The Switcher-ooni

Thanks to all you other browser-users. I had no idea. I'll definately be working on that more later. I hate the idea of leaving some of ya'll out.

However, I am not what one would call a patient kind of gal. I want a working sight now. And, I am cheap. Sure there are plenty of free websites. I know. I'm using one. It's a real pain in the ass to use, though. And I don't want to pay for a website just yet. Not until I know more of what I want and how I want to present it.

AND, I am sick of this blog. I know, that sounds horrible. But, there is a new kind of Blogger now, and I have been left behind. It's getting kind of tired looking, anyway. What with the old Christmas decorations and all. Geez. Who DOES that? Some crazy Farrah Fawcett wannabe has been hanging out in the corner, too. Creepy.

So.....I have a new blog. Yes, I do. Stop rushing to my profile looking for it. I had to create a new Blogger identity. So I could get the New and Improved Blogger, and all it's bells and whistles. And no holiday decorations.

It's also a great way to start fresh. I've been doing this here for well over a year, and I know this is a very public blog, but not to my family it isn't. And I don't want to say to them now, all of a sudden, that I have a blog. With over a year's worth of content. I have enough secrets going on in my life at the moment. I'm starting to feel like the wife in that movie True Lies. Except that I'm not gonna dance around a pole. No. I'm putting my foot down.

So, new blog. It doesn't have much yet. Just a few patterns I have transferred over. I'm still playing with the design a bit. A lot of stuff here is going to get left behind. Including all the posts. If you are ever having a dreary day, need a giggle, please feel free to dive into the archives.

I still plan on making a proper website, with the URL you already looked at (or didn't, dpeneding on your browser). But, for now, disregard that. If you already bookmarked it, you'll need to change it. If you already tattooed onto your arm, well, you're on your own. Sorry.

Remember, too, that ya'll swore not to mention any previous posts. It's like we never met. Mum's the word, right?

With all that said, my friends and fellow bloggers, from here until the end of time, please come and see me at

http://doyourworsted.blogspot.com/

Psssst...Firefox Users

I added some code to that website I was tellin' ya'll about yesterday. It's supposed to help Firefox users see the background image (which is about all that's on the page right now). Do me a favor and have a quick peek, let me know. Thanks!

www.doyourworsted.com

Big Question...

I have an important question for ya'll. Ok, a few of them. I want ya'll to think carefully about your answers. There may be a test later. If you are having trouble, do what I do. Ask yourself WWJMD?

What WOULD Jill Munroe do?

Yes. Yes it IS all about the Angels right now. Gotta problem with that? You just wait until I start up my own angency. Tara's Angels. Except I'll use a few strapping young men. And I won't be on a speaker phone. I'll just hang out with them. Yup. That sounds good to me.

Anyway.....

I have a website. It's nothing right now. Just a page with an image on it. No content. But, there will be. What I want to know is....if I were to move my blog there, would ya'll be OK with that? I don't think it would be right away. Just as a part of the site building process, maybe. I'm toying with the idea.

BUT......that' not the important question. If.....IF.... if I create a new blog there, and assuming some of ya'll go there to read it, and IF I were to tell my alleged husband that I have a blog, would ya'll be willing to keep thoughts about any previous blogs (such as this one) to yourselves?

Ya'll would do that for me, right?

Yes, I am on dial-up. A few of ya'll mentioned that I may be seven shades of crazy for using dial-up. I just want to assure you all that I am NOT that crazy. Crazy, but not THAT crazy. I live out in the country. We have no cable, no high speed internet, no nuthin'. Not my fault. And yes, it DOES suck. I'm sure there are all kinds of fancy other ways to get internet. I've seen all you show-offs with your laptops and woreless internets. But, those things cost money, yes? I thought so. So, unless we start selling stuff like that at the dollar store, I'll be on dial-up for a while.

As to the music downloads....thanks! I am checking them all out. I like Walmart the best so far, but I have to figure out how to purchase. It won't let me enter a Canadian billing address. Which is kinda weird, since I'm pretty sure my Mastercard works just about anywhere. And Walmart is a fairly large company. They must have a FEW smart people working for them that can figure it out. Whatever. I'll eventually find something.

I'm working on my dad's website today. He's the most pain in the ass client I have evr had, and it's free. But, that's OK. He's Dad.

