This man is a machine. The past week has been intense. Driving here and there. Cleaning. Carrying boxes. Moving furniture. Painting. Repairing. Handling all the finances and endless paperwork. Digging out clothes and shoes and whatever else the rest of us need to get thru our day. Continue reading
Another German class. Another coffee delivery. Another message.
Just as my German class started this evening, a sharp-dressed man burst into the room to deliver a hot cup of coffee just for me. It was Martin on his way to his own writing class down the hall. I had to laugh when I turned the cup and saw the name on my beverage. Soooo true.
This guy in a suit was loitering outside my office, apparently to “take a beautiful woman out to lunch.”
I offered to go back in to find one for him, but he insisted I come along with him.
Knowing I had such a delightful day with the kids (hahaha), Martin brought me flowers when he got home from classes today.
A wise man.
Earlier in the day, I decided I had enough about the kids’ mess in our family room.
Ahhhh, that feeling of satisfaction after throwing away two baskets full of toys after repeatedly telling the kids to pick up their messes! They can scream, beg, cry, and melt down all they want when they realize it is all gone. Those little plastic bits are part of China’s silent attack on America anyway. They aren’t gonna fall under my feet ANYMORE!
No matter where we go in the world, there’s absolutely no place like home!!! As we pulled into the driveway, Martin was busy on our patio, grilling us a delicious dinner of chicken, pork, and veggies while Jaz jumped around, excited to have his sisters back. I literally grabbed him as he was walking by and smooshed his face into mine. He’s a good sport. I am a lucky Frau!
One more road trip photo from the last leg of our trip.
Pit stop in Austria! It was sprinkling, but we were outside for the view. The six year old was bored with the schnitzel and salat.
Today’s Flashback Friday post is from June 2002. Back when Martin and I were newlyweds. We weren’t living together yet. He was still in the Bundeswehr at his kaserne four hours away from where I was at Ramstein Air Base in Germany. Plans were in motion for our move to Italy, but nothing finalized yet.
Such a great time with so much hopeful uncertainty in the air.
Such a great time when we were all lovey-dovey in that sickening way young people are when they are newlyweds.
You can read all about it HERE.
We have got to stop eating like this … but only after our anniversary … and after my birthday … after all German and American holidays and other family observances … Continue reading
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.”
Just another day in DC.