okay. it's dead. my old custom template has disappeared into the cosmos. we'll have to live with this one for a while until i get back from vacation. it's like i've just broken the heel off my favorite shoes.

damn and double damn. someone's redecorated my blogger. let's see what happens now.

okay. bear with me here folks...something's gone afoul in my blog-o-matic.

hot, smart and feared by stoopit boys. no, not me...j. this pink bloque link is from her. it's perfect...activism with a soundtrack. and. cute. outfits. talk about yer subersive tactics. those hair helmetted washingtonians could learn a few things from these chicks. use what your mama gave ya.

ahem.

you've got to love anything called not martha. creative chicks who are not crafty chicks need a place away from the painted tin and wreathy set. enjoy!

whew! i've been gone for too long. my mom got new knees. spectacularly miraculous process. now she's looking for lee majors...bionics unite.

i'm getting ready to leave for two weeks. a yearly beach pilgrimage. this year a luxurious twwooo weeks. i haven't had a two week vacation since i was 10 years old. that was a last minute trip to florida. very griswold's...including the station wagon. my mother almost ran into a concrete wall when she fell asleep at the wheel. awww. family fun.

i've decided to offer up something great from the midwest before i set out. how about amazing indiana goat cheese. yep, indiana...though most agree it's tres french. this is definitely on my list of close-to-home day trips. goat cheese goodness.