Ailie in the Hovel!
My dad has been showing everyone he meets in his daily travels my emails. As the english woman from my german class would say, 'sehr sehr peinlich, that's what it is peinlich.' She learns by repitition. Dad now also believes that I write an email like a german person writes an email. How he knows this I wouldn't have a clue and I thought the fact that I wrote it in english would have thrown him off the german scent. Criticism has been rudely thrown across my email attempts by my father and all those he has shown in his daily routines due to my poor, lacking in proper care keyboard. I had a very temperamental 'i' key. I thought that it gave me a very cool laid back gangster feel.
Deutschland sucht den Superstar is really bad.
Being an au pair can be very boring. Due this I have been reading books. I like this though, a feeling of learning new words and how to use them in sentences. Also a bonus is that I can read whatever books I like and for the pure enjoyment of it. Last year, the dreaded but in reality not so bad and went by really quick year that was year 12, I was forced to read books. I read them, I somewhat enjoyed them the first time but the second and maybe third times not so much. I need time to forget them between readings. Otherwise I become lazy. I look at the top of the page and think, oh I know whats coming. And skip.
Being abroad is good for your independence but not for your hands. Au pair work is rough on the hands due to the 'moderate housework' thats is recquired. I think I'm too fragile to be an au pair.
I went to london for a week when I had been abandoned by my host family who decided to go skiing. They chose not to take the aussie, who can't ski and doesn't like the snow as it is really cold, along with them. Can you believe it?! Highlights of the trip include seeing prince charles at the tower of london and the queen and the president of ghana at Buckingham Palace. I am a very lucky girl indeed.
I live in a small town outside the city of Ulm, south of germany. I am an au pair for a family who has three kids. I am pretty much the 'back' of my host mum, I do all the lifting and carrying, as hers is stuffed. The baby is big and there are many stairs. Only been about three months but now have terminator style muscles.
The sorts of things I do in my daily routine include continually it seems set the table for lunch and dinner and breakfast, change nappies, play, draw, sing, wash hands, faces teeth, build sandcastles, clean up from the playing, drawing and building of sandcastles. Perks of the job include giving the bubba his milk at night, I could eat him, that adorable and with lashes like a camel. And days off are awesome even if I just sit in the Munsterplatz and read while the hustle and bustle of Ulm passes by. (There's not much hustle and even less bustle.)
For easter we drove in the car six hours north to visit relatives. A VW is only so big and six hours seems like sixty six. Was given time off once we eventually made it there and got to see Cologne and Dusseldorf. I went cruising on the Rhine, up a television tower, to a chocolate museum (the meanest place in the world; the chocolate was behind glass), museum ludwig and shopping. Being on the infamous German autobahn was as cool as I thought it would be. Average speed of the journey, around 180 kms.
Deutschland sucht den Superstar gets worse every week. Max B just murdered 'Suspicious Minds.' He'll probably win.
I miss Farmer's Union Iced Coffee and football.
I don't want to imagine what my handwriting will be like next year when I have to pick up a pen again. It will be a very confused script indeed. Here, when I do write it's fake. I conjure up an image of comic sans slash reception teacher on a blackboard. Oh how I long for the day when I can return to writing so that all my letters look the same and only I can read it.
German kids and Australian kids laugh at the same things. (The ones I know anyway.)
Sorry to disappoint all loyal readers of Ani's life in the hovel. I am not as witty nor as good a writer. However, never fear, by the end of the year and after I have slowly chewed my way through the Fremdsprachen section of the Ulm stadtbibliothek I will be nearing her level of expertise in the area of blogging and writing in general.
I am sure I have far more intersting things to write seeing as I do do interesting things. But alas as I said earlier the giant mass of white before me and the immensity of the task, to contribute to the hovel, was too much for a simple au pair girl.
Love to all my little adelaidians,
ailie
My dad has been showing everyone he meets in his daily travels my emails. As the english woman from my german class would say, 'sehr sehr peinlich, that's what it is peinlich.' She learns by repitition. Dad now also believes that I write an email like a german person writes an email. How he knows this I wouldn't have a clue and I thought the fact that I wrote it in english would have thrown him off the german scent. Criticism has been rudely thrown across my email attempts by my father and all those he has shown in his daily routines due to my poor, lacking in proper care keyboard. I had a very temperamental 'i' key. I thought that it gave me a very cool laid back gangster feel.
