I’ve been working on a little project.  (when I push time into the computer while hubby isn’t working on some paper or another...) I’ve been working in new layouts/skins.  Currently I use a free template from Blog Moxie and a sort of edit of that.  (I made all the images a pink shade.) I want to go back to using my own layouts/skins.  (And the “sandwich” method of skinning - it has the best customization power.) My goal is to have three totally new and original skins done by May 17th.  (My birthday. Wanna to pamper me? ) The image that accompanies this post is a little teaser of the first skin. I started working on it tonight.  I’ve been playing with fonts, and self back backgrounds with this skin.  Pink and green are my two favorite colors; and these shades go nicely with each other, I think.  This is gonna be fun.  You’ve (most likely) seen my other skins, right?  Do you have any thoughts about what I should try in these new skins?  Some image you though was “totally Luka” when you saw it, or something?  I’d love to hear that sort of feedback. :)

I don’t think I’ve mentioned this internets, but my kitties have taken to grooming each other.  I’m not sure who started it, but we captured it on film the other day.  Yupp. We caught Kayce giving Kaos the once, or twice, over on his head. I got two good snaps of it.  This morning Kayce licked Kaos so much that when he came back into bed with me to snuggle/purr like a motor boat he was practically wet on his back.  So sweet. 

So. Yeah. I need a new tag line. I asked for suggestions, but the peanut gallery was silent. Bummer. Anyway. I’ve picked some tag lines I think are clever. But since I’m full of the shite, I need some help deciding which gem will be my tag line.  I’ve listed the taglines in no particular order. Which one should be my claim to fame? :)

This is the last day for this poll.

I wanted to point out the Silver Jewelry Club again. They’ve had some wickedly different things posted lately.  Dangly earrings with two different jewels, funky pendants.  Even some really cool channel set rings. You otta go check it out.  I’m an affiliate too, and I get 50 cents for each other that comes through me. I’m up to a buck fifty now! :) It’s totally legit. I got my earrings just this week. Pretty purple amethyst princess cut ones.  I think I want to get a whole bunch of little matching dangles/pendants and make a charm bracelet outta them :) Make sure you check it out. 5.99 is SO do-able, right?

Thanks to Irish Breen, Bonnie (whose new layout I lurve), Schleifnet, Daria, Owen, EndlessTrail, Anna and Phil for posting here at my site for the April FFAF! :) I didn’t get around to posting on anyones blog this go around. I wasn’t feeling up to it. I’m much better today, but yesterday is s different story. Thanks again guys! :) See you on May 27th!

My imagninary friend :

She would be my evil half. Able to read my mind and have no fear to say or do all the things that I hold back. She would stand up to my boss during one of her many power trips and punish her by putting Exlax in her coffee, super glue on her keyboard and shoe polish on the ear piece of her phone.

She could silence my children in the car. Produce healthy snacks and drinks upon request on the drop of a dime. Get the laundry done, bathroom cleaned, kitty litter scooped, dishes washed, children bathed and put to bed with out a single argument.

She would be able to finish my sentences and pick up tasks right where I left off. She would know, understand and respect my inner fears and protect my secrets. She would give me motivation to get off my ass and get things done.

Thanks for letting me share.

Irish Breen

my bed. Just because last night I stayed up 5 hours later than usual, drank a bottle of wine and five beers, and was up at 7:00 a.m. today. I don’t remember nights like this hurting so much when I was in my 20s.

~ Bonnie

before we begin this interrogation… Today is the sixth day of the Jewish holiday of Passover… I wish I could apologize for the loud farts I’ve been letting loose at my desk in my office as of late… you see I work in a large office filled with cubicles and every once in a while you just need to… well cut the cheese and of course you try for silence but that gets deady sometimes… and every so often… FFFEEERRRRRPPPPP… yea that loud, but mercifully short one pops out and you hope either no once notices or they’ll blame the smelling weird guy that works in accounting… ...an imaginary friend?  you mean other than the ones I already have? mmmm, well he’s really tall and likes to dance… he has lots of money… and a tv show… he likes to sing too… but he has a problem with hanging out with to many kids… he is kind of furry… oh and purple… and a dinosaur… and his name is bLarney… yeah that’s it… my ‘imaginary friend’… ...Today I love… myself… money… fortune cookies… chocolate… um,… my wife…

thanks for the free for all,
Schleifnet
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Hola! It’s Friday again. And April’s almost over, too? Shit, time really does fly when you get older.

Let’s see… I’ve already written about my childhood imaginary friend here at Incogblogo… And seeing as I’m anti-social, I don’t think I have the energy to create a new one.

So I’ll go with the potentially sad and maudlin “If I could apologize for one thing...” door.

If I could apologize for one thing, it’d probably be what a shitty girlfriend I was to my first boyfriend Kenny when I was eighteen. After six months and a complicated, twisted story involving drug-addled friends and a boatload of my own issues that I won’t get into, I actually fed him a line about how I was busy and I’d call him “when and if I had the time”. Yes, I used the “I’ll call you line” - six months into a relationship!

A couple of months later when my grandmother died, I got a voicemail from Kenny. He wanted to let me know how sorry he was. I felt like shit.

I’ve been single ever since, which really isn’t because of the ending of this relationship, but more because I think I’m too fucked up to put my issues on someone else…

But we’ll save that story for another day.

-Daria, the Diner Bitch