So, Alleged Husband got himself a new MP3 player for his birthday. Which is great. For him, I mean. I listen to talk radio all day, so it would be a poor investment for me. But, he likes his music. And it has a built in stop watch and pedometer. I suppose in case he wants to time how long it takes to walk a few steps. Exciting.

The problem is, we don't know where from to get him music. Obviously from his exisiting cd's. We did that. But, the last time we downloaded music from the internet was back in 2001 and we used Napster. For all of our wedding music. Very handy. I have NO idea where people get thier tunes from anymore. It's not as if we want to steal it. We'd be happy paying a fair price per song. We just don't know where to go. And, considering we are on dial-up, it would need to be a fairly efficient kind of website.

So? Anyone? Where do ya'll snag your songs from?

Today, my friends, is freedom day. Today is the day that BOTH brats are in school. FINALLY. And that means that I have my mornings back. For crazy things like coffee and computer time. I've also introduced someone new to the morning routine. His name is Prairie Bran Toast and he is made of 100% whole grains. He's a little dry.....not much of a sense of humor. But, I'm told he's good for me. I'll give him a one loaf trial and see how he does.

The weekend was spent in Ottawa and a chunk of yesterday was spent with Little Brat at the doctor's. She has something in her foot. No idea what. It looks like it may have been there for a while, but she just started complaining now. They took x-rays. She was a little disappointed that the x-ray machine didn't have a little window like mom's digital camera, so she could see her foot bones. The machine didn't see anything inside her foot, either. Nobody really said what else we should do. So, uh, ya. I guess I'll have to take her to another doctor at some point. And see if something gets done. I shouldn't even be surprised anymore when I walk out of that office feeling like I've been tricked. That it's really NOT a doctor's office, just a bunch of people faking it. "You're, us, sick, eh? Right. Ok. Well, let's.....um. Penicillin! That's it. Penicillin will help with the bleeding. Er, I mean vomiting. Right.......Next customer, please!"

I was also, GASP (hold onto something solid) crocheting more this weekend. I have been doing more on the weekends since Christmas. It's nice. I even bought yarn yesterday. Some Bernat Softee Chunky. Or what ever the hell it's called. And some cotton yarn. I'm perfecting a new pattern freebie. It should be ready in a day or two. Excited? You should be. If you are sick and tired of all the knobs in your life.

Not very enigmatic, I know. I'm only up a half a coffee so far. I'll get more clever as the day continues.

I'll be heading to work later today. Anyone need anything from the Dollar Store? Chapstick? Toy dinosaur? Banana made of glass? 'My Pet Monster' Valentine's cards? He's a monster of a friend, ya know. No? Ok, then. Next time, yes?

Good morning. How ya'll doin?

Angel Hair (no, not the pasta)

I spent yesterday in bed. No, not for THAT you dirty little buggers. I was dying. AGAIN. So, I stayed in bed. And watched the first season of Charlie's Angels on DVD. And, although I had watched the show when it first aired, there were a few things about it that I either didn't notice or just plain forgot.

1. The angels have SPECTACULAR hair. I want it. And it occurs to me, now, that I have been trying to have angel hair most of my life. Even when the style was big 80's bangs or the 90's Rachel and Monica styles, I always had long, flowy hair. With the intention of letting it flow free and wild, so that I may fling it over my shoulder with a flirty little wink. I am still working on the flirty wink, but DAMMIT if I don't have angel hair, or at least as close as a human being can get.

2. They always have a purse. And there is a new one for each outfit. And yet, when they travel to, let's say Mexico, to find out who caused a heroin filled plane to crash, they only bring one little tiny suitcase. And, considering that the way they solve a crime is to attend as many parties as possible, that suitcase must carry many changes of dresses AND all the different purses. I don't know about the rest of ya'll, but purses take up a LOT of the room in my closet. When the angels go sneaking around, they have a purse, too. Angels, leave the purse in the car. It's ok. You can carry your lock picking set disguised as lipstick in your pocket.

3. I see now that the overall message of the show is that girls can get whatever they want, even crimes solved, as long as they are stunningly beautiful and sleep around with everyone possible. How I didn't come out of my 1970's TV days as a complete and total future slut is a real mystery to me. In some divine intervention, I was able to keep the hair, but not the hoarishness. Yay me.

4. Charlie is just a dirty, dirty old man. With money. You know he's really uggo, right? All those girls sitting on his lap are hookers. Totally.

