Actually, I only became a writer/editor so that I can dress eccentricly. So that I can wear pashminas and gaudy jewelry and bright shoes. Then people say, "oh yeah, she's a writer." It's wild. When you're unpublished and you say you're a "writer," people assume you're some delusional no-talent dreamer. As soon as you're published, you're suddenly legitimate and authoritative. You can wear head turbans and people will want your advice on dog vaccinations and suddenly the things you say are "quotes." ("Change advocate Van Schooneveld says words, when uttered by a published author, become quotes.")
And by the way, my neck doesn't look really look like that when I eat, does it? Maybe that's why Mike always eats so fast, with his head down.
I got my copies of the Hope Lives ministry kits this week. They're real purty.
And we're continuing to eat our tasty farm produce. We made Thai lettuce wraps with cilantro lime sauce.
And look! There to the left! I added a blog roll thingy. Only none of my friends write blogs, so it's looking pretty sad. Why don't you blog? You're making me look like a nerd. I've spent the majority of 1996 to 2008 trying to prove I'm not a nerd. And now you're ruining it for me because you won't get off your lazy butt and blog.
I did include Dooce on the roll, the winner of my Fingernails That Shine Like Justice Contest. It's there to convince outsiders that I'm totally with it. Read at your own risk; I can't be blamed for any F bombs dropped on you there, but the pictures are nice. I also put an RSS Feed Thingy there to the left. I don't really know how it works, but again, trying to look totally with it.
P.S. What do you think of my new blog look. Too dark?