I have been upchucking all evening (after eating at a resturant my father affectionately refers to as "Whoremaster") but I took time out of my busy schedule to update my page for you, dear reader.

First up, I have a poem to share with you. My dear friend Kim got me a magnetic poetry kit for my birthday, and my also-dear friend Mary used to to write a poem in my honor. And I do feel honored. Thank you ladies.

Next, in case you thought the other Lina was a product of my perverse imagination, check out the photographic evidence that she not only exists, but is clearly a degenerate:

I also remembered that I should have listed my miniature golf accomplishments in with my awards listing the other day. I have gotten three mini-golf trophies in my day--one standing at a full two feet tall--for my acheivements in the mini-golf tournament circuit on the New Jersey shore. But don't be fooled by the rocks that I got, I'm still Lina from the block. In response to the questions I have been receiving in regards to the greased pig travesty, I actually have a picture of me dragging some poor swine by its hind limbs through a sawdust filled arena in front of a roaring crowd, but I am too discombobulated to scan it right now. Maybe tomorrow, if you ask nicely.

If you are getting sick of the sometimes days of old cam pics, you should sign up for free at camrecord.com (and no I don't get anything for plugging them, unfortunately). Then you can go to this link here and see all my new pics and select your favorites, etc. Good times, right?