5. Kate Jackson bugs me. She's too....I don't know....smarmy.

All that said, I would still, of course, become an angel in a heartbeat. Sign me up. I would totally kick ass. And I have the hair for it.

Well, I tried. I tried to switch to the so-called 'new' Blogger. But, it didn't let me. Whatever. I didn't want it anyway.

But, I am probably going to be playing around with a new blog design. New year, new look. So, if you see odd things pop up here and there, don't be alarmed. It's just me. I swear.

Also, I am fully aware that my Christmas decorations are still up. I know. So is my tree at home. And if I catch my husband trying to take it down, there may be a repeat of past years in which I throw myself in front of it with my arms akimbo and yell "Don't touch my pretty, pretty tree!" So, there. Leave me alone. I'll take them down eventually.

Things That Bug Me, Part 214

This just wouldn't be a Tara blog if Tara didn't blog about things that bug her. Starting with people that refer to themselves in the third person. Sorry. Tara won't do that anymore. But, I will give you a few more random pet peeves in, of course, list form. Not that there is really any other way to do it, except maybe a horribly long and annoying run-on sentence. And I won't do that, because it just happens to be point number one.

~ Run on sentences really bug the crap out of me because it just goes to show that some people never bothered to learn basic punctuation in school so that makes me wonder what they were doing instead of learning where to put a period or a comma so maybe they were smoking in the bathroom or making out under the bleachers or some other stereotype commonly associated with school.

~ People who bring their little tiny dogs into public just because they are small. That's stupid. I bet my 80 pound dog is better behaved than most of them and is a lot less likely to piss on the floor. I don't care if you are keeping them in your purse. Under the same logic, we should all be able to take bottles of vodka with us to the public library or to pick up the kids at daycare or go visit Grandma at the home, as long as they are the tiny airplane sized bottles. A dog is a dog, and they carry the same germs no matter the size. And, no, it's not the same as a seeing eye dog. Those are highly trained animals that serve a purpose, and that purpose is NOT to make their owner's purse look cute. A dog is a DOG. Leave it at home. If you need something cute and small that you can dress up to bring shopping with you, get a baby.

~ Stuffing should be cooked INSIDE a turkey whenever possible. That's all I'm saying about it.

~ I hate my cat. He's an a$$hole. Big Brat, who usually takes care of him, is staying with my sister-in-law for the week. He's decided to try and trick me into feeding him earlier. Like at 3:00 AM. There are skylights above my head when I sleep and there is a window ledge on them. He jumps up there and then flies through the air to land on my stomach. He nibbles and bites any part of my body that escapes the blankets. He curls up on my head and purrs so loud my ear drums come close to popping. I hate him. HATE him. Sure, he's cute. And I'm not kicking him out of the house or anything. But, is it really fair that this little jacka$$ is going to live for up to a decade, and my poor dog only has a few years left in him? Stupid cat.

~ When people use dollar signs instead of the letter 's' to say asshole and jackass. Chicken$.

~ Chocolate advent calendars that have an extra week leading up to New Year's Eve. How lame. We all know what you are doing. It's just a ploy to sell YOUR chocolate advent calendars over the competition. It didn't work by adding every single corporate character you could think of, because everyone knew that you could get the same thing for cheaper if you settled for a plain old picture of Santa and his reindeer. So, you added more chocolate. You sneaky little buggers. Not that I don't admire the ingenuity of it. Very smart. But, as the mother that still has to deal with the daily dose of morning chocolate all the way up to New Year's, I think you suck.

~ At work the other night, one of the little hooligans I work with (I say that as a term of endearment because I love them all) said something along the lines of "Cassette tapes? What do we have those for? Do people even still use cassette tapes?" YES, you little bugger. And some of us even remember BEFORE cassette tapes, so SHUT UP. All of my childhood music, including the soundtrack from the Electric Company, Sesame Street Disco, The Mini Pops, Alvin and the Chipmunks and the Smurfs and the Magic Flute were all on record. And that doesn't even include all the books on record I had. Remember that guy's voice? "Read along with me, and when you hear the chime it's time to turn the page." I had a huge crush on him. So, NO, you young little whippersnapper, cassette tapes are NOT that old. So, shut up.

HAPPY NEW YEAR!

I know. I said I would be here to tell you all of my new year's resolutions before midnight. Well, I didn't. I guess I lied. Or misinformed. Whatever. Let's just mark that down as resolution number one. Ok? Does THAT make you happy? Good.

