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Monday Bunday
I’ve been reading The Blog of Pratt for a while now, and have to admit that I love his Monday Bunday. Pratt has four house rabbits and posts photos of them every Monday (sometimes on other days as well). His blog is always the first one I read on Mondays for the bunny photos, and they always make me smile no matter what’s going on in my life (he usually posts them around midnight his time, which means that they’re up when I wake up).
Definitely visit Pratt’s blog on Mondays if you like bunnies and cuteness.
Bridge Day
Today is a bridge day (Brueckentage in German). Tomorrow is a holiday in my state and when a holiday falls on a Tuesday or Thursday, the Monday or Friday that connects it to the weekend is called a Bridge Day. I’ve taken a vacation day due to the fact that I only would have had an evening class (the others have been cancelled for the day) and didn’t see any sense in going in for just one class.
Cycling
It’s sunny again, so I’m going cycling. I’m not quite sure where yet, but I’m thinking about going back to the Bonn area.
Halloween
Happy Halloween. I’m supposed to be meeting Matt and Jn after work to go to the Irish Pub for their Halloween party. I don’t really want to go to a pub, but am going because I don’t feel like staying home this evening.
Matt, Jn, Vince and I met yesterday at 15h and played pool for an hour and then went for tea. Vince and I won all six games, much to Matt’s chagrin (Jn didn’t really care).
Thanks to Peg in Seattle for this
Q: What do you get when you divide the circumference of a jack-o-lantern by its diameter?
A: Pumpkin Pi.
Q: How do you make a witch stew?
A: Keep her waiting for hours.
Q: How do ghosts begin their letters?
A: “Tomb it may concern…”
Q: What happened to the guy who couldn’t keep up payments to his exorcist?
A: He was repossessed.
Q: How do you mend a broken Jack-o-lantern?
A: With a pumpkin patch.
Q: Why are there fences around cemeteries?
A: Because people are dying to get in.
Q: What do you get when you cross Dracula with Sleeping Beauty?
A: Tired blood.
Q: Why was the mummy so tense?
A: He was all wound up.
Q: How do you know if a ghost is lying?
A: You can see right through him.
Q: Why don’t witches like to ride their brooms when they’re angry?
A: They’re afraid of flying off the handle.
Q: Where do ghosts go on vacation?
A: Lake Erie.
Q: Why didn’t the skeleton dance at the Halloween party?
A: It had no body to dance with.
Q: What is a witch’s favorite subject in school?
A: Spelling!
Q: What happens when a ghost gets lost in a fog?
A: He’s mist.
Q: Where does Count Dracula usually eat his lunch?
A: In the casketeria.
Q: Where did the goblin throw the football?
A: Over the ghoul line.
Q: What do you call a wicked witch who lives by the sea?
A: A Sand-witch
Q: What did the baby ghost eat for dinner?
A: A boo-loney sandwich.
Q: With Whom does a ghoul fall in love?
A: His ghoul friend.
Q: What is a vampires favorite mode of transportation?
A: A blood vessel.
Q: What do you call a dog owned by Dracula?
A: A blood hound.
Q: Why did the witch’s mail rattle?
A: It was a chain letter.
Q: What do you call a skeleton who refuses to help around the house?
A: Lazybones
Q: Why did Dracula take cold medicine?
A: To stop his coffin
My name is J and I’m a cyclaholic. There, I’ve admitted it.
I’m addicted to cycling. I get a big rush when my foot is on the left pedal as I throw my right leg over the bike because I know that a good day and lots of fun is to come.
I can’t get enough of cycling on sunny days. Perhaps there’s a support group for cyclaholics, but please don’t let me know where to find it.
What’s your confession?
Need I say anymore than CYCLING and PHOTOGRAPHY?
I have very little contact with North Americans here in Germany, and have to admit that spending time with a Canadian and two Americans last Saturday was great (Sparky is included in that because he’s the most “American” German I’ve ever met).
Most of my friends here are British. Granted, we speak the same language and usually get along well, but there are still cultural differences that divide us. People don’t realise the size of the differences, and they expect us to be similar in the way we think and act (something that I’m guilty of). I’m here to tell you that that is wrong.
After spending time three of my British colleagues (Matt, Spence and Vince) on Friday evening, that became even more evident. The three Brits went on talking about England this and England that, and Mrs. Spence and I just sat there quietly. She finally looked at me and said, ‘We’re the outsiders,’ (she’s German) so I engaged her in conversation about this and that.
I’m not going to generalise, but the British people I know in my town (I won’t actually call them ‘friends’) are quite cold. They’re uncaring and insensitive and do whatever they want without thinking about the impact it might have on others. It’s all about them. Them them them them. Forget everybody else.
Being with three North Americans in Marburg was like a breath of fresh air. No pretentiousness, deception or games, just talking and fun. I knew that they meant what they said, none of the British ‘Guess what I really mean’ crap.
Something I’ve been worried about is if the Haddocks (Mr. is English and Mrs. is German) felt left out as the four North Americans jabbered on incessantly (thankfully, they’re not like other Germans and Brits I know). If so, I formally apologise to them due to the fact that I totally know what it’s like.
Candy corn! I want candy corn!
You have got to see the photos on Christina’s halloween post! Too cool for words!
