It has been nearly three weeks since I last updated my blog and I have recently taken some heat for it.  Last week I logged on and wrote some stuff, but got side tracked and ended up having a 4th beer instead.  Tonight I had one beer.  Now I'm having a little bourbon (Eagle Rare).

What have I been up to in the last week?  Well, two weeks ago Gina and I went up to New Hampshire and did some camping and hiking.  We also drove up to the top of Mt. Washington in New Hampshire where I got a chance to play with my new camera.  The temperature up top was 34 degrees, with a 60 mph wind.  This is a picture of the train coming up the mountain.  If you look real closely, you can see the train conductor text messaging.

Gina and I like to play a little game when we drive around northern New England.  Well, I guess I wouldn't call it a game.  We look for moose.  Sometimes we look for bear too.  I've only seen a moose once and it was up in Maine when I was 12.  Well, on the way home from New Hampshire two weeks ago I saw my first bear.  He was in between I-93 N and I-93 S and looked a little like this:

Last week, our softball team suffered our first loss of the season, 14-13.  I spent a few innings coaching third base, which is ironic because I usually don't know how many outs there are which makes me one of the least qualified people to coach third base.  But, I coach third base a lot, because it makes me feel like I am a coach and I've always deep down wanted to be a coach of something.  Also, it increases my chances by 90% of taking a line-drive to the nut-sack and that would surely give me some good blogging material.  I noticed two things while coaching third base last week.  1)  We can't approach the good teams the same way we do the bad.  While we can run all day on the bad teams, the good teams actually have players capable of making plays.  This is especially true with less than two outs.  2) If this were our pitcher, we would probably average more than 0.8 fans/game: 

This past weekend I did some running.  I ran 9 miles on Friday night, 7 miles on Saturday morning, and another 9 miles on Sunday afternoon.  The hardest one was on Sunday, both physically and emotionally.  Physically I was tired from the two previous days.  I had also eaten a pork sandwich (from Hi-Rise Bakery) about three hours prior.  The sandwich is called a Nat Queen Cool and is my new favorite.  Anyways, it was sitting in my stomach and I almost lost it.  At mile 7, I came across an injured baby rabbit.  It looked to have gotten hit by a bicycle and was suffering on the bike path.  It was clearly going to die.  I moved it to the side, and then decided to put it out of it's misery by stomping on it 3 times.  It was pretty gross, and didn't make me feel to good.

Speaking of not making me feel too good, I saw this band in Copenhagen in 1998.  Do any of you know who it is?  Whoever can name them first can pick my next blog topic.