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Sunday, October 14, 2012

What's Blooming?

Let me begin by saying, we are a typical American family.
 My mother is German and Scottish.
My father is Mohawk.
My husband's father was Spanish with a generational layover in Puerto Rico,
and his mother was every European nationality imaginable rolled up in a hippy shell.
My children were joking about filling out their racial profile 
on forms by checking off "other."
We can attend just about any ethnic festival we want
and hold our heads high.
But quite frankly, I'm not passing up on African, Hatian, Jamaican, or Cuban 
events either, and Greek and Middle Eastern celebrations are a must-go.
Did I forget to mention we love Asian culture?
We're Buddhist after all.
Let's face it, if you throw the festival, open the restaurant, cultivate the garden,
or stock the shop, we're there.
Just your typical American family.
 So suit up, People.
 
We have some strange things to share today.
And this is merely the beginning.
(By the way, I'm sure you've noticed, we finally have a new header!
It was like herding cats, I swear,
 and I do know a thing or two about herding cats.)
 First, we set up a nursery for some new baby fish.
 Because fish parents have a tendency of serving up their offspring as hors d'oeuvres.





 It's near the parent tank so they can visit.
With supervision.








 We just thought you'd enjoy some baby pictures.
Now onto a festival!
For dinner, it was Oktoberfest!

 Had to bring the half-German.
 I'd like to thank my Scottish genes for my red hair,
my Native American genes for my tan,
and the Dollar Tree for my bat.
Our local German-American Club throws a party complete with
food, dancing, and live music.
 
Grab your chicken hats!
 
 If you're omnivorous, dinner is an easy plate of bratwurst, sauerkraut,
rye bread, and potato salad with pork.
 If you're a vegetarian....
Hey, Vannah, how's that potato pancake platter and applesauce?
Like to fit in?
Buy yourself some lederhosen!
Who DOESN'T like leather shorts???
 Add traditional headwear to the mix.
 I could do some flowers in the copper mess on my head.
 For the less adventurous, our sales Fraulein recommended
a dirndl T-shirt.
My mother commanded big bucks to model clothing back in the 50's.
Now?
*Coughcough*
Seriously, she's still working it with humor.
 Super uncommitted?
Just go apron.
 Dessert cannot be missed.
The Bavarians know their way around a sugar bowl.
 We even took strudel home to the boys, who were wallowing regretfully in essays for school.
Yes, on a Saturday night.
Full scholarships take commitment.
 The band started, thrilling an enthusiastic crowd.



 These girls spun for about 10 minutes straight.
You could have isolated DNA with that kind of centrifugal force.
 Vannah was easily impressed.
Herr Gewurztraminer announced each display of professional shoe slapping precision.
 Okay, German boys in leather shorts with whips...
WHAT KIND OF CLUB IS THIS AGAIN???
 I will not repeat the jokes flying around my table.
Suffice it to say we are not well people.

If you're going to wear a chicken hat,
dang it, you're going to Chicken Dance!
 Baby's First Chicken Dance...
 not the usual photo album addition.
 Dramamine. It's not just for breakfast anymore.
 You just haven't lived until you've danced in leather lederhosen to an oompa band playing
 The Electric Slide.
 We now return you to our regularly scheduled What's Blooming?,
already in progress.








 Thank you for joining us.
 Happy Sunday.

6 comments:

PJ @ Planned in Pencil said...

Hurray new header ;)

Danni Baird @ Silo Hill Farm said...

Oh how fun! Great pictures and always love the humor! Love your new header too!

Kim K. said...

A great new header! Love that you even got the minions to pose for the photo. Looks like a great festival. Your mom is such a cutie.

Jane @ The Borrowed Abode said...

Love the new header . . . . and the tagline! But dangit, I was hoping to see Sam kitted out in Liederhosen!

Life in Rehab said...

He's more the kilt type honestly...and any further comment on this subject made by me would be inappropriate on a family friendly PG13 blog!

lisbonlioness said...

Oh. My. Goodness. I just about DIED from embarrassment!!! Urrrghs... I know that this whole Lederhosen thing is a big deal when it comes to the perception of Germans abroad, but this reminded me SO MUCH of those atrocious shows my grandmother used to watch back in Germany, complete with clapping audience, plastic cows, tunes celebrating the beauty of Edelweiss and a fake mountain backdrop. *shudder* The Bavarians have taken over Germany when it comes to folklore... somebody ought to stop thiscultural invason! lol
Bavaria calls itself "The Free State Of Bavaria", and everybody who is NOT bavarian quietly dreams of them packing up their stuff and leaving the federation if they can't stop being arrogant buggers ;) A bit like Scotland in the UK, but the Scottish are preparing a referendum to break the bonds next year,bless them.
Bit of useless info: Warsteiner is not Bavarian beer, it's brewed in Warstein, Northrhine- Westfalia (my home state). It's brewed after the Pilsen method and therefor called Warsteiner Pils. Way more common in Bavaria is Weissbier, white beer, a kind of ale brewed after the top- fermentation method.
I'd take a dude in a kilt over a Lederhosen hoparound anytime :) When it comes to Tracht (german word for traditional clothes), the Scottish have it down to a T. Strong enough to throw tree trunks for leisure and no underwear? Oh YES PLEASE!!!
I was born in the wrong country, I swear >.<
Can I see your Mum actually WEARING that shirt? I bet she'd look awesome! Dirndl tops remind me of "victorian gothic" gear, so that's the one bit of Bavarian culture (apart from the fact that Sauerkraut is uber- tasty and they drink beer with everything) that's fine with me ;)