upon confessions of guilt to various bloggers for my lack of entries, I found solace in the fact that I'm not the only one who's been a bit slack. it's selfish to deny readers and trust me the guilt whispers in my ear plenty. guilt, guilt guilt. maybe more chocolate will help.
windorwithout was conceived 6 years ago, before that I enjoyed a few years of vela baja wind reports, before that a few years of my 'vail valley venus' column. guess, I love to write but right now I'm wanting change.
problem is, it's just like a sport, if I don't write I get flabby. heck, I don't even bother to CAPITALIZE. what's a girl to do? to tell the truth, I'm just not sure. so until I figure it out...
this is what it did a few days ago
this is what it did last year on april 28th
this is what it's been doing
this is what I was doing
this is what was crawling across the floor
this is what's happening at the simmer shop
this is what they do at lowers
this is what all dogs dream of
this is what the pros do (and I hope to do one day)
|us33 - sophie took this shot (go here, see what she does in real life)|
|us33 - jimmie hepp pic|
|us3 - jimmie hepp pic|
this is what I do when the sun does that
this is what I am going to do for easter
there it is, a review of my thoughts, my life, my guilt, and my passions. I confess that I feel guilty not offering you more so to feel better, I'll eat plenty of chocolate and "be sure to smell the flowers along the way." - walter hagen