Ok, well here it is, a bit premature mind you, but I've offically moved to a new web log. I'm still in the learning stages and theres really nothing there yet but it's where I will be posting from here on out. It's called "inknoise" and for those of you who hate blogger and HTML, can't seem to sit through all of typepads pages of "helpful" instructions and still have no clue how to post anything...perhaps inknoise is the way for you as well.
The site is: http://sturdybridges.inknoise.com/sturdybridges
--Please make a note of it
i am so over this blog...Im in process of moving over to typepad. Sorry I've not posted much but I can't stand to even open my page any more because it's so...so...so purple...,I guess what I'm saying is that I'm currently "uninspired" and have been for sometime now, but that should change momentarily. Thanks for your patience.
Robbie and Grace(and b-b) are needing some love
Easter Sunday, Resurrection day. Church, Stubbs, "Eternal sunshine of a spotless mind", and a few phone calls...all in all, not a bad day but alittle lonely; I think that might be slightly ironic.
today I am a
You are a
GRAMMAR GOD!
If your mission in life is not already to
preserve the English tongue, it should be.
Congratulations and thank you!
How grammatically sound are you? brought to you by Quizilla...alright! I mean, all right
Shannon is about to get bumped from my links...she blogs less than I do these days. I would link to her on this post, but once again, I'm on a Mac, and I'm too lazy to look up the code.
just got over my once-a-year illness...happy it wasn't allergies, as was originally feared. Busy at work with Easter coming up (matching the color of shoes to dress for Jesus I suppose), and missing the Jones and the Chapmans. This is going to be a hard summer I'm afraid...I'm feeling the travel bug all ready and it's only April.
Can't imagine what
this would be like to see now, so many years afterwards-- and I definitely can't fathom what it was like going through the Chernobyl experience when it was actually happening. I thought Communism was an unimaginable experience...add that disaster to it...10 fold. Could you imagine having only but a few minutes to gather your life up and flee your home in evacuation, leaving behind all that you have ever known...no time to think, only to run--never to return? This is worth taking some time looking at (her english is charming and captures eastern european humor, even in the somberest of situations)...it made me not want to take my lot for granted.
