tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-66259421532360309492024-02-07T13:21:59.005+01:00Linda's Life on the Other SideLinda H.http://www.blogger.com/profile/01005584805379179415noreply@blogger.comBlogger97125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6625942153236030949.post-82666679518371688142013-11-03T22:58:00.000+01:002013-11-03T23:19:40.211+01:00Sunday Sniffles and Surprise BasketsThis morning I woke up and peeked out the bedroom window. Rain. And it was cold. And my nose was clogged on one side. And it was hard to breathe. And so I fluffed my pillow, leaned against it, covered myself tightly with the feather comforter and went back to sleep.<br />
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At 9:00 I woke up to the sound of my husband saying something along the lines of "looks like a lousy day out there". I agreed.<br />
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My head was still stuffy. I felt like staying wrapped up in the warmth of the blanket all day but, instead, I rolled out of bed and grabbed the Sunday paper. Except I didn't read it. I just completed the two Sudoku and wracked my brain over the crossword puzzle. <br />
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I didn't feel like reading it. I decided I was just going to spend the day being lazy, writing a bit (I'm taking part in two writing challenges in November), doing whatever I please, anything that might help me forget that my head felt like something strange had moved in there and brought a heck of a lot of items with it, all of them stuffed in the crevices of my wee little head. Forget reading the news. Forget church. Forget anything that couldn't wait until tomorrow. But not breakfast.<br />
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At our house on most Sundays we enjoy an American breakfast. Sometimes it is scrambled eggs and chives with English muffins. Other times fried eggs, sausage and home fries or perhaps Weisswurst und Suessersenf mit warme Brezeln (German veal sausages that are eaten with sweet mustard and warm baked German pretzels...yeah, okay. That doesn't qualify as American breakfast but it is tasty.) On rare ocassions we might do carbs--French toast with fresh cinnamon apple topping, buckwheat pancakes with bananas, nuts, and maple syrup. Homemade oatmeal. But today we were having my favorite. Omelettes. The best part? Sicky me didn't need to prepare it. Stefan made the coffee and then started cooking breakfast. He is the best.<br />
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My favorite is mushroom-onion-cheese but we didn't have any fresh mushrooms. So instead we shared a red bell pepper-onion-and-cheese omelette with salsa. Yum! I had breakfast sausages and Stefan had a Pennsylvania specialty....scrapple. And he had it all to himself because neither Katarina or I eat it. As usual, Katarina had eggs sunny side up and bacon.<br />
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For those of you who have never seen scrapple, here's his plate.<br />
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After breakfast came the basket surprise. On our doorstep I found this.<br />
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Sorry. You'll have to turn your head. My computer is acting up and I'm on Katarina's and it wouldn't let me flip the pic. Anyway, what's inside it? Let me see if I can find a closer shot.<br />
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Two loafs of braided bread, a marble cake, homemade Jochelbeeren Marmalade (jam made from Jochelbeeren....I don't know the name in English but it is a cross of red currants and gooseberries. Yum!), and homemade Quitten Likör (quince liquor).<br />
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Who would do such a thing? Nicole! She loves to baking and canning. So why did she give me this lovely gift? Well, I am sure that she'd tell you it's because of a project we are taking part in this year where you "pay it forward" to 5 people by giving them a homemade gift and 5 people do the same for you. Not only am I on her list, but she is on mine. But I know that's not the real reason she did it. She did it because she loves me.<br />
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THANK YOU "NIE KOHLE".<br />
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Then we all just hung out, hiding from the rain. Later we ate some of that marble cake. It must be magical cake, because the sun started to shine. Stefan went out for a run. I ran my overdue books to the library. Katarina did those things teenagers do, then she went to her boyfriend's house.<br />
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Stefan and I took a walk later. While we did the clouds changed from white to almost amber then pink. Soon the sun dropped out of sight and it was dark. I hate this time of year, after switching the clocks back. You leave home in the morning when morning has barely broken and return home to darkness. Not my idea of fun.<br />
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Now, in just one hour, Sunday will be over. It wasn't very productive, but it turned out to be an okay day. Also, my nose is no longer clogged. Instead, it is running like a fountain. You can't win them all.<br />
