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 :).

George. He's Cute.

This has been one rough week. I'm not sure if I'm jetlagged or just recovering from all the sleep I lost over assignments and exams. Either way, I'm SO happy it's finally the weekend. I still have one more paper to write but it's for Old Testament. Easy peasy lemon squeezy.

Story Time: When I went into the bathroom to begin getting ready this morning, I found sweet, little George just chillin' in the sink. How cute, right? I even took pictures of him. Then I kicked him out. I turned on the water in the sink and let it run. I know, you're probably picturing all of the cute little otters losing their water but hey, I like to brush my teeth with hot water. Weeeeell apparently George put the drain plug down as he was laying in the sink and next thing I know, flood. Lovely. Thanks, George. It's your fault the otters are dying.

He's lucky he's adorable.

George & Winston

There are two adorable kittens that have moved in with us. I joke and say it's my crazy cat lady starter package. But that's just a joke. Must be a joke. Please be a joke. Anyway, here's the story:

While I was in Virginia, my mom calls and tells me that our cat died. My dad was pretty upset. This was "his" cat. I didn't care for her much but that's probably just because I didn't bother with her. She was an old cat and therefore grumpy. Talk about scratches. My dad, on the other hand, loved the cat.

A few weeks later, as I'm in New York, I call my dad and ask if he is going to get another cat anytime soon. He says that a guy at work has some kittens that he is going to looking for homes for in a few weeks. Excitement level = ecstatic! I love kittens. So cute and playful! I ask my dad if we can get one. He says "maybe." My mom said "no." Long story short, my dad totally talked her into it and, a few weekends later, we were playing with eight little kittens trying to decide which to choose. Hardest decision ever. I fell in love (I mean, IN LOVE) with a little black & white one while my dad chose the runt. The compromise? A cute, black kitten with a white spot on his chest. We were told we could come back two weeks later to pick him up.

Two weeks later, I'm sitting in the back of the car with a box on our way to pick up our little kitten. We get there and our kitten is brought to us. Feisty little thing. Did not want to be held. I figured he was just scared. As we are standing around talking, the wife of my dad's friend says that a lady was looking at the black & white kitten I liked. She said that the lady wanted to have him declawed. Now I'm not 100% sure of what 'declawing' entails but it does not sound like something my little black & white kitten should endure. So. I gave my dad the puppy "papa bear, i love you" eyes. My dad asked them to bring the kitten up. I knew right when my dad asked for them to bring the cat up that I was getting him. My mother was standing there all "what is happening?" My dad said we'd take this kitten, too. Two kittens! I like to think we saved this kitten rather than stole it away from some other family. Cats need their claws man. Not saying they shouldn't be trimmed because if you look at my arms right now, you know that I'm 100% for the trimming of nails.

So now we have two cute little kittens running around the house. I love them. My dad's (the black one) is named George and mine is named Winston. Like George Winston the pianist. Yeah, we're cool. My mom still can't grasp the name Winston though. She calls him Watson and one time she called him Jackson. I just laugh.

The kittens have been good so far. No major disasters. The curtains are still hanging and the toilet paper isn't shredded...anymore. Winston only has about five of his lives left according to my Papa. They're just so cute. They don't stay in trouble for too long :)

My mom calls him a little devil. Among other things.

I was packing.

They seriously sleep like this all the time.