P.S. I just re-read an old post from 2007, "Breathe, Pull, Kick" or something, and no -- I still haven't gotten that birthday present I was waiting for. Still waiting.

Still

waiting.

And now it's a loooong time since my last post. I really just don't get blogging. Can't I say anything I'm thinking into my paper journal? And then anything public I need to say can go on fb? Of course, I do have a little more creative freedom with the look of this page, but not much. What I really need to do (have needed to do for the past few years now) is make a new website. My last one was gorgeous, but I lost it when the ISP I made it on went under and I never redid it. Time to start over. Seriously. I keep putting it off for some reason, but I had so much fun when I first did it, I bet it would be even better now. Back then I wrote the whole thing in html, every line and tag and href -- there weren't all those programs like they have now to do it for you. And I have so much more stuff I could put into it. Time for my favorite quote:

"Man was born to live, and not to prepare to live." --Boris Pasternak