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April 23, 2004
One of those mornings...

I got home last night around 11pm from swimming and Barbie tells me I have to get up early tomorrow and workout since I have been slacking on the morning workouts. Perhaps she didn't notice I just finished swimming 3km (~ 2 miles), my longest to date. Anyways, she is right, and since she is "my coach" during my training, I had to listen. She did, however, offer to make eggs if I got up and worked out...so I now have some good incentive.

The next morning arrives, and I sleep in about a 1/2 hour longer than I was supposed to, but I get up and get my workout in. However, she is now in a rush with work (what's new :) ), so I end up having to make eggs and toast...not a big deal, but not what I felt like doing. Then I go down to the car and try to start it up, but the battery is dead. I had left the parking lights on all night so there is no hope of starting it. Luckily our neighbour informed us we could call the taxi to come and give us a jump, which I proceeded to do...all in Deutsch I might add!!
So we got the car running now, and head to work. However, since we are running late, I have to drop Barbie off first, then head to the Hunde Pension to drop off Kymba. I get to the Pension, and Kymba decides she isn't ready to go inside the room and starts running up and down the hallway. Unfortunately I had just opened the door where a puppy lab and puppy retriever are anxiously trying to get out. So now I have Kymba running down the hall, and I am fighting off two dogs while trying to shut the door, but the lab apparantely has a thing for leashes and grabs the leash and won't let go. I then have to give up the leash, shut the door, and track down Kymba. Finally I get Kymba, put her inside, and then try to get the leash back, but the lab won't budge, and keeps jumping on me with his dirty paws. Eventually I just pry open his mouth and take it, which causes him to jump on me more. After all this, I finally get out of the Pension, more dirty and more frustrated. But that is why there are such things as good mornings, and bad mornings.

Posted by Don at 11:23 AM
April 19, 2004
The Political Bartender

A popular bar had a new robotic bartender installed.

A fellow came in for a drink and the robot asked him, "What's your IQ?"

The man replied, "150." So the robot proceeded to make conversation about quantum physics, string theory, atomic chemistry, and so on. The man listened intently and thought, "This is really cool."

The man decided to test the robot. He walked out the bar, turned around, and came back in for another drink.

Again, the robot asked him, "What's your IQ?"

The man responded, "100." So the robot started talking about football, baseball, and so on. The man thought to himself, "Wow, this is really cool."

The man went out and came back in a third time.

As before, the robot asked him, "What's your IQ?"

The man replied, "50." The robot then said, "So, are you Democrats really going to vote for John Kerry?"

Posted by Don at 03:32 PM
April 16, 2004
Back from Cali

Well, I have just got back from a 2 week stint in the good ole US of A, and I must say things were different this time around. Granted, it was great having sub sandwhiches for lunch, warm air, english tv, and everything else that is great about America, but I did notice myself at times feeling somewhat the same as when I first moved to Germany. What I mean by that is I caught myself saying "Why do they (we) do it that way, when it works so much better this way (in Germany)?". We get those types of comments all the time when people come to visit us here, but it was weird doing the same thing in reverse. As my friend said, there is no optimum any where you live.

Anyways, it was great to see everyone, hang out, and get some good hill training in. Obviously it was also great to be able to hang out at the beach house...nothing like relaxing on the porch by the beach! So, to sum things up here is what I did:


  1. Thur: Met friends in San Francisco for dinner after 24 hours of travel time

  2. Fri: 6:00am run (jet lagged so I was up early). Lunch with Nick, then help Nick move out that night ... how do I always end up doing that??

  3. Sat: 9am run in the hills of Rancho San Antonio (geez I miss that). Watch final four with Lindner and Rich. Crash early to fully recover from Jet Lag

  4. Sun: 50 mile bike ride with Joe in the San Jose hills...good times. Pick up Barbie from airport...head to beach house

  5. Mon: Go to work, try to convince people I am not Nick's replacement although I am sitting in his cube. Watch NCAA championship game at night, followed by small poker night<

  6. Tue: Lunch with Yamo...first burger since being back in the States. Dinner with Barbie and her friends at Chevy's

  7. Wed: Swim at Santa Clara, followed by lunch with Teal. Relaxing night at beach house.

  8. Thur: Lunch with Yamo at Togo's. Headed to Mill Valley for Dinner with the Joneses.

  9. Fri: 45 mile bike ride in the morning. Dinner at Michael's on Main (place where rehearsal dinner was), followed by hanging out with Barbie's family at the beach house.

  10. Sat: 55 mile bike up to top of Santa Cruz Mountains in the morning. Celebrate Barbie's b-day in the afternoon. Watch Gothika in the evening...decent movie

  11. Sun: 1:30 minute run in morning...Easter with family in the afternoon, and watched Mickelson win the Masters golf tournament! Go and watch "Ladykillers" at the cinema... 2 star rating...not very good

  12. Mon: Doughnuts for breakfast! Lunch with Cassidy. Dinner at Outback Steak House...mmmm...bread!

  13. Tue & Wed: Pack in the morning, take Barbie to airport in the afternoon, Poker and Darts all night...stay up, catch the flight back (20+ hours travelling)

Posted by Don at 04:50 PM