So my newest, and probably least favorite word to date, is "Chiffre". I just looked it up and the translation is... "box number", but that doesn't sound right. To explain, I've been looking for apartments in the newspaper in Göttingen. All the really interesting apartments have a "Chiffre" number, which means I have to write a letter, in which I'm sure I unwillingly admit that I'm a foreigner, walk to the post office (driving there only leads to parking frustration and Brett saying, "Oh, Heather, it really isn't that far away!"), wait forever in line, pay my 55 cents, go back outside and admit that the barking idiot dog was mine. I have no responses to show for my efforts, no appointments to check out any apartments and yet I continue. Why? Because my husband says he's proud of me and appreciates my effort. On a much larger scale, this reminds me of our work here in Western Europe. Our church membership is still not in the thousands, and no one walks up to us and says, "so who's this Jesus guy?", but we continue. Why? Because our loving Father in heaven appreciates our efforts, feable as they may be.
So I just couldn't resist putting this one in.
And this just has a hilarious story. "Hey now", anyone familiar with the song? From the Shrek soundtrack? Fiona was always wanting me to sing it for her and well, I couldn't remember the lyrics. So I bought it from itunes and she listens to it over and over and over again (usually no more than 3 times, though). That would be cute enough, but she acutally sings along with the chorus!!! It cracks me up, but doing anything she's supposed to in front of a rolling camera, well, you saw the Christmas greeting!
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Hey, is that a pink ipod in the picture?! Oh...it looks black. Nice boots, NONA! Heather, the idea of you walking to the post office with dog, child, and letter in tow for no response leaves me in stitches. Sorry to laugh at your misfortune, but it happens.
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