If my hands are stained black and red...

it must mean I'm journaling again. I have been in a black hole of journaling lately. No excuse either since I'm even on spring break this week. Keeping up with my blog seems to be even harder since I did journal around the fifteenth and that's not been posted. I have been sticking things in flickr. To see what I've been up to go there and scroll down a bit.

Surfing the web again.

I don't seem to be able to tear myself away from the computer lately. There are just too many interesting things to see, especially in people's flickr photostreams.

I stopped at the thrift store on the way home on Friday and got a cool vest. It's all wool patchwork. It and a rayon skirt, five Fisher Price peek-a-boo blocks for my grandbaby (I keep adding to her collection.), six small stuffed animals to use in my Spanish stories at school, a small plastic doll chair and a McDonald's Happy Meal hamburger transformer came to $2.15.