Last week was busy and my weekend much of a break. This thing is sometimes it's nice to be busy. Other times it's just nice to sit on your couch.

This weekend was just go, go, go for me.

I was on a mission.

On Saturday, I got up made a pot of coffee and started my day.

I started some laundry.

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I made a calendar on snapfish.com with my little sister. It's kind of our thing. We make a calendar for our family and friends for the upcoming year with photos from the past year. Everyone loves to open a calendar like this but these things don't make themselves. You have to pick a theme, gather together all of the photos you want to use, pick the page layout, arrange and size the photos and then make sure that you've included pictures of everyone. Leaving someone off is not an option.

I talked to my sister on skype while futzing around with the calendar. I am a perfectionist.

I decorated my Christmas tree with handmade red and green hearts. So I guess I should also add that I made my own heart-shaped ornaments. This was super fun and easy. After hanging up the homemade hearts I tossed on some aluminum ornaments that I bought in Vienna as well.  It's nothing fancy but then again neither is a fake tree that you store under the sink 11 months a year. It's feels Christmas-y and really that's all that matters to me.

At some point in here, I cleaned my apartment.

I made a list of the cookies that I want to make for cookies this year. Enter: <a href="http://www.bettycrocker.com/recipes/sugar-cookies/90993177-b5fe-4cc7-a6b6-8f58913d36e8#?st=6&amp;term=Sugar%20cookies&amp;ps=9&amp;pi=9&amp;fv=AND%28HasGridViewImage%3ATrue%29" target="_blank">sugar cookies</a>, <a href="http://www.bettycrocker.com/recipes/luscious-lemon-squares/c01a5935-6f52-419c-af08-e8c267c1aaf7" target="_blank">lemon squares</a>, chocolate peanut butter bon-bons and chocolate dipped pretzel sticks. I went to my girl Betty Crocker for the first two recipes. These are the recipes of my childhood. Then I wrote to my sister for the bon-bon recipe. She sent it to me and I'm pretty sure that I can dip pretzel sticks without a recipe.

I graded 20+ student essays on the novel Heart of Darkness and Lord of the Flies. Nothing like teaching two depressing books at the same time.

Then I went shopping. I've got some friends to pick gifts up for, a secret santa at school, the women at school who clean our classrooms and, well, myself. Secret santa: check. Gifts for friends: more or less check. Women who clean at school: still looking and for myself, I found a really great new circle scarf. I'm obsessed with circle scarves. They are super super cozy.

I had a second mulled wine at the German Christmas market but there were lots of people being pushy and so my friend A. I went home. She thought the market was cute too. So there you have it A. who when to Vienna with me liked the market too. Now you have to go and check it out.

On Sunday, it was more of the same.

Only instead of shopping, I picked up somethings at the grocery store for cookie baking. I whipped up a pan of the lemon squares. These are really not super Christmas-y but they are buttery and lemony, easy to make and a nice counter point to the chocolatey dishes that dominate the season.

I talked to my sister again about the calendar. She likes it. It's a go. Phew.

I finish up my homework for my Bulgarian lesson and I only missed two questions on the unit test. What-what!!

Then I head into the city for my lesson. An hour an half later, I am at the mall drinking a coffee with A. from there we decide to go to studentski grad for dinner. The restaurant he'd wanted to go to is closed. Apparently they only work until 6pm on Sundays. <em>Go figure</em>. Sometimes I think, I am never going to figure this place out.

And that's that.

Now it's Monday. Monday night.