Expat 9 years in the making. I'm over the peculiarities and on to the realities. Heisse Scheisse is skewed, ironic, irreverent and occasionally bitter. Don't expect objective facts, I'm not CNN.
Oh, how things have changed, my friend. And then some things stay the same. Still have the two gorgeous kiddos – Max is seven and Kate is three and a half going on 47. We have a new cat as Kiska died a while back at the ripe old age of 21. We still live in the … More Girl on Fire
I’ve been thinking about this poor blog. I couldn’t leave her with that last sad post. So much has happened. So much has changed. Max is healthy and happy and five years old and he has a little sister who is 16 months. Germany has become home and I have a great circle of friends … More Oh Dear, It’s been a while
Hi Dad, Today is one of those days I would love to have you around, if for no other reason but to hear you laugh. Max has been squinting for the last week or so. It has had me more than worried because, well, you know, every sniffle is pneumonia and every squint is a … More Saturday 4 pm
The following returns me to my roots of blogging. I just need to talk it out and you can come for the ride or not. It’s not pretty below and not all that entertaining. After two months of silence, tis is what I’ve got. You know, I’ve been at this blog thing for quite a … More And another day begins
This is for my aunt.
I just did something amazing. For the first time in 18 months, I thought “hey, I need a shower” and then proceeded to do just that. There was no need to coordinate “eyes” duty. No Sophie’s Choice of do I sleep, shower or pick up the house/fold the warm laundry before it wrinkles ’cause mama … More Up the Poop Chute
Last night a friend came over for dinner. He’s a former expat living back in the states and travels back and forth a bit. It was very nice to see him. It’s been years since we last saw him, long before Max’s arrival. We sat down for dinner of meatloaf and oven potatoes and brownies … More Like Seven of Nine, but without the great boobs
Holy scheisse. My kid is 18 months old today. When did that happen? I’ve said this before. This is the age where parents decide to have another kid because the kid is so much fun. Even his temper tantrum are interesting to me. I don’t always respond like he would prefer, but I find it … More Eighteen Months
The Hyatt came and went. The company was top notch, but sadly the Hyatt itself, failed. The reservations got screwed up by the hotel staff, my room had been smoked in, the facial burned my skin and the massage therapist seemed kinda of angry. Actually, every chance they had to fuck up, they did. I’m … More Please Do Not Feed the Water Horse
Max was up at 3:30 am last night. He went back to sleep around 4:00 am. I fell back to sleep around 6:30 and he was up at 7 am. I didn’t get much sleep with Sparky’s flying fist of fury, the snoring cat and the other snoring cat. Why is it that you work … More Earning that Massage
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