Me, in Berlin, 1987. It was either right before or right after this photo was taken, I swallowed a hard candy and my uncle proceeded to hold me upside down by my feet and shake it out of my throat. Must have worked!
So I'm teaching husband how to speak German. I've spoken it since I was a very young child (my dad is from Germany and my folks lived there for 10 years after getting married), so even though I was born in America, it's all we spoke at home until I started school. While my German isn't perfect, I'm certainly fluent. Husband does know some phrases, and can usually understand me when I'm asking him a question. Thing is, I have no real clue on how to teach it. We have a book, but the pronunciation examples in it are terrible, and the phrases they teach are bizarre. Who calls an opera they don't like "an old warhorse"?
Have you taught someone a foreign language before? He's researched Rosetta Stone, and the reviews are mixed. I need help guys!
In other news, yes, I have put up the Christmas tree. No lights outside yet, I don't need the neighbors to think I'm crazy, though while house hunting over the weekend, we did see one house already done up. Why do I always try to rush the holidays? It's been a strange year, I guess I'm just ready to hurry up and see what the next one has in store.
Tuesday, November 16, 2010
Posted by Unlikely Oilfield Wife at 10:49 AM