As much as I like to blog, I really don't have that much to say. And while I like to think I'm a good writer, I can't for the life of me write good/funny/etc. things about myself. (Witness: every cover letter I've ever written and hence, my current job.) Also, I stupidly pulled up my blog while at my parents' house over the weekend, reminding my mother of its existence. I have expressly forbidden her to look at its contents but I am afraid that she will. Why I care if my mother looks at it, since it is available for the whole internet, is beyond me, but there it is. Also, the whole internet doesn't look at it, as is evidenced by my traffic reports.
Anyway, there is actually a post that I would like to start based on something that happened yesterday but I don't want to go into it just now.
So, getting to my point (TM Tripp Tracy) I have decided to regale you with a travelogue from my European adventures of 2004. Why I did not write them down is 2004 is also beyond me (apparently a lot of things are) but I did not. I meant to; I have the beginnings of a hand-written journal somewhere but it ends after I recorded my observations of the pilots ("cute") for our flight from Houston to Amsterdam.
I figure it's better to write down whatever I can remember now as opposed to in 40 years when I regale my grandchildren with tales of when grandma used to do cool things. (Sure, I hope to still be doing cool things in 40 years but better safe than sorry, you know?)
Anyway, I'm still assembling a timeline; at least I took a lot of pictures with timestamps and, being a packrat, saved lots of European receipts. (I thought the exchange rate was bad then. Ha. Hahaha!) And there is wikipedia!
So that's what you have to look forward to. Also, one of these days, I really am planning to start my 365 days of photos. Really. I am. Maybe after I work out...
