Archive | February, 2013

Christmas is all year round

28 Feb

And I don’t mean it in a jolly, oh so lovely, kinda way. I literally mean that my children are not willing to let Christmas go.

Maybe it’s the post traumatic stress I caused them when I took THE tree(s) and all Christmas decorations down the German way. On January 2.

Maybe it’s the 156 little Christmas booklets that are still lying around (for the record, I do try to hide them but they surface up some hours later in a magical way).

Maybe it’s the very short conversation Yianni and I had the other day.

Y: Mom

Me: yes honey

Y: somebody told me in class that Santa doesn’t really exist

Me: who said that? My question, apart from buying time, had an ulterior motive: I wanted to know WHO THE F…K CRASHED MY SON’S SANTA ILLUSION

Y: A boy, in the class smart kid

ME: Well…..why don’t you ask Sabine (his teacher)

Oh yes. I CHICKENED OUT. BIG TIME. Can you blame me?

How did you treat the Santa issue with your kids??

Until next time

love,

tatu

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Iyeoka – Simply Falling

27 Feb

There goes my heart again
All of this time I thought we were pretending
Nothing looks the same when your eyes are open
Now you’re playing these games to keep my heartbeat spinning
You show me love, you show me love
You show me everything my heart is capable of
You reshape me like butterfly origami

You have broken into my heart
This time I feel the blues have departed
Nothing can keep me away from this feeling
I know I am simply falling for you

I’m taking time to envision where your heart is
And justify why you’re gone for the moment
I tumble sometimes, looking for sunshine
And you know this is right when you look into my eyes
You show me love, you show me love
You show me everything my heart is capable of
And now I can’t break away from this fire that we started

There my heart goes again
In your arms I’m falling deeper
And there’s nothing to break me away from this

honeymoon gone wrong, part 2

26 Feb

The dream of the honeymoon to Mauritius ended just like that. With a simple phonecall. Dreams of lying on the beach and sipping super extra large tropical fruit cocktails while enjoying the sunset were abruptly crashed. For good.

After recovering from the shock of the shattered honeymoon we continued with the last minute wedding preparations.

It was a GREAT wedding. Not that I can remember much. I was too shocked and too overwhelmed (not too drunk).

We spent the morning after with family and friends and took off late in the evening to return home. It suddenly hit us. We had a week off from work and no place to go. We eagerly looked for the perfect alternative, but who were we kidding??? Mauritius could not be replaced.

As luck has it, the EUROVISION contest took place in Athens the same day we got married. What we couldn’t have foreseen is that all GREAT vacation spots were either fully booked or super overpriced to accommodate the EUROVISION groupies fans.

After researching on the internet for the perfect honeymoon getaway and failing dramatically in doing so, we decided to come to terms with the fact that we couldn’t really find anything great and we settled in finding just ANYTHING where we could enjoy each other and sleep, sleep, sleep (planning your own wedding can be exhausting).

We started our honeymoon in a nice hotel in a semi decadent place with pretty decadent fellow guests. N. didn’t seem too eager to share the pool with the overweight, massive belly owners, black (dyed) hair Russians in their 60s accompanied by their callgirls girlfriends in their early 20s. I, on the other hand, closed my eyes and pretended I was swimming in the pool of the hotel of my dream honeymoon. Full disclosure: It didn’t work.

After three interesting days, we decided to treat ourselves and stay one night at an overpriced super duper 5* wellness and spa hotel. After all, it was our freaking honeymoon.

That was a complete disaster. We now shared a pool with fellow guests in the tender age of 80+ (they were pretty nice, but you see, there is not a lot to talk about when 50 years of age difference are involved). Once we left the spa, N. got an allergic reaction to the chlorine of the pool and got red and itchy eyes and started sneezing something like 1,546 times a minute. Needless to say, we were in full denial at the time and constantly told each other how nice it was.

The night turned into a pure torture as N. got another allergic reaction to the dust in the room (N. & hotel room carpets never go well together) which made us open the window. We spent the following 3 hours chasing a tribe of regular Greek mean mosquitoes that really seemed pretty desperate to suck every ounce of blood we had in our bodies.

The next morning we decided to leave.

We still had three days left. We felt we had enough of Greek hotels and left for good, all time classic, beloved Pelion.

