Thursday, November 5, 2009

ACHOOOO!


Anyone who knows me knows several things. Firstly, I am allergic to everything - specifically 49 out of 50 things they test you for at the Oklahoma Allergy Clinic. Secondly, it is not unusual for me to sneeze anywhere from 5 to 15 times in a row. Please do not "bless-you" until all the sneezes have concluded, thank you. Thirdly, around once a week I let some crazy nurse shoot said 49 allergens into my arms in an attempt to stick it to all the dust bunnies in my house.

This week I paid my allergist a visit, and other than some awesome new antihistamine prescriptions, I also received a slight scolding for having - gasp - a dog living in my house. Apparently I am allergic.

On the drive home I started thinking about this. Yes, I suppose Scout does make me wheezy when she's overdue for a bath or has been romping at the dog park and is covered in God knows what, but I get far too much joy from my little Heinz 57 dog to ever imagine giving her the boot over a sneeze here and there.

And when you come home to your crooked-eared dog and her other master wearing matching sweatshirts, it becomes clear that it's all worth it.







Monday, November 2, 2009

Boo to you.

Oh my poor neglected little blog. I find that when I spend a staggering 8 hours in front of a computer screen at work, I rarely want to do the same when I get home - even if it is for fun. I've found plenty of time to snap pictures, attend some great concerts, and enjoy a few nights out that were too much fun for my own good.

With this whole extra hour that fall has decided to fork over, I've decided to post some pictures of recent Halloween debauchery. Enjoy.

My partner in crime and I decided to go all out for party number one.


And I give you the best looking couple of tourists in the 405. (My camera is being used to take the above picture, creating a slightly incomplete costume effect).



ONE HA HA HA.


For night two, after The Count had worn us out with free drinks the night before, we went the easier route of homemade t-shirt Jack-O-Lanterns that I only remembered to capture with my telephone.


I did, however, capture some testosterone in action.


And of course, the Stache.


And finally, ladies and gentlemen, I give you the future Dr. Hendrick, wine connoisseur and Hula girl extraordinaire.