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<br />Linda H.http://www.blogger.com/profile/01005584805379179415noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6625942153236030949.post-45769106755921055622013-09-25T10:35:00.001+02:002013-09-25T10:35:43.371+02:00Wednesday Hodgepodge - Vol. 143<h3 class="post-title entry-title" itemprop="name">
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Here are the questions to this week's Hodgepodge by our lovely hostess, Joyce, and my answers. To take part in Wednesday Hodgepodge, click on the picture below for more info.<br />
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<b>1. What's one thing that's still the same about you as when you were young?</b><br />
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Lots of things. I still like animals. Enjoying learning new things. Like to write. Enjoy time with friends. Love my mommy and daddy. Am a night-owl. Some things never change. <br />
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2. What's more important--history or science? Why?</b><br />
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To me, this is like most comparative questions. Why does one have to be more important than the other? It's like asking if mental/emotional health is more important than physical health, or if a mother is more important than a father, or if food is more important than beverages. BOTH are equally important in life. Don't make me choose!<br />
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3. Lima, kidney, string, garbanzo, black or pinto-your favorite bean?</b><br />
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I like beans. Limas are my least favorite and, honestly, I only eat them when I must. I think it is a toss up between kidney beans (nothing like a nice spicy chili with beans) or garbanzo beans (they're so versatile).<br />
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<b>4. What's something people come to your town to do?</b><br />
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HA! This is a silly question. Why anyone would come to this cow town? Hmmm...we have a population of approximately 500 people, one street light, one restaurant (though it is a kick-ass, real Italian establishment with awesome food), a small plumbing business and a local electrician. Our only point of interest for "outsiders" (other than the formerly-mentioned restaurant) is our old, historic oil mill. There is a mini-museum inside. It is open to the public once a month, sometimes more often in summer months. Here is a photo I took of it last year.<br />
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<b>5. When was the last time you were in a meeting? Sum it up for us in five words or less. </b><br />
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Last night. Parent-teacher meeting.<br />
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<b>6. What special event would you like a VIP pass to attend?</b><br />
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Gosh! I had no idea. If the opportunity presented itself, I would be more than happy to sit down with a few writers and pick their brains. Also, a few singers/musicians would be interesting subjects to spend time with. Political figures as well. But an organized event that I absolutely wouldn't want to miss? My mind is blank at the moment. Need. More. Coffee.<br />
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<b>7. What's one piece of advice you'd give a writer?</b><br />
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Write because you love to write. Plain and simple. (Yes, I know this is not very original but it is the best reason to write, isn't it?)<br />
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This week we ate one of the first jalapeños from our garden. A bit mild. We were disappointed. I also used some of our kale to make kale chips for the first time. We all thought they were tasty. <br />
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Linda H.http://www.blogger.com/profile/01005584805379179415noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6625942153236030949.post-10711298294788275622013-09-22T23:52:00.001+02:002013-09-23T00:12:16.285+02:00Sunday SnippetsI keep wanting to join in on Friday Fragments but never seem to be online on a Friday. So today I am creating the Sunday equivalent...Sunday Snippets. I'll be telling you just a snippet of what has been going on the past two weeks. <br />
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Last week school started. Katarina wasn't too thrilled about that. <br />
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On the Friday after school began, we went on our annual motorcycle trip with the Dorfgemeinschaft (a group that organizes town events and activities for its memebers). It rained that day (maybe because it was Friday the 13th?) However, the weather on Saturday and Sunday was better. We went to Koenigsee. It took almost 4 hours for those of us who took the most direct routes, much longer for those who travelled the scenic route). I'll be posting about that later but for now here is one photo from that weekend.<br />
