Grrr... and Just Say No.

Okay.. as of today it has been 3 weeks since we have had internet in the house. And we still. Don't. Have. It. As you can imagine, it is beyond annoying now, especially considering the internet is the only way I have contact to my family and friends back in the States. Of course, I am on-line for a couple hours a day sometimes by stealing the WiFi from Starbucks, but when I am on, it's usually around 1:30 in the afternoon US EST.. so of course, no one is rarely on to chat with. So yeah, that is a major dilemma I have been dealing with for the past 3 weeks, and just so you all know, I DESPERATELY look forward to the time when I'll be able to Skype with you all again! Alright, with that major frustration voiced, it's time to move on.

With no easy 'on-ramp' to the information super highway, I obviously have not been posting much lately. I apologize for that. All though I will be honest, not too much has been going on with me lately to tell about. But, alas, we're both here, so might as well fill you on the small little things that have been happening with me here in der Vaterland.

Last week Bertus had a full week off from work, so he (luckily) came up to Bonn :) I went over to hang out with him last Tuesday night and took a few things over for the two of us to eat (aka Caprese, considering I practically force Bertus to eat it with me all the time and am pretty much constantly craving it). While there I told him that I wanted to pick up a new hobby, and while I was at it, I would try to become more 'European', the whole kill two birds with one stone idea. What was this "European" hobby you ask? Smoking. Now before you start to jump to conclusions (mother!) please continue reading. So I told Bertus that I had been thinking about becoming a smoker since it seems like sooo many people still smoke here (Europeans are too cool to think of dumb little things like lung cancer so smoking is still popular and found in almost all bars/clubs. Also, skin cancer seems to not be a concern either, because once again, Europeans are too cool for sunscreen.. but I digress). Anyway, where was I? So I told Bertus that I wanted to start smoking as my new hobby. He immediately looked at me with a face like I was an idiot and said "first of all, smoking is not a "hobby" and second of all, are you fucking kidding me?" When I told him I was serious, and after giving me a look like I was being ridiculous for about 10 minutes (Bertus is--thank God--a non-smoker also), he dug around in a small drawer of his and pulled out a lone cigarette that has probably been in there for god knows how long. He then found a lighter and handed them both to me with this expression that he was thoroughly disgusted with me, but wasn't going to fight me over it. Since he had handed it to me in his room, I just lit it up without a second though. Bertus' eyes then got big and he yelled "what the fuck are you doing?!" and I replied "uh.. I'm smoking?" and he then yelled at me to go outside. So I my lone cigarette and I went to his small office room, opened the window, and I began to smoke. After just the very first puff I felt dizzy and by the third one I put it out and decided that smoking, after-all, was not for me. This wasn't the first time I have ever smoked a cigarette of course (sorry, mom), but it has been a really, really long time... not too mention, sober? So yeah. I quickly returned to Bertus' room where he was there to greet me with a look of absolute disapproval and "I told you so". So thus began and ended my short smoking career. Honestly, I don't understand why people ever start smoking. It's disgusting, your fingers smell like it, your hair, everything. Not too mention it kills you. So for all you young ones out there reading this, don't ever start smoking. It's seriously disgusting and you look like an idiot considering it's not the 80s anymore. I'm so glad I'm not a smoker, and even happier that Bertus isn't :) And even though I was thinking about smoking because it was "European", I quickly remembered some other things that are "European" that I would never be caught dead doing/wearing no matter what: mullets, fanny-packs and men wearing capri pants. (Seriously, they apparently didn't get the memo that those things make you look like a f'ing douche-tard). With that said, I'm going to face the rain and head back to the internetless house. Hope all is well with everyone back home and I will try to post again soon with something more interesting than my failed (thankfully) attempt at picking up a gross and pointless habit. :P Miss and Love you all! xoxox Megs