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Just now, as I was trying to catch up on all my wayyy behind blog reading (why do you people write so much? why?) there was a buzz at the door. Because nobody ever comes to our door, Lindsey and I both just sat here for a moment and stared at each other, until I realized that I was the adult and door opening falls to me. So I did my adultly duty and answered the door and guess what! It was the bofrost* man! Yeah, I was confused too, until he handed me a catalog and I realized bofrost* man = schwans guy. But in German. As a bonus, bofrost* man also handed me a catalog of translations which, yay! - are funny enough for me to tell you about!

1. Walnut Ice Cream: Pithy-nutty and creamy-fine. Soft-melting ice-cream with fine marple syrup and crispy walnuts.
(wow, pithy nuts? AND marple syrup? Yum!)

2. Cream Vanilla bourbon Ice-Cream: The fine way of ice pleasure.
(okay, I’m stopping right there. Ice pleasure? although it DOES seem like it might be a bit chilly, it sounds fun…sign me up!)

3. bo*nut: A must for lovers of nut.
(…um…)

4. Chicken-breast-fillets: Fist Class fillets - selected for you. Stays especially fleshy and juicy.
(Hmmm…I’ll stay away from the Fist class fillet, I think.)

5. Meat Balls: They do not only taste in soup.
(well, there you go.)

6. Lye sticks: Bake with variants, whether lye confectionary, your own phantasy creations or classic lye sticks.
(wait, lye? as in…LYE?)

I’m definitely getting #2, mayyyybe #1 - I really think I’d enjoy marple syrup a whole lot.

Tschuss!!

*by the way, the * is a snowflake. not something else.

I wish I had something really exciting to tell you about the trip to Heidelberg today but I don’t.  Well, I DID get lost, even though I was using the navi system, so that was fun.  I ended up on random side street with a streetcar barreling straight towards me, because I was frozen with panic because WHAT DO I DO?  That’s what I was saying in my head:  WhatdoIdowhatdoIdowhatdoIdo because cars parked on either side of the cobble stone street, no “do not drive here” signs, streetcar tracks everywhere and there I was, stuck right in the middle.  And all the while the navi system lady was saying “please execute an immediate u-turn” in her British accent and good LORD it was really annoying.  At the verrrrryyyyy last minute I pulled over to the side and let the streetcar go by, and THEN executed an immediate u-turn, which, thank god, at least got navi chick to shut up.

Finally I made it to the Exhibition, and looked at exhibits with Lindsey for exactly five minutes before her teacher took her away to a…something…and then I left.  Well, I made a stop in the restroom to pee, since, you know, long drive there, long drive back…oh!  The driving…you guys, the whole way there and back was autobahn, right?  I drove so fast on that road I had to endure ten minutes of lectures from my husband when I told him about it.  Fast!  It was fabulous!

Lindsey’s exhibit placed second, and we will find out by the end of the week if she gets to go to Nationals in Washington D.C. …um…someone help me out here…when ending a sentence with “Washington D.C.”, how would I punctuate that?  With an extra period?  Like - D.C. .?  Or abruptly, with a double-duty period - D.C.  I don’t know.  I’m confused.  Anyhow, we’re so proud of her, she worked so much harder than I would ever have.

When I got back to work Huge Disaster had struck, and unfortunately tragedy was NOT averted this time, and I had to miss mandatory gym time AND work late.  It was sort of great, actually.  Then I went home and made artichokes, which I love, but I didn’t cook them long enough, which I hated.  You guys, you can’t eat artichokes that aren’t cooked.  Just for the record.

Tschuss!!

So. Have you ever said anything that’s so much of a faux pax that you can hardly believe it? Like, it’s the best and the worst slip ever?Okay. Well, I am the A4W (where I work) Booster Club Christmas Party Representative this year. Say that out loud. I mean, except for the “where I work” part. It’s a mouthful, right? Add in “Hi, I’m TSgt Williams from upstairs/downstairs/next door, and I’m the…” and trust me…you get tongue tied. Right. So, perhaps you can understand, then, why I said yesterday to a room full of MEN “bla bla bla bla bla and I’m the Christmas party present this year…!!! Wait! I’M NOT THE PRESENT!!!!”

Yes. It was perhaps the most humiliating and gratifying moment of my life, at the SAME TIME. However, I DID manage to sell $50 bucks of candy already…I wonder if they think…nah.

Lindsey’s in Heidelberg this week for European Division Finals for her history project. All the district winners are staying two nights, with two teachers to chaperone. This is the conversation I had this morning with my 12 year and …49 week year old daughter whilst she was checking in:

her: “hi mom. GUESS WHAT. It’s like, I’m so ready to move out on my own, like I’m in college or something. We have a mini-fridge in the hotel room…I went to the shoppette and bought cereal, a muffin, and lots of milk. I’m like an adult!”

me: “…”

So maybe that was a not so much of a conversation as Lindsey telling me something deeply amusing to me and me holding my tongue because, well, crap! Had I KNOWN that’s all it took to be a grownup I would’ve been set LONG ago. A muffin! Who knew?

Anyway, tomorrow I’m driving to Heidelberg to view the National History Day exhibits.  Yes!! By myself!! You guys…it’s an Adventure!!

Tschuss!!