So, I went to a blog “class” yesterday. You might ask why. I’m asking myself that today. It’s not that I didn’t enjoy myself in the class. It’s not that I didn’t learn anything new. It’s a puzzlement/disapointment because I didn’t plan on making this any bigger than it already is. Note, I said didn’t.Here’s what happened: the class was taught by someone who introduced herself as someone who prefers wikis over blogs and thinks that the whole blogging thing has gotten out of control. That may be true, but why say it to a roomful of BloggerHopefuls, BloggerWannaBes? Nevertheless, she taught me about Vox and for that alone, I am grateful. It handles pictures much easier than Here or There. I’ve already “posted” a dozen shots on the *~new!~* space.
Here’s the deal: I have the strictly academic, mostly anemic blog on that OtherSpace; I have the running, only running blog on xanga; and I’ve got my happy ranting home right here on WordUpPress. Now, I’m adding a photo-IfYouWill-blog on the *~new!~* site. Yup. One more place to go. Here’s what else I’ve decided: I am going to track allll the charity mail that solicits my address (starting in ’07). I’ll review what I receive in the mail and I’ll keep a $dollar amount$ tracking on how much I actually spend on give to these places. My resolution for the new year (if you can call it such) will be to research these non-profits and just see how good-for-the-planet they really are AND see how much of a sucker they take me for. Any bets on the final figure for December 31st, 2007? Yes, I’m including entrance fees to charity runs.
Another “plan” for 2007 and the *~new!*~ blog is to do an “On This Day…” or “National (fillintheblank) Day” post. This was inspired by the smartypants who pointed out I enjoyed ham on National Veggie Day. I’m curious now.
I started The Plague (you all have read Albert Camus) before I got sick. Not a good thing while you’re puking as you can surely imagine. So, I’ve started Things Fall Apart, instead. It’s another 
So…Today was the Hot Chocolate Road Race for 
Before I even started I realized I was decked out in sweat sucking cotton. I was inviting chaffing without even realizing it. Had I not learned anything? Mile one I realized I forgot a sports bra. I’m no Double D. I’m not even a bouncy C but still, I knew that I would pay for not protecting the goods. Mile two I realized I forgot to put on deodorant…no wonder no one was to the left or right of me! Mile three and my clip started to slide out of my sweat soaked hair. What was I thinking? Where was my common sense? I felt ridiculous. Luckily, with the help of the Stones, Robinella, Natalie, sirsy, and KT I got through 35 minutes without too much embarrassment. I’m ready for the Hot Chocolate Race.
I find it really funny that I even had a preferred list. I might be the only one. Still, I laugh. From that other place:
My husband and I are decked out in our Santa hats. He’s in Patriots red, white and blue because The Game is on the big screen. I have to raise my voice to be heard, but that’s okay. I’ve had my way with BubbleGum all morning. Try! and Continuum continuously. We’re both humming “Gravity” under our breath. We’re twins – We’re wearing the Santa hats, sporting the holiday cheer, not because I’ve been a Christmas freak this entire weekend, but because I refuse to turn on the heat. How ironic. I spend time writing out my holiday card list while thinking warm thoughts, but I won’t turn crank the thermostat. I bought more gifts this afternoon – Dane, Ruby and Mom all got a little something more – but I’m being miserly with the oil. What gives? I blame it on the way I was raised. Really. I can hear my parents now, “Cold? Put on a sweater. Where are your slippers? Have some tea.” I am my mother’s daughter for sure.
The apartment is Christmas decked out. Christmas ready. Big time. I don’t know how it happened. One minute we are at the Warehouse, buying kitty litter, mouthwash and paper towels, the next we are decorating not one, but two Christmas trees. This was supposed to be a day of chores – changing light bulbs, putting away loads of laundry, using up leftover avocados. Instead, it became one of Christmas music (Babyface, Merrymen and a mix), white twinkle lights up the stairs, colored twinkle lights in the kitchen, unwrapping goofy, beautiful, precious ornaments. We decided my Charlie Brown tree of nearly 20 years was finally too small for all the ornaments collected over all those years, so we upgraded to a four foot fake. I’m okay with not getting the real deal. Some traditions are too sacred for anything but the island. We agreed to get balsam and bayberry scented candles to compensate. This is how my husband rocks: after we had gone out shopping twice he noticed we needed a ground plug adapter in order to have both trees lit at the same time. He went out again just to get the adapter and came back with even more lights!
