More Things that Bother Courtney

I'm in a poopy mood. I spent all day baking a cake that ended up weighing 20lbs, easy. Plus I may have burnt it a little bit. Plus, it only rose to approximately 1/2". Plus, I decorated it with candy, so I had all these open bags of candy around, so I ate some....okay, lots. Plus, Josh went to the Belgian Bar on base (ha! alliteration) without me (I NEED A CAR!!!), so I drank his last beer at the house. Now my stomach is full of jelly beans and beer, and I may puke. Or poop all night. I don't know, but it's awfully gurgly, and I don't feel the greatest.

So, seeing as how I'm in a poopy mood (figuratively, and most likely soon-to-be literally), I feel like griping some more. So here I go.

1. I hate it when people type "bwahahaha" or "bahahaha". Mostly because it reminds me of somebody that I really really really don't like. Plus it just irks me.

2. Please quit naming your child retarded names. Pretty soon, we're going to have people named Blexlina, Falafel, and Triskadelphia.

3. Also, please quit spelling your child's name like that. The name "Jane" should not have a number, a symbol, 4 extra vowels, and a z.

4. I have said it before, and I'll say it again: your is possessive, and you're means 'you are'.

5. I just took a break from blogging, because the Mister came home from work. He brought home the mail. In the mail was a German bill for €137 for riding in an ambulance to the hospital when I broke my ankle. This bothers me greatly.

6. Forgetting to check if there is any toilet paper before I sit down.

7. Buttered popcorn jelly beans. Why?!?

8. It really bothers me when Josh trims his beard. He leaves beard bits all over the bathroom sink, and the shelf over the sink (where I keep my toothbrush). Yes, he was born in a barn.

9. Whenever we buy a case of German beer on base, it comes with a freebie. Typically it's a free glass (but we have gotten t-shirts and a barbecue set before). Also, when we go on wine walks and tastings, we get free wine glasses. I have a cupboard full of freebie glasses. 75% of them have to be hand-washed. I'm really lazy. But Josh (and most of our guests) drink out of glasses when they have beer. That means the next day I am hand-washing enough glasses to make me feel like an 1860s saloon wench.

10. Not having enough money to do and buy everything I want. Someone send me some money. I'll send you happy thoughts in exchange. I'm sure I'll get over my funk just in time to cash the check.

Issues

I am Courtney, and I am a complainer.

I really try not to be. I hate it when other people complain. But dammit, sometimes it's just so easy. Now, I'm a happy person. I love life. I love where I am in this world. I love my house, and my family, and friends, etc. etc. etc.

But I would like to complain about some things. Yeah yeah, another post in which I complain about silly things that have no bearing on life. Stuff it.

So, here are some issues I'm having with my house.

1. All of the countertops in the kitchen, and all of the bathroom sinks, were apparently built for midgets. Now, I'm an Amazon of a woman, but I really think it's slightly ridiculous for the kitchen counters to be crotch-high. Makes for some difficult baking.

2. Tile floors. This really is not the house's fault - just a problem with the family dynamics. The 1st and 2nd floors are all tile (which will be AWESOME in the winter, because they're heated). This means that pet-hair tumbleweeds form in less than 12 hours. I hate cleaning, and now I have to sweep every day. Suck. First thing on my Christmas list this year? A roomba. It's going to happen, people.

3. Stupid freaking tiny German washing machines with English instructions, only the instructions are for a different model of the same brand of washing machines. Somehow my whites just aren't getting as white.

4. Apparently, we have crazy German neighbors. Our landlord & his wife (who are extremely nice, good people) live next door to us. Well, across the street from them, lives a mean old goat, his wife, and the meanest little dog from hell. The old man yelled at Josh on Day 2 of us being here, because Josh was walking Sasha in front of the man's house, without a leash. (at least, that's what Josh could decipher was the reason) Although, every other German we've seen with a dog NEVER uses a leash. But anyway, we asked our landlord about this old man, and he says, "Oh, he is just a horrible, horrible, crazy man." So, now we don't feel so bad about letting Sasha off her leash. Besides, our landlord never has his dog on a leash. Also, apparently the crazy neighbors like to yell at each other. A lot. Outside...

5. Storage space. Germans just do not believe in closets. Thankfully there are just two of us, because there is no room for any more stuff (even though this house is flipping HUGE). We do have an attic, but apparently the Mister has an attic phobia. And I can't really climb up a ladder carrying heavy things, because of The Ankle.

6. German electrical plugs. Few and far between. Makes laying on the couch for while surfing the internet very inconvenient....well, if doing so for more than 3 hours....not that I ever do that, or anything...

7. Windows. Now, I love the German windows. They can open from the side, or from the top. And, the weather is so nice, we can leave the windows open all the time (houses don't have A/C here). HOWEVER, Germans do not do window screens. I have no idea why, but this fact means that we constantly have to deal with flies in the house. Which, actually, is just fine with Rufus. He gets to play Hunter all day long.

And......I think that's all the complaining I can do right now. It really takes it out of me.

Especially since, all in all, I LOVE this house, and I'm 100 times happier here than I ever was in stupid Dayton.