I couldn’t resist. I wore flip flops to work today.
It seemed like such a good idea at the time… showing off my tanned tootsies to the two other souls in the office.
Then I stepped outside.
It was only minus six degrees (Celsius!) as I sat shivering in the car. And then I had to get back [...]
We just got back from Durban, and one of the things that made me feel most at home was the overuse of the word “supa.” Yes, I know it’s not REALLY a word. Until now, I just thought it was something dumb that I said with my friends. BUT! In South Africa? We saw a [...]
And I couldn’t be more excited! Durban, here we come. I’m hoping for quality beach/reading time, good food, and maybe even an exotic elephant sighting.
Merry Christmas, everyone!!
I’ve been slackin’ on SupaCoo since NaBloPoBurnedDaF-OutMo ended, so I thought I’d update you all on German things.
Things that are stressing me out lately:
Christmas cards. Should we do them? Yes? Do you realize how big of family I have?
Taxes. For next year. Yeah, I know.
Things that I like:
Trip to South Africa next week.
Gluehwein and its [...]
Almost all of the company e-mails come out in German, which has made babelfish my friend. The last one was signed from Christa (for the sake of search engines, I’m leaving out her last name) Insert Last Name Here which babelfish translated to: Christa electromagnetic reflection of building of nuts.
That, for some reason, makes me [...]
I was reading this article about the horrendous murders in Jennifer Hudson’s family, and had to snicker at this quote:
She (his mother) said Balfour has an alibi — he was with one of his three girlfriends the night of the slaying.
Three??? THIS GUY???
I know plenty of single, non-homicidal, good-looking men who can’t find a good [...]
This is wrong on so many levels:
Krampus comes to Austria: On Dec. 5, men dressed in frightening goat masks roam villages terrifying children and spanking girls.
Me: Hey babe, I was just talking to some people here about German customs, and I wanted to let you know that Saint Nick comes on Friday night. He leaves stuff for us in a sock or a bag or a boot to open on Saturday morning.
Him: Sweet!
Me: Yeah, I just wanted to mention this, [...]
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