Does Your Sausage Make Poo?

As you may know Ingo is the cook in this household (as in my whole family from my Mother´s side, it´s the men doing the cooking).

Ingo made me Cordon Bleu on Saturday:

It was all ready to go from the butcher, but Ingo added some egg to make it better - from the rest I got a mini-omelette. Don´t know what he did with it, but I couldn´t decide what was more yummy!

(I promise, Pie-Making is on the way, Ingo is just in a whole lotta stress work-wise, so I can´t get him to try new stuff.)

No sauce, right. I don´t go for that. And yes, Ingo cooked two meals on Sat - because, ewwww... this sausage makes poo, who want´s to eat that?!!!

Ingo was awwww-ing and ohhh-ing but man. Ew, looks plain eek to me! Is called Wellwurst - what is "well" about that, huh?!

Was my lucky day today.
As almost every Monday we went to the city.
When a young woman called me and said, hey, your backpack is open, your purse is about to fall out!

See? This is why I love my town! People help you here.

Tomorrow I´ll meet my new friend again. Can men and women be just friends? I guess so. We´re so much alike, it´s weird. We´re so much different in other things, too, certainly.
Ingo did repair/change some stuff for him he cannot handle (minus 10 diopters he´s got, and man, you can hardly tell, great glasses he got (for a price... ewww!)). And I am curious about the pressie he made in return as a thank you for Ingo. It´ll be chocolate-based, so absolutely safe in my Pizza/salty-loving hands.

Called Bro today concerning Thursday when I´ll visit. He was about to call me today anyways. One of his friends lost his car (to the garage for a while) - if he can give him our Mum´s car.
Boy, is he taking the "we-stuff" serious, huh? Ok, I´d be the same. None-the-less. How could I ever worry he´d try to get me out? I did when he never called... stupid, stupid me!

Do I look forward to see little Niece, I tell ya! Bet she can walk and run like a Champ by now!
Will she remember me?
Last time was on Jan 5th, on my Mum´s Funeral, with heaps of other people around.

Oh, boy. I´ll also drive to Bad Gandersheim to bring such a Gummibaer-Pizza to the intensive-care-team as a thank you. Will they remember my Mum? Me and Bro? They were so good, so caring, they made everything less bad, treating my Mum like that.
Sorry, again at that subject. It´s still so fresh to me.

Well. Got the new Braunschweig-Shirt today, yay, will give it a first on Thursday - and wear the flamed heart tomorrow, just to show that Ingo loves me, right?
Men and women... a never ending story.

Advent again

My view when I do my "hip-training", lying on the floor (my hip is not straight and my right ankle hurts bad if I skip training). It was sunny today and it looks cool, huh?
I got so much done today! All floors are vacuumed and mopped and dried (floor is real wood).

And I finally got the time and light to take pics of the other great pressies I got in my Advent-Calendar last December.
This Lion is from some years ago, the frog was from this Calendar:

I have no idea where my friend gets them from (and I don´t wanna know, I like to get surprised), but aren´t they just gorgeous?
Here is Froggy from the back - made with so much love for detail!

And these spoons! Aren´t they just cute?

I usually have the blue one at work (VW-style, ya know) and I smile each time I use it. Really, I enjoy the spoon each working day. The texture is great, too.

I have to find a good light-blue T-Shirt where Ingo will iron on these mushrooms:

I just love Advent, you see why, huh? :-)

In general I like tinsel-stuff. This lion wears his whole year round (bought 2006 in Perth, btw):

And the Santa´s bonnet is there also all year round, it just looks so good, no?

The "pic" of the Japanese women to the right is actually a cloth to clean glasses. It came with my sunglasses and this note from Bro, saying "dear Sis, flowery greetings by heart, love, your Bro" (yeah, I am like that, I pin it to the wall to see every day).

We also did some serious washing! Those super-expensive Braunschweig- and Perth-Shirts (right, the Perth-Shirts were rather not soooo expensive. But consider the cost for the flight... makes them expensive).

I am so lucky lately, you wouldn´t know! Friday we went to the city. I admire this shirt of Ingo:

And so we went into that shop. There was only one of those left - and it was in size s, yay! They make it ready for Monday.
And no, we will not wear it at the same time being one of those couples... (though we accidentially ended up like that just today!).

At our stupid grocery store they also have a Tschibo-section and I saw a cute white long-sleeved cotton-shirt. Size 44, several, 42, 40, 38... all several. One (!) in size 36 - yay! For only 10 bucks, high-quality.

Aaaaand! This:

Oh, Aldi, I thank you! This truffle-butter I detected in 2010 - it.is.so.dang.yummy, you just won´t believe it! They only had it til end January and this time I froze some up.
Guess what? Obviously many people like it - they have it again til summer! Yum - yum - yum!
Says the one who doesn´t care about regular butter.
Sorry Ingo, I know you can´t stand the smell. I hate the smell of your fish-stuff, just let me have my truffle-butter :-)

Let (Not) Go Of Me

Pic: Bro and Grandma.

Maybe you can tell a similar story?
My Mum did not go. Bro even stayed the night.
She left when he had left.

Now... I think it´s SIL or the fact of having a child, Bro turned to the church more.

The Reverend we talked to after Mum left said it´s quite common that people die when finally left alone and Bro suddenly remembered what (Uncle S. - we´re not allowed to call him that anymore, "Uncle", he feels old with 80+) well, what S. told him:

Our Grandma - who raised Bro and I (out of 14 Grandkids us it was) had her children around her when she tried to leave.

