Published!

I have a whole page in the December issue of Honolulu Magazine. Because you're reading this, it's unlikely anything I wrote is news to you. Because it's just like my blog. But it's really exciting to see it in print! And to get paid for it. I love the art work they put together, though I have to admit that my volvo wagon isn't that hippie. It's more yuppie. And a little scary. Something is eating the spilled candy.

And Stefan sent this from Inside Tri's Kona photos - making me twice published, I suppose. The love I have for swimming just shines right through, doesn't it? Katherine, too. Do not be alarmed, I don't have leprosy. Those are crash scars.

I felt a little better over the weekend. Actually, there was a week without migraine pain. My vision didn't clear up, but I was overly optimistic and attempted to renew my driver's license. I failed miserably and was given the geriatric "you're so blind you can only drive with a Dr's note" slip of paper. Two months ago I came in at 20/15 in both eyes at a physical. The migraine started all over again Sunday night. I'm committed to 12 hour work days sampling ground water for the next 7 days straight. If someone told me shooting heroin would cure me, I would totally do it. And you know how I feel about needles. Cut off my own leg to end this forever? No problem.

Things could be worse. My children are lying here next to me giggling at lame Hannah Montana jokes. The boys are secret Hannah lovers - make fun of them next time you see them. They're all joy and happiness and health. And if someone's health has to fall to pieces, at least it's mine.

I'm drowning my pain in hot tamales.