[dropcap style=”color: #9b9b9b;”]I[/dropcap]t’s a holiday weekend this weekend!
As we all prepare to celebrate America’s Independence Day over here in Germany, I’m sharing my post about the holiday from 2012. That was the year we all went into downtown DC, and I wore a Where’s Waldo shirt.
See if you can spot me in today’s Flashback Friday by reading all about it HERE.
There was a news article about a casting call for extras for a very popular television political drama filmed in our area. I posted the link, and on a whim, suggested I would do it if others did it with me, even though I never watched a single episode, couldn’t tell you a single plot line, or name a single character. But they put out a call for people who looked like DC government types, and certainly I can pass as a DC government type, right? Continue reading →
[dropcap style=”color: #9b9b9b;”]I[/dropcap]’m typing this at the airport, waiting with the rest of the family to board the plane that’s going to carry us across the ocean to our new life in Germany. It’s funny: even though we’ve been working/hoping/wishing for this day for more than a year now, it’s really hard to believe it’s actually happening now.
While it’s been so crazy chaotic the past 24 hours, I’ve been peeking at my cell phone throughout the day, taking advantage of my final hours with this particular phone service. I’ve become verklempt many times over as I’ve read the sweetest notes, posts, and texts of encouragement from so many friends and family members. I’ve shared them with Martin, read them aloud to the kids. We appreciate all of it so much.
We’ve been living in a hotel for more than a week. It feels like we’ve been here much longer than that, though. It’s all been a blur. We checked into the hotel the day the movers drove off with all our belongings. The next day, we enjoyed a nice day of swimming in the hotel pool and visiting with friends, but Martin and the younger two were feeling a bit under the weather.
Turned in my laptop and badge, hugged my colleagues/friends goodbye, and snapped one more shot of the Capitol covered with scaffolding and fog.
Just got our official flight confirmations. Just a few more days to go. Ho! Ho! Ho!
We’re looking at our seating assignments. Miss C and I were put by windows in separate aisles. Martin’s a few aisles back in the center seat with the other two on either side of him. Not sure if I should protest…. Continue reading →
I got a label maker a few weeks ago. I was out shopping for something, saw that it was on sale, and picked it up without consulting Martin, which is saying a lot. I normally do give him a call before such a purchase … not because I need his approval (as if), but because he is usually able to look up and provide a coupon code for further savings over the phone. He’s a lot more efficient and personalized than any coupon or finance app out there, and there’s that German accent, too.
Martin and I just challenged each other to find the better pizza deal. Normally, our pizza bill for a family of five is $25, but with Miss C at a sleepover, we wanted a smaller order. Clacking away on our laptops, I looked up and saw him furrowing his brow which made me optimistic that my clever idea was totally going to win.
My total for a large with three toppings (one side pepperoni, one side bacon/pineapple) and dessert cakes for the kids = $19.44.
His total for two mediums (one pepperoni, one b/p) and dessert cakes for the kids = $19.43.
I should know better.
I was in the middle of this yesterday…literally. It was a lock-down of a few federal buildings due to threats made against the government. My two coworkers and I were walking out of the building to lunch when we were suddenly swarmed by police cars and police personnel coming from every direction.
The photo here looks to be taken some time after the incident. That corner was PACKED with police vans, vehicles, and cops. We were waved across the street and onward to our lunch destination, where we received the “shelter in place” text updates on our phones. So after reporting our whereabouts, we stayed at the Native American Museum enjoying hot chocolate and Tres Leche Cake for dessert until the “all clear.”