At one point - she was lying still, eyes closed, for days - she straightened up, eyes still closed, and moved her arms like saying: "go out, leave me alone!"

Her kids obeyed and she died.
Same with Mum.

I decided to visit the hospital in which Bro and I and his Daughter were born, and our Mum died, once more.
It´s late, but maybe the intensive-care-team still remembers us. We were allowed to stay as long as we liked not only the usual 30 minutes (we were no trouble), they were so friendly and caring, esp G. - I hope I see him again.
Every time he adjusted the mask he took care to warm the naked part of Mum´s skull and he did it like it was a natural thing to do, too.
He has my deepest respect.
I´ll bring them a Gumbaer-Pizza with a thank-you-note.

I kinda look forward to that weird day.

On March 8th I will see the intesive care-team again.
On March 8th we finally see te notary concerning our Mum´s death.
On March 8th our Dad would´ve turned 74 - in August he´s gone 10 years.

Sorry if my blog is very death-related atm.
But this is going on in my head right now.

Fun things are surely still happening, I guess.

Be Aware Of My Family

The rest that is there, that is...
Pic: Bro in the United States. With a gun.

Yesterday night Bro called me. He sounded so darn sad, missing our Mum.
He and his wife are fighting, as Ingo and I.
We talked about our Mum and he told me this... rather not so funny at the time story. But now we had to laugh.

What happened.... Bro was in his shop a few month ago when three officers entered and demanded to speak to our Mum. Actually they said they need to take her with em.
Bro was quite shocked.

The lady in question (with her first kid, me):

Mum had inherited my Dad´s weapons.
Dad was a musketeer in his free time and generally liked to shoot (things).
(Here his club (he was one of the founders) think of my Mum in memoriam)
He grew that beard only for the occasion, the Sehusa-Festival.

I have to insert an insane story here: I was 9, I guess, my parents wanted to go out, Bro was 4, we lived above the shop, hence Dad had a Magnum 45 revolver. On the board.
He took me to the side, took the Magnum, and said, "if a burglar enters the house, take the Magnum, put the switch to 'f' for fire and shoot him. Take care you do not injure him, but kill him", he said. "If he survives, we have to pay his rent. And save one bullet that you shoot in the ceiling afterwards. Tell the police this was your first shot to warn him off."
He was serious, too.

No, really!
And I had the most horrible night with certainly no one breaking in.
And even now, I´d remember to switch to "f" first.
Ages later Ingo took me to a place where we were allowed to shoot. Guys... I never even hit the wall... in the ceiling it went.

Back to Mum... she had herself registered for Bad Harzburg, where the air is better. As it happened she went sick before she could move in. Letter after letter arrived asking if the weapons are in a safe - which is requested since 9/11. They found out where Mum lives and were serious.
Can you picture this? Hilarious! Three officers taking away my small, tiny Mum? I just had to laugh...
Certainly they could show the weapons are safe. They were confiscated and Bro now tries to get them back.
Weirdos, my family. Wanna have a proof? Who takes a pic like this?!

At Bro´s 5th Birthday...

I was quite... angry? Disappointed that Bro told me Wednesday a week ago he´ll call the notary and tell me asap and I never heard of him.
But the moment I heard his sad voice all anger was gone. Life is a wild ride (and this was when snow was still fun):

We went through a lot together, Bro and I. Here we are in Vienna on Prater, a huge amusement park.

See that rather large ,tall man in the background? "Uncle" Adi. He now weighs some 50 kg. Cancer eats him up.

Best Ever

Miss you, Freddie. "You sing very nice."

Beautiful Day

Sat we went to Aldi to get some coffee - and came home with another "tattoo":

Was quite tricky, but Ingo did a great job, no?
Who says German is always so much longer than English?!
"Give every day the chance to become the most beautiful day of your life" is indeed longer, three more words even.

Love those socks and they fit to the shoes...

Bro asked me today if Ingo and I had secretly married? There were several cards adressed to Ingo with my surname that arrived at Bro´s house. From people who showed sympathy concerning our Mum´s death. He´ll show me those he found comforting next time we meet. Several cards, weird, huh?

Bro even offered me his Daughter for comfort - he added he wouldn´t do that for any other person in the world - am I glad to hear that ;-)
And honored!
I had a user on Monday who wore my Mum´s name, Brunhilde, and told him. Happened the first time (that I had that name, not that I told Bro anything....) and made me incredible sad. Somehow it´s still so unreal.
Bro also offered me Mum´s jewelry, but, aww, well, Mum liked gold, I prefer silver and... it´s too early for me to think about this.

This pic is also from Saturday, just outside our house we saw this:

Someone had bought this Braunschweig-bag, even the price-tag is still attached. And then he lost it. And someone else put it on the fence. Love this town, people do care :-)
Happy Valentine´s Day.

Generous

Update - 168.500 €! see here
Update - 130 000 € it is now! See German article
Now this is kinda... great. Some one or some people, who knows, give away their money here in my town! You know... makes me proud living here in the town where the Lion roars...

Last weekend a Pastor found 10 000 € in his church. Since November someone gives his money to kindergarden, victim-help, Star boys' singing procession, library, Lessing-school, our Museum, the friendly society „Löwe für Löwe“, a soup-kitchen and to one boy who is left massively handicapped since an accident.

So far it´s some whopping 120 000 €!

Usually the person added an article from the local newspaper to indicate where he wants to see the money working. Not this time, so maybe someone else jumped on the train, too?

Wow, huh?

Here is the German article.