tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30102293192957193322011-09-05T05:38:39.194-07:00Denise Erichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10831444679941768447noreply@blogger.comBlogger21100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3010229319295719332.post-43993490282989335182006-11-14T05:38:00.000-08:002011-09-05T05:38:39.207-07:00<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><br />I had so many words that wanted out. So many words inside. So I created a blog. Made great design and was delighted to get rid of some of all the words. But then it happened. Flap, the famous flap went down. I'm blank. Complete. All the words I had in me is gone. I sat here yesterday and I sat here this morning and nothing happened. And the same is happening right now. nothing. Nada. Niente. Nothing. Zip. Maybe I should just stop trying ...<br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3010229319295719332-4399349028298933518?l=sniksnakker.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Denise Erichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10831444679941768447noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3010229319295719332.post-2820943631113767172006-11-12T05:37:00.000-08:002011-09-05T05:38:13.105-07:00<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">An internet weblog. A weblog. A blog. A kind of Internet diary. My fifteen minutes. It is now to be quiet then. drum roll. ... ... ... Hold it right for tomorrow. ;)</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3010229319295719332-282094363111376717?l=sniksnakker.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Denise Erichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10831444679941768447noreply@blogger.com0