Now, lets' get on to the resolutions. Please keep your arms, legs and other various appendages and body parts inside the blog at all times. For reals. You should see the last guy that didn't. Lost an elbow. Seriously. Can you imagine life without an elbow? So, pay attention.

Resolution Number One:

No more 'lying' to my blog readers. Even if it wasn't technically a lie. I just ran out of time. Ok, no. THAT was a lie. I had a light work day yesterday. But, I started the day off 2 hours away with a hungover husband that drank too much while yapping all night with his father, and a 4 year old telling everyone she saw that "Daddy exploded red wine. EXPLODED." It was a long day. So, I opted to watch 'Superman Returns' instead of getting on the computer. I just changed my mind, that's all. It's not the same as lying. So, I'm not going to apologize anymore. In fact, I'm changing the first resolution.

NEW Resolution Number One:

Stop changing my mind.

Oh......oops. Well. we'll work on that one.

Resolution Number Two:

I need to crochet more. I barely even touched a hook since October. OCTOBER. I've been so busy. And tired. But, I started something this weekend. And it was nice. Just holding the hook and yarn again was nice. And, how can I show off what I make, if I don't make it, right?

Resolution Number Three:

Show off more. I know. I show off EVERYTHING. But, I feel I could do more. But, I will just have to accomplish more so I can show it off. Right? Speaking of which, I have something to show off now. Check this out.

My first sign design. Obviously I have wiped out any identifying features, since it's my dad's store. And I take no credit for the use of font. Seriously. I tried to get him to change it. He wanted Comic Sans MS font. He was insistent. Whatever. Look! I'm up in lights! If you count the distant street lights at the end of the parking lot. And forget that my name is not actually on it. And I DO.

Resolution Number Four:

To take over the WORLD.....MWAHAHAAHAH......

Ooops. Did I say that out loud? Ok, ignore that one.

REAL Resolution Number Four:

I think I may need just a touch more coffee. I'll let ya'll know how that works out.

Resolution Number Five:

I need to stop eating. No, not entirely. Just the pigging out part. I used to be so young and cute and skinny. I can't do much about the young part, but I can work on cute and skinny. I want to be hot again. I want customer boyfriends. You retail girls know what I mean. Those guys that think that because you are nice to them you must looooove them. So he comes in all the time and makes sure he gets to talk to you. Because you're a hot girl that is nice to him. Not that it's your JOB or anything, to be nice to EVERYONE, even the creepy old guy that changes the topic 16 times in one sentence, or the lady that thinks leopard print scrunchies are the PERFECT accessory to skin tight leggings and a long white sweatshirt with her zodiac sign in glittery kittens on the front. I want one of those poor, naive men to choose me. ME. I want to be somebody's pretend girlfriend. Is that so much to ask? So, ya. No more food.

Resolution Number Six:

I need a haircut more than once a year. I think I will work on that. It's a hard one, though. Getting my hair cut is like losing a limb. It hurts. HURTS. I see all of my pretty, pretty hair falling to the floor and I want to cry. But, I know better. I KNOW. I know that getting it cut every once in a while is GOOD for my hair. So, I will go every three months. Starting this month. That makes it...(please hold while Tara attempts mathematics in her head)...4 haircuts before next New Years. I can do that. Right? Right.

Resolution Number Seven:

To be more mysterious. My zodiac sign, Scorpio, says I am supposed to be mysterious. But, I can't help feeling that I am slightly less than mysterious. What with the blog and the loquaciousness and all the showing off. So, I will be more mysterious.

In fact, I think I will start right now by leaving this room and.......

You're wondering what I did, aren't you? I'm not telling. See. Very mysterious.

Resolution Number Eight:

To do everything in multiples of seven.....Oh. Dammit. Nevermind. I'll try that one again next year.


Ok. You're turn. Tell me your best resolution. I especially want to hear from you lurkers.

I FINALLY get half a FRIGGIN' hour to post something here. And can I? NO! Blogger decides to be a BASTARD.

Yes, I get the irony of that graphic. If you can see it, obviously I CAN post. Whatever. It took a LOT of tries before I was able to post something. I now have no time left to tell ya'll my resolutions for the new year (allthough I will be back before midnight New Year's Eve to do so).

So. Ya. Have a great day. Stupid Blogger. Or, maybe it's the dial up. Whatever. They're both stupid. And my banking site, too. Ya. And my cat. My cat is stooooopid. But, that's it.

