Ego on wheels

Hi, good to hear from you my darling...I'm happy for you.  The gardening sounds like you are taking after your OMA, me.  While I didn't do much every green plant or tree I planted grew into a monster....It is such good exercise but very frustrating to me.  The one beautiful pink blossomed bush I planted near the garage and had high hopes for to look marvelous did well and then February came and destroyed it with frost.  I was so discouraged I said this is not worth the work...I like my planter in the front since I can mix the fresh flowers from a store like Farm Fresh with some artificial greens and it is little work and looks pretty nice ALL YEAR ROUND.

Your dad just told me about the Oma Bike.  I said, "You mean instead of a Schwinn it's called Oma? Is it made in Germany?"  He thought so, didn't know.  So I egotistically said, "How marvelous that I make such an impression on people that a company in another country would want to name a bike AFTER ME."  He said, "Yes, I thought you would say that."  Ha.  Sorry, it's the ego thing!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!   Gotta keep it in the family.  

Always thinking ahead

Nice hearing from you again.  It's very hot here. 

Your dad and I had coffee at Starbucks this morning.  I brought my own snack.

Do you wear slacks at work?

You sound pretty chipper for now and I'm sure soon you will sound chipperer.  Ha.  That is, as soon as someone discovers you.  Make sure your hair is blonde and cut stylish like it used to be.  Get a barber to cut it cheaply and then color it with one of the store products like you used to.....once your gorgeous hair looks sharp you can work on the rest of your wardrobe....Do you wear slacks at work?  Hope you don't need hose...and a skirt.  Cost too much.

What you could do later is get yourself a catalog (Penney's, Macy's, etc.) and send me some photos of the kind of things you like then if I can find them cheaper here I can send something.  Tear out the pages and send them to me.  It's just an idea....Well will close now.  

Love, Oma 

Bless you and keep your friends and you out of harm...Hugs

Where the sun don't shine

I know I will catch you this week and hope all is good in N. Y. C. and hope it isn't as dreary as here. Get the POPE out of here so the sun can shine. Ha.

Let them eat snoepdoos

Oma definitely isn't toothless, but when I found this box of goodies that the food designer Marije Vogelzang made for someone's toothless Oma, I wanted one for my Oma, too.

Snoepdoos for all Omas! Now!

A Visit to Oma's House, U.S.A.

To show that your patience hasn't gone unnoticed as you have stayed tuned in the interminable wait since my last post, I reward you, dear reader, with this: a mini photo-journey to Oma's home.







Contrary and always sticking to her guns, this year Oma decided that she wanted a Christmas tree, but that she didn't want to jump through all of the hoops and hoopla. Et voila, the Oma evergreen: palm tree, dressed.
















One might say we are very well-versed in sour krauts.





















While the rest of the world may be obsessed with HD flat screen TVs that will fit in a back pocket, Oma is not. She prefers a big TV. The biggest TV possible. In fact, Oma's console TV is so big that they don't even make 'em that big anymore. So when hers broke, Oma couldn't bear to throw it out. She just bought a little TV to put on top of it.