Do you like Smörrebröd?

                       

You want me to drive a car???

I was minding my own business, sitting there, reading.

 

Ingo.

Steps in - just like that! - and... addresses me!!  Just like that.

I threw the kindle in the air, just  like the cook from The Muppet´s Show.

Don´t!!!!

Announce yourself, I´m a very jumpy (throwing) person.

Ingo´d learned to announce himself coming in to give me a kiss  but this must be something else, a question ...  

 

It was beautifully raining and I had the door open to listen - if I cook something..., sounds like sizzling...

The kindle is OK and I had to laugh so hard cause I thought of Smörrebröd.

The kindle just flipped out of my hands exactly like this.

My parents thought it´s a kid´s show (it is not) and "parked" me in front of the telly with that.

 

Smörrebröd, Smörrebröd, römpöömpöömpöm!

Please... never come out of nowhere (if it´s our home) and just talk to me. 

Shout something like, "hi, I´m on the way!" and I´m prepared.

Henry 🦁

 

... I would, if I could. She passed 2011 - and gave me these jumpy genes, too...

Smörrebröd? Ingo made Spaghetti.... Oh. No. He just promised.  I did. He did not eat them. They still sit on the kitchen table since yesterday night.

I didn´t even get the Pizza as the Smörrebröd-cook suggested (not Ingo´s fault).

I NEVER Played Cards

                    

                              

 

"The Winner Takes It All"....

Not me. I´m the looser. Again.

See last post.

 

How she can perform this.  It breaks my heart (I am German - I have to listen).

And I never played, no ace here.

 

In your arms I belong...

I take  the hospital times. Do I? 

Due soon.

 And then I´m g....

Märzen Or Cookie From Hell?

 

HELLO!!! Summer is here!!! Balcony-time!

What better than grab a fresh Märzen and sit down with a "good" book.

Well. 

It´s on Holocaust again. On Cilka, how she survived.

It sure was very, very cold that winter in WW II and they were very, very hungry.

I am that lucky, I sit in the sun, grab a bottle of local beer and a cookie I baked from hell.

 

Seesh. The recipe said 40 g of Jalapenos. I cut them and my nose itched, touched that, boooooy! OUTCH! I took 20 g. (glad I did not touch my eye!!!)

Still OUTCH.

But I´ll eat them up!!!

She was a good person. She let stinking, drunken German men rape her for food and shared the food with the other girls.

 

This is no fiction, this sadly happened for real.

Imagine reading that with the luxury I have.

Try not to puke, eat your cookie from hell.

Again, why I, as a half-German read this. I feel I need to know.

I speak only one of these, German.

My Mum was but a little girl when they left a.. some .. village near Königsberg, now Kaliningrad - I´d somehow like to visit (haha, Corinna), but they really speak Russian there - I´d have no clue.

One of my Uncles stole eggs and ate them raw. His Siblings weren´t hungry enough to do this.

I felt "hunger" at times and when too bad... go to the fridge and get something!

I cannot imagine what real hunger is.

I am more than thankful.

And yet. You find friendship and caring for each other in this book.

I whine about not getting a job?

Books like these show you you how wonderful life is these days.

Henry 🦁

Do lions eat chocolate?

I certainly gave this away as a pressie.

We don´t need to endure hunger. We can and do share, isn´t this wonderful?

 

Oh, and P.S. yes, those are Emus by Wendy Binks on that cooler in first pic 😁 

I can never walk away from her art.

 

 

Joining

Today I´m joining River with "Wednesday´s Words on a Friday" - for instructions just hop over and also read her story 😁

In short I decided for the second theme-words "light, tough, coffee, nightmare, curved, Christmas" and stole one from the other, too...

Certainly again from my real life, I´m no good in making up great stories...

 

So, it was Christmas...
Know that song, "Driving home for Christmas"... when my parents where still around I did this.

I drove home for Christmas.

 

 

                      

 

 "I can´t wait to see these faces...."

