And it’s official…


I am leaving Germany on Oct. 23rd and am not coming back for a long, long time. There have been some unfortunate situations in my pseudo-family and for my own sanity, I must get the hell out. So yeah. I’m getting the hell out. Yes!

I will be spending a bit in Rome and then a bit in England, arriving back in the US before Thanksgiving. Woot woot!

Look at this bug that was sleeping on my counter today…I seriously tried getting it to move by pounding the area surrounding it and it would not move! Crazy looking, right?



Alright, so this post is a little bit overdue. Last weekend, my pseudo-family went out of town to various places, so I had a little puten (turkey, if you don’t remember) cooking-adventure. Also, I made perfect hard boiled eggs…but that’s not what this is about. It just made me real excited because I always seem to mess up hard boiled eggs for some reason. Anyway…the turkey. It was pretty decent. So here’s my little creation.

Gorgonzola Stuffed Turkey

Turkey filets
White rice
Veggie of some sort

*amount of each depends on how much you’re making*

1.)Pre-heat oven to 350 degrees (or 175 C, if you’re anywhere other than the US).
2.) Dice tomatoes and crumble up some gorgonzola.

3.) Lay out turkey filets and place about 1tbs of diced tomatoes and 1tbs of gorgonzola in the center of each filet. Roll up and place in a deep pan. Top with remaining diced tomatoes and gorgonzola.

4.) Cook for about 30 minutes.

Serve with a side of white rice and your favorite green veggie! Enjoy!


Let us recount today’s happenings:

1.) I woke up deathly ill and pretty darn sad. What a great start. Luckily, I got to talk to people who cheered me up, and Liz and Karl stopped by with chicken noodle soup. THE best.

2.) I ironed the shirt that goes with pseudo-dad’s lederhosen. Because his company decided it was a good idea to convene at Oktoberfest again. I’m telling you, they seriously think it’s one big conference.

3.) C (the younger child) called me “Mom” for the second or third time today. Have I mentioned that the kids call their parents by their first names? Oh yeah. So that makes me a little uncomfy.

4.) Pseudo-mom forcefully backed into the family’s second car. On accident. And I watched it all from the kitchen window. Had to walk away. Would have embarrassed her. Too hilarious.

5.) No joke: Princess Lillifee cupcakes. Pseudo-mom bought freaking Princess Lillifee cupcakes. Like I said before, bane of my existence.

6.) I was instructed to make rice for dinner, with sliced deli ham on the side. How is this considered dinner, you ask? Beats me, but it was.

So that’s that. Mostly uneventful, with the occasional spark of hilarity and irritation. Roma cannot come fast enough. As a tribute to the future, say buongiorno a Roma!

Oh, to be a laid back American..

Think of American stereotypes…along the lines of always on the go, hardworking, pressure to get things done in a relatively quick fashion…what are we missing that Germans have? Strict, by-the-book, scariness. If there’s one cultural thing I have noticed/been told about a million times, it’s that Germans are very rule oriented. I mean, it’s not like we have no rules in the US and everyone is just running around on crazy drug-induced, murderous rampages…but that’s kind of how we look in comparison to Germans. Seriously, on the metro into Munich the other day, a lady yelled at me because I had put my feet up on the chair next to Liz. I didn’t realize it was a big no-no here, but apparently it was. I’m not even sure of everything she said but I do know she was pretty pissed, and Mirjam ended up telling her that she was an embarrassment to other Germans..bahaha. Oh gosh. That was funny.

When I went to the park today, I noticed that no one was sitting in the grass. Everyone was sitting on a bench. So I sat on a bench too. I don’t need to be reprimanded for disturbing the growth of the grass, you know? But the grass was all that I wanted. I was so scared to sit on it that I waited like, an hour and a half before a couple of teens sat on there to move and sit under a tree. I needed to see Germans do it before I did. That could have been ugly, for all I know. Then, I was able to get some nice photos of this teeny tiny park. Enjoy 🙂

The Real Oktoberfest

So yesterday, I went with Liz and Mirjam to Oktoberfest in Munich. That was…an experience…Really fun, but totally crazy. The video only captures about 1% of how nuts it was.

Plus, it was Italian weekend. So you can imagine how that was. Liz and I were both grabbed inappropriately, while Mirjam just smacked people. Smart lady, that Mirjam. So I figured I would mostly have pictures for this post, because there isn’t much to say other than it was crazy, there were way too many people, and I had 2 liters of beer….soo here they are!
The only tent we could actually get into.

Pommes frites (obvious) and Putenschnitzel (turkey patty thing)

How cute is this baby in a dirndl??

The drunk lawn…for when you get too tipsy or want to have some (not so) alone time with a fellow drunkard. I wish that was a joke. But it’s fo-real-reals.


This family is so precious.

Cutest kid in lederhosen ever!

My first liter.

Hilarious man in a dirndl.

My second liter of bier and apfelstrudel.
Side note–I’m pretty sure that Bavarians think Oktoberfest is a business conference. Legit. Pseudo-dad and his department from work went a few days ago like it was a real business-related function. Apparently, David, a German who believes he is a fellow American who is also stuck in Germany, is going with his company too. Last time I checked, you don’t get drunk in lederhosen to better your business. But, I guess, what do I know?

In true Bavarian style…

I decided that since I posted a little something about awful German style, I would experience it myself. It was rather necessary, especially because I am going to Oktoberfest in Munich tomorrow. So here you go, my lovely readers…only for you!

First, we have the Dirndls:

I have a slight feeling that maybe Dorothy was a Bavarian who got trapped in Kansas before hitting up the Emerald City.

Now, the female Lederhosen:

Personally, I think the suspenders make it extra attractive. All I’m missing is a beer stein. While I’d like to tell you that I purchased one of these beauties, I couldn’t bring myself to actually take this seriously. Awesomely hilarious.

This blog is now the home of a fierce feminist rant.

Princess Lillifee is the bane of my existence. Let me tell you why. She is all pink and glittery with tiaras and frilly dresses. She promotes the stereotypical, stupid “girly” crap that people think girls are born loving. Wrong! Girls are taught to like these things. And that sucks. Read a book (an academic one, preferably)! Males and females are actually pretty darn similar. So how about some neutral things? I hate when people force their kids into stuff like this. My kids went to look at games and pseudo-mom decided, no…more Princess Lillifee things! Gross. Pseudo-mom also likes for the girls to watch Barbie movies. Puke X 12. Not okay. Almost worse than Princess Lillifee. So for your enjoyment (and perhaps, disgust), I pulled together a small sample of this house’s Princess Lillifee collection.