Happy Birthday to you!
You belong in the zoo!
With the lions and the tigers ...
And the monkeys like you!!!
Happy 25th, y' old woman!
Love,
Klina
Saturday, April 09, 2005
Tuesday, April 05, 2005
Aussie Wedding Pics Coming "Soon"
(Man, I am just a bloggin' machine tonight. Three posts in one evening!)
Teresa sent me all of her wedding pictures ... actually, she gave me a gmail account and uplaoded them to it. Which I am grateful for, since each picture is H.U.G.E. I'm definitely going to have to resize these and adjust the resolution before posting them.
Until then, here's one of my favorites...
Teresa sent me all of her wedding pictures ... actually, she gave me a gmail account and uplaoded them to it. Which I am grateful for, since each picture is H.U.G.E. I'm definitely going to have to resize these and adjust the resolution before posting them.
Until then, here's one of my favorites...
Houston, we have liftoff!
Remember a few posts ago I mentioned that I had in my possession two GA (general admission) tickets to the October 29th U2 concert in Dallas? Well ... what I failed to also mention was that I also have two tickets to the Houston show on the 28th.
*sigh*
Ok, so I actually had good intentions at first. Since I was able to purchase the tickets before pretty much anyone else b/c I had belonged to that U2 fan club from back in the 80s, I figured I'd use up the 4-ticket limit (limit 2 tickets per show) by buying the two for Dallas (obviously), and then I decided to go ahead and get the two others for Houston. "Sure, I'll just buy these, turn around and sell them at face value to some poor U2 fan from one of the (many) mailing lists I belong to, who was shut out of the general sale by all the scalpers and bots attacking Ticketmaster as soon as the tickets went on sale."
Yeah. Right. Whatever.
As soon as those beautiful strips of heavy-stock paper were in my hands, I decided I would take "a musical journey" with my (equally obsessed) U2 friends down to H-town, then after the concert, trek back up to Dallas for the show the next night. I know, I know. No self control.
Somehow, I've convinced my cousin Cristina to come with me to the Dallas show. I'm trying to talk her into taking the "pilgrimage" down to Houston, but I haven't quite convinced her yet.
So ... 206 days and counting!
*sigh*
Ok, so I actually had good intentions at first. Since I was able to purchase the tickets before pretty much anyone else b/c I had belonged to that U2 fan club from back in the 80s, I figured I'd use up the 4-ticket limit (limit 2 tickets per show) by buying the two for Dallas (obviously), and then I decided to go ahead and get the two others for Houston. "Sure, I'll just buy these, turn around and sell them at face value to some poor U2 fan from one of the (many) mailing lists I belong to, who was shut out of the general sale by all the scalpers and bots attacking Ticketmaster as soon as the tickets went on sale."
Yeah. Right. Whatever.
As soon as those beautiful strips of heavy-stock paper were in my hands, I decided I would take "a musical journey" with my (equally obsessed) U2 friends down to H-town, then after the concert, trek back up to Dallas for the show the next night. I know, I know. No self control.
Somehow, I've convinced my cousin Cristina to come with me to the Dallas show. I'm trying to talk her into taking the "pilgrimage" down to Houston, but I haven't quite convinced her yet.
So ... 206 days and counting!
ACHOO!!
A couple of weeks ago, I went in to get allergy testing done, mostly b/c since we have moved here, I've had a really hard time wearing my contacts. I wake up every night b/c my eyes are itching so badly I can't go back to sleep. Plus, during the daytime, my eyes are just so dry, no matter how much I put drops in them.
So, I go in and they draw my blood, and I wait the couple of weeks for the results. Well, the time finally comes, and one of the first things the nurse says to me is "You sound a lot healthier than you should." It turns out that I'm severely allergic to ... well ... pretty much everything. All the pollens. All the weeds. All of the trees ... except maples.
So, on Thursday, I begin taking weekly allergy shots. Two shots per week, to be exact. It turns out that there's just too much to put in one bottle of serum, according to the nurse. After a year, the nurse says they'll train me on how to give myself my own shots. At first this really made me feel like I'm getting old, but as my very wise pal Vicki puts it, "At least you're not shopping for caskets."
So, I go in and they draw my blood, and I wait the couple of weeks for the results. Well, the time finally comes, and one of the first things the nurse says to me is "You sound a lot healthier than you should." It turns out that I'm severely allergic to ... well ... pretty much everything. All the pollens. All the weeds. All of the trees ... except maples.
So, on Thursday, I begin taking weekly allergy shots. Two shots per week, to be exact. It turns out that there's just too much to put in one bottle of serum, according to the nurse. After a year, the nurse says they'll train me on how to give myself my own shots. At first this really made me feel like I'm getting old, but as my very wise pal Vicki puts it, "At least you're not shopping for caskets."
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