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This Friday we went to a company grill party complete with big smoker and a bar. There were tasty ribs, pulled pork, slabs of perfectly grilled beef (red in the middle, the way I like), and shrimp skewers. A lot of work went into it because all marinades and sauces were from scratch. The men did a great job. There were also a variety of salads, breads, desserts. <br />
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On Saturday we were with members of our town group again (our Dorfgemeinschaft) for our annual bus trip. This year we visited Strasbourg, France which is only about a two to two-and-a-half hour drive for us. The weather was perfect. Again, more on that later but for now....a photo.<br />
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Today our Dorfgemeinschaft played in the annual soccer tournament. Despite being low on players this year, we managed to hold on to our second year title. Hurray!<br />
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Also, today is an important day in Germany. It is election day. We'll have to wait and see if Merkel will remain in office or if we will have a new leader (but I have a feeling she is going to win.)<br />
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That's the past two weeks in a nut shell (or in snippets). More to come later.<br />
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UPDATE: As expected, Merkel won.<br />
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Also, since I wrote about my weekend travels of varying lengths I ask this question of you:<br />
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<br />Linda H.http://www.blogger.com/profile/01005584805379179415noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6625942153236030949.post-11356593643184503892013-09-08T02:56:00.000+02:002013-09-08T03:06:56.160+02:00TAOS Skybar - SchorndorfOn Monday my girl goes back to school. I don't think she is looking forward to it. Really. After 8 weeks of "freedom", what teenager wants to return to school? They might want to see friends who were away most of the summer, but other than that, none of them are eager to get back to the books, classes, tests, and the resulting decrease in free time. But so it goes.<br />
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To make the countdown to doomsday a bit more enjoyable, we spent last week in Vienna, Austria. I've got much to say about that and will have several upcoming posts covering our visit there. Right now I want to tell you what we did this evening. <br />
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In April a new place opened in Schorndorf. It's called the TAOS Skybar. High above the clay tile roofs of the city, you can enjoy cocktails and/or a bite to eat while enjoying a fabulous view. Unfortunately, they only take reservations for groups of 10 or more, so we got there right at opening (5 PM). We took the glass elavator to the 9th floor. <br />
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Upon entering, the first thing you see is the massive bar which is fully-stocked for any drink you desire. The room is very cozy and modern, with cushy divans, artsy wooded tables and glass. I really wish I had taken a photo of this room but I didn't. I'll post a link to their online photo gallery at the end and if you are curious, you can take a peek.<br />
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We decided to sit outside, so we walked up the stairs to the tenth floor where there is another room that leads to the balcony.<br />
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From the glass balcony, you can see over the town square.<br />
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Of course, there was also a bit of people watching from up above. This group of men was interesting. It's not every day you see a bunch of masked characters walking the streets at night in Lederhosen.<br />
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Yeah, okay. So I actually added those masks to the pictures. A girl's gotta have some fun, right? The original photo was nice, but this one is so much more interesting. Don't you think?<br />
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It was a nice evening. We plan on going there again some time.<br />
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If you would like to see more photos from the TAOS Skybar in Schorndorf, <a href="http://taos-skybar.de/" target="_blank">CLICK HERE </a>to visit their photo gallery.<br />
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<br />Linda H.http://www.blogger.com/profile/01005584805379179415noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6625942153236030949.post-84042946140402746722013-08-17T00:23:00.000+02:002013-08-17T00:42:26.999+02:00Friday Fragments - Week of Surprises<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Since I often don't have time to write a long blog post, I've decided to participate in Friday Fragments (FF) each Friday. FF was started by Mrs4444 and her explanation is: "Friday Fragments are bits and pieces of your week that are usually
brief; too short for a stand-alone post, but too good to discard." But if you string them all together, there's more than enough for a post. To learn how you can partipate, <a href="http://www.halfpastkissintime.com/2013/08/friday-fragments-episode-262.html" target="_blank">CLICK HERE</a> to go to this weeks Friday Fragments post which has a link to the rules.<br />