The verdict? When you are in love you cherish each other, no matter where you find yourself at the time. It sure won’t hurt if you find the perfect spot to do so.

What about you? Did you cherish your honeymoon as much as we did??? Bring it on, shamelessly share with me YOUR perfect story! I won’t be jealous (so she says) 😉

Until next time,

love,

tatu

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you want to do WHAT?? honeymoon gone wrong, part 1

25 Feb

May 20, 2006.

Our wedding day.

While I was happily chatting with my German friends & family over breakfast at the terrace of their hotel, my uncle pops his head out of his hotel room window and shouts: WHERE IS YOUR CELL PHONE? N. HAS BEEN TRYING TO REACH YOU FOR THE LAST HOUR…

We had spent the night before apart, as custom has it, and I had neglected to take my phone with me. After all, the hotel was very conveniently located, just 5 minutes walking distance from our summer flat. Why take the damn thing, N. hates cell phones and rarely uses his anyway (reminder: that was 2006).

I rushed back to our flat and called him back. My semi-happy, semi-worried face quickly turned into a semi-horror, semi-angry face while we had the following conversation:

T: Good morning honey. Did you have a nice time with A?(N. decided against the classical bachelor party-no, it had nothing to do with me, I promise) and opted for a quality one on one dinner with his best man, A.

N: Where have you been? I have been trying to reach you all morning (said the cell hater)

T: I went to the hotel to meet the German guests. What’s wrong? Why do you sound so stressed?

N: I haven’t slept all night. I was too stressed. We need to cancel our honeymoon.

T: What?? (this was the second my face transformed from loving wife-to-be to angry wife-to-be)

N: Well, I was telling A. that we booked our honeymoon and fly off tomorrow for a week to Mauritius and he told me that in France they had issued a travel warning for Mauritius due to a mosquito epidemic (chikungunya outbreaks) in the region.

T: WHAT?? still not being able to process what I just heard

N: There is this mosquito…which transmits the chikungunya virus…it can be lethal…15 people have already died. We need to cancel this trip.

T: I AM NOT CANCELING THIS TRIP. I AM GOING TO GO ALONE (very mature, I know)

N: ….(too angry to remember this part of the conversation)

T: I HAVE BEEN PLANNING THIS TRIP FOR THE LAST 6 MONTHS (after all, I had been planning other people’s trips for the last 7 years-being a travel agent that is- it was about time that I did some serious planning of my own) I AM NOT CANCELING THIS TRIP NOW. End of conversation.

The more I thought about it the more I realized that if there is one mosquito flying over Mauritius, chances are that it is going to attack N. (with his luck and allergic reactions to almost anything).

One hour (and numerous talks with my grandfather & uncle-both docs) later I made the call.

T: Hi.

N: Hi.

T: Ok, I have done some thinking…

N: Yes…

T: There is actually no point in going if we are going to be stressed about the whole mosquito thing (in retrospect of course: it would have been SO WORTH IT)

to be continued…

until next time,

love,

tatu

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LIEBSTER AWARD – thank you Doro!

25 Feb

A big thank you to Doro, a dear friend and probably the only blogger friend I know up, close and personal, for nominating me for the Liebster Award. Life has punched her in the face and has ‘forced’ her to leave Greece, the country she loved and lived in for more than 2 decades. She is a talented mom of three who recently started blogging about everything and nothing. Mainly life. Please check out her wonderful blog.  

The rules

Post eleven facts about yourself
Answer the questions posed by your nominator
Pass the award on to eleven new recipients
Pose eleven new questions to your bloggers
Post a copy of the badge on your blog (type “Liebster Award” into Google images; you’ll find plenty to choose from). Notify nominees and include links to the originating blog, as well as the new recipient

11 facts about me

  1. My dream is to open a small eatery
  2. I am more of a movie than a music kind of person
  3. I hate the gym, always have, always will
  4. Cockroaches give me the creeps
  5. I once had an albino rat as a pet. Definitely on the top of my most beloved pets list
  6. I am a junk food lover
  7. I love making homemade gifts but have realized that not everyone appreciates their value
  8. We cancelled our honeymoon on the day we got married because of a deadly mosquito scare at the chosen destination
  9. Half way through studying management and travel I realized I wanted to be a chef
  10. I am a sucker for great love stories
  11. I always bake my own bread (usually infused with sun dried tomatoes and onions)

