Oh sure! I was just getting an ID so I could post comments. It's a trap. Now I see how La bruja got sucked into the vortex.
I never was very good at clicking the right button on a PC. I'm an Mac person. But since our Imac is getting old and tired (like me) I'm converting.
I hope there are no unwritten rules about how often one has to post on a blog. I have a journal bound in lovely tooled leather from Morocco which starts out valiantly, skips a few days, sputters along and eventually jumps ahead five years. I'm sure that the five years contained so many adventures and challenges that I just didn't have time to write. It does make me sad to think that many memories are lost because I didn't just jot them down. I shall repent. Again.
The klutzmom comes from the fact that I am a mother of nine and a Klutz. The knee high "boot" on my left leg, three cuts on my hands along with several bruises attest to the latter fact. Unfortunately several of my children have inherited the klutz gene. mentaltesserae They have fortunately also inherited some good traits from both parents and are an improvement on the old stock. I love them all and am proud of every one of them. And our 16 grandchildren, but don't get me started on that!
Okay, here goes. I am about to take the leap of faith and click on the publish button. If you never hear from me again, it's because I didn't figure out how to find my blog again or decided I was out of my comfort zone and would be perfectly content to read other blogs and comment from the shadows.
Wednesday, February 28, 2007
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