Cog Blog

Leave it to the Bethesdites to have bridge graffiti as controversial as this. Oh the horror! Fruit? Fruit, right? As in apples and oranges...

So you know I have this blog... I know you know because you are reading it now. I had, in my heyday, a whopping 2.5 readers. That may ha...

Recently I rediscovered stick-ups. Thank god. You remember these things right? The little round things that you twist? Made infamous in th...

This is for the little white car in the park. And just to be clear, I have nothing against little white cars. This may prove to be remedia...

Let me paint you a picture of our last time on the Rachel Carson trail. First of all, this is an amazing trail system within walking dist...

Way too many posts about the pup on facebook and especially my bike blog. How's about we combine the two?! YeeHa! Not only did we f...

Well I have now sunk to an all time low. Here, on my bike blog, we have...a car entry. I don't know what to say. I can't possibly ...

I told her . You can't just come up in the city and act any old way you want without consequences. I mean maybe that's something y...

. Once upon a time there was a blog. It went by the name 'Cog Blog'. It was about a girl and her bike. Day after day the author ...

Perhaps I am showing my age, but old school works. Today I was at a bit of a technology seminar and I glanced about to all the laptops and...

Okay, so the move to meld the mouses, both country and city, is a bit like shopping for a sofa. Seems like it should be a fun activity; tu...

My whole life I've either been a step ahead or a staircase behind. I had short hair before it was cool. Rode a bike before it was gree...

This is exactly what I'm saying. Guess what I found today, finally? It's stringy, pink, and heard all over. Welcome back ipod, I c...

Good lord woman! Did they discontinue sliced bread? I mean even after the rush on Twinkies they ended up bringing them back. I don't t...

 I used to get my panties in a bunch whenever the girl would ask me to do something in the middle of my work day. Like laundry or food s...

At it again. By the time I'm finished I will have rewired the entire country house. It's not likely to improve the electrical situ...

I hate to call the girl out but this is how it went down. First, I'm not sure if this makes us a perfect couple or unable to ride tog...

Half way through the vacation and a mere month newly married...and I'm still settling in. Getting used to each other in a small space ...

Well this is a little odd for me, but there's just no way around it. Two posts under the same date. Give us a break we rode all the wa...

It would be remiss of me to not include this story for the blog, although most will have already heard it in person had we met. It involves...

The girl shares a GPS with her mom. I'm not entirely sure how this works, the sharing not the GPS...mostly because it doesn't hel...

WARNING: A budding exaggeration may flower. It's been just over 40 days since the big day and already I am locked out. In an odd tw...

Well, the vacation started off with this little, how do we say...issue. For those of you staring at the big ass crack, that ain't it D...

One foggy morning there was the distinct scent of burnt toast. Not to fret, I was making toast. There is always the hint of browning bread...

I don't care much for technology when I'm riding...besides the essential phone that is. I have no idea how fast I'm going or e...