I am so mad!! The restaurant that I lost my camera at says they can't find it and that no one ever remembers telling me that it was there. OHHH I hate this! What's worse is I know it has to be there because since we are moving out, we are going through every little corner and box of our house. There is no way it is misplaced here. And... here we are with two weeks left of our life in Deutschland and I am having to use our ancient camera that takes 4 AA batteries and goes through them like crazy. It tells me I have an error constantly and now I just looked at the pictures and half of them are blurry. All of my remembrance pictures are going to be blurry. My neighbor says I should call the polezi and ask them what to do about the restaurant, but I am afraid it won't do any good. Especially since we leave in such a short time. I will get a new one when we get there to Georgia, but I refuse to pay the Euro price for it here, when it is half the price in the states.
Anyway, I am going to put up some blurry pictures and hopefully I don't get too frustrated with them. Steve and I saw that the boys needed haircuts the other day, and Steve asked if he should cut their hair as short as he cuts his. I didn't see a problem with that since we are going somewhere very hot and they have always worn their hair short anyway. He said, are you sure you want it that short, it is very short, and I said why not. It will grow back. I guess I didn't realize how short it was. All our friends and neighbors have been asking what happened to their hair. I am sure they think the boys have lice or something. Nope. They just want to look like Dad.
We wanted to get the old man look with just the top cut off. hahaDon't the eyes just add to the look? On Nathan's too. Jacob didn't need a haircut that day, so he is still looking quite normal.
I am also sharing one of our memorable German pictures with you. This is the fastest we can go in the van. We are on the Autobahn, which much to most peoples surprise just means freeway in Germany. It is not one special street where you can go as fast as you want. It is the word for all the freeways in the whole country. I thought it was one street when I first got here, and my sister Laura thought the same thing until she came a couple of weeks ago, so I wanted to make sure that everyone who knows me knows what an autobahn is. :)
This is about 118 mph. Our van handles it without a problem, and the people in the van don't even feel like they are going very fast. Boy are we going to miss the cars and the speed here.