Kids Will be Kids...

So, I'm sitting in my office today, minding my own business, appearing to be busy when I hear this "beep, beep, blip, beep-beep, blip, zzoooomm, beep".

Seriously.

WTF?

Now, mind you, I work in a Pediatric Clinic so the shrill of a screaming tot generally does not faze me anymore. But this God-awful "bleeping and blopping and zipping and zooming"...NOT COOL. Especially when it's right outside my office door. I took a peek out there and lo and behold, some brilliant pre-teen is plugging away at her Game Boy (or whatever the latest gadget is on the market to replace actual interaction with other children and/or physical activity - and I'm sure I am sooo behind the times and there's some fancy new contraption that has replaced the pre-historic Game Boy). Anywho, as I'm generally not known for my ability to use tact in persuading people from being complete morons, I took into account that most kids this age are self-centered and don't generally think of anyone but themselves. (That's a fact by the way, not just my bitching and moaning to conjure up a random statistic). The bleeping continued and, well, instead of asking her to kindly refrain from turning our hallway into a video arcade, I just flashed her "The Look". Any of you that know me are probably familiar with "The Look". Poor girl. However, my evil plan to squash her fun was a miserable failure when "The Look" proved unsuccessful as she continued her bleeping and carrying on.

Right outside my office door.

At an absurdly high volume.

Not cool.

So, as any mature, well-educated adult would do, I promptly shut my door in her face. But I didn't slam it - I shut it just enough so that it didn't close but made it blaringly evident that she was annoying the ever-living-piss out of me. Without hesitation, I caught a faint, "Ooooh, I'm sorry!"... I believe I even heard a few, "Shhhhh..." - I assume this was directed at that devil-device.

Hehehe - I win. ::evil laugh::

I love kids, I really do.

A Fantabulous Weekend, If I Do Say So Myself

So, wow! We had quite an eventful weekend. It started Friday evening with dinner at our favorite Indian restaurant - The Himalaya. Note to self, however: don't order my meal "medium spicy". Ouch. After gorging ourselves like we hadn't eaten in days, we made our way upstairs to a friend's place for what was supposed to be just a "quick appearance" at their "Future Party". You see, theme parties are their forte - a few weeks ago was "Euro-Chic"; the idea behind this week's festivities was to appear to be from the future. Picture lots and lots of foil. Interesting, to say the least. Unfortunately, since we had only planned on making a quick "appearance", we didn't take any pictures to share. If you've ever seen a bunch of drunk idiots dancing around dressed in foil (come on, you haven't?), then you can imagine the antics that took place that fine evening. Us party-poopers didn't participate because, again, we were only supposed to make a quick appearance. That quick appearance put us home at around 2 a.m....


Day 2: Saturday - So, Saturday was reserved for getting our wedding invitations all put together in order to get them sent off today. Well, in order to do that, they have to actually be here. You can imagine my frustration when our mailbox was EMPTY on Saturday. Grrr. I swear there's still going to be a wedding. At this point though, our guests may be getting a 3x5 index card in the mail in lieu of our pretty little invites. Double grrr. (Not going to stress, not going to stress...). Anywho, after that was an obvious flop, I spent the rest of the day rehydrating and getting ready for my b-day dinner that night at another fantastic restaurant - 21. It's one of my favorite places to hang out; but a bit too trendy for Jeff's taste. He played along nicely though and it was a great evening. I even got my sparkler cake that was the driving force behind having my little celebration there. And oh yeah, the mojitos are not cheap. But oh so tasty...

And onto Sunday... So, I was thinking Sunday would be our uber-recovery day (typically what our Sundays consist of...) but after a good night's sleep, gobs of water and my good friend, Aleve, we were good to go (albeit not until roughly 2 p.m.). We decided to take advantage of yet another sunny day here in Deutschland, hopped on Jeff's motorcycle and off we went, finding random places to land. And I got to sport my fabulously cute little motorcycle jacket he got me for Christmas last year. I'm one cool chick. At one point in our little escapade across Germany, we decided we were hungry. We saw a sign for a restaurant in some woods, so decided to take a peek. I felt like Alice in Wonderland. We managed to find ourselves in the middle of some random festival, complete with bratwursts and giant beers. I love Germany. So, we made an appearance there, stuffed ourselves and rode off into the sunset. Well, not really. But we did land ourselves in France. In a town called Bitche. Yes, you read that correctly. I'm so juvenile. I have the picture to prove it. (Pay no attention to my horribly greasy melon and helmet-head).

