Asymptomatic

There must be intelligent life down here

Woo-hoo, the server isn't dead.

The server isn’t dead. You would think this is good news.

I have arranged for everything here to move to a new server, as soon as they configure it, with TextDrive. That should be quite a bit more reliable than what I’ve got here. This is the fourth time in three months that the server has simply died for no reason. I never had this kind of trouble at EV1, even when I was on Windows 2003.

With this transfer comes a new hosting philosophy: I’m parcelling out my web services.

ffaf, on vacation

danmark. yes. danmark would be my favorite place to vacation. (yes.. i also type it ‘danmark’ instead of ‘denmark’ because that is how they spell it there. :-) ) i realize that danmark is not your typical “touristy” vacation spot. but that is exactly why i love it so much. well, that and also i have made many great friends while i was over there for four months. i also fell in love with the food, the culture, the land and even the impossible-to-learn language of danish. (ok. so it’s not impossible to learn… but it sure is near the top of ‘most difficult things for me to do’) i have found some places around here to buy danish food cuz i miss that food so much. i even miss having laugh at me for mispronouncing “rød grød med fløde” (don’t worry, it’s nothing bad. it actually means ‘red berries with cream’ and it is a traditional danish dessert… which is AWESOMELY good btw.. but nearly impossible for an american to pronounce correctly).

i spent four months in danmark and we traveled throughout the country during that time. if you are familiar with danmark, you may note that it is a very small country, (and the whole country would fit into lake michigan…) and that there are only around 6 million people that live there. so when we were traveling, we got to see most of the country. also, while we were there, we lived for a week at a time at either a family’s home, or a boarding school. that was one of the coolest things EVER. we got to eat with the families or students, and enjoy danish ’every-day’ life instead of fast food and hotels.

Goats

Now, see, that goat, however, also almost assisted in the death of my little sister once.

Now you’re paying attention.
So this goat belonged to my brother. I don’t remember why we had this goat, honestly. We just did. And he was my brother’s. His name was Martin. We used to hook him up to the Red Flyer wagon and have him pull us around. One of us would ride in the wagon with one of the little kids while the other would lead us around.