Deutschland sucht den Superstar is really bad.
Being an au pair can be very boring. Due this I have been reading books. I like this though, a feeling of learning new words and how to use them in sentences. Also a bonus is that I can read whatever books I like and for the pure enjoyment of it. Last year, the dreaded but in reality not so bad and went by really quick year that was year 12, I was forced to read books. I read them, I somewhat enjoyed them the first time but the second and maybe third times not so much. I need time to forget them between readings. Otherwise I become lazy. I look at the top of the page and think, oh I know whats coming. And skip.
Being abroad is good for your independence but not for your hands. Au pair work is rough on the hands due to the 'moderate housework' thats is recquired. I think I'm too fragile to be an au pair.
I went to london for a week when I had been abandoned by my host family who decided to go skiing. They chose not to take the aussie, who can't ski and doesn't like the snow as it is really cold, along with them. Can you believe it?! Highlights of the trip include seeing prince charles at the tower of london and the queen and the president of ghana at Buckingham Palace. I am a very lucky girl indeed.
I live in a small town outside the city of Ulm, south of germany. I am an au pair for a family who has three kids. I am pretty much the 'back' of my host mum, I do all the lifting and carrying, as hers is stuffed. The baby is big and there are many stairs. Only been about three months but now have terminator style muscles.
The sorts of things I do in my daily routine include continually it seems set the table for lunch and dinner and breakfast, change nappies, play, draw, sing, wash hands, faces teeth, build sandcastles, clean up from the playing, drawing and building of sandcastles. Perks of the job include giving the bubba his milk at night, I could eat him, that adorable and with lashes like a camel. And days off are awesome even if I just sit in the Munsterplatz and read while the hustle and bustle of Ulm passes by. (There's not much hustle and even less bustle.)
For easter we drove in the car six hours north to visit relatives. A VW is only so big and six hours seems like sixty six. Was given time off once we eventually made it there and got to see Cologne and Dusseldorf. I went cruising on the Rhine, up a television tower, to a chocolate museum (the meanest place in the world; the chocolate was behind glass), museum ludwig and shopping. Being on the infamous German autobahn was as cool as I thought it would be. Average speed of the journey, around 180 kms.
Deutschland sucht den Superstar gets worse every week. Max B just murdered 'Suspicious Minds.' He'll probably win.
I miss Farmer's Union Iced Coffee and football.
I don't want to imagine what my handwriting will be like next year when I have to pick up a pen again. It will be a very confused script indeed. Here, when I do write it's fake. I conjure up an image of comic sans slash reception teacher on a blackboard. Oh how I long for the day when I can return to writing so that all my letters look the same and only I can read it.
German kids and Australian kids laugh at the same things. (The ones I know anyway.)
Sorry to disappoint all loyal readers of Ani's life in the hovel. I am not as witty nor as good a writer. However, never fear, by the end of the year and after I have slowly chewed my way through the Fremdsprachen section of the Ulm stadtbibliothek I will be nearing her level of expertise in the area of blogging and writing in general.
I am sure I have far more intersting things to write seeing as I do do interesting things. But alas as I said earlier the giant mass of white before me and the immensity of the task, to contribute to the hovel, was too much for a simple au pair girl.
Love to all my little adelaidians,
ailie
my name as typed by the previously temperamental keyboard, ale
2 comments:
Vielen dank fur Ihren Post, Frau Ailie. Hrm, es scheint, dass Sie sehr witzig, klug und naturlich auch schon sind. Ich mag am meisten Ihre duetsche-wortern. Ach, entschuldigung Sie, ich bin Hans und ich wohne auch in Ulm, um Ulm und um Ulm herum. Vielleicht konnen wir treffen und ein verabredung haben? Ich bin 40 J.A., verheiratet, und habe viel Geld, aber kein lust mehr fur meine Frau.
Kusschen, Hans
Hallo! Ich bin Wolfgang, und ich habe dich bei den Fremdspracheteil gesehen. WILLST DU MICH VERHEIRATEN? J/N?? (du musst hunde magen, ich habe vierundzwanzig)
OB NEIN, DENN DASS DOCH SEHR SEHR PEINLICH IST!!!
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