Life is weird...

My next-cube-neighbor just called me over, because she had found a picture on a random cub scout website that she thought was me. It was news to me that I have any pictures on the web, so I was like, I doubt it - but it WAS me! It was from my days of zoo education, and I'm the one holding a cockroach in the picture. Edit (7/31) - no more picture...it's not working...

This makes me wonder how many random pictures of me there are out in the world, since I've been doing this stuff for a couple of years now, and people are constantly taking my picture.
I'm also wondering how many people who have known me are now seeing pictures on the internet and thinking: "I think I know that girl!" Guess its better to be holding a cockroach than caught doing something more salacious!

Where did all the writing go?

So apparently I'm not a very good blogger, spending many months not updating. I was actually realizing yesterday that I used to be a prolific journal writer and story-teller, and somewhere in the last 5 years, it has all gone away. I realized this while reading through the archives of a wonderful little photo blog.
This woman has a regular blog as well, but I am completely in love with her photo blog - the beauty of the photographs, and the thoughts she has added to the photos...I had real blog-jealousy over it.
What really rang true for me though were her resolutions to spend more time taking photographs and writing in a journal. I'm finding that no matter how hard I try, I can never seem to spend time doing the things I love most, writing, reading, taking pictures, knitting, and spending time with my friends, family and pets. I am beginning to think that that is life, but I don't want to give it up without a fight. So for my resolution, I will say that I will update at least once a week, unless I'm on vacation, and begin to post pictures with every post (note to self, find scanner cords!), and hopefully that will get me back on the writing path.

Unrelated gecko note: Last night we had a cricket feeding, and Akers kept missing the last cricket and then practically sitting on it. So I picked her up and pointed her nose right at the bug in question - she couldn't be bothered to actually HUNT the cricket anymore, and just started snapping at it from her perch in my hand. We chased it around the cage (I chased, she snapped at a spot directly in front of her nose) and finally caught it. Quite the team effort.
I had to keep myself from jerking my hand away from the cricket, because apparently I'm a total wimp when it comes to bugs that jump.