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So, here are a few bits and pieces of what has happened in my world between last Friday and this Friday.<br />
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Saturday is usually a work-around the house day. This week there was much work to be done in the garden. Trimming bushes, mowing grass, tending to the garden, picking blackerries and cucumbers and zucchini (and zucchini and zucchini). Afterwards we went to the Häckselplatz. If you don't live in Germany, you are probably asking, "What the heck is a Häckselplatz?" A Häckselplatz is the place where you may take your grass clipping and twig/branch trimmings free of charge. At certain times of the year you can get free compost or mulch for your garden.<br />
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So why am I telling you this? Well, after we dumped all of our garden material and I got in the car, Stefan say "Hey, come back out here. Look at this!" Hiding in back of our car (probably came from within the bush clipping) was a Pappelschwärmer (Poplar hawk moth). Look at the size of it! Isn't it a beauty.<br />
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I often have work (poetry, flash fiction, or art/photos) in The Poetic Pinup Revue. I received my tearsheet for the August issue. Here it is. The photo is mine; the written work is by someone else. I won't have the person's full name until I receive my contributor's copy and will credit them at that time.<br />
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To order a copy of The Poetic Pinup Revue, <a href="http://poeticpinuprevue.com/" target="_blank">CLICK HERE</a>. If you order a copy (or two or three different issues...right now they are running a sale for their Facebook fans, so check that out if you are on FB) then please remember to fill out the "Who sent me" line of the order form. That way they'll know that I sent you their way.<br />
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Yesterday we read in the newspaper about a free jazz concert nearby. It is part of the"culture program" in our area. Often there are book readings, concerts, events/activities that are free to the public. Oh, gosh, I love Germany. There is always something going on. So tonight we went there and listened to a bit of jazz. Be-bop-e-boo-bop!<br />
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That's all for this week's Friday Fragments. Be sure to stop back next week for my wrap-up of events.<br />
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<br />Linda H.http://www.blogger.com/profile/01005584805379179415noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6625942153236030949.post-41569567730599124262013-08-13T03:01:00.003+02:002013-08-13T03:01:44.177+02:00Begin AgainI am going to be posting here again. I think I may divide it into two different topics. One will be posts on my life. The other will be related to news in Germany. I think the personal posts will remain in the usual format. The news clips/responses will be done once a week, about 2 or 3 things of interest, possibly in conjuction with the Friday Fragments group.<br />
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<br />Linda H.http://www.blogger.com/profile/01005584805379179415noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6625942153236030949.post-3717921351641235282013-03-06T09:49:00.002+01:002013-03-06T09:49:58.465+01:00Wednesday Hodgepodge - March 6, 2013After my blogging break I started posting over at my <a href="http://lind-guistics.blogspot.de/">Lind-guistics </a>blog but not here. So today I am joining in on the Wednesday Hodgepodge which is organized by Joyce over at <a href="http://www.fromthissideofthepond.com/" target="_blank">From This Side of the Pond</a>. All one needs to do is answers the questions she provides on Tuesday. (Yep, that's right. She gives you the questions a day ahead of time, because she knows you all have busy lives and, well, she's just nice.) So why not join in? You can find the "rules"<a href="http://www.fromthissideofthepond.com/p/how-to-join-wednesday-hodgepodge_17.html" target="_blank"> HERE</a>.<br />
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Now, here are my answers for this week's questions.<br />
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1. <i>My real life friends came through with another question this week so
thank you real life friends. When you've eaten in a restaurant do you
complete their comment card? Do you take online surveys highlighted at
the bottom of store receipts? </i><br />
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We don't eat out too often (both my husband and I love to cook) and I've never seen one of those cards in any of the restaurants we visit in Germany. So, I guess my answers is no. We do, however, let people know when we are happy. Whether it be a super flight attendent, an excellent chef, or helpful service personnel, you can always show your appreciation by writing a letter or email. Businesses are always happy to receive correspondence giving them a pat on the back for what they are doing well and not just complaints from unsatisfied customers.<br />
