Urban dictionary defines omgwtfbbq as a “meaningless acronym which most often stands for ‘Oh My God What The F*** Barbeque’. It can be interpreted simply as gibberish, or used when one wants to emphasize one’s own incoherence, lack of understanding, or to mock others.”
This has little to do with anything other than the fact that I found myself the other day wearing more layers than I ever have before, head wrapped so no part of my skin was exposed, walking to my office battling what felt like 90mph winds. It was about halfway through this walk that I found myself screaming this meaningless acronym into my scarf that thankfully muffled most of the noise. Not sure why the need to scream this overcame me, I imagine much of it has to do with the fact that I think it’s funny, but also because at that very moment it seemed to be the only fitting way to express my frustration with this year’s brutal winter.
I recognize that I’ve been somewhat of a slacker when it comes to posts. I could give tons of excuses, but instead, I’ll simply regale you with tales of why I seem to find little time to blog these days.
We’re house hunting. And when I say house, I really mean over-priced, small condo hunting. Apparently, Boston missed the memo that it’s supposed to be a buyer’s market and for a cool half-a-mill you get a fixer-upper. Please note, I don’t have a cool half-a-mill so you can only imagine what I get. Having trouble? Allow me to help.
You get wood paneling and a house that comes with a roof that leaks blob images onto ceilings that hopefully one day will resemble the baby Jesus so that I can be famous and sell photos for lots of money.
I have been neck-deep in snow. Correction. We’re officially buried. With the latest arrival of over 12 inches, snow banks are taller than I am which is why I wear a bright orange coat. It serves the dual purpose of not getting shot by a deer hunter AND not getting hit by a car because they can’t see me getting ready to cross the street.
I’ve lost my zen. When preparing to move back to the U.S., I promised myself I wouldn’t lose the work-life balance zen that I seemed to perfect in Switzerland. Work stayed at work, and I stayed at work only until about 6pm every night. There was always plenty of time for making dinners, working out and still having an enjoyable evening. I’ve failed miserably at that, but am determined more than ever to regain that zen. It all starts with a vacation that we have scheduled for 2 weeks from now (Hawaii here we come!), but I promise everyone, I’ll get there. And when I do, KC will be back better than ever. Heck, I may even get around to updating my “about me” page to reflect that I don’t actually live in Switzerland any longer!
So, there we go. A little insight into our crazy world right now, but the promise of many new and wonderful recipes and trip reports to come. After all, I was gifted several wonderful cookbooks for Christmas and the results have been wonderful so far.