Dora Birthday Wording

chaos everywhere you look ...

There are disasters, We all know that.

There is such and such, and everything can be managed anywhere, but shit only when they appear concentrated.

The chaos of life of our family, once again brought to a point.

Weeks of excitement before Ralf's fortieth birthday. Everything was organized, structured, was freezing ass (you remember: Build all-zero temperatures, beverage supplier is late, four hours in bitter cold, and it honestly took another four hours until my lower extremities, back in the living room thawed !)

far, so good.

In the night I grope towards the toilet, because keeps me on my mother-in: the furnace is broken. Like now, broken?

I look pure, and gentle trickle of water pours over the flames. The outer wall of the environmental pump is broken, and so cheerful a flowing - thinner - water jet further into the furnace. And how you mend the walls of an oven? Welding is in stone somewhere, so not advisable, unintelligent and rather ineffective.

matter, a solution can be found safe. I returned to bed, sleep, rest, tomorrow is a stressful day. If time will tell, will attack.

would I probably better not to think.

hubby is at some point in the morning, a "this may well not be true!" And I am wide awake again. Seconds later the bedroom door was flung open, and says a grave voice: "We have five centimeters of fresh snow"

Thank God we have built the booth for the pork to be grilled yesterday. Outside, it looks like in a Christmas picture book. Really nice, but I wish the snow to where the pepper grows. Or even further, preferably to the moon. But because he disturbs no, right?

Great discussion in the kitchen, as you might well mend the leak in the furnace. The phone rings.

I look at the screen suspiciously. No number appears, but I assume that ran anyway. It is Loni, the landlord of our party rooms.

"We have a problem."

Not again! I fight here, still with the problems that has brought this day already!

"The heating is not," she says plaintively. "I tried everything but the radiator does not get warm! And Ullrich does not answer, only the answering machine "(Ullrich is their heating installer)

Ralf comes in, looks at me. I look back and hand him the phone without saying a word.

Remember, yesterday I've been frozen at the waiting on the beverage suppliers the ass. Oh great. Klapper party.

re-organized much discussion, radiators and heater fan, Ralf heats go to the hut to get warm.

It is 12:00 clock. High Noon. The Schweinebrater

appears, with pork, barbecue and Accessories. A sigh of relief - finally something is smooth. I see my husband and our grill master and then move from breathing through strongly again.

Then I stand before my food processor and put the ingredients into it for my Chimichuri. Press a button and - nothing.

No! No, this is not true! Crappy technology!!

Even as I explore my machine is a tractor - more specifically, our tractor - gebrettert to the yard, and my husband crashed to the kitchen.

"Now, we have a huge problem, "he said.

I'm ready to keep my head in the oven. Pretty hot, but at least with a light sprinkling again.

"What?" I groan.

"Power!"

"What?"

"The barbecue takes power," Ralf is plucked, the short hair. "And Loni has no connection for them!"

I wonder if it is the right time to tell him that my food processor also does not want and move it discreetly to the rear.

"We need a generator!" The husband yells gods now, he is at the end of his nerves.

Me too.

Good thing the fire department has something and we able to get a generator borrowed. As you can see again, why is such a good phone!

While the tractor back from there, buzzing around the unit to organize I manage to trick seventeen, bring the food processor going. A screw is rotated into the plastic, and it works again. Not quite fine, but as long as it goes, who cares then?

The Moppel - ie power generator from the fire department - the way, was still taken in time, the pig turned, and all were satisfied.

The party was also very nice, not least because the heating then against sechzehn clock will still work.

As Chris, our Schweinebrater said - a catastrophe is a catastrophe that can not be solved in time. Just in time to the party everything was done.

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So, I will actually make a record again.

On a special colleague, I will continue my Chaos Days now publish on the internet, so get other people to laugh at something.

Today: The breakdown

Another day in the life of our family chaos-trotting slowly but in quantum leaps on his eagerly awaited end.

Just before it made Lueder Plonk. I just thought that everyone can say yes, and I kept going. Just think no evil cause.
I knew, after all, not that I'm already stuck on my butt. Or rather, somewhere else.
from short-ground pool was unfortunately still on Plonk spat and Ratter to do so. Since then spat and chatter related to purely mathematical Plonk rarely seen in a positive sign I ran out to the floor Teicher turn right, once around the car around - flat tire. Thank God only at the bottom.

car I am very technically a zero double zero the end result was clear: PANIC !!!!!

phone out, called home. It hooted. And hooted. Then it tooted also elsewhere: a coming of backwards driver was not very responsive and sounded his horn because I had not turned on warning lights or warning triangle or set up. Yes because even when ?!?!?! My specialty is COMPUTER!

SchwieMu reported at length after the seventh mobile phone and other car Tuten - believed I no longer have it, I mean, it's there - and I could finally, finally give a small bright spot: Ralf's cousin was right there was my SchwieVa chauffeured back to me (because Ralf yes now had the car !!!). Then came her question: do you have a spare tire? Spare tire? Where is because the? Na in the trunk somewhere! And woooooooo!

Half inner lining ripped out (although it is technically not possible that the tire could be in a twenty centimeters by twenty centimeters door, no matter, I've put up everything that was there, and Jupp heidi, the warning triangle found) then light bulb over my head, certainly below! You sheep !!!!!
Since the stupid mat on the bottom floor is equipped with so stupid was snap-metal bars, of course, first pretty broken fingernail, almost with attached finger to it. But is not seen just as bad, the nail was already too long, saving lengthy manicure ...

And then: the spare tire is actually heal? * Ponders * Sometime in the distant past had my hubby that is worth most times down a broken spare tire in the car (I was later informed: that was the Ford Sierra, which has for many years now reached the clearing at the other end of the path added). And again - PANIC!

foreman called Olli, Ralf has to call back IMMEDIATELY!

far, so good. While my savior made their way I built the darn warning triangle, which was not that easy because Tüddelkram contraption. (I swear that I will not happen again! Now I exercise every three weeks!) Is it just me or does it generally against stupid, if you trot in the middle of a deserted country road with a colorful plastic part around the area? Even when I

in proper distance of 50m (yes, I know it was outside a built-up area, there it is actually 500, but then I would have to run around the curve through the intersection, and would have been umgenietet at my good fortune by a truck), the fun frame hinstellte came the cavalry.

father has screwed off, Andrea has brought the jack in place (she goes stubble race, very useful, because it builds up their carts themselves with) and I practiced in the tougher watching.

midst called Ralf, my new phone and did what it always does when I get a call gaaaaanz important: it's "Tilt" and go out. Just before I wanted to smash it on the street's went well at last. Ralf has only understood a word of what I babbled I have thought and I am somewhere in the boonies and I am crying and hyperventilating. The usual response to auto mechanic break.

I actually blocks surprised when he also showed up on our farm. In the midst of a "I give a brandy on the rescuers' round. One can say of him what you want, but in a situation like he bangs immediately release because he is worried. I can only be glad that he has not broken the buck's neck.

Well, that was the squeaking and spat report.

on you next time!

Talyn