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<i>2. The (US) ban on women in combat was lifted at the end of January. It
will probably be next year before specifics are worked out, but its been
reported over 200,000 front line positions will eventually open up to
women. Your thoughts?</i><br />
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I think there are women who will be capable of doing this. However, I also believe there might be less women enrolling in military service in the future. I know I couldn't do it.<br />
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3. <i>In looking back at all the blog posts you've written, what's your favorite post <b>title</b>? </i><br />
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Well, that's a difficult one to answers. I must confess, I don't think I have any stellar titles on this blog, but there are quite a few I like from Lind-guistics. I can't decide on just one so I will let you decide. Here are a few of them. Tell me which one you like the best in the comments section, and if you want you can even read a few of the posts. Perhaps the titles will draw you in. <br />
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<a href="http://lind-guistics.blogspot.de/2011/04/my-first-experience-with-certain-o-word.html" target="_blank">My First Experience with a Certain O Word </a><br />
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<a href="http://lind-guistics.blogspot.de/2011/04/im-gonna-freak-yall-out-with-wizards.html" target="_blank">i'm gonna' freak ya'll out with wizards, wacky weed, and jellybeans</a> <br />
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<a href="http://lind-guistics.blogspot.de/2011/04/is-i-better-than-you-and-should-i-freak.html" target="_blank">Is I better than you and should i freak you out? </a><br />
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<a href="http://lind-guistics.blogspot.de/2011/04/s-is-for-eggs-well-sort-of.html" target="_blank">S is for eggs! Well, sort of</a>. <br />
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<i>4. What's worse--overly permissive parents or overly protective parents?
Did your own parents lean more to the permissive or the protective
category? If you're a parent where do you fall?</i><br />
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I think it is worse to be an overly protection parent. Children need to explore, push the limits and make mistakes in order to learn. This is not to say we should let children do whatever they want. If they are engaging in something which is a danger to themselves or others, we need to step in. Therefore, we let them explore but try to be aware of what they are doing at the same time.<br />
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My parents were a bit of both. They were more laid back with me, because I never gave them any reason to worry. They trusted me to make the right decisions. (Of course that doesn't mean I never did anything stupid. I did my fair share, just nothing extreme.) They were a bit more strict with one of my brothers at times, but overall they were middle-of-the-line, leaning toward the permissive end. I, myself, try to be the same way. However, I am not so sure my teenage daughter would agree.<br />
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<i>5. Candlelight-moonlight-firelight-bright lights in the big city...which one's your favorite?</i><br />
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It doesn't matter to me as long as my hubby is with me, but I guess I will go with firelight. Not only do you have the blazing visual but also a nice warmth to cuddle next to.<br />
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<i>6. Dr. Seuss's birthday was celebrated on Saturday. What's a favorite
book you remember (Seuss or otherwise) from your own childhood? Did
books play an important role in your growing up years? Explain.</i><br />
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I loved Dr. Seuss. I mean, what kid from my generation didn't? I liked <b>Green Eggs and Ham</b> and remember having them in school. I once made them for my daughter when she was younger. I also enjoyed The Cat in the Hat. As I got older though, one of my favorites (and perhaps lesser known books of his) was<b> <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/I_Wish_That_I_Had_Duck_Feet" target="_blank">I Wish that I had Duck Feet.</a></b> It is still my favorite today. <br />
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Of course, I was an avid reader as a child. I read Beverly Cleary and loved Judy Blume books. I also remember certain books, such as Where the Wild Things Are, <b></b>How to Eat Fried Worms, Harriet the Spy, Charlie and the Chocolate Factory, etc. When I was older and studying to be an elementary school teacher, I discovered a whole batch of new books that were awesome. Then later as a mother reading books to a kid, I discovered even more great ones. Even to this day I still love children's literature.<br />
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7. To quote Dr. Seuss...</i><br />
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<b><i>"From there to here, and here to there, funny things are everywhere." </i></b></div>
