I've just sent out a number of invitations to various colleagues and friends to contribute to Gibberish: Part Deux. To answer the question on everybody's mind (that, being "Why would you allow others to taint the goodness that is Gibberish: Part Deux?"), I offer this simple explanation. I want my blog, and my mind, to be open to the masses. Now, the waiting game.
Tsk tsk, me. Tsk tsk.
I'm so disappointed that I haven't blogged in a while, especially in my original blog, Gibberish the First. Tsk tsk, me. Tsk tsk.
More favorite things, from Jenni.
My new favorite things, in no particular order, are: Tyra Banks, my betta fish Kevin, Kevin, salt-water taffy, fresh-water eel, sweater vests, puppy tails, clicky pens, cellular phones, recycling bottles, recycling undergarments, 12-hour shifts, faux hawks on girls, Med-Surg textbooks, the letter "t", apple-cinnamon nail polish, nail polish in general, Tyra Banks, Windows Vista, "Say What You Need to Say" by John Mayer, bounding pulses, esophagogastroduodenoscopies, certain neuro doctors, working out my biceps, blogging, enthusiasm, sarcasm, spasm, orgasm (just kidding, mom), stick-figure drawings, German engineering, Chinese Americans, self-help books, typing with my eyes closed, lists of people's favorites, Olde English poetry, imaginary life partners, Barack Obama, Barack Obama's mole, Barack Obama's svelteness, children, chicken pot pie dinners, and the recreational use of indwelling catheters. This last one I'll touch upon in a forthcoming post.
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