If you look in the background, you can see a ginormous brick building - that would be the 'Bitche Citadel' - a fortress that was built way back when to keep some bad guys from beating the hell out of the French in 1871. Didn't work so well, however. Apparently, the Bavarians beat the snot out of the French, despite their best efforts to hide out in this collosal monstrosity. It was actually pretty interesting and the view from up-top was stunning. See:

On our tour of the place, they gave us these snazzy blue headsets that eerily knew where you were throughout the site and gave you a brief history lesson of the spot you were standing in. Pretty cool. And stylish.

We've apparently become quite the little world travelers. For my actual birthday this weekend, my wonderful fiance has some surprise trip he's planned... I shall return with a full update and lots more pics. I'm thinking we should probably steer away from stuffing our faces every waking minute, however. Good times.

It's Finally Summer in Germany

Ladies and gentlemen, I am proud to annouce that summer has finally arrived here in lovely Germany. We had a beautiful weekend - both days were abundantly sunny and temps soared to a delightful 80/85 degrees. Ahhh...if only summer lasted more than one weekend....

Yes, folks, it's going to rain again tomorrow. And, not only are we going to be drowning in what some may consider a welcome break to the summer's scorching temps (think anywhere but Germany), we get to take a trip back in time - to roughly March. The temps will be a lovely 62 degrees tomorrow and we're not holding out much hope for summer to return anytime soon. December, maybe?

At any rate, we thoroughly enjoyed our lovely weekend and managed to take a trip over to Luxembourg City and then down into Metz, France. We've decided we do like driving better in Germany. There are too many speed limits in France. Where's the fun in that? Both cities were beautiful and most of the attractions could be seen by foot. I have some purdy blisters to prove it. (Ewww).

So, here goes...

So, wow. Here I am. An official "blogger". I've always wondered what that word meant. And now I know. Here's where I write something that is supposed to spark the reader's interest. Hmm. Well, this is probably about the most basic blog out there, so after I play around a bit and figure this thing out, I'll work on making it all purdy and fancy.

Any of you that know me, probably know that I'm engaged to a wonderful guy and we're deep in the throngs of wedding planning. Yep, I'm finally gettin hitched. Never thought I'd become a Mrs. and do all those things that "those other people" do (pick up someone else's dirty socks, cook for someone other than myself - okay, Jeff does all the cooking, but still...). And not only am I going to be a Mrs., but I'm going to be a Mrs. Officer's Wife, which, if you asked me 5 years ago what my opinion on "those girls" was, it would have made your toes curl. Eek. I spent enough time on the enlisted side of things to know that I didn't want to be "dependent" upon anyone but guess what, I'm okay with carrying around a pink ID card. Really, I am. I've made a lot of great friends on "the other side" and they're some great girls. Don't get me wrong - I'm still not a fan of those Mrs. "I'm so and so's wife"-types, but there are always a few bad apples, I do suppose. I still work. I certainly don't sit home wondering what to do with my time or debating on whether I want to take the artsy-fartsy pottery class or craft endless scrapbooks of our time here in Germany. Although I wouldn't complain if those were the options I got to choose from everyday. I'd pretty much be okay with my life if I never had to listen to the screeching alarm clock or sit on the autobahn every morning cursing traffic (or the weather. or both). But I digress...

We're making some decent progress on the planning. I'm patiently awaiting my invites to arrive - my own fault that they're not here; if anyone knows me and my immeasurable fickleness then you'll know that I wasn't happy until I made at least 50 changes to them - anywho, they're on their way. I'm thinking we ought to get those out before the actual wedding takes place. Speaking of the wedding - We leave Germany for wedded bliss in exactly 61 days. Holy crap. ::Not freaking out, not freaking out::: We are making some fabulous accomplishments though this week. We've gotten our flower girl dresses ordered, invites are on their way, I've spent gobs of money on crap that we'll probably ultimately end up not needing. Good times. Can't wait to party it up on the beach and flounder on the beach for nearly the entire month of October. I shall post more as the Bridezilla in me rears her ugly head and comes up with more ways to make this thing much more complicated than it should be.