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<b><i>from One Fish Two Fish Red Fish Blue Fish</i></b></div>
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<i>Share something funny you've recently read, seen or heard. </i><br />
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Well, I can't share them, but I've been receiving some funny poems for my Birthday Bash Poetry Contest in honor of Dr. Seuss. If you want to enter, <a href="http://lind-guistics.blogspot.de/2013/03/birthday-bash-poetry-contest.html" target="_blank">CLICK HERE</a> for more information.<br />
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I did, however, read a silly pun list the other day. I'm not sure how funny you'll think these are, but they are all punny.<br />
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I did a theatrical performance about puns. It was a play on words.<br />
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I'm reading a book about anti-gravity. I can't put it down.<br />
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What do you call a dinosaur with an extensive vocabulary? A thesaurus. </div>
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(Here's one that isn't word related.) When you get a bladder infection, urine trouble!<br />
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<span style="font-size: small;"><a href="http://nickwilford.blogspot.de/" target="_blank">Nick Wilford</a>
has put together an anthology with seventy stories of both fiction and
non-fiction as well as poetry about overcoming adversity and is
currently selling it as an eBook (It will also be available in print
soon.) </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;">The anthology is part of a fundraising
effort to send Nick's stepson, Andrew, to a specialist
college in England. </span><span style="font-size: small;"><span id="freeText4006546088821619426">Andrew has cerebral palsy, and is a remarkable young man with a promising future.</span> However, the free further education
options offered in his own country (Scotland) no longer challenge him
nor and allow him to progress. In order to access the education he deserves,
Andrew will have to pay exorbitant fees.</span> <span style="font-size: small;">You can help by purchasing a copy of the book and by sharing this post with other. I know I will.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;"> </span><span style="font-size: small;">If you are in the U.S., the price for the Kindle Edition is only $3.54. Just <a href="http://www.amazon.com/Overcoming-Adversity-Anthology-Andrew-ebook/dp/B00BM62EZA/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1362210134&sr=8-1&keywords=nick+wilford" target="_blank">CLICK HERE</a> to go to the page on Amazon.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;">To order on Amazon in the United Kingdom, <a href="http://www.amazon.co.uk/Overcoming-Adversity-Anthology-Andrew-ebook/dp/B00BM62EZA/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1362210101&sr=8-1" target="_blank">CLICK HERE</a>. The cost is </span><br />
<span class="priceLarge">£2.03.</span><br />
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<span class="priceLarge">It is also available on <a href="https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/290822" target="_blank">SMASHWORDS</a> and <a href="http://www.goodreads.com/book/show/17452314-overcoming-adversity" target="_blank">GOODREADS</a>.</span><br />
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<span class="priceLarge">Oh, and did I mention that it features work by great writers such as <a href="http://the-open-vein-ejwesley.blogspot.de/" target="_blank">E.J. Wesley</a>, </span><span id="freeTextContainer4006546088821619426">Alex
J. Cavanaugh, and Kyra Lennon. There's even a short piece by me. So why
not buy a copy? It's a win-win situation. You get great reading
material and Andrew gets one step closer to his educational needs.</span><br />
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<span id="freeTextContainer4006546088821619426"><br /></span>Linda H.http://www.blogger.com/profile/01005584805379179415noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6625942153236030949.post-86489958398551544612012-11-22T23:58:00.002+01:002012-11-22T23:58:32.220+01:00Gobble gobbleIt's that time of year again! That glorious day when one can stuff
themselves silly. THANSKGIVING! I came across a cute Thanksgiving
cartoon earlier today. To see it, <a href="http://www.funtastic-web.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/10/227490_542308699118038_1571942320_n.jpg" target="_blank">CLICK HERE</a>. (Okay, that says something about my sense of humor, doesn't it.)<br />
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Whether eating turkey or tofurkey or something entirely differently, I wish all my friends and family in the United States a
wonderful Thanksgiving feast and a great day of togetherness.. We celebrated last year but this year we
celebrated St. Martinstag at the beginning of the month. It only seems
fair to alternate traditions. I did, however, bake some sweet potatoes
last week. They were tasty. <br />
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I also took part in a
