Insofar as it actually took place, my Sunday eggs-cursion worked out. With the help of a friendly and talented hand, I sharpie-decorated and filled some brightly colored plastic eggs with candy and weird notes (i.e., "You are a wonderful friend. Even Oprah knows it.") I then left them around DC willy-nilly...though it would be accurate to say I only covered a 3-block perimeter. I'm not sure if anyone actually picked up and opened any of these eggs. But that is my earnest hope. And the entire egg-cercise was worthwhile in the creative regard. No, unfortunately, I didn't take any photos of the proceedings. It takes two hands to randomly hide eggs in plants and around statues while evading tourists' lollygagging and cops' eyes alike.
Easter Basketcase BunnyAlso, I can't stop taking personality tests (INFJ) and reading self-help articles (
Martha Beck-ommendations mostly). Someone tell me something I don't know already! I've got
mindfulness downpat. Well, I mean now I know what it is. Now I have to figure out how to master it. I'll call you when I've beaten my highest Zen score, which is, in itself, a paradox.
I don't need any guff about Oprah.com neither because desperate times call for desperate, teary Google searches. Anyway, I probably blasphemed enough just by expressing an O-pinion about her highness. That's what Oprah calls them, O-pinions.
Meanwhile in the relationships arena, this is comforting
non-news.
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Check out this:
http://www.kerismith.com/funstuff/guerilla.htm
and this:
http://www.npr.org/templates/story/story.php?storyId=88979683
You are a girl-illa artist! (my lame attempt to impersonate your vocabulary)
eggcellent blog
amanda - thanks for the great links! girillas unite!
jason - thanks an omelotte!
just making sure you're getting yer daily beck-ommended dose of self-halp!
thankoo shankoo. i've read the entire blarchives more or less.
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