1. Check out Hannah's new video.
2. No new blog-love for a few days until I finish my literature paper. Being the smug smart-ass that I am, I started too late, and now am both super-late and stuck.
3. Hannah has no school on Monday or Tuesday (Reunification Day), so maybe there will be hijinks to report on.
Friday, September 29, 2006
Monday, September 25, 2006
Out of the Mouth of my Babe
"I think I got rid of the toe fairy. First she was in my toe, then I accidentally shook her out in my shoe, then she climbed up in my sock, but there was sweat in there and not-so-good-smelliness, and she cracked." (accompanied by a finger across the throat)
"The toe fairy has 50 daughters"--she had one a year starting at age 50, according to Hannah, so more toe fairies might move in later.
"The toe fairy has 50 daughters"--she had one a year starting at age 50, according to Hannah, so more toe fairies might move in later.
Sunday, September 24, 2006
In Germany.1 (a series)
In Germany, there is no grape jelly, or corn tortillas, or pecans.
We can buy plum jelly, flour torts, and walnuts, which are all fine in their own right, but it’s just not the same.
Also, no Kraft Mac n Cheese.
Cookie Crisp—yes.
Rotel—no.
Peanut butter—yes.
Molasses—no.
As you can guess, we have a much healthier diet than when we lived in Texas, mostly due to the lack of Tex-Mex ingredients.
Of course, German cuisine is not renowned for its low-fat-ness (cf. 800-ish varieties of sausage, about 20 varieties of fried pork, i.e. Schnitzel, and countless brands of beer), but we don’t actually cook German at home much, so it balances out.
This is not a cry for people to mail us American food—far from it. That shit is heavy (i.e., expensive to mail), and we can always put our most brazen face forward and ask our neighbors who work on the Am. military base to pick us up a few things at the commissary. We just don’t, so that is our own problem.
No, this is just a small whine about the junky junk-food that we love and miss and will whole-heartedly embrace when we are back in the States.
We can buy plum jelly, flour torts, and walnuts, which are all fine in their own right, but it’s just not the same.
Also, no Kraft Mac n Cheese.
Cookie Crisp—yes.
Rotel—no.
Peanut butter—yes.
Molasses—no.
As you can guess, we have a much healthier diet than when we lived in Texas, mostly due to the lack of Tex-Mex ingredients.
Of course, German cuisine is not renowned for its low-fat-ness (cf. 800-ish varieties of sausage, about 20 varieties of fried pork, i.e. Schnitzel, and countless brands of beer), but we don’t actually cook German at home much, so it balances out.
This is not a cry for people to mail us American food—far from it. That shit is heavy (i.e., expensive to mail), and we can always put our most brazen face forward and ask our neighbors who work on the Am. military base to pick us up a few things at the commissary. We just don’t, so that is our own problem.
No, this is just a small whine about the junky junk-food that we love and miss and will whole-heartedly embrace when we are back in the States.
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