hey, you haven’t seen a first 12 of 12 picture with this puffer before, have you? that’s because i prefer not to start my days with Ventolin. you can see the peak flow graph on my iPod–it went down a lot . . .

we delivered flowers for church to church members who can’t leave their places of residence.

after church, got to my grandparents’ place early so i got to help hide eggs. i still only found 8/100.

apparently 7-up is made with natural flavours. who knew?

i cleaned this up and threw most of it in the laundry.

tara came to help clean my closet. we found my fifth grade respiratory system project. i spelled bronchitis wrong.

this is part of what is in my closet, most of which i got rid of or is at tara’s house.

this is an insane carrot. it looks too perfect, but it is a baby carrot.

my mom gave these to tara. they have pop rocks in them!

we found a whiteboard in my closet so i made a pretty 12 of 12 picture.

yum, easter creme egg on a pile of post-it notes.

i cant believe it was 9:15 before i got on the computer! before i had my iPod i wouldn’t have been able to do that . . . techno-obsessed-geek, much?

and there is my 12 of 12 for april! hurrah!

wheezywaiter.

and of course i found out about him through twitter.

hey that was easy.

now i will publish . . .

• i was at the mall today and pulled out my ipod touch, managed to find a network that got hacked (note: the network was called: ‘got hacked’.  haha) and tweeted at the mall.
• i tweet before i get out of bed in the morning.
• i had to kick wil wheaton off my following list because he was tweeting too much (or i was checking too much . . .
• i have not one but two twitter apps on my ipod, not to mention mobile web.
• i’ve tweeted twenty five times in the last twenty four hours.

. . .  follow me? @redemption2005

this is getting weird.  third 12 of 12, third am puffer picture–this time with peak flow meter!

this is what my desk looked like before dance–ventolin, apple juice and crackers anyone?

math kills me all the time, but tangrams made it a whole lot worse.  i got one of the problems, and that’s only because my friend did it for me.

myself (the scarf’ed one) and jess on the bus going to the ballet

waiting for the ballet to start

this is what we’re seeing.  we’re still waiting.

it was a matinee.  that means it was full of children and a few old people. i’m pretty sure the red shirt lady is the one who told us to be quiet and then her elementary school kids left in the middle quite loudly.

blurry juliet.  my phone only takes good pictures in the light.

do they call them curtain calls in ballet, too? also blurry.

the symphony/ballet are fragrance free!  this makes multiple chemically sensitive asthmatics like me happy.

this does not make me happy–i complain about the dust in my school a lot (mostly on my asthma blog).  this is a picture of the construction i took after we got back from the ballet.

my guitar teacher’s neighbour has a picture of Jesus on his/her door.  faaantastic.

perhaps you should follow me?

now, if i ever become a teacher, and some kid offers me an orange, at least i can tell him that i’m allergic to oranges.

i can’t believe it took me nearly eighteen years.

when i finally got up this morning and the first thing i did after mentally complaining about the time change was grab some popcorn.  i’ve kinda been eating it ever since.  darn you small kernels bags being actually large, and say cheese cheese popcorn being good.