This mortal coil

Am reeling from the news that one of M's second cousins, a bright, vibrant 25 year old, has been diagnosed with advanced stage cancer. The cancer doesn't appear to be an aggressive form, but it has metastised into his lungs, body cavity and back. He will start chemotherapy immediately and faces at least one operation. His chances of survival at the moment are rated as 50% - 90%. I'm very busy trying to see the glass as half full....

Ships of the desert

Yesterday we visited a camel farm in the Black Forest. I've always heard about how ornery camels can be, but was pleasantly surprised by their placid, curious nature. In fact, the camels at this particular farm are so laid back that they're used as therapy animals for children with personality disorders!

Probably only if they're late for the funeral...

I was walking S and B home after school today when we came upon a group of second graders in a heated discussion. One of them stopped me:

"Can I ask you a question?!"

"Sure!"

As the resident American around town I often get asked to translate phrases that the kids get from tv and pop music, but he kind of ambushed me with the question:

"Does a hearse have a siren or not?!"

I'd love to spend an afternoon in the mind of a 7 year old...

Your favorite ski bunny is back!

I'm back! Thanks so much for your nice comments!

We had a really nice vacation-- we were so busy it seems like we've been gone for ages!

We spent the first few days skiing in Oberstdorf. They had a really great 2.5 km blue piste which was exactly what we needed. Just enough steep parts to keep S interested and just enough scenic gentle inclines to keep me sane.

A storm front came through on tuesday afternoon, so we decided to pull up stakes and drive to Garmisch, where the slopes are several hundred meters higher. We got a great tip on a campground in Krün. This place was fabulous-- extremely clean, gorgeous surroundings and friendly staff.

We skiied in three different areas near Garmisch, and although I enjoyed most of it, I also had moments which provided powerful insight into my character: although I enjoy challenges in some fields I am an absolute chickenshit when it comes to hurtling down icy slopes.

Of course it didn't help matters to see the emergency sled droning past every hour with an endless supply of wounded wintersport enthusiasts. In the end I returned with relatively insignificant souvenirs: an array of pewter-colored bruises on my legs and a knot on my head. I was so grateful to have my knees intact that I almost kissed the laminate floors when we returned home!

The area around Garmisch is gorgeous! The mountains are majestic and snow-covered and resemble a movie-set panorama! I would not have been surprised if we had bumped into the Von Trapp family anywhere along the way! We took a couple of long hikes and really enjoyed soaking up the scenery and the local culture.

In fact, we liked it all so much that I'm thinking of going back with the kids to camp for a week during their Easter break... For now, though, I'm just glad to be back. The weather here today is gorgeous, I no longer have to shower with shoes on and the faucets aren't frozen shut when I wake up in the mornings. Life is good!

Tschüss!

We're off for a week's vacation in the Allgaeu. Hope you all have a nice week ahead of you. See you next weekend!

Get along little doggies! (Yippy ti yi yo!!!)

I helped chaperone S's class field trip to the theater this morning. Which wasn't exceptional in itself. The really amazing part about the whole thing?

They walked there.

Yep, you heard me right. They went to see a play in the next town over and they walked almost 4 miles to get there!

This is one of the things that I love about living in this part of Germany!

Precocious patootie

Next week we're off to the Allgäu for a week of wintersport. I don't know who's more excited, M or the kids!

B was full of bubbly talk on the walk to school this morning. He was thrilled by the fact that he was the one who came up with a storage solution for the ski equipment-- he'd suggested that we keep it under their bunk beds in the camper.

I lauded him for his creative thinking but said that I was worried about one thing: had he thought about what to do at night? It's a good thing he's on the top bunk, but still, he should be careful, because there are two kinds of skis, poisonous ones and constrictors, and we aren't sure which ones ours are...

Suddenly he burst out laughing and my little six-year-old shouted:

"Mama! That's totally not true! Skis are not made out of living material!"

He may be completely twisted by the time he grows up but this kid is going to have a killer vocabulary!

DISKO DISKO PARTIZANI!!!

I saw Shantel on Paul de Leeuw the other night and just can't get enough of his music! It's catchy, original and just makes me smile.

Billboard's critic did a good job of summing it all up:

Stefan Hantel, aka Shantel, is German, but his love and respect for Eastern European and Arab music infuse the tracks he's put together for this collection. The worldwide popularity of hip-hop and club beats can often make one fear for the future of indigenous sounds, but Shantel has found a way to mash the fractured rhythms of the Balkans, Israel, North Africa, and various Gypsy cultures into the basic disco thump without diluting these ancient traditions. .

Every track is a multinational mash-up full of insane good humor and booty-bouncing beats guaranteed to get you out of you seat and onto the dancefloor...