My nominees

  1. the crafty Gabriella from our life in action
  2. the lovely Paula from depression exists
  3. the funny Melissa from motherhood is an art
  4. the beautifully real Anka from keeping it real
  5. the talented little miss wordy
  6. the lovely Amber from the usual bliss (she has already received this nomination from someone else, but her blog rocks and you MUST check it out)
  7. the incredible duo of best of 2 sisters
  8. the funny dad from me myself and kids
  9. my mommy mentor from ramblings from a mum
  10. the lovely Jurgita from ice beautiful
  11. the lovely, multilingual Ute from expat since birth

Questions and Answers

1. If you could grant someone you love one wish, what would that be?

To stay healthy!

2.  Which nationality would you chose, if you could and why?

Spanish. I love the language, the people and the food.

 3.  Where would you want to live, if you had the choice?

New York

4.  Would you send your sons into war?  Why/not?

No, I don’t believe in guns, nor war

 5.  What do you think about the rise of the extreme right in the world?

I am shocked and petrified at the same time

 6.  If you were an aid agency, where in the world would you go to help?

The Democratic Republic of Congo, Africa, which has become the poorest country in the world as of 2010.

 7.  What do you think about climate change true or false?

Definitely true and it scares the shit out of me

 8.  If you had only one day left in your life, what would you do?

Spend as much quality time as possible with my loved ones

 9.  Free tickets to any concert…who would you chose?

Mumford and Sons

10. If you would be stranded on a deserted island, what  three items would you take along?

Yianni, Iliana & N.

11. What gender would you pick if you could for your unborn child and why?

As I have been blessed with both, I would chose a HEALTHY one.

My turn to ask the questions

  1. If you could spend half a day with a famous person, who would you chose and why?
  2. Favourite food?
  3. What do you despise?
  4. Truth or Dare?
  5. Are you a TV or a books person?
  6. Best day of your life & why?
  7. All time favourite movie?
  8. Sea or mountain?
  9. Favourite destination & why?
  10. Homemade or storebought?
  11. If you could change one thing about you, what would it be?

Until next time,

love,

tatu

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I will wait

23 Feb

And I came home
Like a stone
And I fell heavy into your arms
These days of darkness
Which we’ve known
Will blow away with this new sun

And I’ll kneel down
Wait for now
And I’ll kneel down
Know my ground

And I will wait, I will wait for you
And I will wait, I will wait for you

So break my step
And relent
You forgave and I won’t forget
Know what we’ve seen
And him with less
Now in some way
Shake the excess

But I will wait, I will wait for you
And I will wait, I will wait for you
And I will wait, I will wait for you
And I will wait, I will wait for you

So I’ll be bold
As well as strong
And use my head alongside my heart
So tame my flesh
And fix my eyes
That tethered mind free from the lies

But I’ll kneel down
Wait for now
I’ll kneel down
Know my ground

Raise my hands
Paint my spirit gold
And bow my head
Keep my heart slow

Cause I will wait, I will wait for you
And I will wait, I will wait for you
And I will wait, I will wait for you
And I will wait, I will wait for you

a blissful winter day

21 Feb

I love summer. If I could eliminate the only summer nuisance, aka mosquitoes, I could live in summer mode all year round. This post though is not about summer, nor mosquitoes.

This post is about enjoying the good things in life. This post is about inhaling every season and making the most out of it.

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N. planned and executed a perfect day on the mountain. We drove Yianni to school, met D. & Y. and drove off to the nearest ski resort, Parnassos.

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Although we were a bit (or a lot-depends on who you ask) late, we opted to drive and park at the less busy side of the mountain (yes, we were not the only ‘smart’ ones who did not want to miss the perfect snow conditions, it turned out to be pretty packed).

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and off we went

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Mr & Mrs

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The other side of the mountain

 

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the other side of me

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and like a true Greek, a perfect day on the mountain can not end without this…

 

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or this…Image

or this…

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(actually this came as a complete surprise and pleasant bonus, a wine tasting at a great place)

Now, if I could erase the one nasty incident of the day, I would say this was a PERFECT day.

Until next time

love,

tatu

 

never underestimate the power of fear

21 Feb

I suffer from high anxiety and I snowboard. It doesn’t make much sense. I know.

I started skiing when I was still a little girl and switched to snowboarding when I became a teenager (back in the 90s it was SUPER ULTRA COOL to snowboard, especially if you were a girl).