'Twas the Night Before Christmas ~ The Tara Version

'Twas the night before Christmas, when all through this blog

Not a creature was stirring, not even a ...frog?;

The stockings were hung by the sidebar with care,

In hopes that St. Nicholas soon would be there;

The Brats were nestled all snug in their beds,

While visions of mom ever getting off the computer danced in their heads;

And Husband in his....er.... 'kerchief, and I in my cap,

Had just settled down for a long winter's nap,

When out on the World Wide Web there arose such a clatter,

I sprang from the bed to see what was the matter.

Away to the ...Um...."Windows" I flew like a flash,

Double clicked open the file and threw up the sash.

The moon on the breast of the new-fallen snow

Gave the lustre of mid-day to objects below,

(That's my screensaver. Nice, eh? Very picturesque.)

When, what to my wondering eyes should appear,

But a miniature sleigh, and eight tiny reindeer,

With a little old driver, so lively and quick,

I knew in a moment it must be St. Nick.

More rapid than eagles his coursers they came,

And he whistled, and shouted, and called them by name;

"Now, Folgers! now, Maxwell! now, Starbucks and Timmies!

On, Nescafe! on Sanka! on, Nabob and ...uh...Chock full o' Nuts!

(what? Not EVERYTHING can ryhme, ya know. Shut up and enjoy it)

To the top of the Title! to the top of the Blog!

Now dash away! dash away! dash away all!"

As dry leaves that before the wild hurricane fly,

When they meet with an obstacle, mount to the sky,

So up to the blog-top the coursers they flew,

With the sleigh full of YARN, and St. Nicholas too.

And then, in a twinkling, I heard on the roof

The prancing and pawing of each little hoof.

As I drew in my hand, and was turning around,

Down the sidebar St. Nicholas came with a bound.

He was dressed all in fur, from his head to his foot,

And his clothes were all tarnished with ashes and soot;

A bundle of yarn he had flung on his back,

And he looked like a peddler just opening his pack.

His eyes -- how they twinkled! his dimples how merry!

His cheeks were like roses, his nose like a cherry!

His droll little mouth was drawn up like a bow,

And the beard of his chin was as white as the snow;

The stump of a pipe he held tight in his teeth,

And the smoke it encircled his head like a wreath;

(ok, Santa, this is a no smoking blog.)

He had a broad face and a little round belly,

That shook, when he laughed like a bowlful of jelly.

He was chubby and plump, a right jolly old elf,

And I laughed when I saw him, in spite of myself;

A wink of his eye and a twist of his head,

Soon gave me to know I had nothing to dread;

(except all the retail havoc he creates. Thanks, Santa. I 'owe' you one)

He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work,

And filled all the stockings; then turned with a jerk,

And laying his finger aside of his nose,

And giving a nod, up the sidebar he rose;

He sprang to his sleigh, to his team gave a whistle,

And away they all flew like the down of a thistle.

But I heard him exclaim, ere he drove out of sight,

"Happy Christmas to all, and to all a good-night."

Dear Santa....

Dear Santa,

I know. I'm a little late this year. I KNOW. You've been at the mall. You've seen me there. You know how busy I've been. But, here's my letter. You can call off your little pointy eared goons, now.
In the spirit of Christmas, and because I can't think of anything to ask for, I'm going to ask for things for others. You know. To be nice.

For the customers at the Dollar Store:

Please Santa, could you teach them all to put their carts away? Maybe the elves could hold a seminar. It shouldn't take long. Just so they stop randomly pushing carts in various directions. They seem to think that the carts have little minds of their own and will steer themselves into the corral. But, they don't. They just don't.

Oh, and since you will have them there, could you remind them the the dollar store counters don't have conveyer belts like the fancy shcmancy grocery stores. And that their cart will NOT melt out from under their stuff if they don't pile it on the counter as fast and as high as possible. You could help them relax. RELAX. And just enjoy the dollar store experience.

For my kids:

Santa, could you please send a robot mom for my kids. I know they didn't ask for it, but I can tell they really want one. One that looks a little like me. And will clean the house and all that crap. I know they would love that. Really. I swear it.

For Horatio Caine:

Horatio needs a rich wife from Europe. Please. PLEASE. Send him away. So I can watch TV on Monday nights again. Without gagging.

