Driving with a butcher knife

I decided to catch up on current events. The first story I found was about a family arrested for assaulting police officers. They were arguing in a car, and the police were called. The son was arrested first, which made his father angry - at the police, not his son. So, the father pulled out a butcher knife. (Mind you, they were in a car, not a kitchen.) He was arrested. This made the mother angry - with the police, not her husband. So... she tried to grab the butcher knife.
Too bad Grandma and Grandpa couldn't go along that day for the family outing.

The Superbowl

Yesterday was Superbowl Sunday. It is like THE biggest day of the year in America. Bigger than Christmas. More American than Mom's apple pie. And who Didn't know about it until today?
Me.
I tried to tell myself it wasn't that bad. No one in the states knows about soccer. UEFA Cup? EM? And certinally they are not glued to the TV watching the Germans play handball in Croatia. They wouldn't know Heiner Brand's shaggy lip if it kissed them. (A revolting thought, I must admit.)
Oh well. I better get my head back in the sand, lest I find out about something up-to-date over there in America.

Michelle Who?

I just got an e-mail from my friend in the states. She said a few kids had spent the night and had attended a ball that her son and Michelle also attended. So I was racking my brain trying to remember how old her son is. I thought he was too young to have a prom or a ball much less a girlfriend. But apparantly he has attended a ball with someone named Michelle.
I won't tell you how long it took me to slap my forehead and say DUH outloud. Michelle. THE Michelle. As in First Lady Michelle. White gown with feathers Michelle. Apparently when you live so close to the Whitehouse Michelle is spoken of like she is the girl next door. A household name, familure, "per du" if you will.
My God, am I living in a cave?
No, just Germany, still that's no excuse.