Gratitude Quilt created by Laura over at Shine the Divine: Creativity is
a Spiritual Practice. She asked people to tell her what they are
thankful for, right there at that moment, and she strung them all
together for Thanksgiving. Over 222 people (from every continent except
Antarctica) have taken place. To see it, <a href="http://www.shinethedivinecreativityisaspiritualpractice.com/2012/11/mega-mobius-gratitude-quilt-2012.html" target="_blank">CLICK HERE.</a><br />
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If
you are reading this, I am thankful that you stopped by. I'll be double
thankful if you leave a comment. Tell me what your menu is today or
what you are doing today or what you love or hate Thanksgiving or a
special memory of Thanksgiving or your favorite food on this day or what
you are thankful for or...well, you get the idea. Tell me whatever you
want related to Thanksgiving and then go have a good gobble gobble time.<br />
<br />Linda H.http://www.blogger.com/profile/01005584805379179415noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6625942153236030949.post-79167760375223313462012-10-19T00:48:00.002+02:002012-10-19T00:48:49.443+02:00100/100 - FinishedThis is my last post for the 100 Days of Summer Project. I hope you've enjoyed my photos.<br />
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I've finished.<br />
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Some of the other participants are continuing the project with 100 Days of Fall/Winter, but I've already committed to other things in November and December is always a crazy month. Perhaps I will join in again in the Spring.<br />
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<br />Linda H.http://www.blogger.com/profile/01005584805379179415noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6625942153236030949.post-54339675807313616522012-10-18T23:30:00.001+02:002012-10-18T23:30:34.787+02:0099/100 - WolfachIn my last post I showed you a few night shots of Wolfach. Here is what it looks like during the day.<br />
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On Saturday we were blessed with beautiful weather, perfect for motorcycle riding and hiking.<br />
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Unfortunately, we spent Sunday riding home in the rain. My motorcycle jacket and pants are waterproof. Whereas some complained their hands were wet and stained from their gloves, mine were fine. But my feet! My boot sucks! I hadn't thought to bring boot covers. My socks and feet were soaking wet.<br />
<br />Linda H.http://www.blogger.com/profile/01005584805379179415noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6625942153236030949.post-30479114712867899222012-10-17T11:56:00.001+02:002012-10-17T11:56:53.363+02:0095-98/100 - Motorcycle TripTwo weekends ago we went on our annual motorcycle trip. It was a small group this year-- just 5 couples and no children. Originally we started these trips in order to visit all the Michelaus in Germany (and one in Luxembourg). Now that we've accomplished that goal we just pick any town or festival. This year we were in Wolfach. On Friday night after dinner we all took a walk around town. Of course, I had my camera along. This is the view from the bridge at night. Doesn't it look beautiful?<br />
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Next to the bridge were lamposts. This one caught everyone's eye, because it was decorated with threads of spider web all around it.</div>
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If you look closer you can see that there were several large spiders in there. </div>
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Here is a close-up of one of them. It seems this town doesn't need to decorate for Halloween. The spiders have done the work for them.<br />
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Like I said in an earlier post <a href="http://lindas-life-otos.blogspot.de/2012/09/58-66100-closer-and-closer-and-closer.html">(click here to read it)</a>, those spiders seem to be everywhere.<br />
Linda H.http://www.blogger.com/profile/01005584805379179415noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6625942153236030949.post-87966211978828207872012-10-13T22:15:00.002+02:002012-10-13T22:23:33.357+02:0093-94/100 - Autumn leaves<br />
Rusty reds brighten the town.<br />
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Linda H.http://www.blogger.com/profile/01005584805379179415noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6625942153236030949.post-52739173045189500252012-10-13T22:00:00.001+02:002012-10-13T22:01:31.355+02:0089-92/100 - Autumn ApplesI took these pictures at the Apfelmarkt in Rudersberg.<br />
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And at an apple festival what else would you use for a vase?<br />
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These are some of the apples we picked from our own apple tree. Yummy! Time for Apfelstrudel. Apple galette. Baked apples. Cinnamon apple crisp. Apple sauce...<br />
<br />Linda H.http://www.blogger.com/profile/01005584805379179415noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6625942153236030949.post-5763999988800312162012-10-13T21:30:00.001+02:002012-10-13T21:33:10.251+02:0087-88/100 - Watch your StepI spotted this mosaic while walking in the pedestrian area in Aalen. If you look at the upper left hand side of the photo you can see the corner of another. There were several in a row. <br />
