Thursday, December 15, 2005

Self Portrait Tuesday: (oops--it's Wednesday--no, it's Thursday!)

Tuesday's come and gone, a few minutes ago it was Wednesday, and now it's Thursday. Who needs sleep when there's so much living to do?

When I was little people would ask what I wanted to be when I grew up. I wanted to be lots of things, but mostly I wanted to be either a piano teacher or a Solid Gold Dancer. ha! I will never become either.

But sometimes, secretly, I sill wish I was a ballerina.


Anonymous said...

That's a great picture. I love that it looks like you're in one of those little-kid pop-up tents and someone is looking through the clear plastic window at you. Love it!

Maybe this will be my task in Washington ... self portraits of my journey ... Thanks for the idea.

Hope to see you before I go!

Jessie said...

No wonder I feel like I live in a bubble. haha!

By the way--what day are you leaving???

Geez, you know, I just recently realized that our friendship has evolved almost completely through blogging. Isn't that strange?! I mean, I know I see you in real life every once in a while, but...

Well, on the bright side--that means that if you keep blogging, you'll still be close no matter how many miles away you are!

Anonymous said...

I fly out Tuesday afternoon.

Let the snow stay away until my plane is in the air.

I thought about that today also. I'm going to keep blogging, and reading blogs, though probably not as regularly as I do now. But I'll still be around ...

Renee said...

tutu, I'm dying, simply dying to see you in a flesh colored tutu.