tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-300080892011-05-03T03:48:15.411-04:00Bloggen Dashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02069906993396468126noreply@blogger.comBlogger21100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30008089.post-1153503671005590462006-07-21T13:37:00.000-04:002006-07-21T13:57:11.646-04:00<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7889/2795/1600/leaderspicturechristmasparty.0.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7889/2795/320/leaderspicturechristmasparty.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br />It's almost a <em>When Harry Met Sally</em> kind of thing . . . sort of . . . This is a picture from the night me and my husband met at a fellowship Christmas party back in 2000. All those nights I wondered if I'd ever meet the right person. Ironically, if I'da been told before 2005 that I would one day marry TJ, I would've screamed "I'm gonna' <em>WHAT?!!!</em>" He's not in the picture, here. And that's how it was until last year-we were great friends, but I didn't see him in the picuture with me. And then-voila. And if I wax philosophical, pardon my French, my degree is in Philosophy after all.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30008089-115350367100559046?l=bloggendas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Bloggen Dashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02069906993396468126noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30008089.post-1150837219047170472006-06-20T16:48:00.000-04:002006-06-23T08:30:20.870-04:00Bloggen Das !-(Blog This!) It's not the latest in American-Euro wannabe' ice cream. The name for this blog is somehow appropriate. I lived in Germany for a year and Austria for 2 months, so I am an American-German hybrid. Germany, bzw Hamburg, will always be a second home to me.<br /><br />I wanted to get the ball rolling and post something, even if just this short note.<br /><br />Speaking of the ball . . . World Cup fever is-a-brewing. The US team (Amis) just lost to Ghana. I think in all three games the US scored all of 1 goal. Schade. Maybe we would have earned a little more international respect had we done better. It's okay, it is justice from a certain point of view and I'll tell you why: I was thinking, we (Amis) want the US to win because we like to win, the German's want to win because they love soccer. Although I wouldn't have minded a US victory, I am pulling for the home team. Will the Weltmeisterschaft (World Cup) 2006 belong to Deutschland? I hope so.<br /><br />I had the bizarre & scary pleasure of attending 2 soccer (hereafter referred to as Fussball) games overseas. The first was a tournament match between a Vienna team and SK Sturm, the team from Graz, Austria. I remember vividly the excitement and electric atmosphere in the arena as 47,000 fans waved their flags and towels and such. I also remeber the Fussball rowdies-they are what made it scary. Since there were 40,000 Vienna fans & only 7,000 of us SK Sturm-ers, our host friends advised us to lay low. When I attended the second in Hamburg, I was told alcohol sales around the arena were stopped the hours before the game. This was surprising to me since I thought alcohol sales were the one sale item that wasn't regulated. <br /><br />Something that may seem bizarre to any internations who make their way here . . . the state I live in, Kentucky, actually has "dry" counties. That is, there are counties where the sale of alcohol is illegal-all the time! You can head out to the next county for a beer, and that is legal, but it just seems odd that the liquor laws are so varied here. <br /><br />Anyhow, it's just as well that I am American-I'm terrible at Fussball : )<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30008089-115083721904717047?l=bloggendas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Bloggen Dashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02069906993396468126noreply@blogger.com1