No one knows who is listening, say nothing you would not wish put in the newspapers.

I never thought having a flat tire 6 miles away from home would be fun. But guess what? It totally was! Not at first though. I walked my bike to the nearest town from school and asked an old, portly looking fellow who was working on his car if he could help me. He pumped it right up for me and I biked away smiling. Not three minutes later I look down and it's flat to the ground once again. I half-heartedly laughed but I was feeling cranky because it was so humid today and I was sticky. I don't like being sticky. But what could I do? What I did was walk and walk and walk and kept walking while my bike squeaked the entire way. Once I made it into Wegberg I happened to walk right by a run down building with a few old guys standing outside and about 100 bicycles. I stopped and asked for help of course!!! I managed to tell them practically everything about myself that I knew how to say in German and they stood there with their dirty overalls and scruffy beards, listening patiently. I left my bike with them and walked away with a grin, thanking the Lord for an interesting situation. As I was walking home I decided to complete the day by waving quite energetically to a man hanging out of his window while in fact, he was waving to his 4 year old daughter behind me. I love it. I really do. And now I'm eating an entire bag of crackers and looking forward to snuggling up in my bed with a good book. I wish Boogie was here to snuggle with me though. Wow, I'm so thirsty!!! It must be the obscene amount of salt I'm currently intaking. On a different note, the last few weeks were spent in preparation for Jojo's first communion and it went splendidly. She was so beautiful. We had a wonderfully fancy party at the house with a cook, a waitress and a maid bustling around with trays serving us drinks and we had a 4 course lunch served to us as well. I haven't even mentioned the dessert and coffee! Ah, it was splendid. I sat in the garden and spoke German with men in suits, had great conversations with a toddler, and throughout the day as I played with the kids in the bunny cage, swung on the hammock and jumped on the trampoline, managed to shred my tights to pieces. I literally had to throw them right into the trash can. Though it has been far too long, and I have written far too little to actually say sometime about my life, my heart or anything of importance, my eyes don't like the screen anymore. I must be off to read! In English. I'm learning about German adjective patterns right now and I'm not very happy about it.