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General Rambles

Spent last week refreshing my awful Spanish and transcribing notes from Heidelberg. What you saw here last week was about 1/4 of what I wrote. My Spanish is really rusty. My flashcards were an intimidating soul crushing thing the first day I looked at them again. Day two was a lot easier and it all came back to me. By the end of the week I was confident in my Spanish again. Good week last week. Lots of writing, lots of Spanish and lots of excercise. I am heavier than I have been in three years. It is a horrible feeling and only two of my pants fit comfortable. The lowest I have been in four years (wait, make that a decade or more) was 169 pounds. Wendy would pat my flat stomach every day and say "You are so thin Jamie Wakefield!" It's been a while since she's said that. It's okay though. She fell in love with me when I was 208 pounds. I'm heavy when I'm at 180. Right now I'm 184. In order to try and remedy that, Wendy and I went running four times last

The Grill Master

Today I am going back over old Magic writings and stripping out the Spanish stories to be included in the book. I had been looking for this entry a while ago, searched my hard drive and this web site and could not find the story where I first grilled for Wendy. I have told the story many times but could not find it in my writing. Today - I found it. This story happened shortly after I had moved to Spain and Wendy and I were still learning to live together. This is a story about the first time I used her grill to cook us some steaks. Some of you will have read it before, sorry. For those of you that haven't, I hope you enjoy it. Here's how much I know how to cook. Wendy and I are at the grocery store today, and again they do not have my hard-boiled eggs. We have looked the last four times, and they are no longer stocked. This annoys me. I like to get up in the morning and have one packet of oatmeal and one hard-boiled egg. Good carbs. Good protein. Low calorie. “That's it! I

Flying, Spaniards, Movies, UFC, Porn and Pictures.

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Well, I’m finally caught up and mentally back. Let’s get some posts up. As pain in the ass as flying is, Wendy and I have been lucky. The day before we flew out of Vermont, some very important computer went down shutting down flights across the country. The next day, everything was fine. We were delayed an hour in Burlington and were worried about making our connection in Newark, but, as luck would have it, that flight was delayed as well so we had no problems. The plane we were going to take had some sort of malfunction so they had to switch planes. The plane they switched us to didn’t exactly fill me with confidence. When you’re flying over the ocean you want the biggest, most modern God damn plane you can find. You want the TV screen in front of you embedded in the seat. You want multiple channels and music. You want the GPS that shows you how far you have flown, your estimated arrival time and what the temperature is like at your destination. You want a couple doctors on board and