 

 

From Braunschweig to Rhüden, to Ingo (we had a weekend-relationship back then, some whopping, STUPID 13  years) , then Seesen, to my parents, meeting my "little" Brother, also 😍.

I love-hated it. Real Christmas-tree, real candles, real fire.

I was always on alert 100%. Merry Christmas.

When I was 4 a fire really took off a little.

What do I have RIGHT HERE???

Sorry for screaming at you, but it´s a pressie that sits here since November 2020, right (to the left) at my PC..

Was meant to go to Perth. For Christmas!

 

Code orange for Australia still. 

I embossed everything, took me a while and for what.

 

A nightmare. A shame. 

A shame of the German system. Or the Australian one, as my postie claims?

Will "Corinna" jump out after a flight to Perth and attack my friend?

I don´t think so.

 

Well, I thought, OK. The Aussies have "Christmas in July", maybe I can send it then? 

Is there a light at the end of the tunnel?

Will I ever send this parcel? The postie joked, "they can suck this!"

OK, to give it away.... it is.. was... Christmas gummy-bears. 

I washed and desinfected my hands  and put some of each sort in little bags.

Just opened the parcel. 

The gummy bears are now stone bears and I will not "present" my friends with this, sorry, girls...

Sadly this is a true story of course.

What to do? Tough decision. I´ll "lick" them myself, one a day. Boy it will be Christmas again when I´m done! Maybe 2023...

Fun side story: 1999 we had Haribo-gummy bears. We opened the bag and took off to Australia.

They are best when hard, so that was a thing to look forward to, coming back to  Germany.

Not. Ingo´s Grandma thought we did this by mistake, ate them up and replaced them with a closed bunch. Shoot! 🤣

Some I prepared for Perth are not Christmassy-like, put some coffee-gummy-bears in there as well, as I know my one (it would go to two) friend loooves coffee.

I have no clue. What will Corinna do to us?

When will I be able to visit our Perth friends - or family 60 km away???? - again.

Who´d ever thought of such craziness???

I go to my training now, curve my body, as bring it in shape.

So many complain they grow FAT in these times.

HOW? You have the time of the world on your hands!!

Drove 32 minutes to and around like forever (depending on finding a place to park the car) back when I worked in Kästorf/Wolfsburg.

Now those who do IT-jobs work from home. That´s TWO HOURS you can use for an additional workout!!! How can you ever get FAT???

You have time to COOK!!!! Cook healthy!

To hop to the other theme, in German "banana" is like nuts. As in England.

Freddie... is going slightly mad, sadly... and on a banana-tree (which we visited in Carnarvon on Munro´s banana plantation in 1995).

                

 

Henry 🦁... he asks if you have been good, cause otherwise..

... maybe but stone-bears!

When Siblings Don´t Talk

 

Put a  walnut in the King Frog´s crown, later started my training and saw... nut is gone. 

 

Saw a movement. Peanut #2...

 

For those who missed it. We had three Squirrels in the garden, when they were little I gave them peanuts (and learned this is WRONG, sorry, but luckily they made it), I cannot see who is who, they look too much alike , so I named them all but Peanut.

Ingo found the bravest one dead in the street. So we have left but two, so sad.

 

Well, #2 hopped on the King, looked a bit sad as obviously Peanut #3 was already there and got it.

#2 searched in the "flowers" where they bury the nuts sometimes, shoot, #3 was faster just  yet again!

 

They play, but they don´t talk, obviously - and no. I tried once, gently opened the door, nut in hand and BOOOM! Peanut nearly got a heart attack, then ran off in panic.   

 

I never get a nodded thank you, just the Popo, if at all, and who knows what they think the nuts in the crown come from?  

Do they grow there,... HEY, that´s ME!!! I put them there!

 

Never thought a Squirrel can look disappointed, this one did.

Well, and why not. We´re all people, aren´t we.

 

I put out another walnut, for just in case.

