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Mammogram Pictures

Today I drove to Seattle to have a mammogram. I thought it was important enough to take pictures. Here they are.

Shame on you for thinking that the pictures I took were of a personal nature. Hang your head and tell yourself that you really need to be a better person. I took pictures of my trip to Seattle and back again.

I drove via the freeway for most of the way, but traffic was so bad that I ditched the freeway and cut across Boeing field to highway 99, which takes you on the viaduct through the west side of Seattle, overlooking Puget Sound. I simply held up my camera and clicked, hoping for a good picture. As you can see, we're still having dark clouds and rain. Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting
You can see downtown in this one. Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting The Aurora Viaduct, as it's called, passes over the Seattle waterfront, which you can see in the lower left of this photo. Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting Then you pass under Seattle in the Battery Street tunnel and cross the Aurora bridge over the Lake Union, and you come to the Zoo. You don't go in the zoo as much as you drive through the middle of it sort of. The little bridges you see are pedestrian walkways.
Photobucket - Video and Image HostingAs you continue on Aurora, you come to one of my favorite places. Greenlake. This is the neighborhood I grew up in. This is the lake my friends and I would walk around in the middle of the night, where we'd jump off the docks and swim with our clothes on, where we went after a formal dance in all our glory and played on the swings. This is Greenlake. Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting
Then I had lunch with my Dad at Taco del Mar, I had my mammogram (more on that delightful experience later) and I drove back home. I took another route home. I-5 to the east of downtown. Photobucket - Video and Image Hostingand then I passed through the flood zone. You may have heard that we've had some rain up here. Oh, just a little. There's not supposed to be water here. Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting Or here. Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting And here is an interesting picture of a car. There shouldn't be water where you see water in this picture either. Photobucket - Video and Image HostingIt was all good when I saw this near the end of my journey home, except all that water here in the picture? Yeah, it shouldn't be there either. Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting

I hear that we have more rain and wind in store for us tomorrow. Yay us!


  1. just caught up on your recent postings. i for one was interested in seeing your mammogram pictures. shame on me. i wanted to make sure they were good. also, you can swing by here and stay for as long as you need.
    bruiser would help you mellow out.
    deep breath. scream. it will make you feel better.
    lots of love your way,

  2. Annalee12:25 AM

    You know the meaning of rainbows but then, having an ark in the backyard wouldn't hurt either...

    There was a Flood coming and the sherriff went door to door to evacuate people. One old man didn't go,Said he was waiting for Jesus to save him.

    an hour later, water was up to the living room windows. Sherriff came again in a boat. For the Second time, the old man refused, saying that Jesus will save me.

    An hour later, the water was up to the roof and the sherriff came in a helicopter. The old man refused to go becuase he said Jesus will save me.

    Of course the old man drowned and was up face to Face with Jesus. The old man said "Why didn't you save me?". Jesus just shook his head and said, "I tried to, three different times."

  3. Anonymous6:11 AM

    You don't fool me. On the 14th floor of that dark towerblock straight ahead of you in that first picture, there is a woman clearly having her breasts squeezed. Don't tell me I am the only one who can see it.


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