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I wish I'd taken pictures of the others.<br />
<br />Linda H.http://www.blogger.com/profile/01005584805379179415noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6625942153236030949.post-51554750079619843202012-10-13T21:05:00.003+02:002012-10-13T21:05:31.057+02:0086/100 - Branching outI love trees. Especially gnarly trees.<br />
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As soon as I saw this tree I had to take a picture. I like the way the branches extend. I played around with a few different effects. This is just one of them. I am keeping my favorite just for me.<br />
<br />Linda H.http://www.blogger.com/profile/01005584805379179415noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6625942153236030949.post-43420133483608521362012-10-03T23:54:00.000+02:002012-10-03T23:56:29.580+02:0085/100 - RudiOne of our neighbors has a few goats. The one in the foreground is called Rudi. I love the way he looks with his beard and long horns.<br />
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Sometimes when we go walking in the hills they are out grazing. The other goats usually ignore us, but Rudi always comes over to say hello.Linda H.http://www.blogger.com/profile/01005584805379179415noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6625942153236030949.post-45368200855927902572012-10-03T23:34:00.001+02:002012-10-04T00:02:43.582+02:0081-84/100 Going GrungeHere is the photo I posted yesterday. It was taken when we were at Olympic Park im Munich, Germany.<br />
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I thought I'd have a little fun and grunge it up a bit.<br />
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Which one do you like best?<br />
<br />Linda H.http://www.blogger.com/profile/01005584805379179415noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6625942153236030949.post-58479544515386779252012-10-03T23:18:00.000+02:002012-10-03T23:18:19.110+02:0080/100 - Olympic ParkOutside at Olympic Park (Munich, Germany)<br />
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<br />Linda H.http://www.blogger.com/profile/01005584805379179415noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6625942153236030949.post-37919896301895494752012-10-03T22:57:00.000+02:002012-10-03T22:57:00.474+02:0077-79/100 - Beyond the Hamster WheelDid you see my last post of the human hamster wheel? If not, you can see it by clicking <a href="http://lindas-life-otos.blogspot.de/2012/10/76100-being-hamster.html">THIS LINK</a>.<br />
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Here are more old pics from the Deutsches Museum in Munich.<br />
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Linda H.http://www.blogger.com/profile/01005584805379179415noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6625942153236030949.post-64175029205972301262012-10-03T22:38:00.001+02:002012-10-03T22:38:14.709+02:0076/100 - Being a HamsterAnother old photo:<br />
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<br />Linda H.http://www.blogger.com/profile/01005584805379179415noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6625942153236030949.post-33031361686858800132012-10-03T22:30:00.000+02:002012-10-03T22:30:01.403+02:0075/100 - Surprising SceneryFound on the side of the road.<br />
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<br />Linda H.http://www.blogger.com/profile/01005584805379179415noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6625942153236030949.post-54738984476605905352012-10-03T22:24:00.000+02:002012-10-03T22:24:07.643+02:0074/100 - On the GoOften on a Sunday we go hiking or bicycle riding, either alone or with friends. Somewhere along the way we find a park or just a bench to enjoy our packed lunch.<br />
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In looking through old files I came across this photo. Year ago we used to frequent this place often with another family. It's only about a half hour ride from home so it was easy for the children to bike out there. Some of them would then play in the creek there.<br />
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I'd almost forgotten about it. I am glad I take so many photos. They serve as my second memory bank. <br />
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<br />Linda H.http://www.blogger.com/profile/01005584805379179415noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6625942153236030949.post-91705643846558339682012-09-27T14:44:00.003+02:002012-09-27T14:44:43.534+02:0073/100 - Stefl and LindlInstead of Hansel and Gretel...Stefl and Lindl. Don't we look silly?<br />
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<br />Linda H.http://www.blogger.com/profile/01005584805379179415noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6625942153236030949.post-85921975458676501282012-09-27T14:04:00.002+02:002012-09-27T14:04:45.645+02:0071/100 - Giddy Up!I was looking through old photographs and found this pic of our former neighbors' horse.<br />
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