Every track on this 14-tune salvo brings new delights, integrating Greek, Turkish, Bulgarian, Jamaican, and African-American beats with a wild abandon that bodes well for the future of a new global pop music. ~ j. poet, All Music Guide

Is it her head that's shrinking or is it mine?

I was hiking up a very steep grassy hill this morning. The sun was shining, the temperature was perfect, and I was mesmerized by the rhythm of my breath and the pleasant tinkling of the tags attached to D's collar.

Even D seemed to be enjoying the exertion-- carefully following my every step. For once she didn't stop abruptly to eat rotten apples; a habitual action which pulls the leash taut and gives my shoulder joint a sudden jolt.

I had almost reached the end of my climb when I saw a black blur out of the corner of my eye. Turned my head to see a goofy black lab barreling across the slope toward me.

What a beautiful creature!

I turned back to see if D had noticed the oncoming projectile and was shocked to see an empty collar at the other end of my leash...

Easily Amused

Have you all heard about the Dialectizer? You type in any URL and it automatically creates a parody using a chosen dialect. You can try the Swedish Chef, Cockney or my very favorite, Elmer Fudd. Here is an excerpt from yesterday's post a la Herr Fudd:

Need a waugh?

Stiww don't have jack to say in the viwtuaw weawm. But I guess I shouwd at weast be happy that I haven't wost my sense of humow in the weaw one!

I "stumbwed" acwoss this wist of Steven Wwight's one winews and they cwacked me up! Hewe awe a few gweat ones fow youw weading pweasuwe:

• Wast night I pwayed a bwank tape at fuww bwast. De mime next doow went nuts. Oh, dat scwewy wabbit!
• Just think how much deepew the ocean wouwd be if sponges didn't wive thewe.
• If a cow waughed, wouwd miwk come out hew nose?
• Whose cwuew idea was it fow the wowd "wisp" to have an "s" in it?
• Since wight twavews fastew than sound, isn't that why some peopwe appeaw bwight untiw you heaw them speak?
• How come abbweviated is such a wong wowd?

As if Steven Wright wasn't already suwweaw enough to begin with! :-D

Need a laugh?

Still don't have jack to say in the virtual realm. But I guess I should at least be happy that I haven't lost my sense of humor in the real one!

I "stumbled" across this list of Steven Wright's one liners and they cracked me up! Here are a few great ones for your reading pleasure:

• Last night I played a blank tape at full blast. The mime next door went nuts.
• Just think how much deeper the ocean would be if sponges didn't live there.
• If a cow laughed, would milk come out her nose?
• Whose cruel idea was it for the word "lisp" to have an "s" in it?
• Since light travels faster than sound, isn't that why some people appear bright until you hear them speak?
• How come abbreviated is such a long word?
• Why are they called apartments, when they're all stuck together?
• What would a chair look like if your knees bent the otherway?
• When two airplanes almost collide why do they call it a near miss? It sounds like a near hit to me!!
• Why are there 5 syllables in the word "monosyllabic"?
• Why do they call it the Department of Interior when they are in charge of everything outdoors?
• If vegetarians eat vegetables, what do humanitarians eat?
• When I erase a word with a pencil, where does it go?
• Why is it lemon juice contains mostly artificial ingredients, but dishwashing liquid contains real lemons?
• Why buy a product that it takes 2000 flushes to get rid of?
• Do Roman paramedics refer to IV's as "4's"?
• What do little birdies see when they get knocked unconscious?
• Is boneless chicken considered to be an invertebrate?

There are plenty more where these came from. I wish I had a portal into Steven Wright's head, but this evening I just settled for (and enjoyed) the list at this person's site...

Evolution of ze hair

My blogging muse seems to be taking an extended holiday. She made herself scarce over Christmas and New Years, which was to be expected. We're well into the new year, however, and the little tramp still hasn't shown up! Thus, my friends, the lack of posts on this particular URL.

I do have one small diversion for you. I've finally gotten around to putting together a photo album for 2006 and 2007. For lack of any other dangerous hobbies, I've spent an inordinate amount of time experimenting with my hair during this particular time period. Sometimes with success, sometimes with disastrous results...

Ladies and Gentlemen, I give you the Evolution of ze Hair:

Oops!

Yesterday I was woken up by the sound of my own snoring.

Which wouldn't have been so bad except that I was in the middle of a yoga class...

The world is on fire

As if I actually needed another reason to like Sarah McLachlan!

Straight out of National Lampoon...

I have had the MOABD! (Mother of all bad days)! The kids are still on vacation so M convinced me to take them out to the Black Forest so that they could learn to ski. A friend of ours is a ski instructor and has been saying he'd be glad to teach them, just let him know when.

