We’re going to London for a week and it’s going to be awesome weather!
Rain all week! Not much different than Germany. Gotta love Europe!
We’re going to London for a week and it’s going to be awesome weather!
Rain all week! Not much different than Germany. Gotta love Europe!
Also known as the drop zone, where Joe will vanish for a week at a time. Joe’s job at the drop zone is signaling the pilots when to drop their cargo to the ground. Exciting, I know. I wanted to share some of the pictures he took that I found on our camera.
And a tank?
Today’s post is a walk around the neighborhood. If these pictures are a little fuzzy blame Lucy and her inability to not move while I take pictures.
My favorite bi-colored house:
Other houses and such:
Today’s post was suppose to be about the inside of German grocery stores, however, I failed on my part to deliver the goods. Joe and I are both swamped at work, which in turn means not getting home till late, only to cook dinner, walk the dog and pass out at an early hour. The other thing that is sucking up my time?
P90X
Tony got me hooked on this home fitness dvd set when we were home for Megan’s wedding. There are thirteen DVDs and you are suppose to do six days on, one day off, for ninety days, which almost sounds impossible. All I know is, Germany has not been kind to the waistline and it’s time to do something about it, even if that means listening to a guy who is as annoying as Ryan Seacrest. I’m hoping to shed some poundage before I come back in January for Rachel’s wedding. I guess that means no more chocolate croissants, Kit Kats and Cheetos. It’s like taking away the only good things about Germany and who wants to do that? Me…I guess… *groan*
I could really go for some Happy Joe’s pizza right about now.
We had some house guests this weekend:
Meet Belle and Schmeagle. Our friends high tailed it to Paris for Halloween and we had the pleasure of watching their adorable little dogs. Schmeagle the Pug was incredibly entertaining with his constant snoring and constant…
…humping of Belle. The little guy even tried his hand at humping Lucy by climbing onto the back of the couch. Try to imagine what their offspring would look like! Lucy really enjoyed the company, as did we. There was never a dull moment in the house and it was pretty funny to watch Schmeegs walk under Lucy.
And my favorite picture from the weekend – Joe trying to run away from his posse:
When Joe and I came home we spoke about the oven here and its size. Joe claimed our oven is about half the size of American ovens. After a little digging on Sears.com & Lowes.com I found the standard size for an oven is around 30 inches, however I don’t know if that’s the inside of the oven or the size of the oven as a whole. Our oven from side to side is 23 inches but the actual interior part of the oven is 17 inches wide. It is so small our roasting pan and cookie sheets do not fit inside. Luckily, I was able to find a roasting pan at Ikea that fits and hope has been restored for our Thanksgiving dinner, although we may have to make a chicken. Just some pictures to show you how small it is and no I did not clean it before I took pictures 🙂 :
23 inches wide and our temperature cheat sheet:
A couple of days ago I ninja’d my way to the area where Joe’s plane is housed. With my ninja skills I was able to take several pictures to share with you. My “guide” (not Joe) let me know that it may not be OK for me to share these photos but if you search for his plane you will find all sorts of planes online, so I am hoping the Military Police won’t come after me.
The outside:
My first time inside the plane:
I will admit, the plane was way cooler inside than I imagined. I am very proud of my pilot!