Okay everybody, I have added a new team member to my blog- my brother Daniel!
He just got a new camera (wicked cool digital thing with a big sceen and great technical features beyond my ken), and will be using my blog to show what it can do!
This is also possible because my family finally invested in DSL. They have been thinking about getting DSL for some time, but I think Lisa's new job pushed them over the edge. I am so thankful!
31.7.06
Maybe we should get another one of these instead of the gray vans!
Several months ago I transported the scanner up to Fairview and amused myself by sorting through Mrs. P's vast store of photo albums looking for treasures. I probably have old photos of most of you who read this blog at some stage in your lives. So, feel free to ask me to send them to you, or better yet, post them on my blog sight unseen! :-)
29.7.06
Jewels
Lindsay took me out to dinner Sunday evening for my birthday. She also bought me these....
Pretty impressive ain't they? I wore them to the Texas Longhorn Steakhouse. They probably thought I was visitng royalty.
The jewel came out of one of the earrings and the clasp of the other one broke. Good thing I had them insured.
Pretty impressive ain't they? I wore them to the Texas Longhorn Steakhouse. They probably thought I was visitng royalty.
The jewel came out of one of the earrings and the clasp of the other one broke. Good thing I had them insured.
22.7.06
Bliss
One rainy Sabbath afternoon by myself in my own little apartment.
And thanks friends for a lovely birthday celebration! Couldn't have had a nicer bunch of friends to spend it with. (I am wearing the cozy socks you gave me, Andrea)
And thanks friends for a lovely birthday celebration! Couldn't have had a nicer bunch of friends to spend it with. (I am wearing the cozy socks you gave me, Andrea)
13.7.06
Laughing in the Dentist's Chair
Today I went straight from work to a dentist appointment. I hate dentists. I loathe them with a bitter and deep-seated loathing surpassed only by my loathing of burnt rice at the bottom of cooking pots.
But that isn't really what I wanted to write about. I'm going to focus on the one gem of humor in the middle of my otherwise rather torturous imprisonment in the dentist's chair.
So I was sitting in the Dentist's 'Lazy Boy' (sadistic sense of humor she has) with the worthy medico fishing about in my mouth. Suddenly she said "Oh my!" and my heart sank.
"Have you been sick recently?" This question didn't do much to relieve my fears.
"Ummm, no, I haven't."
"Because your tonsil is very large!"
"Oh." What does that mean? And wait, don't I have two of them? What about the other one?
She called a friend over. Suddenly I had not one but two curious dentists peering down my throat and exclaiming over the size of my tonsils.
"Wow! I've never seen one as big as that."
"It's really huge!"
Then they haggled over who I should have look at it to make sure it wasn't wildly infected or something. Yes, but what if I just have naturally big tonsils?
Anyway, the upshot to my impromtu throat viewing is that I have to go back in two weeks when the resident oral surgeon is in residence (possibly indicated by a large flag hanging outside the building and bearing the image of two pairs of pliers rampant). He will also peer down my throat to view the phenomenon and pronounce me either dead before dinner or just the possessor of really big tonsils.
But don't come asking to see them.
But that isn't really what I wanted to write about. I'm going to focus on the one gem of humor in the middle of my otherwise rather torturous imprisonment in the dentist's chair.
So I was sitting in the Dentist's 'Lazy Boy' (sadistic sense of humor she has) with the worthy medico fishing about in my mouth. Suddenly she said "Oh my!" and my heart sank.
"Have you been sick recently?" This question didn't do much to relieve my fears.
"Ummm, no, I haven't."
"Because your tonsil is very large!"
"Oh." What does that mean? And wait, don't I have two of them? What about the other one?
She called a friend over. Suddenly I had not one but two curious dentists peering down my throat and exclaiming over the size of my tonsils.
"Wow! I've never seen one as big as that."
"It's really huge!"
Then they haggled over who I should have look at it to make sure it wasn't wildly infected or something. Yes, but what if I just have naturally big tonsils?
Anyway, the upshot to my impromtu throat viewing is that I have to go back in two weeks when the resident oral surgeon is in residence (possibly indicated by a large flag hanging outside the building and bearing the image of two pairs of pliers rampant). He will also peer down my throat to view the phenomenon and pronounce me either dead before dinner or just the possessor of really big tonsils.
But don't come asking to see them.
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