Back in the days, I was semi fearless. I knew that heights scared the hell out of me but I was too embarrassed to admit it to my snowboarding crowd. I swallowed my fear and endured some of the scariest and steepest hills.

With time, I grew wiser. I waited for the perfect snow conditions (an icy piste is my worst snow-related  nightmare) and decided to snowboard down the less steep hills.. That was my strategy. It seemed to work just fine. I thought I had (almost) managed to conquer my fear of heights. Until yesterday.

I got stuck on a narrow path down a very steep hill (the snow was perfect) and while I was struggling to get going I started looking down the hill. The more I looked, the more panicked I got. It suddenly hit me. I hadn’t experienced it for years and I had almost forgotten how terribly frightening it can actually get. I got my phone out and tried calling my friend Y. who was waiting for me further down the slope (we had lost sight of each other). I couldn’t find his number. I started panicking more. I was too scared to move. I called N. and asked him to let Y. know that he should go on without me (thank whoever is responsible for the invention of cell phones). And then I told him a very mature manner: I am stuck. I can’t move. 

10 minutes later I convinced myself that I CAN do it. With trembling knees and shaky hands I started riding down the hill in a very uncool chickenischingly scared out of my mind state, but I did it. I managed to conquer my fear and move on. You know how?? I told my fear the following thing:

YOU CAN’T SCARE ME. I HAVE KIDS.

Until next time

love,

tatu

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I can’t compete

19 Feb

and the truth is nobody can. After all, we are talking about Petra, my mom. She is UNIQUE in a very chaotic kind of way.

I wish I had just a little bit of her energy, imagination, endless patience, and joy to play along with the kids. Her secret?? She is still a kid at heart. At 68. When it comes to spending time with Omaka/Paka everybody is in. All 5 grand kids (my sister’s 3 & my 2) literally fight over who is going to spend more time with her. And both Alex & I use her as a bribe reward (nasty daughters).

If you find the strength to overlook THE MESS she leaves behind you are more than fine. I, on the other hand, left her chaotic artistic household 15 years ago and find it difficult at times not to feel disoriented. Whenever I feel the urge to make a critical observation I find myself battling with the inner more-organised-me to keep my mouth shut and just let her be.

Please don’t misunderstand me.  I am the recovering chaotic-want to be more organised-married to N. the semi neat freak-kinda gal. I like it when the house is clean and no mess is lying around (that happens once a week when the cleaning fairy comes and lasts about 10 minutes-max). I try to keep it at a living standard but If I have to choose to either spend time with the kids or tidy up the house, I will definitely choose to tidy up the house (just kidding) 😉

For now, I ll let the kids enjoy their grandma (preferably at her house-for obvious reasons) and try to blend in as much as possible. Who knows? An occasional escape from reality might do me wonders, don’t you think?

until next time

love,

tatu

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the perfect Saturday from HELL

17 Feb

If you had asked me a week ago what we would be doing this Saturday I would have replied: EVERYTHING. It was going to be a great one:a parenting seminar in the morning, lunch at my MIL, a kid’s party Yianni had been waiting for the whole week and a great grown up dinner at a good friend’s house in the evening. It would have been PERFECT.

And then? Then, LIFE happened. Just like that, or better said, slowly and steadily the great Saturday plans started falling apart.

It all started when I got sick on Tuesday.  It was then that I realized that it was not really the crappy meal I made on Friday which made N. feel like shit, it was really THE STOMACH FLU (my absolute worst nightmare). On the same day I got the rejection letter from the school that the seminar was already fully booked. Bummer…

I was a bit annoyed but since I am determined to start looking at the bright side and enjoy my life more, I told myself that it didn’t really matter. Now that we had the morning free, the day would be less tiring. 

On Thursday my friend got sick and cancelled the dinner plans. I was really eager to go to that dinner but as a mom of two I totally get the ‘no planning possible with young children’ kinda thing. I told myself that it didn’t matter as we could focus on the birthday party Yiannis was so excited to attend and there was no rush to leave early anymore.

On Saturday, 10 minutes before arriving at the party Yianni threw up….

We arrived at the party, left the gift and took off to return home. I told myself IT DOES MATTER because he really, really, really wanted to go to that party. But then again…there will be other parties!

Until next time,

love

tatu

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