For the record, I am NOT a winter person. Put me in the middle of the ski slope when it's sunny and I'm OK, but just thinking about all the other BS around it makes me want to crawl under a rock and stop breathing until it's all over.

But of course I know that the kids will love it, that it's important to take advantage of where we live, etc, etc. So we left this morning and drove the 1 1/2+ hours to the ski slopes. Lengthy drama because there's no place to park. Then there are no skis. All three rental places were completely empty. I know because I stood in line at each and every one of them.

We ended up renting sleds for the kids, but that just wasn't the big bang they'd been expecting. So the friend suggests that we walk up to a hut a few kilometers away. It's all uphill, but hey, I'm up for a bit of exercise and at least then we might get a chance to warm up and eat.

We get there after much hemming and hawing from the kids and guess what? No real food to be had. Just cake. Party for the kids, but a complete disaster for me-- I have a blood sugar issue and can't metabolize sugar. I eschewed the cake for a half a sandwich I'd had in my pocket, which brought me back from the brink of death. In hindsight I think I might have preferred to expire right there on the floor of the schnitzel shack.

We started back towards the ski area and suddenly B was gone. At first I was calm, figured he was just around the next bend, but still no B. Have you ever tried to canvas people skiing past if they've seen a kid in a blue snowsuit? It's sheer madness-- there are thousands of kids bobbing around in blue snowsuits! I'm surprised nobody laughed; it was that absurd.

I finally found B, and when I'd finished having a near epileptic fit I took the kids to return their sleds. We walked into the shop and a girl pushed ahead of us and swiped B with her ski poles-- BINGO, right in the eye! He actually took a ski pole to the eye! There was some blood inside his lower eyelid but now that I've had some experience with these things I could tell he's probably going to be OK.

We finally make it back to the car. Our friend is driving a bit erratically, and, as luck would have it, B has to pee. We look for the next rest stop, but our chauffeur isn't paying attention. He takes the ramp too fast and has to hit the brakes in order to keep control of the car. Up until that point he'd been driving with a thermos of hot coffee between his legs. (you see where this is going, don't you?) So he slams on the brakes and the thermos crashes to the floor. He's shouting: "SHIT! HOT COFFEE" and is swerving around the rest stop with one hand and trying to fish the thermos off of the ground with the other. Luckily I didn't know at the time that it had actually rolled under the brake so that he couldn't stop the car.

So. disaster averted. B pees and we get back into the car. Finally make it home after 8 1/2 hours of sheer hell. Finally take off of our damp clothes. And I empty my pockets. only to find that in the midst of all the chaos I've managed to lose EUR 180 that I'd had stashed in my jacket pocket...

Countdown to 2008

Greetings from sunny Holland! Sorry to have left the blog hanging on a negative note! We've escaped to the Netherlands and I left my laptop at home-- on purpose, believe it or not. It was definitely time for a break from my Stumbling habit...

We've had a really lovely holiday. Spent Christmas just outside of Amsterdam with my parents-in-law and my brother-in-law and his family. We've been spoiled by lots of well-chosen presents, good food and delectible wine.

M and I have been taking long walks in the evenings and spent an afternoon hiking in Alblasserwaard. We even got a chance to have a chique lunch together at the Villa Augustus, which was fabulous!

Today we went hiking with the whole family in the Loonse en Drunense Duinen, a national park in Brabant. The weather was gorgeous and I think my batteries are finally recharged.

I did have a totally bloggable moment this morning, though. After brushing my teeth I grabbed one of the kids' cups off of the bathroom countertop and filled it with water. Started gulping and only realized after about half a cup that I had a horrible taste in my mouth. Spit the water into the sink just as M walked in.

What's the story with this cup? There are bubbles in the bottom.

Oh. Yeah. I wouldn't drink out of it if I was you. The kids were in the shower with me this morning and were using it to scoop up old shampoo and soap bubbles out of the shower drain...

It is on that note that I'm closing out 2007, my friends: May your new year be happy, may your cups be clean, and may your drinks be free of soap scum and skin particles... ;-)

Altercation with a couple of junior hyenas

One of the things I like about living here is the fact that it's so easy to walk everywhere. I think it's important that the kids don't automatically think of the car when they want to go somewhere. So I insist that they make the 1.5 km trek to school on foot, regardless of the weather.

Other parents all do the same, but there is one striking cultural gap: they send their kids unattended from the middle of first grade on. I feel that this is too early to turn kids loose without supervision. On the surface it seems OK-- there are plenty of sidewalks and crosswalks. But in my experience it's rarely the passing cars that pose a problem.

Most of these children left to their own devices are fine. They walk together, they chat, they giggle. But there are a handful who use this unsupervised time to run wild. They dig garbage out of dumpsters on construction sites and they trample through gardens, taking any flowers, fruit or other random articles to throw at passing cars and each other.

