sleeps on the right; I take the left. Charlie sleeps at the foot of the bed; Rascal snuggles us toward the pillows.
5. My family boasts many artists. Both sisters, a cousin, my niece and my mother all paint beautifully. My brother plays drums and sings. I can’t do anything artistic. In fact, I failed scissors on my kindergarten report card. The teacher said I had bad dexterity.
4. I’m not a picky eater, but I do despise the following: mayonnaise, bleu cheese, ranch dressing, sausage, and ham.
3. Bruce Springsteen once told my mother I was a cute baby. Our parents were friends, and he was just a teenager. My mother’s response? “Bruce, what do you know about babies?” But, what does this say about my mother? Wasn't I a cute baby?
2. Talk about a small world! I went to a Mexican restaurant in Athens, Greece, where Max had worked as a waiter. Weird, huh?
1. I once played Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtle Donatello, in a weekend television promotion at a mall. Mother was so proud.
This is where things get tricky and I am suppose to tag folks. But I can’t choose between you all! So if you are reading these words and would like to play along, consider yourself tagged.
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