For Yul, the winner of Survivor:

I know. He won a million dollars. I'm very happy for him. But maybe you could overhaul his personality a little bit. Because I swear he is the EXACT same as an ex boyfriend of mine, and that's not good for anyone. What an ass that guy was.

For the Taliban:

Santa, could you get these guys some teddy bears and cozy blankets? Maybe some nice sleepytime tea laced with chill pills. Anything to get them to BUGGER OFF already. Thanks.

For my blogger friends:

Santa. Santa, Santa, Santa. I think I asked for more time last year. Fine, you didn't get it for ME, but what about all of my loving and faithful readers out there in the blogiverse? They miss me. They cry for me. They can't keep going on like this. Why, Santa? WHY? The world is cruel enough. Give these poor, poor bloggers a break and give me just one extra hour a day to sit and blog with a cup of coffee. Is that really so much to ask?

Ok, fine, for ME:

Could you pick me up a large Timmies with 3 cream and 2 sugar? Thanks.

Your Friend,
Tara

My Favorite Christmas Pirate Joke

Where did the pirate buy Christmas presents for little pirate children?

Get ready for it......

Toys-ARRRRRgh-Us!

Good morning everyone. I'm only here for a moment, before I return to the salt mines. Did ya'll know it's only one week until Christmas? Yup. One week. But, I'm not panicking. Nope. Not me.

Nope.

What? What's this? Am I really here? It all feels like a dream.

A day off! Wow!

Yes, peeps, I am here. Just for a few minutes. I have OH so many things to do on my day off. Fun things. Like buying a new litter box for the cat. Yup. Fun.

Another co-worker of mine, the sneaky little bugger, has found this blog. Everyone say HI CHAD. Chad is a future prime minister of Canada. Be sure to vote for him later on. In about 30 years or so. If you're Canadian that is. He says that I don't sound like myself in the blog. I'm not sure what that means. Whatever.

So, that's all you get from me for now. It's still BC (before coffee). Maybe, if you wish really hard, I'll come back later and tell ya'll about the new litter box!

I'm not dead....

...just really busy.

In case you are not convinced of my non-deceased-ness, in lieu of flowers, please send coffee. Lots of coffee. Enough to wake the dead. Thanks.

A Bit O' Wisdom and Other Tidbits

I know. I've been busy. Ya'll knew it was coming. And the only reason I have time now is because it's 5:02 am. And I've already been up long enough for a coffee. But, I still don't have a lot of time. Kids and school and work and all that. I was tagged a while ago, but I am still working on it. It's coming. For now, I will just share with you a few things I have learned this week.

~ Nobody has a sense of humor at 4:05 am. Nobody.

~ Christmas is apparently NOT the season to be jolly. According to many of my customers.

~ My new running shows are NOT waterproof in icy puddles.

~ Big Brat joined a knitting club at school. KNITTING. And then they asked for 2 bucks. So I sent it, and asked her later what it was for. For some of the kids to get yarn and needles. YARN and NEEDLES. Why am I paying for other people's kids to get things that I have in abundance?

~ Little Brat is AMAZINGLY proficient at speaking french. It floors me. She's learned more in a few months of Jr Kindergarten than I learned in 8 years in school. And my alleged husband can ask her questions that I have NEVER heard, in all my years learning french in school, and she can answer them. Keeping in mind that nobody in our house speaks french at home. Heck, we can barely get by with english some days.

~ Broken ass bones take a long time to heal.

~ And, most importantly, and I hope ya'll use this little tip whenever you can.....when in doubt, write a limerick.

Yarn

NaBloPoMo ~ THE END

So. This is it. The last day of National Blog Posting Month. What did I think of it?

That depends. Have the prizes been given out yet?

No? In that case....I loved it!

For reals, though, it has been fun. It was definately a challenge getting to the computer every day to try and post something. A few days were close calls. I was a fairly regular poster before, but everyday is HARD, peeps. Also, I feel as though the quality of my posts went down a bit. That's not all nablopomo's fault. I've been very busy. What with the glitter and all. But I think I would prefer posting less often, but with a bit more substance.

And I missed the visiting. In the small amount of time I have on the computer each day, I like to spend some of it visiting blog friends. That was almost impossible this past month. I plan to make up for it some in the coming days. Or maybe after Christmas.

All in all, I liked it. It was a challenge. And I tend to not pass down a challenge. Ever. So, please, don't dare me to do anything crazy. Please.