Month: July 2008

Okay, so I promised Marcos that I would remind everyone that Aidan’s birthday is a week away, and that he keeps an up to date Amazon Wish List (as we all do, in case you were curious).

Now, I told him that I would put up a link and remind everyone, but beyond that I made no assurances what else I would say … and on that note …

I know that some people like to give toys, and if you like to, or it is easier because you are far away, or can’t think of anything or whatever your reason may be, please go ahead and get him a toy. However, we are trying to shift to an all “experiences” philosophy when it comes to gift giving.

(not our actual toy collection)

I have been known to occasionally search out some garages sales, especially the ones where I might find neato old bikes. But Hong decided we had too much stuff. Not really even we had too much stuff here, but actually too much stuff at her parents house. I’m not quite sure why that concerned her that much, but it did, and at some point in time I got coaxed into helping out (code for doing everything 😉 )

Now, I do think that going to garage sales can be fun. But I now think am totally sure that having a garage sale, is sort of being like tourtured in a mid-century Chinese prison. We got home and every one passed out … totally.

love all -D 😉

So noon came a long on Sunday, and I was hungry for a hot dog. The thought crossed my mind to just hop in the car and zip up to Safeway, but I decided to ask Hong if she wanted to join me in a bike ride down the the waterfront, and grab a dog from the Frankfurter. She thought it was a great idea, and we hopped on our bikes and rode the 8 miles. After downing a yummy lunch, Hong said, hey we should ride to Fremont and see if there is anything good at the market. So we pedaled our way over another 4 or so miles over to Fremont via the Ballard Bridge. After taking a peak at the market we decided to bounce over to my office to fill up our water bottles. When we got there Hong said, let’s ride to Marymoor Park, the end of the Burke Gilman Trail . I said, “no way”, but she talked me into at least giving it a go … 10 or so miles later, we decided to head back for home. Managed to rack up about 45 miles via pedal power. Woo Hoo. That was a yummy hot dog. (click on the image for the interactive map)