Tag: random ramblings

We had to stop at the Winn Dixie for a poo-mergency the other night. A a poop emergency. A moaning-kid-in-the-backseat-not-sure-they-can-hold-it-in-at-least-we-own-an-upholstery-cleaner-type situation. That got me thinking. 1.) Thank the lord for public bathrooms! 2.) The list of things I don’t miss about Europe is short. Really, it’s this. The lack of public toilets. Imagine getting stuck in an unfamiliar European city in a tree-less urban area…

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December/January combines two of my favorite things. Complaining and arbitrary generalizations in list form. I’m talking Festivus’ Airing of Grievances and what’s in/what’s out trendcasting for the new year. In an ideal world, I’d make two separate posts about these things and, I dunno, maybe make them before the ball dropped. But this is not that. So you get what’s best summed up as “things…

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Our Elf has been here a little over a week. Is there less whining and bickering because he’s watching? Nope. Screw him. Here’s a tradition we need to adopt: the Krampus. Krampus is the anti-Santa from German folklore—a devil-like creature with horns and cloven feet. He drags rusty chains and carries birch branches and a burlap sack. He beats children with the branches. Then… Krampus…

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“Are you happy to be back?” It’s a simple enough question. The best I can do is: meh. I don’t really know how to answer. Just to say there’s a reason we never once flew back to the states. A reason we only went to Ramstein three times in four years. Side note: When we moved to Germany, we were told, “Oh you’ll probably go…

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This will be my last post from this side of the Atlantic. I’m typing this from a hotel bed with two sleeping children next to me and a nine hour, 34 minute flight before me. Moving is an exhausting, taxing experience. Pushing thru it is that much more difficult when you don’t want to go. I remember vividly the day we touched down at Brussels…

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Moving is like a life colonic. You realize how much crap you actually have. You try to get rid of some of your crap. Then you hope to god you don’t lose the crap you have left. Our lives are boxed up—in 15 crates, thousands of pounds overweight. Cars shipped, paperwork done, suitcases packed, passports ready for their final stamp. Moving sucks. Save a few…

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A little update

Posted by February 2, 2013

Lately my postings have been infrequent to the point of nonexistence. And I had such plans. I guess that’s what happens when you work. (Do any bloggers really have jobs? Same with you, pinterest crafters.) This, work, family, personal life, is sort of like the good-fast-cheap analogy. You can have something good, but it won’t be fast and cheap. You can have something good and…

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Vote or stfu

Posted by November 7, 2012

Vote or stfu. Choose to participate in democracy or zip it. If you refuse to exercise your right to vote, you relinquish your right to complain. End of story. As I sit here on the eve of the election…my eve anyway—the polling places are open stateside, but it’s after midnight here in Germany, and I cast my largely symbolic vote days ago…one thing is clear:…

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