Lost in designer land...

Isn't she pretty?

I thought I'd play with some photos and post one of my girl... or at least one of them.

This is my princess. Always has been; always will.

Sabrina.

She's 9... going on human intelligence.

I have just spent wayyyyyyyy (exaggerated quite a bit more) too much time going through the web, trying to find a great blog background.

This is the one that I settled on.
For now at least.

I wanted to showcase more of my bubbly side and less of my (deep and gruff snobby voice) writer side.

So what do you think?

Is it male and female friendly?

Showing more of an upbeat and friendly side?

Perky even?

I have been told that I am far too happy sometimes... (lost in thought) and loud... and then too quiet... and then too energetic...

But I digress...

So this is the new page.

That is my girl, Sabrina, who I'm looking to alter with Photoshop in the near future.

I had my friend Kristi, help me with choosing which one.

I think I will go with her idea!

Now off I go to figure out dinner. Do I wish to order pizza? Or do I wish to cook... not hard to decide, but I will take some time to decide... hopefully before I starve.

arrivederci!

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