Who knew . . . it's my blog but you hardly ever see me?
I realized the other day that I rarely post pictures of myself on my blog. Probably because many of my life experiences involve constant motion and no time for cameras or because there really isn't anything to take a picture of or because they are unexpected (like the guy wearing a suit and a backpack and a biking helmet rollerblading up Madison Avenue pulling a roller duffel bag behind him while trying to keep up with the flow of traffic including 5 cabs and a city bus - I really saw that yesterday and didn't have a camera, bummer).
And because it has been sometime since I started this blog you may have forgotten that this blog is not for you, it's not for me, it's for my grandmother so she can join me in some of my adventures. So if you know her then you will know that the only thing she ever asks of her grandchildren is for pictures to put on her fridge and display around her house. And if you saw her fridge you will know that I am not a very obedient granddaughter because my pictures are a bit out dated and far and few between.
So Honey, here are some pictures for your virtual fridge. I will see what I can do to get these printed off and sent to you to put on your real fridge.
3 comments:
I love you...you're such a crack up.
great face. all of them.
did you get a haircut? it looks good.
boiled and egg today and thought of you. you better now?
So good to see you!!!
I love reading your blog, but I'd love to see your pretty face more often in your posts!!!
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