To Pee or not To Pee

I had to drive to Germany for work on Friday. I stopped at a pull-over rest stop to make a call (it's illegal to talk on a cell when driving in Belgium). Anyway....while I was sitting there, a garbage truck pulled up next to me and the guys in the truck got out and began to empty the trash cans in front of my car. Then they began picking up the miscellaneous items left next to the trash cans. You know, large boxes, discarded grocery bags filled with trash, a bathroom sink,....wait....what? ....a sink? yes, apparently Belgian rest stops have everything AND the kitchen sink (or bathroom sink in this case). I mean, really.....who the hell leaves a sink at a rest stop? A few minutes later a car pulled up next to me. A guy got out and went over to the nearest tree and peed on it. Well, I thought----if he had only been there a few moments ago he could have peed in a nice sink!

When your mother-in-law comes to visit.....she is no Swiss Miss.

When my mother-in-law (M-I-L) first came to visit us in Europe we took her to Switzerland. She had never been to Europe before so she had some interesting observations...
M-I-L: Wow! They sure have a lot of hospitals here! Every other building is a hospital!
Me: Um....No, that is the Swiss flag flying on those buildings.
M-I-L: You know, I thought there would be a lot more blondes in Sweden.
Me: Well, there might be....in Sweden. We are in Switzerland.
M-L-L: (while looking at large graffiti on wall) Hey, do you think that means the same thing over here as it does in the U.S.?
Me: Actually, no it does not. In fact, when you go to a store here in Switzerland-- and you buy something-- as you are leaving, you should always say to the clerk "Fuck you very much".

Lovin' life in BE

went today to get my Belgian Identity Card......nothing worse than living in Belgium without an identity. But don't worry---soon I will have a card to prove that I do indeed have one....an identity.