Tuesday night in Oetingen

Marc has just returned from Swedish lessons, and I have not made it into bed yet. I have been busy on working on presentations for various seminars in the coming month.. but about 2 hours ago, my brain crashed and I have only been able to get the internet social functions and trivia components of my forebrain to reboot.

Turns out my hens want more proteins.. so, they are on egg strike until they get more protein rich feed. Awaiting a new delivery tomorrow, I have been feeding them stale old energy bars. They like the peanutbutter ones the most.

My friend Nancy Farzan from San Fransisco visited on Saturday, with her Belgian boyfriend. I think she is thinking of becoming a Belgian housewife too. This blog is dedicated to Nancy.

Cycling highlight this summer

A rainy day in Oetingen

I actually do not have time to start blogging.. but procrastination is a way to get these life trivia done. So, here we go. A house wife in Oetingen. Not one of those fantastic little Belgian women, who polish their sidewalks with toothbrush, wash windows and remove weeds with tweezers every day. Not one of those wifes who has lunch ready for her husband when he comes home from his bicycle ride with his hubbies.
No.. I think my disturbing un-wife like features drives my slightly compulsive obsessive husband mad at times. Like running around on bare feet when it is freezing and weat outside, and forgetting to turn the ligth of in the cellar. And getting a rooster in with the 3 hens.. thus feeding a bird that wakes him up at 4:30 am with 'cukoo' and does not even give eggs. The other hens are not giving any eggs either, so I am according to my friend John's recommendation giving them hot food every day..
So, with this totally random uninteresting introduction to my blogger career, there is hope, because I can not but improve.