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ksmithI broke down and switched styles to S1 Refried Paper because, well, I couldn't stand the layout of the Notebook style anymore. Too smooshed together. All I have to do is figure out how to change the colors in Refried--I don't know how colors are defined in HTML, so I'd be guessing as to tone and shade. No time for that now, and the wheat-beige color doesn't clash too badly with my website scheme.
Gave blood today. Lived to tell the tale. Ate chocolate chunk and dried cherry cookies to rebuild my strength. Stuck my "Be Nice To Me--I Gave Blood Today" sticker over today's date on my Spike wall calendar.
There's just something about sticking my blood donation badge on a vampire calendar that makes me chuckle.
Speaking of calendars, received my 2005 Spike wall calendar in the mail today. Very nice photos, the bulk of which must have been taken on ANGEL sets. No more of the kinda tacky pseudo-Goth backgrounds, and James looks a shade older in these pics. Still nice to ponder, though.
Debating whether to stick with Pilates or give the local health club a try. The advantages of the local health club are that it's about five minutes from my house, offers weight training and some aerobics, and is probably a hell of a lot cheaper than Pilates with a personal trainer. The Pilates class I took was fun, and I definitely felt it a day or two later, but I'm not sure if it's enough. I need to build muscle and get my blood moving, so I'm inclined to go with the local club.
Also thinking about guitar lessons again. There's a local music school that offers adult lessons as well as kids' programs, and electric guitar is one of the instruments offered. My Peavey Falcon has been sitting in its case for a long time now. I would essentially be starting over--that year's worth of lessons in the late 90s are long forgotten--but I feel as though it may be time to get this going again. I really would like to learn to play songs I like. Under The Milky Way Tonight. Bohemian Like You. Too many others to count. I hope I like the instructor they set me up with, and that this time I manage to stick with the program.
Chords are going to slay me, though. Blasted C. Bar chords--argh! I can never seem to file my nails short enough--the quicks are almost even with the tips of my fingers, which means that when I press down, the skin can flatten out below the level of my fingernail. Which means I often have a devil of a time holding down strings, especially given the fact that I have no callouses.
Gave blood today. Lived to tell the tale. Ate chocolate chunk and dried cherry cookies to rebuild my strength. Stuck my "Be Nice To Me--I Gave Blood Today" sticker over today's date on my Spike wall calendar.
There's just something about sticking my blood donation badge on a vampire calendar that makes me chuckle.
Speaking of calendars, received my 2005 Spike wall calendar in the mail today. Very nice photos, the bulk of which must have been taken on ANGEL sets. No more of the kinda tacky pseudo-Goth backgrounds, and James looks a shade older in these pics. Still nice to ponder, though.
Debating whether to stick with Pilates or give the local health club a try. The advantages of the local health club are that it's about five minutes from my house, offers weight training and some aerobics, and is probably a hell of a lot cheaper than Pilates with a personal trainer. The Pilates class I took was fun, and I definitely felt it a day or two later, but I'm not sure if it's enough. I need to build muscle and get my blood moving, so I'm inclined to go with the local club.
Also thinking about guitar lessons again. There's a local music school that offers adult lessons as well as kids' programs, and electric guitar is one of the instruments offered. My Peavey Falcon has been sitting in its case for a long time now. I would essentially be starting over--that year's worth of lessons in the late 90s are long forgotten--but I feel as though it may be time to get this going again. I really would like to learn to play songs I like. Under The Milky Way Tonight. Bohemian Like You. Too many others to count. I hope I like the instructor they set me up with, and that this time I manage to stick with the program.
Chords are going to slay me, though. Blasted C. Bar chords--argh! I can never seem to file my nails short enough--the quicks are almost even with the tips of my fingers, which means that when I press down, the skin can flatten out below the level of my fingernail. Which means I often have a devil of a time holding down strings, especially given the fact that I have no callouses.
