I love playing with LJ pages and icons. Actually, I love finding stuff and shoving it at Deena and letting her play with it...

...I'm so lame.

But she does such good work!

Your new color scheme is cheerful! As long as it's not colored text on a black or dark background, you're good with me. I've been known to C&P text into another window when I couldn't read, say green or red on black.

Ginger, I am so sorry for your loss--both the death of your friend and the distance you're feeling as well. Peace to you.

Thanks, Beverly.

After flipping a coin, I'm announcing it in Bitches: I'm going to New York from the 7th to the 16th. This is where you lovely people tell me things to do, eat, and drink. My best friend and I are going to stay with his brother on Staten Island and we're up for just about anything as long as it isn't touristy crap (no desire to go up in the Statue of Liberty or the Empire State Building, for example); what's fun in NYC that not a lot of people know about, NYistas?

Your new color scheme is cheerful!

That's what I thought. But with the gray background it doesn't make your eyes bleed the way it might otherwise. I got tired of the green titles with green background, I sometimes couldn't read my own post headers.

Susan, we got a pair of Robeez for Owen as a shower gift. They're REALLY awesome shoes. His are just plain red, though--I had no idea they came in such adorable incarnations. Will have to find another pair for him with the link.

Happy belated, Susan! (we got back too late for me to catch up yesterday)

{{{{Cindy}}}} sorry you didn't get to see Cat. I hope your neck is better though.

I'm off to the grocery since we are literally staring at a completely empty pantry.

My brother is freaking me out with C-Span right now. Such a freak! Why can't he watch "Girls Gone Wild" or something wholesome? Sigh...it least it's not Faux News...I won't have that shit in my house. Crossfire makes me want to die. Seriously.(I just pray some alien race does not come upon Crossfire. They will decide we aren't worth shit and bust an intergalactic cap in us.)

Susan, I meant to tell you how much I adore the lion shoes!

Erm, not enough to have another baby to wear them, though. But--presents! I can give them as presents to somebody else's baby.

erika, can you, I don't know, blow up a paper bag and pop it behind his head, or something? I have a clue, here, if you think he'd take it.

Yeah, Sounds like a plan. I thought I was a geek...dude. He's not allowed to mock the Homicide anymore.

Anne, sorry, meant to wish you relocation ~ma! I hope it all turns out beautifully.

Anybody heard from Trudy lately?