It is cold, windy and grey outside; dark in the house as well. The rain expected yesterday has hit today. By no means a serious downpour but it is effectively dampening my spirits along with some other things so in that respect it hit with a vengeance.

Not sure where I am going from here. Feeling as though I have reached another crossroads and I need to decide what road to follow and who gets to come along. Or maybe I should say who wants to come along. I can be a terribly exhausting travel companion.

I did manage to begin my Photoshop classroom in a book after several starts and stops. Finished lesson 1 which was basics and although I thought I knew the basics, managed to learn something I did not know. Not sure anyone will ever see the fruits of my labor but I am glad that I made some progress however small.

Picasa is behaving strangely although I do not know why that surprises me. I am only getting thumbnails instead of full shots when I browse some folders which makes it a little more difficult when I want to upload to Blogger. But then nothing is ever simple or consistent.

I am going to preface this by saying that i am directionally challenged. I can get lost back-tracking even with directions. Sad but true. However the California highway signs do not help. They should be idiot proof. They should be bold and noticable. Perhaps they need neon flashing lights or something. For the directionally challenged like me.

( This post is about as confusing as my drive home and almost as long... )

Call it what you will, French Vanilla, Double Vanilla, Vanilla Bean, it's still...vanilla. I can't recall ever liking vanilla ice cream because it was plain. I am not a plain sort of girl. I won't even drink milk unless there is something in it, be it chocolate, cinnamon or, and this will show you just how loopy I really am, vanilla.

Vanilla ice cream is the vehicle by which the [insert topping of choice here] finds its way in your mouth. Chocolate (sauce or morsels) , whipping cream, strawberries, peaches, mangoes, bananas.

Why am I bringing up vanilla ice cream you ask? I have nothing against vanilla ice cream per se. It is just too plain, too vanilla. A little like this blog right now which is why the commentary spewed forth. Because I don't know how to hit the make pretty button. Can't find the sauce. Or the fruit. Or the colorful sprinkles.

Still finding my way, exploring options and generally avoiding the true task at hand.