What Up! B-L-O-G?
Tank Girlz weather narrative: More gloom here in NEVER NEVER LAND.
Every time LEGS and I hang out with the Peterson's there is a story, incident, or reference to poop. Let me illustrate:
1. Mr. Peterson Earns the name Skids, by explaining the correct posture and exercise to correctly defecate in European Toilets.
2. Some how doggie poo ended up on the path to the Pastorious House, first Princess Sparkly (3rd daughter down) stepped in poop.
Then Henry stepped in Poop. I could not help but laugh when Mrs. Peterson was helping both the kids drag their feet across the grass to remove the poop.
3. Then....Yes......I stepped in poop.
During this rapid succession of disaster, LEGS pointed out what seemed to be Poop but was actually mud on Henry's shoes, and what was actually poop. He even used a pencil as a laser pointer to indicate the difference and spoke to us as a professor of Poop.
4. The other night Mrs. Peterson and I were discussing how often kids need to use the bathroom. Then we started to discuss the subject of constipation while traveling. During this conversation, Skids says (in reference to Mrs. Peterson:
Skids:'Oh she gets it bad. She should be the posture girl for Metamucil. 'Hi I take Metamucil and I DEFECATE ONCE A WEEK!'
5. Yesterday afternoon, we came downstairs to help the kids eat their Valentines candy, and nibble on the pizza we gave the Peterson's the night prior. We were all sitting on the couch, the kids were watching Television, while Mrs. Peterson, LEGS and I were chatting. Suddenly:
LEGS:'Um.....I think Peety (the Peterson's dog) just pooped.
Mrs. Peterson:'Ohhhh! Where!?!'
LEGS:'On you.' Laughing.
The next thing I see is a tootsie roll sliding down the blanket that Mrs. Peterson was covered with.
LEGS: In his super hero voice 'I'll get it!'
LEGS saved the day picking up the poop, while I laughed hysterically with the family.
We have been here 6 days, you do the math. From here on out the Peterson's will now be known at the Pooperson's.
Last night we went to a very nice Italian Restaurant for a romantic Valentines dinner with Sir Bradford and Squirrely. Here is the pictures from dinner:
Four Cheese Penne Formaggi
Chocolate/Covered Coffee Ice Cream with Cream and Chocolate Syrup
White Chocolate Covered Coffee Ice Cream with Cream and Chocolate Syrup
Italian Cream Dessert- I can't recall what it was called exactly but I do remember there was a time in my childhood where The Mommy used to buy these from the store.
There were hearts on the table and we ate dinner over candle light....
Okay....so at first we were supposed to look at the house in Oberdachstetten (pronounced OBER- DOCK- SHHHTEN) at 10ish. Then they postponed to 4pm. I am so thankful for my sponsor Squirrely she has literally saved my life, been the best friend I could ask for, and helped us tremendously. I am already thinking of something I could knit her. She was kind enough to drive us out there.
While we sat outside LEGS and I stared up at the house and basically worked ourselves into despair. We had really started to give up hope, and in our minds this house was going to be the disappointing or worse. Finally....the Landlord showed up and we went in. Here is what we saw:
First of all do not judge a book by its cover. The outside is old, which fits in with the little town. The little town is settled into a valley of two large hills.
The gate to the driveway.
Two car garage- which is un-heard of in Germany.
The gigantic yard, with garden, shed, etc.
Mud room that leads out into the yard, and has double sink, plus drain in the floor, for muddy Karmella and dirty ARMS......
A workshop for LEGS to invent his inventions.
Master Bedroom
With Built in closets also un-heard of in Germany.
View from Master Bedroom
The guest bedroom which will be repainted in white.
The study/sewing room with built in cupboards.
Upstairs bathroom with soaking tub, which was not renovated with the rest of the house, but still is modern enough to blend.
That concludes the top floor, downstairs to second floor.
The housing guy was not lying when he said the kitchen was a 'Pearl' completely re-done, very modern, American Fridge, Awesome Appliances, the drawers that shut easy, and the pictures don't do it justice baby.
The room across the kitchen where we will put our brand new kitchen table.....so like a formal dining room but very modern and not stuffy!
One large open room for living room/jetson furniture.
And one large room for the family room/ Theater room.
Almost as amazing as the kitchen the NORMAL size walk in shower, with a heated towel rack......
I am incredibly stoked about the house, in fact I know I won't be able to sleep tonight. But I also realize that I am incredibly lucky, spoiled rotten, and VERY VERY VERY THANKFUL!!!!
To make an even more perfect day radical I had Schnitzel (pronounced Shnit-Zel) for the first time and french fries with a glass of wine. Schnitzel is very good, its a breaded piece of pork that is fried. It reminds me of a shake and bake pork chop but SOOOO MUCH BETTER.
We also went the Kaufland (pronounced COW-F-Land) and hit up the chocolate aisle- INCREDIBLE!!!!
Random Thoughts and Stories:
Since I have been down-graded to a less efficient cell phone, I have noticed that I get bombarded with text messages. Like before I can even respond to the first one I receive three more. I have found smiley faces and general responses work.
I have noticed a huge difference in how the tab is dealt with in NEVER NEVER LAND, versus the states. Number one, its a much more intimate experience in Germany. You have to usually request the tab, because you are not hurried out of the restaurant, which I LOVE!!!! After you request it, if the tab is separate, you usually work with the waitress to figure out the amount by letting her know who had what, she will usually figure out the totals by adding it up manually. When you pay her, you should include the tip, don't leave it on the table.
I learned that Germans LOVE Dr.Pepper, Rootbeer, and American Sweets. They love Dr. Pepper and Rootbeer because they don't have open access to it and if they do, it usually VERY expensive. They also enjoy American Sweets because we put a lot of sugar in our sweets and they normally don't. Heidi also told me her kids are over the moon for Apple Jacks.
All these tourism books tell you not to speak slow and loud to the locals because its insulting. This morning during breakfast one of the locals and Heidi specifically told me it helps them if I speak slower and clearer. Then they understand the English I am speaking better.
Man.....I wish I could sleep that house has me jumpin'!
Over & Out...
Just another AMAZING day in the life of an unlikely military wife....**
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