In order to watch out for my own kids I make the trek to school twice a day, rain or shine. Normally walking with your mother would be seen as "uncool" by the kids in S and B's classes, but I use the dog as a secret weapon. She's been called "the most popular girl at school", and their classmates so look forward to seeing her that they seem to forget that I'm attached at the other end of the leash.

And so on any given afternoon you can find me walking home surrounded by an ever changing cast of characters, all jostling for a chance to walk next to D. One of our regulars is a tiny girl with an unwieldy French name. She claims she's seven but she's so petite that I wonder if this is an exaggeration. She's spunky and is one of the few kids that age who really thinks for herself.

Yesterday we were walking home when suddenly two third graders raced past us and started shouting: "Let's go bully that stupid little girl!" My stomach sank as I saw them closing in on M up ahead; she'd left earlier than we had.

They ran up and started tormenting her-- hanging over her, shouting at her and laughing. She ignored them for a couple of seconds but fear took over and she ran behind a parked car to try and escape.

I ran up and told the boys to knock it off-- surely they can see that she's frightened! They just laughed and continued mobbing her. I grabbed one of them by the arm and he just laughed at me defiantly. When I told them both to get lost they only crossed over to the other side of the street where they continued their jeering.

I hugged M and told her not to listen, that we would all walk together. Every 50 meters or so one of the boys would cross the street and start walking behind us again and I would stop and put myself between them and M and tell them to get lost. They really seemed to be enjoying this! I was floored by their cruelty and relentlessness!

I know these kids. They're in S's class and they're a dangerous combination. They egg each other on and apparently yesterday the combination of christmas cookie overload and the heady excitement about vacation had pushed them over the top. I told them I would be calling both their mothers and they just laughed and started shouting their telephone numbers at the top of their lungs.

I escorted M right up to her door and made sure she got inside safely. Then we all endured these kids' obnoxious behavior for the rest of the way back to their houses, which are on the way to ours.

I was so angry I was shaking. Called both the mothers-- it's funny what sets people off. One mother, as expected, was angry as soon as she heard about the bullying-- her voice was shaking as she thanked me for calling and asked me to call again if I ever saw her son doing anything like this again. But the other mother only got really angry when I told her that her son laughed when I told him that I was going to call her. ???

Luckily school is out for the next two and a half weeks. I've been feeling pretty overwhelmed anyway, and this incident had me redlining on anger and discouragement. That, and fear. It scares me to see 8 year olds getting obvious enjoyment out of terrorizing helpless first graders. But it frightens me even more that the presence of an adult did little to temper their predatory behavior. Whatever punishment they receive will probably result in retaliation against S in January. I'm just grateful for the holidays-- and hope that the break provides not only rest but a little perspective. or wisdom. or something that will help me know what to do next time...

First Britney, then Lindsay, now the fat man...

Small-town Germany is reeling from reports that Santa Claus has hit rock bottom.

Herr Doktor Claus has been allegedly battling an addiction to pain medication prescribed for a back injury sustained in a drunken sleighing accident last Christmas.

Since splitting from Mrs. Claus earlier this year, Santa has lived on the streets as a vagrant. The sacks in which he once carried toys now house the few worldly possessions he has left.

As evidenced in this photo, Santa has also been neglecting his reindeer. A spokesperson for the local police force has confirmed that the once-jolly saint will be officially charged with two counts of animal cruelty, loitering and a handful of additional misdemeanors.

Santa has been taken into court custody and will be ordered into rehabilitation at an undisclosed location.

It's beginning to look a lot like.... NINJA!

	We finally dug the tree and Christmas decorations out of the basement yesterday. S was in charge of the stockings. But somehow this wasn't what I had in mind when I handed them to him. That kick is called ab chaki (or something like that) and he tells me it's very dangerous. Somewhere the woman who needlepointed these is clawing her way out of the grave...

Where does he come up with these things?

There was a note for me on our chalkboard yesterday:

Go look undr yor bed.

S and B have been doing this a lot lately, and the treasure is usually a piece of gum or candy that they've dug out of my cupboards. But this time when I checked there was nothing there. ???

When they got home from school later on I got right to the point:

Hey guys, I got a note this morning saying that I had to look under my bed, but there was nothing there...

B started smiling and hopping from foot to foot with excitement. HA! YEAH, I KNOW, FUNNY, HUH?!!! THAT WAS A PRANK!

S looked confused. Huh? What's a prank?

B shouted: YOU, KNOW, A PRANK! LIKE HAPPY PRANKSGIVING! THAT'S WHEN YOU INVITE SOMEONE OVER FOR DINNER AND GIVE THEM A RUBBER TURKEY!