I got all of your addys, thanks!! :) A bunch of you haven't accepted the invite to the new me yet, so check your inboxes. :)

Good things are happening. My baby girl turns 2 this weekend, my baby boy is aaalmost rolling over onto his tummy, and my mental constipation has loosened up a bit. :D

So check your emails, accept the invites and go take a peek. :)

gmail addys needed

Jot yours down in the comments pls... they are moderated so you're addy won't be published.

on being cryptic

Phil's comment to my last post got me thinking about being cryptic in my own writing. I'm relieved to know the reason behind some of his posts... all those that I had no idea how to comment on, and therefore, didn't. To know that they actually stand for something... I'm more likely to dig in and try to pull some meaning out of it.

I think I've always been this way--even now when I do crosswords and there is one word tripping me up, one word that I'm unsure of that is making it impossible to complete the puzzle, I am the one who flips impatiently to the back of the book to see if I'm right or not.

Recently, my brother, D, who is moving to the UK soon, gave me two boxes of his books. I'd forgotten about so many of them, and am THRILLED that he gave them to me. Included in one of the boxes are Usborne Puzzle Adventure books. I can remember reading these books and flipping to the hints or answers page when a particular page was taking me too long to figure out. I just wanted to get on with it and finish the book.

What I'm trying to say is that Phil has inspired me to look at things differently. To approach puzzles and cryptic things with more patience, and to try using that style of writing here, when things get so that I can't just write about them.

Here's something mildly cryptic that I wrote back in 2005...

Wish

Little Silver Dragons
Like Sucking Dynamite
Living Simply Dumb
Love Someone Dangerous
Lightning Strikes me Dead
Leaving Smarter Devils

Live Some Dream
Lacking Sense Desirous
Laughter, Spiting Death
Late, Stumbling Drunk
Leaving, She's Delirious

Make a wish.

Nuptials On a Luscious Scented Desert

He'll shrug and walk away.

the new look

Ok, so the "new" blogger is all right. The template is impossible to understand now, widgets control all, but oh well. The picture to the left is too big, and I can't figure out how to un-all caps the various titles, but maybe someone can enlighten me.

The picture at the top is horribly cropped--it's actually one of my favourite pics I took while we were in Poland last summer. It's Gdansk by night, from a bridge. I had to balance my camera on the very edge of the cement side of the bridge and I was paranoid it was going to plunge into the water even though I remembered to put the wrist strap on (after a few failed shots).

I'd rather have the stuff on my blog stretching to either side of the screen, but I can't figure out how to make a picture of mine take up the whole title. Yet.

I found radmad again today. I like how she writes each post as a little poem.

self-destruct.. or under construction

So, today I'm switching to the "new" blogger. I hope I don't regret this. I can see myself moving to a completely different host (wordpress) sometime soon and starting completely over (ok I already have but there's nothing there yet). For now, I can't stand how narrow the text column is on my current template, so a complete revamp is about to begin.

Converting blog to book

It's possible!!! Yay! I've wanted to create a hard copy of my blog(s) for a long time now... and it looks like I can!

Now... do I download the software and start... or do I sleep?

888

This is my 888th post.
888 is a nice, round number.
Kinda like me these days.
Nice and round.

hiatus

I'm going away for a while. Lots of things to sort out and a stomping, yelling toddler to tend to.

See you all soon.

nada

I don't know what this blog is anymore. I know what it has become--phx's bitch-fest. Blargh. My inspiration is hiding and (yes I do care about this second part) my readers are down to 0. Poo.

While I was at my parents' this weekend, I went through a ton of old photos with my mom. I found a bunch of me and took photos of them.

If I could go back in time, I'd go here: