Whoops, I did it again...

First of all, happy Easter, everyone.

My sister Rachel needed a little advice on how to deal with the paparazzi, so as the older, wiser sibling, I gave her some hints. After all, this is my 125th blog entry.

The shirts? Glad you asked. They're a present from Monica, who went crazy at the Scharfenberger counter somewhere. Buona Pasqua, Monica!

Oh, and I got two motorcycles in my Easter basket. That was fun.



It snowed again here in Denver, and I was watching for snowplows. I really, really like motorized vehicles, and can name most of them. Papa didn't know that I knew "mixer truck", but I do.

What's up with the title of today's posting? Well, I got to go back to the ER again today.... I know - what a bummer... I was just walking home from the store with papa, and I slipped on the ice and fell straight back on my noggin. That caused me to have seizure-like symptoms, pass out, turn blue and throw up. Luckily, we were still close to the store, so Papa picked me up, ran into the store and the customer service guy called 911 while a random CPR-trained person gave Papa advice and help until the ambulance showed up. Scary stuff, but by the time we were riding over to Children's, it was clear that I was going to be fine. As you might remember - I got my scar at Christmastime, so major holidays clearly suck.

After a couple of hours of observation, I got to come home, and I'm back in a fine mood, with my sense of humor and appetite in fine form. No worries.

That's about it, really. I can count to ten, but I don't really recognize all the numbers, so that's what we're working on these days. And the summer touring season is starting to fill up. I go off to Kentucky in 2 weeks to visit Great-Granny Speck, then Chicago in May for Elaine's wedding. June is still sort-of open, but in July/August I now have tickets to visit Norway, Sweden and Iceland. Woo Hoo!

Until next time.

Love. D.