The Post that Took a Week to Write

We have gone to quite a few Easter Egg Markets (well, my mom has...I've gone to one) and I am so amazed by all of the different ways there are to decorate eggs. So amazed. I'll have to post pictures of some soon! We bought really pretty ones. One is all carved out and another is decorated with little lady bugs. So cuuute!


Evening walks are now enjoyable! It's been months since Germany has seen the sun and it's finally making an appearance again! I don't think anybody understands how much I've missed this ball of fire. With the days getting longer and warmer, we have been able to go to different places for our walks. Last weekend we went to the Landstuhl castle. We had fun. Minus the mud.

My dad went through a lot of his things before heading off to Florida. Underneath a bunch of old papers, he found two letters that I wrote at different times. Both were to the tooth fairy and both showed my complete determination to figure out whether the tooth fairy really existed or not. These two letters go with a third that my mom had in her drawer.

The first says:

Dear Tooth Fairy,
I'm sorry I lost my tooth this morning. Do I still get anything?
Like crayons?

The second says:

Tooth Fairy-

I lost my tooth again. Can you bring me notebooks, crayons, pencils and pencil sharpeners?
And write on the back of this note otherwise I don't believe in you.

The third says:

Dear Tooth Fairy,

Leave fifty dollars under my pillow tonight or I won't believe in you anymore.

I know my parents don't have fifty dollars to fork over to me so if I get it, I'll know it's you.

Obviously I had the concept of ultimatums down. I believe I got five dollars with that third note. I was happy with that. Five dollars is like fifty when you're seven.

I am officially registered for Spring semester classes! I'm pretty proud over how my schedule turned out. First of all, I was able to get into a few psych classes before they filled up. And, secondly, look at the shape! I thought that was pretty cool. It wasn't on purpose, I promise.

My mom and I started decorating the tree outside for Easter. This is a normal thing in Germany. We're not weird, kay? My mom and I are planning on buying more eggs later this week. Colorful ones, of course. This is actually my favorite tree in the backyard. I had never seen any like it until moving here. It looks like it was planted upside down!

I feel like I should just live at the Landstuhl Hospital for the next week. I've had so many appointments there already over the past week and I only have more to come this following week. I am thankful that I am not having more serious work done though. I pass the signs on my way through the hospital that say "Neurosurgery" "MRI" "Nuclear Medicine" "Labor & Delivery." So really, I should be thankful that I am just returning over and over again for minor things but it's still a pain. One that they aren't helping.


My dad's cat, George, is a freaking psycho. I'm supposed to keep him in line while Papa Bear is away but it's close to impossible! H&M is now using bags with David Beckham on the front and it's beautiful, but that's not the point. The point is that I heard a crinkling noise in my room and I walk in to find George carrying around David. It's like they were just taking a lovely passeggiata through my room. George has also learned how to open my drawers. He now finds my hidden chocolate and drops it on the floor. Then the dogs get it and I'm pretty sure that's not okay. Most recently, George destroyed the bathroom. We woke up to a huge mess. We cleaned it up and he did it again. You can't win.

This post took a week to complete. I don't even know why, either. It's just been pulled up in a tab and I've been writing on it whenever I get bored. A lot is different now from the beginning of the post though. I feel you should all be aware that there are now six inches of snow on the ground, schools had early release and stores shut down. Also, my class schedule is a bit different now but it's still in the shape of a pyramid/temple/taylor building so no worries there. And, Papa Bear, if you're reading this, come home now. Pleaaaaase :).

Take a Seat, Make a Friend

I had one of the best times at FHE last night. We did an activity simular to the one in the video I'm about to post. I love this video so much I'm so thankful I was able to attend last night and take part in this activity. We all learned so much about each other and, of course, we all had a good laugh. Multiple times! Enjoy!

Just My Sunday

Sunday is pretty much my favorite day of the week. The only downside is that we have 9am church. I can handle 9am church when church is only five minutes away...but it's not. It's forty. Getting ready by 8:20 is truly my everest.

I was told to prepare for my hectic sunday mornings and just shower the night before. Okay. Done. Only I never dried my hair before falling asleep so I woke up looking a bit like this:



I mean a bird could have camped out in my hair. I decided to just work with the waves already there and curl it a bit in attempt to make it look nice. It worked and I was like:



Sacrament meeting went well. We got to hear such lovely testimonies. I love the first sunday of every month just for that reason. It's also kind of fun to listen to everyone's stomach growling during the silent moments. At the end, Amanda turns and says, "I have a favor to ask of you." "..what?" "Can you teach nursery next week?"



I said yes because she said it would be easy. Plus, I like little kids. We'll see how it goes.

On the way to Sunday School, my mom and I got side tracked by pretty much everyone it felt like. I don't mind! I love chatting. While we were talking to one lady, the missionaries found us and just kind of stood close by. I knew they were there to talk to my mom and I kind of smiled to myself. I was thinking, "How is she going to get out of this one? They're right here." Well. She managed 'cause this is how she walks around the church:



We finally got to Sunday School and we couldn't find two empty seats together anywhere. Mostly because neither of us wore our glasses. I apparently ended up sitting in someone else's seat and my mom teased me about it throughout the lesson. I was so scared. I didn't want to make anyone mad but I also didn't want to get up all randomly and move elsewhere. My mind was so preoccupied by this situation that I wasn't really paying attention to the lesson. I tried to look like I knew what was going on though. It went something like this:



Then Relief Society time came. They have this new thing where you have to sit by people you don't know. I haven't really met anyone new from doing this but it does make me quieter and pay attention to the lesson more so if that's their goal then props. During the lesson, a guy came in and started talking about missionary work. He said we should try to make March "Missionary March" and bring friends to church. He said they have Mustache March at his work but they now call it "Child Molester March" because of how their mustaches turn out. I didn't know if it was okay to say that in church. So I just went along with all the other reactions I saw. Liiike this:



We got home and my dad said he wanted to go out for lunch. Uhhh...



I went. I don't even feel bad about it. Pizza Hut with my parents never happens. Lunch together with my parents never happens. I feel it was justified.

Then we came home and I've been cleaning and writing this post ever since. My room was such a disaster. I finally have it neat and organized. Woooot!

I'm Bomb.

Lately, I've been saying the word "bomb" a lot. I'm totally bringing it back. It's been going pretty well so far...

- My hair was bomb yesterday.
- That song was bomb today.
- David Beckham is always bomb.
- Let's go to Milano's cause that pizza is bomb.
- This book is bomb.
- H&M is bomb.
- Momma, I da boooomb!
- "That skirt is a bit short." "Psh, this skirt is bomb."

I think you get the gist. The last time I can actually remember people using this word was when I was in first grade. My friend, Nicole, came to my birthday party and said, "Whoa! Your cake is da BOMB!" Well, it was. It was in the shape of a rabbit and it was all decorated. It was even wearing a bow tie. My cake was bomb.