If unlucky, #3 is faster again...    TALK, guys. SHARE! 

It´s a Peanut-world, Henry 🦁 says...

The early bird, Peanut... the early bird...

I Did Not, Did You?

More signs from our condo.

I think it´s cause we have no kids.

Which does not mean I have no responsibility. Don´t see me as a spoiled brat.

 

I have a chronically sick husband and was the last one in the project we started as a group of five and grew to eight - that is rather special a bit, being but little externals for Volkswagen. 

 

I was allowed to stay because I can take responsibility and plan ahead - yet often I thought, "remember to take (whatever) to school... ummmm WORK-- work!".

 

Have you grown up or are you just a big kid, too (thank you Bill, btw, you made me grin big with your last comment. As if you knew what I was up to!).

 

Yet...

 

 

We have but this chance, right?

One life.

 

This is for Tom´s signs 2.

 

And Henry 🦁 ...

Actually they look for bus drivers with this.

Those who know me... I´m not the one! Not in Germany, where chaos reigns.

Well. And nowhere else, either. You would not want to hop on!

Unlike in Perth you don´t talk to the driver, either.

In Perth, when you enter, you greet him or her.

When you hop off in the back you shout loudly "THANK YOU!" or "CHEERS, MATE!".

Once, at night, when I came home from the hospital Joondalup by myself, as I had to leave Ingo there, I had to get out in front. The bus-driver to my (not shouted as I was near) "thank you" answered, "nighty night, sleep tight". 🧡

Want me to be the bus driver here in Germany, they´d bring me to the nuts-house 🤣

P.S. Signs purchased here in Germany. Guess it´s "modern" to have them in English...

I wanted to comment something looong ago and BOOM had an English blogger-account.

 

T STands For Summer Throws ITself To Us Finally?

 We. We hit the single-digit Celsius finally - yippeee-yah-yeah (Schweinebacke), cold temps you LEAVE!

 

                       

And I was wrong, no, not me, THE INTERNET was wrong! Bad thing, that! 😉

This is how the perfect boiled egg goes. Put it in the fridge for a day. Take it/them out (who boils a single egg, right?!) and throw them into boiling water (certainly prick a hole in there, right) for... hahaha.. not 9 but 8 minutes, EIGHT!

Out comes yum! Put it in a salad, or...

Sorry. It was so yummy... 

And yes. I not only have a "very" small head, also my "denture" is small- this is a normal-sized toast.

Well... luckily. Imagine I had a normal-sized denture with a very small head.

I´d likely be single still.

It.Warms.Up!!!!! Finally!!!!

And to top this:

Ingo has the week off!

Well, art wise I sucked...
I really did give my best.... Henry 🦁 hangs on a drawer like this and refuses to show the drawing.

 

Instead, as Elizabeth asked for showing a gift we received... yesterday this turned up on WhatsApp:

Sadly Bro took the pic and is hence not in it.

This is my Nieces and SIL taking care of our parents grave.

 

(They wear but T-shirts!!!! How come?! Usually it´s colder there than here. Weird weather! 

8C / 46F right now, 22C / 71 F max expected. Only a T-shirt?! Either warmer there or they are tough!) 

I wonder if The Big One at least remembers our Mum.

What they think of this place. Asked Bro, wait for the answer.

I will get burnt and blown into oblivion so no one has to be on their knees , spend time and money on a me that is no longer, but it´s so nice they do it for our parents!

And as this is certainly for Elizabeth and Bleubeard´s "T Stands For Tuesday"....

 

 Eileen is certainly in my heart still, so...

Well, I have to show you a lot.  

Always be careful what to say to Ingo!!

 

Said my knife is no good anymore. Guess... Pics are to come!

 

Called my Bro and Niece, got a sad call from the job-agency, stating good jobs won´t be around till Autumn..

Sent and received snail mail.

Grocery was a pain again but Die Maus was very interesting.

Happy T-Day to you - summer might ... well SPRING might roll around finally!